#so i'll go back to posting again tomorrow‚ you'll see me after a good night's sleep ^^ 🩷

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I am a slut for Hurt/comfort first “I love you” 🥺🫶🏼

Hope you’re having a fantastic day 🥰

Sorry this took FOREVER, but I hope you like it!

(I’ll post on AO3 after I've had some sleep)

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"You could always come along. Half naked men are relevant to your interests these days." Eddie teased and Buck rolled his eyes.

"There is only one man I'm interested in, and I prefer him completely naked." he grinned at Tommy who leaned over the table to kiss him.

"Likewise."

"Can someone please remind me why I'm friends with you two again?" Eddie complained.

The three of them were sat at Buck's kitchen table, grabbing a bite to eat together before Eddie and Tommy were going to another fight in Vegas.

"I saved your life." Buck reminded him around a bite of food.

"I've saved your life." Eddie shot back.

"Free babysitting."

"Well with Chris still in El Paso, I don't think I'm going to be asking for your services in that department any time soon. If ever again..."

"Chris will come around." Tommy started sincerely, but there was a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "And I get you free tickets to fights and free helicopter flights to exclusive fights in Vegas and back. Which you could be more grateful for."

"I'm beginning to wonder if that means getting all the details on your sex life is really worth it."

"Hey, you don't have to come. I can always go with Evan and get my buddy to set us up with a nice hotel room on the strip." Tommy said turning to Buck. "The two of us, a king size bed, maybe a jacuzzi... Not leaving the room for an entire weekend..."

"And then you'll complain about about having missed the fight of the century when we get back." Buck reminded him but happily let Tommy kiss him.

"There will be other fights. A weekend in Vegas with you sounds pretty good. We could hit up the casinos. I'm pretty good at poker."

"I beat you the other day." Buck smirked.

"That was intentional." Tommy said with a wink.

"Why would you let him win?" Eddie asked, downing the last of his beer. "Why would you play with him in the first place? Mister over competitive."

"Hey!" Buck protested while Tommy just shrugged.

"I had my reasons."

Eddie narrowed his eyes.

"This is another sex thing, isn't it?" he held up his hands. "No, don't answer that. I don't want to know."

Tommy laughed and finished the last of his food.

"We should get going soon. We need to still drive over to Harbor from here."

Eddie nodded.

"But no more details about your sex life or you can go alone."

"Noted." Tommy said, getting up and putting their dirty dishes in the sink. "Don't bother with those ok? We can do them together tomorrow." he told Buck.

"Sure. You coming back here after then?"

Tommy smiled.

"If you want me to."

Buck stood up and wrapped his arms around Tommy's neck.

"I want you to. I don't care how late it gets, I want you here. And you better wake me up if I'm asleep."

"I'm not making any promises in that department. But I'll promise I'll be there when you wake up. Deal?"

Buck pretended to think it over.

"I guess I can live with that." he joked and the two of them shared another kiss, getting lost in the moment until Eddie loudly cleared his throat.

"Come on Tomás, we have a flight to catch."

Tommy reluctantly stepped out of Buck's embrace.

"The flight is me." he glanced at his watch. "But yeah we should get going." he shrugged on his jacket, grabbed his phone and keys, and with one more quick kiss and a promise to see Buck later, he followed Eddie out the door.

Buck sighed.

As much as he liked the fact that his boyfriend and best friend got on so well, he wouldn't have exactly hated it to spend his night off with said boyfriend instead of watching TV on his own.

He'd only known Tommy for a couple of months but it was getting harder and harder to remember what his life was like without him in it. He didn't particularly want to either.

Just thinking about Tommy made him smile like a teenager with a crush, but lately he was starting to feel like this thing between them was getting more serious. A deeper connection. Not just sex or romantic dates but also being content to just exist in each other's space.

Like spending the night watching the latest movie Tommy insisted he had to watch or trying out a new recipe with Tommy sitting at his kitchen table, keeping him company and being his guinea pig.

It felt a lot like love.

He was pretty sure Tommy felt the same, even if they hadn't actually said it yet.

He really wanted to though, but he was still waiting for that perfect moment. Maybe he'd tell him when they woke up together in the morning.

He smiled to himself as he scrolled through his DVR to find the documentary on bees he'd recorded earlier that week and got comfortable on the sofa as he hit play.

The documentary was interesting enough but still his mind kept wandering. He tried to remember the names of the guys fighting so he could check the score, when his phone suddenly rang in his hand.

He frowned at the screen, not recognising the number. He debated letting it go to voicemail but his curiosity got the better of him.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Evan Buckley?"

"Yes, this is Evan Buckley... Who is this?"

"My name is Laura Greenwood, I'm a nurse at Cedars-Sinai Medical Centre, and I'm calling you on behalf of Edmundo Diaz. I have you listed as his emergency contact, is that correct?"

"Yes, yes that is correct. What's going on? Is Eddie in hospital?"

"Mister Diaz has just been brought in following a car accident."

"A what?! Is he ok?"

"His injuries are non life threatening as far as I've been told." the nurse told him in a practised calm voice. "Are you able to come to the hospital?"

"Uh yes, yes I'm on my way." Buck told her, rushing around his loft to grab his stuff and put his shoes on. "Wait... Was there anyone else brought in with him? Is there a Thomas Kinard with him? Was he admitted too?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that sir. When you get here you can go straight to the ER and they'll take you to see mister Diaz. Perhaps he will be able to tell you more about any other passengers involved in the accident."

The drive to the hospital was a blur. Eddie was in a car accident... but he'd been in a car with Tommy. They'd taken his truck. So what did that mean for Tommy? Had someone crashed into them? Was Tommy alright? Was he even still alive?

He all but threw his Jeep in the first available parking space he came across, and only just remembered to take the keys out of the ignition and lock it.

The hospital was outside the 118's jurisdiction, so he wasn't as familiar with it as some of the others in the city, but he found the ER with ease after making himself follow the signs.

"But was there a Thomas Kinard brought in too?" he tried with the nurse who was taking him to see Eddie.

"Are you next of kin?"

"He's my boyfriend."

The nurse nodded.

"And are you his emergency contact as well? Or listed as next of kin anywhere?"

"I... I'm... No... We've only been together a couple of months... we haven't had that conversation yet."

The nurse gave him a sympathetic look and Buck knew what she was about to say.

"I'm very sorry, but I can't give you any information if you're not next of kin."

"Right... yeah... I understand..."

"If you know who his emergency contact is, they can update you... or tell us it's ok to tell you."

"C-can... I know you're not allowed to give me any details but... is he here? Is he alive?" Buck tried. "Please. I just need to know he's alive."

The nurse looked at him for a minute, weighing her options, then started typing on a tablet.

"Kinard? K-I-N-A-R-D?"

"That's right."

"He's here." She confirmed. "He's alive. They're working on him. That's all I can tell you, I'm sorry." She started walking again, and Buck had to jog a few steps to catch up with her when his brain had managed to process the information she'd given him.

The nurse pulled open a curtain around a bed and Eddie looked up from the magazine he was flicking through. He looked a little banged up but mostly in one piece.

"Mister Diaz, there's someone here to see you." she stepped aside and Buck made himself walk up to the bed and greet his best friend.

"What happened?" he asked after the nurse had left them to it.

"We got t-boned by some drunk idiot in an expensive sports car." Eddie told him. "Tommy got the worst of it. Have you seen him yet? I figured he'd be higher on your list of priorities."

Buck bit his lip. He was happy to see his best friend was ok, but he couldn't help but worry about his boyfriend.

"They won't let me see him. I'm not family, I'm not his emergency contact, I'm nothing. They called me because of you... All that nurse told me is that he's alive."

Eddie gave him a sympathetic look.

"Do you know who his emergency contact is? Does he have family in LA? Siblings?"

"He was born in LA. His dad still lives in the house he grew up in... But they hate each other."

"Ok so not his dad then."

Buck shook his head.

"He also has a brother but I don't even know his name." he rubbed a hand over his face. "I don't even know the name of my boyfriend's brother." he said dejected. "What if he dies? I don't know his family, I've only met a few of his work friends at Harbor, and I don't know any of his friends outside of work. Nobody would even let me know when the funeral is. I don't even know if he would want a funeral. I barely know my own boyfriend!"

He was spiralling and well on his way to a panic attack.

"Hey, hey, calm down." Eddie did his best to snap him out of it by squeezing his shoulder and making him look at him. "Tommy is not going to die ok? He's the one that called 911 after the accident. He had a head wound and they had to cut him out of the car because his leg got pinned. But he was bitching about his truck getting ruined and how it would take him ages to get it back in working order so he was definitely conscious when they got him out. "

Buck made himself take a few deep breaths to compose himself. Tommy worrying about his car was good. That meant he was awake and conscious enough to know what was happening.

"What kind of head wound? Was it bad?"

"Not as bad as it could have been." Eddie told him after a beat and Buck knew he was choosing his words carefully so he wouldn't freak him out. A move straight from the LAFD handbook.

"What does that even mean? There was no brain matter on the airbag?"

Eddie rolled his eyes at his friend's dramatics.

"The idiot hit Tommy's side pretty hard. Almost flipped us over. We got knocked around the car pretty bad and he hit his head on... something. I don't know, it all happened really fast."

Buck nodded and just about managed to stop himself from shaking Eddie to give him more details.

"I think I passed out for a few minutes... because the next thing I remember is Tommy asking for my phone, well... more like demanding, because he couldn't find his." Eddie continued, scrunching up his face trying to remember more details. "I think he used my phone to call 911... but I don't know what happened to it." He looked around. "They haven't given me my stuff yet."

"I'll go find someone..." Buck moved to stand up but Eddie stopped him.

"The phone can wait. We need to figure out what we're going to do about Tommy."

"What do you mean what we're going to do about Tommy? I'm not family, they won't let me see him."

"I know... but maybe we can figure out a way around that. That nurse from before likes me... maybe if I flirt with her a little she'll tell me what room he's in? Or how he's doing?"

"Just how hard did you hit your head in the crash? I think you have a concussion. That's never going to work."

"Hey, I'm charming and sexy! I'm hot!"

"I've seen you puking up your guts after bad sushi and hungover and praying in Spanish on my bathroom floor after you decided to mix beer and tequila. You are neither charming or sexy."

"Well you try it then! Or maybe one of the male nurses will be easier to persuade."

"I'm not going to flirt with a guy to get info on my boyfriend!" Buck said exasperated and stood up. "I'm just going to calmly talk to the nurses again and explain the situation... maybe they can tell me who his emergency contact is. Maybe it's his brother and I can introduce myself and he can tell me how Tommy is doing."

Eddie mumbled something under his breath but Buck ignored him and went in search for someone who could tell him more about Tommy.

He was almost at the nurses station when he heard a familiar name.

"I'm here for Thomas Kinard. I got a call he was in an accident."

"Are you family?"

"I might as well be." Buck had a clear view of the man now but he didn't recognise him. "I'm his emergency contact. You called me."

"Name?"

"Sal Deluca. Salvatore."

The nurse typed something on her computer.

"He was in a car accident. Suspected fractured pelvis, head laceration, suspected broken ribs and open tibia fracture, as well as suspected ruptured spleen. He's in surgery now." She told the man. "You can take a seat here and someone will come update you when they can."

The man looked like he wanted to argue with the nurse but apparently decided it wasn't worth it and just sat down on a nearby chair and took his phone out of his pocket. He tapped the screen and put the phone up to his ear.

"Hey, it's me." he paused to listen. "No I haven't seen him yet. He's in surgery. Pretty banged up. He's gonna need help when he gets out. We can't let him go back to his place on his own." Another pause. "I don't know, Gina." A slight irritation in his voice. "We'll figure it out when the time comes." another pause and a sigh. "Yeah. I'll call you when I know more. Yeah. Love you too. Bye."

Buck watched him put his phone away and sit back in the chair. It was now or never. He took a deep breath and walked up to the man.

"Hi... uhm... you don't know me but...-"

"Look, man, let me stop you there. If you're the one that hit my buddy and want to clear your conscience now or something, don't bother, I'm not interested. He'll probably forgive you when he's awake, because he's an idiot like that, but don't come to me with that shit."

"What? No. Tha-that's not... I'm Evan Buckley. Tommy is my boyfriend."

The man sat up.

"You're Evan?"

"Yes... Has Tommy mentioned me?"

"Yeah. Hasn't stopped talking about you for the past few months. I feel like I know you better than my own wife by now."

"Oh... I uh... h-he hasn't told me a-about you..." Buck stammered.

"Of course not." The man rolled his eyes. "We've been friends for over 20 years, he's my both daughters' godfather, but he won't tell his new boyfriend about me." he continued sarcastically. "I guess he just wanted to make sure you're not an asshole like the last idiot he dated. Andrew really fucked him up."

