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the1975attheirverybest · 8 months ago

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A/n: I can’t remember when exactly this was written or why. I think shortly after the buzzcut debut? Idk. Anyways. Matty and Amelia slutty on tour. Enjoy.

Warnings: smut.

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“Y’ seen Amelia anywhere? Can’t find her…” Matty asked, turning around, his eyes darting around the crowded backstage area in an attempt to locate his partner.

“Sorry, haven’t seen her, no.” Polly shook her head.

He patted her shoulder lightly as she squeezed past, mentally going through a list of places Amelia could be. They had a set post-show routine. She would wait for him in the exact same spot backstage after every show,

kept him company as he debriefed with the band and crew, often helping him to unwind and get ready to be taken back to the hotel at the end of the night.

Tonight was a London show, though, so it’s possible she’d run into someone — Perhaps gotten stuck in a conversation a bit too long — and simply hasn’t been back yet.

Retreating from the cacophony of the end of the show into his dressing room, he reached for his phone to text her and found that she had already beat him to it.

MATTY HEALY TO MAINSTAGE PLEASE; MATTY HEALY TO MAINSTAGE. Xx

Matty grinned as he read the text, confused, but hurried to report for duty anyway.

***

“Darling?”

She heard him before she saw him, in the pitch darkness of the venue, she bit her lower lip, flipping the switch that a tech had shown her earlier, to turn on some dim, moody lighting.

“Oh.” Matty squinted as the lights came on. “Oh my- you look-“

With a light flick, Amelia disrobed, taking off the long coat she’d had on, to reveal what was underneath. She stood in the spotlight that she had manufactured for herself, her heart racing. She wondered if she would ever grow used to being on the receiving end of his undivided attention.

Matty looked up at her, devoured her with his eyes. The dress she’d put on had left very little to the imagination. He was particularly fixated on the way that the lace pattern on her breasts had creatively incorporated her nipples into the design. Flower petals framing it invitingly. Daringly.

“Join me, would you?” She gestured at the couch in the center of the stage, turning away from him to hide the fact that she was blushing.

“Oh, try and stop me.” He grinned, rushing over to her, and almost stumbling his steps.

“Drink?”

“I’d love one, actually.” Matty sat in the center of the couch, legs spread wide open.

He lit a cigarette while he waited to be served his beverage.

“Not gonna lie,” he mumbled, the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth as he spoke. “This feels a bit trippy.”

Amelia stood in the space between his legs and took a sip of his drink before handing it to him. The clinking of her rings against the glass as it passed from her hand to his turned him on.

“Feels like I’m role playing a fantasy or my own real life.”

She smiled, “I thought you liked the whole ‘what’s real and what’s acting’ schtick.”

“I- I did. I do. ‘S just….whats the occasion?”

Amelia could feel her confident facade wearing thin as she stared down into his big, brown eyes. She shrugged. “I mean, I just thought….you’ve built a literal house. We never get to use it.”

“That’s usually cuz they’ve got to disassemble it really quickly-“

Amelia helped herself to the cig right out of his lips, staining it with her freshly applied lipstick.

“Fuck me.” Matty whispered, his hands reaching for her waist, but she slipped right out of his touch.

“Wait, one second. Let me set the mood.”

She walked over to the record player, popping on an instrumental. On her way back to him, she adjusted the lighting a bit better.

“Right,” she whispered, sitting in his lap and turning to straddle him. “Where were we?”

Matty never put his drink away faster in his life. “I believe I was just about to kiss you….”

When their lips finally touched, Matty felt it like fireworks in his face.

Her hands grabbed his face, she leaned in further, sliding into his lap, her legs wrapped tighter around his waist.

Matty let out an involuntary moan, his hips bucking instinctively. Her clothed center perfectly lined up with his.

She swallowed his breath, stubbornly refusing to let up, even as she, herself, began to struggle for breath, images of him from earlier, his trousers doing little to conceal what’s underneath as he swayed under the revealing lights of the b-stage all flooded her brain. She grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand and placing it at her neck, as if begging him to choke her.

“Please. Need you.”

He turned their intertwined bodies so he could lay her down on the couch, her legs refusing to unwrap him. She whined when he stopped kissing her for a moment. How dare he let her need him. Even for a second.

His body hovered over hers. She couldn’t quite make out the look in his eyes. Somewhere between breathlessly admiration and animalistic hunger.

“Gonna make you feel so good.” He whispered, leaning forward and dipping his head below the skirt of her dress.

Her legs finally loosened around his hips. She was growing aware of how wet she was. How he’s about to see it all.

“So ready for me.”

There it was. The smug satisfaction.

He pushed the center of her underwear to the side. It landed against her skin with a snap, making her gasp. The ever so slightly sting only enhanced her anticipation of the pure ecstasy of his tongue on her cunt.

Matty deliberately exaggerated the licking and sucking noises that his mouth made. Normally, she’d find it absurd. But he had her head spinning, she whined for more, pushing harder into him, her nails scratching at his newly shaved head, her hand keeping fixed against her core.

The force of her hands making it harder for him to breathe only egged him on. He worked her, dutifully, to a trembling cusp. He reveled in the sound of her voice as she called out his name, desperately. Over and over. His hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing faintly and listening for stifled moans that he felt get caught in her throat.

“More.” He whispered. “Say my name more. Say it over and over.”

She almost couldn’t hear him over the sounds of her own pleasure. A part of her wondered if she had made up his words. Maybe the lack of oxygen and maddening near-orgasm had caused her to imagine things. But then she felt the vibrations of his voice against her cunt as he groaned.

“Louder, Amelia.” He demanded. His voice calling her by her name cut through the fog, hitting all the right pleasure centers. Nothing turned her own more than hearing her name on his tongue. He owned her. Mind, body, and heart.

“Oh, fuck- Matty- I-“ she squeaked, barely getting her words out.

“Do it” he nodded. “Cum. Now!”

Her body tensed up. He felt her clench. She went stiff with white, hot blinding pleasure.

“Another one.” He simply said, refusing to let up on her sensitive body even as she whined and tried to squirm away. “You’re gonna give me one more.” His strong arms snaked around her waist, fixing her in place and pulling her closer to his mouth. He adjusted the angle of her hips slightly, giving himself better access, and heard her cry and scream.

“There it is. Can feel that you’re just on the edge. Let go. Give in. It’s okay.”

And she did. Letting out a guttural cry as she came again, shaking violently underneath him, not a single throw pillow was still on the couch by the time that he was done with her.

***

Matty kneeled by her feet, undid the strap of her heels, one foot at a time, and took her shoes in his hand.

“Shall we hit the showers?” He stood up, sticking his free hand out for her to take.

She let him pull her up to her feet, and then into the side of his body. She held on to him tightly. She wasn’t sure how much of it was necessary and how much was just that she enjoyed being fussed over by him.

Matty looked up above him. “You know there are cameras in this place.” He giggled.

“Oh! That reminds me!”

She rushed to the control board as they walked past them on their way backstage.

“What’re you-“ Matty watched her eject a USB. “You recorded-“

She looked up at him, winking. “I’ll send you a copy. Not now though. When you’re touring Europe without me and feeling lonely.”

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morgana-larkin · 7 months ago

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And here we are part 3 of ‘Mine’! I may or may not due a part 4, it totally depends. I was originally going to go with Luca but changed it to Nico. I was actually going to be named Nico if I was a boy and was happy to find out it’s an Italian name. Anyway, not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: my wifi came back and I’ll be able to add this and the one I posted last night to the masterlist. Keep sending prompts for Melissa and Chessy, and I haven’t received any for Marilyn Thornhill yet. I do have an idea for Marilyn but it’s more of a series.

Italian translations:

Non ho voglia di mangiare cibo Italiano, per l’amor del cielo - Not in the mood for any Italian food, for fuck sake

Ti amo - I love you

Mine - Part 3

Warnings: sweet and soft Mel, swearing (in both English and Italian)

Words: 3.2k

You and Melissa both stare at the doctor at your ultrasound appointment, you’re 10 weeks pregnant at this point.

“I’m pregnant with what?” You say after a few seconds.

“Twins. You’re pregnant with twins.” She tells you and points to the ultrasound picture. “See there’s one and…there’s the other.” She points out and you both see it.

“There’s 2 little Tesoro’s in there?” Melissa says and the doctor looks at you.

“She’s asking if there’s really 2 babies in me.” You tell her.

“Yes, there’s 2 of them in there.” The doctor says.

You both walk out of the room and Melissa engulfs you in a hug. “Woah!” You say, surprised. She pulls back and has the biggest smile on her you’ve ever seen.

“Omg Amore! We’re gonna have twins!” She exclaims and kneels down and hugs your stomach. You see a couple look at you guys and they’re smiling at Melissa’s excitement.

“She’s really excited.” You tell them.

“Ya, that’s really obvious. Congratulations with the twins.” The woman says.

“Thank you.” You tell them and Melissa stands up.

“Omg I can’t wait to tell everyone!” Melissa says and bounces.

“Ok before we do anything, we have to pick Amelia up from daycare as it’s 4:15 and they close at 5.” You tell her and she grins.

“Omg Amelia, how are we gonna tell her she’s gonna be a big sister?” Melissa says and you laugh.

“Mel, honey, she’s 20 months old. I don’t think she’ll understand yet. She’s more focused on walking and getting into everything around the house right now.” You tell her and Melissa smiles. “Come on, let’s go pick the little terror up.” You tell her and Melissa practically skips out of the clinic

You get home after picking Amelia up and Melissa is still basically on cloud 9. You FaceTime Barb and she picks up on the second ring.

“Hey y/n! How are you sweetheart?” Barb says

“I’m good but Melissa is a little too excited since-“ you get cut off from the redhead herself.

“OMG BARB WE’RE GONNA HAVE TWINS!” She shouts and you have to pull back as it was right in your ear.

“Honey, no need to shout in my ear.” You tell her and she apologises then hugs your stomach again.

“Omg twins! Congrats you two!” Barb says and Gerald heard.

“Congratulations you two! We should celebrate this weekend.” He tells everyone and you all agree. Barb and Melissa talk for a little bit while you feed Amelia some dinner. Melissa has taken a particular interest in feeding Amelia as she has enough teeth now to have spaghetti. Although the first time she fed it to Amelia, she called it ‘the Italian test’, and Amelia loved it and Mel said she passed.

The next day, Melissa pretty much skips in the break room and she spins you around slowly. Everyone looks at you and smiles.

“What’s gotten you so happy?” Janine questions and Melissa looks at you, asking to share the news and you nod.

“We’re having twins!” She exclaims and everyone’s jaw drops. They all come up to you both and give you hugs with a congratulations. You then feel sick and run out to the bathroom, Melissa runs after you. You make it to the bathroom just in time for you to throw up and Melissa holds your hair up.

After a couple minutes you exit the stale and go to wash your hands. “This is the part of the pregnancy I don’t miss.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Well since you have two little critics in you, I packed an extra breakfast for you since you’re eating for 3 now.” She tells you and you perk up at the mention of more food.

