#the baby vibes were through the roof

[gunsatthaphan]

13/10/1998 - happy birthday to actor, legend, bestie, crush and personal heart killer khaotung thanawat 🫶🏻✨💓🫳🏻🐈🧎🏼‍♀️😌💝

[sceletaflores]

come on into my bed with me (i know you want to)

pair: old man!logan howlett x fem!reader

wc: 4.1k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, some sad vibes because i can't function without them, large age gap (but isn't that obvious by now? mid 20s/old as fuck), established relationship but only kind of, falls in the logan 2017 timeline but very loosely, LONGINGGGG, gratuitous nickname use (kid, baby, honey, ect), nasty dirty talk cause he's old and gross, not so dry humping, JUST THE TIP RAHHHH, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

nat’s note: this was heavily inspired by imogen heap's 'i am in love with you' because that song fucks so hard and it really gave me lots of old man logan vibes. i was just so overcome with nasty thoughts that the beat possessed me and i blacked out and listened to it on a constant repeat while i wrote this instead of doing my a&p work. kisses!

dividers by angel @saradika-graphics!

you can't sleep, logan left his door open...

Rain pelts at the smudged glass of your window, drops trailing down the span of the panes that you follow with your eyes.

It's been raining nearly all week, a rare thing in Mexico, especially somewhere as dry as Sonora.

You used to love the rain. You felt a special kind of comfort anytime night would come and there'd be a certain chill swirling through the air, that familiar scent of damp soil and wet stone rising as the first drops hit the ground.

In Sonora, rain is supposed to be a gift—a reprieve from the unrelenting heat, a chance for the dry earth to drink.

It should feel cleansing, like a reset of sorts, and maybe it would have a few months ago.

Now it just feels heavy, oppressive. Each raindrop splattering against the glass feels like a reminder of everything that's stuck, unmoving.

The soft noise of it was almost enough to lull you to sleep, but it was still no match for your wandering mind.

You’ve been finding yourself here a lot recently, shrouded in the scratchy sheets of your bed in the quiet dark encompassing your room, mind racing.

It was raining the first night he touched you.

You've been with Logan and Charles for nine months.

A runaway hitchhiker turned caretaker after you fled from the meaningless scraps of your life back in Texas.

Logan found you on the side of the highway coming back from a shift in El Paso. One stop with the hazards on and a hasty conversation through a rolled down window later, you were throwing your bags in the back of his limo and climbing into the front seat.

You didn't realize until much later that he never truly asked you to stay, or to care for Charles alongside him.

It was only supposed to be a temporary arrangement, a roof over your head in exchange for your help. Watch over his ailing father for a few days while he went out to get him more medicine, that's what you settled on.

Yet somehow, here you are, nine months later.

You cook meals in a dusty kitchen that always smells faintly of motor oil, listen to Charles’ stories about a world you’ll never fully grasp, and watch Logan patch himself up in grim silence after he’s returned from whatever trouble found him this time. 

It's strange how the days seemed to stretch endlessly, but the weeks have slipped past like a blink. You carved out a routine in this crumbling house in Sonora, built something that resembles a life even if it feels borrowed, like a second-hand coat that never quite fits right.

At first, you weren’t sure what kept you here. Maybe Charles. 

You warmed to him almost immediately, drawn in by his gentle demeanor and the way he seemed to see right through you without a hint of judgment. 

Even when his mind faltered, slipping into tangled memories or distant fragments of a life long past, he treated you with a kindness you hadn’t felt in years.

You’d come to think of him as a king, regal and noble. A king stripped of his castle, yet still wearing a crown, if ever so skewed—a king nonetheless.

You still aren’t sure, but you can’t shake the sense that leaving now would be like tearing off a scab—painful and unnecessary.

And then, one night, the rain came.

You remember it vividly, a torrent so sudden and unrelenting. The downpour soaking the dry dirt surrounding the plant. 

You couldn’t help yourself from wandering out, stood barefoot on the porch as the cool air nipped at the skin of your arms and legs.

“You’re gonna catch a cold standin’ out here.” Logan said from somewhere behind you, his voice rough and low after the silence of a long shift.

You hadn’t moved, hadn’t even glanced his way. “I like the rain.”

There was a beat of silence before he stepped closer, the warmth of his body radiating against your back. His hand had been hesitant at first, a brush of calloused fingers against your arm. 

You didn’t pull away.

The heat of his palm felt scalding, causing goosebumps to pebble along your damp skin. His thumb swiped across the circular scar just above your elbow, a cigarette burn, one of many.

He didn’t say anything as he turned and walked back into the house. You learned quickly that Logan’s not the type to fill silences with empty words, but you both knew something shifted.

He came into your room later that night. The squeaky mattress of your bed dipping under his weight as he slid his hand down your stomach, pausing just above the waistband of your shorts, a silent question.

He didn’t kiss you, but the rain pattering against the tin roof was enough to swallow your soft moans and gasps.

You settled into something undefined—a constant push and pull of need and silence. Logan touched you when he needed to, and you let him because you wanted to.

It wasn’t love, not then. It wasn’t even comfort. But it was connection. A tenuous thread in the quiet storm of your lives.

You figured that was enough.

The rain hasn't slowed. If anything, the howl of the wind is stronger than before.

The soothing rhythm of droplets hitting your window turned aggressively sharp, like darts thrown against a worn cork board.

The boom of thunder is nearly in sync with the pulse of your core, aching and insistent in its need.

It’s been weeks since Logan touched you last, his endless cycle of guilt stronger than it's been before. He’s never outright said it, but you know it’s there.

The silence between you both has stretched longer than you'd like to admit, a quiet that isn't comfortable anymore.

You know he’s got it in his head that he’s somehow taken advantage of you. A perverted old man falling weak to the pretty, young thing taking up space in the bed two doors over from him.

The thought stirs something deep within you, a mix of frustration and confusion. He’s not wrong, not exactly—but he’s not right either. You aren’t a child, and you aren’t helpless. You knew what you wanted, what you needed.

And that hasn’t dared to change.

You shift in bed, the sheets tangling around your legs as your body hums with a restlessness you can’t shake. The air in your room feels thick, charged, and suffocating, a mirror of the space between you and Logan.

He doesn’t understand that you want him too, that you weren’t some helpless thing to be protected or shielded from his darkness. It eats at you until your skin is practically buzzing with it, buzzing with the need to show him.

There’s only so much silence you can take before it becomes too loud to ignore. 

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, the hardwood cool against your bare feet. You know it’s late, but you don’t care.

You walk through the dimly lit hallway, the creak of the floorboards quiet under you as you make your way to Logan’s door. It’s cracked open, a yellow glow spilling through to guide you like a lighthouse guides its ships to shore.

When you reach the beat up wood you don’t hesitate, you push it open the slightest bit, peering through the widened gap. 

He’s there, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t acknowledge you, but you know he knows you’re there.

You cross the threshold, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you pull the door shut behind you, leaning your back against it.

“Logan,” you say softly, your voice rougher than you intended.

He doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he runs his hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face. The lamplight catches the sharp planes of his face, a familiar weariness etched into his features.

His fingers flex at his sides, and for a moment, you think he’s going to tell you to leave—to go back to your room where it’s safe, where you won’t make things more complicated than they already are. You almost brace for it.

But then he speaks.

“What’s wrong, kid.” His voice is nothing but a deep rumble, like gravel crunching underfoot.

You shrug noncommittally, hands messing with a stray thread hanging from the edge of your shorts. “Can’t sleep.”

Logan sighs long and slow through his nose, hands pressing into his thighs. “Thought you liked the rain.”

You smile faintly at the irony, chest swelling with something dangerous. 

You take a step further into the room, pushing yourself off the closed door. The familiar scent of him invades your senses. It’s a mixture of leather, earth, and something raw—something undeniably him. 

You stand there for a moment, letting the silence stretch thin and taut before you finally speak.

“Can I stay?” The words come out barely above a whisper, but they land like a crack of lightning.

You feel your heart thud painfully in your chest, not from fear, but from the sudden vulnerability that makes your skin burn.

The room feels smaller now, the walls pressing in as you step forward, each movement slow and deliberate. You stop at the edge of his bed, the sheets pressing against the bare skin of your thighs.

Logan’s gaze flickers over his shoulder, meeting yours briefly before he looks away again, like he’s trying to convince himself that the ache in his chest isn’t real.

“You should go back to bed,” he says, voice gruff. “It’s late.”

“I don’t want to go back.” You shake your head even though he isn’t turned around to see it.

Without thinking, you crawl onto the bed, the comforter making soft shushing sounds under your hands and knees. You reach out, fingers brushing the back of his neck, the muscles there tight with strain.

Logan flinches slightly, but he doesn’t pull away, and that’s all the permission you need.

You shift closer, pressing your chest against his back, and letting your hands settle on his shoulders. The heat between you is electric, charged with something unsaid, something raw and undeniable.

“Please,” you whisper, your lips brushing against the back of his ear, your voice a mixture of defiance and desire.

Logan stiffens, but this time, you feel the shudder that runs through him, the way his body responds despite the walls he’s built around himself.

You know he’s torn, that he wants to fight this. You feel it in the tension that radiates from him, in the way his body seems to be fighting against the instinct to turn toward you.

But you don’t care anymore. You’re done with silence.

Your fingers slide down his back, feeling the rough fabric of his shirt against your skin as you press yourself closer. Your breath is hot against his neck now, and you can feel the rapid pulse in his veins beneath your lips as you hover just above his skin, waiting.

“Logan…” Your voice is softer now, almost pleading. You don’t know what you’re asking for, but you don’t have to.

His hand comes up, brushing against your wrist as if testing, as if he’s afraid you’ll pull away. But you don’t.

Instead, you lean into him further, your lips brushing the curve of his neck, whispering into the tension that still hangs heavy between you. “Please.”

The last shreds of Logan’s resistance snap under the cloying weight of your touch.

He’s moving before you can even register what’s happening, rearing up with heavy hands that land on your shoulders to push you backwards.

You fall back onto the bed with a soft gasp, bouncing on the mattress once, twice, before Logan follows. His body settles over yours like a warm blanket, thick forearms braced on either side of your head to support his weight.

"Why couldn't you sleep, honey?" he asks, dark eyes boring into yours intense enough to get your stomach churning. The green of them is deeper than normal, like fresh moss growing over stone.

“I was thinking,” you whisper, breathless. Your pulse races beneath your skin, you wonder distantly if he can hear it too.

“Thinkin’ about what?” he presses, breath fanning over your lips temptingly. 

Your brows furrow, a soft noise escaping you. You can't help but tell the truth. “About you.”

Logan hums, eyes trailing along your face slowly. He slots a knee between your thighs, groaning softly at the wet heat that seeps through to his jeans.

You gasp, hips bucking down instinctively. Your pussy aches desperately, leaking arousal into the cotton gusset of your panties.

His jaw clenches at the sound, muscle ticking just beneath the grey of his beard. “Is that right? You been layin' in that bed, thinkin' about me, gettin’ all worked up?"

Your face burns under his scrutiny, but you don’t shy away. You arch your back, pressing yourself as close to him as possible, letting the heat of your body speak for you.

“Yeah,” you breathe, the confession trembling on your lips. “I need you, it hurts.”

Logan exhales sharply, like the words knocked the air out of him. His hands slide from your shoulders, rough palms gliding down the skin of your arms before settling right under the swell of your breasts.

“Where’s it achin’, baby?” he asks softly, words almost getting lost in the dark of the room. “Show me.”

You let out a soft breath, reaching down to take his hand in yours.

Without breaking eye contact, you guide his hand down your trembling body until his palm rests over the apex of your thighs, where the damp fabric of your shorts clings to your swollen folds.

“Here,” you whisper, voice barely audible above the rain pounding against his window.

A low growl rumbles from deep in his chest, and his fingers press more firmly against you, feeling the slick heat that’s soaked through the thin cotton. His eyes darken further, the green almost swallowed by the black of his pupils.

Logan’s thumb drags over your clit, slow and deliberate, coaxing a needy whimper from your lips.

“Jesus,” he mutters, his voice thick. “You’re drippin’ for me, aren’t you? Didn’t even need to touch you, and you’re already so fuckin’ wet.” 

You whimper softly, bucking your hips against his hand, desperate for more.

"I've been like this all night," you admit, your voice going high and needy. "Thinking about how good you make me feel. How much I want you."

Logan’s eyes lock onto yours, and there’s something new swirling through them, something you’ve never seen before.

A beat passes—too long—almost agonizing. His free hand lifts from your hip, gently cupping your cheek, fingers brushing against your skin, like he isn’t sure if he has the right to touch you like this. 

His thumb brushes your lip, his gaze flicking to your mouth before returning to your eyes, asking for permission, even though neither of you had ever really needed it before.

"Logan," you say, the sound a little breathless, unsure of how to navigate this sudden shift, but he doesn’t keep you waiting.

He closes the distance in a heartbeat, lips crashing into yours with a ferocity you didn’t expect.

It’s like the world around you falls away, leaving only the warmth of his lips, the taste of him, and the pressure of his body against yours. The raging storm outside dulling until it’s nothing but fuzzy background noise.

His kiss is rough, deep, urgent, but there’s something more in it, a slow unraveling. Like he’s trying to carve himself into you, a permanent mark, a reminder that he was here, even if he never says it out loud.

Logan tastes like rich smoke and whiskey, the sharp edge of him mixing with the sweet burn of need. It sends your head reeling, arms coming up to circle around his neck.

You can’t find the words to describe it, not with the way his fingers slide through the wetness gathering at your entrance, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

Your hips thrust upward, begging for more, your body hungry for the release he’s just out of reach of giving.

“Want you inside me, Logan,” you moan desperately, slick lips brushing his with every word. “Please.”

Logan's body stiffens against yours at the sound of your pleading, his grip tightening on your cheek like he's trying to anchor himself in the reality of what you're asking.

“Shit,” he growls under his breath, his forehead pressing to yours as he closes his eyes. His chest heaves, the tension in his body palpable. "I—" he pauses, struggling to form the words, but you can see it in his eyes. He's conflicted, desperate, yet still hesitant.