"Y-yeah..." Buck agreed, not wanting to let on he didn't have a clue who Andrew was.

The man stood up and offered Buck his hand.

"I'm Sal. Were you in there with him?"

"No, my best friend was. They were going to Vegas to watch a fight." Buck explained and filled him in on the details.

Sal turned out to be easy enough to talk to once he'd decided Buck was alright, and the two of them talked about Tommy, the job, the 118, and the grudge Sal still held against Bobby.

After some time, a tired looking doctor came to update them on Tommy's condition and a nurse took them up to the floor so they could see him.

"One visitor at a time." she warned them.

"You go first." Buck told Sal who shook his head and pushed him towards the door.

"He's not going to want to see me, trust me. You go sit with him, I'll go update my wife."

Buck wanted to protest but Sal was already walking away and tapping his phone screen. He looked through the little window in the door and saw Tommy, looking way too small and frail for a man his size.

His leg was in a cast and there were various bandages around his head and body. He glanced at the monitor beside the bed and watched the lines move with Tommy's heartbeat before gently opening the door and going in.

He grabbed the chair from the corner of the room and sat down as close to the bed he could get. He watched Tommy's chest rise and fall with each breath and carefully took his hand in his.

"Hey... You scared the shit out of me..." he said softly. "I got the call about Eddie and I jumped in my car right away... And Eddie's fine, he'll be alright... But they wouldn't tell me anything about you. I didn't even know if you were alive." He brought Tommy's hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over the knuckles. "When you get out of here, we need to talk." he said and winced at how it sounded. "Not... not like that. I'm not breaking up with you. I just... our jobs are dangerous you know. And next time you get injured on the job... or just... anything happens to you... I want to know what happened. I want to be able to come see you without Eddie thinking he can flirt with a nurse and convince her to let me." He laughed a little. "You know that would never have worked."

The next few hours went by in a blur. Tommy woke up a few times but was way too out of it to have anything resembling a conversation, Sal dipped in and out of the room, and even Eddie had come by to check on Tommy.

The hours turned into days, and the days turned into a week. Tommy's condition had improved enough for him to be moved onto a regular ward and for the dose of the heavy painkillers to be lowered so he was awake for longer periods of time and more aware of what was happening around him.

And also getting more and more annoyed by the fact he couldn't move around as freely as he'd like, practically begging the nurses to get him a pair of crutches even if he was nowhere near well enough for that.

"Hey there sleeping beauty, welcome back to the land of the living. If you wanted to see me that badly, you could have just picked up the phone, you know? You didn't have to crash your car." Sal joked when he walked back into Tommy's room after updating his wife and checking in at work on day 8.

"You know me, always had a flair for the dramatic." Tommy replied and gave him a tired smile. "How are the girls? Evan said you went to call Gina."

"They're fine. Torey wants to come see her uncle T but we talked her down to facetime when you're feeling better."

"Yeah... when these bruises clear up... and the stitches come out. Or can be covered up somehow. I don't want to scare her." Tommy said, gesturing to his head. He was looking a whole lot better than when he'd first been brought in but the bruises were only just starting to fade.

"She's seen you first thing in the morning before you've had your coffee, she can handle a couple of bruises."

Buck sat back and let the two of them talk. He'd gotten to know Sal a little over the past week or so and he liked the guy. Even if he was still kind of intimidated by him.

But it was clear he cared about Tommy and Buck was happy Tommy had a best friend like him. Someone who would drop everything to be there for him. Someone who would always have his back.

Though it was also frustrating that between Sal, the hospital staff, Tommy's crew from Harbor, and various members of the 118, Buck had barely had a moment alone with him.

And he didn't need an audience for what he wanted to tell him.

"I promised Torey I'd take her up to see the lights."

"So save it for her next birthday." Sal argued and Buck realised he'd zoned out and didn't have a clue what they were talking about. "Or wait until she turns 21 and take her to Vegas."

"Oh sure. 'happy birthday sweetheart, you'll get your present in 11 years' I'm sure she'll understand." Tommy said sarcastically and Sal laughed.

"You know she'll remember. And then Bella will want to go too when she turns 21. So you better make sure you get back in that chopper so you can take my girls to Vegas when they're old enough."

Tommy groaned.

"When Isabella is 21, I'll be..." he shook his head. "I don't want to think about that."

Sal sat back in his chair.

"They grow up way too fast." he settled on. "Feels like only yesterday that she couldn't even wrap her little hand all the way around my finger, and now she's talking about inviting boys to her birthday party."

Buck did his best to focus on the conversation, even if he didn't know Sal's family, but he kept zoning out and his eyelids were getting heavy. He hadn't exactly had a good night's sleep at Tommy's bedside, and now the worst seemed to be behind them, the lack of sleep was starting to catch up to him.

"Evan." someone squeezed his hand. "Evan, hey, wake up."

"Wha-what?" he blinked the sleep from his eyes and sat up straighter. "I'm here, I'm awake. I'm here. Are you ok?" he searched Tommy's face for any sign of discomfort or even pain."

"I'm ok. But you just fell asleep sitting up. Why don't you go home to get some rest. in an actual bed."

Buck frowned.

"I'm not leaving you. I'm fine. I just... closed my eyes for a second. I'm fine now, I promise."

"You sound like my daughter when she doesn't want to go to bed." Sal cut in. "She's 8. And I usually pick her up and throw her over my shoulder and take her to bed anyway. So don't try me, Buckley."

Tommy laughed a little but then turned serious.

"Evan, you're exhausted. Why don't you call Howie to take you home. Just for a couple of hours." he pleaded. "I've got Sal here to keep me company, and all these wires stuck to me so they can make sure I'm alright... I'm ok now, I promise. It's your turn to rest now."

"I'm fine." Buck insisted. "I'll get a coffee from the machine later. I'm fine."

"Evan..."

"Tommy, I love you, but please stop trying to get me to leave. I'm not leaving until you are." Buck told him, and brushed a kiss over Tommy's knuckles to emphasise his point.

"Ev... I... You... Did you... mean... that...?"

"I'm not leaving you."

"Not that... the... other thing..."

"The other thing?" Buck mumbled and tried to replay the last part of their conversation in his mind. Tommy, I love you. "Oh... t-that... I..."

"It's ok. You don't have to explain. You're exhausted, I get it. It's fine." Tommy rambled.

"No, I... I... did.. do... mean it. I just... didn't... realise?"

"I'm going to... go buy some cigarettes." Sal said and got up, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair.

"You don't smoke." Tommy pointed out.

"I'll start." Sal replied and left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving the two men alone.

"Are you cold? Do you want me to fluff up your pillow? Do you want some water? Do you want me to go so you can sleep?" Buck rambled, fussing with Tommy's blanket.

"Evan... tell me... did you mean it? It's fine if you didn't. I can handle it. Just tell me. It's alright. We're just having fun, right? You didn't sign up for all of this. It's fine. You can just go. I'll call you when I'm better. Maybe we can go to that club you found online the other day. I mean, it's gonna be a while before I can dance again but... -"

"Tommy!" Buck interrupted. "Shut up. Please." he carefully sat down on the bed next to Tommy's hip and put his hand on his uninjured leg. "I did mean it. I just... didn't mean to just blurt it out like that. I wanted to make it romantic. Maybe a candlelit meal at home. Some music playing in the background, maybe a nice glass of wine... and then I'd take your hand..." he paused to do just that. "And I'd look into your eyes. And I'd tell you that these past few months have been amazing, That you have been amazing. That you make me happier than I ever thought I could be." he carefully leaned in to press a kiss to Tommy's lips. "And then I'd tell you I love you. I love you so much. And then in a perfect world, you'd say it back and we'd have the best night of our lives."

Tommy smiled.

"That sounds amazing. And I love you too."

"You do?"

"Yeah. It's kind of scary... I've never felt this way about anyone before... and definitely not this quickly... but yeah, yes I do love you Evan."

Buck leaned in for another kiss.

"I really wish we could do more right now. I wish I could hold you." he gently ran his hand up and down Tommy's good arm.

"I know... Me too."

"When you get out of here, I'm going to cook for you. All of your favourite foods. I even found a recipe for spumoni online and I'm going to make it for you." Buck promised. "It probably won't be as good as your grandma's, though, but I’ll settle for second place." he joked.

"I'm sure I'll love it. Because I love you."

"I love you too." Buck replied. "And I could really get used to hearing you say that."

"Good thing I'm planning on saying it a lot then."

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*Girl who hit post limit at 2 pm earlier today voice* Hi guys :0

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A Deal ( Ryomen Sukuna X Reader )

Part 5

part 6 here.

Part 4 here.

a/n: I hope you enjoy this part as well, sorry for taking too long to post this chap. →Since I didn't choose the ending yet, would you like a HAPPY ending ( with either Sukuna / Gojo ) or ANGST ??? ✨

you can vote here concerning the ending

Warnings: SMUT NSFW MDNI , oral sex giving 🔞⚠️

“I won't allow it.. Y/n won't leave with you” said Sukuna as his intimidating form approached both of you.

Turning his hands into fists, “With this treasure.. I summon..” started Megumi, but you quickly stopped him, and stood in front of him.

“Hah! summoning Mahoraga? is this how you thank me for giving you your body back.. completely harmless? how foolish” Mocked Sukuna.

“HE WILL LEAVE” you said, trying to protect Megumi, you turned around facing him “Go Megumi I-”

“No, not without you..”

“No please, trust me” you whispered, giving him a comforting smile.

One of Sukuna's four arms reached yours, pulling you to stand next to him. His second arm wrapped tightly around your waist,

“See Megumi! she is my property now..so you better leave before my mercy fades away”

You gulped as Sukuna started threatening your bestfriend, your eyes pleading him to leave this cursed place. You nodded trying to tell him that you'll be okay. Finally, after putting all of your nerves on the edge, Megumi left.

A wave of relief and depression washed over you. Relieved that Megumi is finally free, safe and soon he'll be reunited with your loved ones. But depressed because now you're utterly and completely alone. Before despite Sukuna taking control over Megumi's body, you still can feel him there, hiding somewhere deep.

A teat rolled down your cheek, oh how much you wanted to leave with him, and pretend that all of what happened was just a nasty nightmare and finally you'll be in Gojo's embrace all safe and sound.

“You agreed to let me see them one last time, why did you change your mind now?” you said in a monotone, eyes looking down.

“Huh? who said I changed my mind? I'm keeping my promise, but you won't go woth Megumi cuz I'm the one who'll be taking you, wait for you and leave again with you” he explained.

“Aren't you scared that Jujutsu sorcerers might execute you? you know they'd be prepared” you asked

“Me? scared of humans? Don't be silly now little one” he answered in a mocking low-tone.

His grip tightened around you, his other arms turned your body, your chest bumping with his. The moment you made eye contact with his glowing red eyes, electricity ran through your system, heart almost jumping out of your throat, his huge up close form scared you away and now you realize how silly you were to ask a stupid question like that...He is indeed the King Of Curses.

You flinched away but he held you in place,

“No don't be scared now, kitten. You know I won't kill you” he laughed enjoying your intimidated face, “I'll keep on sparing your soul as long as you keep behaving like the good girl you are ..right ? my sorcerer? ”he added.

Your hands shaking, forehead dripping with cold sweats, you couldn't do anything but nod.

“W-when are we g-going?” you managed to ask.

“Tomorrow night ..I take you to Jujutsu high”

A flame of hope lit up in your heart, maybe Jujutsu sorceress do something maybe, Gojo doesn't hold back like last time cuz it was Megumi's body and kill Sukuna this time. Maybe finally he'll free you from your misery, and wakes you up from this horrible nightmare, so you can live in your sweet dream that you've had with Satoru.

His long fingers reached your face, running his sharp fingernails on your soft skin and your jawline leaving a trace,

“But for now why don't you focus on me” he started.

“not again” you thought to yourself, you were already sore he just fucked you moments ago, your legs still shaking. As much as he filled you with pleasure you won't let him inside you this time.

“Don't you want to have a taste of this?” he added, taking off what was covering his bottom side revealing his two huge cocks.

You almost shocked at the sight if them, your mind running with thoughts wondering if he could fit both of them in your little hole. If he does, he won't only stretch you out he will tear you in half.

As much as you hate it, you couldn't help all the nasty ideas you've got only by one look, eager to test it.

“Like what you see? now why don't you get on your knees and please me? this body must be worshipped by someone and that someone is..you” he smiled,

as he sat on the edge of the bed pushing you down in a kneeling position,

“Let me see you struggle to fit all of this inside your pretty mouth”

Your hands found their way around his first cock while your mouth welcomed his second. Your fingers ran along his hardening length, rubbing it. Trying to please both of them equally.

His hand held the back of your head pushing you forward making his dick go deep inside your throat, making you choke and gag, tears forming in your eyes as you struggled to suck all of him.