Once you get to the break room she takes out the frittata she made you that you loved during your pregnancy with Amelia and hands it to you. You pretty much inhale it and Melissa is looking at you with heart eyes the entire time. Everyone sees it and they smile. Melissa’s tough bravado is only down for you and they love to see those little snippets of ‘Soft Mel’ they like to call it. To which Melissa rolled her eyes and glared at them when she found out.

“U know I still like the name Caterina.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Ya?”

“Ya, I think it’s a beautiful name.” You say and she kisses your cheek.

The both of you end up telling Amelia that you have 2 babies in your tummy after school. While Melissa was cooking dinner you put Amelia to sit on the kitchen counter in the middle and told her.

“Amelia, you’re going to be a big sister! I have two little babies in here.” You told her and put your hand on your stomach. And as you expected, she didn’t understand. “Told you.” You said to Melissa and she just smiled and went back to cooking.

Melissa keeps giving you more food than usual since you got little ones in you who also need to eat. And because of your morning sickness, she always packs an extra breakfast for you to keep your strength up. She always does little things for you and you appreciate it every time.

Your morning sickness does stop when you were about 4 months pregnant and she still keeps bringing you an extra breakfast in case you were hungry. Then the cravings start and Melissa throws a fit when you told her that you’re not in the mood for any Italian food. She starts swearing and ranting in Italian.

“Non ho voglia di mangiare cibo Italiano, per l’amor del cielo!” She rants while pacing around the living room. “What are you in the mood for then?” She says and crosses her arms. You think about it.

“Pea soup.” You state proudly with a nod and Melissa rolls her eyes.

“If I didn’t love you so much then I would just give you the store bought one.” She says and goes in the kitchen to make the soup.

“Ti amo!” You tell her as she walks in the kitchen.

“Ya ya.” She says with a smile.

You pick Amelia up then put her in her high chair to feed her dinner.

At dinner time, while you nearly inhale the soup, Melissa has a conversation with you that’s needed.

“We should move.” She starts and you look at her.

“What?” You say confused.

“We should move before the twins are born.” She tells you and you look at her confused. “This house only has 3 rooms, not 4.” She states and you finally understand what she’s telling you.

“Mel, we don’t have to do it before their born. We have like 3 years before they’ll start needing their own rooms. Or if they’re two boys or two girls then they can share. Or if one of each then the girl can share with Amelia.” You tell her.

“Face it y/n, our little household is growing and we need more room.”

“Are you ready for that? I know you love this place.” You tell her.

“I am. This place served its purpose and you’re right I do love it and I won’t forget it.” She tells you with a smile.

“Ok, if you’re certain then we can start looking and move when we find the perfect one.” You tell her and she nods.

A month later you have an ultrasound appointment.

“I want to know the genders of the babies.” Melissa tells you. “Do you want to know?” She asks.

“I do actually.” You say and she smiles.

At your appointment, the doctor squirts the gel on and brings up the video of the babies.

“Alright there they are.” The doctor says and she then looks at both of you. “Want to know the genders?” And you both nod. She looks for about a minute before she speaks. “Alright looks like one is a little camera shy but I found the genders. Looks like one’s a girl and the other a boy.” She states and Melissa lets a few tears slip and smiles.

“I’m gonna have another daughter and a son.” She says happily.

“That boy is gonna feel so out numbered.” You say and she laughs.

“There’s some boy cousins he can hang out with.” She tells you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

When you get home, you hang the ultrasound picture on the fridge next to a picture of Amelia.

“So since we have a couple hours, why don’t we go upstairs and have a little us time?” Melissa says with a wiggle of her eyebrows and you laugh. It’s been about 3 weeks since you two had sex. While your sex drive skyrocketed with Amelia, it seems this time around it did the opposite. This time it’s Melissa who’s been using the vibrator when needed.

“Ya, I’d love too.” You tell her and she grabs your hand and pulls you to the bedroom.

*a week later*

“What do you think of this place?” Melissa says and shows you a house listing. You look at the pictures of the house.

“You like the kitchen don’t you?” You say and she giggles.

“I’ll admit that it is one of the attractions. But it’s got 4 rooms, a basement and a big open floor dining and living room.” She tells you.

“Ya it’s nice. We should check it out this weekend.” You tell her and hand her phone back.

“Great! I’ll message them now.” She tells you.

You two have been able to put money aside since you were living together in a place that Melissa was able to afford by herself. And since you’re selling the house when you move, then you’ll have enough to buy a bigger place. You’ve so far seen 5 places and none were speaking to you two. And because of that, when you went to see this new place, it surprised you that you both liked it. You found the place that you’ll call your new home, a place for you, Melissa, Amelia and the twins.

“Melissa!” You call out to her from the living room and she comes to you from upstairs.

“What?”

“I can’t pick up the box.” You tell her with a pout and she laughs.

“Where do you want it?” She says and stands in front of the box.

“On top of that box.” You tell her and point. She picks it up and brings it over to where you want. You’re 6 months pregnant at this point and you’re moving in 3 weeks. You’ve recruited the Abbott crew, and a few family members from both your families to come and help you on the day you move.

“The babies are kicking again.” You say with a hand on your belly and Melissa is immediately by your side and you put her hand where they’re kicking. She already felt them kick but she always loves to feel it when she can.

And just like last time, Melissa is extremely protective when it comes to other people wanting to touch your belly. And you get déjà vu when she pushed Janine’s hand off your belly and says “mine” while hugging you and kisses your forehead.

“Melissa, you should let Janine feel it at least once.” You tell her and she huffs.

“Fine. But just this once.” She says and Janine finally feels your stomach and one of the babies kick and she gasps. Melissa is glaring the entire time.

Amelia sees your belly grow and is a little confused as to why. She’s turning 2 in 4 weeks, but she’s still a little young to understand.

Melissa has been doing some of the same things she did for you as last time. Which is helping you up the stairs, putting a shower seat in the tub for you to shower with, guiding and holding you through a crowded hallway, and catering to your every craving (whether or not she approves of it).

It’s finally the day to move and you dropped Amelia off at your parents place for them to watch her.

“Don’t spoil her too much.” You tell them.

“You know we can’t promise that.” Your mom tells you and you giggle while you go back to the house to help pack up the loading truck. Turns out you do almost nothing, per Melissa’s instructions, and you end up telling people what to do instead. 3 hours later and the truck is packed up and house is cleaned for the new people that bought the place.

You and Melissa stand in the empty living room and look around one last time. Melissa hugs you from behind and puts her head on your shoulder.

“You ready?” She asks and you sigh.

“I think so.” You say. “Did you say a final goodbye to the kitchen yet?” You ask her, half joking half serious.

“Yep. It’s time to start a new chapter.” She tells you and kisses your head. You lean into her touch for a few seconds before you both decide to leave to the new place with everyone.

You get there and like before, Melissa instructs you to just tell people where to put what where. “I’m pregnant, not physically disabled.” You tell her annoyed and she glares at you before you cave and instruct people.

A few hours later and the kitchen and bathrooms are unpacked and a few things you’ll need until you can unpack more boxes. You unpack most of Amelia’s room and decorate it how she likes it. You get help to unpack the nursery which will be one of their rooms in a couple years.

2 weeks after and you’re celebrating Amelia’s second birthday. Most of the cake surprisingly ends up in her mouth instead of on her face. She gets a bunch of new toys and starts playing with all of them immediately.

You go on maternity leave when you’re 33 weeks pregnant and you end up using the days to unpack boxes and you end up finishing in 2 weeks.

“Momma.” Amelia says and Melissa turns to her.

“What’s up my little Tesoro?”

“Mommy tod mwe to come get you. Saying wabour.” Amelia tells her and Melissa immediately picks Amelia up and rushes to you.

“Are you in Labour?” She asks you from where you were on the couch and you’re holding your stomach and squeezing the arm of the couch.

“Ya, I thought it wasn’t the real thing at first, then my water broke.” You tell her and Melissa rushes to get your bag and her and Amelia’s bag to bring to the hospital for when the day arrives. She ushers you in the car and puts Amelia in her car seat and brings you to the hospital while you call Melissa’s sister, yours and Melissa’s parents, as well as the Abbott crew.

“I can’t believe you’re in labour, you’re only 35 weeks.” Melissa exclaims during the drive.

“They told us that most of the time with twins, they’re born early. Besides, I gave birth to Amelia when I was 37 weeks.” You say and a contraction hits and Melissa holds her hand out for you to squeeze.

You arrive at the hospital and Melissa gets Amelia out and helps you walk out and into the hospital. Melissa’s parents were there and they took Amelia while you and Melissa gets ushered into a room and prepped for labour. Barb arrives a few minutes after and this time your mom is able to be here as she worked last time and couldn’t get out of it. You sit on the table, as it’s easier to push that way instead of laying down, and you squeeze Melissa’s hand when a contraction hits.

“For fuck sakes.” You grit through your teeth and Melissa prepares to get yelled and cursed at again, all in the name of love she thinks.

Melissa starts humming a tune she knows soothes you when a nasty one hits and you lean into her.

“Ok, are you ready to push? You’re fully dilated.” The doctor tells you, an hour after you arrive.

“Don’t think I have much of a choice.” You say and Melissa laughs.

You start pushing and Melissa is saying praises to you the entire time.

“Oh shut up Melissa! Why don’t you try pushing!” You yell and she just ignores you and keeps doing the same thing. You have a death grip on her left hand and she has the other one rubbing your back.

“Ok, you’re doing great, push again.” The doctor says and you do. “I see a head.” She says.

“Mom! It hurts!” You complain while your mom is on the other side of you, holding her hand.

“I know honey, but you’re doing great and you’ll have 2 little trouble makers after this.” She tells you and you chuckle.

You push again and your second child is born. “It’s a boy!” The doctor says and Melissa cuts the cord. She hands the baby to a nurse and gets ready to help with the second one. “Ready for the other one?” She asks you and you groan.

“For fuck sakes!” You say and Melissa continues rubbing your back and she kisses your forehead.

“I know it’s a lot of work baby but look at what we get when it’s over.” Melissa tells you and points at where your son is.

You start pushing again and you end up cursing at Melissa to which she encourages you to keep doing it every time.

“Very good Amore! Don’t worry I still love you. Keep yelling at me.” She tells you.

And 6 minutes later your second daughter is born and Melissa cuts the cord again. The nurses give you both at the same time to do skin to skin contact for a few minutes until you hand your son over to Melissa to hold and you move your daughter to hold her in your arms. Your mom takes a picture of both of you with the twins.

“What names are you thinking of?” You ask Melissa.

“I’m happy with Caterina if you are.” She tells you and you smile and nod.

“Caterina Lisa Schemmenti.” You say and look at your newborn daughter.

“What do you think of Nico Schemmenti for this little guy?” She asks you and you nod.

“I love it.” You tell her.

Amelia comes running into the room a few minutes later and gets held up by Kristen Marie to get a good look at her siblings.

“They tiny.” She says and you laugh.

“You were this tiny too, little one.” You tell her and she looks at you shocked. Barb takes a picture of you and Melissa holding a twin each while Amelia is sitting between you both on the bed.