You move against him, your body restless, your need undeniable, feeling the rigid outline of his hard cock pressed firmly against your thigh. A thick plane of heat that has your pussy clenching around the tips of his fingers.

You don’t want to push him, not anymore. But you’re past the point of waiting for permission.

Your lips meet his again, softer this time, coaxing, until he finally gives in, groaning against your mouth as he kisses you back with an intensity that steals your breath.

“I want to feel you,” you whisper, your hands trailing down to the hem of his shirt, pushing it over the swell of his pecs. 

His skin is hot under your fingertips, rough and familiar. Your fingers trail lightly across his chest, nails scratching through the salt and pepper hair dusted across his skin as you urge him closer.

“Just the tip,” Logan mutters under his breath, barely above a whisper. His voice hoarse, like he’s bargaining with himself. “Just to make you feel good, but that’s it, understand?”

You bite your lip, the edge of frustration gnawing at you. It’s not everything you need, not everything you want, but it's something. And right now, it’s enough.

You nod your head, hands already moving to the front of his jeans. You undo the button with shaking fingers, tugging the zipper down and pushing the worn denim away. 

His cock springs free, already hard, leaking with the same desperation you feel. You run your fingers along his length, feeling the heat of him, the steady throb of his pulse.

Logan peels down the thin layer of your shorts, cursing under his breath when he finds you completely bare underneath, your slick pussy shining under the dim light.

You watch him, chest heaving, as he stares down at you—his eyes dark and full of something primal, something raw.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his fingers tracing the outline of your wetness. He groans low in his throat, his thumb circling your clit once before moving down, dipping inside you just barely. “You’re perfect, baby.”

“Logan,” you whine, thighs spreading in a clear invitation. You patience is running exceedingly thin, your whole body alight with the feeling of a raging forest fire

“I know,” he mutters, placating. He takes the throbbing length of his cock in his hand, swiftly settling between your legs. “I know.”

The thick head drags through your folds, smearing pre-come along your skin and adding even more to the mess between your legs.

A quiet moan passes through your swollen lips, your muscles tightening as he slides himself along your clit. A slow back and forth movement that sends sparks shooting up your spine.

Logan grits his teeth, his breath shallow, as he finally aligns himself with your clenching hole. 

The air around you feels charged, a taut thread stretched between anticipation and restraint. You shift your hips slightly, just enough to encourage him, your eyes locked on his as you beg him silently with your gaze.

Then, with a low growl that vibrates through you, he pushes forward, just enough to make you gasp in relief, the head of his cock sliding home in your entrance.

And though it’s only the tip, the sensation of him inside you is enough to set your world alight. 

You can feel it, deep in your bones—the simmering, searing heat that makes everything else fade into the background.

Logan presses his lips to your forehead, his breath hot against your skin as he keeps his movements slow, deliberate, his hands holding your hips steady. "This is what you wanted, huh? Got you begging for it, honey," he growls softly. "Even if I’m only givin’ you a taste."

His hips roll languidly, staying true to his word and never sinking deeper than the thick head of his cock. His hand grips the base tightly, his fist fucking slow strokes over the length of himself to where he’s spreading your pussy open.

His scarred knuckles bump against your clit with every stroke, fanning the fire building in your lower stomach.

“Feel so fuckin’ good, honey,” he groans into the skin of your neck, the pace of his hips speeding up ever so slightly. “Feels like heaven.”

You claw at the skin of his back, touch wild and desperate. It takes everything in you not to shift your hips down, to sheath the rest of his cock deep inside your and lock your ankles around his back so he can never leave again.

Logan’s lips find your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he shifts against you. “Tell me you want this,” he says, his voice low, almost a command, yet laced with something tender. “Tell me you want me.”

You meet his gaze without hesitation, your voice steady despite the tremble in your chest. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.” 

The words come out without thought, raw and honest, and you see something in his eyes shift—a flicker of relief, of something deeper than lust.

Logan groans like he got shot, his body shuddering above you as a low growl tears its way from his chest. He fucks into you faster, short, quick thrusts that steal all the breath from your lungs.

Sparks go off behind your closed eyes, bright white and glittering. You can feel yourself getting closer, your body trembling as you grind up against him, meeting him halfway, needing more, needing release.

“Logan,” you gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders harder, nails digging in. “I’m so close. Please—”

“Let go,” he growls, his pace increasing, his body pressing harder against yours. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

With his command, you unravel, the world spinning around you as the pleasure crashes over you, leaving you breathless, gasping for air, your body quivering beneath him as he holds you through it.

Logan follows, tearing himself from the tight grip of your pussy with a sharp jerk of his hips, your name falling from his lips like a prayer as he shoots thick ropes of come over your slick folds.

Your body shakes at the feeling, a breathless whimper pulled from your slack lips at the sticky warmth of his release.

He collapses onto the mattress next to you, his body shuddering enough to match your own. The room falls into a deep silence, the only sounds your mingling breaths and the distant sound of thunder.

A sick sort of dread bursts through the sweet afterglow of your hazy mind, settling in your stomach like a lead weight. You think that this is the moment where Logan will realize what you’ve done, that he’ll retreat back into himself and send you away.

Send you back to your own room and leave you to lay in the cold aftermath of your own recklessness.

You brace for it, the instinct to pull away, to protect yourself from his withdrawal, but it never comes. 

Instead, you feel his strong arm slide over your waist, pulling you closer, his body heat a stark contrast to the chill creeping in from the window.

His breath is warm against your neck as he shifts, his fingers tracing absent circles on your skin in a move that’s so endearingly human it has your chest aching.

"Stay here tonight?" he asks, his voice rough, almost a whisper.

Your heart clenches, tears burning at your waterline at the vulnerability of his tone. It breaks the dam inside you, relief and something dangerously close to love flooding your body in a bursting rush of water.

“Of course,” you murmur, your voice shaky.

Logan’s hand tightens around you, his thumb brushing over your ribs. He presses a soft kiss to the bare skin of your shoulder, settling onto the mattress with a slow breath.

You drift to sleep more relaxed than you’ve felt in years, even with the knowledge of the slow journey that lies ahead of you. It won’t be easy, it never is with Logan. You can’t find it in yourself to care.

Because even though the rain falls, the desert doesn’t bloom overnight. 

And neither do you.

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So Close

@badlywritten-stuff2 ,"i am a sucker for spiderman reader w the turtles so i was hit w a potentially galaxy brain (and. shippy.) idea; the reader and leo are about to have like, a spiderman-esqe kiss where the reader is hanging upside down on their web with only half their face showing (you know the scene-- that's ROMANCE baby!) maybe it's a little farther down the line, in terms of their relationship and it's crept into less platonic and more 'i like you' vibes but still very much leo doesnt know our beloved spidey's identity. then the boyz show up and they're all like "YALL WAS GONNA KISS??" and leo and spidey are like "NUH UH" or something idk! have fun with it i just got the sillies. thank you! i hope youre doing well!"

◌ S,p = Spider Persona ◌

~xXx~

The air felt chill across green pebbled skin, a light rain cascading down from the sky and creating a beautiful wash of colors of the city scape for Leo to gaze upon. Despite being a stickler for always staying together, especially when in the world above his home, the mutant turtle felt he exceptionally needed this moment of peace. Away from the loud bustle of his brothers, away from the grueling training he’d tunnel vision himself into in moments like these, and away from the heavy expectations of being not only the eldest but the leader put upon him.

With a heavy breath through his nose and eyes shut closed, the terrapin in blue had not noticed the quiet pitter patter of feet behind him.

“Looks like someone finally learned to get out and have some fun for once.”

Leonardo nearly jumped out of his shell, but was quick to recover and turned with a glare that quickly dissipated at realizing who his uninvited guest was.

“(S,p), what are you doing here?”, he questioned, trying his best to stop the small flutter in his chest.

Sitting on the ledge of the door that led to the roof they both now occupied, the eyes of the friendly neighborhood (S,p) motioned in a way of how one would quirk a brow.

“Uhm, fighting crime. What are you doing out here? Thought Raph was the one to go soloing about.”

Leo looked down to the city streets below, his face scrunching up at being reminded of one of his latest stressors.

“Nothing, I. . .I just needed some air.”

(S,p) frowned at this. The hunched form, stiff shoulders, and shadows beneath gorgeous blue eyes were only a few tell tales of what Leo was currently going through.

“Hey. . .”

Leo watched as (S,p) hoped down from their perch, walking only a few steps before sitting down on the edge beside him. A gentle hand had come to rest on Leo’s forearm, and even through the miraculous suit they wore, he could still feel the comforting heat of their touch.

“Remember what we talked about?”, (S,p) questioned, looking up into Leo’s cerulean(?) eyes, that of which shyly wished to look away but held firm.

“You can’t keep things bottled up, Leo. It’ll weigh you down till it suffocates you.”

Swallowing a tightness in his throat, said terrapin could no longer hold his best friends gaze, and instead focused on the smaller hand still rested upon him.

“I know. I’m still just not used to this kind of thing.”, he admitted, a dusting across his chilled cheeks in the New York night.

For a brief moment, he wondered if you were cold as well, and could not help the feeling of concern at you becoming sick for being out in such weather trying to comfort him. Though, he knew any attempt at dissuading you would be futile. The more time you and the four brothers had spent together, the closer you and honorable terrapin had grown, no way was he going to get rid of you that easily. Your gentle caringness you were about to display proving as such.

“That’s okay. That’s why I promised to always be here when you needed and were ready.”, you beamingly reminded, taking your other hand to gently cup Leo’s face and direct his focus back to you.

The flutter felt earlier returned once more to Leonardo’s chest, his wrapped hand reaching up to gently lay over the hand that still caressed his face.

How had he become so lucky to meet someone like you? He knew not of your true identity, but Leo still fully believed he could trust you with his life and vice versa. Maybe it was because you were not so normal yourself, but whatever the case may be, you never treated Leo like a freak. Not only that, but you saw more of him then some cold hardass leader. You saw past the wall he built, the façade he wore as his duty placed upon him at such a young age. It wasn’t that Leo disliked being a leader, but it hadn’t been easy on him and he very much felt alone at times. Yet, when you had stumbled into their lives, it was like a ray of sun came to cast out the rays of his lonely mind. You had always cared for him, and you still continued to do so, as he found himself doing for you as well.

There was no one he felt closer to in his whole life but you.

“So, do you feel up for talking? Or do you just wanna hang for a while?”, you quietly asked, tucking one of Leo’s mask tails aside.

With a warming smile, Leo stood, taking your hand he still held and pulling you up gently as well.

“I think I’d just like to hang, if you’re not too busy kicking bad guy butt.”

You giggled, a melody like sound to Leo’s ears as he watched you walk back to the place you once sat perched upon.

“For you? Never busy! I know this cute little roof top café we can hit up. It’s got a little private area the owner set aside for me to take breaks at. Won’t have to worry at all about any surprises.”

Watching you jump up to the higher roof ledge, Leo thought about your proposition. Sitting in a cozy area with calming night rain in New Yorker city, enjoying a nice warm cup of coffee with the one person who could light up a whole room? What could be better?

“That sounds really nice actually. They have any pastries?”, Leo asked, getting ready to follow you up.

“As a matter of fact, they do! Oooh, their honey rolls are just ab-shit!”

Leonardo's heart spiked as he saw you suddenly slip on the wet surface above, and with quick reflexes he lurched forward, ready to catch you in his arms. Unfortunately, your own reflexes had kicked in just in time for you to web your self to the dryer, bottom portion of the ledge, leaving you effectively upside down. Combining both of your quick movements, neither Leo or you had time to stop the momentum of your faces colliding together. Despite being masked, there was no doubt in either of your minds the connection you each felt upon one another's lips. As quick as it had happened it was just as quickly over; Leo stepped back faster than lightning and his face lighting up as red as his brothers mask. As for you, your whole body felt it’s only electricity, spidey senses going awry from the incident.

“I-I’m so sorry!! I was just trying to catch you and-“

“N-no, I should apologize! I’m the one who slipped!”

The air grew thick with silence, as neither you or Leo looked at the other, hearts still racing and emotions on the high end. You were still buzzing, a new feeling you had never felt before coursing through you. It was your spidey sense, that you knew, but it hadn’t been the same as every other time you’ve experienced it. It was warm, soothing, elating, like taking a nap cozied up in bed with the window open to allow for a nice spring breeze.

Taking a chance, you glanced over at Leo, the later still looking to the ground. Not aware of the eyes upon him, Leo slowly had reached up to touch his own lips, a glimmer in his eyes that had not gone unnoticed by you. The sight sent a flutter of your own though your chest, as you thought back on all the special moments that you both had shared.

Almost similarly to Leo, you had felt alone for so long. A hero with abilities never heard of before and no one to learn from. Navigating a new world and taking on responsibilities and hardships you’d never asked for. When you met the ninja turtles though, and found yourself in an ever growing friendship with Leonardo, you suddenly found yourself almost not ever remembering what loneliness felt like.

“Hey, Leo?”

Said terrapin was quick to look your way, feeling the shyness of your gaze as you called for him.

“Yeah?”

“Do you uhm. . .”

Your voice fell to a mumble, your characteristic bravado suddenly gone. Leo chanced stepping forward, and once sure that you were comfortable with him moving into your space he continued closer.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

Leo felt a new nervousness within him. You both knew it was an accident, but dear god, did you hate him now? Was this going to change things for the worse? The thought of your friendship dwindling caused an ache in Leo’s heart as he worriedly waited for you to repeat yourself. However, the next words you’d speak would be the complete opposite of the turmoil within his mind.

“I-I said. . .do you want to try that again?”

Leo gulped, his eyes behind his blue mask widening.

“What? Kiss?!”

“Yeah.”

“Uhm, but your mask. Are you sure your okay with?”, Leo gestured to his own face, knowing how important your identiy was to you.

You simply nodded, gaze just as soft as the handsome one now mere inches from you.

“You can pull it down part way.”

“Are you sure?”, Leo asked once more, half lidded stare looking into the eyes of your mask, that of which he swore for but a brief second he saw (e,c) orbs.

“Yeah, I trust you.”

