#she has not messed up a single thing at work

[void-speaks]

Doing this now for my version of Aiden for "A Flame Rekindled" (not published and probably never will be :P)

• clothing style: a mess. That's what it is. Give him a clown costume and he'll wear it. That being said, a necessary part of his wardrobe are gloves, preferably practical gloves that don't tear easily, and a mask that covers at least the lower half of his face.

• before-bed routine: honestly it's a miracle if Aiden even goes to bed at all. My brother has NOT slept at ALL for like, three days. He was way too busy kicking ass and poking around in places she shouldn't be. Mf can fall asleep up sitting upright in a chair, his ass does NOT have any routine whatsoever.

• eating habits: Like many other survivors, Aiden eats whatever the earth graces him with and is not particularly picky. In his Infected form, he's not yet at a stage where he cannibalizes other Infected when transformed.

• concept of home and family: based on my playthrough and the choices I made for Aiden, he absolutely does not know what it's like to belong, and the last 'family' he ever had died in his arms. And Villedor is not the kind of place that he can call his home, nor are the people he met there could be called that.

However, after that when Aiden already meets both Kyle and Mike, he once again remembers what a family is supposed to feel like, and that 'home is wherever we are together.'

• hobbies: Aiden turned out to be a massive collector (or a hoarder) based on the fact that I collect every single thing that can be collected when playing as him even if it's like, another one scrap out of the 9000+ which I already have. It truly feels like a loss every time I have to part with something to make space for new things to collect. Besides that, Aiden's favorite thing to do is parkour challenges, especially Nightrunner trials.

• fighting style: Aiden doesn’t rely on just his weapon or just his super cool sick skills alone and prefers to use both, depending on what's more efficient in the moment. That being said, head stomp and dropkick are his two favorite moves of all time.

• what calms him down after a bad day?: Uhhhh mass murder? Whenever Aiden feels pissed off he has to take his anger out on something, so you usually end up with like, a few dozen of dead Infected laying across every single corner of wherever he is. If he's feeling sad, he likes to go to the more well-hidden or hardly accessible Nightrunner hideouts to wind down and relax.

• talk about one person he loves: I choose Aitor for this one. Although maybe love is a strong word, but it still counts. He only realizes how much he actually likes Aitor only after they talk when he's gotten better after Waltz's attack on his squad. Unlike Sophie, Aitor only got pissed off with Aiden when his actions directly caused the deaths of his men. Plus, Aitor would actually hold up on his promise if you go with him without being coy about it. Sure, Aiden lashes out at Aitor when he finds the Lazarus but still isn't let through, but Aitor never said he'll let Aiden pass if he finds the weapon. So in the end, Aiden doesn't blame him for that and feels far less bitter about Aitor than anyone else. He hopes everything works out for the guy.

• ways he says 'I love you': As a big brother, being protective is Aiden's love language, it's his bread and butter, it's good shit. However, it's when he becomes more threatening and violent when you know he really cares. He's normally not afraid to tell anyone straight to their face that he'll bash their skull in, but when it seems even more prominent and excessive than before is when you know he's not just being sympathetic and showing basic human decency.

• describe his laugh: Gosh, Aiden has that type of laugh where you become just a little more happier after hearing it. It's so carefree and full of genuine joy, it will definitely make you smile, even if just a little.

• what items can be found in his pockets?: A lot of items. And I mean a lot. He has various papers, like photos and notes and letters stashed in his pockets, lockpicks and various boosters. He's a walking stash, much or less.

• talk about his most prized possession(s): Aiden doesn’t attach himself too much to any item in general, although he does understand why people find sentimental value in things.

• describe his walk: The only time Aiden can be seen walking instead of running around like a gazelle, is when he's in some kind of settlement out of respect for the people occupying it. Even so, he still walks pretty fast without meaning to do so, itching to run wild again. He takes mostly short but fast strides, sometimes with a tiny jump in his step.

• talk about his accent: Aiden has no accent and sounds like any American out there despite being European.

• describe his smile: More often than not Aiden has a smug grin than a smile on his face, but when he does actually smile, it's either around kids or a bittersweet and sad smile. When his smile is not bittersweet, it's usually rather small, with the corners of his mouth turning up. It's hard to say whether or not his eyes smile too when he does.

• how often does he get sick?: Rarely if ever. If he can survive after traversing on chemicals (although for a short period of time) which kill everyone and everything, without proper food, hydration and sleep, he is pretty much immune to everything. However, the one time he does get sick, it's really nasty, probably due to the virus and the large amount of Inhibitors he's taken at this point.

• does he know when to rest, or does he push himself?: Kind of both. To any outsider, it may seem like Aiden is just constantly pushing himself. In reality, more often than not, he knows what he's doing. As a Pilgrim, not knowing your body's limits and when it's safe to push past those limits will always be deadly, so he quickly learned and later re-learned what those limits are.

• does he snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?: Aiden doesn’t snore nor does he sleepwalk. When he's having a nightmare about Mia, he always calls for her name in it, and on a rare occasion that can be translated into the real world too. More often than note it comes out as incoherent grumbling tho.

• the thing(s) he thinks about before falling asleep: Simple answer is, he doesn't. Have you seen how that mf falls asleep? Two seconds and he's already down, there is no time for a coherent thought to form there. On the occasions when he does have trouble falling asleep, he usually talks to Mike if the guy isn't sleeping yet, or to Crane, even if the latter can't understand him.

• is he a fitful or a quiet sleeper?: Sleeps like a corpse. Aiden does not move. Like, at all. Not even a single twitch of the arm while he's in dreamland.

• his thoughts on cops and other authority figures: actual cops aren't a thing in Villedor, but we do have the leaders of each factions and the PKs. Starting off with them, Aiden does have some beef with PKs in general because of how fucking egocentric most of them are. That especially goes for Jack Matt. Golly God how much Aiden despises that old fart. He does have individual PKs that he likes, like Aglot and Nitaf, Rowe and squad 404.

He doesn't like Carl or Sophie. Carl sucks as a leader and Sophie sucks as a person. Or really, in his opinion, they both suck at both fronts.

Same goes for Juan. The man is a prick and that's the best Aiden can give him, he's not even worth his time. Although, for Juan, Aiden's feeling are more so dislike for the man and his personality and way of life, than straight up hatred.

Surprisingly enough, even though there are things he doesn't like about the Butcher either, he tolerates Chris the most out of all the leaders in Villedor. Same thing can also be said for Frank.

In general, he does think PKs and authority figures in general have a place to exist, for the PKs it's to protect those who are more vulnerable and less skilled in fighting and survival, and for authority figures to keep some semblance of balance and peace around here. Although clearly most of them are doing the opposite of that, but he still doesn't agree with Carl's idea that the new world should be an anarchic place, that absolutely would not work in their current society and the people that came from it.

• skills and special talents: naturally, Aiden has a lot of parkour and combat skills. Besides that, he's definitely quite talented in doing all kinds of investigative work and being somewhat of a leader.

• disabilities or illnesses: he doesn't know if he has any disabilities or illnesses, not counting his transformation powers, but as a matter of fact, his breathing is definitely fucked up, but he doesn't know that either. He tends to hyperventilate quite a bit, mostly because of the heavy influence of Inhibitors, adrenaline and the virus in his body.

• habits and mannerisms: whenever talking with children specifically, Aiden tends to kneel down in front of them so he could be on their eye level, subconsciously trying to appear less intimidating. Tends to throw his arms out whenever he's angry or riled up.

• introvert or extrovert: despite being a rather charming person and getting along with most people well, Aiden is more introverted than extroverted. Or a bit of a lone-wolf, as he prefers to work alone more often than not.

• religious or non-religious: non-religious for sure. There is no justification or particular reason why, he's just not. He doesn't have the philosophy of "there's no way God is real if this is happening to us." In general, it may be tied to the fact that Pilgrims tend to be practical people, so he doesn't think about the greater purpose of life or whether or not there's some higher power out there too often, he has way too much shit to do for that.

• verbal or non-verbal communication: verbal communication all the way. As I said before, he is a practical and more often than not honest and blunt person, so he prefers to say things as is rather than just giving vague signals through body language or whatnot.

• something he could never forgive: the kind of behavior that is seen coming from Waltz. If you completely ignore the well-being and lives of other people in the pursuit of your own goal, no matter how good it is, he won't be able to forgive that, hence why he made the choice to give the antenna to Frank, hence why he's so upset with Sophie and some of the PKs from Old Villedor. There is already so little human life left, so to see people being slaughter without a care in the world is disheartening to him. That being said, he applies the same argument for himself when it comes to Waltz's Renegades and/or bandits, even if more often than not they were a threat to other people or a direct threat to himself.

• something that makes him smile: Mia. The memories he shared with her. It would be a bittersweet kind of smile, but a smile nonetheless. There is nothing more he cherishes in the entire world than her, she was the only 'family' he ever had up until now.

• something that scares him: himself. Dramatic, but let me explain. The only time that Aiden has ever been genuinely scared of something was when he thought he killed Hakon while going beast mode. That and when he's surrounded by a dozen of Volatile Tyrants, Banshees, Biters and Virals on the outskirts of the city at night, where no one will hear him scream. But just a little bit.

• something that gives him hope: people like Frank. People who you think are far gone and lost, but still have a solid chance to change for the better. Or just people you would assume were assholes beyond the saving point but are actually good people. For more examples, people like Damien, Theodore, Rowe. Not Barney tho.

• how he responds to being helped/taken care of: it's a little strange to him because he's not used to being the one who receives the help/care, even back at the survivors' settlement that took him in all those years ago. He won't show it though and will just express his gratitude instead.

• how he responds to unconditional love: Aiden has only ever experienced this type of love with Mia, but he's also sure that she would not be happy if she knew who Aiden has become and what he had to do during his travels. He's not sure if she would stop loving him because of that, but he can tell she would be thrown off. So, he doesn't really have much experience with unconditional love, and therefore doesn't have much of a response to something like that. And if someone did love him unconditionally, he would be weirded out because he can name a whole bunch of reasons why that love should be very, very conditional or should not be at all.

• how he responds to danger: by first going into defense and then into offense. He prefers to first make sure that he and the people around him are safe before doing anything else.

• how he responds to stress: not well. Not well at all. Get my boy a therapist. He cannot handle this much fucking stress all the time. But it also really depends of what the source of it is. He will either try to seclude himself somewhere to calm down a little, try his best to remain as calm as possible if needed in a situation, or just go full breakdown mode.

• how he responds to anger: boy does not know how to deal with his anger at all. He'll just randomly lash out sometimes but he won't even realize that he did, because most of the time he's brushed off or not taken seriously. He mainly takes out his anger by being really snarky and violent to mfs who chose to mess with him, or take it out on the Infected.

• did he grow up too fast?: for sure. He had no other choice but to grow up, even while in the hospital. Because even if they were both mischievous kids at the time, Aiden still subconsciously did everything he could to look after Mia, which meant understanding and perceiving more threats than she seemingly did.

* character headcanons

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

did your muse grow up too fast?

