#she is going theough her own things

[angelicstalker]

Huh

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Rough times.

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Requested: Hi! Would you be willing to maybe do a one shot with Daryl x reader in a pre established relationship but the reader is pregnant with a child that doesn't belong to him and she isn't proud of? (non-con if you're comfortable with that) Some angst about the reader being worried he won't love her once he finds out 👀

Warning: Non-con, unwanted pregnancy, some angst but happy ending.

What you had with Daryl started early on at the quarry. You were one of the few who didn't look at the Dixons with disgust and actually appreciatwd their hunting efforts and looked past the less than pleasant habits the older brother had.

After Daryl returned injured from his search for Sophia, you were his primary caretaker seeing he was calmest around you. By the time he got back to good health you were officially boyfriend and girlfriend.

Only you two knew, no one else really noticed much of a difference seeing you still slept in your own tents and never kissed. You were both too new to relationships and seeing Daryl needed to get used to being no longer on his own you agreed to let it all take as long as it needed.

When you arrived at the prison and cleared it enough to call home you shared a cell. Well, you slept in the cell in front of where Daryl laid out his matres and he used your cell to change and store his items.

By now you ate breakfast together and paired up on guard shifts. You were always at the gate to welcome him back after hunts and eventually he's always stick around after bringing you the meat at the outside kitchen after taking in the woodbury folks.

Yet still you were at loving smiles and shoulder touches, sometimes the short hug goodnight.

It was only the night before the prison fell you shared your first kiss.

And then you were on your own.

The Governor attacked and ended any posibility of returning to the prison and all you heard between the chaos was "RUN!" so you ran. You ran like crazy until you couldn't anymore and realized how screwed you were without your group.

It wasn't long before you were starving and tired, swaying in your walk to a point of not even noticing the men approaching you and catching you mid fall until you were in his arms. Your vision faded and you were out cold, not catching the man's words.

"Claimed."

When you woke up you were in a warehouse with a bunch of strange men and your guts told you to run. Run and find Daryl, or anyone from your group. Except you never made it far seeing they had plans for you.

One of them came to fetch you, held your wrists together behind your back and held you out for the others to stare. Then they started to offer things to the one holding you. Crazy stuff like weapons and food rations that would last a single person a week easily. The whole situation just kept getting worse and worse up to the point of you learning they were offering trades.

Trades of material worth to get time with you. And each trade was accepted and ranked from best to worst.

Ranked in what order they got to fuck you after the one who claimed you had finished.

You couldn't remember when or how long you were passed out when you were woken up by your owner, telling you to dress for a little trip.

He took you to a house not far from their warehouse spot and while he sounded kind and offered you food he only brought you there for some private one on one time..

You tried to stay strong, keeping faith in the fact that Daryl would find you and suffer theough this with the least possible resistance.

Lucky for you the house wasn't empty and just when your captor was going to make amove he was downed by no one else than Rick.

You cried the second he came into view. Letting it all out and dropping to your knees, clamped to his leg you sobbed inyo thr fabric of his pants. And he let you. He gave you the time to let it all out and calm down before he helped you up and took you downstairs to see Carl and soon out of the home to be back on the road.

Three days passed on the road with your refound group before your nightmares turn real when the group of men who assaulted you catch up and threaten to kill Rick and then the rest of you too.

Eyes wide you stared at the leader talk to Rick, no longer catching a single word when your eyes found him

Daryl.

Why was he with them?

Your surroundings blurred and sounds drowned out when the panic set in. Curled into yourself you only heard close gunshots and the accompanied loud ringing until a hamd rested on your shoulder where you sat against the side of a car.

"Y'alrigh?" Daryl's voice made you jump, sitting upright and throwing your full body against him, only to repeat the full crying session from inside the house again but this time against the leather of your boyfriend's vest.

Time passed and it seemed like you and Daryl were back on square one. Daryl blamed it on the trauma of having to flee the prison in the way it happened, but the truth was you still hadn't told him about your time apart.

You lost track of your days after your time with the group Daryl called the Claimers, not thinking about the whole situation much anymore until your third day in a row started with you puking up anything that hadn't been digested entirely yet.

The first two days you blamed the canned food and maybe undercooked meat but now you were hunched over at the side of the road when the harsh reality set in. This was in no way or shape a positive thing. Not after losing Lori in the way you did. Not because you were still without a more permanent home and even less because it wasn't Daryl who caused it. You hadn't been able to tell him what happened to you and you were out of time to prepare for the conversation.

You sat crouched and stared dead into the woods, trying your hardest to focus on a single leaf until your breathing was back to normal but your mind was too loud.

Your stomach emptied itself even further over the forest floor as sobs racked your whole body. You shivered as a cold sweat broke out. You and Daryl were already on worse terms than before the prison fell with being in survival mode constantly, there was no time to fhink about improving your relationship right now.

With your arms clutched around yourself you heaved as your stomach had nothing left to and your entire body hurt with every sob that left your lips.

"Hey," Daryl's voice and his hand on your shoulder had you freeze in panic. "Y'alrigh?"

It was now or never, forcing your head to shake. "No.." Your voice was barely above a whisper, and Daryl crouched down next to you to investigate. Your mind screamed at hou to lie. Fake being just ill and keep his mind on surviving for a while longer but your heart knew it was wrong.

You had already been lying to him for so long by not telling him immediately and you started to feel like it would be the proper punishment to be alone in this after you told him.

"I think I'm pregnant."

Instead of an answer Daryl was up and pacing at the edge of the road. You both knew it wasn't his and without hearing your side of story his mind went to every possible scenario that made him want to walk off and keep going until his legs gave out but you were still his partner. The teo of you might not have acted like it for a while but it was still true and he never forgot that.

He stopped at your side and leaned against a tree. "Talk.. please." He huffed the last word after seconds of silence, he needed to tone down the anger that came too natural to him.

You fell back on your ass and wiped your face on the bottom half of your sweater before steading your breaths and talking Daryl through the happenings of your time apart. The strange men, their deal that ended in the most traumatic night of your life and the trip to the house where Rick saved you and reuniting with Carl and Michonne up to where you met again.

When you finished your recollection of events you couldn't make yourself look up at Daryl. You felt like the worst person in exsistence for lying to him and it got only worse when he announced he needed some time and left.

You spent the days in the back of the RV, unsure if you should stay in this relationship and have Daryl raise a kid that wasn't his. Secretly you begged this world not giving you enough to have it survive long enough and go through the physical suffering of losing it but keep the man you loved.

Were you going to be okay, raising a child that that came into the world like this? Were you goinf to be okay dealing with a living, breathing reminder of what happened? Would Daryl?

You let this happen. You should have kept walking even if it killed you.

Daryl kept his word and hadn't been near you for a while. His time spent not hunting was filled with talking down at himself.

He let that happen. He should have been at your side. He should be at your side but he wasn't sure how he'd manage. He couldn't even go find the one who did it to you and make sure he suffered as much as you did since that whole group was dead by now.

The thought of you in such a situation almost cost him his life, the anger causing him to miss a walker on the ground under some leaves as it snapped at his leg and missed by a hair.

He took it out and stalked back to the group who by now lost their vehicles and had to travel on foot.the group knew about Daryl's anger and his inability to close off that part in a healty way. They knew of your doubts, your secret wishes and especially now traveling on foot they saw your tiredness, your sadness.

You spent all your time apart. Both unable to word the things in your minds as you ate dogmeat, got caught in a much needed rainstorm and hid in a barn where you were found by a stranger who claimed to have a community that would house you all.