That was all that Leonardo needed to hear, his heart now feeling like it would explode just by your simple, but powerful statement. Ever so gently he peeled down your mask, mind a flutter at finally seeing some hint of your true self. This whole action and moment had been elating for you as well, a thrill in your heart at feeling the brush of Leo's hands across your bare skin.

With the ambiance of falling rain, glowing lights of ranging hues, and the warmth of the others breath, the kiss Leo was about to share with you, would be a cherished memory for a life time and more.

“Hey, guy’s! I found him!”

Never had you pulled your mask up so quickly, and never had Leonardo let out such a roaring groan. Foot falls came to a halt as Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo hopped onto the roof top you both occupied.

“What the hell, man?! We’ve been tryin’ to reach you all night!”, Raph glowered throwing his hands up as his brother in blue sent him the sharpest of glares.

“There’s been a Foot Clan robbery, and NYPD needs back up.”, Donnie hurriedly spoke, too focused on one of his gadgets to take notice of the same death glare sent his way.

Ultimately, it was Mikey who had come to read the room, going to give you an excited greeting when he took notice of the bashful look displayed on your mask, Leo’s deep scowl, and the close proximity between you both. The biggest, toothiest of smiles breached the youngest face, but Leo had no time to stop him from speaking out.

“Yooo!! Were you two about to do what I think you were about to do?!”

Raphael and Donnie confusedly looked to Mikey, Leo furiously making motions to get Mikey to shut up.

“What are you talking about, Mikey?”, Raph spat, not in the mood for his antics.

“Oh you knooow~ Leo and (s,p), sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”

Realization smacked both Raph and Donnie in the face at that moment as they quickly looked between you both, each’s expression brimming with surprise.

“Wait, seriously?! Is that why you weren’t answering your phone?!, Donnie gawked while adjusting his glasses.

“So, like. . .with mask or no mask?”, Raph questioned with a shit eating grin.

Another heavy groan reverberated from Leonardo as his brother huddled together to begin their collective teasing. How was he going to survive this? Cheeks hot with embarrassment as his brother laughed and continued to banter from a distance, Leo turned to apologize to you, only to find you suddenly absent. Leo felt a sudden sadness at your disappearance, but a ping to his phone caught his attention. A text notification, above the many missed calls from his siblings, caught his eyes.

“Meet you dorks at the robbery! Coffee after? Or will you be too busy dying from your brothers torment? ; )”

Leo let out a breathy chuckle, and with a warm grin and even warmer heart, sent a message in return.

“For you? Never busy!”

~xXx~

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𝐺𝑌𝐴𝐿 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴 𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑯𝒀 # !

𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠⤷ there is like zero Caribbean representation in fics so you know ya girl has try to fix that shit. Caribbean girls on top🕺🏽 so it’s not right that we ain’t got shit. please reblog and lmk if y’all like this.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠⤷ 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

since the night you and eren met at a party you’ve basically been inseparable since. you two have been together for a while now and it’s safe to say you guys are the IT couple.

lmfaoo at first when your friends would catch you simping they’d be like “what happens to gazah forever” and start laughing. But they mean well it’s all jokes they like seeing you and eren so happy with each other.

a few people thought it wouldn’t last that long, thinking he wouldn’t be able to handle you. BUT BABYY were there wrong ! you two have a good balance in your relationship, your energies align so well.

there’s no getting between you two. “my man tie me, I’m on him badd”

you were a little nervous at fist to let him meet your family, you know they can be a little judgmental sometimes but you weren’t too worried. Everything went really good when he met the fam. Your male relatives were a bit over protective but you can’t blame them too much, you’ll always be their baby.

At the family events he eats his weight in food lmfaoo. He’s a big fan of rotis, jerk chicken with white rice, green bananas and salt fish, as well as chutney. It melted your heart to see him enjoying traditional foods.

this man lives to see you dance, from the first grind he got at that party, he’s been hooked since. He’s actually got really good rhythm. So he’s great at any party, whether it’s holding onto your waist slow dancing with you singing the lyrics “ gyal, mi wan’ if hold yuh put me arms right around yuh” in his ear.

this one time you brought him to a family gathering and he danced western with the older ladies of the family, your grandma love him sm, he even calls her ma or mum.

this man can really turn tf up. like REALLY turn TF up. for example when you two are at a Bacchanal all his composure flies out the widow. But he never lets other girls try to dance with him and you do the same when it comes to other men.

lemme tell youuu, there’s a video of you two dirty dancing to vybez kartel at the fette. that shit was wildd like giving him mad fast wine and him positioning you with his hands on your lower back watching your movements

He loves when you make him breakfast, his favorite thing that you make him is fried bakes and cocoa tea. It’s like his comfort food at this point.

he loves hearing all the folklore stories, they’re so fascinating to him. he was low-key kinda scared when you told him you’d send a dupply after him as a joke.

He likes trying Caribbean snacks, he likes half frozen chubby and icelollies.

A DOMINOS FIEND !! your uncles and him were playing together and that shit was heateddd. He smacks the dominos hard asll lmfao. Your uncles lowkey started respecting him more after he won a few games.

He lovesss playing football in the rain with your cousins. your grandma puts oil in the middle of the head to make sure he doesn’t get sick.

LATE NIGHT DRIVES ARE A VIBEE. The two of you have this long ass playlist that you guys bump while driving in the middle of the night with the roof down.

Play from 0:45 before reading next slide

it’s the middle of the night and the two of you are speeding through the mostly empty streets with cold Heineken’s screaming the lyrics to the songs in you guy’s playlists. “ LONGING FOR MY BABY TO LOVE ME MOREE, WHAT AM I LONGING FOR? BABYLON RELEASE THE CURE” !

he sings you all of the old school love songs

he loves and appreciates you so freaking much, you’re the best thing in his life, and he lets everyone know it. you two are such a good couple.

© 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐠𝗼𝐝. 𝐂𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐬.

[jokeringcutio]

Stepdad!William Afton x Reader "Newborn" Mature/Drabble [3]

FNAF | William Afton (stepdad!) x (f) Reader | MATURE Summary: Imagine: You just had your stepdad's baby and mom still isn't allowed to know.

AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader Universe. This could follow up on Christmas Present, Pregnant and Discovered (See Masterlist->FNAF->Stepdad William )

Warnings: talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, name-calling, William being mean, William calling you a slut, but also: William being emotional about his baby.

The cold hospital air bit at your skin as your stepdad pushed the wheelchair, your weak body slumped in it. The weight of the newborn baby, a warm bundle in your arms, was both comforting and terrifying. Your mom rushed by your side, her eyes red from crying, still mourning the loss of her own unborn child just months ago. You know she should have been glad to have become a grandmom, but instead, she was disappointed.

"Look at you," William sneered, his blue eyes cold and unforgiving. "Such a young mom. Barely out of school and already bound for life.”

You tried to block out the sound of his insults. “A slut, that's what you are. Couldn't keep your legs closed, eh? Now we are stuck with this mess."

Your face burned with shame, but you clutched your baby tighter, refusing to let William's words affect you. You knew he liked to play dirty, twist things around to mess with people's minds. But this time, it felt too personal, too cruel.

“Thought of your poor mother? Thought it would be easy?” William continued, each word a sneer.

“Spreading your legs, that is easy,” he said as he had to halt for a moment to let someone pass. Then he pushed your wheelchair further through the hallways.

“But pushing the baby out. Now, that wasn’t so much fun, was it?”

You closed your eyes, biting back a sob. It had hurt so badly. And you were still smarting down below. That the bastard dared to make comments about it upset you greatly. But you also know he did it to try and please your mom. You knew how unhappy she was that you couldn’t name the father because you’d been ‘drunk’.

"Sweetheart, that is enough," your mother snapped, finally breaking her silence. She glared at William, her voice trembling with emotion. "This is my daughter we're talking about."

William held up his hands in mock surrender, but you could see the smirk on his face. He enjoyed pushing buttons, testing boundaries. It made him feel powerful, and you knew he wanted you to feel small, helpless.

"All right, all right," he said, guiding the wheelchair toward the car. And thank God you finally made it there. You couldn’t wait to be home in your own room and let things sink in.

"Let's get you two home," his voice still sounded harsh, but there was a gentler vibe underneath it now. You watched how your mother opened the front door and took her place in the passenger’s seat, while your stepdad opened the door for you and your baby.

The car door clicked open, and William's hand reached down to help you out of the wheelchair. It took every ounce of strength you had not to flinch as his fingers brushed against your arm. You held your newborn baby close, feeling his tiny body nestled in the crook of your elbow. He whimpered softly, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety.

"Careful now," William said, his voice low and smooth like honey. "We don't want any accidents."

You bit your tongue, careful not to let your anger get the best of you as you heard William put your bag in the trunk and then slam the lid closed. You heard him wheel the wheelchair away.

As you settled into the backseat, cradling your sleeping baby, you couldn't help but wonder what life would be like now, living under the same roof as a man who reveled in cruelty. How could someone so dangerous, so manipulative, be a part of your family?

But as much as you feared him, you also knew that you had no choice but to rely on him. And deep down, a dark, twisted part of you couldn't help but be drawn to his power, his intensity, and the danger that seemed to surround him like a storm. Hadn’t you loved every single moment of his touches? Hadn’t you been an accomplice in all of this? Eagerly spread your legs, warmed his cock, accepted the fact that he would dump his seed inside your womb whenever he so much as desired?

Your stepdad slid behind the steering wheel and took a moment, then he placed his hand on top of your mom’s leg and cleared his throat. His blue eyes met yours in the rearview window. “Are you all comfy there?”

Numbly, you nodded, clutching your child close to your chest. Your mother sat quietly in the front seat, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. Neither of them commented on the fact that you had decided to keep your baby in your arms rather than place him in the baby seat. You just weren’t ready to let him go yet.

The drive home was excruciatingly long, each passing minute stretching out like an eternity. The only sound came from the soft cries of your baby, his little fists balled up against his chest. Tentatively, you tried to feed him in the backseat, your hands shaking as you fumbled with your blouse. You already knew you weren’t a great fan of breastfeeding the little one – even though you had mentally prepped yourself for this task. Reality hurt like a bitch and wasn’t as easy as people made you think. But your mom had insisted that mother milk was the best, and of course, William had supported her in that. If they both wanted you to feed your child the natural way, there was no choice but to do it.

You closed your eyes when the baby’s jaw clenched around your nipple and bit your own lip to keep from making any sounds. The feeling was weird. You remembered the nurses in the hospital cooing how good a job you were doing and how happy they were the milk had started flowing so easily.

Easily. Yeah right.

"Take it slow," William advised from the driver's seat, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. "He'll get the hang of it soon enough."

His words felt invasive, a sharp reminder that he was always watching, always waiting for the right moment to strike. Your heart raced, but you focused on nourishing your child, trying to ignore the presence of the man who'd made your life that much more difficult.

Upon arriving home, William escorted you and your baby to your room, his firm grip on your shoulders making it impossible to slip away. You walked slowly, but luckily your room wasn’t far. Once inside, you sat down on your desk chair, cradling your baby protectively as you watched William with wary eyes.

"Let me make us some tea," your mom said suddenly, forcing a smile as she disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you alone with him.

The door clicked shut, and William moved closer. Warily, you watched him approach. His eyes glistened with unshed tears as they met yours. Was he… crying?

"Show me his hands and feet," he whispered, his voice soft and tender like it had never been before.

Tentatively, you revealed your baby's tiny fingers and toes, holding your breath as William counted them one by one. "Ten little fingers, ten little toes," he murmured, his smile genuine. "Everything is there."

You couldn't help but feel a flicker of relief, even as your heart hammered against your ribs. This was a side of William he hardly showed, a glimpse into the man he might have been if things were different. But you knew better than to let your guard down. With a man like William Afton, danger was always lurking just beneath the surface.

The weight of his gaze bore down on you, and for a moment, you almost forgot the cruel words he'd spat at you earlier. You studied his face, searching for any hint of deception, but all you found were real tears glistening in his eyes.

"You did so well, sweet girl," he said softly, kneeling down to your level. "I'm proud of you." His hand reached out, hesitating for just a split second before caressing your cheek with an unexpected tenderness. Your heart swelled in your chest, threatening to spill over as he spoke those words you'd been longing to hear.

“My good girl. Always my good girl,” he muttered before leaning up a bit to place a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, heart warm and full of adoration for the man who treated you this holrrible way. Yet, you couldn't help but feel for him. In your arms, your baby cooed.

"Look at our son," William continued, his tone a mixture of pride and wonder. "He's perfect, just like his mother." The subtle ownership in his words sent shivers down your spine, but you couldn't deny the warmth that spread through you at his praise.

"You will name him Evan," William declared, his voice firm but gentle. He didn't leave room for disagreement, asserting his control even in this tender moment. You watched as he carefully touched Evan's little hands and feet, his fingers tracing their delicate contours with a gentleness that seemed impossible for a man like him.

"Let me hold him," he whispered, and you hesitated, torn between fear and hope. But something in his eyes compelled you to relent, and you placed Evan into his outstretched arms.

"Hello, Evan," he murmured, cradling the newborn against his chest. "I'm your father. But ssh,” he shushed, “That’ll be our little secret.”

You flinched but couldn’t get yourself to look away. The sight of William holding his own son was mesmerizing. So wrong and yet in so many ways also so right.

“I'll always be here for you and your mother. No one else needs to know."

In that instant, it was as if time stood still. Your breath hitched in your throat, your thoughts racing wildly. Could you trust him? Did you have a choice? Was there a chance, however small, that things could be different now?

But as you looked into William's eyes, you knew one thing for certain: he was a man of many faces, and the line between love and obsession was dangerously thin.

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BABY'S FIRST GAY PANIC (PART 2) — carina deluca and maya bishop.

pairing: carina deluca x maya bishop x daughter!reader

summary: you start enjoying going to the hospital again and it doesn't take long for your mothers to find out why.

a/n: @sad-x3 asked me for a part 2 of this and here it is. i don't know if i followed the path she wanted, but that's okay. hope you like it! english is not my first language so i’m sorry for any mistakes, guys.

word count: 1,3k

warnings: kinda angst but then fluff in the end, maya being stupid and the most doting mother in the world <3

You loved spending time with your Aunt Amelia at the hospital because she always found a way to let you watch some surgery she was doing, because you were her favorite niece and she did everything you asked.