Groans and low growls escaped his mouth from all the pleasure, throwing his head back driven by the thoughts of you swallowing his real body's seeds,

“Come on little sorcerer... don't fucking stop”

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to yours, jongho

ateez busker! jongho x gn! reader fluff, angst wc: 1.8k warnings: injured reader (wheelchair-user and is said, described a few times) a/n: another inspired by one episode in the kdrama called 'tomorrow'; song has no connection to the storyline! only this song was used for the plot in the kdrama itself, and it's good! + lyrics used in the fic are from random songs, i will input it after the fic. thank you!

"How was everyone's day today? It's almost time to finally rest our eyes and end the day. There is a saying by Talmud, that rather regretting things that happened, regret the things that have yet to happen and haven't done yet. The last song for today is..."

The lady behind the radio solemnly introduces the song but it quickly fades as the bus zooms away, leaving you alone under the heavy drops of the pouring rain.

Just there. Sitting on the your wheelchair beside the bus stop, letting yourself get rained on, hopeless, tears mixing with the drops of rain in your cheeks. It was almost midnight and not even going home was on your mind, nor finding a shelter to be under in.

It felt like it was you against the world. The only thing that made you happy, dancing, was now impossible and out of reach just because of a single injury.

You glance at your casted foot and braced knee, prompting more tears to flow out of your eyes. You thought you've ran out of tears when you got your injury, your eyes seemed to always prove you wrong.

Your thoughts come to a stop when someone reaches out an umbrella over you, letting the rain fall on his back. You reluctantly and emotionlessly face the person, quietly asking him what he needed.

Surely, he's not a thief- if he wasn't dumb enough to see you still on your hospital dress.

"I'm busking near Han River tomorrow night, same time. Do you want to come?" He tries to be cheerful as he offered, his voice soft.

"Sorry. I don't have time for that." You turn, ignoring his presence again and facing in front.

"You have a whole day to decide, you shouldn't give me an answer now. It feels like you're not interested and it hurts. Do I look like I'm not a good singer?" He jokes around, but your face doesn't even budge for a small smile. He awkwardly coughs, regaining his composure. "Come on, I'll give you a VIP spot, just for you!"

"I told you I don't have tim-,"

"If you go around the corner of the convenience store there, you'll find me. Not if it's raining this hard, though! I'll have to cancel and move it to the next night. I'm a pretty famous busker there, so make sure you go early! I'm expecting you!" He blabbers, almost not making you understand.

He quickly hands you his umbrella and runs through the rain, crossing the road safely as your eyes only follow him.

When he's out of sight, your eyes trail to his umbrella, yellow brightly lighting under the lamp post.

Tomorrow's another day. Written on one side of the umbrella, with a drawing of a sun plastered beside the words, you sigh.

"Right. Another day."

It felt like it was just a blink. Did you even sleep? You rise on your hospital bed, finally zoning back in reality.

"Good you're awake. I just finished your discharge papers. Secretary Jeong will be outside after you've changed. I need to go to my office for more paperworks. Make sure you're not a pain in the ass like last night." Your mom only carelessly caresses your hair before leaving, leaving you on your bed.

Your eyes trail outside the window, sun brightly beaming its last hour.

You sigh, calling a nurse to help you around to change your clothes instead. When you were done, you were assisted out of the ward in a wheelchair, getting passed onto your family's secretary.

By the time you got home, there was nothing to do but to stare outside the window. Doors locked, eyes were on you 24/7. The sun sets in front of your eyes and it makes you dread the incoming day once again, the moon isn't even up yet.

You hear a knock outside your door, but you didn't bother even answering, knowing all too well that it didn't matter if you did. They'll force their way in, anyway.

"It's Secretary Jeong, y/n, it's late and you haven't taken any meals for today." The second you glance at the clock, it was already eight in the evening. Your eyes go back to the window, and the moon was already up. Although you swore you just saw the sun setting a minute ago. "Do you want anything?"

The secretary doesn't even expect any answer from you, but stays behind you anyway.

"Fresh air. Outside." You simply say, not even glancing at the secretary.

"You know I can't do that."

"Then try not asking next time." The oh-so-sweet attitude of yours was now long gone. As you glared at the window after being ticked-off, Secretary Jeong sighs.

"Fine. As long as this doesn't reach your mom, okay? And please, no wheeling away."

You and Jeong, as you like to call him, drive to the nearest park in your house, which is coincidentally the Han river park.

He takes you around to get the fresh air you've been wanting, holding your wheelchair tightly at all times. You do nothing and plan nothing but to admire the night view, trying to cheer yourself up.

"..Mic check, mic check..." A loud and clear voice followed by numerous cheers perk your interest in one corner of the park, and you let out a small chuckle. Jeong double checks if he hears right, furrowing his brows.

Your eyes wander around and you see the convenience store in another corner, and a forming crowd in another side.

"Right. Can I watch?" You go back to having a poker face, glancing at him. He reluctantly nods and pushes your wheelchair on a side where the crowd can't trample on you, but the singer is visible anyway.

"Then, I'll start now. Please look and listen to us prettily," He smiles and points at the people behind him having cajon and a piano on the side. He looks around first with the goal of finding someone before sighing and prepping.

A rose blossoming among the concrete Please be alive Thrive and grow, don’t snap A blanket of thorns How tough it must’ve been Thank you for standing strong

He starts off solemn, cheery. He gains a few more people to listen and interestingly look at him, singing along and waving along. The lyrics hit you like a brick, making you sigh. You enjoy the way the words flow out of his lips melodically, like it was so easy to do in real life.

“I didn’t want any of this” I can say I can hate but nothing will change Looking back now I see the me with eyes forward Standing strong getting’ by moment to moment Didn’t think much just believed in me ... I’m a rose among the concrete Until this bleak city becomes filled with color I’ll keep my head up, stand my ground until the very end Until they get drunk off of my scent and smile

When he finished the song, he gained a loud cheer and applause, making him shyly succumb behind the thin mic stand while muttering continuous thank you's.

"Okay. That was our first song," He smiles, eyes still looking around. When he finally sees someone sat on a wheelchair just behind the crowd, he finally heaves a sigh of relief and smiles at you. "It's not the end of the world. You can bloom even in the smallest things, unexpected places. You can cry, you can take a break. As long as you don't give up, the world will be a better place."

He doesn't break eye contact as he says everything, smiling at you and then back to the crowd as if he didn't do anything such as change your life by helping you.

"Okay, next song!"

Jeong takes a good look at you, because finally, after weeks, there was a smile on your face and as much as his phone was getting bombarded by your mother's calls, he couldn't care a second.

"Let me finish another song and then we'll wrap up for today. Again, tonight too, it has been Choi Jongho, everybody. Thank you!" All that mattered was his name. He still introduced the ones that came with him, though. You just didn't care.

Though a permanent scar May be the price of holding you I'll give my all to you, to you ... So you won't get any scars, I'll hold you Even when I'm hurt, I'll guard you No need to worry, I'm here for you Look at my smile, it's my all for you When all lights fade When I sink to the ground When I drown in despair I'll still hold you close

"Did you enjoy? I thought you didn't have time?" Jongho, after fixing his things and bidding goodbye to his group, has come and smile brightly at you. "I told you I had a place for you. If you came a it earlier and where I can see you, I would've placed you there beside us."

Jeong only walks a few steps away in confusion for your privacy, still keeping his eyes on you.

"Who did you come with? Who's he?" Jongho curiously looks at the man, and Jeong only looks back. When he gets no answer, he takes his eyes back on you. "Are you that starstruck?"

"Thank you." You smile, "I actually didn't remember until awhile ago, when I was already here and you were already starting. I'm glad I wanted fresh air. I'm glad I was taken here. I'm glad to hear you sing. But most importantly, I'm glad that you had the most melodic voice I ever heard." You joke around, chuckling. He also laughs wholeheartedly, smiling at you.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it too, then."

"Those songs too... Thank you. I'm not saying you sang it for me, but it definitely did its part for me. So thank you, Mister Choi Jongho." He gives you a small smile and extends his hand for you to shake.

"I believe I deserve an incentive." He sharply inhales and glares jokingly at you.

"Oh. Right. I don't have anything on me, but Jeong will." You were about to signal for Jeong when he takes your hand, shaking it.

"I was joking. Your name will do. So let's start again. Hi, I'm Choi Jongho and you're...?" Jongho smiles expectantly, waiting for you.

As your name slips out of your lips, he shakes your hand mumbles a nice to meet you.

"Don't you think you owe me another one for my umbrella?" He shakes his head, looking down on his feet. You chuckle, asking him what he wanted.

"Is it finally money because I can call Jeong,"

"Your number and maybe a few dates?" He mumbles, looking wherever except your eyes.

It takes you a few seconds before you break into a genuine smile, reaching for his phone in his hand.

"There." You give it back to him and he squeals internally, giddily on his toes and checking his phone.

"Okay, maybe that umbrella- I just found it on the lost and found area. But it served great purpose!" You gasp at the confession, finally laughing at your heart's content.

Because finally, even when you thought your world has just been broken down to pieces, an angel has come and saved you.

h1key - rose blossom young k - guard you

*i got all english lyrics from genius!

[athanza]

Starlett - Final part

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, romance, some fluff

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

2077

That night, after dinner, Irene found Cooper on the sofa with Janey asleep on his lap, watching an old noire film with the volume down low.

"Thank you very much for dinner Mr. H- Cooper." She corrected herself, speaking low so as not to wake Janey. "It was lovely."

He looked up as she walked over. "It was no trouble at all. Janey loved having you here."

She smiled at his daughters sleeping face as she sat down on the edge of the sofa. "You've got a good kid there."

He looked down at her proudly. "Yeah, I sure do."

"She reminds me of my baby sister, she lives with my folks in Sacramento. I don't get to see her much anymore with my work and everything with Frank and Lee. It'll be good to see her again."

"How long has it been?"

"Almost 2 years. I know my sister resents me for how much I'm away, but hopefully that'll change now that I'll be away from Frank, at least until the divorce proceedings." She sighed with uneasiness.

"You'll be fine." Said Cooper encouragingly. "You're stronger than you think."

"Ditto." She smiled warmly. "And don't worry about Janey, you both love her so much. She'll understand when she's older, I promise."

He smiled, touched by her words. "Thank you."

She looked into his eyes and saw something she never had, a good man, a man who loves unconditionally and stands up for his family.

She, just for a moment, imagined what it would be like if he was her husband instead of Frank, if Janey were their daughter, if this was her life and not the daily abuse she had been going home to every night.

She could feel emotions begin to well behind her eyes and she snapped out of it before she embarrassed herself.

"Well, I should get some sleep, I'll be leaving early tomorrow. Thank you again."

The warmness that emanated from her was a welcome comfort in the midst of everything that had happened in the last few months. He almost didn't want her to leave, but he couldn't let himself fall, not now, not for her. They were meant for another time, another world, not this one.

"Irene?" Said Cooper, stopping her before she left. "This whole thing with Vault Tec...something's happening, something I'm not sure we'll ever come back from.

You're free from it now. Whatever's coming...it won't be worth giving up your happiness."

What he said about Vault Tec concerned her, not that it was surprising, but he was right about her happiness, he was right about everything. She wasn't going to be held back any longer.

"Thank you." She said, smiling softly.

2296

The sky was still dark when he left the cave. He'd covered Irene with whatever he could find to try to conceal her from raiders, hoping nothing else would find her while he was gone.

He knew there was a clinic in this area somewhere but whether it had anything left in it was a gamble.

As he made his way hastily through the area, he couldn't stop thinking about her and it just made him angry, 219 years of trying to become the monster that he had to be in order to survive, only for her to show up and remind him of that warmth that he'd long since forgotten. It made him weak, but he couldn't let her die, not now.

He heard movement up ahead, two men laughing drunkenly as they stumbled to find somewhere to relieve themselves.

Raiders.

The cages and skewered bodies around the building were a dead give-away and their little base just happened to be the clinic he was looking for.

Jackpot. They definitely had a stash in there somewhere.

The two men separated to find somewhere to piss but just as one got comfortable, Cooper blast his head off and took the other one out just a split second later.

"Oh HELL no!" Came a voice from the doorway of the clinic.

Without hesitation, Cooper shot him too, a bloody mess left on the door frame behind where he had been standing.

He stormed inside, his pump-action shotgun in hand, willing to use up all of his ammo to get what he needed.

Bullets and wood chips were flying every which way, and he took a bullet or two, but it took him no time at all to obliterate every person in that building.

He searched hastily for supplies, and when he found a first aid box full of stimpaks and cotton thread, he grabbed it and left, picking up several blood packs on his way out.

2077

The next morning, Irene was up early, her bag already in her car when Cooper came out to meet her.