A Whole month had passed after the horrible events and now you laid down in the community's infirmary, being examined after all the women of your group had dragged you into the room to be looked after and get needed supplements. The appointment made everything you still tried to deny true and you were sent back to your group with medication, vitamins and a sad heart.

Daryl watched how the women swarmed you and felt like the biggest asshole for not doing what they did. He should be there with you to comfort you about all of this. To tell you he'd make it all work as long as you two did it together. But why wasn't his body moving as he told himself this?

It was Rick's hand on his shoulder that pulled Daryl from his own mind back into reality. He was pulled up and taken along in the direction where you rested on the couch. Carol saw them and ushered the others aside, making sure Daryl had a place to sit beside you as Rick set him down and the others walked off.

"Hey," his voice was soft, barely above a whisper. Even throigh your own still twisted nerves you could feel his and welcomed him into your space with a smile. He came to you and didn't run as soon as Rick's hands were off him, he stayed on his own.

"S'good fer ya ta hav'a roof over yer head now." He was fidgeting with loose ends on his clothes, hoping his words made sense.

"Yeah, you're right.." You should tell him. You have to tell him.

"You know you don't have to stick around, right? It's not your kid, not your problem." The words hurt coming out of your mouth, and they hurt reaching Daryl's ears.

He may not have shown it, solely because he didn't know how, but he loved you. "I ain't lettin' ya do this on yer own." You heard his spoken words and knew they translated to more. More that Daryl had a difficulty saying out loud.

It was moments like this you thanked not needing many words to understand each other. It was one of the things that attracted the two of you in the beginning after all.

Daryl wasn't going to leave you over this. He was willing to do this with you and it took a huge weight off your chest. It was going to take a while but you were going to be okay, the three of you.

When the group fully settled in their homes and everyone was welcomed into the community you spent a lot of time in the garage with Daryl. He wanted to keep an eye on you as the baby grew, but he still needed to get work done so he had set up a corner for you to lounge and read books in. He's catch you staring his way more often than not, but it didn't bother him if it was you.

"Denise came ta drop these off for ya." Daryl walked into the bathroom where you were soaking in the tub. He placed your refill pharmacy order on the counter and came to kiss your forehead, admiring your bump for a moment before retreating into the bedroom to lay down and wait for you to call for assistance.. You were okay with you being nude these days, although Daryl still preferred to have his upper body covered and slept in an old ratty shirt.

Daryl sat on his knees next to the bed, he held your hand, your thigh, the towels when Denise instructed him to do so. He was everywhere to make sure you were comfortable and cried the second the baby made a sound and cheers went around the room.

He watched as the women cleaned the baby girl and laid her down on your chest. He had moved from side to side, feeling like he was in the way of all the moving people that assisted in helping your child into the world but was assured he was exactly where he needed to be for now, up till Denise gave him new instructions after a while of him doing nothing but stare and admire.

Sniffling he made his way to the other side of the bed on the doc's orders and scooted against your shoulder.

His hands were shaking since the second Denise told him to go lay down and take off his shirt. He thanked himself for wearing a button down as he kept his back against the pillows and undid the buttons to only shove aside the front of his shirt so it hung off his shoulders.

This time it was Carol who came to help, showing the new parents how to hold and handle theit newborn as she took her from mom's chest and placed her on dad's.

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A/N: Okay this one took me out. I'm sorry it took so long!!

[ants-personal]

also i know it was probably a budget thing but i wish the batten between crystal and esther was just a bit bigger (got hella long so im putting it under here)

She hyped up on ghost energy it could have cut from cat king telling her story to her shaping the town in her image while crystal and niko also interrupt

She ends with her house changing it into a somewhat castle charles chained in a somewhat cell monty with a new perched by her throne and edwin with attached to the back of it theough twisted iron and the machine having to dig further into his form to dig out the misery as he screams when its one and left gasping and whimpering behind esther as she laughs

then niko and crystal have to survive getting through town mick helping them through cat king saying hes staying out of it and some other ghost alos helping since esther is now going after them and also the boys and them have helped them

and then later you have esther fighting crystal both oushing eachother to the edge esther using up edwin faster than she planned while niko tries to help him

Monty flies off but really hes going to help charles break out by bringing the keys letting him know his friends are here

esther sees niko trying to free edwin and sends her flying mentioning shell feed her to the snake as well but as she lands charles is there to pick her up monty landing near them as crystal and esther fight charles and niko run back to edwin charles trying to comfort him let him know hes there but over his own agony its hard to know if edwin can even tell

Charles sees esther getting the upper hand so he tells niko to keep helping edwin hes going to help crystal as they are fighting and start losing monty flies off and starts attacking with his talons giving crystal enough time to get charles his bag and tell him to find the snake and kill it he hesitate but she assure him and he runs off

As shes fighting off monty right as she about to kill him a cat ends up landing on her shoulder slashing her face before getting thrown off dodging attacks tikl cat king ends up human next to niko who has been trying to break the iron with anything and now with cat king he can actually help slowing bending the bars in a way they can pull edwin off

and then most things play out the same charles beats the snake and crystal outsmarts esther. Niko "dies" as cat king and her are trying to drag edwin broken self away from the fight cause she rushed to protect crystal from a shot and as esther looses her powers the town begins to turn back to normal till they are left in esther house watching her get draged off by Lilith and the must leave before death comes.

[post-modern-prometheus]

if i ever had to add one episode of the x files (that wasnt a musical episode) then it would be that scully wakes up in an alternate universe in which mulder was abducted, not samantha, so she becomes the crusading fbi agent running the x files, and theyre partners etc etc. and scully sees just how similar they are and remarks this to samantha, “you’re just like him”, and samantha asks scully to tell her about her “fox”. and scully’s like for one thing we could never called him that. and samantha gets to see what he was like and how much he loved her theough the eyes of scully. and then maybe in this case, the weird little spirits didn’t “save” young mulder so he’s still alice and they find him (for real, not clones) and yayyy but scully’s like. this man does not know me. and she wants to go back. they end up finding a way for her to return to her own universe and in an epilogue she tells mulder about samantha as an adult. she says thinks it may be a dream (she’s lying to save face, she knows it was real) but knows it’s a comfort for him to hear that somehow, somewhere out there, he and samantha are together again…

[katrinapavela]

Hi Katrina! I JUST found your blog here and I'm SO excited. I'm a long time Olivia Pope stan but short term Scandal watcher; as in I watched random episodes when it was on the air and have always adored Olivia Pope and the powerful woman she is, but I am currently doing my first full watch through. And I'm loving every minute of it.

I'm so excited to get to go through and read all the incredibly thoughtful analysis and posts you've written, dissecting the details of the show. I'm greatly appreciating all the underlying symbolism they use. I just read one of your write ups about the Helen of Trot comparison. I also like how the motif of lighr is weaved theough everyrhing and how they have her usually in white to display that, but that her clothing color gets darker as the lines of light and dark get blured. I'm loving watching her as a strong female lead who is infallible yet somehow still vulnerable. I also really am enjoying how the scenes and interactions between her and Fitz have a type of chemistry I feel like we've never seen on TV before even though in many ways it's an unhealthy and arguably toxic love, it also seems so real the pain and anguish in how much they care for one another is almost palpable. I am also admiring that their intimate scenes are done so tastefully and look like passion and love, unlike what I feel like we see in the media so often these days (I also recently finished shameless and as the title suggests, that show was truly shameless in how they portrayed spicy scenes). Fitz definitely gives man-written-by-a-woman to me. I'm currently in season 4, but I just read a spoiler that Olivia does become command and I'm dreading getting to that stage of the show just because I've already seen how damaging that role is to society and the person who holds it, I feel like I need a little reassurance to keep watching. The thing I think is incredibly interesting about this show is it calls into question everything we think we know about ethics and morals; it goes to an extreme to do so but it highlights that everyone has a mix of good and bad in them and I think that's such an important thing to touch on.