Melissa looks around the room and sees her parents and sister there, your parents are there too, Barb as well, and knowing the rest of the Abbott crew is outside the room. Then she looks at you holding Caterina with Amelia looking at her new sister, while Nico is sleeping in her arms and Melissa thinks she can’t be happier.

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sepia-manatee · 3 months ago

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I just got back from 2DCon, and what an amazing experience. I haven't been on a vacation or cosplayed since before covid, but I couldn't turn down meeting so many actors from BG3. I don't really post or reblog like I used to, but anyone who knows me knows just how much I love Gale. He has been such a big part of my life since I picked up the game almost a year ago. Meeting Tim, Samantha, and Amelia was just such an amazing experience. I don't think I've ever met sweeter people. They worked so hard and were so accommodating to their fans. I mean Tim had to put up with not only me going to his table multiple times, but also running into him at the hotel bar TWICE (I did buy him a beer the one night and he did not call security on me, so I am very thankful for that). I managed to slap together a very "quick" cosplay of spa Gale, based off their High Rollers one shot, which not only did they love, but so did so many other Gale lovers. All in all, this was one of the best con experiences I've ever had. I hope we get to meet again someday.

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expanding-hyrule · 2 months ago

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Hey there! Expanding Hyrule needs your help!

This is a budding community and I am only one person running it at the moment and I’ve only got so much energy in a day. Even less right now. No joke, I opened the EH Discord and then immediately got knocked out by con flu for two weeks, still pending recovery.

Which is where you come in! The Internet is massive and it’s impossible for me to get the whole thing archived for this niche all by myself. So if you know works in any medium or creators in any medium who would fit into the “Original Legends” niche, send them my way! The list currently compiled only got set up because of one post that happened to get some traction. Imagine what we can do with a community working together on it! There are way more creators in the space than I currently have on the list and I need your help to find them! This niche has never been organized before and it’s only going to get organized with a team effort! So let’s get to it, adventurers!

What is “Original Legends” as a LoZ niche?

The "Original Legends" tag is a temporary tag for stories about Hyrules thus unseen. So based on the franchise as a whole and not any particular game. The community is not yet big enough to run a vote on a final pick for a tag, which is where you all come in! We're currently gathering ideas on the Discord and off this blog, so if you have suggestions, let us know! The poll will run off this blog once we have a bigger following.

Does it include sequels or Links Meet?

So this is where I need to be a little pedantic. Because technically, yes, both could be Original Legends. But. Because right now this community needs to build a strong central identity for what the core of "Original Legends" means, there may be more scrutiny for whether they get added to the archives.

The thing about direct sequel and Links Meet works is that they have tags they can rely on, chiefly the game they're a sequel to or the Links Meet tags, those are both recognized tags across fandom. There is no tag currently for the full "Original Legends" niche, so for the time being it needs to become prominent enough in the fandom to stand on its own first and then we can add wider definitions. So not a full no, you're welcome to still use the tag if you think your work applies, but for the official archive lists here, it's a not yet while we establish what this tag is first.

Where do I send works I find?

You can send them as reblogs, asks, submissions, DMs, or just plain old @'s to this blog. Some of the lists do have to have manual additions (the blog archive, the Discord list, the Wattpad reading list), so it is better if you make sure I'm aware it's being added so I can update all lists accordingly.

For art, because we're trying to keep the archive list a little more manageable, be sure to see socials and tags you use for your project. I will try to include some pictures, but you will make my life a whole lot easier if you can send me the ones you want in the gallery specifically. Ones that scan scale down nicely are better so we can again keep that list more manageable to scroll through.

What if I’m a creator in this space?

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crimsondestroyer · 1 year ago

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Ryu Number: The M.C. from The Under Presents

Alright. I've done a few Ryu numbers in the past, but none as elaborate as this one, so for once, I figured I'd make my own post explaining the... elaborate, to say the least, path I took to get here. Several dead ends and a couple weeks of research later, here we are.

So. To those of you who don't know anything about the Under, hi. I'm crimsonDestroyer. One of my many hobbies is playing VR games, and one such game is The Under Presents, by Tender Claws, a game I play somewhat often and speedrun periodically. A while back, I wondered in passing if I could figure out a way to connect any of the Under's characters to Ryu, like, say, The M.C. This seemed like a simple question at the time, but, well, let's see.

To start off with, there's a fairly simple Limited route. One aspect of The Under Presents in the past was its live actors, in-game characters played by real people who would interact with mute player characters in the game's multiplayer areas. Unfortunately, the actor run has since ended, and though there's been brief returns of actors here and there, it seems to be mostly over. However, one such actor-played character was a skeleton going by the name of Amelia. As Amelia's lore would later highlight, she is, in fact, the one and only Amelia Earhart, prior to her death and entrance into the Under. There are many hints around the game's world that Amelia Earhart was in the Under in the past, but she herself is nowhere to be found - except for this live actor. Given this was, by its nature, a time-limited occurrence, this would give the M.C. a nice, clean Limited Ryu Number of 3.

However, Limited Ryu Numbers are lame. Can we do better?

One of the many locations you can visit in the Under is the Crob Pit. There, by solving a puzzle with some fellow players, you can summon a massive crab monster who will eat you, sending you to the Den, inside him. There, you can find an assortment of crab bones and other gruesome things, in addition to one peculiar fixture.

This is the only intact human skeleton in the entire game, within the stomach of an enormous crab. Now, given the fact that Amelia Earhart is mentioned excessively by props around the setting of the game, with items such as her plane and a banner for a show featuring her scattered all over the place, her physical absence within the Under is quite suspicious. Additionally, the actor-played character was created after the game released, and it's implied that the actor characters have some degree of the supernatural to them, meaning the existence of the actor in no way means that the character's physical body cannot remain elsewhere in the Under. Given the popular theory that Amelia Earhart's body was never found in real life because it was eaten by coconut crabs, this seems... intentional. If you consider this to be Amelia Earhart's body, the M.C. has a Ryu number of 3.

However, given the complete lack of any verbal confirmation or hints to this skeleton's identity, and this being solely based on context clues, I'm not confident calling it for certain, so let's keep digging.

One feature of the Under is the scripted stage shows, which play on loop on the main stage in the game's theater area. One such show features a man by the name of Sal Sisyphus. Sal's act consists of him rolling a boulder up a hill while giving a motivational speech that inevitably descends into nonsense after he slips and drops the boulder back down. That sounds quite a bit like traditional Sisyphus - endless torture, endless repetition, endless suffering, pushing a rock up and down a hill forever. Plus, as far as I can tell, the mythological Sisyphus has no second name given, so who's to say Sal isn't his first name? If you buy into that, the M.C. also has a Ryu number of 3.

But this one DEFINITELY felt pretty sketchy to me, so I went back to the drawing board once more.

Finding a way out of Tender Claws is... hard. See, Tender Claws has made three big commercially-released VR titles: The Under Presents, Virtual Virtual Reality, and Virtual Virtual Reality 2, all of which can be linked without much issue. A sentient skeleton named Tina works in both a stage act in the Under, and her namesake bar, Tinas', in VVR2's setting, Scottsdale. And, as a sequel, VVR2 features numerous returning characters from the original VVR. All you need is to find one character, just one, across those three games, and you have an out. There HAS to be something.

It was at this point that a friend mentioned that Elon Musk is in Virtual Virtual Reality 2, and I had to do a double-take.

Meet Elon. He's a talking onion. More accurately, he's an AI upload of a human consciousness who takes the form of a talking onion in the digital world. Between his name, his personality, his mannerisms, the fact that he was the second human to ever upload himself (after an extremely important character from the first game), and the fact that VVR2's virtual worlds are referred to as "metaverses", the implication as to who he is seems to be pretty obvious. I didn't know he existed, because I never finished VVR2 due to some technical issues. Regardless, here he is!

With a proper pop-culture figure in our hands, we can finally find our way out of Tender Claws. Elon Musk is still a relatively modern person, so there aren't many games with him in them yet, but with some clever googling and the help of TV Tropes, I tracked down an obscure little game called Good Pizza, Great Pizza, released for mobile and later ported to PC and Switch. In this game, you make pizza for an assortment of customers, real and fictional, which just so happens to include one Mr. Musk. From there, it was just a matter of tracing the rest of the way to Ryu from one of the other noteworthy characters who appear in the game. There was a tempting Dracula connection, but unfortunately, he's exclusive to a time-limited Halloween event. How ironic, that the first and last dead ends would both be time-limited characters. In any case, Albert Einstein will do the job of giving us our final two jumps nicely, passing through Mario's Time Machine, and finally bringing us home.

The M.C. has a Ryu number of 3/5, and a Limited Ryu Number of 3.

#the under presents #the mc #street fighter #ryu #ryu number

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synthwayve · 11 months ago

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The Micolaurence text post ever.

Shoutout to the people in my replies, I blame all of you in the most positive way possible.

Poorly formatted “essay” about the connections they have that make my brain spin because yes :} new years is a time of lawlessness impulsivity: keep in mind I don’t own the actual game to confirm some things, most of this is compiled from item descriptions, cut content, reading the wiki over and over, and my own analysis. I could be totally wrong about some things + this is just my own analysis/interpretation**, have mercy upon my soul 🙏

The biggest thing about them, and the thing I simply do not shut up about if you happen to hear me talk about them, is that both Micolash and Laurence’s respective obsessions/virtues/main associated game mechanics (Insight and Blood respectively) directly influence each other. Not only do they influence each other, they also relieve the negative effects of the other stat. Why is this such a big deal to me? WELL:

Beasthood, the negative effect of taking too much blood, scales negatively depending on your Insight. The more Insight you have, the less Beasthood, and vice versa. Contrarily, Sedatives, crafted from blood(yes, Sedatives are stated to be thick ‘human’ blood and will reset your Beasthood as well, but this does not necessarily reduce it- more on this later*)

Will relieve Frenzy as their primary purpose, which is the main negative side effect of having high Insight i.e going mad.

I think this is very intentional outside of just pure game mechanics and design: there is a running theme in Bloodborne, that being that every enemy you face has succumbed to one side too heavily. BSB, the half-beast Yharnamites, Gascoigne, Amelia, Laurence, and all the other beast enemies you face have relied too much on the blood and fallen to its curse. Brainsuckers, Rom, Winter Lanterns, Micolash, and arguably other insight-heavy enemies like the Celestial Emissary are heavier on the Insight side. What makes YOU, the player, different? It is your ability to balance both.

The creatures that have gotten closest to ascension are ones that we can assume have undergone the effects of blood and insight, but still haven’t gotten there all the way. Rom is probably the biggest example, along with other Kin/Great One enemies. They are physically transformed, as the blood will do, but they are not beasts. Rather, they often have the numerous eyes that are granted with Insight.

The ending that allows the Hunter to ascend reads to me as an ending where you have successfully balanced both mediums: using Blood to tame the negative effects of Insight and vice versa. What I interpret from this in regards to Micolash and Laurence specifically is that they could have come SO CLOSE to achieving what they wanted!! If they had just worked together, and the schism hadn’t happened, perhaps Micolash would not have gone insane with steady treatments of Blood and Laurence would not have transformed with the help of his Insight being steadily raised.

