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How the Boys Act With Their Brand New Babies

Captain John Price, John “Soap” McTavish, König, Simon “Ghost” Riley

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Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Pregnancy, descriptions of birth (natural and cesarean), breastfeeding, established relationships/marriages, mentions of drugs (during C-Section), godparents, and I think that’s it!

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A/N: The baby fever is so real you guys. Also, the only one out of this group that screams “boy dad” is Price and no one can change my mind.

Thank you so so much to @thesleepingmusicneek for helping me with beta-reading and general plot additions with this piece and so many others I've posted recently 🥰🥰🥰

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Captain John Price (~1k words)

Benjamin Price

John’s base instinct is “protector and provider” and Lord does that skyrocket with your son.

“No.”

“John.”

“I said no, not happening.” Turning, he held your son out of your mother’s reach. “She hasn’t washed her hands.”

Chuckling, you crossed your arms. “Baby, I think it’ll be o -”

Reaching over to grab a bottle of hand sanitizer, he held it out to your mother. “At least sanitize.”

There was something ridiculously funny about John, your hardened soldier, holding onto this pudgy, little baby. And what made it even funnier, was that Benji had a straight face nearly the entire time; staring over at his grandmother as if to say, do what my daddy says. John and his son were two peas in a damn pod.

Watching others hold his baby wasn’t an easy task. Regardless of whether or not they were family, it made his palms sweat, made his breaths shallow and fingers fidgety. What if they dropped him? Pinched him too hard? Bounced him too fast? Made him frown or cry? And by the time his thoughts started spiraling, he’d just get up and snatch him right back.

While John was more than proud to show off your little family, he might as well have “look, don’t touch” painted across his forehead. Even his own parents didn’t have access to Benji unless they followed his standards. And family friends? Strangers at the park? Yeah, they can forget even saying hi to him.

“He is a cutie, isn’t he?” John beamed, nodding along to one of your friend’s comments. “Hey,” He then said, holding out a hand. “What’re you doing?”

“Oh, I was just going to hold his little hand!”

“I don’t think so, Deb.”

“John, she’s only being nice.” Chastising him lightly, you tilted your head with sympathy.

“Nice or not, she’s not touching my son.”

John acted as if everyone was out to snatch up his son and take off running. And he didn’t care if he hurt anyone’s feelings in the process of protecting him.

“Love, you’ve got to be nicer.”

“Why?”

“Because these are our friends, our family!”

“Just keeping him safe,” He then turned to the chubby bundle in his arms. “That’s all.”

As per usual, Benji had that straight look on his face, expression matching that of his father. And Christ, do they look alike. He’s practically a carbon copy of John.

Shaking your head, you chuckle. “You and your mini me.”

And John’s face lifts with the brightest grin, cheeks cherry red with happiness. “Handsome chap.” He says, bouncing Benji on his lap.

Try as you might, there’s no changing John’s mind. In order to keep your baby boy happy and healthy, everyone and everything had to be clean. John ran a tight ship, something you’ve gotten used to in your marriage. And, you figure, in the end it’s only helping Benji.

When it came to the birth of your son, John made sure to have a plan. You and your doctors discussed a scheduled C-Section beforehand, and the two of you adapted well to this. They informed you of every detail, and after that, you discussed things on your own end. Back at home, John helped you devise a game plan, a list of things that you’d need and the exact steps to take when the day came. And when the moment finally arrived, everything went surprisingly smooth.

While it was difficult for John to see you under the influence of so many narcotics, that was the least of his worries. During your procedure, he focused on yours and the baby’s health. And even though you weren’t entirely conscious, he made sure to stay by your side. While you bore the weight of the most intense struggles, your husband intended to take on the burdens of every other task that he possibly could. That meant aiding in your recovery, and your son’s growth.

Once home, John was your round-the-clock nurse. On a timed schedule, he’d clean your incision and make sure it was healing well. He kept your nightstand fully stocked with water and pain medicine, as well as your comfiest heating pad. The ensuite had all the postpartum pads you could need, and he never left you alone in the shower. When it came to Benji, John did all of the nighttime feedings, and all of the nappie changings. He didn’t want you lifting a single finger, not while you were resting.

In the evening, John often cuddled in bed with you, bringing Benjamin along to nestle between your bodies. You both admired him, pet him softly and kissed his little hands and big, round belly. It was mesmerizing to you, the fact that you created this perfect, little soul. And while you focused your affections on your newborn son, you and John made sure to save some of it for each other, too.

“Beautiful.”

“I know,” Cooing quietly, you smiled down at him.

“No,” Shaking his head, John drew your attention back to him. “You, lovie.”

“I’ve been in bed for three days, this isn’t beautiful.” While you laugh, John tuts sadly.

“Don’t know how you could be so blind.”

But what you certainly aren’t blind to, is John’s unconditional love. And that is more healing to you than any medication on the market.

Though, that doesn’t stop the rest of the boys from trying. In their thoughtfulness, Johnny and Kyle have brought you gift baskets full of after-pregnancy goodies. Snacks and sweet drinks, fuzzy socks and cute onesies for little Benji. They were even kind enough to include postpartum pads.

“You guys are too much.” In the midst of it all, tears roll down your cheeks.

Shrugging, Kyle just grins. “Least I can do for my godson.”

Out of the entire group, John was the first to have a baby. And he wasted no time in making Kyle Benjamin’s godfather. And the boys understood; John and Kyle had a bond that exceeded brotherhood.

Of course, Simon tagged along. But he wasn’t exactly familiar with babies. Soap encouraged him to bring a gift, but all he could come up with was an Amazon gift card.

“I um, well… here. For his… things.” Ghost handed you the card awkwardly, but you smiled brightly regardless.

“Thank you, Simon.” Bringing him into a firm hug, he released a soft grunt, eventually patting your back.

“Alright, alright.” Johnny announces, “I think it’s time, Cap. Where’s that baby?”

Christ sake, John internally groans. “Have you sanitized?”

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John “Soap” McTavish (~1.2k words)

Elsie McTavish

Is so excited about the baby that he sometimes forgets himself.

“I know, I know.” He’d respond, only half annoyed.

“Just, p-please,” Reaching out with shaky hands, you watched as Johnny swung your newborn infant around in his arms. “Watch her head!”

“Aye,” Johnny sighs, rolling those beautiful blue eyes.

Pulling her to his chest, he lets her head rest on one of those broad shoulders, bouncing a bit as he pats her on the back.

“How’mie supposed to have fun with my daughter if ye won’t stop nit-pickin’?”

“Baby, I’m just, I want her to be -”

“Safe, I know, bonnie. She is safe with me.” He then grins, turning to your daughter as he holds her up in front of him. “Aren’t ye, wee lassie?

And you suppose he’s right. Being a helicopter parent isn’t fun for anybody. Besides, Johnny loves your daughter enough to keep her safe and you should trust him with her.

“Ohh,” Johnny starts, and you think, here we go again. “Elsie and her daddy, say he’s a good ‘ole laddie. He’ll keep you safe and happy. We’ll play all day and sing away, yes Elsie and her daddy.”

Your husband’s makeshift songs never ceased to put a smile on your face. Johnny was always a fun and carefree man, but with your daughter? He was the goofiest dad.

Whenever you needed rest, he’d jump right to his feet, swooping in to take her to wherever she needed to be. The changing table for a new nappie, the kitchen for a bottle, or simply to the couch to give you some much-needed alone time. There was never a complaint, never a sigh or roll of his eyes. Oftentimes, you’d stumble into a room to find Johnny enjoying himself even more than Elsie. He became so animated when reading books to her, acting out scenes and making the noises of each animal. And it made her giggle wildly. He’d fidget with the toys on her playmat while she laid with him, roll the rattles around and build with the rings and blocks. But most of all, he’d interact with her. Regardless of her being barely two months old, Johnny had full-on conversations with your daughter.

“And then what happened?” He’d ask, sounding completely interested. And she’d babble back to him, as if she was truly joining in.

Nodding, he raised his brows. “That’s wild, lass. Shouldn't have to put up with that.”

Another babble, a little giggle.

“Aye, nothing wrong with that.”

Sometimes, she’d slam her little hand, and Johnny would raise his own in defense. “Oi, no need to get political about it.”

Johnny’s newest baby obsession is doing her hair. She was born with so much of it that he decided one day, he ought to do something about it. And so, he bought a pack of colorful bows, using them to make a little mohawk in her hair. You happened to walk in on him in the middle of it one day, your daughter sitting on his lap and cooing innocently while he made her look like a rockstar.

When he looked up to find you in the doorway, he grinned. “Like it?”

And you’d be daft to say it wasn’t the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

Your husband truly embraced the excitement and general fun of fatherhood. He figured enough seriousness surrounded her birth, why not make the rest of her life as joyful as can be?

It was an emergency C-Section, something neither of you were prepared for. There was no question of whether or not he’d be in the room with you, he simply put on the plastic hospital gown and cap and followed you in. His hand didn’t leave yours, not even for a second. Even though you were given medicine to dull the pain and any real feeling, he wanted you to know he was there.

When your daughter was successfully taken from your womb, things finally started calming down. After that, your health went back to normal. You didn’t lose too much blood, your stitches went in properly, and you were wheeled back to your room to start your recovery. Johnny was thanking the Lord that the two of you made it out okay, that both of his girls were safe. And while he waited for you to wake up, he sat in the room with your newborn baby, laying her over his chest while she slept.

“Little bonnie,” He whispered, kissing her head. “My Elsie girl.”

It was at that moment that she became his new best friend, his partner in crime, his perfect angel. He saw it as a privilege, really, taking care of you in your recovery while also caring for Elsie. Not everyone has this, he often thought to himself. My wonderful family.

And he couldn’t wait to show off his little clan.

As soon as she was ready for visitors, he invited everyone he possibly could. Friends, family, an entire get together just for her. And she was definitely her father’s daughter, blue eyes bright with excitement as each and every person greeted her with delight. Ever the extrovert herself, she giggled for hours, bouncing on people’s laps as they each took turns entertaining her.

“Oh, oh! And watch this!” Johnny says, setting down his glass and leaning toward his little girl. “Elsie, look at daddy!” And that’s just what she does, watching as Soap widens his eyes with his brows raised high. Perfectly, she mimics him.

“The smartest little thing!” Her nanny cheered, clapping with pride.

“Ah ken, ma!” Johnny responds to his mum, agreeing with her wholeheartedly. “She’s just a wee little thing, already clever as wits.”

And your side of the family couldn’t possibly be more proud. They’d been waiting for ages to have a grandbaby, and knew if they waited for the right time, you and Johnny would give them just that.

“Oh, what’s this about?” You chime in, frowning when Elsie suddenly begins to cry.

“She’s hungry, eh?” Your husband chuckles, reaching out to stroke her mini hand. “Go on then, go to mummy.”

The two of you were lucky enough to have a respectful family, entirely understanding of whenever you needed to take her away for a feeding. And oftentimes, Johnny would come with you. He saw it as a bonding moment, for all three of you. When he first asked, he seemed incredibly timid about it, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But you thought it sweet; him holding you, while you held your baby, lulling her to sleep with your warm milk.

“She’s dozing.” Johnny whispers into your ear, head dipping to kiss your shoulder.

Together, you’d gone up to your marital bedroom, sitting up on your bed. Johnny’s back rested against the headboard, while your own rested against his firm chest. He’d butterfly his legs out, welcoming you between them and holding you close with every limb. And sitting like this, is when Elsie was the coziest.

“You’re amazin’, bonnie.” Keeping his voice hush, Johnny rests his chin on your shoulder, admiring your baby from above. “Thank you, so much.”

“What for, baby?”

“For givin’ me her, our sweet Elsie. And just… bein’ with me. You’re everything to me.”

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König (~1.2k words)

Gisela and Avelina

He had been enamored since the moment the test showed positive.

The word paternal is the perfect description for him. Even before having a baby in his arms, König embraced fatherhood wholeheartedly. He read all the baby books, took you to all your classes and participated equally in them. Every night, he’d sit by your tummy and read, talk to the baby and sing German lullabies. He thought he had everything figured out, thought he was prepared in every way.

That is, until he learned that there were two of them.

“I… I can’t believe it.”

“Oh my gosh…”

Your collective shock made the doctor giggle, continuing to inform you that not only were they identical, they were girls.

“Daughters,” König then said, eyes widening. “Two daughters…”

Worry began to swirl inside your belly from his words, his hesitancy. Glancing up at him from your lying position, you asked quietly, “Are you not… you’re not happy?”

“My love,” Releasing a quick breath, he knelt by your side, immediately taking your hand. “I couldn’t be happier.” And he was beaming. “Daughters, Schatz. We’re going to have two little girls.” (Sweetheart)

And to prepare for their arrival, he bought nearly everything in sight.