Anyway, just wanted to pop on and say I'm so excited to have discovered your page. I feel like I just found an extention of the shows content and am thrilled to read all the insights you shared over the years - I have a tendancy to obsess over TV shows, especially those with strong female leads that have elements of what I aspire to be. I love tumblr serving as a space to indulge in content from my comfort shows and analysis of them with people who want to talk abou them. I think the details of the show were masterfully written. I also am SO in awe that you took this interest and made it into a whole dissertation. Literally love that for you. In the interest of also asking a question, I am curious what your favorite episode or you favorite moment of the show was, and why? Or, if you feel there is an episode that is the most impactful and why. So far, the most impactful monologue I've heard in the show (and possibly ever on tv) is when Eli/Rowan Pope sits down with Olivia and tells her that the point and the people worth saving is everyone, and that it's up to her to drag people back into the light. I thought that was incredible. Thank you again for your thought contributions for us all to consume and learn :)

Welcome! Thanks for writing me :)

Thank you for the lovely things you said about this blog. I am so happy that I chose to keep writing according to my own perspective and understanding of storytelling. The archive is serving the exact audience I knew would keep discovering this show. Yeah, sometimes I can't believe my little tagline for this blog was transformed into a real PhD thesis. 2 articles based on 3 of those chapters have been/will be published soon. And several actual tumblr posts were transformed into something more critical for a chapter in this book:

How unfortunate that you saw that spoiler about Command. I'll just let you know you don't have to deal with that until S7, and it won't be for the entire season. But, Olivia will get on your fucking nerves for a bit. Well, she did that to mine. But some great things happen, too. I saw this dissent as part of something I predicted (S7 poster analysis) would (and needed to) happen for Olivia. But anyway, don't let that knowledge distract you from S4-6.

Yes, I agree with you about obsessing over TV shows with compelling female leads. My two previous obsessions have that in common--ever since my teens! I can see now that those characters were showing me parts of myself I would discover.

Answer to your question:

My favourite moment of the series? Or my favourite episode? This is so hard! If I have to pick one episode--it's 2.20. I love the theme of time and how it functions in multiple characters' lives, Olitz included. If I had to pick a really impactful moment, it would be 4.22 when Maya tells Olivia about her need for self-importance via creating problems that only she can fix. It was the closest she ever got to therapy. Since it's the same episode, I will sneak and say (without spoiling the beauty), that the ending for Olitz is the perfect inverse of a moment in 4.01. Ugh, there are more, but I'll stop there.

Thanks for leaving comments as you read the blog during your rewatch !

[wortsandall]

i have to admit that when it comes to the au im writing-one of my sticking points is how to write layla and what role she would be playing. i feel out of place when it comes to her and marc's relationship because i truly believe that they should spend some time getting to know each other again before jumping back into a relationship.

when adding in stevens perspective, that just makes even more sense to me. i don't particularly enjoy writing romance. i think that when layla appears in my fics, she'll be a close friend who is rebuilding trust and relationship with marc while getting to know jake and steven.

i'm also a little biased here, not because i don't enjoy polyamory, but because i always thought it was very quick for steven to kiss layla and for her to be as accepting of it as she was. (i was kinda with marc when it came to punching steven for that lmao) i also think that because of all the lying and secrecy that marc engaged in while dating layla, it's almost unfair to her for them to just jump back into the swing of things. marc was right when he said that she didn't know him and that's objectively his own fault.

so long ramble just to say that layla in my au will be purely platonic as that's my preference when it comes to her being shipped with both marc and steven (again no hate against either ship, i'm just not super into it) i'd like to focus on layla rediscovering marc without the romantic aspect so that i can build a strong foundation for them to potentially get back together, properly, in a more healthy relationship this time. and even if steven does like layla (that's been well established) and it will show up in my fic, the endgame will not be them as a trio.

i want to elaborate that the reason being that came from reading moon knight comics the idea of marc being afraid that people like jake and steven more than him.

Moon Knight (2021) #14 "Solider, Rich Man, Scoundrel"

i'm really interested in using layla as a vehicle to discuss this fear that marc has in the fic. since he sees steven as "better" than him, i can imagine that he'd be afraid that layla would pick steven over him. so in this period where they are actually getting to know each other and opening up, i want to focus on steven acknowledging this fear of marc's and actually stepping back and reevaluating. especially since in the show, steven doesn't have any idea what marc and layla were like when they were actually together and i can't imagine show!steven continuing to pursue that if he thought it would hurt marc.

obviously marc's thought process here isn't a healthy one but i can't wait to go theough the process of dismantling this. and i want steven to be a part of that discussion. if later on, i want to revisit the idea of steven, marc, and layla in a throuple doing it this way leaves me a lot of wiggle room for how they get there.

but i'm a romance repulsed aromantic person who only enjoys it in fanfiction and media so it's very difficult for me to write romance. even in my oc writing (which is literally about a couple) it's not very romantic. so most likely i won't go down that route but i want to leave it open for interpretation.

all this just to say that i will be explicitly writing layla with strictly platonic relationships with the boys but i'm open to potentially making it romantic down the line.

the lies we tell ourselves au masterpost

[kidfoundonstreets]

LOVEBRUSH CHRONICLE. YOU LIKE?

ill try to keep it brief 1/20397

lovebrush chronciles is an otome game deisgbed by team/company I AM ACTUALLY NOT SURE DESPITE YOU SEEING IT EVRRYTIME YOU ENTER THE GAME HOLD ON neteaze games (passion of gamers) and it is about altnerate universes, time fuckery, and school life.

the game begins introducing itself as a regular otome school life sim (my condolences to the fans who fell for william first sight only to find out hes not an actual love interest trust me i see u i feel u) but then WHAM BAM!! just when u thougut ur girl best friend was lookin kinda cute she gets X_x in this summon circle and you jump in to save her only to find out youre now in a royal cage surrounded by people that needa sacrifice you to save themselves from their own doom. oh and youre not in your own world anumore good luck have fun

so now here goes the different plots and paths with the love interests. the way i playrd it was as they introduced it, which was ayn aklaid lars claerence. no cael route yet which rips me apart every night. the love interests seem to have consistent values throughout most universes despite all of their diferet upbringings which i find pretty cool considering schoollife and royaltylife are two completely drastic diferent things, and also i nejoy how mc is written with more character and an amazing design to match the rest of the beautifully drawn cast

on that topic the art is GORGEOUS. i have never seen such beautiful detailed art in a game before and i assure you it will not disappoijnt. the graphics and smoothness of the game are especially a great touch. THERES A MINI STORY FOR EACH CARD BTW SR AND UP ITS SO GOOD becasenit feels as if the creatoes actually put care and give a shit into whar theyre writing and drawing and even in little events the absolute quality and depth of the cast shines theough its just i cannot express how much you need to play tjis game if you like dating sims ITS FREE TOO??,×*#&@ IMSO SAD WHY ID OBEYEME GETTING SM ATTENTION WHEN THIS IS SITTJNGHERE HUH dont get me wrong i too was in that hole but trust me brother there is only one man worth it there and obeyeme sure as hell isnt gonna do it justice with its 200+ chapter peobably plotline

anywya its 11 pm and ibhave no idea how to organize this post so ill just go through the cast

he is my plaything

ANYWAY ayn is so maahh hes the stupid cat that sleeps on me at night HE USED YO BE MY FAV AND WAS EXACTLY MY TYPE OFF THE BAT ITS SO IRONIC HES MY LEASY LIKED NOW but hes still very good and god you need to see this