"You weren't kiddin' about leavin' early." He said, the clock in the hallway reading 7:12am.

"I thought it'd be best if I left earlier rather than later."

He knew why. He didn't argue.

"Give this to Janey for me, would you? I noticed she liked it and I know it'll be in good hands."

She handed Cooper a silver locket with a daisy engraved delicately on the front.

He looked at it a bit surprised. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I don't much care for it anymore. It'll be more appreciated with her." She smiled.

She did one last check of her purse to make sure she had everything and the tention in the air was starting to thicken. When she knew she had everything, she looked back up at him.

"Cooper?" She asked. "Do me a favour and don't let the world harden that heart of yours, ok? That part of people is important, even if it makes us feel weak, always remember that, ok?"

She leant forward and kissed his cheek. "See you 'round cowboy."

She smiled at him one last time before getting in her car, and as he watched her drive away he felt his heart ache a little. He would miss her, her warm smiles, and how she made Janey laugh, but it wasn't meant to be, and he knew that.

2296

He pulled off the foliage covering her now pale body and opened the case.

Her breathing was shallow and laboured, a puddle of blood underneath her that had started to coagulate.

He used one of the stimpaks, then another, then another until he had used all six, then pulled out the thread and started sewing up the deep gashes on her side that were sticky with blood.

He remembered the last time he saw her, her smile, the kiss. He remembered watching her drive away and wishing she hadn't. He remembered the last things she said to him.

"...don't let the world harden that heart of yours, ok? That part of people is important, even if it makes us feel weak..."

When he finished sewing, he hung up one of the blood bags and attached the long tube to her arm.

He was still and focused, hoping he wasn't too late, his hands now covered in her blood.

When she woke up after only a few minutes, she saw him sitting by the fire beside her and smiled sleepily.

"Hey there cowboy."

The End

[mayuichi]

“... I didn't meant what I said.„

Saigiku Jouno x Reader Warning: unhealthy relationship behaviors (sorry I can't see Jouno be capable to have a healthy relationship with anybody)

Note : I skipped yesterday in my everyday fic because of some sickness, so I have to post twice today woohoo! I really hope I'll feel better soon ughhh

Art from the anime.

Despite the blanket covering your lap, you keep shivering from the cool air. Autumn slowly letting place to winter, December becoming colder day by day. It was one of the snowy days today. Those days you would love to spend home with your boyfriend.

Speaking of which, it was getting late, night already settled down. Yet he still isn't home. It isn't even surprising, he is part of the Hunting Dogs after all. You're used for him to get home extremely late, if just not coming home at all.

Sitting on the sofa, looking at some stupid TV show to pass the time, you're reading a book at the same time. You just want some background noises to not suffocate from the silence. You work too, of course, but your shift finishes at 5pm. It's already been two hours you're trying to kill time.

You have been waiting long enough, you're pretty sure he won't come home anytime soon. Placing down your book and turning the TV off, you make your way to the kitchen. Once again, you'd make food only for yourself. How long has it been since your last meal together ? A bit too long.

Picking each ingredient carefully, you start making yourself dinner, every so often glancing toward the window in case you'd see him come home. While waiting for the cooking to be over, checking from time to time in the oven, you pick your phone.

“I'll lock the front door. Be careful to not wake me up when you'll come home, if you even do. I have to wake up early tomorrow.„

You're pretty sure he won't even read it now. There has always been some ups and downs in between you, but it's been a while since the last good time. You couldn't help but doubt his words again. You sigh, feeling helpless.

Eating alone, you use once more the TV as only company. Does he love me? You question your own mind, knowing damn well it'll only hurt you further. But those questions keep repeating themselves in your mind until the next day.

Even throuhough your shift. You're tensed, so anxious it needs to end. He hasn't answered your last text, and didn't even went home.

Walking home, your head low, you don't want to see anyone. Holding the end of your scarf, you hurry back home. The cold air reddening your nose and ears, your fingers taking a blue tint. You even struggle to open your door, your hands shaking.

Rapidly closing the door behind you, you rub your hands against one another, yearning for some warmth. Without undoing your scarf or jacket, you make your way to the kitchen to make yourself a hot chocolate, only to see a tall figure waiting against the cupboard.

He is facing you, his arms crossed as a smirk adorned his face. “I can feel that you missed me, didn't you ?„ he hums. It isn't truly a question, he already knows the answer. Yet you don't plan on giving him one.

He raises an eyebrow when he hears your steps leaving to the bedroom, where you take off your scarf, jacket and shoes. He follows you close. “Aren't you planning on answering me ? Is it too much to ask to your little self?„

His smirk widens when he feels your heartbeat increase. He absolutely loves the way he can play your emotions like an instrument. So easy to read, and to control. “If you can't even utter a word, then what's the purpose of my presence. I thought you'd jump in my arms. Or perhaps... You don't truly love me ?„

He steps closer and closer, until his slender figure is hovering you, almost pinning you against the wall. Fluttering your eyes shut, anxiety rising in your body, your voice almost breaking as you speak. “I.. should be the one asking you that..„

He huffs in response, unsure of what you are trying to tell him. He brings his fingers under your chin. “Go ahead, word your thoughts then. I am all ears, darling.„

Your breath itchs in your throat. Feeling his soft yet hot breath against your nose, you muttered in a shy voice. “... I know your work asks you a lot of your time but.. You don't even text me...„

You see his expression not faltering even in the slightless. Instead, he just pulls away, sighing in disappointment. “Are you that needy ? Greedy for attention ? You should've known better when you desired to be with me. If you can't keep up, then I might just leave.„

His words sink in your mind. You turn your head away, barely capable to answer. “... I understand...„ it took you all your might to not let your voice break, but he knows better. He knows deep down you're dying from his words.

And even if he feels regret, speaking and admitting them out loud is another thing. He watches as you make your way to the living room, where you snuggle under the blanket and turn the TV on. He has always been cruel, but never going to that extend. Never expressing anything about leaving.

What if he truly does ? Would it make him feel better ? But you, in all that ? Does he think about how you feel ? You endured all his words, and his sadist behavior all the time, for only little to no comforting moment. You just have to handle it. Yet you are at your breaking point.

Drowning your sorrow and pain in that stupid show. It's all you can do if you don't want your mind to make you suffocate. The night quickly arrives, and with that, the cold breeze from the open window too.

Too absorbed into forgetting your aching heart, you don't hear the footsteps making their way to close the window. “Darling,„ his tone surprisingly sweet. “Here. I wouldn't want you to freeze.„

He places a hot chocolate in front of you on the coffee table, sitting down next to you. He doesn't try to touch you in any way though, surely knowing it isn't the time for it. You stare at the gentle treat he gives you.

You hesitantly reach for the cup, feeling its warmth spreading through your hands. You see him pick the TV remote to lower the volume. He lets out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

“... Why do you act so kind suddenly ?„ you breath out, quietly blowing on the hot chocolate before taking a sip. You can hear him gulp. Perhaps he feels remorse now..

“... I didn't meant what I said.„ it's so hard for him to admit he's wrong. It makes you giggle, and you don't hide it, which makes him have a faint blush. He clears his throat, “... Don't laugh like that. It isn't fun.„

“Yet it would've been if I were the one to apologise.„ you sigh, keeping your eyes on that sweet drink he made you. He leans over you, his head almost resting on your shoulder.

“... I promise to make an effort, but please, don't leave yet. I want you to stay. It's better with you.„ it's the first time he shows himself being vulnerable. Yet, everyone has insecurities and weak side, right ? But he doesn't want anyone to see it. You're the only exception.

“If you don't push me to leave again, then... I won't. I love you also for your harsh words, but.. Just, don't make me feel like I'm a burden.„

He presses a gentle kiss on your cheek. You hope he'll change his behavior, but you can't be sure he will. You just allow yourself to doubt. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, rubbing it in a comforting gesture.

“You can't be a burden. You make me have another purpose than just serve for justice. You make me feel alive.„

/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ mayuichi's property. do not repost, copy or translate it without permission.

[luvvvivii]

"i love you" — l.fl

pairing - idol!felix x gn!reader

genre - fluff, imagine

wc - 705

warnings - not proofread (surprise surprise), a bunch of pet names used (my love, angel, dear), lmk if more

a/n - I'm back suckas!!! 😋 enjoy this small felix post whilst I start to get back into the groove of writing (also abt the writing, times next to the date is in readers time zone)

synopsis - in which your idol boyfriend sends you voice notes whilst he's away

02.16.23 — 1:05 am

"good morning dear. actually, I think it's night for you right now? you better be asleep, alright? haha, it feels odd not being able to speak to each other how we usually would, doesn't it? but I guess this is what idol life is like? *chuckle* anyways, how was your day? did you do anything fun today? I hope you're eating good as well…I might head out for a bit with chan, so I'll talk with you later? sweet dreams angel. I love you!"

02.17.23 — 6:37 pm

"hey yn, you're asleep right? this is usually when you have your evening naps. don't be taking an all nighter again after this, though. I know you really like that show but sleep is important too you know? *chuckle*...today is day one of our concert in melbourne. I'm back in australia after so long, and I'm super excited! it's a shame I can't be here with you right now, but at least I can still update you and stuff. I can't wait to meet even more stays—oh, that's minho calling. sorry yn, got to go. I'll update you all about it after! enjoy the rest of your night, I love you."

02.18.23 — 12:53 pm

"hey dear, have you eaten yet? sorry I couldn't send any voice notes this morning, I woke up late and had to rush. day two of our concert was amazing! oh gosh, I wish you were here. hey, I don't think I told you about the dream I had last night, did I? well, we were just about to head to sydney for our tour there, and then suddenly you gave us a surprise visit! that's pretty much it, I woke up after that. haha, it seemed so real I even looked around for you whilst I was still half awake! *sigh* well, I think I'm going to go to sleep now, sorry for such a boring voice note today. have a good day, I love you angel."

02.20.23 — 3:31 pm

"yn, I'm so tired. but I can't go to sleep. *laugh* I was on my phone and got completely carried away, and now it's two am!...I think I might just start yapping about something with you, like how we always do when neither of us can sleep. that's what always helps me get tired…not that I'm saying you're boring! *chuckle* what I'm trying to say is…I just feel so at ease when I know that you're listening to me talk…let's not get depressed now, haha. how is your day going dear? doing anything fun today? make sure to send pictures, I haven't been able to see your pretty face in a while. you know, I think I might head off now, starting to feel a bit drowsy. we've got day one in sydney tomorrow, so I'll probably talk to you about it all later. goodnight my love, I love you to the moon and back."

02.21.23 — 2:01 am

"yn! it's finally day one in sydney! ah, I really wish you were here right now. you'll be cheering me on from back at home, right? I know you'll be looking for videos after the concert haha. make sure to have fun today angel! and I'll make sure to pour my heart and soul into the performances for you, like I always do. sorry for this voice note being so short, but I've got to go. I love you!"

02.22.23 — 3:19am

"sydney day 2! ah, you really don't understand how overwhelming this experience is, yn. this is absolutely crazy, but I've probably already said this a ton, right? *laugh*...you know, I hope one day we can travel to australia together, and I could show you all my favourite places to go and things to do from when I was a kid. but that's saved for the future! just wait a bit longer, my love, I'll be back home faster than you can believe. and cheer me on today as well, alright! I'll do the same for you dear. I've got to go now, an exciting concert ahead. I love you."

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[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Black eyed & Blue ||

Chapter 1 - Skull & Crossed Wires

Frank Castle x Female Reader/OC

Notes: I'm posting this first short chapter in my Frank Castle and female OC/reader mini series in the hope that it will spur me on to finish it! I have some other chapters written already just need to get them where I want them and write some more. 😊

Warnings: kidnapping, blood, biting, general vampire themes, fluff & smut, frank being protective, Matt makes an appearance.

Please comment and let me know what you enjoy or would like to see as the story develops and I'll see what I can do!

Frank managed to limp his van to the nearest garage before it crapped out entirely. He had cleared it out after his latest 'road trip' back at the safe house. It wouldn't do any good if the mechanics found any of his arsenal…

He left them with the keys and said he'd check back in a couple of days. Leaving a cell number was out of the question too, he still wasn't quite comfortable leaving much of a trace even if he was now 'Pete'.

He walked up to the shop office two days later, hopeful he could throw down a few hundred and get going. A fraught looking gangly guy was having an in-depth discussion on the phone as he entered. He passively waved Frank in the direction of the garage floor, pulling the phone away from his mouth and yelling towards the doorway.

"Blue! Customer!"

Frank gave him a semi-polite nod and headed through the side door where his van was jacked up, a pair of dark blue Converse sticking out from underneath.

"Uh, right. Guess it ain't ready yet." Frank ventured.

"No shit Sherlock." A voice came from below.

