#when the wife got circuits inside her

[chiffer178]

[celestialprincesse]

💕🩰

I'm sorry but I just know that Price has a breeding kink🥴

mdni 🎀 nsfw below the cut

Price has always, despite his situation, considered himself a family man, and with not only the added financial benefits of being boosted up to the SAS, but also the flexibility of being a captain, there's a yearning for something to come home to. So, when he finally marries someone that makes coming home more anticipatory than leaving in the first place, he can't help but finally feel fulfilled. Almost.

There's something missing though. Something that he can't help but yearn for. He's seen the way his fellow soldiers look at their partners with babies slung on their hips or bellies swollen with pregnancy, and he can't help but feel so selfishly jealous. He knows he shouldn't, knows that he should feel grateful for all of the goodness that she's bought into his life, that he's got the privilege of coming home alive, let alone alive, and to a beautiful woman willing to sink down on her knees for him and worship his cock like he's more god than mere man. Despite this, he wants more, and always finds himself feeling like Icarus inching that much closer to the sun with every good thing he gets.

"I want a baby." He growls into your ear whilst his cock is buried to the hilt inside your slick cunt, fingers interlocked and his baby blues burning vehemently into your own. He's long stilled his thrusts to capture your attention, and by the way your tits bob slightly with the movement of a deep inhale pulled in and held, followed by a little ragged puff of air back into his face, he can tell that you're listening. "You want a baby?" The waver in your voice doesn't go unnoticed by either of you, the almost imperceptible squeeze of your fingers around Johns igniting a spark of hope in his long thawed heart. "I want a baby. With you."

"Now?"

"Now."

"What about your work?"

"I've already sorted it."

John sees the way your brain short circuits at not only his words, but also the encouragingly slow snap of his hips as he thrusts up against your cervix, the hair of his chest brushing against your already sensitive nipples as he keeps at his languorous pace, waiting for you to give him an answer before he stuffs you full of his cum and doesn't let you get up through fear of potentially wasting even a drop of his seed.

"Please, darling. Fuck." He grunts as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes glossed over as you zone out, imagining a future with you and the man you love, and your children - child, even - maybe a dog for good measure. "You're sure you're ready?" You whisper, feeling the distinct prickling of tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. "S' all I want."

"Okay."

And with that, John's warm hand settles at the back of your neck, fingers curling into the roots of your hair whilst his free arm supports his position over you. Every time the weeping tip of his cock slams up into the plug of your womb and leaves your eyes rolling shut, he yanks gently on your hair, just enough to jerk your head back to look at his almost animal expression, growling about how he wants to look his wife in the eye when he fucks her full of his kids. He's entirely merciless as he spears you open on his cock, hitting the spot that makes your walls flutter desperately around him with every thrust, huffing in your ear when you drag your nails down his back at the mention of how fucking sexy you'll look all soft and swollen with his baby. You both know he won't be stopping at one.

You cum almost shamefully around his cock when he grabs a handful of the plush flesh of your boobs, dropping kisses down the column of your neck until his nose rests against your collarbone, keening out from both the physical and mental overstimulation. John rides you through it, leaving his tip brushing against your cervix as he finishes himself, before rolling you over with his cock still plugged inside, not wasting any of his cum as you lay there panting on his chest whilst his lips press to the top of your head before whispering in your ear:

"So I was thinking green for the nursery?"

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ

quick lil something because I literally have no ideas of what to write oops 🤭

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do oneshot for Checo with wife pregnant!reader? She accompanied him to the race and he had a crash during Monaco GP 2023 and she's afraid that he will never get to see their child and everyone in the garage tried to calm her down. But he's fine. And she just grateful that he's still alive. I don't know if it make sense. Add something you'd like though. Tag me later!! Thanks!!

Monaco: The Good, The Bad and The Ugly - Sergio Perez x PregnantWife! Reader

Plot: Sergio Perez gets into a nasty crash in Monaco, where his wife attends to support despite being uncomfortably pregnant. However, with the rainy weather conditions Monaco GP is looking more dangerous than ever!

A/N: this is a little shorter as I struggle to right for Sergio more than others!

This year, you hadn’t really been to many races as you’d got pregnant during the winter break. You’d spent Christmas avoiding people asking why you weren’t drinking before letting everyone know after the first doctors appointment you had.

By the time the Monaco Grand Prix rolled around you were coming up to around 7months of your pregnancy and boy could you tell.

However, because of what Monaco was Sergio had asked you to come considering that’s where you both resided now that he was in Red Bull.

You agreed to come as long as the days weren’t too strenuous on you, and that you always had a seat available as it was hard carrying another human inside of you.

When you arrived at the garage you’d never had so many compliments from well pretty much everyone. Everyone in Alpine had congratulated you, as it was Sergios old team and there were people there that still held a lot of love for the both of you.

When you came to Red Bull Max and Kelly couldn’t help but praise your looks and how you were glowing. And it went on like that for most of the day, people complimented how you looked and it made you feel better about any insecurities you held.

The only thing making you anxious now was the race itself.

You of course loved to support Sergio in what he did but you couldn’t deny that your husband driving round tricky tracks at over 200mph scared the living daylights out of you.

And Monaco, we’ll it was one of the worst. It’s the tightest street circuit ever, and you have to be very precise when it comes to overtaking and gaining places.

Through the whole weekend it had stayed relatively nice, when it came to the weather and the vibes. Everyone was cheerful and excited about the race at one of the most iconic tracks in motorsport. After some great times tested in all the free practices and getting into Q3 in Qually, Sergio was in P8 having locked up on his flying lap.

You were currently in the garage sat watching the race with the mechanics next to you.

“It’s going to be hard for them to get ahead of both the Ferraris and the McLaren” you say to the mechanic next to you. Seeing Charles in Pole, Lando in P2 and and Carlos in P3, Max in P4 and Sergio behind 2 Mercedes, and an Aston Martin.

You watch the lights turn off once all five had lit up, and listen to Cofty commentating. You watch as Charles manages to keep the lead, Lando falling in nicely behind him while Carlos managed to defend from Max quiet nicely.

Sergio had an amazing start, meaning that he moved up past George in the Mercedes, sitting comfortably in P7. Over the radio all the drivers were let known it was going to start raining within the next 3 laps, most of the drivers pitted.

Max pit for Red Bull first while Sergio stayed out moving up to P2 with Lewis now in the lead. Ferrari having made a double Pit stop worried about their drivers with the oncoming rain.

The rain started to come down heavily, you watched on from your husbands car camera seeing how low the visibility was.

You saw his mechanics preparing to have him come in and change to intermediates. You watch on seeing him struggling for grip until he slides forward having something jolt him from behind.

His car, flips as the Aston that bumped his rear also lost grip forcing itself around his car. They are both sent into the barriers both cars getting a massive shunt.

There’s debris everywhere and his car is no-longer race worthy.

Your mind goes haywire and your hand reaches up to your mouth to cover it as it opens in shock. Tears built in your eyes as you watch no movement from both cars.

“Oh my god!” You breathe, one hand still covering your mouth the other resting on your stomach.

What if this was it? You questioned to yourself.

Would your husband never be able to meet his child? You wondered watching as the medic car is released and sent to go help Sergio and Lance.

Some of the social media girls in the garage come up to you, holding a hand out to you to grip in shock. One of them is whispering that he’ll be okay but you are only listening to Crofty and his soft commentating about the incident.

Mechanics soon come up to you realising what has happened trying to block your view and make you take a seat as they can see you are getting breathless.

Red Bull was like one big family, they’d know you since before Sergio had joined as you were good childhood friends with Kelly, so they all felt a high level of protectiveness over you.

You were the sweetest person in the Red Bull family, always bringing them health boxes, full of delicious yet healthy snacks, and then on Sundays coming by with post race goodies that they could class as part of their cheat day, and you were always willing to listen to each and every one of them.

“No no no” you cry more tears spilling as neither driver continues to communicate or make movements.

Some more of the mechanics rushed over to you, pulling you away from the cameras and the screen. Kelly follows holding your hand in a comforting manor. They sit you down in Sergio’s drivers room. The TV in there is on and playing the crash and Kelly goes to turn it off but you stop her before you can.

“No I have to know!” You say watching on as you see the red flag given, all the drivers coming into the pits.

Lance manages to pull himself out and is able to communicate back to the Aston Martin team who all cheer as he is presumed okay, where he pulled himself out and is walking.

He walks straight over to Sergio, there’s some kind of communication which makes you sigh in relief that your husband is able to talk. Nods of heads show that they’ve agreed on something and Lance helps as Sergio pulls himself up on out the car.

You sigh in relief seeing that he was able to get himself out the bashed up car wreck. He wobbled around before collapsing to the ground which only had your heart rate spiking even more.

Lance called the medics over, pointing for Sergio to be helped into the van first. A stretcher was brought out from the back. More tears falls from your eyes, however your husband knew what you’d be looking like right now.

And frankly he’d never liked seeing you cry.

So he pulled himself up, and walked towards the medical van despite what the Marshalls were telling him.

He explained to them he wanted to show his wife and team he was doing okay. Lance clambers in the back after him and they are driven round the last bit of the track to where he would be taken to medical tent for evaluation.

A knock on your door sounds and in walks Christian Horner himself. You smile lightly at him but the tears only come out a little more as he looks between you and the TV.

“He’s going to be okay Y/N” he promises and you nod.

The wait for him to come back and be cleared by the medics was painful, you waited for so long it felt like hours but in reality it was only 30 minutes. There was no damage in the crash, only a mild concussion that would be okay within a few days of rest.

“Hello mi Carina” he smiled sheepishly at you.

“You had me so worried!” You cry as you pull him into a hug, he hugs you kissing all over your face before bending down to the height of your round belly.

“Im so sorry, to the both of you! I can’t imagine the stress I just put you both through!” He offers kissing your clothed stomach and rubbing it lovingly.

“I was so so scared that you’d never get to…” you stutter and choke on your words finding it hard to admit what was so worrying to you, what you’d feared for a long time now.

“Id never leave you both” he smiles standing back up to his full height and pulling you into a chaste kiss that you melt into.

“I love you so much” you sigh sinking into his hold strong hold .

“I love you too, I’ll never put you through what I did today again!” He promises holding into you tightly.

He wouldn’t admit it, but today really was a change of perspective of racing for him.

He’d never been that apprehensive getting into a car and driving it as quickly as he did, but he knew he would have a new found patience and carefulness driving the car after todays events as he too had been fearful he wouldn’t make it back to his two best girls.

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[wileys-russo]

Hello! I have an idea for a Mearps fic that's kiiiiinda like some of the ones you've already written but not exactly. Reader has a bad day at work coming home very stressed and not in the mood so Delilah and Mary team up to get/do everything they can to cheer R up. Just fluff fluff fluff but I know you'd make a beautiful story out of it!!

part of the a date to remember universe series a no good horrible very bad day II m.earps

from the very moment you'd opened your eyes this morning, nothing had gone your way.

first there was a blackout overnight causing your alarm clock to short circuit. now normally you'd wake up to your phone alarm as a back up but delilah had snuck in and grabbed it to play games on, and with your wife leaving early for a gym session it left you none the wiser.

so you'd woken up late for your first class of the day, and raced around like a half dressed headless chicken trying to find your phone not even thinking to check in your daughters room.

which is how mary found you when she came home, having expected to be seeing you off for the day as usual with a kiss before fixing some breakfast for delilah. not for you to be running around with bed hair still in your pajamas clearly frazzled, and your daughter nowhere to be seen.

"hey hey hey, whats happened love?" the joke mary intended to make at your appearance died on her tongue as she noticed the genuine panic on your face, dropping her bag by the door and quickly moving to your side.

"my alarm didn't go off because the fucking clocks broken and my backup alarm didn't wake me because i can't find my phone. i don't know what time it is, i don't know if i'm early or late, i can't find a matching pair of socks or-" you started to rant, mary frowning and grabbing your hips.