^^ bisexual dilemma

^^ HIS EMO PHASE

i like him as a side piece, he has a nice personality but it doesnt stick out to me as much as the rest but i heavily respect the enjoyers of him

Aigh now

HHHRHRGGGHWH HHRGGBW WHWHWBW W SLSOPE9282B3BDND BSHSJW W GHENRBR .R FJJGGW HJ W..B GHN.F. H . THROWSUP aklaid my dear my darling ! i lvouou my little STARBOY my favorite my self sacrificing devoted prince who acts soo nice but is the cause of his own decay. smooochh I ADORE HIM dude one time he almost dies and mc is like "i am so sorry" and hes smiling qhile saying "nono! this is the happiest ivebeen" GET THERAPY

lars is my favorite lesbian

im onsessed w him hes always fun no matter where he is and yet they still dont dumb him down the moments where hes serious only add to his character his charm is unexplainable his rizz unatainable you could never

my TRUE favorite lesbian

MY FABORITE MY FABORITE KY DAVROITE I WAS SO WORRIED HOW I WOULD ENKOY HIM BECAUSE SO KUCH WAS UNKNOWN BUT AHGGWDHHSHW HIS ROUTE HIS DEPTH EVERYTHING IT MAKES ME SO SADITS HWARTBREAKING DUDE "HAIR HOLDS MEMORIES" IM GONNA SOB INTO MY HANDS I CANT BELIEVE I LOVE A MAN NAMED CLARENARENCNEUXIHQBQ SHUTOROSHUSITP oh and he really likes cats :D

i have run out of images but cael caught my eye since the beginning and i dont know whats wrong with him is he my parental figure my wife my side piece my worst enemy my hater my lover my killer my doomer my caretaker my one-time-leave-you-for-nine-months

i genuinely cannot stand him hes the one who i always run to and check on firstin efents and stories not claerence not lars not alkaid but fucking CAEL.

i cant help it maybe in the end my heart really belongs to him because im still waiting for his route and for him to show moreemotion and maybe break down or slowly go through the agony of learning to accept love despite everything despite you

this is the only part i feel a little uneased about in the writers hands.. they are very capable hands.. but will they do him right.. hes so stupidly simple but not it makes me grit my teeth and die

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THANK YOU EVERYPONY FOR REASING IF YOU DID PLEASE SMASH THAT OIKE AND SUBACRIBE BUTTON FOR MORE UNHINGED RANTS IM SORRY FOR BEING AUSTISTIC AND MAY DO IT AGAIN ♡♡ GOD BLESS

[brandwhorestarscream]

Thanks to this reblog, I'm going back to blitzbee posts

But precisely, tfa baby boom

Just, Bee watching the rain with blitz(it's a pretty strong one, so he has an excuse not to come back right away) and they hear the sound of one of the eggs hatching

Ohhh I can just see it now 🥺 it's the wet season and earth's downpours are smelted slag to drive theough, so Bee's not going anywhere anytime soon. Blitzwing has been getting antsy--well, more antsy than usual--and switches between quietly sitting beside him to watch the rain and pacing around anxiously. He keeps muttering to himself about being late, probably worrying about getting back to the decepticon base on time.

Then the first little crackling sound reaches them and Blitzwing nearly trips over himself scrambling for their nest. Bumblebee follows behind, curious, and he watches with wonder at Blitzwing points out which egg is spiderwebbing. Their first sparkling is born less than a klik later, breaking through their shell with a great cacophony of unhappy peeps, kicking and flailing around to free themselves. They come forth into cold air and immediately begin to wail, and Bumblebee watches in awe as Blitzing hurries to pick them up and shush them. He's so gentle, so warm, his touch filled to the brim with love and care. The bitty carries on just a bit, clinging to her carrier and making sure they both know how unhappy and scared she is, before settling in and nuzzling Blitzwing's chassis. The sparkling begins to purr, very softly, and her optics dim as she starts to drowze. Hatching is a lot of work! She just needs to lie still, just for a moment to regain her stamina...

The next one comes just as quickly, not 5 minutes later. Even bigger than the first and significantly rounder, Blitzwing's got his arms full with just the two of them. When the third one comes Bee tries his best to be helpful, but so far they're all warframe babies and are already bigger than him. At first the third born hisses at him, unsure, but swiftly recognizes the pulse of his spark and wraps all four limbs around their sire, trapping him on the ground and snuggled beneath them as they take a micro-nap on top of him. He's not even upset, just pats their back and asks Blitzwing if he's doing this right. He's never been around a sparkling before and internally he's freaking out. His spark is beating out of control but their son doesn't seem to mind.

When all five have hatched they swarm their mother for energon and Bee kinda feels bad for him: they're ravenous, climbing all over each other and trying to latch onto Blitz's feeding lines, but their carrier just laughs like it's the funniest thing in the world and helps them take turns. Bee's never seen feeding pouches before and it is definitely awakening something in him. He knew that Blitzwing would be feeding them "from his own energon supply" but he didn't know it meant like that! 👀

Bee stays even after the rain let's up, mesmerized watching the quints all piled up beside their carrier, tucked under his arm and snoozing away. Bee has never felt like this before, such a weird combination of bottomless adoration and protectiveness. It's a strangely fierce feeling despite its soft connotations: he knows right then and there that there's nothing he wouldn't do to protect them. He doesn't even understand why he feels that way, and it's kind of scary, but it's a good kind of scary. He's had these bitties for only a few hours but if anything ever happened to them, he'd kill everyone on this planet and then himself

[wriringramrles]