But there were no surgeries today. Amelia was in the emergency room treating several patients who appeared to be suffering from the same severe headache. Bored and also having a bad headache from the flu, you sat on the floor of the infirmary while putting on your headphones to listen to Taylor Swift. You didn't notice the presence of a teenage girl behind you until she was tapped on the shoulder.

"Do you like Taylor Swift?" That was Nurse Hernandez's daughter who was at the hospital every day after she got out of school. You had seen her there several times during your life.

"Yes, I'm listening to Evermore." You walked away so the girl sat next to you. "What can we say that..."

"He's Folklore's brother." She smiled. And what a smile. "My name is Elena. You are the daughter of Doctor DeLuca and Captain Bishop, right?"

"Yes, but most people just call me Y/n." Elena rolled her eyes. "Want to listen to the album with me?"

"Of course."

You spent hours on end listening to all of Taylor Swift's albums, and when your phone died, you simply talked about anything that came to mind. You discovered that Elena was a really nice girl and you had a similar vibe, which made you automatically enjoy her company. When your aunt looked for you hours later, she caught you laughing like there was no tomorrow with Elena and was almost sorry to end the moment between you.

"Y/n/n, your mom is already going home." You waved goodbye to Elena and went after your mother with Amelia.

It didn't go unnoticed by Carina that you seemed happier and more excited since the morning, she made a mental note to mention this to her wife later. Normally you talked a lot in the car, but this time you were so busy with your phone that it blinked every second with a new notification that she preferred not to interrupt.

At some point you got over your crush on Julie because it was replaced by a huge crush on Elena. You two had become great friends, talking practically all day through messages about anything. It was with you that Elena shared that she had finally had her first kiss.

You fell asleep right after taking your medicine, which really made you sleepy, but not before practically begging your mother to take you to the hospital again.

Teenagers really were very weird.

You were very grumpy after this information, but she made some joke and changed the subject when she noticed your discomfort.

Every possible opportunity to stay at home you used to go to the hospital. At this point, your mother Carina already knew about Elena's existence and thought your friendship with the girl was cute.

Maya hated it. She felt that there was something more between you two and to her you were still a baby. And of course, she was right.

You didn't have a completely platonic relationship. At least not since you decided to admit that you liked her more than just a friend and she confessed that she felt something more too. You never kissed or anything like that out of pure insecurity, but that was about to change.

Heavy rain in Seattle caused part of your school's roof to collapse, leaving all students home for three days until the repairs were finally completed.

Your mother was having surgery that would take a few hours, so you decided to take shelter with Elena in her office. You don't remember exactly what turn your conversation took and made you and Elena start kissing. Much less did you remember when your mothers entered the office and caught you in a compromising position.

"I told you, Carina!" Your mother Maya screamed. You distanced yourself as much as possible from Elena, wiping your face stained by her red lipstick. "There was no way this was platonic."

"Bella, we'll deal with this later. Elena, your mother is looking for you to go home." You ran to Elena and shook her hand before she finally left. That only seemed to increase Maya's anger, scaring you so that you cowered even more on the floor.

Carina approached you and touched your head.

"Bambina, look at me."

"Mamma Maya è arrabbiata con me." You had a habit of speaking Italian when you were nervous. Maya felt her heart tighten with regret for once again letting her anger get the best of her.

"Let me deal with Mamma Maya, ok bambina?" You shook your head and looked at your mother. Your eyes were teary and there were still traces of lipstick on your face. "There's the most beautiful girl in the world. Is Elena your girlfriend?"

"No, mamma. But I really wanted this."

"You're not old enough to date, Y/n DeLuca-Bishop!" Maya shouted. "You need to focus on your studies and nothing else."

"Bella, leave me alone with her." Carina gave her best I think you'd better obey me look when Maya resisted her request. The firefighter left the office in a huff. "Don't listen to what your mother said. If you're happy, I'm happy. Now let's go home."

You didn't talk to any of your mothers the whole way, even though Carina tried to start a conversation. Maya was so angry and you were so afraid that she would freak out and send you to the other side of the world just to get away from Elena that it hurt deeply.

Dinner was also eaten in silence and with you trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. Carina wanted to hit Maya hard when she noticed this.

You retired early saying you needed to finish some homework. Only then did Carina let all her frustration out.

"Your daughter needs your support, you idiot!" Carina frantically hit Maya on the shoulder, who tried to free herself from her wife without success. "Sei incredibile, Maya Bishop!"

"I know I overreacted..."

"Overreacted? You were terrible. I think you better fix this before it gets worse."

That's what Maya did. Before knocking on your bedroom door she heard you sniffle and felt like the worst mother in the world.

Maya took a deep breath and knocked twice on your door.

"Y/n/n, it's mom." Maya heard the sound of some things falling before you finally responded.

"Go away."

Then you cried. You cried because you felt like you let your mother down and you felt like she didn't love you anymore and mainly because you were afraid of her forcing you to stay away from Elena.

"I'm sorry, honey. I was too extreme. I'm still learning, you know?" You opened the door a crack and she saw one of your brown eyes staring deeply at her. "I'm still learning how to be a good mother and sometimes I feel like I'm not."

"You are, mom. You're good at so many things but you're the best as being my mom. I was just scared that I let you down."

"You would never be capable of that, little bee. Even if you committed a crime I still think it would be impossible to disappoint me." You opened the door and your mother saw how wrecked you were. Hair standing on end and face swollen from crying. "Come here and hug mommy, please?"

You hugged her and then everything was fine. Because Maya really was bad at a lot of things and hard-headed about pretty much everything, but she was the best mother you could ask for.

[mykneeshurt]

Happy Birthday

Captain Price x F!reader

Here you go my lil thirsty babies

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut - you can have a surprise again lmao

The taxi pulled up to your Captains home, a quaint little cottage just off an estate in Hereford. It was a night of celebration, your 30th birthday. The good Captain took it upon himself to throw you a birthday BBQ with the rest of your team. After a gruelling mission it was something you were desperately looking to.

It was a warm July evening, a humid breeze swirled around you as you walked up to the front door. Solid oak, washed a deep walnut colour, it was impressive. There was a thatched roof too, giving it a perfect English country vibe.

Knocking on the door you tucked your hair behind your ear, pulling your summer dress down a little more.

The door creaked open and Price met you with a warm smile, ‘you’re early love.’ Furrowing your brows you wrinkled your nose ‘no I’m not? You said six?’ He reached out and grabbed the small case of beer from your grasp with a wink, ‘definitely said seven.’ He moved slightly allowing you to enter his home.

It was quite minimalist, but colourful, various indoor plants decorated the window sills and corners of the room. You passed an antique bar which was full to the brim with various spirits, liqueurs and wines. There was an old fireplace which looked heavily used in the living room which lead through the kitchen.

‘Jesus’ you whispered as you stepped into the room. It was beautiful, a picturesque country kitchen you’d find in a magazine. The French doors were open which looked out upon a beautifully kept garden, it looked like it kept going to the horizon. He brushed past you, his warm skin grazed your arm as he walked to his fridge. ‘Sir, this kitchen is beautiful!’

As he popped the lid off your beer he chuckled to himself ‘we’re off duty, you can call me John love.’ Handing you the beer his eyes lingered on yours, fingertips touching briefly as you took the glass bottle off him. Smirking you took a swig and hopped up onto the counter watching him as he prepared the food. ‘So, how long have you lived here? It’s stunning.’

He kept his eyes on the vegetables as he chopped them up for the salad, ‘about five years now, was a proper dump when I got it. But I renovated it when I had some time off, did as much of it as I could on my own. Finally finished it last year.’ Gazing around the room at the low hanging beams, the tan tiles on the floor and beautiful deep copper sink you were surprised he’d done so much. ‘Not just a pretty face then sir’ you smirked as you took another swig.

He chewed his jaw as he looked over to you, your legs dangling off the counter, the golden hue of the sun illuminated your face, your eyes, your hair. Walking over to you he pulled at the drawer, his arm once again brushing you. Keeping his eyes fixed on the utensils he flashed his eyes up at you, the blue pools glimmered in the evening sun. ‘John’ he corrected.

‘Mmm, John.’ You tried out his name on your tongue. It felt foreign. Dirty.

You slid your leg across the counter and slowly pushed the drawer shut. Taking another swig you placed the bottle down and took his jaw in your hand. ‘I think I prefer sir.’

A primal growl emanated from his chest as he moved between your legs. From the very beginning there had been tension between the two of you. Furtive glances, banter, flirting, the foundation all ready in place to what ever was about to transpire. A hand slid up your thigh as you kept his gaze on you ‘you wanna fuck me John?’ Biting your lip you watched as he took a sharp inhale ‘like you wouldn’t fucking believe.’

Pulling him him closer you nipped at his ear lobe, ‘we got forty five minutes, you best take it then sir.’

With one smooth movement he wrapped his arm around your waist and the other behind your neck. Pulling you into a hungry kiss, you wrapped your own arms around his neck and hooked a leg around his waist. Moaning into the kiss you slid your hips towards him, your barely covered pussy glossing over his crotch.

He broke the kiss slightly, as he gasped into the space between you. ‘Christ’ he breathed as he lowered his hand to find you wearing nothing but very thin lace panties. Caressing it with a finger he felt how wet you were already causing him to chuckle slightly. ‘Already?’ He was in disbelief.

‘Always so wet around you sir, you have no idea’ you whispered pulling him back into a deep kiss. Slipping your tongue into his mouth he welcomed it without a second thought. As your tongues danced and fought with one another he pushed your panties to the side, brushing his finger along your slit. Groaning once again at your aroused state.

Testing the waters he slipped a finger into you, eliciting a whine from your throat. You rolled your hips towards him again urging him to continue. He pushed in another, stretching you open with every thrust. Keeping his pace in time with the kiss he gently grazed his thumb over your clit causing you to jolt. Both knees hooked around his waist your toes pointed through sheer pleasure.

Gripping his hair between your fingers you pulled him closer to you, wanting to inhale every part of him. The sound of your pussy echoed around the kitchen as the summer breeze swirled around you from the open doors. He tasted like whiskey, top shelf of course. He smelt like pine and fresh cotton.

Breaking away from the kiss you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth. ‘I need you to fuck me’ you whispered against his jaw ‘I need you, now.’ He trialled kisses down your neck to your collar bone as he pushed you backward so you were now lying on his granite counter top. As he removed his fingers you hissed, watching as he sucked them clean smirking as your sweet taste.

‘If I’d have known you tasted like that I would have eaten this pussy months ago’ he drawled. Peeking at the clock he tutted ‘that’ll have to wait love, running out of time.’ Pulling his cock on the ran it up and down your slit a few times, gathering your arousal. You screwed your eyes shut as the head of his cock nudged clit over and over.

Pushing in you both gasped, a shudder ran down his spine as your pussy greedily sucked him in. He began to slowly move, stretching you out with every roll of his hips. He upped his pace, soon settling into a brash rhythm. You clawed at his arms, feeling his defined forearms as he grasped at your waist. ‘Fuck John’ you whined from the back of your throat. Your voice was hoarse and dry but dripping with need.

‘Keep sayin’ my name like that’ he grunted ‘keep going.’ Needling little persuasion you repeated his name, a devilish smirk on your face as you ran your tongue along your teeth. Lifting your one ankle up to his shoulder allowed him to thrust deeper into you. Completely bottoming out. As he glances down he saw a creamy ring around his cock which made his eyes roll to the back of his head. ‘Takin me so well, feels so good.’

Dropping a hand to you clit you began to rub small circles, applying the just the perfect amount of pressure. ‘Atta girl, show me how you like it’ he breathed into your ankle, kissing it tenderly. Feeling the familiar tightness grow in your abdomen your jaw began to go slack, pussy beginning to tighten.

‘You gonna cum for me?’ He ordered, slapping your outer thigh. ‘Yes, yes, fuuuuck’ you moaned ‘harder daddy please!’ There it was, the word he’d been waiting for, the most sinful word that could have dropped from your swollen lips. A guttural moan left his chest as he ramped up his pace again. Slamming his cock into you, over and over and over. Watching how your breasts and thighs bounced with the sheer force of him.

‘Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s gonna ruin this pretty little pussy.’ He felt you clench at his words. At his tone of voice. ‘Fuck I’m gonna cum!’ You whined, your body writhing beneath him. Using only one hand he pulled you upright by your dress as you came, resting your foreheads on one another’s. Another strangled moan and flurry of curses and ‘daddy’s’ fell from you, he inhaled them like the very air he needed to live.

As you came down from your high he noticed he was getting close ‘in me, John, cum in me, on the pill.’ That’s all he needed to hear. As he came inside you, you gripped his hair forcing him to look at you. Completely switching you grinned ‘mmm good boy John.’ The change in your attitude took him by surprise, causing a broken whimper to burst from his throat.

As his thrusts slowed you kissed him again, cupping his jaw. Pulling out he knelt to the floor, taking you by surprise. He swiped his tongue along your slit making you gasp, keeping his eyes on yours he licked at his cum dripping from your pussy. Before spitting it back onto you. ‘Don’t you dare clean that up. I want my cum to stay in those panties, until I take them off later .’ He gripped at your neck before giving you a peck on the lips ‘is that understood?’

Taking a sharp inhale you swallowed, hard. ‘Yes sir.’

‘Good.’ As he went to turn away he stopped himself grinning at you ‘oh, happy birthday.’

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Random ass spider headcanons that are in my maladaptive daydream

Warning: Not proof read, Cussing, probably OOC, acro ace kiri, mentions of AOT,

First and foremost FUCK HIS FOSTER FAMILY UNCLE NORM RAISED SPIDER 😤

His pain tolerance is through the roof. Like he fell out of a tree and was confused on why Lo’ak was freaking out, he looked down and was like “oh my leg’s broke”

He also like never gets sick but when he does it’s bad

Poor baby got abandonment and anger issues 😭

Probably projecting but he’s got ADHD. It was worse when he was little but he still has his hyper manic episodes

This boy radiates so much heat it’s not even funny

HE CAN SING 😩 AND PLAY THE GUITAR 😫

However he can’t dance worth shit💀 all he can do is a awkward shuffle

Projecting (again) but he tries to take care of his hair but gives up really easily. Like he will have a solid hair routine for like a week and just forgets about it instantly

subconsciously brings samples back to the lab.