“Schatz, look! Look at what I bought for them.” (Sweetheart)

Lumbering in with three shopping bags, he sat you down in the living room to show you everything he got to welcome your baby girls into the family. One by one, he pulled each item out, displaying multiple onesies, mini dresses, bows for their hair, new blankets and swaddles, the list goes on.

“So cute,” He muttered to himself, holding up a purple dress. And just hearing this mountain of a man use the word cute made you smile from ear to ear.

“Gisela will wear pink,” Your husband decides, “And Avelina, she will dress in purple. Matching, but different, ja?”

When König found out he was having two babies, he knew he’d have no problem giving them both an equal amount of love. He never once worried about having to devote time to each of them, make them each feel cared for and adored. In his mind, it wasn’t even a question. He knew he had more than enough affection to give to each of his girls.

He’d even gone out of his way to stock up on the essentials - diapers, creams, wipes and bottles. And although the twins won’t be able to use them for a few months, he also took it upon himself to buy some toys - mostly soft blocks, rattles, play mats, and stuffies.

“They’re going to be spoiled.” You grinned, not the least bit annoyed by your husband’s overzealous preparation. How could anyone be annoyed by that?

And now that they’re here, König finally has the opportunity to truly shower them with all his love. Every nighttime feeding was, in his words, their best time to bond. When the world is quiet, and you are finally resting, it’s just him and his daughters. And with his imaginative and resourceful talents, König figured out a way to tie their bottles to their little rockers, pushing the chairs back and forth as they ate. He never wanted to feed them one at a time, he thought it cruel to have one watch their sibling eat while they themselves were hungry.

Whenever the girls were done eating, he’d hold them, lay them both over his broad, bare chest, allowing them to feel his warm skin. It comforted the girls, cuddling with their father. You thought maybe one of them might favor you, but that hope quickly dwindled. They are definitely daddy’s girls. But it was hard to be jealous when every one of this trio’s interactions were breathtakingly sweet. Their bond was something that genuinely brought a tear to your eye, in both sentimental and humorous ways.

“GG!” He calls to her, holding up his phone. This nickname for your gorgeous daughter came quickly, along with Gisela-Bella, Ella, and your personal favorite… “Meine Schnuckel!”

“What does that even mean?” Chuckling to yourself, you watch as Gisela’s father attempts to take a picture of her.

“My cutie!” He answers cheerfully, your daughter looking right at him as soon as he says it.

“Yes! Perfect, my beauties.” And then he’s leaning over to show you. “Look, look at them. The cutest things. I’m so happy Ava was already looking.”

Avenlina’s nicknames consisted of Ava, Lina-Ballerina, and… “My little Spatzi.”

As if responding to her German name, Avelina babbles back to her father, just like she always does. Between the two of them, she was certainly the talker, always chirping away, König’s little sparrow.

The photo he shows you prompts a small laugh from your end, a wide smile growing across your lips. He’d dressed them up in the most adorables outfit you’d ever seen, strawberry and blueberry dresses. GG wore the pink one, of course, with Ava in blue. Each outfit had a berry hat and matching shoes, too.

Genuinely, he could never get enough of them. Whether it was spoiling the girls with presents or giving them every bit of his time, your husband did everything he could to be the best father. But there were times he’d have no choice but to hand them over to you, their daytime feedings being one of those scenarios. Although, it’s not like he didn’t join you.

Laying beside you in bed, he shifts onto his side, watching with love in his eyes. You’ve gotten used to feeding them both, being blessed with the ability to produce enough milk to sustain them. And while sitting back against the headboard, you do just that, rocking the girls gently as they drink.

“She has my eyes, don’t you think?” Reaching over, König taps little Gisela’s chin.

And he’s right; her piercing blue gaze is just like his. “Absolutely.”

“Sie sind so schön.” Whispering, he stares up at his daughters with sincere wonder in his eyes. “You made them.” (They are so beautiful)

“I know.” Giggling, you nod in response. “Do you think Ava has my nose?” You wonder aloud, watching as their eyelids begin to droop.

“Of course, that perfect little button.” He adds, gently booping his younger daughter’s nose. Though, only younger by two minutes.

Unable to help himself, König then leans in, placing a gentle kiss to Avelina’s head, being that she’s closest to him. And then one of those large hands is lifting, petting gently at his eldest’s thin, blonde hair.

“Let me put them to bed, Schatz.” (Sweetheart)

“No,” Whining quietly, you puff out your lower lip. “I wanna.”

It was something the two of you often ‘fought’ about; neither of you could get enough of your precious daughters. Even while giving birth, he practically tried to catch them with his bare hands. He was the first to hold them, each of them, even before they were placed on your chest. It made for quite the special moment, though. It was him who laid them onto you, one at a time, your little family coming together as you finally held your daughters, your sweet babies.

To König, there was nothing more inspiring than seeing you give birth to his daughters. You were fierce, powerful, and he was there to support you every step of the way. Hell, he was practically your birthing coach. He cheered you, doted on you until you’d insisted you were okay. In his mind, no one could care for you or your daughters better than him. And that caring instinct only continues to grow as your family does.

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Simon “Ghost” Riley (~1.3k words)

Charlotte Riley

Isn’t quite sure what to do, and always looks to you for guidance.

It’s not that Simon doesn’t love his daughter, or isn’t interested in her, he’s just afraid. Afraid he’ll hurt her, make her cry or just do something wrong. He’s so big and she’s just so… little. She’s the most precious, fragile thing he’s ever seen and honestly, he’s wondering how he was even capable of making her.

“Do you want to hold her, Si?” Your voice is gentle, looking up at him with encouragement in your eyes. “She wants you.”

“I don’t know, love.”

The huge, menacing man you grew to love was quickly dwindled down to a nervous wreck when it came to your newborn daughter. He’d wring his hands, rub the back of his neck and constantly shift his stance. When Charlotte was with you, he was calm. But in literally every other scenario, he felt like he was about to lose his head.

During the birthing process, Simon was sweating bullets. You were in an ungodly amount of pain and he had no idea what to do, there wasn’t anything he could do. But after a moment, his instincts kicked in. Thanks to his background and general personality, his body often chooses to take action in these fight or flight instances. And he figured the best thing he could do was to just be there for you. He leaned down, wrapped an arm around your shoulder and kept his head right beside your own, holding your hand with his free one and letting you squeeze and claw him as hard as you needed to. You called out for him, crying miserably through the pain. It tore his insides to shreds, it was heart-wrenching.

“I’m here, I promise I’m here. And you’re so strong, sweetheart. You can do this, you can.”

And now, it’s your turn to reassure him.

“I promise it’ll be okay.” Pushing your folded arms out toward your husband, you bring her just a bit closer to him. “You don’t want to hold your baby?”

“I, I feel like…”

“Don’t be nervous, Si. She loves you, she trusts you. You can do this.”

He gulped then, eyes floating down to the small bundle in your hands. Only, it’s not just a small pile of blankets. It’s his daughter, his Lottie girl. And so, with a sigh, he nods, straightening his stance.

I can do this.

With a smile on your face, you watch as he gently, slowly, takes her from your arms.

“How, how do I -”

“Support her head.” Answering softly, you show him just how to do it, gently maneuvering his strong arms and large hands. “There you go, just like that.”

At first, you were annoyed with him. Did he not pay attention in your parenting classes? Did he not actually read the books you gave him? But an honest conversation quickly put those worries to rest. Simon did pay attention, he did read those books, he had all the knowledge he needed to succeed at this. But he just didn’t trust himself with it, with her. None of those classes prepared for him an actual baby. He thought he’d surely and properly fuck this up if given the chance, but right now, he’s proving himself wrong.

“Look at you, Si.” The reassurance in your tone makes his heart beat with happiness and pride. All he wants to do is please you, both of you.

Glancing down at his daughter, Simon nods, uttering a quiet yet confident, “Yeah…”

But a breath of air is quickly sucked in when he sees her squirm, his body stiffening immediately. You hold out your hands and pause, urging him to just wait. And within seconds, she’s calming down again, tiny body snuggling into his chest.

“She, um…”

“She loves you, baby.” Stepping closer, you slide a finger over her little hand, cooing, “You love your daddy, Lottie?”

“Stop it.” He orders playfully, eyes unwavering from Charlotte’s sweet face. And when you quirk a brow at him, he continues grumpily, “Making me all emotional.”

But what you said was true, he can do this. He wants to do this.

And he does.

It takes less than a week for Simon to get used to this, becoming so comfortable with your daughter that he openly scoops her up from your arms whenever he pleases. He hasn’t quite gotten the hang of how to feed or burp her yet, but he has been helping you with diaper changes. He’ll watch you perform the task or explain a piece of it, and then he’ll do it, testing the waters a bit. It’s slow, but it’s progress.

What helps with this is his best mate, having a baby of his own to demonstrate.

“Hold the bottle like this.” Johnny instructs, showing Ghost how he holds his own daughter. “Yeah!”

“Alright,” Ghost nods, voice quiet and a bit shaky.

Charlotte’s head rests on the bulk of Simon’s bicep, the rest of her body cradled on his lap. And with the bottle perfectly angled, she drinks easily and happily. Elsie does the same, but that’s nothing new.

“Have you read to her?”

“Read to her? But… she doesn’t understand it, Johnny.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Soap shrugs, grabbing his baby’s backpack to pull out some of her favorite stories. Well, Johnny’s favorite stories. “Elsie loves it! Surely my little godlassie will, too.”

How that came about, nobody really knows. It sort of just… happened, the two of them being their daughter’s godfathers. Nobody fit the role better than them, it was just common knowledge.

Opening an interactive tale about animals in the jungle, Johnny reads to the girls, their eyes watching him intently. Now that they’re done eating, they focus on Johnny and the way he’s speaking, his facial expressions and movements.

“The monkey says… ooh! Ooh! Ooh!” Reaching forward, he quickly tickles their tummies, watching as they erupt into laughter. “Here Si, you give it a go.”

Shoving the book into his hands, he watches his friend gulp. It’s as if an entire crowd is in front of him, and not his best friend and two baby girls.

“The, um… the lion says… roar.”

The girls do nothing, and Johnny rolls his eyes. “Oh, c’mon, put your heart into it! The lion says roar!”

Clearing his throat, Ghost nods, staring at the simple picture book. “The lion says… ROAR!”

But instead of giggling, the girls start crying, and Simon is tossing the book down in an instant. Scooping his daughter up into his arms again, he mutters a grumpy Christ while patting her back and bouncing her lightly.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Daddy’s sorry.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but Johnny can still hear him. And he smiles.

“Don’t worry about it.” Keeping his chuckles to himself, Johnny then says, “Lottie’s got a great dad. I can tell.”

“How in the bloody hell is this so hard?” His voice is still low, keeping his cheek beside her own in an attempt to comfort her.

“You’ll get the hang of it.” Soap is resting easy, having calmed his daughter down in less than a minute. “What d’ya say we have a day together? Just us four?”

“And do… what?” Simon hasn’t yet mastered the art of interacting with his tiny baby. He doesn’t know what she’s receptive to. But how will he ever know if he never tries?

“We can go to the zoo! Practice those lion roars.” Johnny jokes with a grin, watching his best mate roll his eyes. “Really though, it’ll be good for the girls.” And you, but he doesn’t say that part out loud.

“That… actually sounds nice.” The hammering heartbeat in his chest has slowed now that his daughter has grown silent, only small coos slipping from her lips.

Honestly, Simon doesn’t know what he’d do without you and Johnny. He’d be completely lost, and in more ways than one. But with your collective encouragement, he finds himself growing into his fatherly role more and more every day.

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Bonus - Uncle!Price (~500 words)

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) Underage drinking, mentions of drug usage, partying.

“You’re shitting me.” He says into the phone, dumbfounded.

“I didn’t mean to, Pricey. Promise!”

Charlotte’s tone on the other end of the phone only makes the situation worse; she’s very clearly inebriated. The background noise doesn’t help the conversation, either, nothing but boisterous teenagers shouting and singing.

“What pub are you at?”

“Not at one,” Hiccuping, she then swallows. “At a… party.”

“Christ, Lottie.” But he’s already walking out to his car and starting the engine. “Text me the address, lovie.”

“You won’t tell dad?” She whispers on the other end, as if Simon could somehow hear her.

“No, hun. But you’ve got to be better about this.”

It wasn’t the first time John had picked his niece up from a situation like this. Out of the group’s kids, she was definitely the partier. As soon as she hit her teenage years, she ran Simon up a goddamn wall. But she honestly didn’t mean to, she wasn’t a bad kid. She just sometimes got herself into bad situations. There had even been times at her friends' houses where she was uncomfortable and nervous, times when they’d bring hard drugs she wasn’t expecting or willing to experiment with. These situations made her far too nervous to contact her dad, fearing he’d just be angry with her. That’s where Uncle Price came in.