Now Sito's plateau i adore. All the sito chapters are my absolute favorite. Her first entrance is a wild one. Dan is meandering the streets of kinnesburg, freshly off the riverboat and making his way theough the big city. With crashing and barking and thefiring of guns, he is nearly bowled right over by a coyote headed woman, bleeding from a wound to the arm and looking for an escape. He helps her, she bolts away, and then the posse led by none other than Everest Tempanieum arrives. He attempts to misdirect them, but Tempanieum is too smart for that, and shortly after a powerful mundaneity field is cast, rendering dans magic useless, hes getting his ass kicked. Then that woman returns, fights off the posse. Tempanieum doubles the field. This is enough to cause dans soul to start slipping. He is a skeleton, his bones bound together by his soul. And thats magic. Mundaneity fields dampen magic. So hes nearly a goner, but sitos too poweful for that. She takes physical hold of the field and weaves it to her purpose, creating a potent energy whip to call her plateau to her. And so the ground telescopes up, phasing through the crowded streets, and dan and sito are now safe and sound on sitos plateau. Technically, shes the plateaus sito, more than the other way around. They travel, shes taking him to the other side so that he can continue his journey. The mechanics behind the plateau are SO much fun to me. The sun does weird things like go up and come back down too fast or stay in one place for too long.. anyways, so they reach the other side and sito calls up her friend amos, a vengeful wandering wizard with one arm and a cat. (Her name is moonshine and shes based on my own cat.) Despite some trepidation due to his previous bad experiences with wizards, dan quickly warms to amos as he tells his tale. Hes searching for some people to put paid to a longtime debt (hes killing everyone who was associated with a cult that he was in when he was younger, the leader csffrey who was like an older sister to him manipulated him into all kinds of terrible things before he got out) and out of all those folks, he only has two left, Sarah caffrey herself, and one other. So they agree to travel together. Meanwhile theres a monsoon, which is a celebration and a terror for the desert plateau, because these things called wretcheds lurk in the dark and the rain, and sito is the only one who can keep them at bay. So after they soak in the rain for a bit, sito has to go fight, which, the feral woman loves it. Dan and amos stay safe in the tent and talk more. As a wizard himself, Amos knows plenty about the actual mechanics behind the skeletonization spell, and gives dan some information he didnt have before, like that his soul is what attatches him, and that the flesh he left behind took half his senses (taste, smell, half of touch) and built itself a makeshift skeleton out of cartilige, with sharp cartilige teeth, and thats what we call zombies. Neat little bit of lore, aye? Anyways, monsoons over, they plan to head out the next day. Not so! Shortly after, the people who had stolen sito from the plateau before (thats ehy she was in Kinnesburg) come back. They capture sito and amos, and scatter dans bones, trampling and leaving him . I follow sitos perspective as shes taken to their camp and tortured, (her bones are unbreakable and she heals swiftly, but shey put a nail through her knee joint. This is because MY knees always hurt.) And she has no reason to think dan is coming for her, the plateau is a wild and lawless place. But sure enough she hears hints of banjo music across the desert wind and then the weather starts. So Dan gets her and amos out of there, he's totally expended his magical energy and is exhausted, but they make it back to their camp, which sito moves then to safety. Correction, the camp stays in one place and the plateau moved around it. Ill tell ye more tomorrow, im nearly asleep.

[chiefatticcreator]

(Sounds good to me. Maybe with her next orgasm?)

The thrusts slightly push Tammy over the table. Her hands are looking for the edge, trying to find hold and cling to it.

His praise and the additional smile fill Tammy with pride like she didn't imagine before. It's another warmth than the one from getting fucked. That pleasure is also spreading theough her, tingling inside hee body. With every thrust ah little moan, a slight "ah" or "eh", presses out of her and she presses her eyes shut for a moment. This justvfeels so good. And she can feel her cock leak heavily on her own stomach while she feels so wet she's leaking and making squishy sounds as he slaps inside her. Or maybe she just imagines things. Her outer lips are stretched so much, so wide and every time he pulls out, they try to go back just to be forced open. It's such a nice feeling. Tammy whimpers.

"I-i", she tries to form words. But her voice breaks over and over. "Use me, so you are satisfied." Then she feels his hand on her breast again. Another whine from her. She bites her lower lip. His big hands on her feel so good, so warm, so hot. "Yes, Daddy."

Jack smiles again, and nod.

Despite her words and allowing him to do anything he wants to her, he does not move much faster, or rougher. Oh, he picks up the oace a little more, and now she can feel his balls smack against her thighs, and his grip onherbreasts become rough for a few moments, but he still remains more gentle than he was with Cathy.

Groaning in pleasure, he smiles at Tammy again, lightly and exoertly toying with her. His hand knowing exactly what to do to draw more pleasure from her.

"Thank you, baby." he sighs. "You feel so good around daddy's dick."

[homeschoolrecords]

When we're short on time and we refuse to let a child button up her coat, if she protests violently [intense rebellion], it's not her who is resisting our heavy handedness; it is the whole of the intelligence of humanity that's squawking bc it sees an obstacle to its development. This is a negative sign of a sensitive period.

Will fights with all her might against you in order to follow her biological directives.

Don't get in the way. Allow children to fully develop their exec skills -> fundmetal for the formation of their intelligence. We have to promote the spontaneous, creative, and formative activity to which the child is naturally driven. Progressively lead children toward increasing their mastery of autonomous behavior. Help - all the while looking to step aside more and more and finally cease intervening altogether. Only the children themselves, through their own activity, can build their own executive intelligence. WE ADULTS CANNOT BUILD THEIR INTELLIGENCE ON THEIR BEHALF THEOUGH OUR ACTIVITY. Help them do it by thmselves, guide/encourage, and then progressively get out of the way.

In the first years of life, the ordinary is extraordinary.

...2 great forces were shining forth here : the spontaneous will that was driving the young human to master the world [trying going down the stairs by himself] through his own activity, and the love that led this adult [grandfather] to wait patiently for the child to complete his quest.

Building the essential functions of their intelligence through autonomous but guided activity. We set up preschool class/ the whole environment to allow support and facilitate the children's autonomy. Helped and encouraged. They selected the activities they wanted to engage in. Took all the time needed to help the children achieve autonomy in their everyday actions. Once achieved, we're then able to memorize various actions, plan them, exercise self control, to stick with things, and correct their errors by themselves -> calmer, more sociable/joyful, able to get on very quickly with the basic learning processes.

[kindlyfunkn]

having a spat with my mom too about applying for jobs bc i turned down ONE thing she wanted me to go to despite the fact that it was a brand new establishment (as in, not opened yet currently) (scary), and fast food (i specifically said i dont want to work fast food again bc i want different experience)

so ive left her on read past few days she keeps asking about what jobs ive applied to and well! guess what! none! because between school, homework, and doing every god damn thing around the house i havent had the fucking time!! i havent seen any friends in months it feels like (i think once in january but it feels like 8 months ago how is it only the end of february), i cant ever relax, im stressed about how im going to pay my next tuition receipt bc im rapidly losing money and have applied to jobs everywhere since october with no responses and i cant get a loan, i feel like a servant in my own house, etc etc etc

headaches almost every day and i cant sleep and my heart is constantly going fast and time moves too fast i cant ever do any homework on time im too busy but i never leave the house i feel like driving a metal spike theough my head i hate my life right now

[kusundei]

she just makes me so sad and all of this is our faults and i am all caught up in my feelings and then how my mom might feel and who cares if shes a bad person? shes still my mom and i care but i still couldnt find it innyself to reply and tell her i loved her and i missed her too. i do and then i dont and then i do all over again and i miss my mom and i miss my family and i feel like ive lost all my foundation. all the shit ive built up over these past few years and LAST YEAR especially with just again finding my footing in an unfamiliar place but this is even worse. i just reminicise and i get so sad thinking about how badly i wish i could be honest and have her just have understood? to act like other people and love my mom vocally and have her be motherly and act like one and rely on her like i should. to go up to her and talk abt whatever or be a kid and just be vulnerable and wish she could walk me theough whatever hardship im battling but shes been every hardship ive faced my entire life. its so bittersweet and ive tried so hard over and over again to give her the benefit of the doubt and ive ran theough everything with her. its her first time living. shes gone through alot. she has good reason to be sad and angry and act like this and she had good reason to do all this. shes right to care so much and hover and she was just raised this way and shes also dealing with her own battles and it just sucks so bad having to give her the benefit of the doubt all the time and receiving none of that empathy back. i keep just having to deal with the guilt that shes going to continue on and keep thinking abt it the way shes been thinking abt it and shes not going to understand what happened. especially if she goes through iwth all of this ? it will fuck everyrhing yp and became so irreversible. i never asked for this but she keeps trying to finalize something she thinks i want but over and kver again she knows nothing abt me and what i want and what drives me to do shit. same with my family they will not get what happened and all of them r so extremely absent minded and lack so many critical social emotional foundations

at this rate im hust making myself upset again because i cwnt get my own thoughts in order im just. sad. and i admit it maybe and i feel bad because i dojt want all these things to continue affecting people but its so hard and awful and i wish i could just take up space and be vulnerable withour feeling like a pos . i am going to be on my own and i am going to be left behind and j will have none of my childhood left and i need to just settle with the fact that ive done this to myself

regardless it wouldve happened eventualy and ill just treat it like ive moved out or something. to cope. or try. its all i really can do. just try to cope. traveling swallowing dramamine

its been a month or so and i keep having to just remind myself over and over that whatever happens i will live through regardless. i am moreso just fighting that guilt that i know has carried throughout my whole life and there are just so many aspects that dont help me? like at all? if anything i can just be joyous that this sort of gives me an excuse to be as sad as i am during these months. but those feelings stick and its worse because i hate winter and i get so upset even with everything in front of me and now its been amplified by like 10000x. i DO have everything but i also have nothing.