[skiiyoomin]

ღPjo campers and their love language

ʚft.Percy, Grover, Luke, Annabeth, Clarisse

ʚCont: fluff ⤑Back to navigation

♬something about you

percy jackson is all about acts of service. his fatal flaw is loyalty, and that means he would do absolutely anything for his loved ones. he basically worships the ground you walk on as if you were the only goddess he believes in. he will do literally anything you ask him to, looking at you with those wide lovestruck eyes. more often than not, he resembles a puppy trailing behind its owner, waiting for some ounce of attention. and when you praise him or shoot him those sweet smiles of yours whenever he does something for you, oh boy, he´s sure eros personally shoots him in the heart every single time.

grover underwood is a gift-giver!! he puts a lot of thought into whatever he gifts you, wanting it to be nothing short of perfect. to him, there's something special about seeing something and thinking of the person you love, and the bright smile on your face afterward makes it all the more worth it! he especially loves handmade gifts. the time and effort it takes to make the gift means so much more than buying whatever materialistic thing he sees.

luke castellan is big on physical touch. he´s addicted to your touch and the feel of your skin. he has to be touching you in some way whether it´s with his arm wrapped around your waist or his hand resting on your thigh. it soothes the muddle of thoughts swirling in his brain and reminds him that you are his as much as he is yours. not only that, but he is a possessive man. his chest swells with pride when you´re surrounded by a lot of people and their eyes linger on you, then they flash with disappointment when they see his hands on your hips or waist, a clear sign that you´re off limits. he always makes sure to plant a big kiss on your lips for clear measure though.

annabeth chase as an athena kid means she always busies herself with whatever is running through her mind, be it schemes or theories or whatever piqued her interest at that moment. she's a hard worker and so, she dedicates a lot of time to her projects. because of this, she shows her love through quality time, because it means that you are far more important than whatever she´s working on. her attention is solely on you, the rest of the world is completely blocked out from her consciousness. those shared moments of laughter or tranquility are what push her to keep going later on when she´s working on her own things, because all she wants to do is run back to you and spend her days in your presence.

clarisse la rue is loud and boisterous. she isn´t scared to voice what she thinks or feels. so, words of affirmation are her go-to love language. she gets a thrill knowing she can turn you into a flustered mess with just a few smooth words. and trust me, she knows how to smooth talk. she loves loves giving you compliments at the most random times just to see your stunned face with flaming cheeks. like maybe you´re blowing up on her for whatever reason and she simply smirks with crossed arms and says "you´re so hot when you lose your temper like that" yeah, you´re definitely not safe from her sweet talk.

[ickytreats]

One order of lil bro who just moved in with big sis and hates all her rules plz

Hate her rules so bad, she even blocks off the internet! Has been so pent up since he properly can't access his porn. Can't stroke one out because of how thin the walls are, and he can't play music to hide it because she quickly says something. All of this leads up to the day he just snaps!

It all broke loose when she came home from work and found him in the kitchen. He was trying to be nice and make a meal for them, have some sibling time, and see if he could get her to bend some things. She smiled at him and started to pick everything, not even a single thank you. Then introduces a new rule to him! He can't take it anymore! They start to argue until he just pins her to the dining room table. And fucks her over it, turning her stupid rules and words on her.

Has the meanest smile as he has his big sister pinned under him. She is moaning so loud Remember to keep it down, big sis; it's a rule. Just fucks into her harder to make sure she moans way louder now. Hey! No messes, don't you know how to be clean? as she squirts all over the floor. If she brings a hand down to rub her clitoral, he'd slap it away. Don't you know touching yourself is bad? Shoves his fingers into her mouth. This kind of medicine is good for you.

Fucks her into tears, her mind racing from him using her own things against her and from how he is using her. His prim and proper big sister turned to nothing, as all she could do was take his cock. He is enjoying every single minute of it. Big Sis is definitely turned into free use after that; he still follows her rules out of spite. Just uses it as an excuse to fuck her like that again and again. His favorite thing to do is cum inside her and tell her Can't have things spilling and making a mess. As he makes sure his cock is deep inside her, he kisses her.

[ihaznoclue]

Could I request grace, Nicole and Ellen reaction to they s/o went messing for a month but came out alive " bruse and beat up but still breathing"

Pairings -> Grace Howard, Nichole Demara, Ellen Joe x Reader

Warnings -> Injuries, near death experience?, you basically bruised and beaten

Note -> Reader comes back alive after being missing for a while for being in a hollow for too long as they come back bruised and beaten

Genre -> Angst to Fluff

Grace Howard

A month was when she last seen you

She didn't rest until she found you and hell she was even worried about you if you died

Maybe you were stuck in a hollow or something

Or maybe you were kidnapped by hollow raiders

Or maybe got turned into an Ethereal

All her thoughts swam her mind with so many thoughts of what could of happened to you

That was until today

She was in her little area as she tried to get her mind off by doing some tests of her machines

But little did she know that a certain someone has came back from a terrible experience

Grace hear a groan as she turned around that made her eyes widen in fear

You were terribly beaten, cuts, bruises all over your body

"Name what in earth happened to you, you were gone for so long and how did you get these injuries"

You explained to her in full explaintion

Now you were covered in bandages as she stayed by your side not letting you go out until you were fully rested

Nichole Demara

Nicole was worried for you but she knew you were strong and tough out there

That is until it turned into a month of you being missing

That's when things got out of hand as Nicole got more and more worried as she totally forgot what you looked like

This girl would be all over the place as she makes a board to try and find you

She would also get her team to look in every single area you have been to

Like literally this girl would not stop until she finds you

But you came back to the base hang out where Nicole was talking to herself

You could hear her mumbling so you tried to get her attack by only one arm to throw something because your other hand was sprained, broken? you didn't even know

So you threw something at her, something small

She turned around to yell at the person that she might of thought it was Billy but instead she saw you

"NAME!"

She yelled, running to you but stopped once she saw your beaten up body

You were in a horrible state

"What happened to you!?"

She checked every injury that you have on your body

(She would maybe go into mum mode or something)

She would make you rest until you were fully healed

Ellen Joe

Ellen wouldn't think much of it

Ellen would go on her original duty's thinking you were maybe sick or something that you didn't go to work

A month stuck and that was when Ellen started to worry about you

She would go to your house to see if you were there but she was met with nothing

Just an empty house with no-one in it

She would tell her boss Lycaon that something might of happened to you so they all started searching for you

She would look for days

She wouldn't sleep until she found you

One day she was nervously sitting on a chair in Lycaon's mansion

Thinking of what could've happened to you

That was until she heard a voice call out

"Ellen? Anyone?"

A familiar voice that sounded just like you so she quickly stood up and went out of the door

Face-to-face with you

Her face frowned as she saw the amount of injured that was covering your body

She immediately sent you to lay down and then get Lycaon

Lycaon bandaged you and walked out he was relief you were alive

Ellen was also in relief you were alive but she couldn't bare to see you like this

So Ellen stayed with you, letting you rest in peace

She could finally sleep knowing that you were alive and right beside her

All she needs to do is wait until your fully healed

-A<3

[sturnswrites]

guarded hearts - pt.6

fratboy!chris x fem!reader

⤳ you meet chris while working on a class project, your personalities are very different but chris is determined to get you out of your shell.

⤳angst, heartbreak 

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It’s been a month. Thirty excruciating days since Chris walked away. You’ve counted every single one.

You thought time would dull the ache, that each passing day would hurt a little less, but it hasn’t. The nights are the worst—lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word you said to each other that night. The good moments haunt you more than the bad ones: the way his smile lit up the room, the way he made you feel like maybe you weren't so broken after all.

But now, the apartment feels emptier than ever. Even when your roommates try to cheer you up, you’re a shadow of yourself, going through the motions of your day while carrying a weight you can’t seem to shake.

You avoid the places you know he might be. His frat house feels like forbidden territory now, a place where you once felt welcome but now only imagine his absence. Even walking down the hall of your building feels like walking a tightrope, terrified you’ll run into him.

And yet, you crave it.

The thought of seeing him again—his messy hair, his hesitant smile—sends your heart racing, equal parts hope and dread. But he doesn’t text. He doesn’t call. He’s gone, and you’re left trying to pick up the pieces of yourself he didn’t mean to shatter.

You tell yourself you're better off. That you don’t need someone who doesn’t have the guts to fight for you. And yet, when you pass by his door in your building or hear his name in passing, your chest tightens like it’s been caged in steel.

“Y/N,” your roommate Emma says one night, breaking through my haze. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself. You have to move on.”

“I’m trying,” you whisper, but the truth is, you don’t know how.

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Chris’s POV

It’s been a month. Thirty goddamn days since I last saw her.

And every single one of them has been hell.

I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was protecting her by walking away. But now, as I sit alone in my room, the silence is unbearable. The sound of her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she let herself trust me for just a moment—it’s all I can think about.

The guys notice I’m not myself. Matt corners me in the kitchen one night.

“Dude, what’s your deal?” he asks, leaning against the counter with a beer in hand.

“I’m fine,” I lie, staring at the floor.

“No, you’re not,” he presses. “You haven’t been to a party in weeks, and you’re walking around like someone kicked your dog. What’s going on?”

I hesitate, but the words spill out before I can stop them. “I messed up, Matt. I messed everything up with her.”

“Y/N?” he asks, his tone softening.

I nod, running a hand through my hair. “I thought I was doing the right thing, you know? She’s been through so much, and I didn’t want to hurt her.”

“So, you hurt her anyway?” Matt’s voice is blunt, but not unkind.

“I didn’t mean to,” I say, my throat tightening. “I thought she’d be better off without me. But now… now I don’t know how to live without her.”

Matt sighs, shaking his head. “You’re an idiot, man. If you really care about her, you need to fix this. Sitting here moping isn’t going to help anyone.”

-

It happens on a Wednesday, late afternoon, as you step into the elevator in our building. You’re juggling your tote bag, your phone, and a coffee that’s already gone cold, your thoughts drifting as the doors slide shut.

Then, at the last second, they reopen—and Chris steps inside.

Your breath catches.

He freezes for a moment, his eyes locking with yours. He looks different—tired, like he hasn’t slept much. There’s a hesitation in his posture, a vulnerability you’ve never seen before.

“Hey,” he says, his voice soft, unsure.

“Hi,” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper.

The elevator doors close, and you’re plunged into an unbearable silence. Your heart pounds as you stand there, hyper-aware of his presence just feet away. The air feels heavy, thick with everything you two are not saying.

You don’t know what you want to say to him. Part of you wants to scream, to demand answers. Another part wants to break down and beg him to tell you why he left, why he gave up on you. But you say nothing, and neither does he.

When the doors open on your floor, you step out quickly, your legs shaking. You don’t look back, even though you can feel his eyes on you.

Later that night, as you sit on your bed, replaying the encounter over and over, there’s a knock at the door.

You freeze.

“Y/N,” Emma calls out from the living room, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “It’s for you.”

Your heart races as you stand and make my way to the door. You don’t need to ask who it is.

Chris is standing in the hallway, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, neither of you say anything.

“I need to talk to her,” he says, his voice low, almost pleading.

Emma steps between us, her arms crossed protectively. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Chris.”

“Please,” he insists, glancing past her at you. “Just five minutes.”

“Y/N, do you want me to tell him to leave?” Emma asks, turning to you. Her voice is firm, ready to defend you, but there’s a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.