"its nine forty. your first class today is at nine thirty, so you're going to use my phone and call the studio now, explain whats happened and that you'll be there in time for your class at eleven." your wife spoke firmly but calmly as you could only nod.

"you can take my phone today and i'll look for yours, ignore any calls you get that aren't me. you're going to get properly dressed once you call the studio and i'll make you something quick to eat on the way, and you already packed your food to take with you last night yeah? its in the fridge. you're fine baby, we've got this, now take a breath." mary promised softly as again you nodded and exhaled.

"i love you." your hands fell either side of her face as you leaned up to peck her lips a few times, taking her phone soon as it was offered and disappearing into the ensuite to get ready in record time.

but somehow despite her assurances things only got worse from there.

the coffee mary made spilled all over you as you rushed to grab your belongings and hurry into the studio, a silent scream yelled at the sky which of course was seen by several of your students parents chatting in the parking lot.

face burning red you'd sent them an awkward smile and hurried inside, grateful that you at least worked in an environment where within seconds of picking up on your frantic energy you were handed new pants and shoved into the bathroom to change and take a breather.

finally sorting your head you pushed on and arrived early for your 11am class, where everything seemed to be going well for the first twenty minutes.

only of course with you distracted just momentarily with a message from mary indicating she'd found your phone tucked under delilahs pillow, the brief break in your supervision had a few of the girls messing around and suddenly there was a piercing scream.

with a likely shattered ankle, an ambulance called and a rousing lecture from the parents of the girl it all happened to, your day had gone from bad to horrible.

then walking down the road to grab some food, considering you left in such a rush that you left all of yours in the fridge, you felt something wet hit your neck and suddenly your day had gone from horrible to horrendous.

with a top coated in bird shit you decided to call it a day.

having your classes covered was easy enough, so much so it made you wish you'd just stayed in bed all day and avoided everything all together. even more when you arrived to your car, and rapidly realised thanks to the handy self locking feature mary insisted on having, your keys were...inside the car itself.

"you've gotta be taking the fucking piss." you mumbled, bag dropping to the ground as your forehead thumped against the glass and you exhaled deeply.

but no, the universe wasn't done with you yet.

you heard the rumble and looked up, having noticed earlier that the sky was darkening and shooting your wife a message about taking the washing off before the rain hit.

though you didn't have quite the same luck, eyes widening as the sky opened and you sprinted across the parking lot for cover as the rain began to torrent on down and down from the heavens above.

cursing and grumbling under your breath and soaked to the bone you pulled out your phone, ringing your wife and tapping your foot impatiently, groaning when it rang out without an answer.

you waited five minutes, then ten, and still no callback came from mary.

so giving up you used her phone to call an uber home, having a shared account anyway. gratefully despite the rain he arrived rather quickly and ignoring the judgmental look thrown your way for your dampened state by the driver you slid into the back seat.

he attempted small talk but when all you gave him were singular words or hums he seemed to catch the hint you weren't feeling all that chatty, turning up the radio as you watched manchester go by in a blur, rain splattering angrily against the window.

mumbling a quiet thank you as he pulled up outside your home you grabbed your bag and took a deep breath, opening the door and again legging it from the driveway up to your front steps, near slipping in the process as your heart lurched into your mouth.

of course without keys which were still locked in your car that was at the studio you pressed down on the doorbell, bag slung over your shoulder and arms wrapped tightly around your wet and shivering form.

impatiently ringing the door a second time you finally heard foosteps and the heavy wood swing open, your wife's eyes widening in shock at the state of you.

"babe why didn't you just use your keys?" you rolled your eyes and stepped inside, dropping your sodden bag at your feet. "why are you all wet?' marys frown deepened taking you in as again you remained silent, fighting your way our of your soaked runners.

"and where's the car??" mary eyebrows furrowed further as she glanced over your shoulder to see only her car in the driveway. "one more question mary, i dare you." you grunted, stripping off your saturated hoodie and shoving it into her hands, storming past her and making a beeline for the bedroom.

"mummy! you're home early!" you hated how you did but you winced at the sound of your daughters voice and her little feet racing toward you, head a thumping mess and patience razor thin as you forced a smile and turned, hovering in the doorway of your bedroom.

but sensing your mood mary was quick to snag the squirming four year old into her grip, not missing the way your body sagged slightly in relief.

"mummy just needs a minute of grown up time lilah." you forced another smile and backed into the bedroom, closing the door softly behind you as mary frowned again.

"is mummy okay?" delilah asked her with a frown of her own as mary quickly nodded, setting the girl back down on her feet. "she will be, she just needs some grown up time." mary nodded as your daughters eyebrows furrowed.

"whats that?" "well its when grown ups get to be alone without any kids around." mary smiled poking delilahs nose which scrunched. "sounds boring." "very boring, so go finish your cartoon and i'll come sit with you in a bit. okay?" mary asked hopefully as the four year old hesitated before nodding, racing back off the way she'd come.

knocking softly on the door mary heard a hum and took that as a silent come in, opening the door and stepping inside, a small smile forming at the lump in the middle of the bed.

"alright, baby whats happened?" mary sat on the corner, poking gently at your back as your head popped out, wet clothes abandoned in the bathroom as you weren't bothered to shower, just changing quickly into something dry.

so with a deep sigh that had marys heart aching you recounted the events of your day, your wifes lips not even curling into a slight smile as you feared she might make fun of you, but mary caught right onto how much this had affected you.

"oh my love, im so sorry i didn't answer i stupidly left your phone in the kitchen when i was playing with lilah. do you want a cuddle?" your wife frowned as you nodded, not moving from your position but opening your arms as the taller girl laid down and hugged you tightly, softly kissing the side of your head.

"okay. you're gonna have a lie down and i'm gonna draw you a bath, and keep lilah out of your hair for a bit." mary eventually pulled away, shaking her head when you tried to protest and silencing it with a proper kiss.

"i love you." you mumbled, head hitting the pillow as the goalkeeper smiled and moved a strand of hair behind your ear. "i love you more, i'll be back in a bit babe." and with that she was grabbing your wet clothes and she was gone as your eyes slipped closed, covers pulled back over your head blocking out the world.

"lilah!" mary called out from the bathroom, having tossed your clothes in to wash and starting to run a bath once she'd checked on your daughter, delilah appearing quickly and nearly tackling mary into the bath as she jumped on her back.

"woah! stick to the bathroom speed limit please speedy." your wife chuckled as delilah giggled, clinging onto marys back tightly who grabbed her legs and stood, moving to gently lower her down onto the counter.

"okay. now you and me tiny, we've got a mission to do." mary started as delilah nodded, now locked in with a serious expression which made mary smile.

"mummy has had a no good horrible very bad day, and you and me? we've gotta fix it." mary explained as delilah nodded again. "so step one-" mary held up a finger, grinning as her daughter mirrored her actions.

"-we run her a lovely hot bath." mary gestured behind her where the bath was slowly filling up, the scent of lavender and chamomile filling the room from the oils she'd dropped in. "step two-" mary held up a second finger, delilah doing the same.

"-we clean up the house. play room, living room, your room, my room, kitchen." mary ticked off, delilah sighing at that but nodding. "we can make a game of it, no frowning tiny." mary tickled her stomach as the girl giggled and seemed to perk up.

"step three, we bake mummy some cookies and watch her favorite movie." mary recounted as delilah perked up even more at that, swinging her legs and nodding very eagerly as your wife grinned.

"then step four we get pizza for dinner, give mummy lots of cuddles and kisses, and tell her how much we love her. can you do that?" mary asked as delilah nodded. "yes." she promised.

"very good. can you go start tidying up the play room please? properly! no cutting corners." mary pinched her cheeks as delilah grinned but agreed, lifting her arms up as mary gently placed her down on the ground and she took off.

finishing off the bath and ensuring it was a perfect temperature mary returned to your bedroom, smiling at the sight of you asleep half hanging out of the covers.

"hey, wakey wakey beautiful." your eyes fluttered open at that, blinking tiredly and forcing yourself to sit up as your wife moved your hair out of your face with a soft smile.

"baths ready." mary informed as you nodded still half asleep. "carry me." you mumbled tiredly, a small smile curling into your features as her boisterous laugh filled the room but none the less she stood and did as you asked.

"perfectly hot water, skin care lined up and ready to go for afterwards, speaker and phone for music if you want it and dryer warmed towel. your, my, favourite hoodie, fluffy pants and socks hung up for after, and of course lilahs favourite toys to keep you company." mary hugged you from behind and softly kissed your neck, a small rumble of laughter leaving you at the sight of the small tug boat and duck floating around which your daughter had insisted to mary you needed for it to be a perfect bath.

"mary you're the best." you sighed gratefully, craning your head back and puckering your lips which she quickly pressed her own against them. "only the best for the best." she promised sincerely, letting go as you started to strip off.

"enjoy darling." of course she couldn't resist her hand gently patting your ass with a wink. "you couldn't help yourself could you?" you raised an eyebrow with a knowing smile as your wife only grinned.

"made you smile though didn't it?"

~

mary sang along to the music beating through the kitchen, the final room left to tidy as you were yet to emerge from the bathroom much to her relief, wanting it all done by the time you had.

the cookies were made and in the oven and the mess from the task nearly all gone, delilah sat on her shoulders and very carefully putting things away in the cupboard as mary dried them and handed them to her.

"you're being a superstar helper today tiny, i really appreciate it." mary complimented, handing the girl one last mug which delilah very gently set away in its place, grabbing onto mary as she moved stepping back to close the cupboard doors.

"i like doing nice things for mummy cause she's always doing nice things for me!" delilah chirped as mary squatted and lowered her back down to the floor. "thats very sweet of you lilah." mary smiled, kissing your daughters cheek and accepting the hug which was thrown her way.

"hugging without me?" you smiled at the sight, in a bit more of a bettered mood after a long soak in the bath. "hey! get out of here we're not done yet!" you laughed in surprise as your daughter attempted to push you out of the kitchen.

"mama, get her out." delilah ordered sternly as mary grinned, shrugging at your curious look her way and assisting your four year old to remove you from the kitchen.

"please go wait in the bedroom and we shall fetch you when everything is ready m'lady." mary put on an accent making delilah giggle and you playfully roll your eyes.

but doing as you were asked you waited and doom scrolled on your phone for a further ten or so minutes before you were summoned. "mummy! we're ready now." delilah climbed up onto the bed and wiggled happily before launching at you.

"ready for what hm?" you smiled as the small blonde only smiled and patted your head. "have to come and see." she chirped, kissing your forehead like mary often did and jumping down from the bed.

"lilah careful!" you warned, unable to turn the mum switch off as you followed after her, your words falling on deaf ears as your wife stood in the living room, delilah bouncing happily on the sofa.

"whats all this then?" you smiled softly at the sight in front of you. "surprise!" delilah yelled with a grin. "we cleaned the house, made you cookies and loaded up your favourite movie." mary explained, your heart swelling at her words.

"then later we're gettin pizza and you get lots of cuddle and kisses because we love you!" delilah hopped to the end of the sofa and you hurried forward recognizing what she was about to do, sure enough moments later the four year old surging off the arm rest as you were quick to catch her.

"what have we said about not jumping off things? if you hurt your ankle you can't dance." you warned softly but sternly. "mama lets me!" delilah protested as mary paled, sending you a guilty smile as you sighed but decided that was a conversation for another time.

"well this is all very very lovely, and i love you both very much." your features softened and you pretended not to notice the way your wifes body sighed in relief she'd avoided a telling off for now at least.

"love you more." delilahs small hands fell to your cheeks making your smile widen. "love you most." you countered, honking her nose as she giggled. "oh! wait i want harold to watch with us." you put her down and she raced off to grab her favourite stuffed cow alessia had bought her a few months ago which never left her side.