its just a whole issue of me having to be like oh well there was no point? i was supposed to be here and i was supposed to experience these things but i get frustrated by the act of healing and acknowledging because of how long it takes. but im as equally frustrated by the fact im distracted so much. i dont really get the ability to just feel and be sad and mourn and feel guilty and walk myseld through my own feelings but when have i ever??? and then again i am expressing this and letting myself feel i think by just letting myself let go a little bit. my attendance matters to me so much and missing so much school is killing me and this is the ONE year where my whole future relies on this one aspect yet i cant seem to get myself up in the morning. like on friday. i think that was just me at my core because i could not let it go and i just let myself do it. if i could im sure thats what id do all day but it upsets me that i would waste all that time in bed mopping around but also that i dont have the ability to let that happen either way.

i dont know i just keep trying to find ways to maybe try and minimize damage? to sort through it all and compromise and find my own footing here and i am slowly managing but theres a lot of things that r preventing a lot but i refuse to ask for anymore than this. it can be repeated into my brain however much but truly this sort of thing does take time and i love this family and i commend them for their hospitality and them just acting like ive always been here but regardless its hard for me to just fully be . here. and i just miss my family and i miss my room and just having that. you know? but all of this is related to my own laziness and refusal to just do shit for myself but once again i cant be bothered. this is both like the best and worst time for this to happen becquse yeah i get the excuse of oh im depressed because of this but i do this every year around this time and its just soooo much worse this time around. and i. keep. pushing it. because i dont WANT it to sink in and consume me because then itll just fuck everything up but it is so hard to stay on my feet

i dont know i just feel i need to process the majority and then gather the rest. a lot of it is just all my mom and also just my own action (inaction). whenever she plans on doing whatever stupid legal bs she wants to do then that’ll finalize shit in my head and im gonna need to start processing processing it. because if i do not tjats going to fuck me up so bad. sooo bad. i hate change so much and this is so much change and i keep having to realize i go through all this change because my mom has no patience for anyone or anything. its just so bothersome. i keep fighting that feeling in the back of my head just being like well couldnt i have just? stayed another year? lasted there? perchance my academics and my attendance would still be okay. id still be upset but i think id be able to find comfort in the familiarity of it all. i just keep choosing not tocthink of it that way specifically because a lot of things stand on alternate reasoning and regardless i dont regret leaving. its more of a just. should i have gone back when the police came to get me? but me not being there was fate and id leave that up to outside interpretation

[ilostmy-brain]

hiya can i please request something where its something about the reader dating wolfstar and the boys jjst like argue and sqaubble all the time over random things butits never them actually being angry at eachother - Ells

I want dont get

wolfstar x Reader

warnings:none really, swearing, kissing

legnth: mid (1067 words)

summary:y/n knows exactly how to sort her two boys out when they disagree

When dating the duo of sirius and remus it was inevitable that there would be arguements however, what y/n hadnt planned for was that the arguments and disagreements would be daily, of course they where all in good fun and they were never truly annoyed with eachother in fact y/n found great amusment in most of their sqabbles. it started small and petty like who got to sit on the longer part of the sofa, for both boys where six foot or over and y/n's L shaped sofa came with a long side and a much shorter side.

"you two are being pathetic"y/n giggled walking back into her living room with a bowl of popcorn in hand and some cans tucked under her arm "just sit and get comfortable or i'll take the long bit"

y/n's parents where out for the weekend which meant the three could have free reign of the house and not have to jump away from eachothers holds when someone walked in.

"y/n dear tell remus i get the longer bit since he did last time!" sirius ordered pointing harshly at their third partner contradicting his lovling ton etowards the girl.

"but im taller" remus jumped up standing next to sirius holding his chin up to apear much taller than he was " much taller to be precise"

"you both make good points" she explained shifting her gaze betwen the two men "but could we not just share?" the two men seemed even more confused, twitching their eyes to eachother as if their girlfriend was crazy.

"how would that even work?"

"remus sits down first as he is the tallest, then ill go between his legs as i get cold and sirius you can go between mine?" she suggested, an angelic smile painted over her face as she placed the snacks on the table and picked up a blanked for the trio.

"but then im not with remus" sirius pursed his lips looking down as if ashamed of his words.

"yeah seems unfair that you get everyome bunny" remus lightly tugged on her chin forcing the girl to look up at her two boyfriends who both felt her arrangement was selfish.

"fine you two share the long bit and ill go in the arm chair but because im on my own i get to pick what we watch" she decided throwing herslef into the large cosy  chair in the corner by the heater happy with her choice, if she knew one thing about keeping her boys together it was with a threat of moving them apart, and of course she had learnt this theough her now plethourough of experience from dealing with their disagreements.

***

it was a saturday and y/n lay between sirius' legs as remus was crossed legged facing them newspaper in hand as he read out the clues to that days cross word, or they should say the cross word from three months ago that they managed to get a hold of, remus had suggested they spend their morning completing it together as on average they where all inteligent people.

"you're wrong! its cleally elaphant" remus pinched the bridge of his nose going to write down the answer before sirius slapped his hands away throwing the pen across the room and hitting james as he stayed curled up in bed, sore from quiditch practise the previous day.

"ow"

"sorry mate" y/n half laughed when she only recieved a half hearted thumbs up from out the covers.

"where the fuck is the h in elaphant?" sirius questioned clearly not thinking bhis question through first "right yes i know but still it isnt that"

"honey i think it is" y/n quietly spoke from her placed tucked between his legs, she hadnt had much input on the activity mainly being shouted over by the two boys. "look i dont think this is our kind of thing sirius" she suffled round and oonto her bum placing a small peck apon his cheek " why don't we go make prongs eat some breakfast, he could probabky do with it"

"i also think he could probably do with it" james peaked his eyes out from the duvet inm hopes of being taken for some food having slept through the groups normal breakfast time.

"but i want to do the crossword, i can do it to!" he persisted and y/n new she was going the right way with this one and a far quicker than normal, the boys where usually still shouting at eachother by now. "maybe it is elaphant"

"well maybe lets think through all the options first" remus patted his back bringing the paper close to his boyfriend so they could read it over again.

"come on jamesie, lets get food" y/n smiled as she jumped off the bed skipping over to their friend who was sat down still in pyjamas " you're going down like that aren't you?"

"yep" he grinned putting an arm around her and walking her out the door leaving both sirius and remus leaning against eachother and writing down their ideas for their activity.

"you're so good at getting them to get along"

"its a natural talent" she smirked following the boy down the cold concret stairs.