Of course, if she was ever hurt or in serious danger, he’d tell her parents straight away. But in these types of situations, he figures he’s helping her dodge a bullet. He knows how harsh Simon can be, and after all, she’s just a teen. At the end of the day, she’s safe, and that’s what matters.

“Thank you for calling me. Last thing we need is you driving like this, or driving with someone else like this.”

“Yeah…” Trailing off, she sighs. And in this small lull, John hears a familiar voice.

“Who -” He pauses, did he really just hear who he thought he heard?! “Who was that?!”

“Um… who?”

“You know who!”

“Is he coming?” The voice then says, and Charlotte is quick to hush him.

“Benjamin!” John shouts, eyes wide as he continues to drive. “You’re there too?!”

Handing the phone to her cousin, Benji gives the excuse of, “Had to look after her, da.”

“Yeah, right job you did there.” His father returns, nodding. “Anyone else I should know about?”

“Well… maybe.”

“Elsie! C’mon! Uncle John is almost here!”

Christ sake.

Groaning, John rubs the bridge of his nose. “You lot are out to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Nothing wrong with a bit of fun!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Rolling his eyes, he peers out the window while at a stop light.

Internally though, John is grinning. This entire situation is reminding him of his own memories, recalling the crazier nights of his youth. What an absolute shitshow, that was. And on top of that, he didn’t have the type of parents that could get him out of tough cracks, they just didn’t understand. He had to rely on himself. And now, he’s glad these kids can rely on him, too.

#cod fanfiction #Call of Duty fanficiton #Simon Riley #Simon “Ghost” Riley #John McTavish #John “Soap” McTavish #John Price #Captain John Price #Konig

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prozac · 10 months ago

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December 27th, 2008 is the day Anik Pillai was left behind. Trying to find his family, he travels the East Coast with his new friends, avoiding the bloodthirsty monsters created by a world-ending virus. ⠀⠀⠀🌹

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🌹 Season 1: 5 months (Jan-May)

⠀Anik Pillai, separated from his sister, makes friendly with multiple people in the chaos of the collapse of society. In this chaos, Anik raises a little boy who was also separated from his family.

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🌹 Season 2: 1 month (June)

⠀Anik and his friends try to escape the city before it is bombed by the remnants of the United States’ government.

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🌹 Season 3: 2 months (July-August)

⠀Still unable to find his sister & parents, Anik and friends meet a capable married couple, and head to a safe settlement called Wheatville.

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🌹 Season 4: 1 month (September)

⠀The main group learn more about the state of society and science after the fall.

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🌹 Season 5: 3 months (October-December)

⠀The main group learn more about the virus that has made the world implode.

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🌹 Season 6: 1 year (January-December)

⠀Those who remain stay at the first major rebuilt faction: a settlement called Libertytown.

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🌹 Season 7: 4 months (January-April)

⠀While the group is forcibly split, Anik and those with him travel to the city formerly known as Atlanta, which hosts another rebuilt faction: Center for Safety.

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🌹 Season 8: 1 yr (May-May)

⠀A period of rest. However, the surface of calm begins to bubble…

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🌹 Season 9: 2 months (June-July)

⠀Anik learns more about the state of the world outside of the embrace of the powerful settlements.

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🌹 Season 10: 1 month (August)

⠀THE MEAT FACTORY.

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🌹 Season 11: 11 months (September-July)

⠀Anik is alone.

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🌹 Season 12: 6 months (August-January)

⠀Valentino King, hungry ruler of the Kingdom faction, strikes a deal with the mourning Anik Pillai. Anik takes that deal.

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🌹 Season 13: 1 year 4 months (Feburary x2-June)

⠀With society on the coast all forming alliances, the new faction Home begins to become a place of respite.

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🌹 Season 14: ~3 days (July)

The war begins to end.

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🌹 Season 15: 6 months (July-December)

⠀Anik Pillai finishes what was started.

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#DAIL #DAIL Summaries #❤️💚💙🧡#Zaxart

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bianotbia · 3 months ago

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— 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 [𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧]

˗ˏˋ between heartbreak and fading memories ˎˊ˗

⤷ a/n : a little something I sent to a writing magazine but that wasn't accepted :') but I though it was too good just to be forgotten so I changed a few things and now it's basically a breakup letter to Hyunjin idk so cry with me <3

⤷ contains : ex!hyunjin x reader, could be more angsty [wc: 0.5k]

now playing : miss you by hyunjin

My dear fading hapiness,

Every day I blame myself for never being able to fully express my feelings for you when we still saw each other every day. After so much time, I accepted that speech was not one of my talents and that writing has always come easier to me, perhaps because this way I can be further away from the laughter and whispers of the wind when I tell it how I feel about you. I know that these words are not even half of everything that has gone through my head since the day I met you, but I do hope you believe me when I say that being with you was like a fever dream on a hot summer night. Feeling my body wander between the veils of reality and fantasy while I fought my mind to stay sane. But why stay sane when everything you make me feel is beyond rationality? Why try to argue with the universe when I would do anything to have you by my side, even if it killed me inside? It would never kill me. I had been in this limbo for a long time. Perhaps it was you who saved me, with your eyes that always found mine and your soul that also yearned to be found. I must admit that I have always felt a little envious of your artistic soul, for I believe that painting is a much more beautiful art than writing. Words on a piece of paper are nothing more than something that everyone already knows – letters that creat words, that create paragraphs, that create chapters and so on – but bringing to life a different painting for each emotion that is felt or each memory that is remembered is something so magical, so sensitive, so unattainable, just like you. I have always felt lonely in this life, like a ghost floating among the crowds, but even so you walked towards me and made me addicted to your gaze. Eyes that made me feel seen after living in the shadows for so long, like a forgotten toy that finally received the nostalgic love of its now grown child. A love that I wish I could keep just for myself forever, but that before I realize it slips through my fingers like the sand that sways in the whispers of the sea. I hope you find someone better to love, someone who isn't too broken inside so you don't hurt your hand when you try to reach their heart. It won't be hard, nor easy, after all the path to a soulmate is long and tiring. But I believe we'll meet again in the future and this will be nothing more than a memory that never existed, an echo of something that never happened, a love that never had the chance to be felt but that I will never stop feeling.

With love,

A memory I hope you'll forget someday.

— P.S.: I still wasn't able to forget you.

#stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids angst #stray kids x reader #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin angst #hyunjin scenarios

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bestloversfan · 2 years ago

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We're in 2023, and there are still people trying to argue that Katniss was aro/ace and never felt romantic/sexual attraction for Peeta... 🤦🏻‍♀️ I could write a long meta about this for the milionth time, but this time I'll do something different. I'll just show some quotes from the books.

If she was unable to feel romantic/sexual attraction and only ever had platonic feelings for him, what are all of these quotes supposed to mean?

"He gives me a smile that seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me." (The Hunger Games)

"This is the first kiss that we’re both fully aware. Neither of us hobbled by sickness or pain or simply unconscious. Our lips neither burning with fever or icy cold. This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another." (The Hunger Games)

"So, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck,’ says Peeta. For a moment, I’m almost foolishly happy and then confusion sweeps over me. Because we’re supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love not actually being in love." (The Hunger Games)

[...]"His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him. I’ve seen flashes of this before: in the arena, or when he speaks to a crowd, or that time he shoved the Peacekeepers’ guns away from me in District 11. I don’t know quite what to make of it. I also become a little fixated on his eyelashes, which ordinarily you don’t notice much because they’re so blond. But up close in the sunlight slanting in from the window, they’re a light golden color and so long I don’t see how they keep from getting all tangled up when he blinks.

One afternoon Peeta stops shading a blossom and looks up so suddenly that I start, as though I were caught spying on him, which in a strange way maybe I was. But he only says, “You know, I think this is the first time we’ve ever done anything normal together.” (Catching Fire)

"I don't know what I expected from my first meeting with Peeta after the announcement. A few hugs and kisses. A little comfort maybe. Not this." (Catching Fire)

“When Peeta holds out his arms, I walk straight to them. It’s the first time since they announced The Quarter Quell that he’s offered me any sort of affection. He’s been more like a very demanding trainer, always pushing, always insisting Haymitch and I run faster, eat more, know our enemy better. Lover? Forget about that. He abandoned any pretense of even being my friend. I wrap my arms tighly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in closer and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I won’t be the first to let go." (Catching Fire)

"I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

'I do', I say. 'I need you'." (Catching Fire)

"I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.

This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind." (Catching Fire)

"When I wake, I have a brief, delicious feeling of happiness that is somehow connected with Peeta." (Catching Fire)

"I sit next to Peeta on the sand to eat my rolls. For some reason, it's difficult to look at him. Maybe it was all that kissing last night, although the two of us kissing isn't anything new. It might not even have felt any different for him." (Catching Fire)

"I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss from the giver himself." (Mockingjay)

"I’m light-headed with giddiness. What will I say? Oh, who cares what I say? Peeta will be ecstatic no matter what I do. He’ll probably be kissing me anyway. I wonder if it will feel like those last kisses on the beach in the arena, the ones I haven’t dared let myself consider until this moment." (Mockingjay)

“Sometimes when I’m alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena. To make myself put a name to the thing I've lost. But what's the use? It's gone, he's gone. Whatever existed between us is gone." (Mockingjay)

"Despite what I feel for Peeta, this is when I accept deep down that he'll never come back to me." (Mockingjay)

"On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. [...] So after, when he whispers, 'You love me. Real or not real? I tell him, 'Real'." (Mockingjay)

There's more quotes like that, but I think these are enough. Now, can you all please stop pretending that these quotes don't exist and accept the fact that there's canon evidence refuting the belief that Katniss was aro/ace and never felt romantic/sexual attraction for Peeta? 😑

#*sighs*#katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #thg

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thegreenhordes · 7 months ago

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Pristine Journal - Mother's Woes

First Entry: I bought this journal for my alchemy recipes, poisons and potions and poultices. I have so many now that organizing them is simply a must. But to my delight, my sons bought me a proper recipe book in the upper city market just this morning! I know we have the coin to spare, but I've always tried to be frugal in my personal purchases. I don't dare say no to such sweet gifts from my boys, however! Eclipse told me it was my little Penumbra who suggested the recipe book as a gift, my sweet boy. My eldest has always been the more resilient and steadfast, but Penumbra is so very observant and curious. I hope he never loses that spark. I decided to use this journal to write as I please. Life updates, reminders, perhaps planning a soiree or two? My dear husband does love a good opportunity to show off his wealth to the common ponies. Pomp that he is, but I love him so. Third Entry: Reminder: I need more Amaranth and Dulcinea flowers. I appear to be running low on Baslisk venom- I'll need to go through all the hoops and red ribbon to get more of that imported, but staying stocked up on my reagents and ingredients is always worth it. And don't forget! Eclipse has training with Captain Freefall tomorrow. I'll need to wake him up early if he's going to be able to drag himself out of bed and to the training grounds. Eighth Entry: Penumbra scared me out of my wits today! Always so quiet, that foal, but his father finds it impressive so I won't discourage too much. I was in my nook preparing ingredients I needed for a potion- Eclipse has a bit of a cold, and my remedy will fix him right up!- I turned around to look for the cave mint and found myself looking down into the eyes of my youngest. I nearly jumped out of my hide! I ask him what he needs and he just asks to watch me work. It wasn't anything dangerous today so a I allowed it, but Moon and Stars, that gave me quite the fright! I did break one of my flasks, an old one I hadn't used in a while- the label was muddled so I couldn't read what it was. I had my boy sit on the opposite side of me to keep him away from it while I cleaned. other than that, the day was relatively peaceful. Eleventh Entry: I have a bit of a fever today, and I'm feeling dizzy. perhaps I caught Eclipse's cold. Regardless, I'm staying in bed today. Thirteenth Entry: I'm still feeling a bit woozy, but otherwise fine. Next week is Penumbra's birthday, and I wanted to get some things planned. I can't believe he's going to be ten! My sweet boy. To Do: - Pick up decorations from the craftspony I hired three months ago. - Order a cake from the baker- simple decorations, not too heavy on the frosting, Penumbra doesn't like things that are too sweet. - Pick up the gift I commissioned and finish wrapping the gifts my love and I made together. - Double check the guest list to see if there will be any last minute adjustments to seating. - Start preparing the ballroom for the event! Less hasty work later if we start now. Twenty-First Entry: I don't know what happened. I just.. Collapsed. One moment we were all singing and dancing, my little boy giggling as his older brother shoves cake in his mouth. The next, everything went black. I woke up an hour ago and have been trying to piece together what happened but nothing comes to me. My love says it was sudden and that everyone was concerned. The boys were scared, as was he. It was strange... While I strained my ears to listen to my husband, I just kept thinking about how good he smells. Final Entry: Reminder: Ask the physician why my teeth look like that. [The rest of the Journal is Empty.]