"you're very sweet but you didn't need to make all this fuss over me babe." you promised as your wife tugged your body into hers, hands on your hips as your arms wound round her neck.

"course i did. i love you and you had a no good horrible very bad day and our vows were to be there for better or for worse. so i did my best to make the worst a little better." mary smiled, softly kissing you a few times as you melted into her, the sounds of footsteps having you both breaking apart.

"so, what are we watching?" you laughed as you sat down on the sofa and delilah clambered on top of you, wriggling around until she was comfortable as mary wedged in beside you, all three of you basically squished onto one cushion despite the endless space.

"love actually!" mary announced, clicking into it on the tv as you let out a loud pelt of laughter. "what?" your wife frowned, clearly a little confused at your reaction as delilah took the opportunity to ram a cookie into her mouth.

"well firstly, i don't know if thats the most appropriate movie for-" you gestured to the four year old happily munching away at a cookie, cheeks puffed out resembling a chipmunk making mary chuckle and shake her head.

"and secondly, mary thats your favorite movie not mine!"

[sunny44]

Baby Sainz

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x wife!reader

Warnings: none I guess.

Summary: Y/n and Carlos are more than happy with their happy marriage and their baby girl.

Previous Chapter

Y/n’s POV

I woke up to the sound of laughter and smiled to myself as I knew what it was, I looked over to see Carlos and our daughter in the armchair in our bedroom, she was lying on his lap with him making faces and she was laughing at him making him laugh along with her.

"I'm jealous." I said to him who looked at me smiling and Evie started looking for me since she heard my voice.

"Good morning love." He gets up coming with her to me and as soon as she sees me she starts moving on his lap. "Ok,ok I know you're hungry."

"Good morning princess." I kissed her forehead and lifted my blouse and she began to eat.

"Good old days when I was the only one who did that.”

"Carlos." I scolded him, laughing.

"I'm serious, now I have to share."

"Stop being silly and lay down here with us." I patted his side of the bed and he sat up. "What time do we have to leave for the track?"

"Are you sure you want to go? I know you're excited to see the race but do you think we should take her along?"

"I'll stay the whole time in your garage and we'll watch the race from there, you don't have to worry about her." He agrees. "Unless you don't think it's a good idea to take her or you think it's not the right time for them to know that she exists."

"It's not that it's just that she's so small and fragile that I'm afraid something will happen to her and about them knowing she exists that's going to happen one time or another so I'd rather they know for us than for some paparazzi’s." He says running his hand through her little hair. "But I know you will take good care of her."

"I will." He smiles and gives me a kiss getting up and going to get ready.

I had already left all her things ready yesterday and already in the car so I just needed to get ready and change her.

Actually my pregnancy was very peaceful until the time of the delivery where I never felt so much pain in my life. Evie was already 6 months old now and besides being her daddy's copy she was for sure daddy's little girl.

She hear his voice and starts screaming of happiness until he shows up and takes her in his arms and Carlos was so much in love with her that even without knowing she already had him in the palm of her hand.

"You go get ready and I'll put the clothes on her."

"I left her clothes separate in the bedroom." He agrees and leaves.

I know he would love the clothes I chose so I just waited until he came back with them. The race was again in Spain and it was hot so I took cool clothes or we would be hot.

"I can't believe it, how did you find these?" He already walks in smiling with a giggling Evie dressed in a bodysuit full of chillys’s.

"I knew you'd like it."

"I didn't like it, I loved it." He says patting her and she giggles.

"Daddy chilly and baby chilly."

"Don't call me daddy."

"Why not?"

"Because it makes me imagine things of which we cannot do in her presence and which would surely result in another baby chilly." I laughed and kissed him. "Can we go?"

"Yep."

We went to the car and after checking to see if we had everything we left in the direction of the circuit.

When we arrived I went down first so I could put her in the stroller and cover her before the people saw that he had arrived, after I got her sleeping inside I pulled the roof off the stroller and put a blanket over her so no one could see her little face and then Carlos went down and got Evie's bags and we started walking into the paddock.

I could already hear the murmuring as they saw me again pushing a stroller and along came Carlos with two golden bags, one on his arm and the other in his hand.

"Hey where's my best friend?" I hear Charles' voice and turn to him.

"She's in here sleeping." He lifts a little off the deck and I hear him talking to her who giggles a little. "Well since she's not sleeping anymore let's go to the garage and then you can pick her up.”

We go in and Charles picks her up and smiles at the sight of her clothes and starts walking with her through parts of the garage where the media wouldn't be able to see while Carlos and I are talking to the staff.

Soon he shows up with her and as soon as she sees Carlos she begins to reach out to him who takes her on his lap and kisses her forehead and lays on his shoulder.

"She looks a lot like him." Charles says as Carlos pulls away a little.

"Yes she does, she has him in the palm of her hand."

"You can tell, look at that." He’s holding her and pretending to throw her up but not letting go and she laughs along with him.

"I never got a chance to thank you for talking to him that time we fought, it made a lot of difference and it helped a lot."

"No need to thank me, I knew he was screwing up and look at him now." He pointed at the two of them playing together. "I was sure he would regret it if he let his fear speak louder because we both know he's a family guy."

"Yeah." I say watching Evie tug at his hair that swayed her in the air. "I don't even know how I could even consider divorcing him."

"Don't think about it, it didn't happen and it was because it shouldn't happen. Live in the now and enjoy your family."

"Thank you Charlie." I gave his cheek a light squeeze who smiled and walked over to them.

"Is everything okay?" He asks as soon as I get close to them and I smile. “Yeah, everything is perfect."

He gives me a kiss and hands me Evie since he needed to get ready for the race. And in the end Charles was right, I had nothing to worry about.

Bonus scene!

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Y/nSainz a little different weekend for us but a very nice one. Thank you @scuderiaferrari for the amazing weekend but a special thank you for @carlossainz for making sure his girls were having fun, baby Sainz and I had a lot of fun.

See you next time Spanish GP.

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[kiryoutann]

thinking of between kisses childe as a dad 😫 i remember this scene from queen charlotte where she gives birth and i def think childe would do this… reader calling out for him but they wont let him in but he just threatens them 😭😭 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MaRgAsP-xTQ

THAT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCENE FROM QUEEN CHARLOTTE (i need to rewatch it again)!!! and i see it, anon. i see it!! AHH, and now that u mention it, im so torn between writing ajax like king george or ajax in my other hc.

like, the king george-kinda ajax gonna be threatening people trying to stop him from entering bcs there's "womanly work afoot" and telling him to wait outside, when his wife is audibly screaming in pain????? bad idea. they must've gone mad. and it didn't take much for his threats to leave his mouth; some snezhnaya way of saying "listen here you little shite-" and they ended up letting him enter before gorey stuff starts to happen.

king george-kinda ajax enters the room like he was about to kill someone, but when his eyes landed on MC's pained expression.. fuck, his eyes went SOFT as he rush to her side. gonna brush her hair back while giving reassurance, praises saying she can do this.

if you're into comedic one, one of my headcanon for dad! ajax is that he thinks he KNOWS IT ALL. around month 7 or 8 of the pregnancy, he's gonna act like he got everything under control whenever MC shows SLIGHT fear of childbirth just bcs of "i've seen this with tonia and teucer" blablabla. but when it DID happen?? oh, he's a mess.

he's a mess and dmitri knows it too (both guys panicking inside. but ajax's gonna be denial about his and MUCH WORSE that dmitri gotta calm himself down to CALM HIS EMPEROR). dmitri saying "Your Majesty, please breathe" and ajax, visibly sweating and brain short-circuited, saying "i got this under control dmitri. i'm calm I'M CALM." and when MC calls out for him, DESPITE HIS FEAR (pls give him a little bit credit here) he rushes into the room.

this ajax does the same as the king george-kinda ajax - reassuring her, praising her. but the difference, THIS ajax kinda went.. overboard with it that he runs his mouth EVERY TIME and saying every words every praises that somehow it shift your brain from the pain to the annoyance and irritation you're starting to feel. "i know you can do this, my love. you're in pain, i know, but i'm sure *insert full speech in snezhnayan*".

AT FIRST, it's sweet, and you smiled grimaced at him. but after the pain become intense, the last thing u wanna hear is his voice telling how you're gonna be fine, you're gonna do well. his "breathe, my love, breathe. you're doing so well, darling. you look radiant! like a goddess bringing new life to the world." like, man. BE QUIET.

mc gonna snap at him "shut up. SHUT UP!! I HATE YOU! THIS... IS ALL YOUR FAULT!! for once in your life, ajax, close your damned mouth or i'll see you flayed and quartered!"

it was PURE HORROR EXPERIENCE FOR HIM. and after your baby is born, ajax. doesn't. move. an inch from his place from fear that... he's gonna meet his death by his wife's hands.

[hippolotamus]

✨2023 writing round-up✨

Writing Round-Up: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones your most excited about.

2023 saw me writing a lot of unexpected and new things! It's been a unique year in the Hippoverse to say the least. Going to highlight some of my favs as well as things that never made it to AO3 💖 Putting it all under the cut to save your dash 😘

January

you spoke to me so sweetly | 2.6k | E (Twylexis)

aka the fic I wrote before shit got real

Alexis hums her appreciation, letting her eyes fall closed while Twyla repeats the circuitous route, and breathing in the blend of lavender and lemon oil her wife insisted upon for “calm and good luck”. The temporary serenity only lasts for three or four passes until a light knock at the door interrupts. She doesn’t try to hide her instant pout when the gentle pressure disappears and she’s forced to open her eyes again. Dr. Rist breezes inside, far too perky in Alexis’s opinion. Perhaps it’s a good sign. Despite her nerves, Alexis plasters her PR smile on, and clasps Twyla’s hand – the only tell she’ll allow to indicate she’s worried while they wait to find out what kind of life changing the appointment will be. “Well,” Dr. Rist says. “Alexis. Twyla. Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s begin, shall we?”

tumblr prompt fill for but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new years day featuring David and Stevie -

Stevie turns her head and he’s very uninterested in the look on her face, what it might mean. He’s only seen it once before - in the low light of her messy apartment - which is why he’s positive she’s about to drop a bomb on him. Something that preemptively makes his insides twist. It’s too much for getting high and laying out on the roof of the high school.

March

all in the Jee-tails | 4.5k | T (Buddie)

Okay. Just a little turn aaaand- yes. Alright, only one more to go. You got this, Buckley. Buck watches with fascination as the sewing machine’s needle dips and resurfaces, piercing the shimmery blue fabric. A wave of satisfaction and pride washes over him when the final stitches meet seamlessly with the beginning ones. For only putting in minimal effort during Family & Consumer Sciences, he’s impressed with his handiwork. He eases his foot off the pedal and snips the thread, freeing his creation so he can try it on. Ever since Jee watched Sleeping Beauty and Shrek for the first time she’s become obsessed with all things fantasy. Much to Maddie, Chim and Eddie’s amusement, Buck couldn’t help himself from buying her a sparkly dress (or three), as well as a tiara fit for pint-sized royalty. Of course, once she had her clothes to play dress up, she needed a fearsome beast to battle. And, well, how was Buck supposed to be an effective dragon without his own wings? OR There is a Princess, Knight, Dragon, Wizard and Damsel in Distress and there is nothing Uncle Buck won't do for his niece.

NGL I absolutely adore this one. I had a blast writing it and assigning roles to the Han-Buckley-Diaz family.

I'm reaching for you, terrified | Buddie tumblr post

I’m leaving the 118. Buck has had his oxygen tank run out, he’s been caught in more natural disasters than he’d prefer, and trapped under a ladder truck. Among other things. Those agonizing memories pale in comparison to what he feels now, hearing Eddie’s announcement. He’s a mix of breathless and numb and tingling pinpricks dancing over his skin. Of too much and not enough and loss. 