"Can see why you got Shaggy on the front desk there, customer service ain't your thing huh?"

The feet peddled their way out from under the van to reveal a woman with her hair tied up out of her face with a blue bandana. She had an oil-smudged face, and chipped sky blue nail polish on her fingers. Her mouth dropped open as she pushed herself up and took in the figure of Frank standing over her.

"Oh fuck- I mean, shit! Damn! Fuck!" She winced. "I'm really sorry mister… thought you were Ray winding me up again. Sorry, I'm trying not to cuss as much but, um…"

Frank couldn't help the sly smile from spreading across his lips.

"Think you're doin' well enough. Don't you worry about it. Maybe uh, you can gimme an idea when she'll be ready?"

She got to her feet, wiping her oily hands on her dirty coveralls, which were also blue.

"Well, that's the thing. I'm still waiting for a part to come. I woulda called you to let you know but, uh, you didn't leave a number so…

"Yeah, don't have a phone." He scratched at the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Kinda hate all that tech shit y'know."

"Wow. Well, okay old man, I'm not sure exactly when it'll arrive, our supplier is vague at the best of times, I really wanna find someone better but…"

Frank couldn't help grumbling a little. He was keen to get back on the road, after all, biker gang ass wasn't gonna kick itself. "Then I guess 'i'll just keep comin' back every day till she's ready."

Blue smiled politely. "Once it's here I'll get it fixed as fast as I can but if you refuse to have a phone like us regular people I guess that's just what you'll have to do. See you tomorrow then?"

Frank nodded. "Yeah. See ya tomorrow."

The next day Frank dropped by the garage late afternoon, he'd had a particularly rough night chasing down some dregs of the Dogs of War that refused to go down easily.

"Jeez, what the heck happened to you?" Blue asked, looking up and seeing the dark bruises around his eyes as she heard him come in. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking? Those are some shiners."

"Walked into the side of the door when I got up during the night to piss. Bein' how I'm an 'old man' an all," Frank deadpanned back.

"No shit. You gotta be more careful, looks a bit like someone belted you right in the kisser!"

Frank shrugs.

"To be honest I wouldn't be too surprised if they had. Don't take this the wrong way but you've kinda got one of those punchable looking faces, mister..?"

"It's uh, Pete." Frank replies with a slight chuckle, only slightly offended. "And is that so?"

She holds out her oily hand for him to shake. "Hi Mister Pete. They call me Blue. And yeah, I mean you're real good looking and all but-" she stopped as Frank shook his head and laughed.

"Jeez, I really gotta stop running my mouth around strangers! I am so sorry…"

Frank holds up both hands giving her a smile, it had been a while since he had laughed as much. "Hey, no worries. Punchable and good lookin'? I'll take it. So, Blue, huh? No need for me to ask why I guess. "

She returns the smile, scuffing the toe of her shoe into the ground shyly. "I just like the colour."

Frank clears his throat. "So uh, there any news on that part yet?"

"Oh! Yeah, um it might be tomorrow but…"

"Might not?" Frank finishes with a slightly tense shrug.

"Yeah, really sorry about this, Pete. I'd even go as far as to offer you a free coffee in apology but our machine's bust, and even if it was working it tastes crap anyway."

"Don't worry about it. Alright well, guess I'll seeya tomorrow again."

Blue gave him a little wave. "Yeah, seeya tomorrow Old Man, hope I've got some good news for you then."

Frank just shakes his head, smiling to himself as he leaves the garage and sets off back home.

The next day, when Frank turns up, Blue's face is bright with the biggest smile, and it only got brighter as she saw what 'Pete' had in his hands.

"Hey!" She greets him animatedly and it makes him feel a little warmer inside.

Frank nods then hands her one of the carryout cups of coffee he has. "Hey, didn't know how you take it but I got some sugar and milk here too if you want, seeing as your machine is broken an all."

Blue beams, her fingers brushing briefly over his as she accepts it. "Oh, thank you so much! And no, that's great, straight up is perfect, so kind of you, thanks Pete!"

Frank shrugs. "S'nothin'."

She takes a hearty sip and then remembers what she was about to say. "Good news by the way, the part arrived this morning! I'm about to get on it right now, shouldn't take too long if you don't mind waiting?"

Frank nods, finding a space to sit nearby. "Yeah, sure, if you don't mind me watching you work."

She disappears under the van. "Actually, gives me the chance to ask what the hell you've been putting this poor van through, you gotta take more care of her if you don't want to run her into the ground."

Frank huffed. "Yeah, just been real busy, y'know, and my work takes me all kinds of places, some uh, rough terrain."

"What kind of business are you in Pete?"

He scratches the stubble under his chin. "Uh, removals, pest control, odd jobs. That kinda stuff."

"A Pete of all trades?" Blue suggests, and Frank has to laugh.

"Yeah," again he feels the rare smile stretch his face as he strokes his stubbled jaw. "Somethin' like that."

It wasn't till later, when he was on the road again rummaging through the glovebox for the map when his hand landed on the tin of sweets. He took them out, curious seeing the note stuck to the lid.

'Something to sweeten you up, old man :)

-Blue'

He chuckles to himself as he opens the tin and takes a candy.

[doudouneverte]

No Petname

a/n: i didn't want to not post anything this week so i write a little thing.

*not my GIF* (she's badass like this.Marvel bring us back our queen!!)

Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova x Sister!Reader; Kate Bishop x Little!Widow

summary: (i watched a lot of couple video on youtube) R prank her girlfriend because she's bored

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: ~1257

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The recent week was boring in the tower; you couldn't go on a mission because you got hurt on your last mission, so after an hour on your phone, you think about something. Ten minutes later, you were in Yelena's bedroom.

"So, you want to prank your girlfriend because you're bored?" your sister asked, and you nodded. "Let's go I'm in." she said. That's why you liked Yelena; she was always ready to prank anyone, and even if she liked Kate, the brunette was clearly her favorite target. "So, what did you plan?" she asked, and you smirked.

"She should come back tonight with Clint. We don't have time to set up a big thing, so I'll try to upset her by calling her by her full name." you said, and the blonde frowned her eyebrow. "She doesn’t like when someone calls her Katherine; we will see how long she could handle this." you explained, and your sister smirked. She didn't think about something so obvious.

Later this day, you were with Yelena on the couch, watching a movie with the other Avengers in the tower, when Friday told you that Kate, your girlfriend, was back from her mission with Clint. When she came in the living room, she greeted everyone and made her way next to you.

"Hey babe, I miss you." she said before she kissed your cheek. You kissed her back, and when she started to feel at home, you shocked her.

"Hey Kate, how was your mission?" you asked her, and she frowned her eyebrow. You have stopped calling her Kate since you started dating.

"Uh, well. It was more easy than they thought." she replied. Nobody said anything more, and you just finished the movie. It was still early, so Sam decided to watch another movie, and you all agreed. But before that, you wanted some snacks, so you stood up, but you didn't miss asking your girlfriend if she wanted something.

"Katherine I will grab snacks; do you want something?" you asked, and all the noises instantly disappeared. You didn't see it, but the guys started to feel uncomfortable, but Yelena and Tony smirked.

"Uh. Just a soda, thanks." she replied, and you nodded before leaving, and your blonde sister followed you. When you were in the kitchen, your girlfriend looked at Natasha. "Did I do something to her?" she asked, and your older sister was also surprised.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." the redhead said.

In the kitchen, you were packing some snacks with the help of Yelena, but she couldn't help but laugh. "You should see her face." she said, and you smirked.

"Okay, it was funny, but I don't like to see her like that." you said. "I'll make up tonight." you added, and the Russian nodded. You quickly returned to the living room and took your seat next to your favorite black-haired person after you placed the snacks on the coffee table. "And a soda for my Katherine." you said, holding her soda can. The rest of the night went well. Kate thought you just had a bad day, but tomorrow you'll be right, no?

Unfortunately, no. When she woke up, you were running your hand through her hair. "I just woke up, and you want to make me sleep again." she joked, and you smiled. You gently kissed her, and she smiled like a teenager. She loved it when you kissed her; that meant a lot to you because of your past, but the morning kiss was her favorite. There was no one there, just you two.

"Good morning, Katherine." you whispered with a strong morning accent, and you almost laughed when she frowned her eyebrows. She wanted to talk, but she was interrupted by knocks on the door.

"Y/n, I need a new partner for this morning!!" Yelena yelled.

"Duty call," you said, and after 30 minutes, you were out with your sister. Kate started to be pissed off, and you didn't really calm her down because you called her 'Katherine' during the entire week. The next Monday, she started to feel overwhelmed. She was in the kitchen with your two sisters when you showed up, you kissed her cheek like always, and you greeted your sisters. You ate some of Yelena's mac and cheese, and you decide to ask a favor to your girlfriend. "Katherine, can you give me a water bottle, please?" you asked with your puppy's eyes, but she just glared at you.

"It's not the right name," she mumbled, and you knew she was angry, but you didn't want to end this now.

"The last time I checked, you were Katherine Bishop. So, Katherine Elizabeth Bishop, can you give me a water bottle, please?" you repeated, and she smacked her hand on the kitchen counter.

"Who is Katherine Elizabeth Bishop?" she asked, visibly pissed off.

"It's yo-" you tried to say, but you were cut off.

"No, it's not me. Katherine Bishop is gone!" she said loudly, and Yelena used all her strength to suppress her laughs. "For everyone, it's Kate! For Yelena, it's Kate Bishop! For Nat, it's little hawk! For Alexei, it's Little American. For Melina, it's Y/n's girlfriend! But for you, Y/n Vostokoff, it's Katie, babe, baby, moya lyubov'(my love), hot stuff, printsessa(princess), milaya devushka(cutie girl), moya zhena(my wife) or the future mother of my children!" she exclaimed. "So, I repeat myself, who is Katherine Elizabeth Bishop?" she asked.

The kitchen was silent for a moment. It was really not her thing to raise her voice to you, she was always so lovely and caring. "Wow, Y/n you mess up." Nat said, and Yelena finally laughed. Their voices brought you back.

You quickly stood up and gave your girlfriend a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Katie baby; it was just a prank." you explained, and you chuckled. "If I knew you would be so upset, I would do that earlier." you joked, and she slammed your arm before escaping from your grip.

"I thought you were upset with me, dipshit." she said, and you gasped.

"Kate Bishop, my future sister-in-law, how you called her." Yelena said, and you chuckled.

"I'm sorry." you repeated. "I love you, moya lyubov'." You kissed her and melted when your lips connected with hers. "How could you forgive me?"

"Cuddle with me" she said immediately. "And you'll come with me to Lucky's walk later." she added, and you nodded.

A few hours later, you were in Central Park for Lucky's walk, your finger intertwined with Kate's. She was talking about her week, and something came to your mind, you stopped, and she looked confused.

"Did you mean it?" you asked, and when she showed you, she didn't understand what you were talking about, so you explained. "About being the mother of my children."

She smirked, "I don't mind, but before we have to do something." she said, and you smiled.

You spent the rest of the walk smiling to yourself. This night Kate was fast asleep on your chest, and you just ran your hand through her hair. You were thinking about everything, and you finally thought about something, or more precisely, someone. You looked at the sleeping girl and smiled. Yeah, one day she'll be your wife.

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[ouiouibaguettt]

Love beneath the shirt pt.2

Jana Fernandez x Aria O’Hara (oc)

@liverpoolfan96​ here is the part2!!

warnings: no one

words: +1k

Masterlist - part.1

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ARIA’S POV:

When I messaged Jana, a week after our match, I couldn't remember ever having been so nervous in my life. I was at Lola's house that night with Carmen and Virginia, and I saw that my phone had vibrated. When I looked at it to see what was going on, I had a sudden rush of heat.

@janafernandez3 liked your story @janafernandez3 replied to your story: 😳😳

The story in question was a photo of me lifting weights that the team photographer took. "I think she has a crush on you Ari" Carmen said to me as she appeared behind me. "AHH!" I exclaimed, jumping up with my phone in my hands. "You scared me Carmen never do that again" I said with my hand in my heart after grabbing my phone in midair. "Oops?" she apologized as she sat back down next to Virgina. "Do you think I should ask her out like tomorrow night?" I asked Lola, "I think it would be good for you two to get to know each other a bit more" she said as she thought about it "And you'll be cute together" she added as she pinched my cheeks. "Yes, look at baby America and baby Spain together!" she said a little too excitedly. "Well I'll ask her then" I said with a little nervousness in my voice.

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It was time for my meeting with Jana, I would be lying if I said I wasn't stressed. I was currently at the meeting point, looking at the latest stories and posts on instagram, when I spotted her. "Hey Jana" I said as I stood up to greet her, "Hi Aria" she said, "Are you ready to go?" I asked "Yes I'm ready, let's go I've been looking forward to this since last night" she admitted as she looked down at the ground, her cheeks flushed "Is that true?" I asked pleasantly surprised, "Of course I was looking forward to it Aria, don't doubt it" she said as she looked at me with a beautiful smile. "Thank you, your smile is very cute too" she told me as she started to walk forward. "I spoke loudly right?" I asked blushing, catching up with her "Yes but it's cute" she said.