#mlp infection au #mlp horror #the glow #the green hordes #mother's woes #Penumbra and Eclipse #long post #Place in the timeline: Before the previous 'Mother's Woes' post #What could this mean? Mystery of mysteries

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Current thoughts: Playing off the other dynamic of aggression, cuteness and possessive markings from my other thoughts. Dick and Jason who have found comfortability in each other for so long they just forget that it's considered intimacy - but this doesn't mean they're gratuitous in their pda - it just means they forget that others won't make that connection.

This is how Dick somehow ends up a dog, deduced because how else would he get random bite marks on his arms and shoulder - it's just not quite a good friend. Why else would he have scratches bleeding down his arm - why else would he be so fond of them?

This is also how Jason comes back to brief scoldings because did he try and get into a bar again? There's bruises all over the place like he's been picked up and tossed around - it means he didn't fight back so he had to keep up the appearance of a civilian right?

What they see is their team leader somehow finding the time to visit a shelter, or according to him “visiting his favorite little stray”. What they see is Jason who oddly seems more settled even with bruises and maybe he just needed a way to waste his energy.

Behind them Dick snickers lightly teasing Jason through a charming smile full of teeth and snark as he regales his little stray being the most feisty one out there - but the cutest. SO small and easy to carry around and even though he puts up a fight Dick knows that he enjoys it. Gar asks Jason if he has a fever (his face is too red to be natural right?) and Dick offers to bring him back to his room out of concern.

It's a blind eye to the tight grip around his waist and protective placement of his arm around Jason's lower back. (and maybe it's the way it stays a secret just between them - an affair, a secret, them.)

Also ahhhh!!! Your recent fic absolutely blew me away. It made me a puddle - so indulgent - i'm absolutely living for it.

An add-on to the above because ahhhhhahahaha. What if Dick really did adopt a dog though? So even he's a bit lost in the fray of assumptions. Like. Haly 'Bitewing' Grayson-Todd is a new addition to the family. And like - she's a traumatized pupper just trying to adjust to finally having a safe environment to live in so there are some struggles. It's whatever; progress is slow, but good. And even after things are good - Haly is a pup. She likes to play.

So whenever his friends comment on bites or scratches or welts and dogs, Dick rolls with it because sure. He doesn't make the association that whatever mark they're talking about is very much not from an actual dog though - just Jason LOL.

He'd eventually realize though, but by that time the hole that's been dug feels deep hahaha. I think maybe it'd come to his attention when someone recommends obedience school (or some sort of training because Dick is obviously way too lax) and Dick is just so freaking confused because what.

And then Dick would snicker over it as he regales the tale to Jason and how maybe a little discipline would be good. ;)

As for Jason, all I can imagine is the entirety of the batfam being all sorts of hypersensitive and vigilant at the sight and sites of Jason's bruises - the telling shape of them, the severity and its effects. And ahhhhhhhhh of course they want to confront him, but then they'd notice that Jason is calmer/happier/content and the pieces fall together that it's intentional. And all the batfam has to sit with this knowledge. Bruce in particular stews over it because who the fuck. It's not a crime for Jason to do what he does, but Bruce will throw hands; fisticuffs are not off the table when it comes to his baby boy.

Also Jason being a maiden because this is my blog hahahaha. So he's mindful to hide the worst of everything. Only he somehow unintentionally always flaunts those marks in the most provocative of ways. Just peeks of dark bruises (blue, black); wine-colored hickeys. //3/// All the while Dick sees them and has to hide his little contented smirks/smiles to himself as he casually looks away.

Thank you so much for reading 🍊, btw! I'm glad that you enjoyed it. (:

#dickjay #dick grayson #jason todd

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princessconsuela120 · 1 year ago

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Chapter seven: Out of the Woods —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: cursing, mentions of pregnancy

Authors Note: This ones a shorter one, but I couldn’t think of how else to make this more South Park coded. Don’t forget to comment like and repost! Enjoy!

Chapter art by @silvell

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DRIVING UP TO MARK AND VANESSA’S FELT LIKE A FEVER DREAM. Just imagining that in a few months it would be my kid here and not me. I couldn’t help but shiver at the thought. At least I knew they’d have a good life, a really really good life. They had such a nice yard where they could play, a beautiful living area where they’d grow up, and it was as far away from the chaos of South Park as possible.

“Juno, I didn't expect to see you here.” Mark said, greeting me at the door as I walked in, looking in as I took in the scenery.

“I have something really cool to show you guys. Is Vanessa here?” I asked, pulling my bag off and searching for the ultrasound photos.

“No. Actually, she's working late tonight. Trying to accrue as much time off as she can before the..” he gestured to my stomach, making me nod.

“Oh, right. I hear these are quite the time suck.” I say, placing my hands on my bump.

“Yeah. I'm just having a ginseng cooler. Would you like one?” I gave him a strange look, which he mocked as he looked back at me.

“What is it with you rich people and your herb-infused juices?” I asked, sitting back on their couch as if it were my own. My amazing ability to make any place feel like home. I kept looking through my bag, deciding to forgot about looking for the photo for a second.

“Something to do with those sporty four-packs they come in. They're not bad though. Did you say you had something to show me?” He asked, reminding me to look through my bag before I continued to grill him.

“Behold, good sir, your future child.” I said happily, pulling the ultrasound photo out of my pocket as Mark came to sit beside me on the couch.

“Hey, look at that.”

“I think it looks like my friend Kyle.” I couldn’t help but smile at the thought. It’s kinda weird actually, the baby wasn’t even here and I could already see the small curve in it’s nose that Kyle had. It kinda made this all a little bit easier, knowing that a little piece of him was along with me for the ride.

“Is he also bald and amorphous?” Mark teased, but I simply shook my head.

“No, he's the dad.” I explained, and he nodded. I think he understood that there must have been something sore there, a kryptonite of mine to bring up Kyle. He didn’t push that part any further.

“Can you tell if it's a boy or a girl?

“I can't. The doctor can. But I kind of want it to be a surprise.”

“Well, it can only go one of two ways.”

“That's what you think.” I said laughing, shaking my head at him. “I mean, I drank tons of booze and smoked so much old weed from my dads farm. He has this thing called the pandemic special, shit goes crazy...You might end up with one of those scary neuter-babies born without junk.” I explained, taking a long swig from my water bottle while raising a brow at Mark.

“Junk, huh?” He asked, seeming confused.

“Yeah, you know, its parts.”

“We definitely want it to have some junk. Please.” Mark said with a sigh, and I pressed my lips together in a frown.

“You don't need to worry about a thing. My mom makes me eat super-healthy. You know, I can't stand in front of the microwave, and no red M&M's. I hope you're ready.” I explained, but Mark seemed to ignore the question. The song playing from the cd player seemed to catch his attention.

“You hear that?” He said, getting up as he turned the volume up.

“What?”

“This is my favorite song. This is Sonic Youth doing "Superstar" by the Carpenters. What did you say your favorite band was?”

“Didn't. It's a three-way tie between Fleetwood Mac, Nirvana and Pink Floyd.”

There was a reason, of course there was. Though my favorite of all time was Billy Joel, but he asked about bands. When we were kids I don’t think I could survive without my earbuds in blasting any and all Billy Joel and Fleetwood Mac songs. Billy Joel was me and Kyle’s thing. The first day he got his license, he picked me up and blasted Billy Joel music as we drove around. Vienna must have played 20 times before we even got home. And Fleetwood Mac was Stan. Even as children, when my mom would sing us Landslide to help us fall asleep.

“I'm definitely making you some CD's. At least while my kid's in there.” He said, making me smile slightly.

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AFTER LISTENING TO A FEW SONGS, and establishing a very important argument of 80s movies, we ended up on the couch watching Terminator. It had been an all out war, I had to defend my stand on Swayze for my life. It was nice, a cool way of getting away from the chaos of my life, no South Park, no Cartman, no Kyle, nothing. It was a nice quiet alternative to the craziness of my life.

“I’m sorry but I just can’t give you the win on this one. Dirty dancing will forever be the winner.” I said, shaking my head as he sighed.

“At Least it’s Dirty Dancing not some bouge remake.” He said, making me nod as I leaned back, a new movie now playing on tv.

“Have you guys thought of any names for the baby yet?”

“Sort of, yes. Vanessa likes Madison for a girl.” I looked over at Mark with furrowed eyebrows, not being able to help the dirty look I gave.

“Madison? Wait, hold on. Isn't that, like, a little gay?” I said rudely, earning a look in return from Mark.

“Wow, pretentious much? Should everyone just have a mysterious name like Juno? Isn’t your brother's name Stanley?” He argued, and I just shook my head.

“My dad went through this huge obsession with Roman and Greek mythology. You know, while he was high on weed. So he decided to name me after Zeus' wife.”

“I got it.”

“Zeus, he had tons of lays...But I'm pretty sure Juno was his only wife. And she was supposed to be, like, really beautiful but really mean. Like Diana Ross.” I explained, and he smiled at me as I rambled. It was strange, the way he smiled at me, but I didn’t think much of it. He was probably just trying not to laugh at my ridiculous talk.

“Well, that suits you.” He said, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“Thanks?”

“You are something else.” I was about to make a comment before the front door opened. “There's Vanessa. You'd better go.”

“What? Why?” I asked, confused, considering I had come in the first place to show them their baby.

“She hates when I sit around and I watch movies and I don't "contribute."” He explained, getting up and clearing the sofa canes we had downed while here.

“No, I'll handle this. I'm really good at diffusing mom-type rage.” I explained, having handled mine and Kyle’s mothers for quite some time.

“Juno, seriously…”

“Mark, where are you? I got some stuff…” Vanessa said, the bags in her arms bouncing against her legs as she walked in.

“Hey, Vanessa.” I said cheerfully, though Vanessa seemed worried by my arrival.

“Juno. What's going on?” She asked, trying to see if she could find anything wrong.

“Nothing.”

“What's wrong?”

“I went to the doctor today.” I explained.

“Is something wrong?”

“The baby's great. It's the right size and everything. I even saw its phalanges today. Here. It's a baby. It's your baby. It kind of looks like it's waving, you know? Like it's saying, "Hey, Vanessa, will you be my mom?"”

When I showed Vanessa the picture there was a certain sparkle that seemed to form in her eyes, one I realized made her even more beautiful. She was so entirely happy, and in awe to see the baby, it made it all the more magical. It made me grateful to be able to say I was helping her.

“It kind of does.”

“Right?” I asked happily, smiling when Vanessa looked up at us.

“Juno was nice enough to bring that over for us.” Mark said, as Vanessa’s worry slowly faded.

“Yeah, I came as soon as I got that ultrasound goo off my pelvis. It was crazy, actually. My mom verbally abused… The ultrasound tech, and we got escorted off the premises. Wow, what kind of swag did you score? Mall madness, huh?” I rambled, looking down at the millions of bags in her hands.

“It's just some stuff I picked up for the baby.” She said.

“Don't you usually get all that stuff at a baby shower?”

“I doubt anyone's gonna throw us a shower.”

“Why wouldn't they throw you a shower?”

“I don't think people know how to feel about the situation…”

“Because it's not set in stone.”

I looked up to see both Mark and Vanessa looking down, as if mourning a past child they didn’t get to have. It broke my heart.

“What isn't set...? No. You don't think that I'm gonna flake out on you?” I asked, but Vanessa smiled sweetly.

“No, I don't, Juno. We went through a situation before where it didn't work out.” She explained, and Mark frowned beside her.

“Yeah, cold feet.”

“You should've gone to China. You know, because I hear they give away babies like free iPods. They just put them in those t-shirt guns and shoot them out at sporting events.” I explained, pretending to shoot a canon around. Mark and Vanessa shared a look before looking back at me.

“Your parents are probably wondering where you are.”

“No. I'm already pregnant. So, what other kind of shenanigans could I get into? But I should probably bounce.” I said, grabbing my keys as I began heading out.

“Take care.”

“Bye now.”

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#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x sister reader

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letapollojusticesayfuck · 7 months ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Ah! Hello! Thank you!

Time for some self-reflection, I guess...

Lucy's Five Favorite Fics (in no particular order):

1. undeniable you (the currents pulling me onward) (T, 59k)

Kristoph Gavin is found dead in his prison cell, and Klavier Gavin is the prime suspect. With nobody else available to defend him, Apollo Justice flies in from Khura'in to take the case--but during the course of the trial and its aftermath, long-hidden secrets come to light.

This is probably the fic I'm most proud of! I wrote this during the summer of 2020, when I got the idea that I should try and write a continuation to the Ace Attorney series that ties up all the loose ends I was so frustrated with. It's my first ever casefic, and the longest thing I've published to date, and it's been long enough that I forget not everyone knows that This Took Up My Life For Months. It's got court scenes! it's got investigation! it's got the beginning of me shipping faraskye! it's got a happy ending!