May

I know all your secrets | 4.6k | E (David/Patrick)

A fic I originally published in 2022 but added a much needed chapter to

Patrick grins, noting the warm, spicy scent filling the spaces between them. It should make him wary, but that sensation stopped long ago, replaced by want and lust. “Rose, we meet again.” “So we do,” David purrs in response. “I hope you’ve been well since Denmark.” Patrick traces a finger over the curves he’s become so accustomed to, feeling the sleek mother-of-pearl buttons under his skin until he hooks onto the V of the single-breasted tuxedo jacket. “Never better. Should we exchange the usual my country wants you dead pleasantries first or is foreplay off the menu tonight?” or the AU where Agents Brewer and Rose are rival spies who can't seem to stay away from each other

June

the only thing that matters now (is everything) | 882 | G (Twylexis)

aka the fic I wrote after shit got real

Alexis combs her fingers through her hair, letting manicured nails lightly scratch along her scalp while she stares at the ceiling. Golden wavy strands glide between her fingertips before dropping back to the pillow, a feeling she wants to take advantage of while she can. The self-soothing act had always calmed her as a little girl. Tonight she’s not exactly troubled, but ever since the tests came back, and the immediate future is wrapped in so much uncertainty, she’s found herself doing it more often. Beyond the sliver of moonlight spilling through the window, painting an ethereal line across the carpet and over the blankets, she doesn’t know what time it is. Only that it’s still night, and dawn could be minutes or hours away. Patrick, with all his lil’ nature skills, would probably know without having to look at a clock. She’ll have to ask next time they talk. ---------------------- A future fic that leaves Alexis pondering life put on hold by the unexpected

October

A lil teen Eddie sneaking out to look at the stars tumblr post

November

if this love is pain (let's hurt tonight) | 3.2k | T Buddie

a foray into angsty writing

Eddie knows it’s him immediately. Feels the weight of his presence like a favorite coat that doesn’t quite fit anymore. Of course he does. Try as he might, Eddie will never not know when Buck is nearby. They are too intertwined. Had become too embedded in each other’s lives before- well, before everything. Before death doulas and school projects, lightning strikes and gunshots, poker games and treasure hunts. Long before Christopher graduated high school, Bobby retired and Hen became captain, and Buck… disappeared. One day he and Buck were moving Christopher into his dorm room, laughing and making plans to send care packages from themselves and Tía Pepa. And the next Eddie felt like he was reliving I need some time too all over again. OR After Chris leaves for college Buck mysteriously disappears. Five years later he finally returns with some answers.

stay here honey (i don't wanna share) | 1.8k | E Lutalia

baby's first Lutalia fic!

This – laying around cuddling after sex – isn’t their usual arrangement. Not like they have a usual arrangement. The only constant is one of them needing to blow off some steam and sending a text that sometimes only consists of a question mark. Then they fuck wherever is most convenient, whether that’s a car, motel room or, on at least one occasion, Nat’s office. Once in a while, like tonight, they both have the time and coordination to meet at one of their apartments, although it’s a scenario they tend to use infrequently for the purposes of keeping things casual. OR Natalia helps soothe Lucy after a rough shift

December

Buddie-ish prompt fill for @steadfastsaturnsrings - Eddie doesn’t remember hanging up the phone, or locking the door. He doesn’t remember grabbing the baseball bat that he keeps under his bed in case someone breaks in. Or where his reign of terror began. He supposes he swung for the first thing within reach and didn’t stop until there was nothing left his brain recognized as destructible. 

Buddie prompt fill for @statueinthestone (also added to the WIP pile to explore later) - Buck doesn’t remember exactly when the dreams started, just that it was sometime during his 1.0 phase. Like his subconscious realized before he did that sleeping around wasn’t cutting it. That he craved something deeper and more complex than purely physical relationships.

Fellow Travelers prompt fill for @vanillahigh00 - The words are a balm as much as they are a cut. A stabbing reminder of everything Tim can’t have. Could never have, really. Hawk was never his to keep. And as impossible as their love was before, it’s even more so now. Because Hawk belongs to Lucy. He’s a family man, a paragon of virtue within his world. Even if it’s all a lie.

Miscellaneous (edits and other things)

shall i write it in a letter? - Buckley-Diaz Family edit

And there's this boy... Buddie edit

Offering original poem

Adulting Gold Stars (part 2)

Poker Date Buddie edit

Now & Then Buddie edit

TG:M Buddie edit (is it the most amazing thing ever? not particularly but it was my first so you get it too)

London Boy Oliver edit

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[autumnslance]

Intimacy prompt, #23, anyone except for Aeryn! #41 for Aeryn! :D

(Two prompts, both kinda long, so below a cut it goes!)

23: wearing someone’s clothes

The house was far too quiet.

Iron Summer could hear the sounds of the forest shifting from night to morning songs as the sun slowly rose over the Twelveswood. Inside the house, however, were only the muffled sounds of his wife already in the kitchen preparing breakfast for just the two of them.

It was unusual that they were alone in the sprawling farmhouse; some of their many children usually stayed with them, grandchildren were often present (and sometimes snuggled alongside them in bed, as their parents had years before), even members of Gage Acquisitions were often guests in their home, using the family farm as a safe waypoint when they had to travel through the Shroud.

But at the moment, those children with their own homes—in Gridania, or even elsewhere in Eorzea—were at those homes. A pair were in Ala Mhigo aiding their rebuilding, another in Yanxia helping with theirs. A couple were even in Garlemald, aiding the Contingent’s work (despite Iron’s own ambivalence on that matter). Their youngest was a grown adult now, and training in the Fane.

They had wanted a large family, he and Singing Willow, and the Twelve and Elementals had blessed them, and granted strength through the few losses they had suffered along the way, for what life didn’t experience strife? He was still a luckier man than many.

And a man about to be in trouble, if he didn’t get up as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the windowsill. He heaved himself out of bed and got ready for the day’s work, though some things would have to be put off until at least one of his children, or older grandchildren, came around. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and Sing had her own work to do—and some of that she could use more help on. Perhaps he ought to consider hiring a field hand and a house worker, though his wife might protest…

Iron frowned as he finished his morning toilet, except he couldn’t find the shirt set out the night before. More curiously, Sing’s clothes were still where she had neatly left them. His eyes narrowed. It had been awhile since she had played this game.

He tromped out to the kitchen, shirtless. “Sing?” he called.

“There you are, love. I thought you might sleep in with how quiet it is.” She had just finished making the usual hearty breakfast that would see him through the day, but was doing so wearing his shirt, far too large for her, one shoulder bare from the wide collar she hadn’t fully buttoned, the hem to her thighs.

It took him a moment to realize she was wearing only his shirt, a saucy smirk on her face as his brows raised. “Well,” he drawled as he moved closer. “It isn’t usual, for us to have the place all to ourselves.”

“No,” she breathed as her hands ran up his chest to his shoulders, his own hands sliding down her sides to find the hem of his shirt. “I thought we might take advantage of that.”

“Breakfast will get cold,” he murmured in her ear.

“I made it to eat either way,” she replied. He laughed; of course she had.

The work could wait, Iron decided. They could take this rare day for themselves.

41: washing each other’s hair 

The sticky heat of Thavnair’s summer persisted even as the sun sank beyond the purple mountains, bathing the sky in warm colors as it journeyed toward the western sea. As her brothers argued, laughed too loudly, and made crude jokes at each others’ expense, Aeryn wished her sisters were along on this season’s trade circuit, but they and the grandmothers had remained in Davarresh due to Rashae’s new baby. There were other families traveling with them; maybe she could sit at one of her friends’ quieter fires later to get some peace.

“Come on,” Mama said, carrying a small basket, towels draped over it. “Let’s go to the river.”

Aeryn leapt at the chance, following her mother away from the caravan, until the sounds were an indistinct hum combining with the background song of Vanaspati’s jungle. They did not have to go far, the path to the riverbank clear, but they did walk alongside it a couple more yalms, putting trees, brush, and a little rocky outcropping between them and the others.

There were already markers among the trees and stones, indicating where it was safe. Sweetly pungent incense smoldered on torches, and even buoys placed a little ways out in the water to keep most creatures away. Even so, the pair swept their eyes over the designated bathing area before stripping their outer layers and playing in the shallow water for a few minutes, soothing the aches and grime from the day’s work.

Aeryn heard the other women and girls making their way down the path; she and her mother had been the first, but by no means were the only ones wanting to relax as camp was set, the next town on their group’s route still half a day’s journey off. “Here,” Mama said as they returned to the edge. “Sit on this rock and I’ll wash your hair, and then you can wash mine.”

The stone left Aeryn half submerged still. Her mother’s sure fingers massaged the foaming soap into Aeryn’s fine hair, nails very gently scratching across her scalp. Her head bobbed in whatever directions needed, any tension or stiffness melting away. Mama was careful to not pull or yank, nimbly untangling any snarls or knots, smoothing the long dark strands. “Rinse,” Mama said quietly, perfectly audible over the background of the others’ conversations and laughter. One hand on the back of Aeryn’s neck, the other on her collarbone, guided her back and down, hair fanning over the water, Mama careful to keep Aeryn’s face just above the surface—harder now, with their friends nearby.

Mama helped Aeryn back up, squeezing the excess water from her hair. “There we are. Now you wash mine; it feels full of dust yet.” They swapped places, and it took Aeryn a moment to realize her mother had maneuvered them to a space off to the side, their backs to the others. Bathing on the road like this was usually a social time—and the other women and girls were making use of that, the day’s work complete, unwinding amongst themselves—but Aeryn appreciated this little pocket of solitude with just the two of them while she worked the sweet-scented foam through her mother’s hair, as fine and black as Aeryn’s own. “I’ve been so busy with helping Rashae lately,” Mama suddenly said as Aeryn massaged her scalp. “I feel it’s been too long since we’ve had time for this.”

“It has,” Aeryn said, realizing how true that was, and how much she had missed her mother’s direct attention. “But it’s all right; we’re here now. And it’s time to rinse.” She helped her mother lean back, carefully balancing to keep her face above water while she washed out the foamy soap.

“You’ve gotten strong, love,” Mama said, smiling up at her. “I’m barely holding myself at all now.”

“Learned from the best,” Aeryn replied, face warm from the praise, from being able to take care of her mother, as Mama had always taken care of her. She helped Mama sit up, squeezing out her long hair for her.

Another woman called to them as they left their little corner, Mama returning the greeting. The other girls called to Aeryn, inviting her to join their game in the slightly-deeper water. Mama laughed and shooed her off to join them, their quiet semi-solitude broken, but the feeling of her mother’s certain hands on her head, in her hair, lingered even as she and Aeryn stepped away from one another.

[dispatchvampire]

Accidentally In Love (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 2200-ish.

Summary: 

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 1

Five miles at a time. Everything in the early morning hours was measured five miles at a time for Echo Nerys and her trusty mountain bike. From 6:30 to 8AM give or take, she was a glittery purple streak on a circuit through Central Park from end to end that she’d measured precisely both for distance and scenic value. The moment she left her job at NYPD Central Dispatch at 6AM, she was changed and on the bike, ready to go. She even had an appropriately timed playlist on Spotify. 

She’d started as early in the spring as the weather allowed for, in her long compression pants and jacket, getting her face chapped as she and her body remembered what it felt like to be on two wheels and free. A figure in all black in the early hours of the morning fast enough to pedal past the majority of the criminal element and yet still taking hits off her asthma bong when she paused to get drinks from her backpack. 

Now, though, with the summer slowly stretching out down the coast, she’d tied up her puff pigtails and ditched her all black for the wildly purple tie-dyed bike shorts, sports bra, and tank top, all matching, because why not and her favorite pair of sunglasses that made her look like a trained killer. Even her earbuds were purple. There were some who said she didn’t really have the body for the tightly clinging gear, but fuck those people, she was going to be comfortable and safe while she worked out and they didn’t have to look if it offended them. Her body, not-toned stomach, thick thighs and semi-floppy arms, was her own and had been through many of its own wars, and she could wear what made her happy. 