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I don't know how much time has passed since then but I know I don't want it to stop. "Why did you choose to be on loan this season? "she asked, "Honestly, I always looked up to my sister Kelley, growing up, and it was through her that I discovered the sport but the thing is, I'm younger and less experienced than her, so despite the games I play whether they're good or bad I get compared to her, At Gotham FC I wasn't Aria O'Hara, I was Aria, the little sister of the big star Kelley O'Hara, and that played a lot on my mind because I can't talk to my sister about it and that's how I ended up in the club office asking for a loan. "I admitted. "It must have been very complicated, but I'm glad you went on loan here in Spain," she said. "Why Atlético de Madrid anyway? Were there no other clubs? Not that I'm criticizing, I'm just wondering?" she added. "I'm glad I was loaned out here too, I must admit, I've met some very nice people" I confessed. "And I don't really know, I just know that it was a good team and that I could only get better as the season went on" I said. "Great meetings eh? Who are they?" she asked. "Virginia, Lola and Carmen are definitely nice to meet but I was surprised by this beautiful girl from Barcelona" I admitted, "Oh yeah? And what is this girl like off the field?". Hm, I don't know, what are you like off the field?" I asked with a small smile. "I don't know, I'd say, adorable, cute, nice" she said, sticking her tongue out at me. "You forgot beautiful" I admitted.

When I pulled out my phone, I was shocked to see that it was already 00:46. "Should we go? You have practice tomorrow and I don't want your team to arrive in Madrid because you didn't sleep much because of me" I asked, "Yes you're right" she said as she got up from the sand and held out her hand to help me up. "Anyway I loved this evening with you. I can't wait to do it again soon," she admitted, smiling at me, "I also enjoyed the evening with you, Jana. And I can't wait to do it again," I admitted, imitating her smile, "Go on, I think Bruna will be worried if you don't," I added, "Oops, have a good flight home and let me know when you've landed. Good night Linda" she said kissing my cheek before walking in the opposite direction of me. "Good night Jana" I said a little late.

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"I still can't believe you flew to see a girl" is the first thing Virginia says to me when she sees me at the airport, "Wow, hello to you too how are you?" I say as I hug her. "Oops sorry, how are you? Did your flight go well?" she asked "Yes it did, my flight went well thank you" I said. "And to answer your question, what I can't believe is that it went very well and that she is also looking forward to doing it again soon" I said with great enthusiasm. "I'm glad it went well for you then" she confessed, putting her arm around my shoulders as we left the airport. "Off to the house now," she announced. "I can't wait to get back to my bed and the girls" I admitted between two yawns.

TO jana💙❤️ I'm home safe don't worry.

FROM jana💙❤️ Ok nickel, rest well tonight for your training, good night linda, x

TO jana💙❤️ Thanks, good night to you too Jana x

When I went to bed that night I had never been so happy in my life and I hope it lasts.

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[mommybookwyrm]

WIP Wednesday

I actually finished chapter 2 of Heartstrings!!! Now I just need to edit and revise a little and it should be ready to post by the end of this week.

Anyways, enjoy a snippet from Wyll's POV below the cut.

The lower level of the ruins were now quiet, the undead protectors once again lay in the dust at the feet of the forgotten god of the temple. All but one of them that was.

Wyll watched as the silent skeleton walked along the edge of the large chamber, more or less avoiding the small group as they made camp among the bones of the place. It was more than a little surprising when they had risen from the sarcophagus, asking them for the value of a mortal life.

They had taken a long look at all of them but had stopped and looked almost perplexed when their gaze had reached Astarion, a gaze that had made the pale elf obviously uncomfortable.

Wyll started at the sound of tin plates clattering to the floor and the sound of Shadowheart and Lae'zel once again throwing strings of insults at one another. Wyll sighed, wondering how bringing the githyanki into their group was going to end in anything other than blood, especially after her attack on Astarion earlier that day.

A stern word from Felyn'da and some placating gestures from Gale soothed over the disagreement for the moment and the latter announced that dinner was ready.

Wyll had to admit that it smelled worlds better then the meal from the night before did. Gale had made some kind of stew with the provisions they had found which had included meat and spices.

He took the bowl that was offered to him and dug in immediately, flinching only a bit at the still hot meal.

"Any idea where Astarion went," Gale asked, holding another bowl most likely for the aforementioned elf.

Wyll quickly scanned the large chamber and found that he did not see him. "I'll go see if I can find him," Wyll said, shoving more food into his mouth before he placed his bowl down and stood.

It wasn't hard to find the other man. Across from were they had set up, one of the walls had half caved in at some point in the centuries and opened up to a small underground stream.

Astarion stood at the edge, staring up at the ceiling. Looking himself Wyll could see a wooden hatch that no doubt lead to the surface, the rotted remains of a ladder lay on the ground underneath.

"Planing on trying your hand at some fishing again?" Wyll teased.

Astarion only answered him with an annoyed grunt. Okay, Wyll supposed he deserved that.

"Gale is finished with dinner," Wyll said. "It's actually quite good this time."

"I'm not hungry," Astarion said simply. Wyll wanted to call him out on that lie. He knew that the other hadn't eaten anything during breakfast that morning nor could he remember seeing Astarion eat anything through out their search of the ruins.

"I'm sure it's not the sort of fare that you're used to," Wyll started, "but it does you no good to go without. You'll need your strength for our journey tomorrow."

Wyll couldn't read Astarion's expression as the other turned to look at him then. He couldn't read much of Astarion to be honest, except for earlier that day when the elf had been absolutely terrified.

He was a good actor though and Wyll could see when he made the transition. His body, almost always tense since Wyll had pulled him out of that pod the day before, rearranging into a casual fluid walk as he approached. He placed his hand lightly on Wyll's arm as he passed, smiling and Wyll could feel his face flush at the contact.

"Of course darling you're ever so right," he drawled. "Wouldn't want me to waste away now would we?"

Before Wyll could get his tongue to work to voice an answer Astarion passed and released him from the strange spell. He turned to watch the other walk away, forcing his eyes to stay focused on the other's white curls and refusing to let them linger further down.

He looked away and back to the water, which he now had a sudden urge to plunge himself wholly down into. Well, that was something.

Distantly he could hear mocking laughter that he chose to ignore.

[aonoexpat]

05-11-2023 (3/3)

After getting Elrond back in working order, I said goodbye to Motueka (and a little baby Pīwakawaka who came to say goodbye back) and went on my way to Elaine Bay. I made a brief stop in Whakatū to get some groceries, and then drove down the road I mentioned in yesterday's post, which offered stunning views that were hard to photograph:

I had to fight not to get out of my car for photos at every turn. I spent the night there and in the morning I went back out to the water. The sun was shining brightly now and the water was just as clear as the night before, which meant I could see the fish, the starfish, and the absolutely massive stingrays I had been wise to avoid encountering in the dark last night:

I enjoyed the (still) lovely sunny weather by going on my last hike of the island: Pīwakawaka track, which led to a very peaceful little beach in about 45 minutes one way:

And despite my reluctance, after having lunch (cooking in Elrond for the last time) I had to get back on the road. I managed to take some more pretty pictures of the view:

I'll admit, I was very emotional during the hike and the drive. It really feels like the end of an era, and even though part of me never wants to leave, I feel like it's a good thing that it's ending. I have been alone for too long, and today I really felt that. Not only have I been physically alone, and dealing with a lot of stressful things, but this trip has also forced me out of my sociopolitical bubble and that has been unsettling to say the least. It has made me think a lot about what I find important, what home means to me, and how I want to live my life going forward. It's like I've stepped out of my comfort zone, and now have lost all sense of where it's supposed to be. I crave to go back, I'm homesick, but I know I've changed. I still am changing. I don't know what my comfort zone is supposed to look like anymore. I'm sure I'll find it again eventually, but that is a scary feeling. A feeling that makes me look forward to being hugged again, and having at least a little more normalcy and luxury than I have now. But that also makes it scary to step into a new chapter.

As I drove and listened to harmonious, pensive music, the clouds rolled in and it started raining. It didn't stop until about an hour ago. I still couldn't resist getting out of the car to take a photo at one of my trip's very first stops, Pelorus bridge:

I could almost see myself from four months ago right there, hanging out on the rocks and taking pictures. Feeling nervous and excited, the whole trip ahead of me. But also a lot less experienced, a lot more nervous about driving still, and in no way yet used to van life. I may still have so much to learn, but those things I feel like I well and truly have conquered, and I'm pretty proud of that.

I completed the way to Waitohi, recognising some stops along the way where I once stopped and took pictures and hiked. And then I finally made it to my first - and now also last - camping spot. I got myself some food, saw a familiar face (and told him how I remembered him, and he had made me feel welcome on my first day), and ate in Elrond while watching my favourite series. Now I'm just dreading the six minute walk to the closest public toilet, but I'll undertake that journey after finishing up all these posts!

Tomorrow I will take the boat back to Te Ikaroa, and hopefully get some rest. I'm already mentally preparing for the seasickness. I just hope the weather will stay dry now, and I can enjoy the views from the boat like I did last time!

For now, sweet dreams to Aotearoa, good afternoon to Europe. You'll hear from me again soon I hope!

[ask-churro-cookie]

Runaway Heir au

Prologue: Late night story

"Earthbread. . . it was home to many beasts alike. Those who flew through the skies. Those who lived deep under the surface of water or ground. One's who stalked forests and hunted through blizzards. . . They all came, and as fast as they did, most of them left. . . all except a few. The most plentiful were our own kind. The Dragons. . . we ruled from the skies to deep under ground. It was a true paradise for our. . . and then there were the main five. The Red dragon of Flames. The gold dragon of the earth. The blue dragon of water. The violet dragon of darkness. And of course-"

"Papaa..!"

A small voice squeaked out. It was a late night in The Longan palace. Everything was quiet and still, just as the dragon theirself liked it, But all except for the young cookie whome the dragon was holding in their arms oh so carefully. Unlike the dragon though, the much younger one was much more energetic. Outspoken.

"..Mhmhmh, Yes, And then there is me, My little one. Now, please settle down."

"Okay..!"

The Ivory dragon's face soften slightly in a smile as they stood up from their throne and started walking while carrying their child in their arms.

"Not everything lasted though... Our kind slowly died off until there was very few left... Then those so-called cookies came to be... The age of dragons.. Was over.. But, not to worry, My child. It will make it's return soon... And you'll get to see how everything should've remained."

They spoke simply. The young dragon nodded before pausing.

"..Papa, are cookies dangerous..?"

"Only certain ones, My child... Most are just- Pests. . ."

The sound of disgust in the dragon's tone was audible, but they soon sighed and the disgusted tone vanished. They looked up at the dark sky then gazed back down at the young dragon in their arms. Who soon yawned quietly and rubbed their eyes.

"It is late, My child. It is time for you to go to sleep now. You promised that you would go sleep after I told you the story again.."

They smiled, lightly tapping a claw on the young dragon's nose.

"I know, Papa.. But the story isn't over, is it..?

"Mh.. I suppose not, My child. I suppose not... But it can be continued tomorrow. A little prince such as yourself needs his sleep."

The dragon then slowly walked to their son's room. Gently laying him down and tucking him in. It wasn't long until the young dragon was peacefully dreaming away.

"Goodnight, My dearest son.. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

They whispered before blowing out the candles in the room then exiting quietly. The dragon soon stopped, spying their right hand.

"Snakefruit. . . what are you doing here? You should be with the other snakes. . ."

"Sssorry, my dragon..! I jussst wanted to check on the young prince.."

"My son is fine. . . now, return to your duties. And leave him to sleep."

"I-"

The dragon glared at them coldly. Snakefruit immediately shrunk back a bit.

"Yesss, massster..."

"Good.. Now go."

Snakefruit nodded quietly and left. Longan just sighed quietly.

What were they going to do when Snakefruit inevitably tries to manipulate their son. . ? They'll just have to make sure that won't happen. As for their son, his future was... Unknown to them.

Little did they know how different he will grow up to be.

Writer/mun note: I finally decided to ACTUALLY FUCKING TYPE THIS AU AS A STORY- i am actually very self-conscious about how I write things so- please bare with me on this little side series next to the actual ask blog, okay? I'll probably make this au it's own ask blog at some point in the future if you guys enjoy it enough. Though, that does bring me to another thing, I got a job now! So I will possibly not be as active as I would normally. Any posts you may see in the future would either premade and queued, quick answers, answered on break, or when I'm off work! If this story isn't up to your taste, check out @asks-cookies-and-chaos and or @teabrain! Both of them have amazing art, writing, and aus that you would probably enjoy! Anyways, have a good day or night, everyone! This is Ann, your Elderage abomination, signing off!