This poor boy is touch starved please give him a hug

Most of the young Na’vi kids love him despite their parents distaste

Secretly watches his parents video diaries but pretends like he never wants to see them especially his dads

Him and norm watch old anime and superhero movies that was saved on drives

His hair grows hella fast

He’s a very fast learner

He knows Spanish definitely can and will cuss anybody who doesn’t understand it out

Lyle: “SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT HE’S SAYING I DONT SPEAK TACO BELL”

Lopez:😭🤣

Has crazy ass sleepwalking spells. Like everyone in the lab literally couldn’t find him. Norm decided he would go avatar to look for spider outside and spider was dead ass asleep in the pod💀

He also sleeps like a rock like the whole lab could get blown away and he would still be sleeping

Morning boi. Like why is he up at 5:30am eating breakfast watching old Pokémon reruns on a Wednesday 🤨

His room is a disaster

Steals avatar/recom clothes

Norm: “Spider, give me back my shirt it’s like 6x your size”

Spider, who looks like a toddler cuz the shirt is so big: “So? You just jealous I look hotter than you in it🙄”

I feel like there’s random period where spider will just wonder off into the forest when he’s not feeling mentally well. And it’s ok because he got the ewya armor

Like he’s found his own secret caves and groves to go to when he’s upset or just wants to be alone

Him and loak once stole the Navi equivalent to alcohol, got drunk and Jake beat their ass

Helps teach Navi kids English

Him, loak, kiri, havin waifu talk after spider showed them the wonderful world of anime

Lo’ak: “historia is top tier”

Spider: “man fuck historia have you seen ANNIE AND MIKASA 😩”What can I say man loves him a strong woman

Kiri: “acro ace vibing with hange”

Boy’s oblivious as hell

omeone will flirt with him and 3 day later while he’s chilling in the lab he’ll go: “HOLY SHIT……THEY WERE FLIRTING WITH ME-”

The waifu one was based off these videos here

@hyperfixatedfandomer @naavispider @today-or-tumble

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Nct 127 as fratboys Pt.1

I enjoyed this wayyyyyy too much lmaoo

Taeil

first off

baby he don't wanna be here lmaoooo

He don't even know how he got in a frat in the first place

he majors in one of three things

comp sci

finance

or accounting (Yes finance and accounting are different)

Taeil wouldn't be your typical frat boy

he's definitely turning his assignments in on time

and he is never

and I mean NEVER up for a party

but allows it to happen anyway

however, if its finals season...

He is the one who shuts the party down when the clock touches 12

"Everyone get the fuck out! You have exams in a few hours"

The father of the frat honestly

He's pretty laid back and doesn't bother anyone

Some would think that he doesn't get laid either but c'mon now

he fucks around ALOT!

Don't let him fool you

Has had a threesome multiple times

but don't tell anyone I told you that

He hates the parties but always gets 4-5 BJs at each

and guess what y'all

if you fuck him

NO ONE WILL KNOW!

he won't brag about it and he won't tell a soulllll

If his friends are eyeing someone he's been with b4

and they ask him about her

trust and believe this man won't say a word

he'll shrug and be like "Ion know"

ughhh and he pulls easily too

Usually he beats around the bush

but always makes it clear he doesn't want anything serious

all in all he's a sneaky and quiet fratboy

lol

Johnny

Yeah...

everybody knows about this bitch right here

He is a business major.

Period

do not question the facts

doesn't give too much fucks about his grades though

as long as he gets a degree after this shit

he's good.

He would be known as the irresistible heartbreaker

cuz he WILL pull you in

and then drop you after he fucks.

I'm just being honest here y'all lmaoo

He is THE life of the party

like if a party is happening and he ain't there...

it's gonna be lame asf

He and Jaehyun are notorious for making their coma-inducing

jungle juice

Surprisingly he has a good fashion sense for a frat boy

oh and he definitely comes from a rich family

so yk he's driving his car around blasting

Drake and Tyga

Smokes hella w33d btw

like I'm not even joking

his circle clean as hell though

vibes are always through the roof

He fucks every other day

and everybody knows he does

why?

because he posts about it on social media

yup.

i said it.

He would definitely tag your ass too

so if yk you don't like the inanet knowing

that your- in his words- "pum pum wetter than the ocean"

then leave this man alone

lmaoooo

overall a menace and a jerk- typical fratboy (I'm sorry I wanted him to be sweet too lol)

Taeyong

He's a nerd.

I'm sorry but Taeyong does not belong in a frat 😭 jk k

but

He 100% has his legos displayed in his room

like don't even say it's not true

His idea of a fun time is spending hours building a lego set

He's definitely a communications major

maintains a relatively good gpa

so he's ight.

And a ladies man

Oh yupp

Everyone who has his twitter sees his posts about pussy eating.

And lemme tell you something

Bitches have lined up in front of the frat to get eaten out by this man

ya hear me???

And he brags about it on the dl

would be notorious for attending 2-3 parties for the semester tho

why?

his legos.

he NEVER has a shirt on

I swearrrrrr

he also smokes w33d with Johnny sometimes

but doesn't do it often bcz it tends to fuck him up a bit too much

can't roll one to save his life lmao

in terms of fucking he only does it when he's stressed

Did a threesome with Taeil once

He's the type to stare you down from some creepy ass dark corner at a party if he finds you hot.

He's definitely not the type to just tell anyone that he ate you out or fucked you randomly

but if one of his friends were to ask him

he's telling it all and giving you a rating outta 10.

for your sake

you betta hope he don't give you anything below 6.

[fountainpenguin]

I know realistically Kevin and Dale would never talk to each because of age difference, class difference, Dale's trust issues etc.

But you can't write two socially inept boys with a passion for robotics and not have them interreact once!

Rip. They could have been besties. Maybe in another life.

I have been THINKING SO HARD on Kevin since I realized Dale is into robotics too- I didn't expect canon would just give me a robotics expert back when I tossed Kevin into that role due to cyborg obsession!

My current Cloudlands AU canon is still set up for Kevin designing the robot babysitters we see in "Channel Chasers" (Maybe Vicky bought one and customized it? Unclear)... I'm not sure if that will stay, but I feel like Dale wouldn't be happy about the Vicky design, sldkfj...

I'm not emotionally attached to the "Channel Chasers" future and I wasn't looking forward to rushing the city to be high-tech in 20 years, so if New Wish can ignore flying cars and stuff, I might too. We'll see...

Anyway, Kevin is practically the only kid in the OG series who told us what he wanted to be when he grew up and it was a dentist... and Dale has teeth issues and also likes robots... Hm. Inch resting.

I mean, Kevin IS a Buxaplenty in my lore...

... it's not out of the question for him to toy more with that side of his heritage as he grows older and closer to Remy...

POV: You're Dale sent to meet a Buxaplenty at a convention:

One of my favorite jokes in Cloudlands AU is that Kevin - an estranged Buxaplenty-Crocker child with witch magic that forces him to see ghosts under specific circumstances - has bizarre relationships with random people, but won't elaborate...

Ex: His job shadow with the Grim Reaper (x), his stepfamily (x) who are definitely not vampires (x), Jimmy Neutron's son despite him not being born at that point in the 2D World timeline (x), he's gotten an email from Danny Phantom (x), the Crocker house talks to him (x), he watches soap operas with his uncle's ex (who is a cat) (x), he knows the Burger World Employee & Bob the Boil & Mikey Munroe through Club Redheads Who Didn't Get Mindwiped (x), he's Foop's foster dad (x), he's caretaker for his undead great-uncle who was reborn as an iguana (x), he's still "alive" 150k years in the future (after he's reborn as a crow) and has met people in Foop's teen friend group (x), he lived beneath the same roof as Anti-Sanderson (x)... List goes on. I also like to think he's met Dark Laser's son. Kevin is the only one who ever knows what's going on with his life.

Canonically in my lore, Kevin has laid eyes on Rudy Tabootie from ChalkZone, Diego and Baby Jaguar from Go Diego Go, Chase from Paw Patrol, and he's spoken to Zac from Shimmer and Shine because they were all at the interdimensional Nick show pizza parlor.

It is not out of the question for Kevin to be familiar with Dale, because Dimmadelphia is heavily implied to be a tech empire (Robotics community is big there), they might've attended the same fancy tech university for a year or two, and it totally fits Kevin's gag. It's the Crocker curse of getting in everyone's way...

I'mma be honest, I think Kevin is Dale's type (Struggling under the weight of the world, daddy / mommy / step-daddy / uncle issues, the town has come to expect A Vibe from his family, is "extra" when the setting calls for it, builds awesome robots, makes money in a stable career)... Dale's type is "As easy to understand and low maintenance as possible; bonus points for same interests."

I think Dale just wants to live by himself tbh. He gets along so well with Hadley because she's very independent, also from a wealthy family (Leadlys), travels a lot, doesn't "need" him, and totally gets his need for personal space and clear instructions on how she wants to celebrate holidays and anniversaries. Hadley tells him exactly what to do and Dale says "Bless this low-brainpower relationship I scored. Whatever you say, girlfriend." They definitely spark each other off sometimes, but they're both good at taking time for themselves (and remember they like existing with each other). I think deep down, Dale is glad to have someone helping him manage his stress and bringing in extra income - plus in City Lights AU, he wants Dev to be his heir and needs a basic "let me show you what Daddy does because this will be you someday" connection to him - so those are the things that stop him from living alone. He gets lonely when Hadley's away, but he also likes fewer distractions and not sharing the bed... They get along fine :)

But Kevin sees way too much of himself in Dale (Big and loud to cover the self-deprecation and anxiety) and he's not into that, so he'd pretend to be oblivious if he ever got hit on.

Kevin's vision of Dale is "only puts in emotional energy when it's convenient." You can pry "I adore you even when you hate yourself and will happily cover extra housework when you're exhausted b/c we're a team" Chloe from Kevin's undead talons <3

City Lights AU Dale would not hit on him because he's Daddy's Good Boy and would probably have an anxiety attack if he had One (1) Fantasy outside his marriage, but y'know... In some other universe, the robot-lovers geek out together. Kevdale tag when?

Alt consideration: Hadley has her QPR with Remy and Dale has one with the Crockermichaels... Crockermichaeldome tag when... Yes, It has to be both of them... Do not separate.

Alt consideration II:

I love the Crockermichaels... I love the Cherrylemons... Please talk to me about them.

Secret Bonus Crockermichael Notes

For anyone unware of the ridiculous size difference between Chloe and Kevin's hands, allow me to enlighten you:

And yes... in the Riddleverse, Chloe and Kevin changed their surnames to Crockermichael when they got married. They miss each other when they blink <3

Bonus Pt 2 - Crocker not recognizing grown-up Chloe, but still being nice to her when the employee sends her to ride with him, which is not his usual M.O.... Chloe and her uncle-in-law... They're important to me...

Bonus Pt 3 - Kevin's wedding ring is a tiny dragon!

It's inspired by these drafts I wrote in 2018:

Her fingers skimmed along plastic containers of strawberries, and she picked two up. “Here. One for your place, one for mine.” Kevin eyeballed the price sticker on the sign. “I dunno. They’re out of season. I’ll pass.” Chloe arched her brows. One offended hand flew to her chest. “Sure, it’s a premium price right now, but what could be more rewarding than maintaining a healthy body every month of the year?” “Your engagement ring, I hope.” Chloe considered this, then set one box down. “It better have a strawberry engraved on it.” “Actually, I was thinking I’d get this neat silver one that looks like a little robot wrapped around your finger.”

&

Chloe bounced on her heels. “I look forward to welcoming all aspects of my pregnancy, even the ones which are, tragically, so often seen as negative.” Molly tapped her nails against her mug. “Let me guess. You’ve already got a dozen baby names picked out.” “I am partial to Chloe Junior myself,” she admitted, grinning Kevin’s way. “But Kevin likes Phillip, after the prince from Sleeping Beauty.” “I like dragons,” he called over his hot chocolate. Chloe waved her hand. “I’m not sure about it since it isn’t super gender-neutral. We’re still working things out on that end. Although it would be a very cute name for a girl…” She stared at the loose change in the change jar, lost in thought.

Along the Cherry Lane - WIP

Fun game called "Can you guess which worldbuilding detail Chloe and Kevin don't know about above? :)"

[heavyhitterheaux]

Anxious Nights

AN: ultimate boyfriend vibes 🥺💕

Synopsis: Anxious feelings come about when you stay in your new condo for the first time and your boyfriend comes to the rescue

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 😘

Jack Harlow Masterlist

Warnings: mention of anxiety

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Okay, I can do this. 

You thought to yourself for the millionth time that night as you looked around your living room of your new condo that you had just bought. 

It was a long time coming with your anxiety and scared of being able to branch out on your own and you finally did it.

It only took about 23 years, but you were still proud of yourself nonetheless and your boyfriend Jack was proud of you too.

He knew how much you struggled with your mental health and you were finally getting to the point where you were putting yourself first and not letting everything and everyone around you wear you thin.

It was around 10 pm and Jack had told you that he was still at the studio when you sent a text not too long ago to check on him. He was also sure to ask if you were okay since this would be your first night staying in the condo by yourself.

The studio wasn’t far from where you were, but the last thing you wanted was for Jack to drive in the rain which was now cascading down your floor length windows as you looked out of them to see the city lights and cars moving at a lower speed.

If you would have known that it was going to rain today, you might have taken Jack up on his offer to stay the night with you, but you promised that you would be fine because you didn’t want him to worry about you.

Except, he did.

And all the time.

He knew you like the back of his hand and he was literally just holding his phone in his hand waiting for a text from you asking for him to come and see you.

He decided that he was going to see you anyway when he was done at the studio because he knew that your anxiety would be going through the roof with how the weather was outside. 

You loved the rain, but it was the thunder that you didn’t like.

Loud sounds immediately made you uncomfortable and putting in your air pods didn’t help because you could still hear it.