You hesitate, torn between the walls you’ve built and the part of you that still aches for him. Your throat tightens, and you manage to choke out, “I don’t know.”

Chris’s face falls, but he doesn’t move. “I’m not here to hurt you,” he says softly. “I just… I need to talk to you.”

Emma turns back to him. “She’s been through enough, Chris. I don’t think you should—”

“Emma,” you interrupt, your voice shaking. “It’s okay.”

Her eyes search yours, as if trying to gauge whether you mean it. Finally, she steps aside, giving him one last warning glance before retreating into the apartment.

Chris takes a tentative step forward, but you hold up a hand. “Not here,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

He stops in his tracks, his expression torn between hope and regret. “Okay,” he says, his voice breaking slightly. “Whenever you’re ready.”

But the truth is, you don’t know if you’ll ever be ready.

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@mattsdillon @hesvoid3434 @admeliora94 

[jonesthefightingtiger]

Inspiration struck me in the oddest of ways today. I've encountered a YouTube video on a TikTok series for the Total Drama Island AU, "Island of Slaughter," by @eavee-ry (Awesome work!). The concept is both creative and brutal, adding plenty of story and depth to these characters and creating a sort of "survival game" to it with the angry spirits. Because I liked the concept of spirits pretty much existing because of horrible deaths, I figured I could create a Mouthwashing horror AU (as if it wasn't horror enough) called "The Adderal AU," where Jimmy was the only survivor of the Tulpar crash and no one ever doubted he was innocent. Rather than return to the wreckage of the Tulpar, he spends his "well-earned" life doing his job. No matter where he went, the memories lingered. As always, fanart for this AU is encouraged and highly appreciated. I'm more of a writer than a drawer, so seeing your styles would make me giddy with joy!

Without further ado, let's go and get started!

TW!!! Blood and Gore and implied SA

Daisuke Juarez-Kida

"Mercy Ruler"

Location: Ulysses City University

Don't Lose

Daisuke was quite a breath of fresh air to some, a chatterbox to others, you included. Still, he had plenty to live for, and enough time to grow. A shame his life was cut short, quite literally with an axe to his sunny face. You knew this the most out of everyone that he deserved to live, Jimmy. The guilt obviously consuming you proves that. What could be home runs were now fouls, corked out of the playing field. But you never cared much for sports, did you?

You will encounter him when you decide to take a stroll by the football field after your big speech about space ship safety in Tech Studies class, as you called it. He will stand there with the wrong gear for football, but you realize that he's playing an entirely different ballgame altogether. His arm, now replaced with a modified baseball pitcher, will start aiming your way as he decides you will become the sole player for dodgeball.

I hope you're good at track and field when he's at your heels.

Anya Musume

"Maddened Mother of Medicine"

Location: Highland General Hospital

Don't Disturb

A sweet woman with a knack for clever quips and smart plans for helping others. Clearly, it wasn't in her plan to let you help youself with her body. And it definitely wasn't in her plan to down those pills, but it was the best plan to painlessly kill two beings at once.

No one has a plan, they just do what comes naturally to them. The best leaders do. That sounds about right to you, Jimmy? Sickening, almost as if it nauseated you to think about it. That's probably why you found yourself walking into a hospital.

And speaking of- No... You shouldn't speak. This nurse has a strict "No Noise" rule here. Noisiness can make the room feel dirty, and she wouldn't dare let the room fester with dirty words, or dirty thoughts. You will see a woman looking down at you, eyelids so baggy they can catch tears. Her fingers have a sickening, metallic protusions jutting out, which you can easily detect as needles. She reeks of various cleaning chemicals. The nurse had unwillingly become a janitor, finding a single dirty breath to sanitize. Do not weep out to her when she catches you and sanitizes you from the inside out. You asked for this. Why did she of all people have to clean up your mess? Why did she have to be left feeling filthy?

Swansea Harold

"Ugly Duck"

Location: Cygnet Park

Don't Break

Swansea was many things to Pony Express. Abrasive. Cynical. A stickler for the rules. But his experience gave him a better understanding of his crew, even when he didn't show his care for others obviously.

And you shot him down. Like a rabid old dog.

Was it the right thing to do, you think to yourself. Knowing you, Jimmy, you've already justified it. You had to do it, or no one would have survived.

And now, you were watching the swans and other water fowl swim about in this peaceful park, taking the edge off.

Did you know that swans are highly territorial creatures? They won't hesitate to attack if they feel provoked, or feel that their family is in danger.

You'll sense dread within your soul when you hear heavy flaps over you. Do not look up, Jimmy. The sky is his for the taking. Do not look at the reflection of the lake. That's also his. Don't start running off, because the only path is throw the cattails, which can break off. You're in the home of the Axe-Beaked Swan, now, so it would be wise to respect it. He starts off as a familiarly ugly mallard-looking chick. When he grows older, though, the only thing ugly would be your face if he catches your sight.

Grant Curly

"The Marred Phoenix."

Location: Kensington's Museum of Failures

Don't Lie

This is where it all started. The winged horse that crashed and burned. After Pony Express went out of business, it was natural to man yourself in the logistics side of the A.I driven ships, even though you had anole experience as a co-pilot and acting captain. The truth is, Jimmy, you've already crashed. This ship, where you escaped death, was your failure. I suppose a captain going down with his ship doesn't matter when everyone else is dead.

But such things... They are upsetting. It makes me boil. You can feel the flames. You can hear the shaky exhales. This firebird may be tired, but he will not be snuffed out. To make up for the lack of limbs, wings have grown out of the stubs. Every swoop will rise the temperature significantly. You will sweat. You will burn. You will melt. This is the hell you've made for yourself. And let me be honest with you, as a friend who thinks you need a real heart-to-heart with someone:

I HOPE THIS HURTS

[lovepotionnumberfour]

the grimterns

ft. before the obligatory coworker makeover

[intraosseous]

a friend group im in has all pretty much decided they’re all poly for varying reasons and are currently all. well. going through man-made horrors to say the least

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Shameless

Tags: dad!Toji x fem!reader, modern!au, nsfw, mdni, breeding kink, he calls himself daddy

Synopsis: You’re Toji’s live-in nanny. He wants to breed you, and he successfully does so.

An: This is my story on ao3!! You can read it here. If you’re feeling extra nice, a kudos would be cool too.

Being a single dad was hard. Toji learned quickly after his wife's death that he in fact couldn't do this alone. The way little Megumi's big eyes looked up to him for direction... him of all people. He was not cut out for this. Megumi's mom was a wonderful mother: sweet, nurturing, and patient. Toji really didn't know if he was any of those things.

Luckily, her life insurance provided Toji with a relatively comfortable life combined with his job in construction of course. Construction might be his vice. He got away from home for 12 hours a day, and he worked so hard that his brain was mush by the time he was home. Not that he didn't love his son, he did, but every time he looked at Megumi he saw his sweet late wife. He also saw his short comings as a father.

Babysitters quit on him regularly. It was always the same excuse. "Megumi's an angel, but I can't be here 7 days a week. I have a life too." It was incredibly annoying. They'd stay for Megumi but left due to another one of his shortcomings.

Another one quit. That would be the third one this month. "Listen Mr. Fushiguro, I know a friend. She does this sort of thing on a different level. Have you ever considered having a live-in nanny?"

That stupid girl's question enlightened Toji. He had completely forgotten that live-in nannies still existed. After getting her friend's number and paying her what he owed her for her time, Toji relaxed on the couch with little Megumi tucked into his side. The three-year-old was happily babbling next to him, enamored by Toji's phone that was in his hand.

Toji looked at the number dialed into his phone, and he sighed. He was tired of making cold calls to potential babysitters like he was some desperate whore, but maybe, maybe this would be different. He wouldn't mind having a live-in nanny. His house wouldn't mind it either. Toji would be able to finally breathe. No more coming home from 12 hour shifts to pop something to eat in the microwave and wash the dishes. He wouldn't even have to see this so-called nanny often. He could pick up more hours at work with all of his new freedom of not having to worry about pissing off the babysitter.

*** *** ***

Either way, that's how you ended up in Toji's house. For the past three months you had taken care of Megumi, cleaned and deep cleaned his entire house, cooked him plenty of dinners from scratch, and even did his laundry the exact way he preferred. His house has never looked better, and Megumi had never looked so happy.

Despite being here for three months, you barely saw Toji. He seemed to avoid you like the plague and only answer with one-worded answers, which was fine. This was your job, not your actual family. There was no need for extensive communications. Though, you had gushed to your friend plenty over text about how hot "Mr. Fushiguro" was. He was conventionally attractive, yes. But you also always had a thing for the brooding types, and dammit, Toji was brooding. There was also something to be said about how he came home in the evenings. A black wifebeater clinging to his skin from a long day of working out in the sun. His jeans would be dirty from the work he was doing. His skin glistening from a thin sheen of sweat. His hair was always a mess. Goddammit. It was enough to make you feel fertile.

It was early in the morning, Toji was getting ready to go to work. Megumi had woken up, crying for his papa not to leave him. He's going through an extra clingy phase. He's usually okay once Toji's gone.

"Papa!" Megumi cried as Toji entered the living room. You had Megumi in your lap, rocking him with a sleepy look on your face. His tears were wetting your shirt, but you didn't seem to mind.

"He'll be back tonight, Gumi." You shooshed him and continued to try to rock him and pat his back.

Toji's face was unreadable. He was never one to get all upset over Megumi's crying, but hearing his son cry out for him tugged on his heartstrings extra this morning. Then, there was you. You were a godsend to Toji's life. Getting a live-in nanny was one of the best decisions he had ever made. Above that, you were excellent with Megumi. You were sweet... nurturing... patient. He hated how seeing you with his son made him feel. It almost felt like maybe 2 kids wouldn't be that big of a deal. Maybe 3. One on each of your legs and another one swelling in your belly. God. He was disgusted in himself for thinking like that.

"I love you, kiddo." Toji said quickly as he leaned down, giving Megumi's forehead a quick peck. The toddler made grabby hands for him. It was almost enough to make him stay home. Almost. Toji's eyes met yours as he was still leaned over. His face was close to yours. The tension between them were palpable. The moment felt like eternity between them.

Then, a black credit card was in view. "I need new work gloves. Get the extra thick rubber ones, will ya? Also, get whatever you and the kid want. I'll be back late tonight." He handed you the card and sauntered out of the house despite Megumi's pleas for him to stay. You looked at the Amex black card and blinked a couple of times. Only the top earners in the world had cards like this. Toji was just an average blue collar dad... It made you wonder how he got a card like this.

You still spent that shit though.

*** *** ***

Toji looked at his phone on the jobsite. No one dared to tell him to put it away. Toji was the best most competent worker out on the field. He could work circles around supervisors and project managers alike, and he was damn smart. He didn't need a pencil and paper or a calculator to make quick conversions in his head. So, most people stayed out of his way.

He smirked and chuckled at the notifications rolling in from his bank. 78.97 at Target. 21.25 at McDonald's. 43.52 at Barnes and Noble. 9.24 at Starbucks. He was happy you and Megumi were getting to have a little shopping spree.