2. perspective (T, ~4k)

Klavier Gavin, through the years. (an introspective look at the man behind the rockstar façade)

I wrote this one in a frenzied couple hours, but it's still close to my heart and informs basically everything about how I picture Klavier. Did I do a lot of projecting? yes. Do I also still stand by my headcanons? also yes.

3. Keeping All Your Hopes Alive (T, 3k)

After their chance to prove themselves as competent detectives with a big break in an important case goes south, Kay finds her partner Ema drowning her sorrows in their shared office. They have a heart-to-heart--which ends with Ema crashing on Kay's couch (and the acknowledgement of some inconvenient shared feelings between them).

SOOO this is one of those "scenes from a longer fic I'm going to write someday" fics. In my head I have a whole big casefic centered around Kay and Ema learning to work together as detectives roughly 6 years post-Investigations after they've been out of contact for years. I'm still super proud of this one and the mix of angst-to-feelings-resolution.

4. imperfect resolutions (T, ~3k)

When Miles Edgeworth returns to his office to find a stranger lying in wait, this time, the shot doesn't miss. In the immediate wake of his death, his family, friends, and acquaintances struggle with how to move on, and question whether they can leave the mystery of the Yatagarasu half-solved.

Gotta talk about this one with the recent Investigations news! A bad ending fic where AAI 1-1 goes wrong, and Franziska and Kay are left to pick up the pieces. I was really trying to capture the odd timelessness that happens when something tragic occurs, and the way you still have to deal with all the stupid little details of daily life. It's a little obscure, but pretty personal to me for Various Reasons.

5. scoop of the century (read all about it!) [+ sequel]

Working at a gossip magazine aimed at teenage girls is just a way for Apollo Justice to pay his law school tuition--until his article rating Klavier Gavin's outfits goes viral. After that, he's got half the Internet reading his articles, and it's inevitable that Klavier finds out.

What would a list of my favorite fics that I've written be without my article-writer Apollo fic? This one was partly borne from wanting to use fun formatting on AO3, partly from wanting to explore social media and Klavier Gavin, and partly from Having A Bad Fever And Thinking I Was So, So Funny. I never expected this fic to get the response it did, and I'm 100% telling the truth when I say that all the comments and kudos on this fic made me want to write so much more for the fandom. And then I wrote a sequel, two years later! Out of the blue! And I think that one's pretty cool, too.

Thank you so much to Caddis for letting me ramble about my own writing for a while here---now I'm thinking about all the things that are sitting in my drafts waiting to be posted. Soon, I hope! <3

#asks #contritecactite #my writing

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kaiserouo · 10 months ago

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Hi.

This is a rambling post because i'm sick. Somehow turned into a post about my history about art. Kinda spent too much time on this that i don't really wanna delete this now. Oh well.

More below.

Yeah okay. You might think why i'm rambling in an art blog. It's because english isn't my native language and i kinda think differently with english. I've complained enough on plurk with chinese today so, uh, i'm here now lol.

I am so sick right now i don't even know if it's food poisoning or normal cough / fever. Anyway, i stared at a blank canvas in csp for >4 hours and cannot even do anything because of all the migraines i have.

The pain kinda took away the little inspiration and creativity i had, even though i have like a full idea list with detailed and concrete comic plot attached to almost every single item on the list.

So i'm gonna post the second hound i've ever drawn, probably because i have just lost the capability to make proper decisions. Also being sick and cannot physically do anything made my mind flew to who knows where.

2022/02/12

I mean, it kinda sucks. I know i also didn't achieve anything important now but oh man.

You know, it's kinda a miracle why i'm here doing art stuff almost every single day, and why this piece is in my phone in the first place. If you've seen my stuff a lot (for whatever reason) you might already know i...don't like myself very much. Not until recently when i'm reading a book did i realize i'm a perfectionist type of person. Like, i don't like failure, i don't like being...not able to do stuff. When i try something i think i can achieve and realize that i actually just...don't have the ability to do the stuff to my standards, i'd very likely just quit.

I was not capable of drawing anything. You might be thinking "oh no art is not about being capable or making masterpiece first try it's for fun you can do whatever." I kinda got it, like i understand the point this sentence is trying to convey, but my brain just...doesn't work like that. I think perfectionist is just an inherent bad habit of mine. Especially that i've been lurking on social media watching actual masterpiece level of fanart (at least to me) since i was like, 12. My taste of art and what i perceive as "good" did not match my ability to draw, and very likely never will.

It's basically a death sentence, because if you can't really achieve something to your standards then why do you even try? I mean, objectively speaking it's very illogical to say that and you can probably deduce a lot of contradictions from that, maybe like "masters were once a noob too they weren't born with all the skills they have" or something like that. But that's why i said i'm a perfectionist and it's my inherent bad habit. My brain just defaults to...whatever illogical thinking i said. Until that piece of Bloodhound i've already tried to draw many characters years before, but those attempts just...never last.

But that time, when i tried to draw Bloodhound, i recalled an advice that you should put all your work on the internet. Just, literally all of them, no matter how bad it was. It kinda makes sense to me actually. To keep the progress for future inspections; to give myself a pressure to draw something every day; to put what i was thinking into words, knowing that i will forget all the struggle i had once i became good enough (if that ever happens).

So i made a new plurk account. Nice platform, only taiwanese use that, very little people, even less will see my art months into the cause so that's nice for an introvert like me. But the pressure i gave myself to post everyday is very real, and i despise my art every single day. Old habits die hard, even for now.

Everything kinda flows natually after i got into the habit of posting things everyday. I must stress that this habit itself is a miracle. I'm an introvert that can't really talk with strangers, let alone shouting out loud (i.e., posting) on the internet. Anyway, this changed things. I started to actually draw, like, almost every day. There's never anything i did in my life that i actually made into a habit, or, uh, just generally do everyday without much obstacles in my heart. I usually just play games after school and watch youtube and daydream about all kinds of plot about the game, that'd be all i do.

I can get through a lot of details about the progress thanks to the post i was making, but to put it simply: i think i'm trash at making art, and my art is also trash, so i tried to learn things to make it…less trash. Most art post i've done i wrote about what i tried and what i've learned. Not actual research and book reading, just a bit of observation i made to make my hound look better.

At roughly 2023/2 i saw a post about learning art in 100 days. Ignoring all the thoughts thinking i was trash and achieved way less in a year, i actually started borrowing books about art. Spent like 2 months on stonehouse's anatomy, also a bit on perspective. I'm kinda a nerd so i'm completely fine with the biology and perspective related math (like most properties are 10 seconds easy proof after all). But the memorizing part of anatomy and the intuition part of perspective i'm still trying to get familiar with. Well that all comes down to practice and practice and more practice, which i do way less than i should to be honest.

At 2023/7 i made this account. That time i just got into destiny 2. Fun fact, that banner of cayde + bloodhound + omen was made in ~2023/6 and i didn't even know which games cayde and omen are from until i actually look it up.

And…yeah. This post kinda turns into my history of drawing but this is it. Still learning, still making my daydreams into art. i think the only thing that changed this year is that i kinda enjoy my own art now. I still think some of them are bad, especially as the art gets older, but it's not completely unbearable now. Like, i often go back to some old posts and think "oh yeah i drew this idea, still hilarious to me lol." Crazy, huh?

Okay i'm tired. I think this should have some kind of ending or conclusion...

Yeah, so why it's a miracle i'm here? I started to make art, i kinda made it a habit, i posted about my art even if i'm an introvert irl, i look down upon my own art because i'm a perfectionist, i still make art despite of that, i post enough stuff on the internet before and i plucked up my courage to post on english platforms (i.e., tumblr), and i'm still making art till this day.

I didn't meant it as some kind of art learning advice because you shouldn't even listen to me in that case. It's just me mesmerized by how i even ended up here. Tend to do that when i'm sick on bed doing nothing.

C'est la vie, am i right?

#also why i kinda don't try to draw faces and do coloring #oh btw even if i said i'm an introvert you still can use that AMA thing #i can't talk with people but i can type #probably #depends on how sociophobia i am on that day #ramble #my art #(technically i still posted a hound in there lol)

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ghastlybin · 2 years ago

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My skz concert experience that nobody asked for.

I just want a place to detail my memories while some are still fresh in my mind. Lol.

March 27, 2023.

First off, it was raining when we were going inside, hella stairs, was about to (and tempted) to water slide down the steps to our seats.

The girl next to me was kinda rude and kept giving me dirty looks but it’s okay because I’m on my way to her mom’s house as I type this ;)

Tour is titled Maniac. Of course they were gonna play Maniac. It was secured on the setlist. It was so fcking epic though.

THE SPIDER LEGS DURING VENOM WERE SO FCKING RAD.

-okay the notes are out of order from this point on lol-

Felix basically taught us about the water cycle after Muddy water. Science class 101

Chan: “Let’s give a round of applause to the kids for how good their english was!” (He said Something similar to this)

My mom: “this mf did not call them kids knowing they are around the same age”

It’s in their name, lol

So for context, skz played a game team vs team (who can get louder screams) and Changbin’s team lost- (btw it was team muddy water and I couldn’t hear the name of the other team because ppl screaming lol but for the sake of this, I’m gonna say Changbin’s team lol)

Changbin: I took my shirt off and still lost. I’m never taking my shirt off again.

Chan: We already take everything off

[Either before or after, fever dream goin crazy rn]

Seungmin: LOSERS 😆

Seungmin said the crowd barking makes him feel tough.

I forgot to press record for Easy and gave my phone to my brother and noticed it wasn’t recording until after the song 💀 It’s okay, it’s in my core memories.

A piece of confetti fell on me during haven and I fcking screamed as if it had Changbin’s number on it or smth 😭😭😭 my most down bad moment of the year thus far. Lmao.

I saw Changbin smile and was done for the night.

Felix kept winking, mf made me forget who I belonged to. (Joking, joking haha)

Minho is so fcking fine. Dude was GLOWING. I’m so close to blocking them on everything since he wants to be THAT fine.

Minho & Chan performed Drive. My mom knows btw so it’s not like she was gonna scold me as if I wrote the song. She caught on when Chan was like “the city is pretty big and open”. Not necessarily mom-friendly but we’re gonna let that slide.

Chan said Red lights was an adorable song. Everyone and their families SAW the ribbons, honey bee.

Phone gave up when I tried getting one last picture lol. Pfft. She went on a strike but it’s okay, that lil bitch. (Talking to my phone)

Idc I was showing out for Seungmin. The whole fcking crowd was. We do not play when it comes to Seungmin. And I will continue to show out for Seungmin.

Hyunjin sang Ice cream and I did not deserve to hear it, the mf is so pretty and I love Ice cream and I am unworthy but it’s chill, we ball.

Still kinda upset Minho dropped the ps4 controller in the little movie thingy. I’m sorry but those are expensive, I know y’all are rich but that hurt my soul ily still though.

Btw if I’m wrong & it wasn’t Minho, I will take the L. But PLEASE let me know. Like I said, fever dream is going crazy rn and I’m only writing these notes as I remember them. PLEASE let me know if I’m wrong.

I miss Jeongin already. His English (as is the others) is hella good and you could tell he and the others took the time to learn it so I hope they know they did great. The crowd chanted ‘I.N’ and he smiled and I think y’all should continue to do that.

The effects were so fcking cool and Jisung- I could feel his energy from where I sat. He never comes to play, and I hope he (and the others) sleep well tonight and that the sleep hits good.

Felix is the rizzly bear. Count rizz-ula. The rizz-ologist. Dude has W rizz. How the hell did he pull everyone in the venue in 2 seconds?

Felix also said he wanted to live here… honey, ily, but I can guarantee you that you do not. Respectfully. It’s a dumpster fire. Respectfully.

Felix also said “I didn’t even say anything yet” when the crowd screamed before he could speak just because he came on the big screens. Lmao.

Changbin was standing infront of one of the big screens while Seungmin was talking and my dumb ass saw Seungmin’s face zoomed in and tiny Changbin in the corner beside Seungmin’s face and I thought they had editors that shrinked Changbin. No one said I was smart okay LMAO

Idk how to explain it but seeing Changbin felt like drinking water after waking up at 3am. And before y’all (whoever decides to read this) are like “is that good or bad?” It’s good. Don’t lie. I know y’all like quenching your thirst.

BITCH THEY PLAYED HAVEN AND LIKE IDK IF YALL KNOW THIS BUT THATS THE SONG THAT CHEERED ME UP THROUGH A BAD TIME IN MY LIFE AND HEARING IT LIVE???? AND HEARING CHANGBIN’S VERSE (don’t get me wrong, I am ot8 as fck but Changbin is my ult-) I was about to cry. Like I’m about to rn actually. Literally I would’ve loved to hear ANY skz song live but this is the one song I hoped for and they supplied. So yeah.

