#wow some of the baby tags are gross

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here are some cats looking very silly on my moms lap. to bring some joy to my three followers

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Subject of Interest

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!photographer!reader

summary: fans love carlos’ girlfriend and her unhinged comments and photography hobby

a/n: needed a slight break from the lando fic and I love doing these small photography based smaus. I will probably be doing these for more drivers — feel free to request someone you’d like to see!

a/n 2: fyi this is all google translate Spanish 🤷‍♀️

a/n 3: I tried to write horny for the first time and I think? It went? Ok?

princesa

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princesa: mi amor, ¿sabes lo que me vas a hacer? Either put that thing away or put it to use. (My love, do you know what you're going to do to me?)

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user1: ahhhh love to see the princess back in action

↳user2: girl we missed you and your unhinged comments

landonorris: thERE ARE CHILDREN PRESENT

↳princesa: then leave? I know you have enough of a brain in that empty head of yours to do that

↳landonorris: I just wanted to congratulate my friend!! Why are you so mean?!?

↳princesa: niño…(Boy)

↳landonorris: nope! Lando!

↳oscarpiastri: seriously?

↳princesa: I’m glad he’s your teammate now

↳oscarpiastri: thanks 😑

↳landonorris: hey!

carlossainz55: Of course princesa…On an unrelated note, where are you again?

↳landonorris: not you too!

↳princesa: 🚪 here’s the door! Use it

↳landonorris: I’m gonna report you for bullying

↳princesa: try it twig!

carlossainz55: Hermosa…you tell me to behave but post that picture?

↳princesa: 🤭🤭

↳carlossainz55: 🥵

↳princesa: I’ve got the car waiting for you

↳carlossainz55: 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

user3: girl I’m begging you for just one chance

↳carlossainz55: No

↳user4: when you pull up for a competition to worship the princess and your competition is Carlos Sainz

princesa

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princesa: 🏎️ 💨💨 vroom vroom — the cars may go fast but I’d like to take my time with you baby

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user5: congrats on the podium Carlos!!

user6: did she just…

↳user7: imply they fuck? Yes.

↳princesa: 😉

↳user7: girl Ferrari is gonna put you in pr jail

↳princesa: 🤷‍♀️ I look good in handcuffs

↳carlossainz55: 👀👀

↳princesa:😘💋❤️

landonorris: just once I’d like to open instagram and not be assaulted with you and your gross relationship 😠🤮

↳princesa: boo hoo does A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP scare you

↳landonorris: NO

↳carlossainz55: Oh?

↳landonorris: it’s your horny ass comments! Leave it at home!

↳princesa: it’s ok Lando — someday you’ll have a girlfriend

↳landonorris: ive haD GIRLDFRIENDS BEFORE

↳princesa: you’re behavior says otherwise tbh

↳landonorris: STOP LYING TO THE INTERNET

user8: did you guys go on a bike ride?

↳princesa: Carlos did! I was sitting pretty in the basket while he showed me around town before taking us to the beach, letting my man treat me right.

↳carlossainz55: As you should princesa, never lift a finger when I’m around

↳user8: wow that’s so cute and so sappy

↳user9: this comment thread called me single in every language

princesa

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princesa: thank you baby for the amazing break. I’m glad I got to spend some alone time with my handsome man. Next week it’s back to the grind — I just know you’ll be on top 🏆🏆

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carlossainz55: Princesa, I’d take you to the ends of the world if you’d ask

↳user10: same! 😭

↳carlossainz55: Not this princesa

↳princesa: I’d follow you anywhere you wanna take me handsome

carlossainz55: And you know I look good on top

↳princesa: i don’t know…wanna refresh my memory?

↳carlossainz55: I do need to get my cardio in today…

↳princesa: well let’s see how fast you are then…I’m waiting 😉

↳user11: YOU ARE IN PUBLIC

user12: I gotta say it…I’ve missed these horny comments. Insta just isn’t the same without them

↳user13: heeeeyyyy 🍑🍑🍆🍆💦💦

↳user12: eww no

charles_leclerc: Forza Ferrari Sempre!! Second half of the season will be ours!

↳carlossainz55: You know it!

↳princesa: Go Ferrari!

user14: no disgusted lando comments? What’s happening?

↳princesa: i blocked him for this post 😊

↳user14: 🤣🤣

princesa

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princesa: Ferrari might be all red but baby, blue is your color — I believe a congratulations is in order Mr Race Winner

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user15: what a race…a Ferrari, McLaren, Williams podium was not on my bingo card for the year…

user16: petition for Ferrari to officially change its color to blue

↳user17: girl like 10 different drivers dnfed

↳user16: but Carlos won!

carlossainz55: Thank you mi amor ❤️

↳princesa: No tengo las palabras para describir lo orgulloso que estoy de ti! (I don't have the words to describe how proud I am of you!)

↳carlossainz55: Conozco mi amor y eso está bien. (I know my love and that's fine.)

↳princesa: I do know how I’m gonna congratulate you tho!

↳carlossainz55: 😳😳

carlossainz55: Are you going to be my prize, mi amor?