***

by the time the three had been with eachother for a year y/n didnt even have to intervien, like this particular sunday morning the three where curled up in bed james and peter where also alseep in their own beds, peter curled up in the corner and james starfished with quiet dnores falling from his lips.

"morning my love" sirius head moved against her shoulder his nose nudging against her neck, pulling her back against his chest "do i not get a good morning kiss?"

"no i think i deserve one first" remus had finally awoken shuffling over to pull his girlfriend closer and away from sirius, y/n remained silent knowing it wouldnt be long before they had sorted their issue out.

"but i want a kiss first"

"no one likes a whiner sirius" remus retorted sitting up with a exagerated stretch looking down at his boyfriend who lead leaning on his elbows "i want, don't get" he warned the boy pursing his lips and raising his eyebrows.

"sorry" he mumbled leaning back down on his pillow and waiting for someone to say something.

"come here" remus smirked leanign forward to place a lingering kiss on sirius' lips holding his face gently in his large hands taking their time before pulling away, both individually then placing a kiss on their girlfriends cheek.

[enterprisetrampstamp]

everyone assumes that christine chapel has a thing for spock, and she doesn't do much to disabuse them of the notion. it's... easier. it's easier to deal with the teasing when it's regarding a situation she has zero emotional investment in. she likes spock, of course; he's a lovely man, brilliant and kind and reserved, and she gets what nyota sees in him. but if she ever feels a sting of jealousy when she sees them, then it has nothing to do with nyota's hand on his arm.

(except for how it has everything to do with that.)

she's a grown adult with a career and an intolerance for bullshit, so she doesn't sit around pining or anything. that would be stupid. and, frankly, inviting ridicule; if leonard ever caught her sitting around with a cup of hot chocolate curled between her hands as she stared broodily out of one of the ship's portholes, she would never live it down.

so she does her job and she puts the fear of mccoy into the hearts of ensigns everywhere and she gossips shamelessly with the rest of her nursing staff and she makes friends with most people aboard the ship (except for captain kirk, because he drives her crazy. leonard's welcome to deal with all of That™ on his own). nyota is her best friend, of course. she gracefully never brings up the rumor that christine has a thing for her boyfriend, and christine doesn't have to pretend that she's grateful for it.

(she doesn't know what she'd do if nyota tried to talk to her about it. she knows she wouldn't be able to lie to her face and claim that, yes, she totally has feelings for spock, but, god, it's not like she could tell her the truth, either.)

(actually, nyota, I'm in love with--)

christine has so thoroughly strangled down that part of herself that she doesn't really react when nyota and spock break up. it's not like it's the time or the place for a confession, anyway--

nyota needs time to recover, not get blindsided by her own best friend. so christine does the best friend thing, with the ice cream and the sympathetic ear and the shoulder to cry on (hypothetically, anyway. nyota doesn't actually cry over the breakup, because evidently she's taking a page from the ex's playbook and suppressing her emotional reactions). still, she definitely appreciates the rest of it, and she smiles at christine, and that makes all of it worth it. christine could live the rest of her life without seeing the sun, so long as nyota uhura smiled at her like that every once in a while. still, she starts wondering after a few weeks, but she loses the words and the courage every time she so much as considers trying to say anything.

and then spock and nyota get back together.

perversely, christine finds it easier to breathe again; she's used to this state of things. it was too nervewracking trying to figure out if enough time had passed since the breakup that it would be reasonable for her to say something, and besides, she's perfectly happy being nyota's friend. she treasures their friendship so very, very deeply. so it's actually easier when she knows for a fact that she's got to keep those other emotions in a stranglehold, rather than doing all of that wondering.

the ensigns have learned to see theough leonard's grumpy bear routine by this point, so she graduates from putting the fear of mccoy into them to putting the fear of chapel into them. it's a lot more effective. nyota thinks it's hilarious, and leonard is jealous, and captain kirk's playful cowering in fear is almost as charming as it is annoying these days. christine is happy.

they break up again.

nyota confides that she's pretty sure it's permanent. she does actually cry on christine's shoulder this time, but she seems healthier and happier so much more quickly overall-- so does spock, for that matter. christine brings him a pint of ice cream too, because she's pretty sure both leonard and captain kirk are too emotionally constipated in their own right to know how to do the comforting best friend thing properly. spock seems confused but amused in that way he so often is around humans, and they don't talk much as they work through their respective pints of ice cream, but christine thinks he appreciates the gesture.

time passes, and christine tries not to let herself wonder again. she doesn't want to get her own hopes up, because she's... she's pretty sure they're going to get back together again. she's caught nyota watching spock sometimes-- and the two of them moved so quickly out of the "awkward but professional" phase back into true friendship fairly quickly that there's no reason for her to look so guilty and conflicted about it, except that she wants to get back together with him.

it's fine. christine likes spock. she wants nyota to be happy. she's not sure at this point that spock actually makes nyota happy, at least not as a boyfriend, but nyota seems to think he does and she's a grown adult so it's her own decision. it's fine.

one night when it's just the two of them hanging out, nyota pauses the vid and tells her that she wants to talk about spock. she seems reluctant, like she knows what christine is going to say, but christine tells her what she thinks anyway-- that she's not sure spock is good for her in that way, but that if nyota really wants to try a third time then of course christine has her back. nyota gets a strange look on her face.

I want to talk about spock and you, nyota tells her. if you're holding back because you think we're going to keep going with the on again, off again thing, I promise we aren't, and I promise I won't be upset about it if you make a move--

christine makes a strangled noise. no, that's... that's okay. I'm not interested in spock. I never have been.

but your nurses said--

the nurses don't say anything I don't want them to say, christine sighs. do you really think I'd let them run away with wild conjecture about my love life if it was true?

they unpause the vid. nyota is very quiet for the rest of the night.

after that, christine doesn't catch her watching spock any more-- it's christine she's watching, the full weight of her focus and intelligence locked onto her best friend as she frowns like she's teasing apart the mysteries of the universe. it makes christine nervous. it makes her... wonder.

let's get dinner, nyota says one shift before they're supposed to have shore leave.

sure, christine agrees. she's a little distracted with the inventory. leonard said that he and spock and the captain and scotty are going to some hibachi-type place if you wanted to--

let's get dinner, nyota repeats, more forcefully, and christine looks up from counting hyposprays.

just the two of us, nyota says.

she's blushing.

christine forgets what number she was on, and her own cheeks turn pink. sure, she repeats, and nyota smiles at her.

christine could live the rest of her life without seeing the sun, so long as nyota uhura smiled at her like that every once in a while.

[dragon-kazansky]

Made with love | Helmut Zemo

Chef Zemo AU! 👨‍🍳

Gender neutral reader

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Part 8

Helmut Zemo was waiting outside of the airport with his car. He parked as close as he could to the doors, right where you should be able to see him when you came out.

It had been a month. You had gone back home to sort out your affairs, with the help of your darling friend Wanda Maximoff, and had done everything you needed to. Things you had sent over were now tucked away safely at home.

Your home. The one you would now share with him.

He checked his watch for the hundredth time in the last ten minutes. He had closed up the restaurant today, wanting to spend it all with you. He just wanted you back in his arms.

Every time the doors opened he would wat h the crowds with Ken eyes, waiting. Yet, you hadn't come out. He sighed as he waits.

Both you and Wanda assured him you would arrive in time. You were even bringing another friend to stay a while.

Over the last month you had been constantly messaging and calling one another. Mostly about all these plans you had cor the restaurant, but also about the two of you.