THEY PLAYED HAVEN AFTER MY PHONE DIED HHHHHH I HAVE NO EVIDENCE BUT IF THERES A VIDEO ON YT OR ANYWHERE PLEASE LEMME SEE :((((

I even avoided ‘setlist spoilers’. If that’s a thing.

They made us bark (respectfully, I refused to bark 😤), they made us meow (I also refused to meow 😤), but I did NOT pass up Haw’ing to Chan’s Yee. I will never pass up a yeehaw, as a certfied yeehaw. However, Chan has yee’d his last haw. (Joking)

Oh yeah Chan asked if any of us rode a horse before and if it was for fun. I know we are yeehaws but bruh, that’s yeehaw to another level. (There were a good chunk of ppl that said yes. Respect.)

I COULD SEE CHANGBIN FROM WHERE I WAS SAT AND THATS ALL I COULD EVER WANT. HE LOOKED SO HAPPY AND HANDSOME. I’m about to get really down bad so I will pause and suppress it.

I collected some of the confetti because skz were shooting it out of cannons. That’s like the closest thing to merch I was able to afford.

Skz (multiple members) were like “hey, if we come back, will y’all come back too??” And ofc my broke ass said yes. Chan’s buying my ticket though so it’s secured. Sorry y’all.

FAM goes hard live. I also loved the backgrounds for each song. Production team was NOT lacking.

The band that played behind them, they are so talented too. Miroh is already a hype song but this band, we let them cook and they SERVED.

My ear drums are still vibrating but I will not complain. I knew what I signed up for the second I put myself through ticketmaster hell <3

My throat also took a nosedive off a cliff. I was about to pass out just to make Seungmin happy. When he says make noise, I’m using my voicebox until it’s begging to rest.

My arms are tired. Like FATIGUED but the lightstick stays up when they say “put your hands in the air” bye.

Also happy birthday to the stay two rows in front of me :) (I saw your sign) 💜🫶

Seeing skz always feels like hanging with friends. I know that’s very delulu of me, but yeah, the past two shows I’ve seen them in, they were always very crowd inclusive and like, idk, I felt safe and like nothing bad would happen.

I have hella PCD now though. Goodnight. I will add things as I remember them lol

#skz #stray kids #I’m gonna fcking cry this was the best night of my life despite being stressed lately

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years ago

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It's bigger! It's badder! Ladies and gentlemen, it's too much for Ukiyo Ace!

Welcome back to the Jyamato Grand Prix!

Joining us today is Buffa, God of All Jyamato! And boy is he mad~! Kamen Riders beware. This bull's gonna ran through the China shop that is your lives~!

...in theory, at least :3

Spoilers, I guess...

-Where is the Fox Man?

-Sara-neesan...

-She truly remembers nothing about what happened to her brother.

-Oh fuck, Kyuun!

-Oh fuck, John and Ben! Hell yeah!

-"Everything's different again... even you, Neon."

-Holy shit

-Kurama really went there, didn't he?

-That fucker.

-Beroba offers you more battle.

-"The answer's obvious. I'm gonna win again."

-"And?" Holy shit, dude.

-Chirami's still got reality TV brain.

-Speaking of which, I hear another Hollywood writer's strike is on the horizon, so... I hope you 2000s kids are ready for an all new CN Real block.

Chirami: "No no no, you don't get it! It'd be fantastic for ratings~!"

Tsumuri: "...ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"

Chirami: "Now, I realize that nobody's got a chance in hell against Buffa, but that'll just add to his allure as an unbeatable God! People will wanna lay him out~! And that means people will be tuned in from all across space and time for when he inevitably bites the dust~!"

Tsumuri: "Two thousand years worth of contestants, quite literally innumerable innocent people, and my little brother fucking died because of you people."

Chirami: "Business expenses~!"

-Letting the mask slip right off, huh?

-I miss you, Giroli.

-Don't you diss my girl like that, you weasel.

-Yeah that's what happens when you try to play god, Admin Man.

-Ah, yep. Arranged date.

-Gonna be real Neon, I don't think this is going well.

-Oh shit, the boys!

-There's something so funny about Ben just saying "Ojou-sama" among the rest of his dialogue.

-I appreciate these subs also applying to English dialogue, that's very considerate.

-"Nooooo... I'm sorry :c"

-White Tiger, Black Panther. Welcome back to the Desire Grand Prix.

-Er... well, I suppose that's just a name now.

-"Whoooooo...?"

-My heart breaks for Miss Navigator.

-OH FUCK BEN

-Buffa, you leave that beautiful man alone.

-"Go home, little kitty."

-Yeah, I kinda gave up my "name" basis with Buffa, in case you haven't noticed.

-Nooooo, John D:

-omfg Michael that was so slick

-Tom too, that was amazing

-Here they are! The Riders!

-Double Beat!

-...don't quite get to see it, huh?

-Beroba Jumpscare.

-"Oh! You forgot this, honey~!"

-Neon's misery swells once more.

-"I can't wait to watch you cry in 4K, Na-Go~!"

-Takahashi, you are just beating on the poor girl, huh?

-Kyuun appears!

-"Forget about your lives as Riders. That's the only mercy I can offer you."

-Neon's resolve has never gone away.

-"You can be whoever you want... in the future!"

-Neon, 3,033 AD.

-Oh fuck, a Ninja!

-Ninja Doggo!

-Buffa killed Eitoku!

-Er, excuse me... Retired.

-Victory Royale.

-"...we're completely foxless... piece of shit would be our only chance."

-"Ukiyo Ace-sama..." :(

"Pwease pwease pwease!"

Ziin: L + Ratio, you fell off, cringe, fail. ...that's the ancient slang from this era, right?

Kekera: No no, sonny. You don't get it. He's an old man, we never get slang. Let me try something he'll definitely understand. Buzz off.

-Oh

-Okay, thanks Ziin.

-He's based now.

-"Yo, Game Master."

-Hello, Buffa. ...I can't believe I'm saying this, but you have my permission to do what you want to the Game Master. I'm sick of these people's bullshit too.

-No shade towards Yamazaki-san, of course <3

-"The only Riders left."

-"No fighting :<"

-"YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH, WOMAN! It's my time."

-Yoshitsugu Matsuoka and Yoshitsugu Matsuoka, together at last.

-Faito!

-Fever Zombie!

-Tsumuri's just so done with all this crap.

-Buffa's in the middle of his Turbo Mecha Sonic arc.

-Speaking of which, I hope I get to see the SMBZ reboot's third episode sometime soon, I've been waiting years to see Metallix return.

-Not even a dent has been made in Buffa's armor from all that fantastic technology.

-"This is the Jyamato God's world."

-I'll be real, I'd have given Tsumuri like ten super forms by now. I can't guarantee it'd be a good watch at that point, but hey I'd be happy.

-Boom! Laser Victory!

-An unkillable zombie! Don't that feel familiar?

Chirami: No! No, wait, please, I... We can make a deal! If you spare my life, I'll give you a planet! Three planets! Two and a half?

Buffa: You just went down.

Chirami: I'm a haggler...?

-As needlessly cruel as Buffa, he's at least got one point from me for one reason.

-Recognizing he benefitted from that corrupt system and realizing that it only worked out for him because it worked out so terribly for everyone else.

-There's your little bro, Tsumuri.

-And Glare2 is out of the battle!

-Oh shit, there he is! Fox Jesus~!

-"No, no no, no no no NO! How dare you?!"

-He's back!

-"I'm a ghost. ...or to be accurate, a kitsune."

-Boost! And... Magnum!

-Ready... Fight!

-"You don't mean shit to me anymore."

-"Yeah? Well, me neither."

-Desire Royale.

-Tsumuri has awoken.

-Oh fuck, that's a new rider! ...OH FUCK SARA-NEESAN

-Is that a badger? Er, wait no, she'd be an otter like Tycoon...

-Hang on, lemme look something up...

-John and Ben's Rider forms are called "Garun" and "Lancer", respectively. I feel cucked not seeing them as Riders. ...maybe they didn't wanna dig through the prop closet for them.

-Beagle Eitoku, or... rather, Nagayama was called "Groovy". ...that's cute, I'll admit. ...I forget, do the participants name their Rider forms themselves?

-Pretty okay episode overall though, I give it a 7.2/10 for Rider Revival Episode Standards. ...that's still a C- by American School Standards, but it's a solid C-. (meaning, I liked all the stuff with Buffa and Neon and Tsumuri makes me sadge but in like a good way.)

#the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory #kamen rider #geats #kr geats #geats spoilers #kamen rider geats

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cafeinthemoon · 8 months ago

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Feral Heart - Chapter IV

Chapter 4

Wordcount 4,6k

Title Fever Dreams and Rocks

Fandom Tenkaichi: Nihon Saikyo Bugeisha Ketteisen

Previous chapters

Prologue . 1 . 2 . 3

Symbols ⭕ ➕ 🖤

Warnings: Mentions of violence against wild animals (non explicit); mild injury provoked by sharp object; mentions of blood and references to bloodlust and assassins

Tagging @chrollossweat (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N.A.: So... finally this chapter is ready and posted! It ended up longer than I first planned (way longer! haha) and I needed an equally long time to revise it, though I admit I didn't work on it every single day due to personal circumstances. Anyways, I'm really happy that we finally reached this chapter because it contains some of the scenes that made me create this story, and if you enjoy writing you know that feeling too <3

I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

The students had a short amount of free time after lunch, during which they would rest or engage in inoffensive activities like playing and taking walks at Nobunaga-sama’s gardens. Of course, with the emotions experienced that morning, they all had much to think about, but not everyone was willing to spend the afternoon ruminating, so they did what many girls would do while staying idle and unsupervised: they started talking.

You, on the other hand, knew you wouldn’t stand hearing your name among the gossiping, neither you wanted to be confronted about the events of earlier, so you were quick to escape your classmates’ reach and got yourself into the depths of the grove that grew behind the compound where you were housed.

You too had a lot to think about, but your deliberations had little to do with the lessons, so you wouldn’t share them with anyone.

You were now sitting on one of the highest branches of a tree in the middle of the grove; your sandals were taken off and had their stripes tied to each other, forming one thread that you tossed over your shoulder to free your hands, occupied with a knife you stole from the kitchen and an apple that you didn’t have to steal. Having your back resting on the tree trunk, you chomped a thick piece of the fruit and recalled the morning lessons for the hundredth time.

The thing was that you couldn’t forget how quickly you were deceived and dominated by Yagyu, how easy was for him to get close and trap you on the ground, under him, with no signs of embarrassment – unlike yourself, who couldn’t help the heat coming up your face at the memory of the fight. Apparently, your master was really worthy the title Peerless, but his incomparability wasn’t restricted to swordsmanship.

He was so close that he could kiss me if he wanted. And to think he did that in front of so many people… has he no shame?

You swallowed the fruit and sighed, both from angry and shyness. The idea of a kiss happening in those circumstances was too much to bear. How would you go back to the compound and join the other girls with all those thoughts stirring in your head? How would you fall asleep at night? You didn’t want to imagine what kind of dreams could invade your mind in case you weren’t able to leave those feelings aside. Even worse, the idea of returning to the training area the next day and facing him as if nothing happened would haunt you until the said day came.

You chopped another part of the apple and put it on your mouth with the tip of the knife, but you ended up closing your lips before taking the blade away, resulting in a small, superficial cut. You gasped and touched your lower lip, and a little red drop was seen on your thumb. You cursed and continued to eat, but the irritation caused by the cut wouldn’t let you close your mouth, and the apple’s juice leaked from it, staining your yukata. You tried to clean it as best as you could, but the mark couldn’t be conceived. You abandoned the knife and decided to eat using only your teeth. This situation would be too trivial to shake your moods if it wasn’t for what you’ve already experienced that day.

Could it be that what happened between us impressed me to the point of distraction? Why do I keep thinking it, anyway?

You bit the apple on a spot still covered by the red peel, and for a moment you closed your eyes, letting the pulp and the juice fill your mouth. The answers, just as you imagined – and feared – were already there.

At the same time my instincts tell me to keep away from him, they suddenly fall silent when he approaches me. As if he has some power of shutting down one’s defenses to invade and plunder them effortlessly.

Standing there, at a stranger’s mercy, was an unsettling feeling, and you didn’t like it at all. You’ve been dealing with all kinds of people since the days you’ve lived in your village, and now among girls from each part of the country, servants, military men and noble ones: simple-minded, smart, generous, cunning, dreamers, realistic ones, alternating between giving and taking something from each other. All of them admittedly human, whom you sensed you could deal with. However, this man… was something else.

Something apart from regular humans, but not exactly foreign to them. Something that mixed their remnants with certain things that would go beyond, all of this hiding in a delicate shell.

It was when a drop of blood from your lips entered your mouth and touched your tongue, and the sudden realization of its taste made your eyes open wide. You were still holding the knife; you hid it carefully in your clothes and finished the apple on a rush, as if sensing a close threat, an uneasiness creeping through the grass, searching for your spot.