You- Umm babe, I don’t want to bother you but can you come over when you’re done?

Smush- Of course I can. You need me to bring anything for you?

You- No, just yourself. It’s disgusting outside and I’d rather you come straight here then have to make extra stops

Smush- Did you eat yet?

You- 👀👀👀👀

Smush- Baby, please eat something even if it’s almost 11 now

You- Fine, can you bring me pizza then? I really don’t want you to be out longer than you have to be

Smush- I’ll be fine, be there before you know it. I love you.

You- I love you too

As you sent the text to Jack, a loud crack of thunder startled you and you immediately jumped almost ten feet in the air.

“I fucking hate this shit.” You simply mumbled to yourself as you made a decision to bury yourself deeper into the covers and wait for your boyfriend to arrive. 

When you finally heard a knock on the door, you tore the comforter off of you and basically sprinted downstairs to open it to see your boyfriend holding the pizza you requested and drenched from head to toe.

“Took you long enough! I thought you said thirty minutes! It’s almost been an hour!”

“They messed up your order so I made them do it again because I wasn’t about to come here empty handed without what you asked me for.”

“I appreciate it, I just worry a lot. You know that.”

“I know.” Jack said leaning down to place several kisses on your lips, you pulled away and immediately got a concerned look on your face.

“What?” Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Into the shower you go because Neelam is not about to blame me for you getting sick and not being able to finish your album. Move it.” You said while going behind him and pushing him into the direction of the master bathroom.

“But only if you join me, though.”

“Hmm, that sounds tempting.”

“And then you can get cuddles from me for the rest of the night and maybe just maybe the majority of the day tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” You said while going to run the hot water.

Jack was undressing behind you and you soon followed by throwing everything into the hamper for you to wash later.

Once you got under the water, you simply leaned back on Jack’s chest as he embraced you and you immediately relaxed.

“I’m here now so you know you don’t have anything to worry about.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear and you immediately smiled.

“And I appreciate you for coming to see me. I appreciate everything you do for me, and I’m sorry if I don’t tell you enough. I know it can be a lot being with me.” You muttered that last part and all Jack did was turn you around to face him. 

“Look at me. Anything my baby needs and I can give it to her, I’m going to do it. I just want you to be okay and to feel safe. It isn’t a lot being with a person that you know how to love correctly and you’ve shown me how to do that.”

“Safest place that I’m ever going to feel is in your arms as cheesy as that sounds.”

“That’s not cheesy at all, it’s how you feel and I always want you to feel comfortable to tell me what you’re feeling. And I never want that feeling to go away. I always want you to be able to come to me first with anything that you want or need. No matter how big or small. You weren’t dealt the best hand in life, so all I want to do is show you how you’re supposed to be loved.”

“I swear I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do. You deserve everything good in your life and never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

The two of you stayed in the shower for another fifteen minutes with Jack making sure that you were okay before heading back downstairs to warm up the pizza that you requested that he brought while sitting on the couch watching Creed since you wanted to rewatch the first two before you saw the third one. 

There you were perched on Jack’s lap while stuffing your face and all he was doing was smiling at you. 

You felt his eyes on you and you immediately turned around to look at him.

“What?” You said as you grabbed your Hi-C orange juice box, a 24 pack courtesy of Urban and sipped away.

“Nothing, I just love you a whole lot.”

“Well, I just love you a whole lot and I’m happy to have you in my life. I don’t know how many times I’m going to say that tonight, but it’s true.”

“And I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

The movie finally finished and it was around three in the morning when Jack turned off the tv, put the leftover food away, and picked you up bridal style to take you upstairs. You were knocked out cold in his arms and all he did after he got you under the comforter was kiss your forehead before going to the other side of the bed and getting comfortable himself. 

Jack wrapped his arms around you and you immediately turned around to face him and placed your head on his chest.

“You weren’t sleep were you when I carried you upstairs?”

“Nope. Just wanted for you to hold me close to you.”

“And you faked sleep when all you had to do was ask? I have literally been holding you all night since I got here.”

“And besides I didn’t feel like walking up here either so it was a win-win.”

“You definitely owe me for that.” Jack said as he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry, I already have some ideas in mind that don’t involve clothes.”

“Then why are we both still wearing them?” Jack curiously asked and you picked your head up to look at him.

You simply sat up and began to take off the shirt that you were wearing that definitely belonged to Jack and threw it across the room while leaning over to kiss him. 

“The less you talk, the sooner I can get started.” You replied while raising your eyebrows.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

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[black-and-yellow]

The Mind Electric - Loudspeaker AU

Hizashi Yamada gets a stern talking-to, because someone has to reel him in, and of course it would be Kayama.

~2.7k words Yes it's named after the Miracle Musical song, the vibes were just chefs kiss. Based on this comic.

Also on AO3 here

Yamada awoke with a start, eyes snapping open, expecting to see sunlight filling the room, but it was still almost entirely dark. He didn’t know what had woken him, he didn’t remember having a particularly horrifying dream – in fact, he couldn’t remember having dreamt at all. He moved a hand to his stomach, his skin burning hot against his fingers.

That was when his eyes caught a glimpse of something, a silhouette in front of the roof window, where the pale glow from street lights outside filtered pathetically through the thin cloth ‘curtains’ he’d stuck up to cover the smashed hole in the glass.

Clumsily, he pawed around for his glasses and found them on the floorboards by his mattress. He knocked over an empty takeout box as he did, sending disposable chopsticks and the remnants of some kind of cheap sauce spilling onto the floor.

When he’d pushed his glasses up onto his nose and his eyes adjusted to the light, he could see her.

At first his heart jumped, but he calmed himself, knowing there was a more realistic answer. He blew out a sigh, the short lived elation drowned out by disappointment.

“You’re in my head.”

Kayama looked down at him, her arms behind her back, standing there bathed in an unreal glow. Her face was only just visible, but Yamada could make out the whites of her eyes and the lenses of her glasses. She wore an off-the-shoulder sweater, something she’d wear around the house when she was off-duty. Warm and soft and baby pink.

“That’s right,” she said, voice flat and expressionless.

“So I’m dreaming?”

“Obviously.”

Yamada slowly pulled himself to his feet to step closer, gangly legs wobbling under the unsteady weight of himself. He could see her better, then; the dark mole under her left eye, her perfectly applied mascara, the faintest hint of smile lines at the corners of her mouth. Not a detail absent.

“I’m just how you picture your conscience,” she told him, and he sneered a bit, perhaps at himself. Don’t people usually dream about their teeth crumbling or something when they’re nervous? Why did she have to be here?

“So my conscience has Kayama’s face. What’s up with that?” he asked, although he knew the answer perfectly well.

“Oh, please,” she responded, in that short and fed up manner that she always used on him when he wore her patience too thin with his feigned stupidity shtick, “You respect her. You love her, you value her opinion, you need her to talk some sense into you. And you’ll listen to her. More than you’ll listen to yourself, at least.”

He narrowed his eyes, drew himself up to his full height. He hated being read like this, but he paused to remind himself that he was simply talking to himself, in an unconventional way.

“What do you even want?”

“You know full well what I want. I want you to stop all… this,” she threw her arms up at him, regarding him with a certain air of disgust, “This has all gone too far.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a danger to yourself. You’ve been a danger to yourself for years. But this…?” she slowly shook her head at him in a disapproving way, “You don’t even know what you’re doing any more, or why. You lost sight of yourself the moment you started to spite Aizawa.”

He internally cringed at hearing Aizawa’s name. Admittedly, there had been a switch flicked in his head for a while, but he couldn’t put his finger on when it happened. Maybe it was at the park, when Aizawa had knocked his teeth out, or when he hadn’t shown up to the bar. He’d even been intending to turn himself in at that point, racked with guilt at what he’d said to him. Aizawa’s words when they met up in the back alley rang in his head,

“What do you think Nemuri would say if she were here?”

And he’d justified it to himself since then. Nemuri would have understood, he’d told himself for weeks – months, even. She would be on his side, she’d respect his decision, she’d say ‘If you think this is for the best, I’m right behind you’. But now here she stood, even though it wasn’t really her, but it was what he really knew she’d do, and she was clearly angry with him. She regarded him with obvious disgust and just a hint of pity, like how you’d look at roadkill.

“You started taking a more active role in the vanguard squad. Every time you go out, you use more of your quirk. You like it,” she went on.

And he had to admit. He did like it. Working in close proximity with other heroes, as well as innocents he couldn’t risk hurting, he was constantly holding himself back. But here, he didn’t have to worry about it. When Shigaraki had questioned whether he was even worth keeping around, in his first few weeks with them, when he would mostly provide intel, he had insisted that his quirk could be a worthwhile asset to the PLF. Some of the other villains took him to a secluded area, far enough away from any patrols that might hear, and insisted he prove his claim. He stood on his own away from them, about the same distance the other heroes always kept behind him. He cranked up his bass, his volume, his reverb, his everything, to the point that he had to stop because Dabi started throwing up and the others were all clawing at their ears, but he could have kept going. He’d earned his place in the Vanguards, he’d sat up straighter since then, he kept an ongoing rumble in the back of his throat, and the rest of the squad generally kept their distance from him. And he liked it

That was the kind of respect he just didn’t get back at UA. Even when he’d lose it, Aizawa would always shoot a glare at him and his voice would be cut off and he’d look a fool to everyone. Nobody took him seriously, even when they knew what he could do in theory, like they knew that he was simply too pathetic to actually use it for anything except being irritating and the occasional stun attack, which they didn’t usually see anyway because he was mostly off to the sidelines. Maybe it was because he’d always been shadowed by the statures of the other heroes. Even Midnight could pick him up, and she would, just to be annoying, or embarrass him at parties.

“You’ve stopped caring who gets hurt,” Kayama carried on, then she jabbed a finger at him, inches away from his chest, purposefully not touching him, “All that’s in here is rage. You’re fuelled by it. Spite and rage.”

He’d always been angry, since he was a teen. He’d keep quiet when he was irked, but he never really calmed himself, he just put on a grin and simmered in it. If he started to boil over, Midnight would cool him down, telling him sternly to sit down and stop it. And he only did because it was her. And after she was gone, there was nobody to metaphorically take him off the heat. He could feel the stove growing hotter even now, even though it was her face, because he knew she was right.

“You can’t go back now, you’re like a cassette with all the tape unravelled. You’re all over the place. You’ve got your head in the PLF, your heart stuck in a past you could never have had back anyway, you’ve got your feet somewhere between home and Tartarus. I don’t even know where your backbone is. Oh, you just get so much worse, don’t you?”

He clenched his jaw, heat building in his chest. He could feel the nerve endings in his face twitching but he bit his tongue.

“What happens when you finally end up killing someone, Hizashi? You’re a natural disaster squeezed into a body that can hardly even keep a rein on it anymore. What happens when you get yourself killed?”

“STOP IT!” he snapped at her finally. His voice came out sharp and sudden like a crack of lightning, but Kayama didn’t even flinch, “If you’re in my head, why can’t you just- Just tell me I’m right! Just tell me what I want you to!” He stopped to breathe through bared, gritted teeth, the air coming in shakily and out again in shivers. Hot, angry tears pooled at the corners of his eyes and his entire form tensed.

Kayama closed her eyes and shook her head again, slow, solemn, disappointed. She remained entirely calm and collected.

“I don’t think you know what you want,” she said.

He balked, scoffing at the notion, throwing his head to the side, his arms falling back down limply, as if the very notion were ridiculous.

“I want… you know,” he started, then stopped. He looked back at her, his expression shifting from unbridled rage to indignant to confusion.

“I want… I…”

He hadn’t thought about it in a little while. At the outset, he knew exactly what he wanted. It seemed so simple. He bought his friends’ safety, he wanted to be the wall between Aizawa and death, he wanted to keep Eri swaddled in a blanket. He wanted the others to adore him. He wanted All Might to tell him how brave he was, because he was brave, wasn’t he? Giving up all he had, his radio show, his hero career, his dorm in Heights Alliance, his name in UA’s books, just to keep the people he cared about safe. How was that not brave? How could that be bad?

But that’s not what happened, it could never be that easy.

Aizawa didn’t thank him, his colleagues didn’t respect him, and his stomach churned with anger. Everything he ate tasted rotten, he got nosebleeds, his hands shook, his hair was streaked with grey, his head pounded every waking minute, the scar over his eye leaked and bled.

Then he only wanted to spite Aizawa, because wasn’t Aizawa oh so much worse than he was? Aizawa walked away from him after high school, Aizawa hated spending time with him outside of work, – and he hated how juvenile it made him sound, like he was yearning to play with his friend – but Aizawa refused to spar with him, even when he was hopping from foot to foot with his sleeves rolled up, urging him ‘come on, Sho! Come on, Sho! Fair fight, no speaker, no studs, come on!’ He’d just turn his head away and tell him, ‘what’s the point, Yamada?’ or ‘that’s enough, Yamada’. Just like he said when he’d tried to talk about Kayama. Aizawa didn’t let him mourn Kayama. And that was the catalyst to all of it, if he’d just been there. If he’d just listened. It would have been so easy, just to sit and listen and pat his shoulder, he didn’t even have to say anything, just don’t stop him. Then none of this would have happened. All of this was Aizawa’s fault. And there he was, back in UA, acting like nobody could have seen this coming, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. He wanted to grab that man by his greasy unwashed jumpsuit and shake him back and forth until his brain rattled around in his skull like a maraca.

“I… want…”

Yamada hadn’t even noticed he was shaking violently, lurching back and forth as every new thought popped into his head and he found something new to be angry about, and linked them all together in his brain, and packaged them up with a pretty red ribbon.

Then he stopped, stood still for a moment, entirely pathetic, engulfed in Kayama’s shadow, then let his legs go out from underneath him, and fell to his knees.

“I want you back, Kayama. I want Aizawa back. I want to go home.”

She was completely silent, and so was he. But he knew she was there, and he could feel her icy blue eyes drilling into his spine and crawling about under his skin. The tears rolled down his cheeks and fell to the floor with little pitter patters in the silence. The silence just went on and on, dragging out for what felt like hours.

“KAYAMA!” he yelped, his whole situation dawning on him, looking up to her like a lost, scared child, eyes burning, “Just say something!” He raised his arms, still trembling, “Hold me! Just… please.”