You were also great at keeping him updated. You sent him lots of pictures and videos of Megumi. He cherished each one of them, immediately getting some of them printed and hung up in his house. There was even a picture of you and Megumi proudly displayed in the living room. In his mind, you were an integral part of the family. The "family" simply would not function if it weren't for you.

A fond smile spread across his face as he opened his messages. A picture of Megumi's little hands trying to fit into his new gloves that she had bought him. Great. She got the right ones. "I think he wants to be just like daddy :)", the message read.

Oh.

Oh.

The twitch that just occurred in his pants should be punishable in a court of law. In no way should he have gotten turned on by that. You were just being nice. It was a normal thing for people to refer to him as "daddy" in that context. It never affected him in the way it was right now.

So anyways, that's how he ended up in the port-a-potty busting a load all over a picture of you that he had on his phone. After the shock of his orgasm that came quicker than ever, he looked down, disappointed in himself. He wasn't some horny teenage boy anymore. This was just downright deplorable. Begrudgingly, he wiped his phone clean from his sins. Post-nut clarity swirled his brain. He couldn't believe he just did that.

He called your number. He had to make things right.

"Hello? Is everything okay?" You immediately asked. After living with Toji for some time now, you learned that he doesn't just call people. He will absolutely decline a call to just text and ask what's up.

"Everything is fine." He replied, trying to hide his amusement. It was cute that you seemed so worried for him. "Are you still in town?"

"Yeah, Megumi and I are about to leave Starbucks and head home. Why? What's up?" You responded back to him. He could hear Megumi happily singing a song in the background.

"You know you spent 152 dollars today?" Toji asked as he popped his back up against the port-a-potty door. He had a lazy smirk on his face.

"Oh- crap. I'm sorry. You can take whatever you see fit out of my pay-" He interrupted your nonsense quickly.

"Do you think I'm poor?" His voice was amused, not angry like you expected it to be.

"What-? No.. no, sir. I was just-"

"I told you to get whatever you and the kid want. Don't come back home until your certain that you can't carry the amount of stuff you bought in one trip." He said quickly. His stomach was already coiling from how you called him sir. He grimaced as he felt another twitch. I just took care of you dammit.

"Oh... oh, okay? Are you su-" Click. He hung up on you. One too many dumb questions. You looked at Megumi as he strapped into the backseat of your car. He looked intrigued by the conversation even though you knew he realistically had no idea what was just said. "Daddy said we have to go to the toy store." You grinned at him. He was smiling and clapping over the word "toy".

234.22 at Toys-R-Us. 122.56 at Lego. 208.38 at Aerie. 88.21 at Ulta Beauty. Another 94.48 at Barnes and Noble.

The way Toji grinned each time he felt that familiar vibration of his phone go off, meaning another notification from his bank was off-putting. Workers on the jobsite never seen him so happy. It was his penance for being such a horny freaky fuck.

*** *** ***

It was later that same evening. Megumi was in the living room surrounded by toys and crafting materials. He was currently drawing all sorts of "shadow animals" as he called them. You would of course look and nod your head, congratulating him on each terribly drawn animal. You acted like that was the best damn wolf-bear-owl hybrid you ever saw.

You were in the kitchen cooking chicken and dumplings. The clock on the stove read seven p.m. You didn't expect to see Toji at all this evening. He said he was working late this morning. Usually, that meant he was dragging his feet in through the door until well past ten p.m.

Still, you made him a serving of chicken and dumpling soup. You always did. Even when he worked late, you would put him a helping of dinner in the microwave to keep warm. You never knew, but he was always delighted by that. He ate the dinners each time.

A key jingling in the door handle caught your attention while you were getting Megumi settled at the dining room table. Three-year-olds were so hard to manage: too small to eat by themselves but too big to be locked in a high chair.

Toji stepped into the living room with a small grunt. He smirked as he looked around at his destroyed living room. Toys, crayons, and pieces of "artwork" were strewn all about the place. He glanced up towards you and Megumi in the kitchen. He took note of how your face was flushed and surprised.

"Papa!" Megumi happily shouted before the little bastard ran from your grasp to go hug on Toji's legs. His dad smiled as he looked down at Megumi, and he used his hand to mess up Megumi's hair affectionately.

"Go eat your food, kiddo." Toji said warmly to his son. Megumi happily obliged and ran right back to his seat right next to you, and you fed him a spoonful of the soup.

"You're home early." You stated the obvious.

Toji would never tell you, but he left early because he missed you two.

"Don't sound too happy to see me." He remarked in a sarcastic tone.

"What-? No, I just.. would've cleaned up more had I known you would be home so soon..." You responded. Megumi was sitting beside you whining for another bite of food. You snapped out of your surprise, and you fed him another bite of chicken and dumplings.

"Why? I don't give a damn what this place looks like." Toji said with a small nonchalant shrug. He walked through the living room, carefully stepping over the toys. Before you had become his nanny, this was how his house normally looked: messy, lived in. "I've got a bowl of dinner in the microwave. My kid's happy and fed. I couldn't care less what that living room looks like."

Your heart fluttered at the sentiment. Toji was easy to please. He really just wanted what was best for his kid, and that was you. "I like making sure you have nothing to worry about." You replied. He looked at you with an unreadable expression. It looked like he might've wanted to say something, but he had backed out last minute. He hummed and walked towards his bedroom to shower the dirt, sweat, and grime from the day.

While Toji showered, you had finished feeding Megumi and yourself. You allowed Megumi to have about an hour of TV time before bed. He really enjoyed old X-Men cartoons. You turned them on for him and parked him on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket.

You hummed softly as you worked in the kitchen. You packed meal prep containers of soup for Toji to take for lunch for the next couple of days. Then, you were washing dishes in front of the sink.

*** *** ***

"I like making sure you have nothing to worry about." Your words repeated in Toji's head over and over like a mantra. He hadn't felt so... cared for in a long, long time. It made his heart feel full, which was an unfamiliar feeling for him. A less unfamiliar feeling was his dick standing fully erect and at attention. He groaned quietly as he leaned his head back in the shower.

Something had to be in the air recently. He was a grown man with desires, sure. But this was a new record for him. Ever since you started being a live-in nanny for him, the boners were a daily thing. Hell, twice or three times a day sometimes. He's tried everything... Well, okay, maybe not everything, but he's tried cold showers and staying away from you. Neither of those things work to soothe him.

His hand was gliding up and down his length for the second time today. He was facing the shower wall with his arm propped up on it, supporting his head. Damn you for making him feel like a slave to his desires. You wanted to make sure he had nothing to worry about? Then, you should be the one in here fixing this damn mess, not him. He pitifully rutted into his hand, imaging he's plunging deep into you. Imagining the multiple ways he'd fuck the hell out of you is the only thing that soothes the ache, but this time he didn't see an end in sight.

He gritted his teeth together, and he balled up his fist, rearing back before stopping himself. He's not a teenager anymore. He can't punch walls. He took a deep breath and turned the shower off. No, this won't do. He needs to fix this at the source.

After quickly drying off and getting dressed, he walked back into the kitchen. His eyes scanned over the house. Megumi was enthralled by the TV, and you were washing dishes. Perfect.

He slowly approached you from behind. He could tell you didn't hear him as you were still softly humming. Usually, you would stop humming if he entered the kitchen. He never understood why. The sounds of your melancholic hums were beautiful and soothing to him.

He was directly behind you, and his hands gently cupped your hips. You immediately flinched and made a soft scream that was quickly silenced by one of his hands. "Shh, we don't want to disturb the little brat, do we?" Toji said into your ear. His warm breath ghosted over the shell of your ear, making you shiver.

Toji's eyes flicked over towards the living room. Megumi hadn't moved an inch. Perfect.

Toji slowly released your mouth. To his delight, you didn't make a sound. He could hear how your breath was slightly labored from him scaring you. A small chuckle rose from his throat. His hands went back to your hips, and he pressed himself against your voluptuous ass. A hum of approval escaped him. He could see your hands gripping the countertops.

"Nod your head. You like this? Want me to keep pressing myself against you?" Toji whispered into your ear. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, and you nodded your head eagerly, giving him consent.

"Dirty fucking girl." His voice was like a growl in your ear as he started to move his hips, dragging his length up and down along you. You could feel each inch of his length beckoning for you. "I knew you'd take whatever I gave you, but this? Letting me grind against you like a pathetic teenager while my son is in the living room? You're such a fucking slut." His hands were digging into your hips as he continued his controlled motions.

"Mnn.. fuck.." You softly whimpered out. Thank god the X-Men were currently in a loud fight scene.

You slightly frowned as you suddenly didn't feel Toji behind you anymore. You were about to turn around and ask what he was doing, but his fingers curling into the waistband of your leggings told you everything you needed to know. "Toji-" You managed to whisper out. No way could you two do this while Megumi was in the next room over.

"Shut up." Toji interrupted you. He had taken his throbbing length out of his sleeping pants, and he had a look of concentration on his face as he angled himself right at your entrance. "You have no fucking idea how long I've needed this. So just be a good girl, shut up, and take what I give you."

Direct orders from your boss. Who were you to deny the man who just spoiled you all day today?

It was a tight fit. Toji wasn't a gentleman. He didn't prep you with his fingers or mouth. This wasn't love making. It was hardly fucking. This was fulfilling a need.

"God... fuck. I didn't expect you to be that tight." He growled into your neck as he held your hips still against him. It felt like he was splitting you apart. You couldn't even respond to him.

He noticed how tightly you were gripping the counter and how you weren't responding to him. Your knuckles were turning white. He almost felt guilty. His hand came around the front of you, and he gently rubbed the swollen bundle of nerves. "Shhh... You can take it. I know you can." He whispered into your ear as it was taking every last shred of self-restraint not to fuck you into oblivion right on this counter. He slowly pulled back until just his tip was inside, and he pushed all the way back in. "That's it. There's my good girl." He praised in your ear. It was not lost on him that he felt you get wetter with each praise.

He hesitated, but he said it anyway, "You wanna be a good girl for daddy, don't you?" He whispered into your ear. That phrase made you tremble in his arms and nod your head. He slowly pulled back out and pushed right back in, taking you slowly. "That's right... hngh, fuck." He moaned into your ear. "You want to be fucked by daddy. You want to take his cock like a good girl. Take it." His hips started to move with more conviction.

You were already so out of it. This was like a dirty fantasy come true. You couldn't help but check the TV a few times to make sure X-Men was still playing. You were still worried that Megumi might run in here for whatever reason and see you bent over in front of his dad. You knew it was unlikely. Megumi could watch that TV like a zombie all day if you let him. Besides, you would be able to hear the small pitter-patter of his footsteps.

"Stop looking at the fucking TV. Trust me." Toji growled into your ear as he forced your hips down onto him roughly. A noiseless gasp escaped you. He wasn't small, and he knew that. He was using it to his advantage.

"Fuck." He groaned quietly as he rubbed you with a bit more fervor. You could already feel that familiar warm feeling coiling in your stomach. "I'm going to fuck a baby into you. You were fucking made for this. Made for raising my kids and taking my fucking load." He was spewing nonsense into your ear, but in the moment, you couldn't help but nod and moan. "You were made for me." He proclaimed as his hips continued harshly snapping into your backside. Somehow the sounds were masked.