She’d picked up riding the previous summer and had taken it inside for the duration of the winter, riding in the basement gym of 1PP, but she didn’t have a whole lot to show for it physically other than shaplier calves and slightly thinner thighs. She wasn’t in it for the way she looked, but how good it felt to finally move after being sick and stuck with her joint pain for so long. Now that her meds were mostly managed, she was hell on two wheels, six days a week if she could manage, five if she wanted to go easy on it, and it felt amazing.  

On her pace, she saw herself coming up on a group of joggers just cresting the hill, the tallest among them, a hottie from the Homicide Squad, Donnie Flack. All black-haired, blue-eyed Irish, he was every dispatcher’s crush and untouchable as a museum piece because of his wife in the Coroner’s Office. No one wanted to test a forensic scientist’s ability to exact revenge. It was just poor planning. And he was such a sweetheart, it was impossible not to be his friend. 

“On ya left!” she hollered out as she approached the group, powering up the hill despite the way her knees screamed and her thighs burned. It was the principle of the thing, really, as she stood on her pedals and waved as she sailed past them with a jaunty grin. Now that she’d caught up to them, she saw it was a couple other guys from Homicide and one of the guys from down in Trace Evidence. 

“Lookin’ good, E!” Danny Messer, Flack’s whip-thin, mouthy bestie from Crime Scene Investigations, hollered back with a huge grin and a wave as Donnie stuck his fingers in his mouth and wolf-whistled. Messer was good people, and his wife was a doll. Echo lived in their building a couple floors down and had babysat their kids more than a couple times. 

Once she was out of sight, she concentrated on her speed according to the handlebar speedometer and focused on her Beastie Boys as she took the path around the edge of the Jackie O Reservoir. It was so beautiful, with duck families out in force, moms with their collections of babies trailing behind. The water made the air feel a bit cooler as the wind rushed over her skin as she progressed toward the Butterfly Garden. 

Next up on her list of gorgeous sights was the two guys in front of her that she’d dubbed Hotness 1 and Hotness 2. She passed them a few times on her rides, most mornings. Hotness 1 was tall like Donnie, but broader, with muscles upon muscles. He looked like an escapee from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, if Galatea had been 6’3” and blonde with cornflower blue eyes and an ass that would have reduced Michaelangelo to abject weeping. 

Hotness 2 wasn’t any easier on the libido, with his blue-grey peepers and long dark hair he kept in a bun at his neck to go with his panty-melting smile and muscles. His bangs broke free of their confinement framing his face as they drifted over his model-perfect cheekbones and brushed against his sharp jawline. Not that she’d been ogling. Much. 

Alone, they were the kind of flawless that caused traffic jams. Both of them together was an obscenity charge waiting to happen in their running shorts and sinfully well-fitting t-shirts, and more than one jogger—both male and female—had pulled up lame, run into a tree, or tripped over their own feet watching them go by.  

“On ya left!” she called as she approached them, smiling as they waved when she flew by. If she happened to be standing on the pedals and sticking her ass out a bit more than was strictly necessary, well, could anyone blame her? Really? Besides, their smiles and waves of acknowledgement were totally worth it.  

Just past The Loch was the Glen Span Arch, which always felt like a fairy garden to Echo. A stone bridge over the asphalt path with the stream running next to it and abundant trees, it was easy to imagine falling into a rabbit hole like Alice diving into Wonderland and never coming back. With the sun dappling through the leaves, it was here she felt like she was the only person in the world and life was perfect. 

At least it was, until a grizzly bear in a blue shirt and black shorts descended into her path from down the hill. Echo hit the brakes so hard the back tire came up off the path and ditched out on the bike to keep from hitting him. She went one way and flung the bike the other, doing her best to guard her face and head from what would likely be a hard hit.

“Fuckshit!” 

It was over in a second, she was in the creek, soaked to the bone on some very hard and unforgiving rocks that were currently poking into her ribs and hip, with no idea where her bike was. Or her sunglasses. Or phone. Taking inventory from toes upward, she was happy to report that for the most part, she’d likely sustained bruises but otherwise, she’d live. At least, until she tried to push herself up and her hand slipped on the wet rocks, sending her face first into the flowing water. 

“Ah Christ! Hold on!” a deep, unfamiliar male voice hissed as he hooked his hands under her arms and bodily lifted her from the stream. Literally picked her up like a discarded toy, and like she weighed just as little, cradling her to his surprisingly firm and muscular chest. “I got you, sweetheart.” If she wasn’t so busy reeling from the hit and sputtering from the water coming out of her sinuses, his warm, rumbling voice as he brushed his lips over her temple would have definitely done the job. “I gotchu, darlin’. Are you okay?”

“I think so?” Echo took a second to compose herself after he set her on her feet with his arm protectively around her waist, scrubbing a hand down her face to deal with the water and unfortunately blood coming from sore spots on the bridge of her nose and her chin. When she looked up from her bloody hand, she wondered exactly how hard she’d been hit in the head, because in front of her was the concerned face of the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, looking her over like she was the most delicate bone china and he’d just yeeted it off the dining room table. He cupped her jaw in his hand, thumb gently brushing over her cheekbone, it was familiar and more than a little terrifying. Who the hell was this guy and why the hell was he touching her? 

At her tiny, horrified squeak, his blue eyes widened, looking over his shoulder at his friend, Hotness 2, who had a cell phone pressed to his ear. “This is your fault, ya jerk. You plannin’ on helpin’ or what?” 

The grey-eyed Adonis with the long dark hair held up a strangely metal-looking finger and spoke tersely into the phone before hanging up and coming over to them with a disgruntled look on his face for his friend. “Medics inbound. Settle down, Stevie.” The moment those steel-blue eyes turned on her, though, it could have been the sole cause of global warming because damn, if she didn’t melt a little on the spot from their tenderness. “I am so sorry, dollface. I didn’t see you. Are you okay?” 

When he reached for her face to examine her bloody chin, she recoiled out of reflex, not fear, but unfortunately that was the moment that everything went to shit for the second time in ten minutes. 

“NYPD! Step away from her!” Flack had his gun out and his badge around his neck, with Danny doing the same as he cautiously approached her with the rest of the heavily armed, sweaty contingent. Apparently Tall, Dark, and Yummy wasn’t moving fast enough because then Donnie barked, “Now, asshole! Move away from her or I’ll shoot.” 

Both hands up and out to the side, 2 stepped back, eyes never leaving the gun trained on him. “You don’t wanna do this, pal.” He seemed amusingly calm, which made about as much sense to her as any of the rest of this, which was none at all. Blondie slowly straightened up further but kept an arm around her waist to hold her up.

The very fact that the man spoke seemed to incense her friend further. “You think I give a fuck about your opinion?” 

“Hey, that’s not necessary…” The man standing with her gave her a reassuring squeeze before stepping over to stand with his friend. 

With them occupied, Danny crept up next to her and moved her off to the side, surrounded by the rest of the guys from Homicide and Evidence. “She’s secure, Flack.” 

“Good.” The detective nodded before turning his attention back to his quarry. “Now what the fuck were you doing feeling up an injured woman? You get off on that?”

Hotness 1 was all calmly defiant righteousness, standing shoulder to shoulder with his buddy. “We called a medic for her, they should be here in a couple minutes. We weren’t looking and didn’t see her on the path until it was too late.” 

“This true, Echo?” Danny asked softly as he gently seated her on a nearby boulder and seemed to be checking her over for more injuries than just her face and her pride.

She went to nod but that rattled her head too much. “Yeah, Messer. I guess. It was just a regular crash. My fault as much as theirs, really. No real harm done.” 

Frowning ferociously, Flack clearly was not content with her answer. “IDs, I want ‘em. Now.” 

Blondie nodded slowly, alarmingly unperturbed about having a .40 caliber pistol pointed at his face. “Front right pocket. You wanna get it or should I?”

“Don’t get us shot, Stevie,” the longhaired man admonished his friend. From his long-suffering expression, this was apparently not the first time this type of thing had happened to either of them. 

Rolling his eyes, Flack held out his hand. “Alright, smartass, wallets now.”

While the Homicide Hottie (as they called him in Dispatch) held court with her two new acquaintances, the ambulance rolled up and the medics  began cleaning her wounds and checking her over as her worried neighbor stood guard over her. The last thing she wanted or needed was stitches and additional facial scars, but it looked like she might not get a choice in the matter. 

“Messer! Get over here!” The note of concern in the detective’s voice had her looking over immediately, only to find all the guns put away and all their postures seemed substantially less aggressive, though no less agitated. 

“Ma’am, could you hold still please?” The female medic with the gentle hands turned her face so she could clean the wounds better. 

She didn’t know if it was the movement or what, but all of a sudden, she was going down, hard. The last thing she remembered was the ground rushing up to meet her. Again.

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heres some lore about the alastor i plan to write. please note that he's being written with a lot of intent, not necessarily reflective of the canon character or even all of my actual headcanons about him. he is a character i am essentially building for my own entertainment - i love all of the portrayals of alastor, ive been enjoying making one thats meant to make my friends' alastors upset essentially LMAO anyway under the cut bc you know it got longer than i meant it to

alastor was born january 1, 1897. death date marked for june 1, 1935. born to esther && marcus durand in louisana. there will be no ties to voodoo/houdoo in any way, i do not know enough nor do i think i want to put any sort of focus on it personally. its purely aesthetics with the stitching on his face, more meant to make him seem like someone who was puppeteered. he's been molded into who he is.

his father was a killer first, when alastor found him butchering a man, at the ripe age of eight, he chose to try to make a sort of assistant out him, && he succeeded. he raised alastor to be a killer, with grey morals, if any. esther was a doting mother && wife, but entirely unaware of her husband && son's activities. alastor was mostly socially isolated, his father kept him away from his mother as much as he could in an attempt to keep their secrets, well, secret. their relationship already was tumultuous for the time && kept as much under wraps as possible, && to give alastor a good shot at things, lived with his father, while his mother lived in another neighborhood. they weren't unhappy by any means, a devoted && loving couple, arguably very sweet to alastor, save for his father's choice of passed on passion for killing.

alastor developed into an adult with little idea of what normal male relationships were like. his mother was off - limits to harm, as were any other women, but men were their primary targets. no rhyme or reason, really, not for marcus, but alastor later would find himself killing only those he liked. a sick, twisted devotion.

he went into radio, with a voice smooth for it && his father wanting someone on the inside of the information circuit. he enjoyed it greatly, made a name for himself very well there for a local celebrity of sorts. he made good money, brought attention to the family name, earned his father's further respect.

in 1928, his father was caught. begging his son to solve this problem, on his hands && knees, asking him to do something, anything, alastor murdered his own father to save him the torture of prison or death row. he spun a web of lies to his mother, he was reported missing, && his body never found at the bottom of the nearest bayou.

alastor, however, would not stop there. intimacy && loyalty was now marked by murder, && his favorite of people would suffer by his hand. he would kill them, lovingly, slowly, relishing their voices && cries && pleas. but eventually it had to catch up. he was the common denominator, after all. he was caught, persecuted, && hanged, with his own mother present for his death, sobbing for the loss of her son && husband both, aware now of his wrong - doings.

he found his father in hell. marcus was very angry, a very angry man, indeed, && for the better part of three months, they fought every time they crossed paths. marcus would claim that he had not asked for his death, that he failed his mother, that he was a failure of a son, && that if he was here, it was all because of alastor. when the first extermination came after alastor's arrival, he managed to lock his father out on the open, allow him to be cornered, leading him to his second && final death.

alastor started working towards gaining power, displeased by the lack he had, && determining the easiest path forward was removing those above him, all the while gaining contracts over time. he began to broadcast the screams of his victims for all to enjoy. eventually, he found himself at the top, with few left to antagonize && a deal having to be made otherwise to keep him under one's control. so he settled down upon a throne of bones && screams, before he disappeared for seven years && then returned with a new investment, in the one && only hazb.in h.otel.