“Yamada…” Her voice was calm and softer now, and sounded like it came from inside his own head, “Come on. Do you think that’s what she’d do? If she were here?”

He dropped his arms to his sides again and admitted defeat. There was no point arguing any longer. He knew Kayama better than this, no matter how much he’d tried to fool himself, he knew that she would never stand for any of this.

“You know her brutal honesty always kept you in check. Now you have to grow up and do it yourself.”

Yamada didn’t bother saying anything. He found the chest of drawers by the wall and managed to pull himself to his feet, trying to regain any sliver of his composure. Not that he really cared what Kayama saw him like, she’d known him since their UA days, she’d seen worse of him. And this wasn’t even her in the first place. But it was second best.

“The big fight tomorrow, in the city centre,” she went on when he’d stumbled back over to her, pouring with sweat, “You know the kids from UA are going to be there. That’s why it’s scheduled for right then and there. Because you’re the one who told Shigaraki. You know the schedules. How much danger do you think they’ll be in? How much danger were you planning for them to be in? You helped plan it, after all. You planned most of it. You never intended to stand on the sidelines…” she paused, “So. What are you going to do… Mic?”

It gave him a start, that name. It sounded so foreign. That dumb, obnoxious, pain in the neck DJ, peacock-ing about with his chest puffed out. Had that really been him?

He wrapped his arms around himself, thinner now than he had been, but if he closed his eyes, he could almost feel the polished floorboards of UA under his feet, smell the books and office chairs of the staff room, hear Aizawa taking homeroom with a lacklustre role call. He breathed out a sigh, putting the thought out of his mind. A past he could never get back.

“What can I do any more, Kayama?”

She sounded closer to him when she finally spoke, and when he opened his eyes, he found that she was.

“Figure it out.” She said. Not demanding, not bitterly. Not like she wanted to grab him by the nape of his neck and dangle him out the window.

Just kindly.

He took a step forward until he was directly in front of her, then slowly hung his head over her shoulder. He didn’t expect her to put her arms around him, and she didn’t, he knew better than to expect that, they didn’t touch, she was always just out of reach. He kept his arms by his side too, eyes shut tight. But they stood there for a minute without saying a word, and that was about the extent, he reckoned, of what he deserved.

“Yeah. I will,” he said, near whispering, “I promise, Nem.”

It felt as if she wasn’t there all of a sudden, and she wasn’t, because of course she wasn’t, she never had been. But Yamada still felt the tug in his heart when he opened his eyes and saw the room completely empty. Like it had been the entire time.

[mothmags]

More Nashi headcannons

This time, her relationships with her family!

part 2 - part 4

Natsu

I said it before and I'll say it again she is a daddys girl

Her and her dad were super close when she was little, and they are still very close now

Natsu is so proud of his little girl.

This mf will brag to everyone about how strong and brave she is

very much like how guildarts acts about cana vibes

she tries to seem humble about it, but it's very obvious that she likes the praise

these two team up to prank people. April fools day is dreded in the dragneel household for this reason alone

he has since learned to knock when entering her apartment after accidentally catching her and maree in the mid romantic moment (they were not having sex THANK GOD)

"their not dating my ass," but he mostly keeps it to himself. they will tell everyone when their ready (totally not connecting that he and lucy had that same kinda relationship when they were younger)

be buys her and her brother a gift if he's gone on a long mission

yall KNOW. He's going to be a great dad

Lucy

when she was a teen, her and her mom had BEEF

nashi would not listen to a word she said even if it was for the best

nashi was just sick of having her tell her what to do

she grew out of it by her late teens' early 20s, tho

they were super close when she was a kid and are becoming closer now that shes out her teenage angst era

even though they had a rocky couple of years, they would still do magic lessons on wednesdays

before they go for their weekly lessons, they get coffee or tea at the local cafe that opened up down the street

Lucy gets a mocha latte and Nashi gets a boba tea

they talk about books and how their week has been and general catch up since sometimes their schedules dont sync up

these two, even in nashis' teen years, they gossip to each other about stuff happening in the guildhall while the other was away

nashi also tells her mom everything shes been working on in her studies at FSI

lucy is always ecstatic since some of it is stuff that isnt public knowledge yet

luxy tries really hard to be a good mother to her kids and now that nashi isnt a kid anymore she sees how much work and love her mom gives to make their family happy

Neil

She low key thinks he's a babied brat

They "fight" a lot. mostly about trivial things, but it never gets serious. its mostly teasing

they dont throw hands often with eachother its mostly verbal

Lucy would ground them for fighting, and they would both be like "moooom >:( we were just having a little fun"

he breaks into her apartment several times a week to steal snack on the way to the guild

when he tries to set up a prank in her apartment maree catches him like 75% of the time

she just kinda backs away and doesn't snitch because she thinks it'll be funny

sometimes hed just break in to knock a drink off her counter and turn the lights off or just generally be a nuisance for a hot second then just leave

nashi never gave him a key. This guy just breaks in through her window.

sometimes loke lets him in tho

he stays with them when his parents are on a long mission

not because he needs someone to watch him but because he gets bored in an empty house

they very much have the "only I'm allowed to be mean to my sibling" dynamic and will fight anyone who tries to break that

when they both were living under the same roof, it was incredibly chaotic but once she moved out he missed her a lot

hed never tell her that tho

Happy

besties for the resties

he joins her on smaller jobs when she can just go by herself

he joins in because "a lady shouldn't travel alone!" but he just wants to hang out with her

when she was younger and more rowdy, he would try to keep her out of trouble but would get wrapped up in whatever prank she was doing at the time

he would join her for mostly every job for this reason, but since neil goes out on jobs alone now, he mostly joins him (and ofc he joins natsu and lucy on theirs aswell when they do big ones)

he steals food from her apartment with neil

he teases her like how he teases lucy but ofc its all light hearted

[nerdycanible1]

Hellos my little lovies!! Jskdjsdksjdksj

Here is some more art of Lin Beifong that I have promised. I do apologize it took me so long but I’ve been. . . Lazy XD

Anyways here is the art of Lin Beifong and my oc Gaia who is a sandbender. I have a few stories coming up with her in them so I hope you guys will be patient!

So here is the beginning of Gaia and Lin’s relationship, though it was not as bright and cheery as it may seem. Below the cut I’ll have a few headcanons so I hope you’ll enjoy them!! And I’m sorry they’re in grey coloring, I sort of got lazy XD.

Alright without further ado, here are the hc’s you were waiting for and minor stories.

Gaia and Lin first met when Gaia was still new to the White Lotus. She was a prodigal sandbender but earthbender? Nope- 💀 You see, Gaia couldn’t bend earth as well as she would have liked. Just barely lifting a rock without straining and being in pain.

Gaia arrived to Republic City for the first time in her life in her early to late 20’s. First time she saw Lin she was fully stunned and was in a gay panic. Never in her life had she saw a woman that was beyond beauty.

First time looked at Gaia she was unimpressed, she didn’t know why they recruited someone so… weak. She couldn’t bend metal much less earth what was the whole deal with that.

Gaia was often times posted where Tenzin was located at. The White Lotus members thinking it would be a good thing for both Tenzin and Gaia to be assigned together. Lin at first was ready to bite Gaia’s head off for trying to flirt with Tenzin until she saw Gaia flirting with one of the older female guards (and terribly fail at it as Gaia was just a baby gay).

Lin also ignored the way Gaia stared at her at times. The way she’d turn her head and watch as Gaia looked startled and her face heat up in embarrassment as she tried to turn and hide her face, pretending she wasn’t just caught staring at Lin. “Do I have something on my face cadet?” And Gaia just turning more red all while the other guards just laugh at Gaia. “N-No ma’am.”

Gaia always acted like a goofball, always found climbing on top of the roof or pranking Tenizin in someway or another. She definitely got along well with Kya and Bumi.

Lin hated to admit it but, she found Gaia cute at times. Loving her care free attitude or the way she’d be a stuttering mess around Lin and tried to invite her out for drinking. Lin always gave her a hard time and never went but it made her heart happy to see how Gaia never took it to heart and always said there would be a next time.

It was one of those times Lin was on one of her fights with Tenzin when she ran into Gaia, Gaia is a pretty sturdy tall build and of course it caused Lin to land on her ass. Lin was still in the rage and snapped at Gaia for being in the way. Choice words were made and Lin commented on her lack of earthbending. Lin leaving before she could see the hurt in Gaia’s eyes.

After that encounter Gaia was seen actually doing her work, no messing about was made and she even made it to her posts on time and her trainings. Lin came by a few days later and it felt like the whole islands vibes were off. She found out why when she saw Gaia standing at her post, not talking or smiling and actually seeming serious for once.

Lin tried to apologize and Gaia just nodded her head and told her it was fine. Lin knew it wasn’t fine but waved Gaia off and left. The next few weeks was awkward and they didn’t make up at all until she found Gaia down at the beach trying to bend a giant boulder.

Lin has never seen Gaia so mad before, has never seen Gaia look so pissed off and hopeless. “Are you okay?”

Gaia just jumped before rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. “Everything’s fine.” Gaia said curtly. Gaia sat down on the and running her fingers through the sand to try and calm herself. “Come here to tease me about not being able to earthbend? Might as well, I can’t even lift a pebble.” Gaia muttered.

Lin felt horrible but she wouldn’t ever admit it. “Well I was wondering who was screaming like a lunatic and being an officer it’s kind of my job to see why.” Lin said with a shrug of her shoulders.

Gaia just hugging her legs while glaring at the sand. “It’s not like I’m not practicing. I’ve been practicing for however long I can remember.”

“Why can’t you… bend. . . earth? I-I mean, I’m not being rude or anything but my sister was able to bend when she was 3.”

Gaia just giving her an annoyed look before she sighed and brought her braid to the side. A long, jagged-ish scar was seen on the back of her neck, straight across and even Lin could tell it was painful. “I was sort of in a bad home when I was younger, you had to steal and do all sorts of stuff in order to survive. I went into a house that was supposed to be a easy score and I was struck from behind.” Gaia just breathing out as rain began to pour down. “And growing up in the deserts, you only ever needed sand bending. I was the best, was supposed to be the best and boom-“

“I almost died, my father was mad and gave me to the old ladies of the village, and left. It took months to recover and all I know I was never the same after that incident. Every time I tried to bend any rock or boulder it would hurt, making it feel like someone was pulling on my nerves and it just hurts.” It was then Lin realized Gaia always rubbed the back of her neck or held her hand there after sparring or practicing her stances.

Lin and Gaia stayed quiet and listened to the rain pour down on them, not even bothered by the chilly rain or breeze. “Have you talked to… Aang? I’m sure he can help-“

“That’s why I’m here. I was going to become a guard for a prison but Kazaa promised me that he’ll help me learn earthbending. Avatar Aang is supposed to help but he’s been busy.” Gaia muttered hiding her face in her arms.

“That’s… shit. I’m sorry for what I said the other day. I was just pissed off at airhead and I took it out on you. Though I was pissed off at you because you looked so happy to see me and you..l confuse me.” Lin muttered laying her head on her arm looking at the boulder of a woman. Lin could feel her cheeks heat up but refused to decipher what it meant.

Gaia could feel the tops of her ears burn red and bit back a smirk. “Sorry, not everyone gets to see the badass Lin Beifong and survive. I like strong women that can basically kill me, arrest me if that’s illegal.”

Lin snorted and shoved the others shoulder gently. “Shut up, flattery gets you nowhere cadet. Now does this mean we’re okay or what?” Lin hoping it was because she missed the polarbear dog expressions and happiness.

“Nope.” Gaia deadpanned. Lin rose her brows ready to apologize more and ask why when the other interrupted her. “Take me out on a friend date and I’ll forgive you.” Gaia wasn’t going to budge or miss this opportunity.

“A date? You know I’m with Tenzi-“

“No not like that. Spirits no matter how badly I want no. I just meant a friend date. Take me to a bar you like, show me around the city. Anything fun, I’m stuck on this island 24/7 unless Tenzin randomly wants to go into the city for something and it’s always work. Let’s do something fun. I want my time here fun and exciting!”

Lin could feel her heart thump, hearing the excitement, the adventurous side of the other struck something inside of her and she couldn’t help but smile at the other. “Fine. But just this one time.”

It was definitely not the one time. They went on many friend dates and Lin realized she loved hanging out with the idiot. She wasn’t as bad as she first thought.

Throughout the next few months Lin and Gaia got closer and Lin even began to train Gaia, teaching her the basics and even made her meditate and learn patience along with discipline.

A year or two later:

Lin and Tenzin broke up and Lin stopped coming to the island. Gaia was missing her friend but she was stuck watching the asshole that broke Lin’s heart. Not to mention she’s heard about how Lin and her family were at odds and Lin was all alone.

One day Gaia decided to take a couple of weeks off and went to see Lin. Lin was a terrible mess. Was drunk, her apartment unkempt which was definitely not how Lin usually was.

Gaia decided to take care of the woman and cleaned up her apartment and nursed her through her drunken state. Of course Lin yelled at her and screamed at her to get out but like a huge idiot, Gaia didn’t listen and went about keeping Lin get better.

While Lin was in a bad mood and said choice words to Gaia, Gaia never took it personally and told Lin they were friends and promised she’d never leave her. It was the first time Lin has ever felt loved for who she was and she ended up crying in Gaia’s arms and slept in her arms. It was the most comforted and loved Lin has ever felt in her life.

It was a month or two and Lin decided she would give Gaia a shot, she wouldn’t exactly date her but more of a test drive, to see if she’d ever be able to date again.

Gaia seemed hesitant and told Lin she didn’t have to do this and that she didn’t want Lin to hurt or force herself. Lin told Gaia it was fine and they kissed. Lin didn’t feel anything really, maybe a little bit of happiness to have this intimate moment with someone again. For Gaia, she finally felt seen and thought Lin finally reciprocated her feelings.

For the next couple of months they were only kissing a couple of times and sleeping together (platonically you animals =w=) and Gaia felt happy. Lin on the other hand loved the comfort and felt, wanted. She felt like this was a safe place for her, that is until she found out she was pregnant- 💀

Lin was so upset, angry that she finally just got over the jerk that dumped her and she was pregnant. And with Gaia there it made everything more difficult.