Maybe it’s just me being insane but I don’t know, there’s something pretty gay to me about being in charge of/cursed by an obsession with something that only someone equally as obsessed with its opposite can cure.

I honestly think Micolash and Laurence might have even ended up in a sort of prisoner’s dilemma situation: they both think their own method is correct, and refuse to give in to the other’s perspective. In doing so, they actually end up royally screwing themselves over at the same time whereas cooperation would have led to the best outcome. Laurence, the general posterboy for the blood in general(and most other blood related things) is not someone who I imagine would be keen on giving up his faith in the substance. Especially when he’s being told this by a man who’s sanity is hung by a thread. But if only Micolash listened to HIM, his insanity would be relieved and he would go back to the mostly sensible man he might’ve been- only of course, Micolash would not see it that way. Why would he take something that is quite literally killing Laurence? I find it interesting that Sedatives are a hint of insanity(like with Edgar) yet Micolash doesn’t drop any. Perhaps he’s not the type to invest in Blood, especially if he had to watch it slowly chip away at Laurence’s health who was too stubborn to listen to him instead. You see where I’m going with this- around and around they go.

*while Sedatives are stated to be thick human blood, I have three theories about this.

1. “Derived” from Byrgenwerth implies to me that the formula has undergone some modifications. I would not be surprised if holy blood is used as a thickener.

2. I imagine most “human blood”, at the point that Sedatives are distributed more abundantly, is already tainted with holy blood. I mean, come on. This is Yharnam. Blood is the name of the game.

3. Sedatives reset Beasthood, but for you the PLAYER, your beasthood remains at more of a net neutral than your Insight which the game relies on to progress the story. I imagine that for a scholar like Micolash, who does not fulfill the role of a hunter or a soldier, beasthood would be less of a concern.

OKAY THAT ONE POINT GOT REALLY LONG I’M SORRY so I’ll rapid fire some other things about them:

-Micolash seeks to abandon his humanity in his boss form, Laurence seeks to retain it in his boss form. Micolash seeks a blessing from Kos like that which was granted to Rom, you know, the giant very not human spider. Laurence wants his memories and his head back. Neat!!

-while there seems to be clear animosity between Mensis and The Healing Church later in the timeline, I think it is often overlooked that they DID work together at some time. I can imagine The School of Mensis to be research and science heavy: looking for ways to perfect ministration technology, understand the specifics of the blood, and research what else can be made of it to further humanity. The Healing Church distributes it, covers. The School’s reputation(presumably), and uses that research to further their own ideas of ascension. Bloodborne likes to do things in threes: Willem, Laurence, and Micolash are respective leaders/founders of Byrgenwerth, The Healing Church, and The School of Mensis. Interesting note that the latter two originate from the former, who is the only still “living” character amongst the 3 as far as I can gather. He warned those morons and it meant absolutely nothing LMAO.

-There is something so satisfying to me in how Micolash is generally associated with the dark and dim: Kos- a goddess born from the watery depths, an infinite labyrinth of dust and old tomes, and dark robes of Byrgenwerth. Laurence, on the other hand, is associated with all that is bright: fire, a bright pale moon, white and blue robes of the Choir, and the candlelit cathedrals that are more wax than they are pews. Parallels! Beloved!

-fellas is it gay if we both destroy a city for our own ends. YES yes Old Yharnam specifically was destroyed by the Powder Kegs- but I have a complete crack theory that Laurence saw the Ashen Blood poisoning go down, thought “ah, that is terrible for our reputation”, and sent the then-still loyal Powder Kegs to kaboom the issue away. The Powder Kegs then begin to protect the very beasts that Laurence is trying to sweep under the rug(because panic never leads to anything good), so the Healing Church Workshop as a whole denounce them as heretics.

…but also crack theory aside I still hold him half-responsible for the fall of Yharnam as a whole. And Micolash fucking obliterated all of Yahar’gul so. Yeah. Do NOT let these 2 work together, I think they would destroy all of Yharnam if they could.

-Consider: academic rivals that end up side-by-side, foraying into the brand new promising field of human ascension with matching ambitions and stars in their eyes. That is, until a cost that neither is willing to pay(the health of the other) shows up, and they end up splitting apart in a violent schism that brings them right back to where they started. CONSIDER. For me 🥺

-The Mensis cage obscures everything BUT the eyes, the uniform of the Choir allows for mobility (even enough to fight- like with Yurie) but it blinds the user. Also: Micolash, weird crazy guy who was probably not adored, or at least not as adored as Laurence, dies surrounded by people. Laurence, the guy who put Yharnam on the freaking map, dies completely alone in a big empty room. At least, that’s how we find their bodies in the nightmare!

- “We were friends! How could you?” Is tragic to me in any interpretation

-WHY DOES MICOLASH HAVE A CALL BEYOND. That is a CHOIR SPELL TO THE CORE!! And also, iirc, shared only amongst the higher ranks. I understand him having stolen it from Laurence is the general interpretation- but I like to think that perhaps it was a gift. A show of good faith, even? 😏 to wield the very stars in one’s hands seems like a very apt gift for a guy who is obsessed with the cosmos.

-Laurence 100% stole some of Micolash’s homework on contacting Great Ones imo and the effects of insight. I don’t actually have anything to back this outside of speculation I just think it’s very funny. Endless loop of copying homework. Micolash has more insight naturally, Laurence uses this to learn of the ritual, Laurence does his ritual, Micolash copies his ritual. No credit in sight.

-Micolash has an interesting line of cut dialogue where he claims he “was the head…of this treatment church”. I don’t have the original Japanese text, but I wonder if perhaps Micolash was meant to be an NPC, still fulfilling his role as both the headmaster of Mensis AND the main scholar overlooking all scientific and arcane research on behalf of the Healing Church? If he was the head of the healing church, did an earlier version have Laurence fulfilling his theorized role as a re-incarnated hunter?

-Micolash’s ritual, which I gather(and this is where my knowledge is the most shaky so BEAR WITH ME) summoned the blood moon, seems to be a direct copy of Laurence’s ritual to summon Flora. Whereas Flora took Gehrman as a host, Mergo took either Micolash as a host, or sacrificed the rest of the school in his place. Keep in mind: The Moon rune(found at the bottom of the stairs in Micolash’s boss arena, also eerily similar to the Communion Rune that I imagine would be a big hit with Laurence) DIRECTLY states that the Great Ones are sympathetic in spirit, and answer when called upon. I don’t think Mergo nor Flora are intentionally malicious. I just think these two idiots didn’t know what they were bargaining for, or with. Fellas is it gay if we both change the sky, both sacrifice something we didn’t necessarily mean to, and both suffer in the Nightmare for our sins? Asking for a friend.

-Micolash’s first move is running away from you, Laurence’s first move is to lunge directly at you. Ah, they would have made such a horrendously destructive pairing if the divorce hadn’t happened.

-bonus note!! I have ANOTHER crack theory that the “Moon” and “Communion” Runes have some neat parallels :smear:

Moon Rune is blood red like Micolash’s blood moon, Communion is pale white like Laurence’s pale moon. Moon allows for more blood echoes, Communion for more vials. Moon focuses on the Great Ones answering when called, Communion focuses on Blood Ministration. Moon has the eye in the center surrounded by lines, almost forming another circle(perhaps, and this is a stretch, even the dias that the catalyst is meant to be at the center of?), Communion is surrounded by 3 distinct dots(Laurence, Gehrman, and…Flora? Still not certain who the 3rd dot would be). Reading runes is fun! “Beast’s Embrace” may be closer to Laurence as a character(I mean, you obtain it from him) but since Micolash has no rune to drop as a counterpart(probably because he isn’t a DLC boss), I went with striking parallels between Communion and Moon instead.

-Fellas. Final question. Is it gay if my mild interest in that which lies beyond humanity (POSSIBLY) turns into a rapid obsession/a race against time to save you from yourself and reverse the effects of this poison you so adore, only to realize you won’t hear me, you will never hear me, and it is too late for both of us to turn back? Just wondering. JUST. WONDERING. Maybe trying to stop the other’s descent got too frustrating, Micolash and Laurence both sort of strike me as stubborn pricks in their own ways. Hence the big divorce. “If you won’t see things my way then you can sit with the consequences” (said both of them, equally suffering from consequences). I can only imagine Micolash did not expect for Laurence to prove him right so soon. (It’s funny, because they’re both dead, so really neither was right.)

**(Also I just like relating my headcanons back to canon for fun, I’m not trying to say how ‘canon’ something is should influence how people make hcs. Bloodborne’s not a very romantic game in a traditional sense so this is all mostly me rambling around anyway x,D)

OKAY SORRY IM FINALLY DONE. HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYBODY. I THINK THEY HELD HANDS MAYBE. I also think they would actually literally maul each other to death if given enough reason.

#bloodborne #micolash host of the nightmare #laurence the first vicar #micolaurence #bloodborne theory #bloodborne headcanons #I could actually go on for pages I may be insane #I dunno me personally I think it is a little bit gay to have an immoral science guy at your beck and call to do immoral science for you #while you maintain a pristine and holy image that also happens to provide him with materials #imagine you’re some guy in Yharnam and now Thing 1 and Thing 2 want your eyes and blood respectively #personal hc: Micolash is anemic af(sickle cell) and Laurence is so so pissed off that he doesn’t like transfusions #I think they hate each other(bonded together by fate)#okay its 5:00 am goodnight

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sebastianstansqueen · 10 months ago

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Lost In The Shadows: Part Twelve

A/N: This one is short, sorry, also have began writing my next series, my stuff about that will be up once i'm finished posting this story, hoe you like it, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,159

Warnings: angst, Guns, Bucky being unaware, Wayne, and Brock if I forgot anything let me know please!

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After the stress of being at the hospital worried sick everyday, Y/n had to admit being at her villa in Italy was a nice change from the compound back home. It was also nice that she was able to get Bucky an arm with the thought of mind that money was no object, so she got the best of the best. The best part was it was just her and Bucky, since everyone back home wanted to keep it hush hush that they were leaving, there wasn’t a security staff always lurking nor did she have any professionals roaming the house like cleaners, and kitchen staff, it felt normal, and she almost didn’t dare say she liked it.

Currently she sat by the pool, while Bucky was swimming laps, she softly smiled to herself as she thought about it. Tonight they were going to roam the city, starting with an art gallery and then dinner. A lot of this felt so domestic to her and she couldn’t fully hate it. “You okay?” Bucky asked, her eyes opened as she looked at him. “I know you’ve been stressed.” And there was also that, if Bucky remembered he would probably understand the why, because technically you were both in hiding.

“Bucky, if anything I’m for once not stressed.” She lied through her teeth, she was more stressed than ever before, because they were stuck in a foreign country Bucky had no memory of the Mafia, and for the first time since taking her family business back she wasn’t the one in control of everything, and she hated that. “If anything, I’m excited about tonight, it’s gonna be romantic.”