[heartfe1t]

    ❝    perfect, it's a date.    ❞    he looks satisfied, and he should be. she's ready to see him again too. it feels good.    ❝    i'll take you on a real date when i'm back here though. we deserve an actual nice dinner date for our first actual date, not just something post game. i believe in effort    ❞    there's a lot of him that's just too eager to see her again though to want to delay that just to do it 'the right way'. he'd be thrilled to go out with her tomorrow night.    ❝    i'm excited to see you tomorrow. and it'll be after your meetings, so i bet you'll look cute, too.    ❞    he grins at her, settling into bed and leaning back against the headboard.

    ❝    good, don't want to put you off when we just met, but you look super cute. i love it. silky. just wish i could touch and not just look    ❞    he says with a wink. there's something about this that feels so much older, deeper than just having met hours ago. it's been less than twelve hours... that just doesn't feel real.    ❝    gotcha. well i'm happy to be your baseball guidebook. we can learn from each other    ❞    and learning about her life and her lifestyle too will be interesting. there's plenty they share he can imagine and then plenty they don't. he's always enjoyed getting to know people. this stage is fun.    ❝    very cool. well we'll have to mark our calendars and i'll come see you and you can come see me play. because i definitely can see this being something. four months or not- i'm not worried.    ❞    as long as they both want to try... there's no reason they couldn't make that happen.

    ❝    well it's nice to meet you penny girl.    ❞    quinn's got that baby voice on, pleased as can be to meet her puppy, before he shifts his attention back to mila.    ❝    that's really great- having her to have something of your own, someone to keep you company being away from home... i love that. she really is your baby.    ❞    he smiles at her warmly. there's so much affection in his face now.    ❝    i love that- and i mean- you're so cute, mila. you're something special.    ❞    

❝     they     certainly     make     life     more     interesting.     ❞     she     says     with     a     shake     of ��   her     head     to     match     his.     ❝     i     would     really     like     to     see     you     again     before     you've     gotta     go     out     of     town     for     another     game,     so     if     you     wanna     make     sure     they     know     i'm     gonna     come     see     you,     that     would     be     cool.     then     we     could     go     to     dinner     and     hang     out     some     more.     ❞     she     was     so     happy.     bordering     on     giddy     as     they     kept     talking.     she     likes     that     he     seems     just     as     eager     to     get     together     again     as     she     is.     it's     refreshing     for     someone     to     actually     be     into     her     and     make     that     a     known     fact     as     opposed     to     acting     like     they     didn't     care     if     she     was     interested     or     not.     she     liked     having     her     interest     reciprocated.     

she     can't     help     but     smirk     at     his     question.     ❝     you     don't     sound     like     an     ass     at     all.     ❞     she     says,     taking     a     few     steps     back     and     doing     a     little     twirl     in     her     little     sleep     set     for     him.     it     does     feel     like     she's     known     him     for     a     long     time,     even     if     they'd     just     met     today.     ❝     aha,     okay,     i     gotcha.     honestly,     i     don't     know     all     that     much     about     sports.     i     know     volleyball,     but     that's     because     my     sister     plays.     anything     else,     i'm     a     little     clueless     about.     consecutive     days     at     home     are     so     nice.     you're     on     the     move     a     little     more     than     me,     then,     huh?     at     least     i     get     to     settle     in     for     a     while     in     one     place.     unless     i've     got     a     press     tour     to     do,     which     i     guess     would     be     pretty     similar     to     the     way     you     have     to     travel     for     games,     just     a     lot     less.     ❞     she     smiles,     settling     into     bed     and     letting     penny     crawl     onto     her     lap.     it     was     nice     to     get     cozy     in     bed     and     get     to     talk     to     quinn.     ❝     i     went     to     savannah     for     a     film     festival     once     when     i     had     a     film     playing     there,     but     i     was     only     there     for     a     few     days.     i'll     be     staying     outside     atlanta     for     about     four     months     while     we     film.     it     would     be     awesome     if     you     came     and     saw     the     place.     especially     if     you're     playing     the     braves.     i'll     come     see     you,     you     can     come     stay     with     me     while     you're     there.     that     might     be     nice.     i     mean...     i     can     see     this     being     something.     ❞     

❝     you     absolutely     get     to     see     the     puppy.     her     name     is     penny     and     she's     my     baby.     i     got     her     when     i     was     fifteen.     it     was     the     first     time     i     was     away     from     home     for     a     long     time     to     film     and     i     just     wanted     a     friend     with     me.     my     mom     came     and     stayed     a     few     days     at     a     time,     but     it     was     mainly     my     publicist     who     was     with     me     for     those     two     months.     ❞     getting     penny     had     changed     a     lot     for     her.     she     credits     the     sweet     dog     with     saving     her     in     her     later     teen     years     when     things     got     out     of     control.     she     had     to     be     at     least     functioning     to     take     care     of     penny.     going     to     rehab     had     been     the     first     time     she     was     away     from     penny     for     any     real     length     of     time     and     it     had     been     heartbreaking.     ❝     well,     yeah.     i     mean,     the     boy     was     super     cute.     i     had     to     come     home     and     gossip.     ❞     she     teases,     hand     running     down     penny's     back     over     and     over.     she     blushes     at     his     compliment,     so     completely     happy     with     this     boy     she'd     developed     such     an     immediate     crush     on.

[authorraccoon]

Vampire!Mihawk X Fem!Reader

I wrote this fanfic for a friend of mine, they requested it and they got to read it about a week before I'm posting it now.

There is smut, if you don't wanna read it you can just read the beginning and the bonus.

Bonus includes Mihawk and Y/n having a daughter, Mihawk is a little ooc but it's so he's more like a father.

It was a silent evening, in the kingdom. You had a long day working at the shop stitching up dresses and pants. You were so tired you decided to drown out the stressful day with some drinks at the pub. Of course it was odd to see a woman at the pub drinking, but after asking for some red wine it seemed normal. There were men clashing their cups together in cheers and some other woman with a glass of wine sitting by them.

You liked being alone most of the time, but recently it has been getting boring. You listened to the women at the table next to you gossip about the latest town news, this time being about a slightly different house. to you it sounded normal but the women made it sound as if a wolverine was in there. You rolled your eyes and took another sip of wine, looking at the door when a new person came in. Most women went silent, focused on the sight of the newcomer. He was tall, slender yet not skinny, slightly pale, and handsome. He wore a long black and red velvet coat with a fancy dress shirt underneath, topped off with a beautiful hat that had a long fluff going off the side.

His eyes were shaded by the long brim of the hat, making his face hard to see. The man went to the bar to order a drink, and I was surprised to see a glass of red wine instead of a mug of beer. He definitely wasn't like the drunkie Shanks who hung out in the corner with women surrounding him. The mystery of a man looked in your direction, making you avert your eyes quickly because of your staring. He didn't leave you alone though, he walked over and sat across from you in the booth. Now that he was closer the shade over his eyes has lifted and you could see his gorgeous yellow eyes.

"Good evening." you spoke quietly, but he didn't say much at first. You'd look down at your lap from the awkwardness, but that didn't stop the man from staring. "So you'll stare me down but as soon as I do you look away?" his bluntless caught you off guard. "Well- I didn't mean to, I was just looking, you know.." you tried to cover yourself up. He hummed and took a sip of his wine, crossing his legs from under the table, which bumped into your own foot.

Then once his leg was resting over the other, you felt his boot bump your own again. 'Was this man really trying to play footsie with you?' you asked yourself. You couldn't help but smile a bit at the idea, and decided to play along. I tapped his foot back and glanced up to see a smirk play on his face. "So, what's your name miss?" He broke the silence. You looked at him again, "it's Y/n, you sir?" "Mihawk, Dracule Mihawk." he answered.

"I like it, it sounds like a special name." you commented, to which he smiled. "Maybe I can be special."

you raised a brow, about to ask what he meant but he beat you to it. Mihawk brought his hand to lay over your own on the table. "Would you like to go out with me?" You were flabbergasted, the surprise nearly took the air out of your lungs. "With me? Mihawk we just met, not to say you aren't charming and very attractive but I'm not sure." you said with concern. His cold hand moved closer, now caressing your elbow. "I'll make it worth it, and I'll treat you right, would you treat me to a night of happiness with you?"

The way he asked was so formal, you couldn't refuse. "Fine, sure, where would you like to go?"

"tomorrow evening, around this time, at the park, we can go for a walk and then have dinner. sounds good?" You thought for a second before nodding in agreement. "Sounds lovely." He smiled and sat back, taking the final sip of his wine. "See you then, Miss Y/n." Then he left.

That night as you laid in bed, a dress for tomorrow picked out, you couldn't calm the nerves and excitement. His words, his bright eyes, his cold hands, they never left you alone during the night. All you could do was fantasize of the date the next day, would he hold your hand? Would he kiss you? Would he invite you over? A chill ran down your back as your mind lingered far beyond the thought of going to his home.

The next day you went to the park, sitting on a bench by the pond to watch the ducks while you wait. You didn't have to wait long when Mihawk joined you with a cold hand joining your own. He lifted your hand up with his own to his face, placing a gentle kiss on the back. "It's good to see you came." he stroked your hand with his thumb, "Shall we go?"

"We shall, do you have dinner planned?" you both started to walk, pinkies interlocked. "Yes, the best restaurant near the castle." He smiled. "Oh Mihawk you don't need to spoil me." You frowned. "Y/n don't worry, a date is for spoiling."

The walk went on for another hour, just talking about each other's jobs, lives, and interests. Apparently he used to work as a swordsmith and swordsman, still training swordfighting whenever it's needed. He's just a few years older than you. And he likes reading silently in his home library. When walking to the restaurant he pointed out his house to you, it had a gorgeous exterior design. It seemed dark yet comfortable, you couldn't help but wonder how beautiful it was on the inside.

At dinner you were seated at a round table with a sheen white cloth over it, in the center a rose and candle. The room was large and a brightly lit chandelier hung above. "Mihawk, this place is incredible, Thank you so much." You smiled, taking his hand from across the table. He seemed happy with your thoughts and tapped your foot with his own, a reminder of the other night. "I'm glad you think so, I wouldn't mind taking you out again next week." he opened the menu carefully, looking at the drinks they offered. "I'd love to." You replied before doing the same, knowing you'd ask for red wine, same as him.

The dinner went just as well as the walk, you both talked casually with each other, as if you were dating for years. the comfort you felt around him never left, even after you went through months of dating. Months which turned into a year.

You and Mihawk have been dating for a year, and just recently you have finished moving in with him. You shared a bed but kept a comfortable distance, and haven't yet took things to a sexual level. Tonight you finally thought about taking it up, but you were unsure how to do it.

Tonight you planned dinner at home, cooking chicken and pasta. You had set up the table, a candle and rose set in the middle, plates of food on each end. You dressed in a casual yet nice dress, not wanting to come off too strong to him. When he walked through the doorway he seemed surprised by the dim lights, but calmed when he saw your presence. "Hey sweetheart, what's all this for?" he asked, walking over and placing a kiss to your forehead. "Nothing much, just wanted to cook dinner for us tonight."

He smiled and sat down at his usual seat, you joining him. He complimented your cooking, and held your hand over the table while you both ate. He was always close and sweet, even if he was mostly quiet. When you finished Mihawk pulled you out of your seat and upstairs, you were going to ask what he was doing but decided to just follow his footsteps. He pulled you close once at the bedroom, placing soft kisses from your jaw to neck. going over the the lovebites he left last time he kissed you there, he always nipped your neck during a sentimental moment.

"Thank you for dinner." he mumbled over your skin. "Don't worry about it-" "I want to thank you more." his voice deepened. Your face reddened quickly, you couldn't hide the fact his words made you feel such a way. "Mihawk are you suggesting that we-?" you couldn't finish your sentence, unable to mutter the right words. "Yes, Y/n, we've been together so long. Do you think you're ready?"

"I was planning to ask you the same question today." you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I guess we're soulmates then." he whispered in your ear before nipping it. He slid his coat off, his hands going under your dress and slipping it over your head with ease. The soft fabric of your bra and panties caressed your skin, almost being too beautiful to remove. Almost.

Mihawk ripped through the fabric, tossing them aside with his coat. next your bra, then his own white shirt and black pants. He wrapped one arm around your lower back, his cold skin pressing against your chest making you shiver. With his other hand he traced soft circles into the skin of your hip. "May I?" he asked, his voice echoing in the quiet of the room. "Yes." you breathed out, back immediately arching after the word left your mouth.