Lin did the thing she thought was the best for the both of them and officially unofficially broke them up. Telling Gaia she couldn't handle relationships right now and told Gaia she wasn't the one she could settle for and that she may never get with anyone again.

It was safe to say Gaia was pretty broken seeing as this was her first every "relationship" and Lin straight up broke her heart. Gaia watched as Lin left her and Gaia could only sit there and watch. She didn't hold anything against Lin, she was just sad. It seemed like anyone she had ever loved always seemed to leave her.

Gaia gave up on dating, Lin disappeared from the public and from work and Gaia was now a skilled earthbender. No where as good as Lin or Toph but better than most.

By a couple of months, Toph and Katara brought a woman to the island and put it on the downlow, letting Gaia know that it was a secret and no one should know, not even Tenzin.

It was hours later that Gaia heard a cry of pain from a woman she definitely knew but couldn't put a finger on it.

At the breakfast table Gaia could hear the excited whispers between Katara and Toph and asked them who that woman was. Both the women seeing Gaia as a niece or a trusting family friend, they knew the girl was innocent and wouldn't do anything to hurt the family.

With excited whispers they told Gaia that Lin was pregnant and that she just had a baby. "The Beifong genes still run strong! We Beifong women only have girls!" Toph said like excitedly.

It took everything out of Gaia to not react and gave each of the women. She knew how hard it was on the women, each rooting on Tenzin and Lin to have a child and here the child was.

The next couple of days was torture on Gaia, the two women not knowing the relationship between Lin and Gaia so they didn't expect it. At least Katara did, Toph felt something from Gaia but didn't know if it were jealousy or what.

Throughout the months of the baby growing, Gaia gave the baby a little stuffed animal for her first birthday. Lin and Gaia got passed their little short lived romance but they never brought it up again.

Lin and Gaia had their little kisses here and there, Lin slightly hoping Gaia would pursue her again, hoping Gaia would ask her out officially even though she knew that would be wishful thinking.

Gaia enjoying their little get aways and little romances but knew she wouldn't be able to handle it if Lin kicked her away once more. She probably wouldn't be able to survive this time. Lin was her everything and loved her as if she were her soulmate only to have Lin crush her.

Gaia kept Lin at an arms length but loved her daughter with all of her heart. She absolutely adored baby Daiyu.

When they located the avatar in the south, (Daiyu being roughly 3 or 4 years old idk yet) Gaia knew that it would be the best for both her and Lin to take a break and find other things to do. Gaia promising Lin that she would always love her but knew Lin wasn't ready for romance, at least not now with a new baby.

Lin was hurt but understood where Gaia was coming from. Lin was hurt but she knew she probably deserved worse. Gaia gave her a kiss on her forehead their last day together and told Lin that she was worth the heart break and that Lin was perfect and that she never had to change who she was.

Before they parted, Gaia gave Lin a promise ring and wished both her and Daiyu well. Gaia was going to travel to the south and see just how crazy this new Avatar was.

If you want anymore stories between these two just comment below. I am always willing to write more, and if you want more fanart of these two do not worry because I plan to make more!!

I hope you guys like the babies name. I struggled to find one but finally settled on her. And thank you for reading!! I will definitely start posting more and actually get back to writing. I have many stories to update! :D

And here are the sketches. I hope y’all like this and as always, see you all later.

All art belongs to me, so if reposted please credit. UwU

[lolasturniolo]

Grow old with me

Ye this is my first time doing writing. So just like tell me anything I can improve on, anything you like , idk ye

Warnings: Little bit of swearing that basically it

Fluff!

You and Matt have been dating since 15, you are both now 25 with twin boys Jake and Tom age 4.

You are happy with Matt. And he’s happy with you. You live in a big house up the top of a hill surrounded by nothing but trees. A brick house painted white, with black shutters and black tiled roof. Anything you could ever ask for was here.

You are currently sitting on the couch drawing trees and what not, as Matt plays soccer outside with the boys. You hear a ding.

“Shit”

You mutter. You forgot about the stake in the oven.

You quickly get up and speed walk to the kitchen. You scan the room for your oven-mits, but you can’t find them and the stake is slowly burning.

You find them but it was too late by the time you open your oven the stake is practically black.

“Fuck sake.”

You say under your breath, putting the tray down, turning off the oven and going to tell Matt what happened.

“Hey baby.”

He says seeing you walk outside.

He walks up to you as Jake and Tom kick the ball back and forth.

He gives you a kiss on your head and you smile kissing him softly on the lips.

“Ewwww”

You hear a dramatic gag from your son Tom behind you as Jake does the same. You giggle and pull away from matt resting your head on his chest looking at the boys as Matt wraps his arms around your waist.

“Matt?”

You say looking up at him.

“Yes my love?”

He replied looking down at you his hands still on your waist.

“I burnt the stake.”

You say looking down disappointed in your self. By this time the boys went back to playing soccer and are not paying attention to their parents conversation.

“Oh what will I do with you.”

He says giggling letting go of you, and walking back into the house out of your site.

You’re confused by it but 2 minutes later he walks out with his car keys with a smile.

“C’mon boys! last one to the car has to clean the kitchen!”

He says running to the car and your sons run past you eagerly running to the car.

No way you’re cleaning that kitchen again!

“Hey!”

You call out running behind them your in heals no way this was fair!

You end up being the last on in the car.

“I would end up cleaning it anyway”

You say getting in the passenger seat.

“Most likely”

Matt chuckles as he plugging the boys in there car seat in the back. Then gets into the drivers seat with a smile.

“Where are we even going?”

You ask, he didn’t even tell you what was going through his mind about where you were all going.

“Don’t worry about it”

He says with a smug grin on his face. ‘Oh lord’ I say in my head.

———

Matt pulls up outside a familiar looking restaurant.

“No way!”

You gasp, seeing yours and Matt favourite place you used to go when you were young and in love.

“Yes way! c’mon”

You two haven’t been there since you were 18. You didn’t even think it was still standing, but there it was before your eyes, your forever favourite place that holds so much memories.

You get out the car holding Tom and Matt holds Jake.

You walk in it was the exact same from 10 years ago not anything changed. They kept the 90s kinda vibe and kept the same 60s love music playing.

You smile seeing the old dance floor, red booth you and Matt ALWAYS sat in, it was far in the corner so no one really saw you two but it was just by the dance floor. Thankfully no one was sitting there, so you practically run over to sit there.

Same menu, same posters, same lamp shades, same walls everything. You check under one of the posters to see if it’s still there as Matt sits him and the boys down.

There it was Matt+Y/n in a red heart you drew with your lipstick.

You look across at Matt who is now sat in front of you Jake to his left and Tom to your left. The day you write this you didn’t think 8yrs later you would be back, with kids.

There was a small speaker right above your head. And it was currently playing

Be My Baby-By The Ronettes

You tap your foot to the beet, as you help Jake and Tom red the menus to see what they wanted.

You and Matt obviously knew what you wanted the usual, like back when you were 17. Which was a burger with extra cheese.

Once your food arrived you all got a sprite. Tom got chicken nuggets and fries so did Jake.

——

You all got out the booth about to leave, but then you hear a familiar song.

You then hear THE song play. THE song that played when Matt told you he loved you first.

I Want You Back-By Jackson 5

Since that day, this song holds a true memory in your heart.

You take Toms left hand, and Jake’s right hand as you pull your sons to the dance floor.

“When I had you to my self I didn’t want you around”

You sing pointing at your sons, bending down slightly to be at there eye level.

Matt watches from afar.

“Those pretty faces always makes you stand out in the crowd”

You say taping your feet and pointing around the room, as other family’s around the diner join in on the dance floor.

You walk over to Matt pulling him on the dance floor. You had the BIGGEST smile ever as you continue to make more memories.

Matt wraps his arms around your waist spinning you around.

“OH, baby give me one more chanceee”

You sing

“(To show you that I love you)”

Other people around the diner including workers sing some even recording you dance with Matt, Jake and Tom.

———

Once the song finishes you grab your stuff with a big smile plastered on your face. Walking out the diner Tom on your right Jake on your left next to Matt.

When you get into and the boys are all bulked in their car seats, Matt gives you a soft kiss.

He cups your cheeks in his hand as he whispers something only you can hear.

“I love you, grow old with me my love”

He whispers followed by another small kiss and focusing on the road.

You all drive off into the night sky back up the hill to your house.

Forever together.

Forever in love.

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AUTHORS NOTES: YALL! I know the kids literally said 1 thing but it’s not there love story (I also forgot they could speak) ops 🤷🏻‍♀️

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: pregnancy

I was on my way to a clinic to cancel my pregnancy. I wasn’t sure?? I called Nico, but he didn’t hear his phone. He was playing soccer. I thought N. didn’t care about me and our Baby. But he's gonna call me back soon... I was on the road, as already mentioned. Daniel’s and my apartment was close, so I spontaneously decided to go..... home.😔... My appointment to this clinic was only in an hour, which was enough time for me to stop by my apartment.

I thought maybe I was lucky and Daniel’s home? I mean, I knew this wasn’t the case. Would be a miracle if he had been there. But yea, anyway. I just wanted to see our place again. I missed it sm. I don’t know what I had in mind??? I-... I just had to.

Once I was inside, my phone buzzed. It was Sandra! She sent me a voice message.

Sandra knew what I was going to do. Last night I talked to her and Ana about it. My pregnancy! They both tried to cheer me up and said, no matter how I decide, they're gonna be there for me. Still, somehow S. seemed to feel like I was making a... mistake?... In short, she begged me NOT, to go to that clinic. She said something about Liam and that my Baby also wants to be born... Please don’t do it, don’t do it A.! These were the last words of her voice message.

Just two minutes later, my Grams called me!! She didn’t know what I was up to, she thought I was going to work.

Me: Hey Grama. What's up?

Grams: You forgot your entry card to the office. How are you gonna get into the building?

Me: Ahhm...yea! The doorman will help me.... But... agh, Grams! I don't want to lie to you. I’m not in the office, I’m still on sick leave.

Grams: But-... why did you leave the house so early, bella? It’s not even 8 in the morning.

Me: I have an appointment with the doctor at 9 am. I-

Grams: Oh, don’t forget to ask your doc about vitamins! Folate. You know, honey? That's important for your Baby. You see, you can rely on me! I’ll take care of you and your little one, don’t worry, A.!

Me: ................. (I thought about my baby) 🥹

Grams: A.?.... You still there, bella?

Me: Yes! You know what? I’ll take care of everything, Grams, I’ll call you in a few hours back. Love you.

While I was on the phone with my grama, Sandra’s message was still going through my head.... I suddenly got a...... kind of connection to my Baby. I know this sounds like I’m crazy, but I swear, it felt like my Baby was.... talking to me? I started grinning, so it must have been funny. I touched my belly and felt joy & love inside me. And you know what? I knew it was a boy. ❤️ 💙

Now that I was sure I wanted and will keep my Baby, I felt much better. I was so happy, you know?🥹... Anyway, I thought I would use the time I have now to clean up my apartment. Actually, everything was clean, no one was here for weeks. But I wanted to do something, change it a bit. I wanted to get rid of those.... sad vibes, I was feeling here. I even played with the idea of staying here? Let's see! First I took a shower and changed. I wanted to put on something comfortable to get started!! I still had some of my clothes here just like Daniel. I took a shirt that belonged to him. It still smelled of him, which made me sad again, so I took it off and continued my work. In the living room & kitchen, I didn’t have much to do. Except for dusting and some vacuuming. But for our bedroom, I had big plans! I wanted to sleep in my bed without constantly feeling like I was missing Daniel, so I changed it a bit. We still had the headboard from the previous bed here. I simply replaced it without fixing it to the wall or the bed, it was not necessary. If Daniel comes back and doesn’t like it, he can change that. For me, it was perfect. 🤷‍♀️ After washing the sheets and curtains that were in the bedroom, I went to the roof to hang them.

Normally I never went to our roof without Daniel, because I’m afraid of................agh, well you know? Birds! 🫣I’m not really scared! I just find them gross! I mean pigeons! That’s why I did it fast and didn’t meet any pigeon. A raven came by briefly, but ravens are pretty clever animals! They do not approach us humans. They only look at us from a safe distance. At least the ravens around here. Yea, I really appreciate that about ravens.

Finally, the hard work was almost done and so I!! 😰 I took a little break on my freshly made bed. I asked myself why I did all this today? I don’t live here anymore! Even if I thought about staying here, this was not really something I could do. The day after tomorrow I’m going to apply for divorce. Tbh, I cleaned everything up for Daniel today. I wanted him to have it nice when he comes back home. I did this for him, not for myself. 😞😢 Why did he leave me? What did I miss? Where is he? Why isn’t he coming home? All these question marks and the work I did here today made me tired. I fell asleep....

And then I saw him again, like the other day in my dream. This time it was very different, it was a memory, the last days with him before Daniel left. I noticed something! When I did our laundry today, I was wearing Daniel’s shirt. The one he was wearing on that damn pic with Irena. This shirt, was here all the time!!! That means, Daniel didn’t see Irena after he left! And Alex said the same to me. I mean his letter. Anyway, Daniel must have seen Irena these last few days just before he left!! Why did Daniel want to see Irena? What did he want from her and why was he so upset the last 3 days with me? I’ve been dreaming about that last night with him. Daniel was so devastated. He looked lost, sad & he was even scared, I think, but he just couldn’t tell me what was wrong or what he did, what happend?... I had the feeling, Irena had something to do with all this. I need to talk to her!

After I woke up, I called Dominick. Irena won’t talk to me, so Dominick’s gonna have to help me. Irena has known him for years. She trusts him. Before she even met Daniel, she already knew Dominick. That’s how she met Daniel, she saw him hanging with Dominick.

Also as you know, Alex planned to come to me, this was yesterday. But unfortunately I missed it, I was too late. 🤦‍♀️ I wasn’t feeling well and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to go out alone. I called Alex but couldn’t reach him. Anyway, Alex will come to me tomorrow. He read my message and knew I was in my apartment.

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