"You want that, don't you?" He asked as he bit down on your neck then lapped at the bite mark with his tongue.

"Yes, daddy!" You quietly exclaimed. His thrusts only increased in power. Your eyes started to cross, getting lost in pleasure.

"Fuck. You're gonna look so perfect pregnant with my baby. I won't let you have a break. As soon as one comes out; I'm puttin' another one in you." He continued on yapping about how many kids he was going to pump into you. "I'll breed you again and again." His thrusts were heavy and brutal. You couldn't take it anymore.

He moaned as he felt you clenching around him, finishing all over his cock. It was enough to drive him overboard. He pumped you full of cum until you were sure some of it was seeping out.

There was a peaceful moment of dizzy highness for you two. Toji panted against your back. For the first time in while, he's felt satisfied. A soft amused laugh escaped him as he heard the iconic X-Men episode coming to an end. He swiftly pulled out of you, and he tried to ignore that little whimper of protest you let out. He tucked himself back into his pants, and he pulled your leggings and panties back up for you since you were still a trembling mess over the counter.

"Alright Kiddo, c'mon. Time for bed." Toji said as he sauntered off into the living room as if he didn't just rearrange your guts. He put Megumi to bed that night, and he cleaned up the living room for you, allowing for you to recover in his bed for round two. He was much more of a gentleman for round two.

*** *** ***

"Hey... I know I ain't been to see you in a while. I'm sorry." Toji said as he sat down on the grassy ground. "I was letting life pass me by for too damn long." He said as he took a wet washcloth and began to wash up his late wife's gravestone. "I'm doing better now, so don't worry about me."

"Megumi's growing like a weed. I'm sorry I didn't bring him to see you... I just don't know how to explain it to him." Toji's voice was full of guilt as he dragged the wet washcloth against the stone. "He's a good kid though. He looks just like you, damn bastard." He softly laughed, knowing his wife would've struck him over the side of the head for calling Megumi a damn bastard.

"Listen... I met a girl." He leaned his head over the gravestone. It had been close to three months since you and Toji started sleeping together. There wasn't a formal label to your relationship, but it didn't feel necessary. You two both knew you were sleeping exclusively with each other. "I think you'd like her, or maybe you wouldn't since she's fucking your husband. But either way... I-" He choked up a bit as he held onto the cold stone. "I feel so fucking guilty... I know you're not coming home anytime soon, but I just... I need your blessing. If you can somehow hear me, please... I never asked you for anything until I asked you to marry me. Now, I'm asking... please somehow show me you approve of this."

"She's good for me... She takes good care of Megumi. He's so damn attached to her somedays." Toji softly laughed as he remembered how a few nights ago Megumi crawled into bed with you and him because he had a nightmare. Instead of taking to Toji like he normally does, he crawled into your arms. Toji had never felt so damn proud and slighted at the same time.

"I should get going. Give me a sign though.. Something that tells me you approve." He finished his visit with his wife, and he went home.

*** *** ***

That night at dinner, Megumi sped into the kitchen with an action figure in his hand. He was pretending to be Batman. "Gumi, I've told you three times. Stop running." You said as you gave the small child a look. Toji smirked as he knew that look good and well. It was the look a mom gave as a warning. Megumi was on his last warning.

"I'm sorry, mama." Megumi apologized, causing for both you and Toji to freeze right in your tracks. Megumi had never called you mama before. He always said your name.

Your heart swelled in your chest. It was a feeling of affection and guilt. "Oh no... baby.." You said softly as you took his hand. You lead him into the living room, and you crouched down, showing him a picture of his mom to him. "That's mama." You gently corrected him.

Toji watched the scene like a hawk from the dinner table. His heart was pounding in his chest. He had never been shy about telling Megumi who his mom was, but he hadn't exactly been forthcoming about how his mom passed away when he was a small baby.

Megumi pointed at the picture. "Mama." He said quietly. You nodded and patted his head.

"That's right." You praised affectionately. He then turned his attention to you. and he poked your chest with his tiny finger.

"Mama." He said, pointing at you.

"No-"

"It's alright." Toji spoke up from his seat at the dinner table.

"I don't want him to be confused..." You replied as you slowly stood back up, looking at Toji.

"He doesn't sound confused to me." He retorted with a small grin. You turned your attention back to Megumi, and Toji looked up towards the ceiling. "Thank you." He muttered so quietly before kissing the necklace that hung around his neck. He had his wife's blessing. This proved it.

After finishing his dinner, Toji joined you two in the living room. You and Megumi were curled up on each side of his while watching that old X-Men cartoon. Suddenly, Megumi rose from the couch. You and Toji watched him with a hint of confusion.

"What is he doing?" You softly asked Toji as Megumi bent over, and he looked between his legs at both you and Toji.

"I have no fucking id-" He was about to respond, but then, it hit him. "Get up." He said as he stood up from the couch. He quickly grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet like a madman.

"What? What? Is something wrong?" You asked as you had never seen Toji move this fast. You quickly got up too.

"Nothing's wrong. Come on. We're going to the store." He grunted as he swooped Megumi into his arms.

You were confused and in denial when Toji bought a pregnancy test and made you take it. Now, both of you were waiting outside of the bathroom for the five minutes to be over. "This is crazy, Toji. I'm not pregnant."

"It's an old wives' tale. When babies do that, it's supposed to mean their looking for their sibling." Toji said with a nonchalant shrug as if what he said was matter-of-fact. "My mother told me that's how she knew she was pregnant with me."

The timer went off on his phone, and both of you fought to get into the bathroom first. He eventually overpowered you and snatched the pregnancy test off the counter quickly. "Oh." He said quietly. The room went still.

Suddenly, your heart was racing. "What is it? Is it negative?" You asked a hint of disappointment hit you. You didn't know why, but a small part of you hoped for it to be positive.

"Oh, you're fucking getting it tonight." Toji smirked as he turned the pregnancy test over. Two pink lines were clear as day on the test. You're pregnant.

Tags: @lemonlimecrystal-blog @theuniversesnepobaby

[radiant-reid]

24 Hours

request: a blurb where he actually gets mad at JJ when she confesses to love him but doesn't really say anything at the moment. But then when he introduces reader to the team as his girlfriend, JJ is being kinda rude to her. She tries to tell him she doesn't like her, that she's not good for him. And spencer gets mad and protective👀 maybe he even throws a "i'm going to marry her, whether you like it or not".

a/n: my return piece !!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Word Count: 2.2k

Spencer sees red when he walks out of the jewelry store after shooting the unsub.

JJ is the first girl he has ever asked out, someone he pined over for years after her subtle rejection at the Redskins game. He understood her reasoning. It would have been impractical for them to add relationship highs and lows to everything the BAU has been through over fourteen years, and that's if they stayed together. If they hadn't, things would have been even more complicated.

Also she just generally didn't like him that way. Or so he thought.

It didn't mean she wasn't his ideal for many years. His first love, who had so many traits he didn't have that he desperately wanted.

His confirmation he would be unlucky in love came after that with Maeve, who he once again thought could be the one for him. And then he realized that maybe the person for him had been taken away from him.

Then he met Y/n, and it all seemed worth it. All those terrible nights of crying and feeling like he would forever be alone, all the times he was the only single one on the team, knowing everyone was going home to someone they loved unconditionally and relied on for support.

She's the sun and the moon, and he fell in love so fast he couldn't stop it. Luckily, she did too.

Until JJ fucked it up.

The truth she had to tell to get them out alive dropped an atomic bomb on his newly formed life plans.

Spencer doesn't speak to her that night as they finish their recounts and reports. She leaves it out, though, he discovers, opting to write the secret about her miscarriage instead of confessing her love for her best friend and the godfather of her kids.

It messes with his head the whole way home. He can't sleep on the jet, even if he wanted to as he tried to work out what he was feeling.

All JJ does is send him pleading looks, and all he does is get angry because how dare she do this now? After she had fifteen years of them working together, all those chances to tell him how she felt.

He would have married and had a family with her, the family he always wanted. It's always stayed in the back of his head for so long, and just as he sees someone else in that role in his dreams, she drudges all of it back up.

It's such a long flight, and he taps his foot the whole way while staring out the window, not even able to read.

He goes to Y/n's. He's not sure what he's going to say, how much of it he's going to tell her, but he needs to see her to cool off the fury boiling out of him.

"Hey, handsome." She calls out when he walks in the door as cheerful as ever.

He feels a pit of guilt sink into his stomach because he can't tell her without ruining everything they delicately have put together. Maybe it's wrong to lie by omission, but his brain keeps coming back to fault. And it's JJ's fault. She's the one who's jeopardizing everything.

"Hi, gorgeous." He replies, walking into the living room to find her laying on the couch, book in her hands and her head on the armrest. He's reminded how accurate the petname he calls her by is when he's taken off guard by her breathless beauty. "How are you liking it?" He asks.

"It's good." She answers, putting the book down. "But that's because it's very you."

She gets up, meeting him behind the couch to cup his jaw, stroking over his skin and staring into his eyes for a moment before kissing him properly.

He relaxes into it, the tension in his shoulders easing and his brain slowing down for a moment. It's heavenly, as always, and it's what being loved is meant to feel like.

"How was your case?" She asks when she pulls back, still not daring to move too far away from him.

He tenses instantly at that, totally readable behavior, but he's got to perfect excuse to play it off. "It was rough." He holds out his bandaged hand that he's been avoiding showing her. "I got hurt."

"Shit." She straightens up, noticing how big it looked. "What happened?"

"Cut it on glass." He answers, not going as far as to say where he was when it occurred. "I'm fine, though. Promise."

She nods, reassured. "We've got to be up in, like, six hours, you know?" She reminds him of the time.

With the amount of coffee and adrenaline in his system, he barely registered it was already past 2 in the morning. Usually, they would have stayed in LA for the night, but being home in time for Rossi's wedding trumped a good night of sleep for everyone.

"Can I sleep here?" He wonders, awkwardly looking down at his feet.

"Duh. I'm not going to kick you out and make you come pick me up so we can go tomorrow morning." She jokes. "Picked up your suit, too. You're going to look very handsome."

Spencer grins because she seriously can't get more perfect. She still feels so unattainable, but he'd do anything to make sure he doesn't lose her.

He really should tell her, but he can't. Not right now.

Y/n snaps him out of it. "Bedtime now?"

"Please." He agrees gratefully, keeping his arms wrapped around her while they walk to her bedroom.

He keeps her close while they go through the motions of getting ready for bed. Spencer quickly sheds his suit and both of them brush their teeth.

His head is on the pillow for only a few seconds before he's asleep, and she follows soon after.

The alarm going off isn't as much of a problem when Spencer is lying in bed next to her, arm wrapped around her waist. It's one of the things she misses a lot when he's away.

"Hi, beautiful," Spencer whispers, a husky voice as always. He's glad he fell asleep quickly, not having wanted to sit up thinking about the stupid things JJ has said. He just couldn't understand why it was coming up now. Sleep provided absolutely no clarity.

She grins at him. "Hi."

"Are you ready for today?" He asks softly.

"A little nervous," Y/n admits. The BAU is his family after all. His mom is there but the BAU has been where he's spent most of his life for the last 15 years.