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You're such a tease

Alright, lets start of this experiment with Johnny and Bridget. Warnings: PG-13 content and slightly suggestive themes. Word count:2K

Johnny had gotten some time off from work, How was he going to spend it you may ask, Why treat his lovely amazing wife to a getaway up in the mountains. Nice and quiet, only the two of them. He knocked on the bedroom door with an envelope behind his back.

"Hey my Lennan" He smiled (sweetheart)

"Johnny" She smiled up from her task when she saw him. She missed him for many months, so it was good for him to be home.

"I got us a surprise" He smiled mischievously.

"Oh, What do you have planned ??" She perked up.

"Close your eyes" He smiled.

She raised an eyebrow but then covered her eyes with her hands. "Ok..."

He then pulled out the envelope. "Ok you can open them"

She looked down and saw it, Happily taking the envelope, opening and pulling out the contents, Inside revealed an Airbnb booking confirmation.

Her bottom lip wobbled as she looked up at him in glee. "Really ??"

"Really" He nodded.

She smiled even more and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I love you so much"

"I love you too lass" He smiled and pressed a kiss on her head.

She couldn't wait, she soon began to pack, finding her... pretty set of underwear she recently bought for just an occasion like this, she knew Johnny would get flustered over it.

Soon they were both packed and off they went. "It's been too long, I can't wait to spend a week with just you my love" He smiled, looking at her briefly before back at the road.

"Me too Johnny, I really missed you so much" She smiled and looked at him, reaching over and giving his forearm a gentle, lovingly squeeze.

The two shared a nice conversation as the car made it's way up the mountains, Soon after the slight twists and turns, they finally made it.

"Oh my gosh... Johnny it's beautiful" Bridget smiled.

"As beautiful as you" He smiled and kissed her.

"You go find the keys, I'll go see if i can get the power and hot water started ok ??"

"Ok" The two then hopped out of the car and Johnny went behind the cabin to find the circuit board. Bridget then followed the instructions and found the key under a fake rock. She entered inside and took in her surroundings, The place was just so beautiful.

Johnny managed to get the power running and the hot water boiling, entering inside and wrapping his arms around her from behind. "How are you liking it ??"

"It's very rustic looking" She smiled and looked behind her, Swaying side to side softly.

"I love you so much..." Johnny smiled and leant in, Kissing her deeply and passionately.

Bridget could not imagine being with anyone else bar her husband. She couldn't have dreamed of anything better. "I love you too."

The two for the first couple of days just relaxed in each other's company, reading books to each other, playing board games with each other, cherishing every single moment. But one day, Bridget was feeling a little flirtatious, she hadn't seen her loving husband for so long. So when she woke up and saw him sleeping, she went off to the shower, got her pretty set of underwear and took a quick shower.

Johnny woke up to the sounds of the water turning off and smiled tiredly seeing the light under the door. But when Bridget opened the door, He completely woke up fully, seeing her in her underwear. "Lennan..." His ears were turning bright pink.

She dried her hair and let it lay where it wanted. "Good morning Johnny" She smiled, acting oblivious on purpose.

Johnny was trying to compute at this point, But his face was heating up. "New... Ne... New underwear ??" Was all he could manage to get out.

"Oh, you noticed, yeah! Do you like it ??" She took the opportunity to give him a little spin, showing him all of it.

"Where did you get it ??..."

But she wasn't spilling the tea. "You don't need to know that" She smirked, walking over to the bed, swaying her hips each step.

"Well... Wherever you got them... You should go there more often." His face was now officially bright pink. "Is... Is it getting hot in here ??" He fanned his shirt a little.

"I have no idea what you mean" She smiled and leaned over, crawling into the bed and sitting on his lap.

Johnny wrapped his arms around her waist as they cuddled up. Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare he thought to himself.

She bats her eyelashes slowly at him. Even if he isn't doing great at eye contact at the moment. He looked up at her. "You... You look beautiful" He tried to cover up.

She smiled, That little devilish smile she gets. "Thank you John"

He then smirked and lowered his hand, smacking her lightly and lovingly on her butt. "Sorry, My hand slipped"

She jumped lightly and softly shrieked, Giggling and leaning down, tilting his head and kissing him. "Sure it did"

The two shared a deep passionate kiss for a little while before going on their day, Bridget staying in her underwear. If she could tease Johnny, then so can he. So late in the afternoon, he noticed the place "Needed firewood" So he went outside and took his shirt off, readying the axe and chopping wood.

Bridget knew he'd been out there for a bit, so she made some coffee and headed to the back porch. And the sight she was blessed with. Johnny with the axe, shirtless, sweaty, and with a determined face. She immediately went to place the cups down as her arms were now turning into Jell-O.

Johnny looked up and saw her. "Hey, Lennan" Smiling and waving. She could not get one word out, a stumbling mess that she was. "You ok there ??" He tried not to smirk, placing the axe down and walking to the porch.

"I... ahh..." She went completely blob

He pressed a kiss on her cheek and wiped his forehead. "Worked up a sweat there" He definitely did not flex his bicep as he did.

She was now completely red, Looking him up and down like he was a piece of meat. "Uh... Hu.." She vaguely pointed to the coffee she brought out. "Oh thank you" He smiled and went to take a sip.

"You sure your ok ?? You look a bit flustered" Still trying not to smirk.

"I'm ok... I'm actually... perfect..." She finally got out.

"Good, I'll bring in the firewood and take a shower" He smiled. Bridget was on muscle cloud 9. That was her husband !!!

So Johnny went and took a shower, but he wasn't done there. Like Bridget, He too walked out of the bathroom, only in his underwear. when Bridget saw him walk out. She was ready to melt, But she powered through it. "Ok come here you !!" He chuckled and went over to her.

She touched his chest, running her hands up his pecs and around his neck. "You're such a tease, You know that"

He chuckled "I have my moments, and only for you my love" He smiled.

She giggled and started to kiss his collarbone. Not wanting to leave the glorious sight in front of her.

"Question though" He smirked a little. "I just bought this underwear recently, Do they make my butt look good ??"

She looked up at him and blushed, taking a chance and looked down behind him. If she shared her thoughts she'd probably be sent to a certain internet jail.

"It looks... really good... Yeah"

He chuckled and flexed his butt a couple times. "I remember a few times I caught you staring"

"Hey, I..." She went even more red and reached out to smack it. "I have every right"

He chuckled again and let her, He knew what he was doing. She giggled and leant forward, deciding to full on grab his butt. "Nowhere to go now" she smirked at him.

"That you have" He smiled softly and gently reached up, cupping the cheeks of her face. "Your so beautiful" he whispered. She smiled softly at him, it meant the world to her every time he said that. "And your the most handsomest"

He gently stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, looking at her with so much love and wonder for her. "I wish we could stay here forever, not worry about anything." She leant into his touch, gently cupping his hands with her own. "I love you..."

"I love you too..."

The two shared a deep and passionate kiss, wanting nothing more than to not go anywhere. Johnny then smirked, an idea popping into his mind. "How about I put on... a show for you"

She blushed and giggled lightly "John...."

"What... You know you want it" He smirked, well knowing her answer.

"Oh when I get my hands on you" She smirked.

He then lifted her up like a princess and moved to the couch, gently sitting her down and standing back. "Be prepared for Scotland's pure glory" He started with his biceps, raising his arms and flexing hard, snake-like veins popping out.

She squirmed a little, blushing deeply.

He smirked and then turned around, His back facing her as he flexed his back a bit before moving to his butt.

She covered her face, Peeking in between her fingers.

He looked behind and smirked. "What, see something you like ??" He winked and began to flex each cheek individually.

She bit her lip and giggled a little, now she was the one who thought it was getting hot in here.

He gave his butt one last wiggle and flex before turning back to face her, flexing his abs and pointing a finger at each of them. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 Full abs" He was super proud of it.

"What a hunk you are..." He voice broke slightly.

"The best hunk in all of Scotland ??" He smirked.

"The best hunk I've ever had the pleasure of looking at"

"Then feast your eyes on this" He held his hands behind his back, soon popping his pecs, Her favourite. "Boom boom boom boom" He said as he popped them.

Oh, she liked that, She really liked that, She was starting to fan herself. "Just... Keep doing your thing"

“That I will, I picked up a trick along the way, Wanna see ??" He smirked.

She nodded her head vigorously "Go for it..."

He began to pop his pecs so fast it was like they were shaking rather than popping, that's how fast they were going. "Oh yeah" He looked at her and smirked.

She blinked, Oh... Oh, John... John... John what have you awakened inside her ?? She blushed so deeply, she was like a tomato.

"You like that huh ??" He smirked.

She nodded vigorously !!!

He chuckled, slowing down the speed before popping them normally again. "Boom boom boom !!"

She giggled softly and blushed deeper, ready to melt into the couch and pass away. It was too much and yet not enough.

He then stopped and walked up to her, smiling. "How would you rate that ??"

John.... that was a 100000/10 !!!

She blinked, trying to speak "Yep... I married the sexiest hunk..." she hid her face as he sat down next to her. It was always the pecs for her. "You always know what I like" She finally reached her hands out and rubbed them.

"I've been married to you for too long, I know everything" He smirked.

I still remember the day you first showed me it on one of our dates" She giggled and hid her face, remembering it all.

"That I do too" He smirked further.

"I couldn't stop giggling and blushing, my god !!"

"I couldn't get you off me either" He snickered.

"It's not my fault your sexy !!" She lovingly huffed "I called you Dwayne Johnson"

"I'm better then him" He leaned over and kissed her. "So, so much better and I've got you"

She giggled. "That you have" She then looked up at him with puppy eyes. "Pop them a bit more ??" It's been too long for her ok !!??

He smiled, happily obliging and sitting up, popping his pecs again. She could watch them all day, that's how sexy her husband is. It was good to have him back.

Taglist: @callofdudes

A/N: Did you guys enjoy it ?? Was there anything that could be improved on ?? Let me know in the comments.

[whatsthisascianbullshit]

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tell me about a character or story that is giving you shrimp emotions right now (x3)

HI THIS GOT LONG IMMEDIATELY ÚPS thank you @yloiseconeillants for giving the shrimp emotions a direction XD

1. Hien. Specifically Hien and Muireann. Specifically, Hien and Muireann fumbling every attempt at flirting or confessions for half an expansion only to manage it right at the end and then Not Talk About The Future (because Queen is a scary word). She writes a letter using the L word for the first time when she realises the Echo won't protect her from getting soul-snatched. And then she gets soul-snatched. And Hien is told that Muireann wanted to tell him the contents of the letter. SO he doesn't read it and fights everyone to have Muireann's body moved to Doma so he can be with her when she wakes up (there is no other option) (normal behaviour from both of them for someone you're totally not all that serious about) (losers). Anyway Hien fawning over his scary witch wife and Muireann blushing and giggling at Hien's flattery live in my head rent-free forever thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. I am also scrungled over their different arcs with rediscovering/reclaiming culture and heritage because Hien has only ever known Doma under Garlean rule and Muireann doesn't feel connected to Gelmorra or Werlyt and is trying So Hard to find that connection.

I could write an essay. I am attempting for the WoLxNPC wolqotd that was going around but honestly this is the most coherent I've been about them in A While.

2. The complete and unquestionable faith Muireann has in wolparty makes me Insane. Like little miss self-proclaimed Expert Tactician Strategist with plans A through Q for every plan and every plan's redundancy. Just 100% total faith in 3 people without even thinking about it. No questions asked ever. She can run into the middle of the Naadam because she knows Match and his shield will be in front of her before anyone is close enough to try hit her. She can be greedy and cut it close with avoiding attacks because she knows if she does fuck up that Shin has got her covered. She knows she can burn through her bigger hits because anything that turns to her won't make it past Raer. Like it's definitely not entirely fair for her to be putting that on them but it's just such a delicious error? in her judgement? Like Match getting hurt simply cannot happen, Shin not being able to heal something simply cannot happen, Raer not being strong enough simply cannot happen. And when something inevitably does happen it short circuits her brain because to her these are fundamental laws of the universe. It'd be like if gravity stopped working. Anyway her realising that her and her friends are actually not the invincible heroes you find in stories and myths is one of the most delicious parts of Shadowbringers and it makes the whole Final Days things and the final EW area thing just. So great. Putting Muireann in the slap chop.