Two fingers entered you, you felt a slight burn from the stretch. He went slow and soft, pushing and pulling out at a steady and calm pace. He curled them up in you every two times, causing you to grip his back from the pleasure. Mihawk leaned in and kissed you to calm the tears threatening to break through. "Relax sweetheart, I won't hurt you." You nodded, using your free hand to wipe away the tears.

Once the pain fully subsided you asked him to go faster, grinding down to meet with his hand each time. The more it went on the more you felt a tightness in your stomach. Your walls clenched down around Mihawk's fingers, signaling him you were close. "Go on," he leaned in closer, chests impossibly close and pressed together. "you can cum."

You released as if his words could make you do anything. Your chest heaved and even with Mihawk's still cool body against you, you were sweating. "Are you ready?" he asked, riding out your orgasm to calm you down. "Yes, I'm ready." you replied, forgetting the man still hasn't taken off his underwear. But once you did you had to turn your head so you wouldn't gawk at it. a red tint covering your face from the image of him entering you, or sucking him off.

"Let me know if it hurts." He kissed your cheek softly, his tip slowly slipping in and stretching you out. Your hand covered your mouth, looking down at him going in you. He smiled, taking your hand away from your mouth, interlocking your fingers together and holding them against the sheets of the bed. He pushed all the way in, the pain almost making you scream. He didn't move, waiting for your approval. His free hand massaging your waist, hoping to take away the pain.

"You can move." you said, after a few minutes of just catching your breath. He pulled out slowly, pushing back in at the same pace. Mihawk went just as easy as when he fingered you, and he held back any urge to speed up without consent. You had all the control in this situation. When you told him to pick it up, he did it, without any hesitation he did it just for you. He was so deep in you swore you could see a slight bulge stick out from your stomach, you brought your hand to it and pressed down. The pleasure from that squeeze of pressure made you both moan out. Once again he picked up speed to your command, you pushing against him to meet him at the connection.

"Do you trust me?" He looked you in the eyes, his gorgeous yellow eyes taking you into a whole new world. You zoned out gazing at him, until he asked again. "Y/n, do you trust me?" He seemed more serious this time. "Mihawk, of course I do, I could never not." you gave him a reassuring smile.

"Good."

his next move made you gasp out loud. Not only did he thrust deep into you and hold himself there, releasing inside you. But he bit into your neck, breaking the skin. You felt the feeling of your blood being sucked out, your eyes widened, legs and arms wrapping tightly around his body. He stopped, licking at the spot he left before pulling away. "Mihawk?" you called, timid from his action.

"Y/n, I haven't told you everything yet." He admitted. "I'm not really human, if you couldn't tell now." Your mouth hung open slightly, still shocked by what he did. "If you love me, will you live forever with me?" His arm reached out to the bedside table, grabbing something. Before you could look you felt cold metal slip around your finger.

"Mihawk-" your eyes welled up with tears and your face burned. He gave you an almost worried look, in his mind begging for you not to be scared of him.

"Yes. Yes of course Mihawk yes!" your tears poured down your face with happiness. You cupped your lover's face in your hands, bringing him down to you so you could cover his face with millions of kisses. his smushed together smile only made you happier. You would be able to live with him forever.

"Lord, I hope we get a baby from today." Mihawk raised a brow. "So soon?" "They could be the flower girl or boy." He chuckled, "We'll see, love."

He finally pulled out, leaving you and coming back with a cloth to clean you up. When he was done he wrapped his coat around you and put you under the covers, cuddling up next to you. "I can't wait for my future life with you."

bonus:

Since then it's been 10 years, 8 years ago was your wedding, and 6 years ago you had a child. A 6 year old little girl, named Perona. Mihawk named her, saying it was after a little girl he took care of in his first life.

"Mommyyy, Daddyyyy!" you heard stomping little feet come to your door, before it swung open. "I'm hungryyy." she whined, standing in your doorway wearing her pink pajamas and holding her teddy bear in her arms. You sat up and looked over your shoulder to your husband, you knew he was awake, but he pretended to sleep through her yelling. You smiled and got out of bed, going to your daughter and picking her up. "Well let's go make you some pancakes then sweetie."

Perona stuffed her face with syrup covered pancakes, while you brushed and put her hair into pigtails. You leaned down, taking Perona's fork about to eat a piece of her pancake. But the little girl took it back and gave you a big, sloppy, syrupy, kiss on the cheek. You looked at her and pouted, only for her to greet you back with her tongue sticking out. "How about you give daddy a kiss yeah? smear your face with as much syrup you want and spread it all over daddy." you giggled at the thought, Perona's eyes lighting up as well.

She stuck her hand into the plate of leftover syrup, wiping it all on her mouth. You laughed and picked her up, with a fast yet quiet pace you got to your bedroom with Mihawk. You snuck in, putting Perona down at his side of the bed. She leaned over and just like she did you, kissed his cheek. But it didn't stop there, she smeared the syrup that was dribbling down her chin onto his own. Mihawk sat up quickly, a disgusted look played on his face.

"You little trouble makers!" He snatched Perona, dragging her into the bed, waving you to come over. He pulled you into the bed as well and started to tickle Perona. Though he was usually calm and neutral outside, he always had a mighty personality with the family. Perona kicked and screamed, both you and your lover tickling her until she was out of breath and panting. her head lay on your chest when she finally calmed down, a smile on her face as she dozed off.

Mihawk scooched over closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and your daughter. He kissed her head and looked up at you, "I love you." he whispered. "I love you too."

[gumballavocadoharry]

Perfect life:

*Yn is Alice and Harry is Jack of course but I'll just say yn. There is smoking in here along with pregnancy but of course you all know that smoking is bad regardless but ESPECIALLY during pregnancy. But this was the 50s so people didn't know that.*

Yn had been having abdominal pains lately. Not bad ones, but enough to make her concerned. Jack was at work when yn started to feel nauseous. But she still went on for trying to be the perfect housewife and cleaned up the house starting with mopping the floor.

But that didn't last as she soon found herself running to the bathroom to throw up. Yn had been feeling this way for a couple weeks. No period, nauseous, tired, hungry and moody. She hadn't had a period in over 2 months so she just assumed her hormones were acting funny and that it would be back on track by the next month.

She didn't wanna tell Jack as she felt it would put more stress on him with his job and all. She barely finished her chores without throwing up again before she sat on the couch and relaxed a little. She rested before a knock at the door out any plans of relaxation on hold. She answered the door to her friend, Mary who had a bright smile on her face reflecting the sunny glows of the sun. "Hey yn, I just wanted to know if you wanted to have a smoke break?" Yn thought for a second before she accepted.

"So what's new with you?" Mary asked lighting both her's and yn's cigarettes. "Not much just typical housework....but there is something that's been on my mind." Mary turned to yn in curiosity pondering over her anticipation of yn's upcoming words.

"I hadn't a period in almost 3 months and I just feel so tired and I have all the symptoms of a period but no period." She said. Mary nodded before taking a puff of her cigarette. "Could it be possible that you're expecting?" Yn looked over at Mary slowly before looking down. "Maybe. But how can I be sure?" Mary shrugged. "They have frog testing but that's crazy expensive. I think you'll just have to wait and see for now. But keep me posted." She nodded before taking in another puff of her cigarette.

"I gotta go, those dishes aren't gonna wash themselves." Mary said before putting her cigarette out and waving goodbye from her house two doors down. Yn went back inside before putting her cigarette out and sitting back down on the couch. Yn played down to sleep but she just couldn't. "Expecting? A baby?" She pondered over and over again in her head. She always wanted a family and Jack was very family oriented. But still she wondered how he would take it if it was true.

Like Mary said it was expensive to get pregnancy testing done but she still wanted to go to the doctors just in case. To take her mind off things, she painted her nails and let them dry while watching some TV. Later that night, Jack came home with dinner waiting for him on the table. "Hey baby." He said pecking a quick kiss on yn's cheek. "Hey Jack, how was work?" She asked while ironing some clothes that she was finishing.

"Oh it was pretty good, no setbacks, no budget cuts so I think we're really moving ahead." He took a seat at the table with yn joining him. The pair ate the lovely dinner yn had made and then Jack went outside for a smoke break. Yn trying to decide whether to tell Jack what was going on or to wait. She ultimately decided the second choice. She got started on the dishes right and after a couple minutes, Jack came back inside.

"I'm gonna do some work in the den baby. Dinner was delicious." Jack placed a kiss on her neck before heading into his den. Yn finished up the dishes before she went to her and Jack's bedroom. She sat on the bed thinking of her next move involving finding out if she was pregnant or not. Yn decided to go to the doctors first thing tomorrow morning after Jack went to work. Yn's thoughts were interrupted when her husband entered their bedroom. He stripped off his tie and shirt and just leaving his boxers on for the night.

"Goodnight yn." He said kissing her lips. "Night." Yn had a hard time getting to sleep that night. The next morning she woke up and prepared breakfast. Jack came around tying his tie getting ready for work. "Smells good!" He said taking a seat. "It's an omelette." Yn laughed shifting glances between her husband and the stove. She served them both breakfast and yn asked Jack about his work.

He was busy working on this project with his coworkers and he seemed really excited about it too. Yn kissed her husband goodbye for work and almost immediately yn went to the phone and scheduled an appointment for the doctor's. She took a bus down there and sat in the waiting room filling out forms to be seen. "Yn Chambers?" A nurse called. Yn got up and followed the nurse to the exam room.

"The doctor will be with you shortly." The nurse said after taking yn's blood pressure, height and weight. She left the room when yn waited in the exam room with nothing but a paper gown on. A knock at the door startled her. "Yn?" Yn accepted the invite and the doctor came in through the door. It was a female doctor who had short curly blonde hair and greyish eyes. She was very friendly.

"What seems to be the trouble?" She asked. "Well... I've been having symptoms of a period but no period like bloating, sickness in the morning time only, hungry more than usual and tired with abdominal pains too but not severe pain." The doctor nodded listening to yn's complaints. She wrote something down on the clipboard she brought in with her and then she turned to nurse who was in the room assisting.

"Okay Mrs Chambers, I would like to test you for pregnancy if that's okay, your symptoms seem to be adding up to the common signs of pregnancy. We can do toad testing which is where we inject your urine into a frog and if the frog goes into heat then it's confirmed that you're pregnant. But I have to warn you it is costly."

Yn nodded. "How much?" "50 dollars." Yn thought about it. "Are there any other options?"

"You could come back in a couple months when you are in the advanced stages of pregnancy. By then we'll be able to tell. But if you want fast results, then the frog is the only way."

Yn told the doctor she'd think about it and come back when she and her husband made a decision. The doctor understood. She still did a checkup on yn and then she sent her on her way.

Yn took the bus back knowing that she would have to tell Jack sooner or later. She went home but decided she needed company and went over to Mary's house. "Hey yn what's going on with you?" Yn smiled. "Well I went to the doctors today and the doctor said that if I was to confirm my suspected pregnancy, then I would have to get toad testing which is super expensive or wait a couple months until I would be in the advanced pregnancy stages."

Mary nodded taking it all in. "Did you tell Jack yet?" Yn shook her head. "I'm thinking about it in case we decide he wants immediate results. But if I'm not pregnant and we spent all that money for nothing, well then that's another issue." Mary rubbed yn's back. "If you were pregnant, would you be happy?" Yn turned to her friend. "What do you mean?"

"Like....is a baby something you and Jack really want and if I'm getting too personal then just tell me to butt out okay?" Mary backed up. "No it's fine. But to answer your question.....yes. I do really want a baby. And Jack's talked about starting a family." Mary smiled. "I just want you both to be happy."

Yn appreciated the gesture. "Thanks. I wish you and Frank the best as well." Yn hugged Mary before leaving to her house. Later when Jack got back home, yn knew she had to speak to him. "Jack there's some.......we need to talk." Jack looked confused but still proceeded to sit on the couch to lend a listening ear.

"Jack.....I think I'm pregnant."

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"Come on yn you can do it! One more push!" The doctor said as yn was breathing hard and pushing with all her strength. Soon a cry could be heard throughout the room. "It's a healthy baby boy!" Yn smiled as tears of joy flew freely down her cheeks. The cleaned up her son before handing him to her and sending her husband in. "Oh my goodness! Yn is that?"

"Our son? Yep." She said fondling with her baby's fingers. Jack rubbed his forehead staring in awe at the beautiful baby that he was proud to call his own. "Do we have a name?" The nurse asked. Yn looked at Jack who spoke. "Roger Jack Chambers." The nurse smiled and wrote it down. Yn and Jack looked at each other with hopeful smiles and tired eyes.

They kissed each other passionately. It was hard to imagine that just a couple months ago, yn was hesitant to tell Jack about her pregnancy. But there was no doubt in this moment as the couple was more than happy to have a child.

For @heiditomlinson23 thanks for being patient!!!!!!