As the two of them walked around looking at different paintings, sculpture and other pieces of work. It was nice until a bullet hit one of the paintings, Y/n’s eyes widened. “Get down!” She yelled, she pulled out her own gun that had been tucked away in a secret pouch in her overly big purse, as more bullets came through breaking the glass.

“What the hell is going on?” Bucky asked with wide eyes.

Y/n looked at him. “Believe me Bucky in another life you’d understand, but for now follow what I do.” She aimed her own gun at the glass ceiling of the building, where she couldn’t see even an outline of a person, she took a deep breath in irritation. “Okay, we’ve gotta get on that roof.”

“That’s where the bullets came from.” Bucky hissed out.

Y/n nodded. “I know.” She got up moving, Bucky moved her as she had told him. As people who weren’t dead ran around in panic and fear, and red lights went off with an annoying alarm and people who had gotten shot in the spray of bullets moments earlier laid on the ground crying or dead. She moved around until she found a roof entrance, she began running up the stairs, when both of them made it up to the roof Y/n found who she was looking for meaning whoever it was wanting to kill her had an open air shot to get her. As Y/n saw it was two people, Sharon and Wayne, Y/n scoffed, wind caused her hair to blow everywhere. “You two have got to be shitting me! You're working together?”

They both looked at her with wide eyes. “She betrayed Brock, so I'm here for both of you!” Wayne was the first to speak.

Y/n began to actually laugh. “That’s a good one Wayne, you're working for Rumlow, you're not even stupid enough to do that.”

“You're the one who’s gonna lose out, Y/n, you are the one who lost doing business with him, and you're gonna die for it.” Wayne smiled wickedly, Y/n noticed he looked different; he'd been bulked up or something.

“Are you on that fucking staroids he wants to sell on the streets?” She scoffed able to tell, by the obvious side effects.

“It’s called ‘the serum’.” He said aggressively.

“Oh, please, all those blue crystals are gonna do for you is kill you eventually.” Y/n was taunting him.

“Okay that's enough.” Sharron stopped her from continuing. “I’m killing you, and then taking everything you’ve built.” The blond held up a gun at Y/n, making her do the same.

Y/n, wasn’t aiming for her sister but Wayne, as her finger pressed the trigger Sharons did the same and she ducked down, with Bucky as she watched Wayne fall off the building with blood spreading on his shirt.

Sharon watched and hurried to follow where he fell, jumping off knowing Y/n was giving her one more chance to get her. Y/n liked a game especially with her sister, so she was willing to play it, if Sharon killed her next time she’d win, only getting one more chance to try again, before Y/n would kill her. Y/n looked at Bucky making sure he was alright, he looked shaken up but no wounds, she helped him up. “Are you okay?” She asked, and he nodded. “Okay come on.”

When they got back to the villa she began packing everything they had brought, moving as fast as she could. “Y/n what the hell was that!” Bucky yelled, making her freeze up, stopping what she was doing.

Y/n whipped around. “You're not gonna talk to me like that!” She yelled back. “You're the one who doesn't remember anything, and doesn't know what is going on so you're not gonna yell at me, I’m doing this for your safety, because I care about you.”

“Explain what’s going on then.” He said with irritation.

“My sister, who is a skilled assassin, and a guy I refused to do business with are trying to kill me and possibly you, and that’s how we ended up in the hospital I’m assuming, and your don’t remember this because of what you got in the accident, Bucky I’m a mafia boss and so is your brother, but we’ve gotta go if you want to live.” She spoke with pure urgency, she moved up to him, placing her hand in his, she slowly moved in closer to him, kissing him softly. “Bucky, I love you, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, if you come with me I’ll make sure you don’t die.”

Bucky pulled her closer to him. “I’ll go with you, but be honest with me from now on.”

Y/n looked at him and nodded. “Okay, for now pack, I’ll figure out where to next.”

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Brock shook his head, as Wayne's feed and tracker turned red, he slammed his hand on the desk, a mix of anger and joy. Wayne had been helpful but soon became a pest on his shoulder, he huffed knowing he needed to know Y/n’s next move. He had to be the one to finish her off.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x you #marvel #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #mob!bucky x reader #james buchanan bucky barnes #mob bucky barnes x reader #mob! bucky x reader #mobster!bucky #bucky x mob!reader #mechanic!bucky x reader #mafia bucky x reader #mafia!bucky x reader #mafia sebastian stan x reader

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lyn-js · 9 months ago

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Home Sweet Home | Prologue

Rhett Abbott x OC Reader

Summary: Sunny Pritchett decides to move back home, but without a reason why. Once she's back she runs into her childhood best, friend Rhett Abbott. Rhett seems very surprised to see her. Not only that, but he sees she has a small child on her hip. Will Sunny try to reconnect with Rhett and tell him the real reason you she's moved back. Or will her past come back and find her until everything blows up.

Warnings: Mental and Physical abuse, PTSD flashbacks, swearing, fighting.

(The post is a little short, but the next couple are going to be a little bit longer.)

Growing up in Amelia County was simple and easy, others may say boring. But when it came to the “unstoppable duo” as their mothers like to call them. Sunny Pritchett, and Rhett Abbott did the best they could while living in Ameila county. Whether it was watching tv in the house, or playing around in their families pastures. They have made the best of what they’ve had together.

They were also the polar opposites. Rhett was a little bit of the shy one, and sometimes kept to himself. While Sunny was a big ball of energy. Always trying to bring Rhett out of his comfort zone, he really didn’t mind it. He just liked seeing her happy, and having a smile on her face.

While going into Highschool Sunny and Rhett stayed close, sometimes Sunny would hang out with the “popular kids.” While also dating one of the football players Adam. Rhett has always had a bone to pick with him. Not only picking on others but he treated Sunny like she was nothing. He wanted to tell Sunny about him, but she seemed happy with Adam. He just didn’t want to ruin their friendship.

But Rhett has finally had it with Adam. Always pushing Sunny aside like she was nothing to him. So, he finally had the courage to tell her.

“I just don’t see what you see in him” asking Sunny while sitting in the flatbed of Rhett’s truck.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you and Adam. He’s no good f’ya.”

“What do you know what’s good for me?” Now both tense, and a little bit nervous of what the next will say.

“Hey. I love you and care about you. Ya Know that right?”

Sunny just looked at him trying to hold back tears. What she wanted to say was “I love you too. But just more than friends.” But she didn’t know what Rhett wanted to say “ I Love you so much, don’t ever leave me.”

But she only had the courage to say “I know”.

So Sunny just grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze, Rhett doing the same. They just kept sitting in the back of the truck looking at the sunset, waiting for what’s going to happen next.

End.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this. Like I said the next couple of chapters are going to be a little bit longer. See ya next time!!

Taglist: @callsign-magnolia @roosterforme @angelbabyyy99

dividers are by @saradika

#rhett abbott #rhett abbot x reader #outer range #lewis pullman #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott imagine

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callsignspark · 1 year ago

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soft-tober | 09 | Bradley Bradshaw

soft-tober is about experiencing the joys of October with loved ones. each day is a fall-related one-shot for one of the couples from my Dagger, Sword & Shield universe, plus a few extras! today is Bradley and Mary with “Is this costume too revealing?” from this prompt list.

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word count: 1.2k

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warnings: extreme fluff, this takes place in 2024, body insecurities after giving birth, this gets a little raunchy so minors go away

callsignspark disclaimer: my blog is an 18+ space; minors do not interact - you will be blocked. I do not consent to my work being copied, run through an AI generator, translated, or posted elsewhere. I do have an AO3, where I eventually will be cross-posting my works.

09. "Is this costume too revealing?"

“I just don’t like it! He’s a good kid, but I don’t like it!”

Mary hums as her husband continues complaining, talking circles around himself while she’s stuck in her thoughts. She knows that she’s worrying about the wrong thing. They just dropped the twins off at the Benjamin-Mitchell household with Amelia and her boyfriend, Josh. Trusting the two teenagers to watch the ten-month-old Bradshaw girls for a few hours while they attend a Halloween party.

“I trust him, he’s a good kid, but does he have to be there? I guess it makes sense for there to be two babysitters, one for each girl… but I still don’t like it! Maybe we shouldn’t go. No, Amelia is smart; she can handle it.”

If this were a movie, she would be worrying right alongside Bradley about whether the kids were going to throw a rager while babysitting. And in real life, if it were any other night, she’d be concerned about leaving the girls, even if it’s just a couple hours. Especially considering this is the first time they’ve left the babies with anyone who’s not a seasoned parent.

But she’s not worried about that. Because it’s Halloween and the invite had said to bring a friend and come dressed like them. So, she’s wearing a flight suit tied around her waist, with a skin-tight bodysuit, that feels like it’s digging into every bump, lump, and roll of her post-partum body. She hasn’t been this uncomfortable since giving birth.

“Is this costume too revealing?”

She knows she’s worried about the wrong thing.

“And I heard you tell her to make out with him after- what?” Wide brown eyes bounce back and forth between her and the road, a confused look washing over his face.

“Is it too… ya know, too much?”

“No.” Bradley says it with such conviction that her brain almost lets it go. Almost.

“You’re just saying that because you like how much my boobs are out.”

“I will never complain about your boobs - especially if you’ve got my call sign over my favorite one - but you just have a little bit of cleavage. It’s not revealing at all.”

Mary glances down at her chest, the patch she had gotten made with Bradley’s helmet logo stitched carefully on her left boob, and realizes that while her breasts are one of the problems, they’re not the main problem.

“I just…” She sighs, wondering if trying to explain is even worth it. Bradley has only ever been self-conscious about the scars on his neck and face, never about his figure. He’s always been in great shape, no jiggling or wiggling like her body. “I feel like I’m out all over the place.”

“It’s because you’re breastfeeding, baby doll.”

“I’m going to flash everyone!”

“Lucky them.” He murmurs, ignoring his wife’s shocked noise as he turns down Javy’s street. “Where are we going to park?”

“Bradley!”

“Hang on, lemme park first.”

She huffs, looking out the window as he parallel parks in one of the last open spaces, the van jolting slightly as they stop. I still can’t believe we’re the kind of people with a minivan, she thinks as Bradley unbuckles them. Mary can feel him leaning towards her, a big hand making its way to her thigh.

“Mary, what’s going on?”

She sighs; he won’t let it go, it’s best to just talk to him about it. Which is easier said than done.

“My body changed a lot with the pregnancy, which I knew would happen. I had twins. I just thought I would be back to normal by now, especially with the breastfeeding.” Bradley doesn’t say anything; just brushes her hair back with a big, warm hand. “I know it’s stupid, but there’s a part of my brain - that sounds a lot like my mother - that keeps telling me how many women lose weight and get smaller when they breastfeed.”

A quiet gasp escapes her. It’s the first time she’s said it out loud and heard how terrible she’s being to herself.

Bradley opens his mouth, but she cuts him off. “I know what you’re going to say.”

He chuckles, “Oh, yeah? What am I gonna say?”

“That I’m just as beautiful as the day we met, and you can’t believe I grew and gave birth to your two favorite people in the world. That you love me.”

“Not bad.” He hums, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “You forgot a few things, though.”

“What?”