Helmut promised that once you had moved in, he would spoil you. He was going to make you so very happy.

The doors opened again. His eyes focused on the crowd. His heart began to race and his lips curled into a smile.

There you were. Just as beautiful as he remembered.

Your eyes found his. Friends instantly forgotten, you run toward him. Helmut pushes off his car, opens his arms wide, and meets you about halfway. You collide into him. His arms are instantly wrapped around you and his lips claim yours.

Wanda and Natasha stand by, watching you.

Natasha had heard lots about this Helmut Zemo. Though Wanda was your best friend, Natasha was a special friend too. She was protective over you and wanted to meet the man who had stolen your heart.

Wanda coughs loudly.

You pull away from Zemo, but kept your arms around him, turning to look at your friends with a sheepish smile.

Helmut wasn't even looking at your friends. He could see only you.

"This is Natasha, my other friend. I've told her all about you," you say, looking at him.

"It's nice to meet you," he says, glancing at her. She nods.

"Likewise."

His eyes turns back to you and he has that goofy smile on his face again. He unlocks the car and let's you all in, obviously with you sitting upfront with him.

"Any news on Stark?" You ask, once the car sets off.

"He is doing well. His restaurant is a success."

"And Escorpión Morado?"

"Still open."

You don't like the look on his face or the tone of his voice.

"Helmut?"

He glances at you.

"Stark is stealing my customers. Business is declining and I don't think we have much time before it's out of control."

You look at him, lips tugging into a frown.

"Good thing I'm here then."

He glances at you again, his own lips curling into a smile.

"Yes. It is."

He drives you to the apartment, the girls follow you both up to where Zemo lives and you all enter the main living space.

"My new home."

Helmut comes up behind you and snakes his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. He kisses your cheek and then rests his head in your shoudler.

"Our home."

Wanda taps Natasha on the shoulder and they make their leave, going to stay at the hotel. Once the door closes behind them, Helmut turns you around and kisses you again.

"Welcome home."

You smile softly.

"Thank you."

You were a Sokovian citizen now. It was a lot more straightforward than you had thought.

You're very happy to be here.

"So, the restaurant. I take it it's not open today."

"No. I let Sam and James have the day off so I could meet you and bring you home. Your things are in your room."

"Thank you, but still, are you prepared to go through with this?" You ask.

"Yes. Help me save my restaurant. I need you."

You smile.

"I know you do."

You take both of his hands in yours and hold them, squeezing them lightly.

He smiles handsomely at you. He's never felt so lucky in his life before.

"Where do you want to get started?" You ask.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, obviously the menu is important, but what if we start planning the new look for your restaurant. Let's show Stark that with have both good taste in food and interior design. I was doing some shopping and found a fee things. Want to check them out?"

He nods. You ask him to take a seat while you fetch your laptop. You open it on the table in front of you, as you sit next to him.

You're sitting nice and close. His arm settled right next to yours. His knee nudges yours lightly as he rests his elbows on his open lap.

You open up all the tabs you had saved.

"You really have been doing your research," he chuckles.

"I have. New furniture, new floors, new decor and lights. You can pick everything, it is your restaurant. Remember, we're not replacing the restaurant, we are sprucing it up, giving it a new look."

He smiles softly as he looks at you.

"Well, take a look, Helmut."

He turns his eyes back to the laptop, wishing to look at you little longer. He scrolls theough the choices and you make notes on all the things he likes. You help him because what looks good with what, and before you know, you can almost see how it will look.

A couple hours later you get a message on your phone.

Wanda: Breaking in the mattress yet? ;)

You: OMG, WANDA, STOP!

Wanda: What have you been doing then?

You: Redesigning the restaurant. What about you and Nat?

Wanda: Drinks!

You roll your eyes and reply:

You: Not surprised. Have fun! See you later.

You put your phone down and ignore any incoming messages after that.

"Are you hungry?" Helmut asks, raising from the sofa.

"Yeah, actually."

He holds out his hand. You take it and let him pull you up and lead you into the kitchen. He only let's go of your hand to grab his apron and put it on. He then, very smoothly, moves around the kitchen grabbing ingredients.

"What are you making?"

"Schnitzel," he grins at you.

"Is there anything you can't cook?" You chuckle. It's very clear this man has done some globe trotting of his own.

"Many things, but I can also make many things too," he winks at you as he sets up a pan, ready for cooking.

You come to stand beside him. He presents two pieces of pork which he quickly works on pounding thinly. He sprinkles them with salt and pepper.

"Have you ever had schnitzel?"

"No. Which I should be ashamed of considering I have been to Germany."

"Then it will be my honour to give you your ever first!"

You chuckle softly.

He slides over to the empty space of his counter and puts down a bowl and two plates. One plate with flour and salt, the bowl with eggs which he let's you beat, and the final plate with breadcrumbs.

This man's own kitchen is stocked with everything he could need. As you look at him in his own kitchen, which you suppose you can also call your own now, you realise just how much he loves cooking.

"I'll do the first one, you can do the second one, alright?"

You nod.

You watch as he picks up the first piece of pork. He coats it in flour on both side, then into the egg on both sides, and then into the breadcrumbs. He shakes off any excess and pops it into the pan he prepared.

"You next."

You pick up the other piece and do exactly as he had done. Into the flour, into the egg, into the breadcrumbs. You shake off the excess like he had done and he steps back as you place it in the pan.

What you didn't expect was for him to cage you in. He lifts one of your hands to the pan and stands right behind you as you now both cook.

You can hear his soft breathing in your ear. The hand he has resting on your hip make your spine tingle. You're very much aware of how close he is to you.

His lips brush against your ear.

You shiver involuntarily.

He chuckles softly, his breath brushing the shell of your ear.

Before you can think too much about what he's doing, he promptly take the schnitzel out of the pan and onto a plate with paper towels on it. He leaves you rather quickly, going to pick up some leafy salad from fridge.

You take a deep breath and try to keep your composure. God, the way he makes you feel!

He returns and plates up the schnitzel, slicing a lemon and placing the slices on top of each one, serving with a bit of the salad.

He turns to you with a smile.

"Schnitzel."

You chuckle and take one of the plates. You both sit down and tuck in. Once again you're left blown away by this man's skill, but there was also the fact you helped.

Zemo makes a low moan after eating some of his.

"This is good."

"I should hope so, you made it."

He chuckles, looking at you.

"Actually you did. This is the one you prepared."

You look down at his plate. He had purposely taken the one you had done. You smile softly.

"You're eating my one?"

"Yes."

You bite your lip shyly. Once again he leaves you a shy blushing mess.

When you finished eating, Helmut cleaned up, though you did make a fuss about helping him. After losing that little argument, you headed to your room.

For a spare room it was big enough for you. You could fit in quite nicely here. You unpacked your cases and spent a bit of time planning on where this is would go or what you would need to buy. This was your space. You would make it your own.

A knock on the door had you sitting up on your bed. Your handsome chef enters the room and smiles at you.

"What do you think?" He asks.

"I like it."

Helmut sits down on the bed with you and pus you into his side. You cuddle against him, feeling content.

"I'll get to see you every day now."

You chuckle softly.

"Yes. Lucky bastard, aren't you?"

"I'd say so."

You kiss him softly. He places a hand on your cheek and looks at you with the softest gaze.

He almost wants to say it.

He doesn't.

Not yet.

You smile softly as you close your eyes and sit with him in the quiet room.

Today is the beginning of the next chapter of your lives.

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