"They'll love you." Because I love you. Spencer assures her.

She smiles softly, feeling a little better. "Let's get up then."

Spencer agrees, not before planting a few kisses on her lips and hugging her tightly.

They get ready side by side, feeling a great sense of domesticity. She's never gotten close to someone as quickly as she has with Spencer. Somehow, it's not scary that it's happened this way.

"Wow, you're very gorgeous," Spencer tells her as she touches up the final strand of her hair, adding enough hairspray that it won't fall out. He stands in the doorway of the bathroom, admiring her. "Wow."

"Thank you." Y/n spins around to look at him in his deep maroon suit. It matches her dress color which she agrees looks very nice on her. "And you're very handsome."

"Ready? The car is coming soon." He says.

She nods, fixing her bracelet. "Let's do it."

There are still some nerves as the car takes them to the venue. Spencer does a good job of assuring her it'll be okay, his hand like a magnet to her thigh. He seems slightly off like there's something out of place, but she shrugs it off. She hopes he's being cute and afraid his friends still say something embarrassing.

The venue and interior are exquisite as they make their way in. She takes a deep breath before they come across the man of the day, welcoming everyone at the entrance. She has no doubt that the value of the artwork in this room totals her apartment and everything in it.

"Spencer." Rossi, supposably, greets him in a tight hug.

"This is my girlfriend, Y/n." Spencer introduces them.

As she expects, and as she was warned about by Spencer, Rossi pulls her in for a hug, immediately calming her nerves with his warm greeting. "It's so nice to meet you. This one won't stop talking about you." Rossi jokes, nodding at an increasingly reddening Spencer.

"It's nice to meet you too." She smiles. "Thank you for inviting me."

Rossi nods. "Of course, it's a pleasure."

And then the rest of the introductions begin. Everyone's so kind, like she expected. She's seen photos and heard stories but everyone seems to have more personality than he conveyed. She's quickly fast friends with Penelope and Tara who do their absolute best to make sure Y/n's feeling comfortable.

It's how she ends up being dragged onto the dance floor after the ceremony. Once the alcohol starts flowing, there's no more anxiousness left and some extroverted spirit has been brought out.

Spencer's not one to dance, but he's one to admire. Only Y/n, though. She looks angelic, despite the old-style dance moves.

He's so wrapped up in watching her that he doesn't register JJ's heels on the ground as she approaches him. It's only when she sits next to him that his head turns around to face her.

He waits for her to speak first. Hopefully, provide some explanation.

"Spencer." She says his name softly, almost like how he used to imagine she'd say it if they were together. Much to his surprise, she doesn't go into any detail about the bomb she'd dropped less than 24 hours ago. "I'm worried about you."

He doesn't hide his scoff. "Worried about me?" He repeats.

She goes for another tactic, trying not to get him mad. "You don't think you're rushing into this?"

"Rushing into what, Jennifer?" He spits back, snapping to anger. Using her first name drives the point home, almost unnecessarily when he sounds so angered.

"You know what I mean." She continues. "You've only been talking about her for a few weeks and now she's here."

He can't fathom that she'd suggest he's rushing into a relationship. He's been careful and deliberate, but Y/n's safe, and she's proved it time and time again.

"She's been part of my life for 6 months." Spencer fact-checks her. "And you said I seemed happier since I met her."

JJ stalls, regrouping before trying another angle. "She's just not what I expected. Is she really the type you should be with?"

"What does that mean?" Spencer states, more furious than ever. There's a chance he will fully snap at her and he wouldn't be sorry.

"I feel like you should be with someone extroverted." She suggests. "You know, someone to get you out of your shell."

Spencer needs a deep breath. "You're not being a good friend right now." He tells her much more calmly. There's not one thing he doesn't love about Y/n, whether she's more on the extroverted or introverted side."I'm going to marry her, whether you like it or not." It's not even what he expected to come out of his mouth.

"Spence-" JJ tries again to reason with him.

"No, don't you dare," Spencer says firmly. "You flew back and forth from New Orleans so many times to see Will, without telling us once and we were all accepting of your relationship. If you don't like my relationship, I don't care. But it's not too soon for me to know. We can talk about what you told me later, but for now, I'm going to dance with my girlfriend." Without another word, he gets up and walks off, leaving her a little gobsmacked.

Y/n frowns at him as he approaches the dance floor. "Are you okay?" She checks.

"More than okay," Spencer tells her with a soft smile.

"Dance with me then." She says, mirroring her smile and holding out her hand.

"I'd love to." He takes her hand just as a slow song comes on for them to sway together.

JJ gets ignored by him for the rest of the night, something unnoticed by Y/n but purposeful by Spencer. But it's fun. So much fun. And he's sure he wouldn't be having as much fun had Y/n not been there. She truly makes his day.

They're in the car later that night, parked near her apartment, ice cream eaten on the trip home. "I'm in love with you," Spencer admits when her laughter falls off after he tells a joke.

It's not a word they've said before.

Her expression is of pure shock, but joy quickly creeps in. "I'm in love with you too." She tells him, grinning.

And it's an entirely better confession than the one he heard 24 hours ago.

[buckyalpine]

18+ Sometimes I get an idea in my head and you'll hear 10 versions of the same thing, word for word, I swear (iykyk). I'm sorry. Just a little in coming fluff, angst and smuttt. We're giving him the ending he always deserved. This is a mess of my brain vomit.

Sergeant Barnes who can't help the crush he has on the sweet nurse stationed at his camp, always finding ways to talk to her, even if it means interrupting her in the middle of the way, wagging his finger around the tent because he has a dire papercut.

She'll patch him up every single time with a shake of her head, telling him to be more careful and he'll say yes mam, just to be back in the same cot the next day like clockwork.

Sergeant Barnes who walks her to her quarters every evening and bids her goodnight with a tip of his hat, always a gentleman. He never misses an opportunity to hold the door open, fetch extra supplies, grinning all while she tells him to get back to his work, worried he'll get in trouble for always helping her.

Sergeant Barnes who has a flirty little mouth on him, never missing a moment to tell her how lovely she looks. She dismisses everything he says, after all there's no way he could see her that way when she's sweating, covered in grime and blood aftering bandaging up different men.

Sergeant Barnes who wonders if she feel the same way when catches a tear roll down her cheek the first time she has to sew his injures. Her hands work quick and steadily keeping a straight face until the last dressing is placed across his abdomen. He's seen her do the same thing to plenty of others, sending them on their way right after but not him. She checked over him again and then once more, insisting he rest for an additional night before he was off again.

Sergeant Barnes who didn't realize it would get this far. He only intended to kiss her, he really did but the surprised little whine she let out was too much. How could he left her go when he hands clutched onto his uniform tighter, lips parted, letting his tongue lace with hers.

He made love to her that night.

Sergeant Barnes who took his time touching every bit of her body with softness, laying her in bed and covering her with the sheet when she shyly looked away. He didn't need much more than that, happy to feel her bare skin on his while he felt her lips flutter against his neck, he may as well have died and gone to heaven.

Sergeant Barnes who doesn't rush a thing while he pumps his cock, letting his swollen head rub though her slit while letting her know much he adores her. How perfect she already is. She whispers a please in his ear and he starts to push himself inside, his length already throbbing with need.

"I know angel, I know" He coos at the gasp she lets out, his hand coming up to caress her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. "S'just me doll, s'just me you're feeling"

He stretches her slowly, after all his sweet angel has never felt anyone else. Her face hides in his neck, panting as he fully sheaths himself, cuddling her body, rubbing her back.

"S-so big, Sergeant" is the best she can get out and he has to force himself to not cum on the spot. He starts to move, holding her tighter because he didn't expect to struggle this much.

"I love you" He rasps out, it's all he can say without running his mouth, spewing all the things that were in his head. He really can't take it. His mind is working faster than he can comprehend. There were a thousand sweet things but that wasn't the issue. He bit his tongue from confessing she caused all his wet dreams, making him feel like a teenager all over again. That her pussy was so tight, he was leaking in her. That it felt too good, he felt like a virgin too, his cock was so sensitive like never before, fuck, she had to unlock her ankles that were wrapped around his waist-

"M'close" He pants, eyes locked with hers hoping she understands- "M'gonna cum, I-fuck, i'm cu-mph" His eyes grow wide in surprise when she tugs his dog tags and pulls him down for a kiss, her legs still wrapped around him, every bit of his cum filling her up.

"I love you too" she nuzzles her nose with his, relaxing in his hold as they drift off to sleep.

He holds her extra tight that night.

There was a war happening and tomorrow wasn't always promised.

Especially not when he had an assignment the next day.

-

Sergeant Barnes who dragged himself through hell and back, limping half sewn up with that cute little blush on his face cause he can't wait to see her again after months of nearly dying, losing men, the only thing that kept him going was getting to see-

Where was she?

"Has anyone seen Nurse y/l/n?" He frowned when the other nurses shook their heads as he searched, his worry increasing when he finds her things gone. He nearly sends off a search party until a close friend of hers quietly gives him an address. She says very little, only sending him off with a wink and a good luck.

He's utterly baffled when he sees the address is that of his own? Surely there was a mistake. That doesn't mean he'll waste anytime. The war was over anyway, injuries be damned, he's moving as fast as he can.

He sets off home, knocking on the door, his can't wait to find her again and he's missed his family soo much-

"Jamie!!" His sister throws her arms around his neck and he stumbles back, hugging her tightly, "Mama, Jamie's home!!" He doesn't let go of her as his mother runs to him from the kitchen, tears already streaming down her face.

"Sweet boy" She takes his face in her hands, looking him up and down. Her baby boy is back in one piece and that's all that matters.

Well, sort of.

"I missed you ma-ow!"

"I raised you better, you worried those poor angels to bits"

Angels?

He isn't given a chance to ask anything when she gives him a wack with a rolled newspaper, ushering him to go to his room, slipping something into his pocket before sending him off.

Sergeant Barnes who can't believe his eyes when he sees her again. Her pretty face. Same perfect eyes. Perfect nose. Perfect lips. All of it turns blurry from unshed tears because the only thing that was different now was a very round baby bump.

"Y'came back" Her voice melts into a sob seeing him standing at the doorway.

"I missed ya" He whispers against her hairline, kissing her repeatedly, his hands cradling her rounded belly, his little baby kicking against his touch. "M'so sorry angel, wish I was here-

"You're here now" she sniffled, inhaling his scent after waiting for him to come back, not knowing if he was hurt or alive, the thought breaking her heart. "We waited"

"Daddy's here" He kisses her tummy, holding her extra close again after months of waiting. Dreaming. Hoping.

He asks her to marry him. His ma wouldn't give him her wedding ring for just anyone.

A baby boy. 2 years later, a little girl. She asks for a kitten. They name her Alpine. Another little boy 3 years later.

Perfect.