↳princesa: oh baby you know it!

↳princesa: just wait and see what I’ve got planned for you

↳carlossainz55: 🥵🥵

↳landonorris: 🤮🤮

↳landonorris: why? Must I? Suffer?

↳princesa: i should have kept you blocked

↳landonorris: i just wanted to congratulate my friend?

↳princesa: do it on your own post and let me be horny for my man in peace

↳landonorris: you’re uninvited to my party tonight?

↳princesa: for what? You dnfed like first

↳landonorris: 👎🏻👎🏻👎🏻

alex_albon: congrats man! It was great to be able to share a podium with you!

↳carlossainz55: Felicitaciones a ti también (Congratulations to you too)

↳carlossainz55: it was good to see you on the podium as well

oscarpiastri: great race!

↳carlossainz55: You as well!

princesa

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princesa: Winning looks good on you baby. You should do it more often 🏆

In all seriousness, congratulations on your season Carlos — you did fantastic this year and it was such a pleasure to travel with you and watch you live your dreams.

That said — I’m very excited for the couple of months we will have to ourselves 😘💋❤️

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carlossainz55: Princesa…I loved every second of this year, racing and traveling with you. Thank you for agreeing to my crazy idea and following me around the world.

↳princesa: oh my love…No había ningún otro lugar en el que preferiría estar que a tu lado. (There was no other place where I would rather be than by your side)

↳carlossainz55: No podría haber pedido un mejor socio (I couldn't have asked for a better partner)

carlossainz55: All to ourselves huh? 🤔

↳princesa: i know! Whatever will we do with all that time? 🤭😉

↳carlossainz55: Oh I can think of a few things 😏

↳landonorris: YEAH. GOLFING. HANGING OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS. VISITING FAMILY!!

↳princesa: Oh, estoy tan contenta de tener un par de meses lejos de este niño... (I'm so happy to have a couple of months away from this child)

↳landonorris: Wrong!

↳carlossainz55: Since when can you read Spanish?

↳princesa: since when can you read?

↳landonorris: I’m reporting you again for bullying! And google translate exists ya know

↳landonorris: also! I’m gonna be visiting you this break

↳princesa: sorry not interested in a threesome

↳landonorris: NOOOO

↳landonorris: Carlos promised me a couple rounds of golf so there 😝

↳carlossainz55: it was a moment of weakness

user18: oh to have a champagne soaked Carlos Sainz sprint over to me to kiss me senseless after a spectacular race,,,

↳princesa: it’s a great experience! But get your own — this one is mine

↳user18: girl we’ve seen all your comments this year. We know

↳princesa: just like reminding people they can look but not have 😊

user19: i know everyone has been focusing on their…horniness this year but damn she must love him too. To quit her job just to follow him across the world…

↳princesa: it was a scary thought at first but I’m so glad I did it

↳carlossainz55: I am as well

↳landonorris: I’m not. Go away

↳princesa: I’m gonna be honest with you. We get worse with distance — you got off light this year

↳landonorris: nooooooooooooooo

↳user20: and they’re back to their regular programming

user21: my favorite part of the season is now knowing Lando Norris is the type of person to clutch his pearls at the sight of an ankle…

↳user22: right? Not what i expected

↳landonorris: I AM NOT!

↳user22: sure Jan

↳landonorris: I CAN HANDLE SEX JUST FINE THEIR JUST BEING MEAN TO ME

↳user21: ok grandpa, let’s get you back to bed

↳landonorris: NOT YOU GUYS TOO…

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: No more Ferrari PR jail, no more hiding these in my camera roll. My gorgeous gorgeous girl 🥵🥵 I’m so glad to be able to call you mine

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princesa: well let’s not completely get rid of the jail…I do quite like the handcuffs ☺️

↳carlossainz55: I could be persuaded

↳princesa: meet me in five?

↳carlossainz55: 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

user23: oh my god you guys were being tame???

↳princesa: oh absolutely

↳user23: oh my god…

user24: can Carlos fight? Like seriously?

↳carlossainz55: Yes

↳user25: I think if a group of us get together we could take him

↳carlossainz55: You’d be wrong

↳princesa: sorry girls guys and nonbinary pals — I am a one man girl

↳princesa: and I think I’d have to report you to someone

↳user25: you know what? That’s fair

↳used24: and hot!?! Gotta love that kind of loyalty

landonorris: I’m gonna deactivate my account

↳princesa: I didn’t think I’d get my Christmas present so early!

↳landonorris: 😑😑

↳carlossainz55: I’ll give you a Christmas present 🎁

↳princesa: a big one?

↳carlossainz55: Oh you know it

↳landonorris: NOT ON MY COMMENT THREAD. GO AWAY

user26: Sad to see Carlos leave Ferrari but good god am I excited to see the more unhinged version of him in Williams…

↳user27: thank god I’m not the only one

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Just where you oughta be

Written for the @steddiebingo

Prompt: Body Worship (both on my regular and on my Countdown to Midnight Bonus card)

Rated: E

Words: 2,619 (also on AO3)

Tags: Omegaverse; Omega Eddie; Alpha Steve; Established Relationship; mpreg; Rut; Explicit sexual content; Knotting; Mating Bites; Possessive Steve

Notes: Set in the same universe as Whatever you want it to be. I wanted to write around 1k for this but the boys had other plans again, so have a full-fledged bonus chapter, I guess.