“You forgot the part where I tell you how fucking sexy you are. That I love you no matter what your body looks like, and I always will. I gotta admit, though, these?” Bradley trails kisses down her neck, pulling the stretchy collar of her bodysuit down, groaning when he catches sight of red lace. “These are incredible.”

“Don’t get used to them; they’re temporary.” Mary pants as he nips at the sensitive skin of her breast, right where his call sign has been sitting for the last hour.

“Guess I’ll just have to get you pregnant again.”

She moans at the casual way he says it, his tongue brushing over her nipple through the lace of her bra. He looks up at her, through his lashes, as he takes her nipple between his teeth, his big brown eyes making sure she’s paying attention before he sucks it into his mouth.

“Bradley!” She gasps, pulling at his curls, unsure if she wants more or if she wants to push him away.

“Yeah, honey?” He pulls off, the damp fabric cooling against the stiff bud. “You want more?”

“I- not in public!”

“Why? It’s not like I haven’t done that before.”

“Yeah, yeah. King of unclogging my milk ducts, folks.” Mary teases even as she lets her eyes drag over him, taking in every detail. The way he’s panting because of her. Eyes big and glassy because of her. Hard under his costume because of her. “Get in the backseat.”

“What?”

“Backseat, Bradshaw. Now.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re the one that wants to get me pregnant again, right?” She asks as she wiggles back into the third row of the minivan, leaving her husband gaping in the front seat. “Let's try right now.”

“Jesus fuc- We’re going home.”

“What! Why?” Mary whines, so worked up the windows are going to start fogging up any second.

“We’re going home. I’m going to bend you over the couch, and then we’re coming back to the party. Just let me text Mav and Penny to ask them to take the girls overnight.”

“Oh, god, I love you! You’re so smart!”

“Stay there.”

Mary freezes where she was starting to climb back to the front. “What?”

“Stay. There.” Bradley starts the van, checking his mirrors to pull out. “You’re going to get yourself ready for me, so when we get home there’s no time wasted.”

The car’s audio system interrupts him, telling them Penny texted, agreeing to take the kids, and ordering them to have fun. The two parents giggle; it’s the first time they’ve really let go since the twins were born in January, and they’re going to make the most of it.

And make the most of it they do.

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readychilledwine · 9 months ago

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3 facts about your OCs aaaaaand go!

*blinks slowly* all... all my ocs?

Warning - long post

Aelia (Broken)

Her favorite holiday is Solstice Eve. She doesn't care if it's not an actual holiday. She will throw hands over this topic

She's been begging Rhys for sunken greenhouse for a while. He doesn't understand why they'd need it, but he's coming around.

Aelia can control the weather. Happy? Large snowfall. Angry? Blistering heat and humidity. Sad? Thunderstorms all day.

Rhiannon (Requiem for a Dream)

Rhiannon hates hard candy. Which works for Azriel. It's the weirdos favorite.

She's only ever had sex with Rhys. Both due to insecurities from her father ripping her wings off her back, and because when you already fuck a God, why would you settle for disappointment?

Rhiannon became so in touch with the realm during her father's imprisonment of her and Azriel that she began to be able to speak to it similarly to Azriel and his shadows. It caught Rhysand's father's attention, and he forced her to stay close to him. If Hybern so much as pissed near a log during the first war, Rhiannon knew.

Lyria Vanserra (Slow Hands)

Lyria spent 39 years being owned by Rhys UTM. She was the one who'd originally dance for him at parties until Feyre came. Their relationship is complex, loving, and so deeply rooted into both of them, Rhys may have married her had he never met Feyre.

Lyria is Helion's and Beron knows, Lucien he questions, but Lyria he knows. He found out when Lyria was 5. She was cuddling on his lap in his office and annoyed because the sun was in her eyes, preventing her from sleeping on her daddy. She ended up forcing the sun to change position and instantly fell asleep in his arms. That was the first and only time LoA saw Beron cry because of how emotionally hurt he was. Beron pretended not to know he wasn't Lyria's father until she was sold to Rhys. He loved her too much to let her go.

Lyria is also banned from the Summer Court. Cassian destroyed a building. Lyria streaked through one. That building happened to be a temple. She doesn't remember why she's banned. Only that her and Tarquin were having fun until some lady came and yelled at them.

Seren (Death of Peace of Mind)

She's my cuntiest OC in that she serves and is one.

Seren will not wear a dress that costs less than 90 gold marks. It made sewing for her a pain for her mother, but her father absolutely loved showering her with the finest silks, hand-made lace, and furs.

Seren hates chocolate. It's a trait that she's pretty sure actually runs in their family, but Rhys pretends to enjoy it so people don't judge him. Seren doesn't care if you judge her. Your taste buds are wrong. Not hers.

Aerilyn (Flight Patterns)

Aerilyn speaks 20 languages due to how often her and the dragons move. Arguably, she may be the smartest person in the room for that reason.

Aerilyn would rather sleep in the pit with her little pack than on a bed. She's snuck out several times to do it and snuck in to make sure she wasn't caught.

Aerilyn is unaware that she has powers. She thinks her relationship with the dragons is completely normal for a rider.

Kaylee Archeron (Bound by Fate)

Kaylee is heavily based off of snow-white, and I mean that. So spoiler if you know the story.

Kaylee hates wearing pants. Azriel stares too much when she does, and she doesn't get why. She's just Kaylee. There's nothing to stare at. (Besides that ass)

Elain gardens, Nesta reads, Feyre painted, Kaylee does sketches. Preferably animals, and babies. Kaylee loves babies.

Amelia Archeron (Kissed by Fire)

Amelia doesn't have hobbies. She was so busy working in the brothel that for years she lost herself.

Amelia dreams of traveling the world and far-off places. Her drawer on the dresser was painted like a map with autumn leaves in the corners

Amelia and Lucien have a close relationship. Both of them are closer to each other than they are any of their siblings. He's the little brother she always wanted. She's the big sister Lucien always needed.

Seraphina Vanserra (Lollipop)

Sera was raised UTM. She's desensitized to cruelty to where she doesn't even realize it is happening. Seraphina lacks some social skills and cues because of this as well. Cassian adores that.

Seraphina was never allowed to train her powers because she is a female and because Amarantha took them when she was young. She has no clue what she can do or who she is.

She became a hopeless romantic after sneaking out of the mountain one night and seeing the night sky for the first time. Rhysand was the one who found the 15 year old, and instead of punishing her or forcing her back inside, he told her the stories behind all the constellations.

Briar (Suprises)

Briar is the cause behind both Spring and Night losing their previous high lords and their mates. At least she feels that way despite Rhysand telling her that her father was an abusive male

Briar once asked Rhys why they weren't just one giant poly family. The answer was Mor. He said it'd be too weird.

Briar has planned the gardens of Day, Night, and Dawn since she left Spring. She has sketches laying them out every year, and Rhys keeps the old ones safe. He looks at them when she's busy and he misses her.

Irelina (Early Mornings)

Irelina is from the only Illyrian camp that does not clip wings, and she is technically the overseer of said camp. She has hands she trusts to watch it in her place so she can be with Cassian.

Irelina was actually seeing Azriel before the Bond snapped between her and Cassian. She loved Azriel too much to let him go, though, and he loved her and Cass so much that the three became a throuple.

Irelina once had to correct someone for calling Cassian "Irelina's husband." Cassian promptly told them they were correct, and that was his name.

#elizabeths.updates #send anons #send asks #get to know my ocs

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liaromancewriter · 1 year ago

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This Little Bunny

Premise: The kids are out trick-or-treating, but there’s one bunny too many for Max to handle.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC); feat. OC children Rating/Category: General. Fluff. Words: 1,650

A/N: Ages ago, I received a prompt from @jerzwriter about any of my characters losing their kids while out and about. Finally found the inspiration for it. I'm using @choicesflashfics week 57, prompt 3. Submission to @choicesprompts Flufftober.

Amelia Valentine was excited for her first Halloween. Her siblings had done it millions of times, but then they were older than her. Of course, it wasn’t really her first Halloween; she was four years old, after all. But she didn’t remember the last ones on account of being too little. So, as far as she was concerned, they didn’t count.

Her big brother Noah boasted about all the candy he was going to get, but Amelia was more excited about Daddy taking them trick-or-treating and her costume. The white bunny with big blue eyes and floppy, pink ears was her favorite character from an old children’s movie.

Amelia squirmed in excitement, her eyes locked on the furry bunny suit laid out on the bed. She was already wearing thick leggings and a thick sweater since it was cold out. She didn’t want to wear a coat on top of her costume because then no one would see it.

“Hold still, Melly,” scolded Mommy as she brushed the tangles out of her hair.

“Is Daddy home yet?” Amelia asked, trying to hold herself still, but her body was vibrating with excitement. “He promised to take us trick-or-treating!”

“Yes, he came home while you were taking a bath,” Sienna Valentine said, rolling her eyes at Amelia’s apparent preference for Max.

What am I, chopped liver? Sienna thought in amused exasperation. Still, she was well used to females of all ages falling for her husband’s charm. Their daughters were hardly an exception.

She tightened her hold to keep the little girl still while she finished making her hair. Amelia was the only one of their children to have blonde curls, and taming them was an exercise in patience.

“There, all done,” Sienna said, sighing in relief. “Now, let’s turn you into Snowball.”

Amelia stepped into the jumpsuit, and Sienna zipped up the front and adjusted the hood with its floppy ears over her head. She applied a little gloss on her lips, drew thin whiskers with an eyeliner and dabbed some blush on the tip of her daughter’s nose to complete the look.

“Look,” she said, turning Amelia around to face the mirror.

When Amelia gasped in delight, preening at her reflection, Sienna smiled and snapped a picture on her phone. She would post them on the family group chat shortly for both sets of grandparents to gush over.

At the last minute, she remembered to pin a card with her name and phone number behind one of the ears. It was probably not needed, but she’d rather be safe than sorry.

“Cute bunny ears,” Max commented as they joined him and the other kids in the foyer. Amelia ran toward him, and he lifted her up in his arms for a hug. “Ready for trick-or-treating, Amelia Mai?”

“Are you sure about this?” Sienna pursed her lips worriedly as they stepped into the outside hallway.

With two of Belle’s friends joining them, Max would be responsible for supervising five children under the age of ten. Usually, Sienna would go trick-or-treating with them, but the baby was running a slight fever, and she didn’t feel right leaving him with the nanny.

“Please,” Max scoffed, raising one brow arrogantly. “I run a multi-billion dollar company. I can handle five kids. Piece of cake.”

A short while later, Max waited for the light to change and gripped Amelia’s hand in his as they crossed the street. He glanced at the gradually darkening skies and hoped the rain would hold off for another couple of hours.

Noah and Belle walked ahead of them with their friends, heads together, planning their route for optimal candy collection. His son was dressed up as Nick Fury, declaring him the coolest character from the Marvel universe. Belle was still in her princess phase and wore a tiara and poofy gown under her thick coat.

They reached a section of their neighborhood that had been closed off to traffic for the evening. Here, the houses were decked out for Halloween, from the macabre to the absurd.