[lamiadrowned]

*:･ﾟ✧ sweet like sugar venom

jinx x fem!reader | nsfw

there are many unexpectedly rewarding things about going out with a girl who is mostly seen as nothing but an enemy of the public– a menace to everybody that she doesn’t feel deserves her kindness.

of course, there are ways she expresses her fondness and respect for those who she deems deserving, like silco and sevika (and sometimes thieram, if he can talk to her long enough without becoming visibly uncomfortable by some of the things she says).

but, it seems you’ve been granted the most special treatment by jinx as she learns the ropes of affection and becomes acquainted with the idea of being loved, and showing love in return.

you’ve gotten used to finding trinkets made of scrap metal marked with a signature paint that is unmistakably done by her, or small music boxes that play an off-key rendition of a song she’d overheard you listening to. sometimes, you get to keep them. other times, they explode into a plume of colorful smoke with a reverberating bang.

you’ve also gotten used to her odd compliments. she may not be the best with her words, but one thing is for certain– she’s never been hesitant to say what’s on her mind, even if her idea of a compliment often leaves you bewildered more than anything.

regardless of how she shows her love, you’re often discovering new depths to how sweet she can be.

how sweet she is when she hugs you, as if it’s the last time she’ll ever see you every time she gets her arms around you.

how sweet she is when she kisses you, feeling the giddy smile on her lips as they intertwine with yours.

how sweet she tastes, melting like chocolate under your tongue, one hand gripping the sheets of your bed while the other holds a fistful of your hair.

if it were your choice, you’d stay like this forever– kneeling between her trembling thighs that fight against the tough grip your hands have on them, struggling to keep her legs spread for you while you work your magic. it’s a luxury that’s reserved especially for you, a rare showcase of vulnerability that nobody else gets to see.

it makes you feel worthy, and oddly possessive.

“just like that!” she cries out, fingers gripping your hair hard enough to make you groan. you love how vocal she is. how controlling she tries to be, even when you’re the one in control. “fuck, i’m– i’m gonna–”

you wrap your lips around her clit and snake one of your hands down her stomach, brushing over the goosebumps that follow, and slowly ease your middle finger inside of her. with a single curl upwards into that spot that makes her see stars every time, your hear her let out a long gasp, see her legs tense up as her back arches impossibly high off the bed, and wince at the feeling of her nearly pulling the hair out of your head with how hard she tugs it.

when she finally eases up, jinx’s body goes visibly limp, left in the silent bliss of a post-orgasmic daze. that is, until she gasps when you going back for more– ducking down further to lick up some of the sticky mess she made and moaning at the taste. the vibration makes her choke out a quiet whimper, throat awfully sore from all the screams you’d pulled from the depths of her bare chest.

you don’t let up until she uses a much more gentle, yet firm grip on your hair to pull you away. it isn’t surprising for her to see that signature look on your face; a mix between smugness and pure adoration.

you prop yourself up on your hands and lean down to press your lips to hers, ensuring she can taste herself, only because you know the effect it has on her. she uses the last bit of her otherwise endless stamina to grab your shoulders and flip you onto your back, quickly shuffling to lay herself on top of you with a low growl.

“don’t get overzealous on me, now,” you joke, looking up at her mischievous grin with a skeptical expression. “if you start something, you have to finish it.”

“finish you, you mean?” she tilts her head, frizzy blue hair falling like curtains around your face. one of her hands trails up to your throat, gently wrapping around it and applying enough pressure for you to go pliant beneath her. “you know i don’t like it when you underestimate me.”

you reach up and place your hand over hers, squeezing it as a notion for her to tighten her grip, and she gives you a toothy smile, her eyes wide and observant. so sweet. “i know.”

[fastandcarlos]

First Newborn Moments : ̗̀➛ Charles LeClerc

summary: the first moments for you both after the emotional arrival of your daughter

No words could describe how you felt as your eyes glanced down to the little girl in your arms, everything that you had ever wanted. Charles was sat by your side, leaning across with wide eyes, studying the features of your daughter in awe. 

“Can you believe it?” You whispered across to Charles, unable to hide the smile on your face. “She’s just so perfect, so small, and beautiful, more than I could’ve ever imagined.” 

Charles nodded in agreement with you, brushing his hand over the top of her head. He didn’t know where to look as he took it all in, her brown eyes, the little dimple in her cheek, the way her mouth was slightly parted as she slept, it was all too much like a dream. 

“I feel like someone’s going to come in soon and wake me up,” Charles spoke, “tell me this is all some sort of dream, I feel so lucky right now to have all of this.” 

“I promise you that it’s all real,” you whispered, resting your head down against Charles’ shoulder. 

It was the moment the two of you had talked about for so long during your pregnancy, wondering how it would be and how overwhelmed you’d feel. Neither of you had prepared yourselves for quite how incredible it would feel though to finally have your daughter with you. 

“Can we swap for a moment?” Charles asked, desperate to have a hold of your daughter too. You nodded, watching as he nervously stretched his arms out to take her. “What do I do?” He grinned as you placed her down, scared for you to let go and let him hold her alone. 

“Just make sure you support her, body and head,” you told him, placing his hands exactly where they needed to be before letting go. “See, you’re a natural.” 

As you moved away, Charles’ eyes were still full of worry, slowly bringing her in towards his chest. “She looks so frail and tiny, like she could break at any moment. I can’t believe I’m actually trusted to take care of such a little human being.” 

Charles had made no secret of the fact that he was scared, terrified of messing up or doing the wrong thing. You’d spent many late nights wide awake talking about his worries together, with you constantly being on hand to reassure him, reminding Charles that you both would be learning for some time, after all, no parent was perfect. 

Your smile was wide as your eyes stayed with Charles, admiring how fondly he looked down at her. “She’s already relaxed in her daddy’s arms; you must be doing something right.” 

“Beginner’s luck,” Charles sniggered, momentarily looking up and across at you. “I can’t wait for everyone to get here later, my brothers are going to crazy when they see how beautiful she is, they’re already slightly obsessed.” 

“She has no idea how lucky she is, does she?” You chuckled, watching as your daughter’s eyes fluttered shut. “She’s got the most loving family in the world, and yet she’s got absolutely no idea who any of us actually are yet.” 

Charles leant across and pressed a kiss against the side of your head. “I’m going to make sure that she grows up knowing exactly how incredible you are and how hard your body just worked to bring her into this world,” he proudly told you. 

To say things didn’t quite go as well as you expected was an understatement, labour had been nothing short of a nightmare for you both. It had left Charles terrified, constantly wondering what was going to happen as midwives ran around you until your daughter arrived. 

“I wish I could sleep like this,” Charles chuckled, “without a single care in the world.” 

“I feel like I could sleep as well as she is right now, I’m absolutely exhausted.” 

Charles’ concerned eyes immediately looked across at you, weakly smiling as he met your eyes. He could tell how sore you were, even if you weren’t going to admit it, wanting to savour every moment that you could of having your daughter there with you. 

A sigh came from Charles as you let go of a yawn, trying your best to disguise it behind your hand. “Why don’t you rest? I’ll wake you if anything happens,” Charles suggested, nodding in the direction of the pillow behind you. “You need to be looking after yourself right now, you’re just as important as this one is.” 

“I’ll get some rest soon, I promise. I mean, we should probably get used to the lack of sleep now, right?” 

A quiet chuckle came from Charles, not wanting to disturb your daughter. His worried eyes still watched you, only relaxing when you propped yourself up and rested in the bed again, stretching your legs out to try and wake your body back up again. 

“I can’t wait to take this one to the paddock, show her all the cool things that her daddy gets up to.” 

Your smile was wide as Charles’ eyes lit up, excited for all the things he had to look forward to with her. “She’s going to be absolutely spoilt by everyone at that paddock, I think you’ll be a forgotten man when we take her, no one will want to pay any attention to you, just to her.” 

“I wouldn’t mind,” Charles proudly shrugged. “Just as long as she knows that no matter how much anyone in that paddock tells her they love her, they don’t love her anywhere near as much as we do.” 

“Trust me, with the way I know you’re going to spoil her, she’s definitely going to be a daddy’s girl,” you teased, resting your hand against Charles’ shoulder. “I can already tell from the look in your eye that our little girl is going to have you absolutely wrapped around her little finger.” 

Charles nodded, there was no doubt about it that your little girl was his new weakness, knowing that he would never be able to say no to her. 

He couldn’t believe what he did to get so lucky, not just to have his daughter, but you as well. It was the sort of thing Charles always dreamt about, but knew would probably never come true. Only for him, it did, and it was better than he could have ever imagined. 

As your daughter settled, Charles leant over once again and pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispered, taking you by surprise. “Thank you for everything, for loving me, taking care of me, and giving me the greatest gift in the world. Nothing will ever be good enough to show you how appreciative I am that you’ve just made me a dad.” 

Your smile was wide as you glanced back across at Charles, “you don’t need to thank me Charles. I should be thanking you for being here, right by my side, and getting me through the last nine months. I love you.” 

“I love you too, more than you’ll ever know.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[dedalvs]

My brother and I absolutely cackled after that Aemond and Aegon Valyrian exchange!

I wanted to ask (and I'm terrible at conlangs, so forgive me) what grammar/syntax Aegon is stumbling over here and how to properly say what he intended to? Any why is he making thise mistakes (simply lacking the vocabulary, or rules of the language he hasn’t grasped)?

Let's take a look at it. This is what he said:

Nyke koston... Bēvilus... Sētegon bīlīvāzmi?

The subtitles say this:

"I can... Have to... Make a war?"

Prior to this Aemond is, essentially, showing off. He knows that Aegon has simply not put any time into studying Valyrian (or studying anything). At this stage, Valyrian is no longer spoken by the family on a day-to-day basis—especially as Alicent probably never learned it at all (or if she did, only in a few scattered lessons here and there; not to actually use). In order for either of the boys to gain any kind of fluency in the language, they have to study constantly and find ways to use it. There's simply no daily need for the language—and plenty of reasons not to use it, as very, very few people they'll encounter on a daily basis speak the language.

Now, if we were talking about two random people in Westeros, this wouldn't mean anything. But these are the children of Viserys Targaryen, himself a descendant of Aegon the Conqueror. They brought their family line and their culture with them to Westeros—and, of course, their language. If someone like Alicent Hightower doesn't speak High Valyrian it means nothing. If a Targaryen doesn't speak High Valyrian, though… See, they're supposed to be able to speak Valyrian. Failing to do so carries with it a sense of shame that isn't present for a random person who doesn't speak Valyrian. Aemond knows this. Aegon is annoying him, so he goes poking at that wound.

Aemond could have fed him a short line with an obvious answer to help Aegon out, but instead he threw a whole mess of Valyrian at him. The longer it goes on, the more lost Aegon gets, desperately trying to catch up and figure out what was just said and thereby missing what is being said at that instant. From the whole speech, Aegon probably only figured out that he was being asked a question, and it was something having to do with planning.

So, back to what he says. The beginning student of a language is quite adept at doing a single verb in a present tense sentence. In a discussion like this, though, you're typically saying things like "I think that" or "We should" or "I suggest" or "Perhaps we might", etc. All that stuff that we need to offer opinions, make suggestions, hedge, etc. Much more than simple narration.

Aegon is attempting to do this without a sufficient command of the language. He knows some vocabulary, he knows some grammar, but he simply did not put in the work to actually speak this language. Thus, he has to overcome a lot of Common Tongue (i.e. English) interference.

There are many differences between Valyrian and English, but the biggest one by far is the major word order. In English, the verbs come before the rest of the junk; in Valyrian, they come at the end. And this is how things get all messed up.