That was the answer. That was how you should name the feeling, the scent you’d notice whenever you found yourself around him; and it didn’t matter how well he could hide it from the others, to people like you, who has dealt with it before, that thing would always be detectable. Something that wasn’t found in average humans, for its growth was only possible in a certain type.

That person… that man smells like blood. He’s not just a warrior. He’s an experienced assassin, hungry but clever. He craves slaughter, but knows when and how to act, and not even the gods can stop him when he decides it’s time to feed.

You bit the apple again and thought about it.

You felt a mixture of terror and relief with this discovery. You were content in understanding what was going on, but completely aware of the need to protect yourself now; your experience was telling you so.

Still, what was that thing bubbling in your core while you recalled the moment when he knocked you out and put himself over you?

I can’t remember feeling like this about anyone. I felt defenseless, alone and naked under his eyes… But I wasn’t afraid.

You took a deep breath, shaking the memory away. Whatever was this feeling, you were better off shutting it down and avoiding its source in every opportunity you’d have.

***

In fact, sleep seemed to avoid you in that particular night.

You were turning and tossing on your mattress, your mind too full to allow you some rest. You were physically tired, but your eyes refused to stay closed, so you’ve spent the next hours staring at the darkness where the ceiling was. As the events of that day kept coming back, you kept asking yourself questions to which you had no answer; though you were careful to not disturb the other girls, your heart was racing at the possibility of making too much noise and ending up being inquired about your restlessness.

Not that your previous nights at the compound were too calm, though. Truth was that you weren’t used to sleep in comfortable, safe places since you left your homeland, and the fact that this was part of the Shogun’s property did nothing to diminish your distress: after days and nights sleeping by yourself on trees, caves and other hostile places in nature, standing beside other people in a regular room was a new, scary experience. You looked around, hearing the soft snoring of the other girls and wondering how they were capable of falling in such deep sleep outside their house.

You sighed. Despite being tired, you sat on the mattress and considered leaving that place, not taking too long to find comfortable clothing and a pair of shoes: a cold wind was blowing outside, and you were going to need something to replace your sheets. You observed your surroundings to make sure no one was watching and disappeared from the building, doing it through a window.

The night outside was peaceful and quiet, except for the sounds of the wind through the trees and the gaps of the building. You walked on tip toes across the porch, always looking around to prevent yourself from being caught by a guard, and when you were sure you weren’t being followed, you rushed to the grove.

There was a spot in the middle of it that was rarely visited by the girls and the palace’s personnel, a sort of circle formed by the roots of ancient trees that could be used as a hideout and which you already turned into your favorite place. You quickly found a comfortable position among the roots – if that was possible – and closed your eyes. As if by magic, sleep found you there, and your body relaxed in contact with the grass, a warmth growing around you in that spot where the wind couldn’t reach you.

Your mind wandered back to the things you’ve experienced that morning, transforming them with the power of the dreams. In that twisted version of the episode, you weren’t surrounded by the other students: you were alone with your master at the training area, and the intent of the fight you were having had nothing to do with teaching. Your movements were exactly the same as before, and so were his responses. Soon, you saw yourself trying to take him down by striking his ankle, and his flawless defense manifested that instant, making you fall on the floor, immobilized.

Then it came the deepest difference in the form of a sudden kiss. You had no time to question, neither to breathe: in one moment, you were staring silently at that delicate face, the strands of his hair falling around yours, the clink of his earring beside you, and in the next your lips were touched by his. From that moment you had no control over your reactions: following his guidance, you closed your eyes, forgetting the fight, and let him hold your chin; his thumb pressed your lower lip and separated it from the upper one, opening your mouth to receive his tongue. At the same time you weren’t believing in what was happening, you gave him anything but a heated response: you just felt your hand letting go of your sword and reaching for the back of his head, your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down to you…

Then your eyes suddenly opened up, and you found yourself curled on the same position between the roots, breathless and sweating. What the hell just happened? You made an effort to sit among the roots and recollect the dream, but the shame was too much and you ended up trying to shut down the images.

However, they persisted. And, deep inside, you knew the reason.

Seriously? Could it be that I can’t even trust my feelings now? Am I really…?

You’ve put these deliberations aside and sat on the grass, trying to calm down your breath. While you did this, you tried to focus on your surroundings, on the sounds of the grove, hoping that they’d bring you some peace. And you managed to do it… until strange, loud noises cut through the air and reached your ears.

You straightened up and turned your head at what you thought to be the direction of the sounds. It was like the scream of an animal in pain, followed by angry voices, but it wasn’t possible to distinguish the words. You stood up and, forgetting the sleep, you left the grove to search the source of the disturbance.

And you found it after walking around the girls’ compound and following to another one near it, almost the same size and with similar structure, but reserved to meals. It was surrounded by lamps on its outside, and thanks to this you were able to see the scene.

And it enraged you.

Three men, two dressed as guards and one as a servant, were surrounding a red fox with screams and curses. The animal, smaller and weaker than three big individuals, was cowering against the wall, and you saw the moment when it bit the hand of the servant when he tried to catch it; his response was to give it a smack, but the fox deflect it.

– You vicious beast! – the man held the injured hand against himself with an expression of angry and pain.

The guards, though not daring approach the fox, didn’t move a finger to intervene or at least to leave some space for the animal to return to the wild, where its home was. You considered them obtuse for this, of course, but your rage was solely directed to the servant, for his cruelty and stupidity.

The food is stocked here. The fox might have sensed its smell. It’s not its fault.

The men haven’t seen you there yet, and you took the opportunity to prepare yourself. You looked around and saw some rocks near your spot. You grabbed some in the fold of your clothes, but held a specially heavy one in your left hand and took quiet steps toward the light.

No one had time to notice your presence before the rock flew from your hand and collided with the back of the servant’s head with the sound of a crash, making him lose his balance, almost falling forward with a scream.

– What the hell…!

The fox, you noticed, didn’t miss the opportunity and ran, disappearing in the dark. The man straightened up and turned. The guards immediately looked back and startled: a girl from the compound was the last person they expected to find there, and you read the doubt in their eyes.

They know they should stop me, but they don’t want to harm one of Nobunaga-sama’s girls. Good.

You took the chance and made a move to approach the servant, who passed a hand on his head and started trembling: on his palm he saw a dark stain of blood.

Finally the guards decided to move. You didn’t forget them, and threw a rock on one’s foot, making him curl and groan, and deflected the other by beating his hand with another rock when he stretched it to catch you. You left them behind and just ran toward the servant, standing still while looking at the scene, unsure of what to do.

Your heart started beating faster with the fear in the man’s eyes, not able to do anything while you jumped in his direction and threw your body over his, making you both fall on the grass. You didn’t waste time and stroke his nose with your elbow, for somehow you imagined it’d be more effective than just punching him. And it really worked, judging by the thick stream of blood that ran down from his nose.

But that wasn’t enough for you.

You looked at your hand and noticed still had one rock with you. The servant made the same discovery and swallowed, not wanting to give up the last thread of his pride by begging to a little girl.

You looked deep into his eyes and raised your hand…

But the rock never reached the target.

A subtle, but firm grip appeared around your wrist and you couldn’t move it; as you had no courage to look at the hand’s owner, their other one came to yours and made you drop the rock.

You saw incredulity in the servant’s face as he turned his attention to the person who just arrived and saved his dignity, or what was left from it.

When you finally turned to the newcomer, you weren’t surprised to see who he was.

— Yagyu-sama? — your voice was a rushed whisper, more irritated that you intended.

His response was to smile as if you just had a casual encounter during the day instead of him avoiding a tragedy in the middle of the night; if the circumstances weren’t different, you could say he carried a sweet expression.

— What are you doing out of your bed at this hour, young lady? — he inquired in a voice as soft as his traits — The lessons will be tough in the next morning. You should be resting.

You didn’t reply. You wouldn’t discuss your preference for sleeping in the wild to this man.

— And I believe that resting doesn’t include throwing rocks at people, right? — he continued; not minding your stubborn silence, he stood up and made you stand as well, freeing the scared servant from your grip; still holding your wrist, he turned to the man — Now, my good man, are you able to walk?

The wretch, trembling, managed to leave the ground and murmured a “Yes, my Lord”, not daring look at you. He still had a hand on the back of his head, where you stroked the first rock. Yagyu observed him with a sort of pitiness.

— You can go, now. Clean your wound and take some rest.

The servant nodded in gratitude, in a flattering way that disgusted you, and disappeared at the corner of the building. You glanced around after he was gone and noticed the absence of the guards; Yagyu probably dismissed them before dealing with you.

And now, it was only the two of you.

Just like in my dream.

Out of instinct, you shook your wrist out of his reach and stepped back, waiting to see what he was doing next. He weren't shocked nor offended by your skittish attitude, keeping the composed manners while observing you with curiosity.

— Now, I already know you have a thing for strange places — he emphasized the word strange — But I thought this trait only manifested during the day. Are you a friend of the owls, then?

You kept quiet.

If you want to ask why I left my bed, just do it already.

Instead of verbalizing these very words, what you said instead was:

— I've spent a long time in company of their sounds, so much that I've learned to fall asleep listening to them — you shrugged — My bed is away from the windows in that building. The only thing I can hear from there are the cracks on the wooden floor and the other girls snoring.

Yagyu kept that unnerving smile while listening to your explanation, as if you were some child who were putting all their efforts in elaborating an absurd lie — except that he knew you weren't lying.

— So, no owls, no sleep. I see.

He took a step toward you. That time, you didn’t move.

— I only hope you're not considering spending the next nights outside the compound.

You frowned.

How did you guess...?

— And why would it be a problem for you? — you blurted.

— I know it can feel liberating for people who aren't used to regular beds, but it's just too dangerous, you understand? — Yagyu shook his head in sad gesture — Nobunaga-sama would hate to hear that his provisions are being rejected in favor of the wilderness. Besides, how will I stand before him and explain myself if you eventually get involved in another... incident with his servants?

You swallowed. He was right, and you knew that. Nobunaga-sama’s will was the priority in every inch of his domains, and you couldn't defy this if you wanted to stay alive. Yet you didn't want people getting into your business like this, even less the Peerless Swordsman.

If only he didn't catch me here...

You decided to fight back.

— And why can't you just close your eyes to what happened here?

— Ah, what do you mean? — he wasn’t expecting that.

— I know you saw what that bastard did to the poor fox, but if you’re able to ignore that, I am not. Not only this, but if this whole space belongs to Nobunaga-sama’s, the same can be said about the living beings here, so how was that man right in mistreating his master's property?

The smile on Yagyu's face faded a bit, and that increased your confidence. Without realizing what you were doing, you stepped closer to him again, this time not afraid to look into his eyes.

— Besides, if both my night wanderings and beef with the servant reaches Nobunaga-sama’s ears, you will have to explain your reasons to be here at this hour as well.

A breeze was blowing that moment, the sounds of the grove reaching your ears with a unsettling lament. The clouds that were obstructing the moonlight were carried away, and the light descended to the scene, touching both of you. Because you were eye to eye with him, you saw when that new, strange glimmer appeared in his globes, a mixture of pride for his student's perspicacity and a hunger for finding out where that discussion would take you in case it continued. It wasn’t the first time you had the impression of something inhuman in him, and you sensed it wouldn’t be the last.

And, as you expected, your inquiring wasn’t enough to intimidate him, who took it more as a diversion than a challenge.

— I wouldn't present Nobunaga-sama reasons that are too different from yours, dear. If inquired, I would simply explain that I struggled to get some sleep and needed to breathe fresh air — he sighed — And, then, unfortunately, I witnessed one of my dear students involved in such a mess.

While he spoke, the sensation of imminent danger was present, as strong as a scent, and you only understood why it increased when you noticed he approached you as well, to the point you felt his breath on your face.

Yet you didn't back down.

— Now, since you had your chance to make a keen question to your master, it is only fair that you satisfy my curiosity — he bent down, staring into your eyes — Why did you choose rocks?

You felt your lips twisting before you could control them. Among all the things about which he could’ve questioned you, he chose to ask about this?

But if he wanted an answer, you’d give it to him.

— Rocks have always been effective. Specially when you’re not a powerful warrior.

— I don’t doubt that, but that’s not what I’m talking about — he grinned — I want to know why you chose rocks when you already carried a weapon with you.

You frowned, and he giggled at it. Suddenly, you felt a hand grabbing the folds of your robe and slipping inside it; you were so shocked that you had no reaction… but it wasn’t for his audacity.

Yagyu removed his hand as fast as he put it there, but it didn’t come out empty: on his palm, you saw the knife you stole from the kitchen, that one you used to cut the apple and, unfortunately, your lower lip. You’ve been carrying it with you all day just in case.

It can’t be… How?! How did he find out?!