The air was filled with the sounds of children shouting and running around and music from a band of musicians dressed like ghouls that had set up in the center of the street.

“Look, Daddy, there’s another Snowball.” Amelia tugged at his hand for attention.

Max glanced at the other trick-or-treaters on the pavement. There were a number of animal costumes, including several white bunnies, clearly a popular choice this year.

“My costume is better,” she sniffed dismissively.

He smirked at the hint of competitiveness in her tone. She could be shy at times, but Amelia was a Valentine through and through, he chuckled.

Letting go of her hand so she could join her siblings, he followed close behind while they visited the first few houses. He remarked on their candy haul, carried Amelia’s bag when she got tired after the third house and snapped a few pictures to send to Sienna.

It was all going well until they reached the sixth house. While the kids did their thing, Max leaned against a wrought iron railing and scrolled through the messages on his phones.

A few minutes later, the kids came tumbling down the steps, and he spied a white bunny out of the corner of his eyes. He absently grabbed Amelia’s hand, finished sending a text with one hand and pocketed the device as they continued down the street.

Two or three houses later, Max glanced down at the top of Amelia’s covered head and wondered why she was so quiet.

“Everything okay, honey?” he asked, frowning when she didn’t reply. “Amelia?”

He placed a hand on her shoulder to hold her in place while keeping one eye on the four walking up ahead.

“Noah, Belle, hold up,” Max called out and saw the older kids stop and start to walk back.

He crouched down on his haunches, turned Amelia around to face him, and almost fell on his ass when a stranger stared back at him from below the hood.

“Who are you?” Max whispered, his voice coming out strangled.

“Tommy,” the other boy said, scrunching his nose as he shrugged.

Max peered intently and realized it was a little boy roughly Amelia’s age and height. Given the similarity in their costumes, he reasoned it was an easy enough mistake to make. Not that it mattered. Sienna was going to kill him anyway!

“Dad, where’s Melly?” Noah asked, staring at the little boy in the white bunny costume. Max held up one hand in a gesture for Noah to wait.

Max tamped down the fear gripping his heart. It was a useless emotion. What he needed right now was to focus, find his daughter and return Tommy to his parents. He would have plenty of time later to relive this nightmare.

“Do you know your parents’ names, Tommy?” Max kept his tone gentle so as to not scare the kid. He sighed in relief when Tommy nodded and plopped a thumb in his mouth.

“What are their names?” Max prompted.

Tommy removed the thumb and whispered, “Mommy and Daddy.”

Okay then, Max thought, trying to hide his amusement at the response. “Did you come trick-or-treating with them?”

“Daddy brung me,” Tommy said.

“Let’s go find him. Okay?”

Formulating a plan, Max rose from the pavement, took Tommy’s hand and gazed at his son, who was looking worried.

“Noah, it’ll be alright. Please get Belle, Emma and Amy and follow me. And stay close,” he added when Noah turned to do as he asked.

Keeping all five kids in tow, Max retraced his steps to where he thought the switch might have occurred.

He remembered being distracted on his phone a few houses down and grabbing hold of what he thought was Amelia. But he hadn’t seen her face under the costume, and she hadn’t come running down the steps to show him her candy as she’d done before.

They were halfway there when his phone started ringing. He saw Sienna’s name on the screen and accepted the call, signaling the kids to stop and stand off to the side.

“How’s it going?” she asked, amusement coloring her voice.

“Oh, you know, fine,” Max stalled, sending a silent prayer that she couldn’t see the panic in his eyes.

“I see,” she said neutrally. “So, the phone call I just got from Tommy’s dad was a hoax, and he doesn’t have our daughter?”

Crap, crap, crap. Max closed his eyes briefly.

“I’m sorry, Si,” Max said, sighing deeply. “I’ll explain when we get home, but I’m pretty sure I know how this happened.”

“I can’t wait to hear this story. I’ll have the wine waiting,” Sienna laughed. “I’m texting you the dad’s number so you can meet up. If it’s any consolation, he’s just as embarrassed as you.”

A few minutes later, Max met up with Tommy’s dad and made the exchange. Both hemmed and hawed as they explained how they’d made a mistake, but they were also relieved at averting disaster.

The father and son waved goodbye and disappeared into the crowd of trick-or-treaters.

Noah and Belle surrounded Amelia, asking lots of questions, but Max plucked her into his arms and hugged her tight.

“Daddy, that’s too tight,” she complained against his neck.

“You really scared me, kiddo,” he said, loosening his hold to gaze into her eyes. “I’m so sorry I lost you.”

Almost an hour later, and after dropping Belle’s friends off, Max unlocked the front door and shepherded his kids inside. They rushed into the living room while he hung up his coat in the hall closet.

He walked in to find them gathered around Sienna, who was nodding and smiling as they narrated their adventures and showed off their bags of candy and snacks.

She glanced at Max, her eyes brimming with mischievous laughter. “Piece of cake, huh?”

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jungle-angel · 5 months ago

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The Animal Doctor Is In: Part 5 (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett definitely weren't counting on the new arrivals of the week, but despite the hardships, it's always a pleasure

Warnings: Animal birth, mentions of animal neglect etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @hederasgarden @attapullman @rhettabbotts @sebsxphia

Rhett leaned against the porch railing, drinking as much water out of his Yeti as he possibly could. God it was hot, way too hot for anybody's own good. Royal had told the hands that they absolutely had to take frequent breaks for a dive in the pond and to do what they could to keep cool. The Amelia County Steiner School where Amy and Rose Hawk attended farm camp, had called and emailed all the families of the students to let them know that camp had to be postponed until the heatwave had let up and it didn't look like it would be any time soon.

The baying of two hound dogs suddenly reached his ears along with the sight of a truck and trailer pulling up to the gate. "Napoleon! Shut the fuck up! Jeez you and Lafayette are menaces!"

Napoleon, the big bloodhound, trotted up to Rhett along with his partner in crime, a basset hound named Lafayette. He sat right at Rhett's feet, his big droopy features curling into a canine grin.

"Ya'll are more trouble than you're worth," Rhett laughed.

Lafayette started baying again a minute later as you shut the storm door behind you, the hinge hissing before it clicked. "The hell are ding and dong barking at?" you asked.

"I think Brian's back," Rhett answered as Napoleon tried to put his paws up on Rhett's shoulders. "Not sure with what but he's got the trailer."

You and Rhett squinted in the bright sunlight to find another pickup truck behind them, a dark green Ford f150 belonging to Pastor Jim. "Weird," Rhett thought aloud. "The hell's Pastor Jim doin up here?"

"Lets go find out," you said, slipping your sandals onto your feet.

You and Rhett headed down to the pasture where Brian and Pastor Jim were busy unloading three new dairy cows, all of them in terrible shape.

"S'happenin Jim?" Rhett asked the pastor.

"Ain't lookin too good Rhett," Jim answered, adjusting his Budweiser baseball cap on his head. "Not sure if they're gonna even make it to the barn tonight."

"Where'd they come from?" you asked.

"The fuckin Cranston farm up the road," Pastor Jim said with pure and utter disgust. "Roped to a post, standin in mud up to their knees and nothin in the trough for food. Water was greener than a turtle turd. Oldest one's pregnant too."

"Jeez!" Rhett exclaimed. "Please tell me Burl's goin to jail for this."

"Yep," Jim said. "Judge doesn't tolerate shit like this. He's a repeat offender too."

You and Rhett watched as the cows were unloaded, the first being a red and white hereford cow with obvious welts and marks all over her from neglect. Poor thing was so thin that her ribs were showing and her hooves a painful oozing mess.

You and Rhett immediately set to the barn to try and help them, especially the hereford. She looked at Rhett with her sad, dark eyes, her ears twitching and her sides large with the calf she was carrying. "Oh God honey," he sighed. "You're a mess, ya know that?"

You and Rhett gagged when you saw the terrible state her hooves were in. He liberally poured on the antiseptic liquid that Royal used when any of them had an infected hoof, the poor girl mooing in pain as you and Rhett cleaned away the greenish ooze.

"Should we name her?" you asked, running the flea brush over her fur.

"I dunno darlin," Rhett sighed. "She ain't lookin too good and I don't wanna get too attached to her."

You gave her a few scritches under her chin, her head coming to rest in your hand. "Maybe we should call her Muggy since it's so hot out," you chuckled.

"Nah," Rhett chuckled. "She kinda reminds me of Ma's older sister, Maggie."

All of a sudden, the heifer's head lifted, her eyes meeting yours for the briefest of seconds. "I know that look," Rhett said, smiling.

You laughed with him as you finished up with Maggie. The other two had chosen their own names as well, you and Rhett laughing at the fact that neither of you two would be able to escape naming your menagerie of critters after Disney characters.

That night, a thunderstorm had rolled into Wabang with you and Rhett sticking close to the barn just in case something came up. You were so deep in sleep, that you hardly noticed the pained mooing coming from Maggie's stall.

"Aw shit," you hissed. "Rhett! Rhett!! Wake up!"

Rhett jerked awake. "S'matter?"

"I think it's time."

Rhett hurried to the stall and sure enough, you were right. "Alright darlin, it's go time," he chuckled.

He rolled up his sleeves and scrubbed in, just as he always did. You helped keep Maggie calm while Rhett worked his magic, reaching in to help turn the calf. "Aw jeez Maggie, you're really takin your time with this," Rhett mumbled, his words strained from trying to keep a good grip on her calf.

"C'mon baby, c'mon, ya gotta help me out and push," Rhett encouraged.

You kept stroking Maggie's fur, encouraging the heifer to push while Rhett helped her along. "God she's fuckin tight!" Rhett strained.

It was one long strain of sucking in breaths, f-bombs and pained moos before the calf finally emerged and fell into the hay. "Looks like we've got a girl darlin," Rhett proudly announced, drying her off with a shitty old towel.

"Oh my God she's adorable!" you squeaked.

Rhett dried her off and cleared away all the slimy fluids before she started breathing. Maggie helped take care of the rest, licking her baby before the calf stood on her knobby little legs and latched onto her mother's udder.

Once you and Rhett had cleaned up and put everything away, you kept a close eye on the two of them. "You think she'll do ok?" you asked.

"No doubt darlin, this one's one tough mother," Rhett joked.

You kissed your husband, the two of you laughing as you watched mother and baby and the storm finally clearing over Wabang.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #outer range

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mywritingonlyfans · 1 year ago

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DID YOU SEE THAT ALEX DEDICATED DO I WANNA KNOW TO MATT'S DAUGHTER WHAT IF I CRIED

I'M DYING AND KICKING THE AIR did you see her reaction to the dedication? (like pls she's a happy bean bc of uncle alex)

Could it be that she has already fallen asleep in his arms/chest? Did he have to put her to sleep at least once? Like, has he already read bedtime stories to her? And every time she talks to him, he smiles and nods with his eyes locked onto hers to encourage her to keep going because he's listening and genuinely interested? (Please, I can't get out of my head how this man would be such a loving father, among all the other wonderful qualities) (And maybe he'll dedicate a song to his daughter in the near future? And seeing her happy little (big doll eyes like Alex's) eyes afterward, running into his arms - similar to how Amelia hugs Matt in that story he posted - his eyes welling up with tears because he's so happy to see that he's making her feel good and loved.)