In English, you start the sentence saying things like "I think" or "We should" or "It seems". In Valyrian, those things come at the end. If you start with the Valyrian equivalent of "I think", you will quickly realize (presuming you know enough of the grammar) that you're sunk, because once you've said it, the sentence should be done. Thus you get Aegon's false starts.

Starting at the beginning, Aegon says Nyke koston, which is kind of like saying, "I could". But there's nowhere to go. This is how a sentence ends. For example, if he wanted to say, "I could fly to Harrenhal", he would say Harenhalot sōvegon koston—literally "To Harrenhal fly I could". If you're thinking English-ly, you're essentially thinking backwards, and if you simply translate what you're thinking, you'll immediately have nowhere to go. You'll have to take a pause and think about how to get started again. And that's exactly what happens here.

Now, leaving aside that Valyrian is a pro-drop language and starting it off with nyke "I" is unnecessary and makes you look like a beginner, koston isn't bad (I mean, if used sentence-finally). Once he realizes he can't start there, though, he loses confidence. It's those old High Valyrian lessons all over again, and some maester suggesting he hasn't studied. That self-doubt makes his facility with Valyrian worse. This means his chances of recovery are severely hampered.

But onward he presses, and he decides to say "We have to" or "I have to". Now, the problem here is in Valyrian that requires the verb bēvilagon. This verb isn't used in the usual way. Literally it means "to lie on". If you wanted to say "We must mobilize our dragons", you'd say Īlvī zaldrīzī mazannagon īlo bēvilza. That's literally "Our dragons to mobilize us it lies upon". The one who must do something is placed in the genitive and put directly before the verb. If you start with the verb, well, you missed your chance to say who it is that must be doing something—let alone what they must do. Another false start.

It's also worth noting that he says bēvilus as opposed to bēvilza. Let's ignore that it's the aorist and focus on the fact that it's the subjunctive (just like koston). You use the subjunctive with your main verb when you're hedging—when you're suggesting. Not when you're commanding. Kind of an odd thing to say "We must do this" with the subjunctive. Kind of like saying "Maybe we might considering having to do this".

At this point, his confidence has completely evaporated. Everybody's staring at him like he has no idea what he's talking about; Aemond's eating it up. He knows he's cooked. He's got to say something, though, so he says sētegon which isn't even conjugated. It means "to make" or "to create", which might make sense in English (e.g. "to make war"), but doesn't make sense in Valyrian (a bit like saying "to construct a war" or even "to bake a war") and then tries to pronounce vīlībāzmi "war" (wrong case/number, wrong order) and fails, saying bīlīvāzmi, which means nothing (also he wanted vīlībāzme. Vīlībāzmi is "wars").

Long story short, he doesn't present himself very well—and we didn't even talk about his general pronunciation or intonation. It's kind of a great big mess in only five words. A true disaster.

But if there were no expectation that he should be able to speak Valyrian, none of this would matter! If there were no shame associated with him specifically not being able to speak Valyrian no one would expect it of him, and this challenge would mean as little as someone challenging him to speak the Old Tongue or Asshai'i. It'd be meaningless.

In short, this small portion of this scene is about being a heritage speaker of a language. It's the exact nightmare scenario all heritage speakers fear: To be put on stage and made to perform despite being unequal to the task while simultaneously feeling that they should be equal to it.

It'd be so cool if it was okay to be kind of good with a language—if that level of mastery was acceptable. In the real world, anyway.

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

I know there's a lot of people in the fandom now who didn't watch from the beginning/don't watch s1, but I just can't express to you how important it is to me. For every character.

Hen cheating on Karen is a stupid, stupid thing but it tells us so much about who she is and who she wants to be and it makes HenRen so much better because you know they FOUGHT to get there. Hen saying she's scared she isn't the woman she wants to be, and then still choosing to chase after that??? To confront Eva and to tell her that it was never Hen who tore them apart. That woman is made of iron and soft edges and love.

And Chimney? Man, Chimney is such an incredible character for so many reasons, and Madney is one of my favorite TV pairings ever, but watching that man live through being single. Trying to teach himself that being himself isn't a bad thing. That he really will find someone who loves HIM and not whatever version of himself he's created for the Girl of the Week.

Bobby is so fucking suicidal in s1 it's not even funny. That man is nothing but a ball of regret and shame and yet he STILL BUILDS A FAMILY AND HE ASKS FOR HELP AND HE MEETS ATHENA AND LOVES HER SO GODDAMN MUCH EVEN THOUGH NEITHER OF THEM IS EVEN REMOTELY HEALED. Goofy Bobby who wants to shoot the Roomba with Athena's gun and goes on shenanigans with Michael doesn't EXIST without s1 relapsing raging Bobby. Without Bobby asking Hen and Buck for help and them immediately pulling him into their arms and promising that they will.

And Buck?!?!?! That boy is such A Mess. He's an absolute Mess who doesn't really stop to think a single thought for most of the season. But when he does?? He works hard to become a person who can be relied upon. He builds empathy not only for the people around him but for himself. You start to love him when he's trying so hard to become a better person, but 1x10?? Finding the man who's been using Buck's face to catfish women-- in such a spectacular way that it very nearly blows up Buck's life--dead, and having so much compassion and empathy for him that he stabs a bloated corpse to make sure that man has dignity in his own death??????? Are you serious????

S1 is worth it man. If you haven't seen it, you should.

[wileys-russo]

are requests open? if so could you do a comfort blurb the prompt “i could really use a hug right now” with alessia? thanks!

need a hug II a.russo

"oh for fuck sakes!" you swore as you knocked over a pot plant, dirt and rocks spilling out everywhere, groaning as you flicked off the vacuum.

the house falling you silent you gingerly moved the vacuum out of the way, sighing as you hunted around in the cupboard beneath the sink to try and find the dustpan and broom.

"where has she put it?" you huffed, your girlfriend having an infuriating habit of using something and never placing it back where she found it, eventually fishing it out from the bottom of the pantry.

squatting down you began to sweep up the mess, only you'd barely begun before the brush promply snapped in half. "are you joking?" you had to laugh in disbelief, now only holding the handle.

"how does that even happen?" you grunted, grabbing the jagged brush and trying to sweep up as best you could, dropping it into the garbage and vacuuming up the rest before trying to repot the poor plant as best you could and setting it aside.

you were interrupted by a few short sharp knocks at the door, grateful you hadn't started the vacuum yet and hurrying over, well aware you currently looked an absolute state.

thankfully it was only the post man and with a smile you collected the few packages addressed to your girlfriend, closing the front door and leaving them on the corner of the bed for her to deal with once she got home.

you knew alessia had been stressed lately, she was so close to finally finishing her studies but juggling that, the podcast, brand deals, appearances and football, she did well to hide it but you knew her well enough to see how thin she was wearing.

the blonde was already gone before you'd woke up, having a photo shoot and interview before training and you knew she had a rather large assignment looming over her which she'd spend hours doing once she got home.

so you'd elected to work from home today which consisted of two meetings you'd moved to the morning and an hour of admin, and freed up your entire afternoon to try and make the house as lovely and tidy as possible.

your girlfriend proudly half italian had taught you how to make pasta many times only you'd never attempted it by yourself, but you'd ducked out to the grocery store to make some for the pair of you for dinner, determined for her not to lift a single finger tonight.

only your grand plan of this large self care evening in which you'd oh so keenly do whatever your girlfriend needed to unwind was being apprehended by one thing, the fact that someone, somewhere, with some unknown grudge against you seemed to have cursed you the most rotten luck in which nothing was going to plan at all.

the tipped over plant wasn't even the start of it, accidentally near blinding yourself with a bottle of toilet bleach as you'd wrestled to get the cap off and slipped on your freshly mopped floor, almost tipping it all over your face as you'd just capped it.

then there was your coffee, a slight lapse in your concentration meaning you'd burnt your milk and then had no more left to remake it, struggling through a very unwelcome long black instead.

thankfully the next hour passed incident free, a satsified click of your tongue as you arranged the lilies you'd gotten for your favourite blonde in the crystal vase which was a present from her mum on your first christmas with the russo's.

but now perhaps the biggest mission of all, dinner.

a brief glance at your phone and you smiled seeing a few messages from your girlfriend, fingers flying as you shot back a reply and tucked your phone into your pocket.

for some extra support you'd found a video online to run you through making the dough, which you knew would be the hardest part of it all as you'd watched even your semi pro pasta making girlfriend mess it up before.

your first attempt, was an absolute dud and the only thing it would be feeding was the garbage bin.

you were beginning to get the hang of kneading while also being acutely aware that any minute now alessia would be home, and you wanted as much of this done as possible because you knew your girlfriend well enough that her first instinct would be to takeover.

sure enough not even a moment later you heard the keys in the door, almost done with putting the dough through the pasta roller and withholding a laugh as you heard a thump and a curse ring out.

"welcome home clumsy!" you called out, the blonde appearing with a playful glare and blowing you a kiss, holding up her gym bag which you knew no doubt was full of dirty laundry she'd want to put on soon as possible.

it all seemed to be going well, dough rolled and ready to be shaped, but alas, your rotten luck struck again.

you rounded the counter to grab something, but having just washed your hands and not drying them they'd clearly dripped onto the floor and before you could even blink you'd slipped and your back hit the floor.

but no, of course that wasn't it, your hand collecting the half full bag of flour and sending it toppling down on top of you, a squeal leaving your lips and footsteps thundering toward you as your girlfriend skidded into the kitchen, concern clearly plastered all over her face.

"what happened?" alessia breathed out, eyes wide at the sight before her and you buried beneath a small mountain of flour, hand smacking over her mouth as you exhaled sending a puff of white up into the air.

"i could really use a hug right now." you mumbled, grateful somewhat for the flour smeared across your cheeks covering how red they'd flushed with embarassment.

"oh baby." alessia bit her lip clearly trying to conceal a grin, gingerly treading her way across the kitchen toward you. "c'mere." the striker stood over you and offered her hands, taking yours within them and very carefully pulling you up to your feet.

you exhaled tiredly into her chest as without a second thought the taller girl wrapped you in a hug, holding tightly as her hand rubbed up and down your back soothingly.

"i was just about to say everything is so clean." the blondes body vibrated with laughter against yours as you let out a pitiful whine. "i was trying to give you a lovely clean home and hot dinner to come home to." you sighed, words a little muffled against her jumper which was now covered in flour. "hey." you looked up as hands cupped your cheeks.

"i'm coming home to you, and that's always more than enough." your girlfriend spoke firmly, bright blue eyes locked with your own as you could only nod. "i love you." you leaned up to kiss her, frowning when the blonde craned her chin away.

"hey! kiss me." you scowled, a grin curling into her lips which again dodged yours. "you are covered in flour." alessia laughed as you rolled your eyes. "so you don't love me, noted." you sighed dramatically, pulling away from her.

"oh no no no, don't you be like that." your girlfriend was quick to capture you back in her arms, spinning you around so your back was pressed against the counter.

"kiss me then." you challenged with a sly smile, the footballer sighing dramatically as if you'd just asked her to build you a house, a scoff leaving your lips before they were promptly pressed against her own.

"i love you too pretty girl."