3. Fucking Ufufu man. SHe's trying So Damn Hard. And she's doomed! She has to be doomed that's how it works you can't get Muireann if Ufufu's still about (probably). She spends her life working towards being a good scholar, and she is! But when her colleagues start getting tonberrified she is forced to pivot. So she doesn't get to leave Nym much. Her friend does (beloved Louhi) and she's happy for her! But like also pretty dang jealous. And she just...always chooses to be kind where she can. She can hold space for the bitterness at the hand she's been dealt, the pain and despair at the impossible task of curing an incurable disease, the guilt of seemingly being immune somehow, the pain of not being able to save more people - to do More. She has to seal her friends inside of a stasis in the hopes that maybe in the future they can be cured. Knowing that depending on how far in the future that is there may not be much (if any) of Nym left. One of the last things she does is try to make grieving easier on her friend in case Louhi survives the flood and makes her way back to Nym. Because for all the crap she went through, she is at peace with her decisions at the end.

And then in the timeskip AU Hydaelyn plucks her from the lifestream and plonks her down in the place of the ambiguous WoL in a failed timeline where WoL perished in the post-Banquet tunnel collapse. And she has to go through it all again.

boop asks

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Rare & Gen Rec Round-Up - January & February 2023

Hello friends and welcome! We hope 2023 has been treating you all well. It’s certainly been treating AO3 well. There have been so many great fics and we’re excited to share our favorites with you. So, make sure you grab a snack, your favorite blanket, and show these fics some love. 

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at every table i’ll save you a seat by @nerdframed, Stevie/Ruth, rated T, 2,082 words

SUMMARY: Stevie didn't think Ruth knowing how she takes her coffee would mean so much, as well as other realizations.

Rec [written by hullomoon]: The unspoken way a partner learns little details about you is something that makes me 🤧 Woven throughout their travels, this is a perfect Stevie/Ruth fic.

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Auld Acquaintance by @treepyful, Stevie/Ruth, rated T, 2840 words

SUMMARY: Ruth gets separated from her friends on NYE, but the night manages to go up from there.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: Okay, I might be biased, since this was written for me, but I love that this fic puts Stevie and Ruth into situations and tropes that we don't usually see for them. It's a breath of fresh air for these two, and the momentum towards the end is so fun!

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a decision not taken by @alysiswriting, Patrick/Rachel, rated G, 775 words

SUMMARY: If Patrick had made a very different decision, and put the happiness of others before his own.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: Thank goodness for the "alternate universe" tag on this one! This ficlet is gut-wrenching, but also so wonderfully done at the same time.

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Gentleness by @alysiswriting, Stevie/Twyla, rated E, 1,037 words

SUMMARY: Stevie wants Twyla. In every tender, gentle way her girlfriend gives her. Something Stevie had never expected, and now something she would not be without.

Rec [written by hullomoon]: Soft and sensual, if you love one partner gently worshipping the other this fic is for you.

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She said I got her if I want (she’s so soft like silk chiffon) by Fuckingkity, Stevie/Alexis, rated M, 1,350 words

SUMMARY: After David and Patrick’s wedding, Stevie and Alexis spend the night together. Wink wink nudge nudge

Rec [written by hullomoon]: I am so here for the headcanon that Stevie and Alexis hook up at David and Patrick’s wedding. Stevie’s confession is well-done here and makes her first kiss with Alexis so satisfying.

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where you go (forever and ever) by @anniemurphys, Alexis/Twyla, rated T, 2489 words

SUMMARY: On a January weekend, as a storm rolls in, Alexis Rose rolls into Schitt’s Creek too, much to Twyla’s surprise.

Rec [written by doingthemost]: I love the childhood friends trope, and we don't have enough of it in this corner of the Schitt's Creek fandom! This is such a fun take on Alexis and Twyla, haunting and moody and full of a quiet, hopeful optimism all at the same time.

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you spoke to me so sweetly by @hippolotamus, Alexis/Twyla, rated E, 2653 words

SUMMARY: Alexis hums her appreciation, letting her eyes fall closed while Twyla repeats the circuitous route, and breathing in the blend of lavender and lemon oil her wife insisted upon for “calm and good luck”. The temporary serenity only lasts for three or four passes until a light knock at the door interrupts. She doesn’t try to hide her instant pout when the gentle pressure disappears and she’s forced to open her eyes again.

Dr. Rist breezes inside, far too perky in Alexis’s opinion. Perhaps it’s a good sign. Despite her nerves, Alexis plasters her PR smile on, and clasps Twyla’s hand – the only tell she’ll allow to indicate she’s worried while they wait to find out what kind of life changing the appointment will be.

“Well,” Dr. Rist says. “Alexis. Twyla. Sorry to keep you waiting. Let’s begin, shall we?”

Rec [written by doingthemost]: Mind the tags on this one, as there's some medical angst a fair amount of hurt/comfort, but if you want to feel warm and taken care of just like Alexis and Twyla take care of each other in this beautiful lil' fic, look no further. 

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Happy reading, friends!

[riahlynn101]

"Of Heartaches and Headaches: Chapter Twenty-One - Full Circle."

We made it to the end, guys!! Thank you all for supporting this story. It means the world to me <3

And special thanks to @halogenrobotics for editing this story and giving me ideas. I can honestly say I would not have finished this story without you :D!! So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you!

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Knock!

Vanessa jolted, looking around frantically. Beside her, arms still wrapped around her midsection, Luis stirred. The TV they left playing was brighter than she remembered.

Sighing, she rubbed at her eyes.

"Bad dream?" Luis muttered, half-asleep. 

"No, I heard a-"

Knock!

Knock!

In an instant, Luis was just as awake as she was. He reached for her. "I think it's coming from the door."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious."

Luis snickered before leaning in and giving Vanessa a quick peck on the lips. "Cute as always."

Knock!

"Are you expecting anyone?"

"Me?" Vanessa asked, shock evident on her face. 

Luis shrugged, getting to his feet. 

She tried to think of anyone possibly needing anything from her at this time of night (morning? 

Vanessa wasn't 100% percent sure. It was still fairly dark outside, but it was still early spring. And it wasn’t uncommon for her to wake up for her six a.m. morning shifts while the sky was still dark). Nothing came to mind. Her neighbors kept to themselves, and the only person she associated with outside of work was Luis. Well, Luis and-

"Vanessa," Luis whispered excitedly, "Come here." His body was pressed up against the door, eye looking through the peephole. 

"Lu…?" She asked, a little weary. 

He threw open the door, prompting Vanessa to lunge towards him (just in case she was actually dreaming right now, and Vanny was lurking outside. After her earlier nightmare, she didn't feel like leaving things to chance). 

But when the door opened, it wasn’t Vanny or Glitchtrap or any other manner of the terrible beast; she was staring at Evan's wary and tear-stained face. Gregory lay sleeping in his arms. A baby blanket was tucked around him, and his tiny fists were holding tightly to his dad's shirt. 

"Evan?" Vanessa asked, eyeing him up and down. "Is everything alright?"

His bottom lip quivered. He looked at the ground. "I'm sorry for what I said to you," he murmured, voice shaking. "My ex-wife showed me it wasn't your fault."

Vanessa nodded a long, choosing to move past the fact that unless Evan got married and divorced after Maria-he's likely talking about his (very) dead ex-wife. Not that she cared either way. What matters most is…..

"Are you and Gregory okay? Did something happen?" She ushered them inside. Turning to Luis, she murmured, "Can you please get some glasses of water?"

Luis hummed, turning to the kitchen. 

Vanessa helped Evan settle in the living room. He clung to Gregory tightly, stroking his hair. 

"I…I want Gregory to be raised by someone who will truly care for him," Evan said once Luis returned to the living room, two glasses of water in hand. He handed one off to Evan, who politely declined. 

Vanessa nodded along, listening intently. Her heart broke for the man in front of her. 

"And I think….I think that place is…." Evan trailed off, blinking back tears. "I think that place is here with you two."

"What?" She asked, brain short-circuiting. His words washed over her, but Vanessa processed none of them. 

"I've seen how much you both care for him. You love him like he's your own son. That's more than I could ever ask from a stranger. I think it would be in Gregory's best interest if I sign over my rights to you, Vanessa." 

"Oh," she murmured, tears springing to her eyes. "Wow, I- are you sure?"

Evan bowed his head, shoulders wracking with silent sobs. He nodded. "He deserves better than what I can provide. I just wish I could be a part of his-"

Vanessa tsked him, waving her hands frantically in the air. "Stop it; of course, you'll be a part of his life. Neither of us," she said, gesturing towards Luis and her, "would have it any other way. In fact, I encourage it. Gregory's lost enough without losing you, too."

Evan looked up at her, tears still falling from his eyes, but there was an undeniable spark of hope in them that wasn't there before. "Really?"

Vanessa smiled, looking into the red-rimmed eyes of the man who had once called her a monster, "really."

-x-x-x-

In the blink of an eye, spring flew by. New life flourished, and the weather steadily got hotter.

Vanessa headed straight for the cluster of graves underneath a large oak tree. Most of Vanny's victims had never been found, so the town bought a small plot of land in the cemetery to put some gravestones in memory of the younger victims. 

She hadn't wanted to come at first. The thought of staring at the gravestones almost felt like she was admitting to herself it was real. That all the bloodshed and lives lost wasn't just a bad dream. But with all the new changes in her life, Vanessa felt like she needed to visit them (Vanny's victims) if only to close the book on that terrible period in her life. 

"I'm sorry," Vanessa started quietly, unsure how to proceed, "I don't know if any of you can hear me, but I truly am sorry." The flowers she brought hang tightly in her grasp. A large bouquet of white tulips, forget-me-nots, lily of the valleys, and daffodils. 

She bent down, placing one of each flower on every grave (and a few extra piles next to the tree for the victims not represented there). It was hard seeing the years engraved on the tombstones. They were all so young, but she swallowed down her tears, tending to the graves. 

"I know I'll never be able to make it up to any of you, but…" Vanessa stuttered momentarily before taking a deep breath and continuing, "I-I hope you're all resting peacefully. It's the least you deserve after I…" Vanessa paused, feeling something cool touch her shoulder. She had opted for a summer dress with thin sleeves, so she felt the full force of whatever decided to lay their icy cold hands on her. 

"Vanessa," a woman said. Her voice was so familiar it hurt, but it felt just out of Vanessa's reach. "I've been hoping you would visit."

She looked up. A gasp escaped from her mouth. "Dr. Torrez?" 

"Please, you can call me Maria," she chuckled, sitting beside Vanessa. 

They sat in silence for the longest time, side by side. Vanessa idly fidgeted with the yellow fabric of her dress. 

"You know, Vanessa, none of us blame you."

"I killed you. All of you," Vanessa muttered. It was not something she liked to admit, but if there was anyone she wouldn't try to skirt blame to, it was her victims. They deserved better than that. 

"Vanessa," Maria scolded, "You might have been the vessel which he used. Your body might have been the one he used to commit so many atrocities. You, while under his control, might have even enjoyed it. But Vanessa, dear," her voice grew softer. She held Vanessa's face in her hands, a gentle, almost motherly look in her amber eyes (eyes that had haunted Vanessa's every waking moment). "You are not Vanny. You were a victim, and it's okay to admit that. You were no more at fault than the rest of us. The children know it wasn't your fault."

The children. 

It felt real coming from Maria's mouth, final. 