Your surprise was a delight to your master, who didn’t hesitate in giving you an explanation for the guess.

— Nothing stands out of a master’s sight, dear — he hid the knife in his own clothing, in a way that, at the same time you couldn’t recover it, he could slip it out and use it with no difficulties — And, if his disciples are far from his eyes’ reach, there are always people to do the work for him.

You stood there, in silent disbelief. You already knew that dropping your guard around this man wasn’t an option; now, you would have to be careful while he was away too.

— Oh, don’t look at me like this — he raised his hands as an apology — It’s my duty to grant your safeness, which includes stopping you from possessing things that could only hurt yourselves.

Another sudden move from him, and you felt your lower lip being caressed by a thumb, exactly on the spot you cut.

— But it seems that I’m late in your case…

You held your breath. He had no restraints, just as you supposed earlier; and he was too close, having left you unarmed and unable to argue. Still, you weren’t as scared as you should be. You were just eager to show a response, a quick one to get out of this situation and protect yourself from retaliation.

Later, when you recalled those events, you would realize that you had no conscience of your actions. You didn’t plan anything; you just let your body lead things, while you were a mere spectator of it, just like in your fever dream.

That time, you were the one who stepped closer to Yagyu. You held his hand and moved it away from your lips, only to grab his clothing’s hem and pull him to yourself, covering his mouth with yours.

It wasn’t like in your dream, though: with the rush, you were a bit clumsy, your feet stepped on his, so that you would’ve stumbled if he didn’t hold you, and your bruised lip ached a little when it touched his. But the conscience of making a mess didn’t stop you, and perhaps your braveness supplanting your lack of sophistication was pleasing to him, for his response was at the same time a show of his approval and a sort of guidance for the act: his hands surrounded your waist, giving you the balance you needed; one of his hands reached for your lips and opened them, giving room to his tongue; his breath was slow, calm, as if inviting you to follow his rhythm. And you accepted the invitation, your hands leaning on his shoulders for balance, your body going limp in his arms, trapping you beteent them with the strength of claws.

It might have lasted for a moment, or for an entire hour. You were somewhere between reality and another version of it, one where fear, prudence and moderation weren’t but vague concepts, for what kind of world you would get into such situation, when you threw yourself in the grip of an assassin — and master — without thinking twice?

And, well if it was you who started it, it should be you the one to end it: slowly, you moved away, your lips suddenly cold from the separation even though you breathed the same air; your feet, once on tiptoes, were now fully on the ground, but your hands didn’t let go of his clothes, neither you got rid of his grip. Your cheeks were on fire; you could barely look in his eyes.

Between your heavy breath, you heard him giggling. The kiss didn’t do anything to affect his composure.

— I could never suppose you had that fire in you, dear — you glanced and saw him touching his own lips as he spoke.

You looked away. The air felt colder now. And so your mood should be.

— You don't speak about this, I don't speak about you — you murmured.

— What do you mean?

— If you keep quiet about the servant, I won't speak about the kiss — you stared at him — A fair exchange, don’t you think?

He raised an eyebrow.

— Maybe… — a shadow of a smile danced on his lips — But I will be content with it for now.

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Continuing the Laur love tour! 💗

I’m going with this lovely little Pete fic today in light of our recent messages – here are the comments I sent you back when I read this, and I’m reblogging them now with just as much love as before, or probably even more 🥹

(In this reblog I’m combining my comments on Parts 1 and 2, so as not to bombard you!)

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It’s amazing that while being sick you were able to write a whole fic, I just read it and loved it so much!! 💖💖💖

Pete whistling as he’s jogging up the stairs and being so happy to come home to his girl is the most wholesome thing in the world 🥹

It’s super heartwarming to see him being all caring and concerned about her wellbeing and that description of him as a “pillar of strength” is so perfect and comforting 😌 And I’m not even sick myself but now I’m craving toast lol this description is just so true to Pete ughh he’s so sweet – “His fingers drummed impatiently as he waited for the toast to pop up, his mind racing to think of every possible thing that could help you feel better.”

And calling Dave to ask for the soup that he knows she’ll enjoy so much when she gets her appetite back he’s an angel I swear 😭

Then this bit is fucking adorable – “making more of a point by kissing every part of your face that he could until he landed on your lips. His hand reached up to cradle your cheek, continuing to kiss you tenderly until you forgot for a moment that you were sick at all.” I would definitely forget being sick too!! Especially lost in the warmth of his cuddles 🛌 You write him so well and this fic is so heartfelt and beautiful! 🥰

I’m glad that you were able to indulge in some self-comfort and also share such a lovely piece of art with the world 💗

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I just read Even When Part 2 and love it just as much as the first part!! 💕

The opening scene with the concerned cuddles, Pete selflessly not even caring about himself being uncomfortable, transitioning into him picking her up and carrying her into the shower?? I can’t take ittttt he’s so good to her 😭💘 This line made me feel like I was in her shoes, mmm I would want to stay like that for hours too 😌🚿 – “Your head rested against his chest, feeling the water run down your skin and his hands smooth up and down your back in a calming pattern, the surety emanating off of him giving you enough strength to make you feel like you could stay like that for hours.”

And this part is so darn cute 😚 – “His lips met with your forehead, seemingly unable to kiss it enough, and part of you wondered if it was a way for him to test your fever without being obvious.” Ugh I love this❣️

And I love how much they love each other, with the whole back-and-forth of her insisting on him going out and him being so reluctant to abandon her. The most loving tug of war 💞

Then of course even when (even when! fun little unintentional title reference ✨) he does go out, she’s all that he can think about 🥺💭 And he ends up hurrying home to the love he can’t function without 🏡🥰 This line is the most heartfelt thing – “A slight bit of relief washed over him when he saw you sound asleep in his spot, but the need to be with you and feel you in his arms became overwhelming.”

And “trying to breathe in every part of you that he could” – gahhhh he loves her so good 😫💓💓💓

Even When...

Pairing: Pete Dunham x reader

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: The flu. Mention of lack of appetite/nausea/eating. Taking aspirin. Small reference to sex. Some kissing and cuddling.

Summary: Pete gets home from work to find you sick with the flu.

A/N: I've been battling the flu all blasted week and would really love some Pete cuddles right now, so yeah, this is for me to escape and feel better. He is my official comfort character 💗

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Pete confidently jogged up the steps of the dimly-lit stairwell two at a time, whistling the tune of ‘I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles’ as he went.

Even though his flat was nothing worth bragging over, he was always happy to come back to it at the end of the day, especially knowing you would be walking through the door only a couple hours after him once your workday was done.

He fished his keys out of the pocket of his jacket and quickly unlocked the door, still whistling as he pushed it open and walked through.

He abruptly stopped as soon as he stepped inside, seeing you curled up on the sofa with a blanket disguising all of you but the top of your head. Despite him being as quiet as possible, the noise made by the latch on the door as he closed and locked it made him wince, and he glanced over his shoulder to make sure he hadn't disturbed you.

You didn't move even the slightest, and though that was his goal, he felt nothing but worry.

You had intended to go to work today, he was sure of it, thinking back to seeing you cleaning your teeth in the bathroom in nothing but one of his West Ham shirts early this morning, having seemed yourself aside from being a bit tired which he assumed was his fault by keeping you up later than normal.

Everything else in the flat appeared as it usually was as he glanced around, giving him no indication as to what was wrong, making him frown as he slowly made his way over to where you lay unmoving.

Reaching his hand out to smooth up along your side, he perched on the edge of the sofa, watching your brows knit together tightly as you started to wake up.

"Hey, love," he whispered, "what's happened?"

Your eyes slowly blinked open, your eyelids feeling so heavy, the headache that was splitting through your skull intensifying just from that.

"I'm sick," you croaked, your voice brittle and small and revealing how depleted of energy you were.

"Why aren't you in bed?" he asked, fully aware that his sofa was not at all comfortable, and even less so when feeling poorly.

"I don't want to give it to you," you explained, "I'll just sleep out here."

Pete chuckled, "Don't be daft, I'm around all those snotty kids day in and day out, my immune system is good as."

You sighed heavily, "I don't think I could even move if I wanted to."

"Right, come on," he encouraged gently, standing and removing his jacket.

He extended his hand for you to take, helping you slowly sit up, his eyes flickering over your peaky-looking features as you tried to get your bearings.

"I'm okay," you fibbed, feeling completely nauseous and dizzy as you stood.

Luckily, Pete was standing tall right in front of you, acting as a pillar of strength for you to grab onto as you swayed on unsteady legs.

Before you could register how you'd gotten there let alone protest it, you were scooped up in Pete's arms and being carried through to your bedroom, tucking your head in the crook of his neck appreciatively.

He set you down in your bed carefully, the back of his hand coming up to feel the temperature of your forehead after he had pulled the duvet up around you.

"Christ, you're on fire," he muttered.

"But I'm freezing," you whined, trying to bury yourself beneath the covers even more.

Pete frowned and exhaled heavily, wishing he could take this away from you.

He kissed your forehead and gave your arm a reassuring squeeze through the thick duvet, "Hang on, I'll be right back, yeah?"

He walked through to the bathroom, opening the cupboard door to rummage through for anything that would help, finally locating the bottle of aspirin.

Assuming you hadn't been able to eat anything, he popped a piece of bread in the toaster when he crossed through to the kitchen and filled up a glass of water, knowing the aspirin would make your empty stomach turn.

His fingers drummed impatiently as he waited for the toast to pop up, his mind racing to think of every possible thing that could help you feel better.

Finally, he made his way back to your room, setting the plate on the bedside table along with the bottle of pills and water.

"I need you to eat a bit of this," he instructed, seeing your one eye pop out from under the blankets to see what he was doing.

When you responded with a groan, he continued. "I know, love, but you need to take something for that fever and you haven't eaten all day, have you?"

You shook your head 'no', the thought of trying to keep anything down seeming like the biggest chore.

"Do what you can," he urged, taking his pillow and propping it up behind yours to make it easier for you to sit up without actually having to.

"Thanks, Pete," you spoke weakly, feeling on the verge of tears.

"'S alright, love." He leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips, then again on your forehead before walking back to the kitchen to put his work things away.

He grabbed his phone and rang up Dave, trying to think ahead of what you would want when you were actually able to eat something proper again.

"Hey, mate…yeah, good. Listen, does your Clair have any of that soup she made tucked away in the freezer? Sweet. Would you mind bringing it 'round? I'll leave the door unlocked, you can just pop it inside. You're a legend. Cheers mate…yeah, next round is on me." He laughed as Dave began giving him shit, telling him he'd believe it when he saw it, and hung up. A smile continued to dress his face as he thought how lucky he was to have such great friends who didn't think twice to help out when asked, and he knew your best friend's famous soup that you always went on about would make you happy and help give you the strength and energy to feel better when you eventually felt up to eating it.

Pete strode back to your room, lifting his jumper over his head as he walked through, giving you a nod as he set it on top of the dresser.

"How'd that go?"

You shrugged, "As good as it could, I guess."

He took the plate with the half-eaten toast on it from the bed and set it back on the nightstand, assessing you with silent worry as he unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his trousers.

"Can I get you anything else?"

"Hmm, no," you murmured, tucking yourself back into the bed as deeply as you could.

"Right," he said, "shove over."

"...Pete-"

"Nah, nah, I won't hear it," he stopped you, climbing into bed in just his boxers, his body radiating a warmth that yours severely lacked.

You immediately curled up against him, wedging yourself as tightly as you could to him, smiling faintly into the side of his chest when he wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"Comfy?" he asked, his lips moving against the top of your head when he spoke.

"Mmm, yeah."

You closed your eyes and breathed him in, feeling marginally better just by having him with you, the feel of his warm skin against yours bringing a bit of life back to you.

"I'm sorry you're sick, darling," he whispered, shifting slightly so he could kiss the side of your face.

"Pete, seriously, I don't want to get you sick," you moaned, though through a smile.

"Seriously, I'll be fine," he mocked, making more of a point by kissing every part of your face that he could until he landed on your lips. His hand reached up to cradle your cheek, continuing to kiss you tenderly until you forgot for a moment that you were sick at all.

"Let's get you better, yeah?" he vowed, his blue eyes filled with a mix of concern and hope as he searched your features.

You flashed him another weak smile as he let his fingers linger on your cheek, trailing down so his thumb rested on your bottom lip.

"I love you," he said, his tone serious.

You looked up at him, the urge to kiss and touch every part of him overwhelming and making you feel more frustrated that you were ill. "Even when I'm poorly?"

"Even when you're poorly," he smiled.

"I love you, too, Pete."

Tucking your head back into the space between his chest and his neck, you settled in against him, thankful to have such a sweet and caring Hooligan in your life to help look after you.

"Get some sleep, love," he hummed, his soothing words trailing off to allow you to focus on the sound of his calm breathing and steady, assured heartbeat.

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Part 2

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