I'm sorry, I'm a emotional bitch ☝️

#to the 💌#i'm deffo crying #als asks ❤️

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GITJ Post 358: That was Then, This is Now, p10

<Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap!>

I was a hero! I’d just lifted the vending machine off of Mr., uh, Kowalstein, and he was going to be fine. My girls, surrounding us in the hallway, had been clapping, clapping and cooing, cooing and running their hands up and down my chest. They’d been praising my aplomb and clucking their concerns.

Dr. J that was amazing! Lakshmi sang.

You’re just so strong! lauded Josie.

Our big strong man! called someone else, maybe Randi.

Others moved in. We’re so lucky you were here! Marisela gushed, ringlets of dark black hair falling fetchingly across her face.

But are you okay? Aubrey asked. She was one of my younger employees, I think. My front desk girl along with - who are those two again? And the blondish girl?

Yes we need to make sure you’re not hurt, Shanette pressed, her hand doing the same, on my chest pushing me gently backwards. Girls were all around me, hands on my shoulders, arms and back and I felt myself suddenly being guided back down the hall.

Girls, girls! I laughed, What are you doing?!

Mr. Kowalczyk’s going to be alright, assured Amelia - my resident glamor girl, she was like a Barbie Doll! But let’s get you back to your office, where we can check on you.

Girls haha girls! I laughed, I’m fine! I’m fine! Just let me go see my patients and- whoah!

Giggling, all of them, I let them overwhelm me. They were all worried about me, and I figured I might as well indulge them. With their sheer swarming mass they swept me up, and I just let them take me. Before I knew it, there I was. Sitting on top of my desk as Lakshmi and Josie and Marisela examined me, checking for any injury. Amelia stood to one side of me, Aubrey on the other. Others looked on, in womanly concern.

Dr. J you were so brave today! Aubrey squealed girlishly, now hugging my head to her maidenly chest. My first reaction was - in modesty of course - to pull away. But Aubrey held me tight. As thin and lovely as she was, her bosoms were not those of a young girl! Wow! I was surprised at their size; even through her crisp pink blouse, polka-dotted in white, I could tell this girl was very developed. Large breasts, for sure, firmly mashing into my face. Urk! Well if it brought her joy to comfort me…who was I to complain! I allowed her to hold me, in her womanly way. She even pet my hair. I felt my eyes start to flutter as I drifted for the moment in and out of some reality. It felt like it was, now, just Aubrey and me. My head, her chest, the whiffs of her perfume and her warmth and heartbeat making her less like a girl and more a young mother. I could feel a firm brassiere through her blouse, and I snuggled into it.

“You’re dreaming about us, aren’t you?” I heard her say, in a whisper that came from somewhere else. Was I dreaming? I felt strange, for sure, like I was taken from another time. My head swam, but her comforts made me safe, like I was afloat in a soft warm sea. Her hand pet my head, her chest rose and fell with her breath. How long I was there, held to Aubrey’s young bosom, I don’t know.

Were there other girls here? Blondes, brunettes, redheads?

Maybe they were on their way.

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thanks to RiF for his editing and inspiration

#growing into the job

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emma-m-black · 6 days ago

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Doctor White - Chapter Four

Tom Koracick x OC (FanFiction)

This is a super rough draft of a Tom Koracick x OC story I've had in my head. I got a ton of chapters done, but then kind of his a block at a cliff hanger and I figure, perhaps if I post it, maybe I can figure out what to do next.

Rating is probably close to PG, don't think there is any spicey bits, pretty tame.

Read: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three

Chapter Four

“This will be our office. I had Bailey free something up for you,” Tom said, opening the door to research room three. “I have to fly out in a few hours, and I expect your written proposal in my inbox by the time I land, so I can review it. Once we’re approved, you can start filling this place with whatever you need.” He handed a set of keys to Elizabeth, placing them firmly in her palm.

“Dr. Koracick, thank you for doing this,” Elizabeth replied, her voice sincere. She stepped into the room, setting her laptop down on a bare desk. She looked around, picturing the space bustling with equipment, workstations, and even cages for mice with brain tumors. It felt like potential was hovering in the air.

“Of course,” he replied simply, as if arranging all this was no big deal. Tom patted the outside of his jacket before slipping a hand inside to pull out his phone. After quickly entering his passcode, he handed the device to Elizabeth.

She took it, inputting her contact information, and handed it back. A second later, her pocket vibrated, signaling that he’d already messaged her.

“Tom?” The familiar voice of Amelia drifted in as she entered the room. “I thought you’d already left.”

Tom slid his hands into the pockets of his dark grey pants and smirked. “Miss me already, did you?”

“Actually, I could use that brain of yours for a project,” Amelia replied, casting a curious glance around the empty room. “Unless… are you?”

“I can share, but if my idea gets funding, he’s all mine,” Elizabeth interjected, a small smirk on her face.

“Sweetheart, you’d never have to share me,” Tom replied, wiggling his eyebrows.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Just go, before you miss your plane and I’m stuck with you for another day.”

“Wait, are you two…?” Amelia asked, looking between them with raised eyebrows.

“Ick, no. She has cooties,” Tom replied, scrunching his nose and sticking out his tongue.

Elizabeth scoffed, reaching into her coat pocket to pull out a pen, which she lightly tossed at his chest. “Rude.”

He caught it effortlessly, laughing as he pocketed the pen. “Well, it’s mine now. You’re a terrible pen parent and don’t deserve to keep him,” he quipped, gesturing for Amelia to lead the way.

Elizabeth let out a chuckle as she sat down, opening her laptop. Pulling a nearby chair closer with the toe of her shoe, she got to work on her proposal.

“Oww!” Elizabeth groaned as she lifted her head from the desk, realizing she’d fallen asleep. Her laptop’s screen was dark, the battery long dead. She rubbed her neck, feeling the tension there. Her phone, lying on the desk, flashed green with a series of missed messages from an unknown number.

I’ve landed, and there’s nothing in my inbox. - T

Did you run into a problem? Call me, and we can work through it. - T

Did you fall asleep? - T

You fell asleep, didn’t you? Well, after you’ve woken, had coffee, and something to eat, give me a call. - T

The last message had arrived just five minutes ago. Without thinking, she tapped his number and lifted the phone to her ear.

“Fell asleep?” Tom’s voice asked, slightly amused.

“Yeah, sorry. I was reviewing the proposal when I must’ve dozed off. Now my computer’s dead, and I’m afraid I might fall asleep on the drive home.”

“If you’re that tired, don’t drive. Find an on-call room—they’re pretty comfortable at Grey Sloan.”

The tone in his voice made her raise an eyebrow. “Ew. Also, I’m off tomorrow… or today, I guess. I’d rather sleep in my own bed. I’ll send the proposal as soon as I get home and plug my computer in.”

“Well, until then, I’m staying on the line, so no hanging up.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Says the woman who just drooled on the desk I got her.”

“I didn’t drool.” She huffed, closing her laptop and gathering it under her arm.

“Sure, sure. But if you did, I bet it was cute.”

Elizabeth flipped off the light and shut the door. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“It’s one of my best qualities—right after this thing I can do with my tongue.”

“Koracick!” Elizabeth nearly shouted, causing a few passing nurses to glance her way.

“What, did you just turn my tongue trick into something dirty?”

“You know I really don’t like you,” she said as she stepped into the elevator.

“You love me; don’t deny it. So tell me, why didn’t you accept my offer for residency?”

Elizabeth sighed, leaning back against the wall. “I’m busted, aren’t I?”

“I knew exactly who you were when we met. So tell me, why didn’t you accept the match at Hopkins or the generous offer I got the board to make when you became a resident?”

“Honestly?” She hesitated as the elevator filled with Doctors Owen Hunt and Richard Webber. She shifted over to make room, lowering her voice. “I thought you were an asshole. I mean, it’s still up for debate,” she added with a chuckle. Owen and Richard turned slightly, glancing curiously at her.

“But learning from the best didn’t mean much if I couldn’t stand the teacher. So I watched your lectures, practiced your methods, and, might I add, I was brilliant at it.”

“Did you know you’re both infuriating and amazing?”

“I’ve heard that before—usually in bed, though.” The words slipped out, and she winced as Owen stifled a laugh, while Richard, a few paces ahead, shook his head slightly.

“I can’t believe I just said that.”

“I thought it was a brilliant response.”

“Yeah, well, the people in this elevator don’t agree.”

Tom’s laughter rang through the phone, just as the elevator doors dinged open on the main level. Owen motioned for Elizabeth to go ahead, and she gave him a nod before stepping out into the lobby.

“You know what, good night, Dr. Koracick,” she said with a smile. “I promise not to fall asleep behind the wheel. Goodnight.” She ended the call, still smiling.

Owen caught up to her. “It was pretty funny,” he admitted.

“Owen Hunt,” he said, holding out his hand. “We haven’t been formally introduced—I’ve only barked orders at you in passing. Sorry about that, by the way.”

“It’s fine; comes with the job,” she replied, shaking his hand. “Elizabeth White.”

They continued walking together. “So, Elizabeth, any relation to Dr. White in Cardio?”

“Unfortunately, yes. He’s my father.”

“Yikes,” Owen said, grimacing.

“Yep, that’s the usual reaction,” she said, shrugging. “He’s amazing at what he does, but… nothing’s ever good enough for him.”

Owen noticed her exhaustion. “You know, I did follow you out here because you left in your scrubs and coat. Figured you might actually fall asleep at the wheel.”

Elizabeth gasped, looking down at herself. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. Maybe I should have found an on-call room.”

“How about you crash on my couch?”

She sighed, too tired to argue. “I was supposed to have tomorrow off, but I’m probably just going to end up back here, so alright, lead the way.”

When they reached his truck, Owen helped her in, steadying her as she half-climbed, half-stumbled into the seat. The drive was quiet, and Elizabeth dozed until they arrived, jolted awake by the truck’s abrupt stop.

“We’re here,” Owen said, catching her as she nearly slid out of the truck. “Didn’t realize you are that short.”

“Hey, I’m not that short; your truck is just absurdly tall,” she laughed.

Inside, Owen handed her an oversized, well-worn T-shirt and pointed down the hall. “The bathroom’s just there, and there should be some spare toiletries in the drawer.”

“Thanks, Doctor Hunt.”

“Owen, please.”

“Thanks, Owen.” She changed quickly, scrubbing her face clean and brushing her teeth. When she returned, she found he’d set up the couch with a sheet, pillows, and a couple of blankets.

“Thanks again for this,” she said, settling onto the makeshift bed.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied, grinning. “I’d offer you the bed, but I don’t think I’m ready to witness these ‘skills’ of yours firsthand.”

Elizabeth laughed, tossing a throw pillow at him as he darted down the hallway. “Rude, Owen Hunt. Just rude.”

Chapter Five Coming....

#tom koracick #tom koracick x oc #Tom koracick/OC #greys anatomy #Tom koracick fanfic #greg germann

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