Vanessa stared at her lap, fidgeting with the fabric of her dress. Anything to keep her mind off…them. Distantly, she wondered if they were here as well. Hiding somewhere out of sight.

Maria nudged her arm. “You know,” she started in a leading voice, “I’ve been doing my best to watch over Gregory.”

“You have?” Vanessa asked, sniffling. She glanced over at Maria.

“I have,” she confirmed. “Not that it made much of a difference. There wasn’t a lot I could do for my little boy. Being promoted to ‘dead’ kind of messed things up.”

Vanessa cringed away. “Sorry,” she murmured. (And she was, wholeheartedly). 

Maria laughed. “Don’t be. That’s in the past. I just…” she trails off, voice strained. A few strands of hair fell in front of her face. Gracefully, she tucked the strands behind her ear. “At first, I didn’t even know it was you. I needed someone, anyone, to find Gregory. So many people went past that alley, but not a single one of them spared a passing glance. If you hadn't ...” Maria paused, trying to collect herself.  “I suppose I wanted to say, thank you.”

Vanessa floundered for a moment. “Thank- thank you? You’re thanking me?”

“Yes, thank you,” Maria reiterated. “In spite of the circumstances, you took the best possible care of Gregory. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better.” A gentle smile graced her features. “And…and it would please my heart if you continued caring for him.”

She remained silent, trying to process Maria’s words. 

“It’s okay if you’re not ready. I wouldn’t want to-”

“I can think of nothing I would like more than continuing to be Mama ‘Nessa.” 

Maria hugged her. It chilled Vanessa to her bones, but she pushed past the initial discomfort and hugged back. For once, there weren’t any barriers between them. Not a therapist and a patient, nor a victim and a murder. Just a mother passing her torch to another.

When they pulled away for each other, it was with a new understanding. A shared goal. A vision of seeing Gregory grow up safe and happy.

“I’m so proud of you,” Maria whispered, gently (motherly) holding Vanessa’s face in her hands.

“Mama ‘Nessa!” Gregory called.

With a start, Vanessa’s full attention snapped to where the voice came from. A little ways down the hill, hand-in-hand with Luis, Gregory waits patiently for her. Or as patiently as a four-year-old can be. 

“I’ll be right there!” She called back. Vanessa turned to Maria. “Sorry, but I- where did she go?” Chalking it up to the supernatural, she decided to call it a day. Her family’s waiting for her anyway. 

She met them at the crook of the hill. Luis smiled at her, and Gregory was quick to attach himself to her legs. They tell her in excited voices about a bumble bee that they saw on Luis’ uncle’s grave, and how it was the fattest bumble bee ever. She laughed, lifting Gregory into her arms.

When they finally made it back to the car, Vanessa buckled Gregory in. He smiled sleepily at her, and as Vanessa looked into Gregory's amber eyes, she recalled all that had happened over the past month and the conversation she'd had with Maria. The sins on her shoulders felt lighter for the first time in months. Despite all the heartaches and headaches she had endured, it was worth it in the end.

“I love you,” she murmured, kissing his head. 

“Love you, too, Mama ‘Nessa.”

[undercity-princess]

Kinktober 24

NSFW prompt: sex toys

Jinx X Akali

Akali wouldn't consider herself a collector, more like someone with a serious buying problem. If she saw a toy she wanted to try on Jinx, she'd buy it. Money wasn't a problem, so why bother? Space to store everything might become an issue one day, but that was a problem for future Akali (and also future Jinx, since they lived together).

And of course, she had bought another. This time from Piltover. Newest product of Hextech, sought after by coupled women. Said to have been designed for the sheriff and her wife herself, but Akali wouldn't tell her own wife that ("If Fat-hands is too stupid to understand 'eat the rich' I don't wanna know'!).

"I'm home, went shopping!" She called into the open space of their quarters.

"You want me to get naked or help put stuff in the fridge?"

"Ummm…" she looked at the bags in her hands "both?"

The tinkerer opened the door to her workspace and popped her head out "Like sort the fridge nakey or…"

The ninja grinned and presented her with the bag full of groceries. "Those in the fridge, I'll take this and when you're done get nakey in the bedroom"

"Can do toots" Jinx came to pick up the bag and tried to get a look inside the other one, but the dark material concealed the contents. She scoffed and went off to the kitchen.

Akali made sure she was gone, then entered the bedroom and closed the door. She examined her purchase with a critical eye. Turned off it just looked like a normal strap on, more on the bigger side, but she was sure her sub would be able to take it. The difference would be the tech that should provide feeling to the wearer. She gave it another look, then undressed and put it on. It took her some minutes, as it was new and she had to pull all the buckles in place. Luckily Jinx had to put away a lot and needed time too.

Akalis eyes skimmed the manual of the toy. Not too complicated, one button, one dial. She pressed the button and the strap started glowing hex blue. All around the harness were now glowing runes she hadn't seen before.

The manual said to be careful with the settings in the beginning, so she turned the dial only a notch.

A strange sensation, but not bad, like a slow gust of wind hit her. She looked down and carefully touched the toy.

Her brain short circuited for a second, not being able to comprehend the sensation. She moved her hand lightly up and down the shaft, feeling all of it. Soft steps outside made her stop.

Jinx opened the door curiously. She had made a short stop in the bathroom to get rid of her clothes after finishing her chore. She needed to know what her domme had hidden in that bag. Akali stood with her back to the door, only wearing a harness adorned with glowing runes. She snaked her arms around the waiting woman's waist "Whatcha got there toots?"

"New toy, newest tech from topside. Hex powered." She put her hands on top of Jinx's and pulled them down to what felt like her own cock. In the waiting time it had even taken on body temperature. Lithe fingers stroked softly over blue material. Akali let her head drop back on her lover's shoulder.

"Fuck, I… I feel that"

"You feel it? Like feel it like you had a dick?"

"Yeah… Hextech fuckery"

"Fuck me and tell me how it feels… please" she added, mindful of their dynamic.

"I want to try something first. But if you do well, I'll reward you." She turned around. "Get down"

The sub got down on her knees, wide pink eyes looking up.

The domme gently grabbed her jaw. "Open for me" she led her to the tip of the glowing dick.

Without spoken prompt the bluenette closed her lips around the tip and sucked. Gingerly at first she bobbed her head along the length, taking it deeper and deeper in.

"Gods this is… fuck you're so good…" the brunette god out between panted breaths. Her knees threatened to buckle out under her. She pulled her eager lover off. "Lay down, love. On your back" She took a minute to get her bearings before following.

Jinx held her legs open for her. Blowing Akali had turned out to be a massive turn on for her. She waited patiently as the other got settled in.

Akali bowed over the lithe body, one hand next to her shoulder. The other guided her toy between her folds, coating it in her juices.

"You ready?" Her voice was hoarse.

"As can be"

She lined her cock up with her hand and as slowly as possible pushed in.

Her sub's head fell back as she groaned at the delicious stretch.

"Fuck you're so tight!' It took all her willpower to not buck her hips and bottom out in one motion. Instead she inched forward, giving the body under her time to accommodate to the girth.

It felt like forever for both of them until she was fully sheathed. They met in a feverish kiss.

"Please… please… fuck me"

The plea was heard. She pulled out slowly, dragging the motion to push in fast and hard. Their moans mingled into one. The motion was repeated, faster with every push and pull. Jinx brought her legs up to pull Akali in at the waist. She needed more of her, closer, deeper, faster, harder. The pace got rougher and more and more uncoordinated as they both approached their high. When the tinkerer's walls constricted around her the ninja's vision erupted into blinding colors as she came. Her body dropped and was caught in loving arms.

[lxvenderhxzehv]

Intro: Jim

(Keanu Reeves) [The Relentless]. Please welcome [Jim Dunford (He/Him)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [55]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [THE COMMUNE]. You may see them around working as a [UNEMPLOYED]. They are looking for [Em Dunford] their [Ex-Wife] Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

Name: Jim Dunford (Radley Killgraves) Nicknames: N/A Age/DOB: 56 December 21st, 1968 Gender: cis-Male He/Him Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual/Romantic (Potentially questioning) Personality type: The Relentless Relationship status: Single/divorced (Not officially he still thinks he's married to Em) Occupation: Unemployed Destianation: The commune

Jim Dunford grew up to two over barring and strict parents. Parents that wanted him to be the best of the best. Jim always rebelled, pushed back. He was the kid your parents warned you about in school. He was always getting kicked out of class, schools, even homeschooling didn’t work. Eventually his parents washed their hands of him and sent him off to military school. It was there that Jim began his training, bettering himself and his body. If you can’t beat them Join them. And Join them he did. When he returned to his parents he was a completely different man. Disciplined and clean just like them. At least that was what he wanted them to think, Jim was still the rascal of a kid at heart and as always got himself in trouble and involved with the wrong people or perhaps the right people depending on who you ask. One night while walking home from the bar Jim was Jumped by 4 men. Jim, because of his excessive training, took them out with no issues. He stood in the alleyway perplexed as a man with a scar across his eye (Think Typical James bond Villain) came out of the shadows and applauded “Impressive, your reputation precedes you.” .He was offered a position on the team as a hit man. He had just taken out 4 of this man's best players after all and He would be an idiot if he didn’t take the job. The money was good and Jim wasn’t opposed to offing a few do badders. For about 20 years Jim traveled all over the world offing whoever his boss needed him too. That was until he saw her.

He was supposed to kill her but the moment his eyes met hers in that scope something in him short circuited. No matter how hard he tried He couldn’t pull the trigger. He went rogue and somehow found a way to “bump” into her Introducing himself as Jim Dunford, a name he made up on the spot to make her think nothing of him.He fell in so deep and so easily. He was always told to never get involved or learn more about his Targets but now learning about and meeting Em he was beginning to wonder if she wasn’t the only innocent person that he had on his list after all these years. Suddenly he didn’t want to do it anymore. He didn't want to kill anyone anymore at the risk of killing someones loved one.

So he faked his death, sending a bloody letter to his boss stating that he had been killed in a “Freak Explosion”. He began spending more time with Em, taking on this new persona of Jim Dunford. Jim Dundford was a retired Military vet who was honorably discharged due to an injury and spent his time reviewing books online for some extra pocket cash and volunteered at retirement homes and soup kitchens. He had enough money from his actual Job that he could retire comfortably. He got an ID made and had someone on the inside help curate this whole new person for him. He got quite comfortable in this new life, with Em and not long after they got married. Everything was going great! Until it wasn’t.

With Em’s job requiring her to be out of town all the time, Jim was always worried for her safety, worried his boss would find her and send someone after her. He was always calling, always checking in. It was around this time that Jim began to ask Emma to think about settling down and maybe looking for another job. They never seemed to be on the same page one always working, the other always longing for more time together. Jim knew the marriage was faltering and they were pulling apart. It was when Emma  left for a work trip and never came back that he began to worry. No contact from Emma was a bit stranger and her phone wasn’t even ringing anymore. Since that day Jim did everything he could to find her, Even coming out of retirement and pretending to be back in the game to use resources to track her down. After months of Dead ends Jim nearly gave up even planning on going back to work for his boss as he had been welcomed back like nothing had changed. He already had a family that he had forgotten had got him where he was today. When suddenly There was a new development, a ping from a GPS matching the one em had from nearly a year and half ago. It was positioned in the middle of nowhere in west Virginia. Bringing up old maps and revealing a town that was said to have been abandoned. The ping came from just outside of a town called Huntsville. There were multiple reports of people that had been near or around that area that had gone missing, just like his Emma. Jim Scribbled the name and the coordinates on a piece of paper and rushed to Find her. Even if it was just another dead end it was the closest thing he got to something.

When he got to the fork in the road and turned he was in such shock to find Huntsville was still very much a real place and there were people there still alive and living relatively normal lives. He quickly decided to move into the commune when he figured out what was going on with the monsters. It was fixing to get dark out he could look for Emma in the morning.