Eddie is propped against his kitchen counter, eating ranch dressing straight from the jar with a spoon - he always thought pregnancy cravings were an invention of the media, but joke’s on him, apparently - when the phone rings. For a second or two, he considers ignoring it. He's been up all morning packing his belongings for the move and he's just about ready for a nap. Every little thing seems to tire him out these days. But it might be the new landlord calling about something with the apartment, or the doctor's office with the results of the bloodwork, so he reluctantly puts his gross brunch-in-a-jar aside and bridges the two steps to the phone. 

“Munson residence, this is Eddie speaking,” he intones, putting on a posh British accent just for the hell of it. 

Silence.

Eddie gives the receiver a confused look. Maybe the line died again?

He’s just about to hang up and go back to his ranch dressing when someone at the other end speaks. 

“Eddie?”

“Steve!” Eddie cheers, stomach erupting with a million butterflies. He’s long past being embarrassed about them. They’ve been courting for months, they’re about to move in together, and then there’s that thing where they have a baby on the way. Steve damn well better make him feel butterflies, all things considered. “Fancy hearing from you! I thought you were at work?”

Steve doesn’t answer, but Eddie can hear him breathing at the other end of the line. Long, heavy gulps of air, like he just ran a mile. Or like he’s sick, maybe. The butterflies make way to an unpleasant clenching feeling. 

“Stevie? What’s wrong?”

“I-” Steve starts to say, then trails off again. Then, quieter, pained almost, “Fuck.” 

“Fuck?” Eddie squawks. “I don’t like that fuck. Fuck what? What’s going on?” 

Steve draws a long, shuddering breath. Eddie can just about see him, raking a hand down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. His mind is running through a dozen worst-case scenarios. Steve has had a run-in with Carver and his goons. Or, even worse, Mommy and Daddy Harrington have come home and spotted the moving boxes. They know about the pregnancy. They’re making Steve break up with him, because there’s no way their precious golden boy is running off with some good-for-nothing, trailer trash omega he accidentally knocked up.

What Steve actually says makes the floor spin out from under him for a second. 

“It’s starting.” 

“It’s- … What?” Eddie gapes at the empty kitchen, ass sagging heavily against the counter. “What is starting? You’re not talking about-”

“My rut,” Steve says, and even though his voice is trembling, Eddie imagines he can hear it now. How it’s growing deeper, vibrating with a barely restrained rumble. It makes an answering chirp tickle at the base of his throat, makes something wet and hot pool low in his belly.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “You said you weren’t due for one for at least-”

“I know,” Steve whines. “It came early. Must’ve been triggered by the pregnancy pheromones or whatever.”

“The pregnancy-” Eddie starts to say. “So what, this is my fault now?” 

“Eddie,” Steve whines. Eddie snaps his mouth shut. 

“Right, sorry, I just- … Wow. This was definitely not on my agenda for today.” 

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Steve scoffs, and Eddie doesn’t need to see the fond eyeroll to know that it's there. Then, he clears his throat, suddenly hesitant again. “You obviously don't have to- … Like, I understand if this is all too sudden, but … I wanted to let you know, because we talked about this and we said-” 

“Stevie,” Eddie says, and waits for the babble to grind to a stop. Steve is right. They talked about this. How they want to do this before the kid is born. How a heat or rut is the best chance of making it stick. How Eddie is unlikely to go into heat while pregnant, leaving them essentially only this one option. How they both think they're ready for this. “It's okay. I'm coming over.” 

Steve whines again, needy and hopeful.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, and Eddie remembers the crippling loneliness and emptiness of his last heat. How Steve's presence and Steve’s touch were the only things that seemed to help. He imagines it must be similar for Steve now. 

“Hell yeah, big boy,” he says, stretching the phone cord as far as physically possible so that he can grab his keys from their hook. “Don't you go anywhere, I’ll be there as soon as I can. We're getting mated today.” 

*

Eddie doesn’t bother with the doorbell. One of Steve’s first courting gifts was a spare key, and he's been making liberal use of it, just letting himself in and out of Harrington Manor whenever he pleases. 

He pauses to shuck off his shoes in the entryway, inhaling the familiar scent of sun-soaked moss and pine needles lingering in the air. Its owner is markedly absent. 

“Stevie?” he calls, but there's no reply. Eddie shrugs to himself and heads towards the staircase. 

The scent grows thicker as he makes his way up the stairs, telling him that he's on the right track. It also grows … heavier than what he's used to. Earthier than usual, and deeper. 

Wilder. 

Alpha, whispers his needy little hindbrain. Our alpha. 

Eddie tells it to shut up. No need to turn into a hormonal puddle of instinct-controlled goo before they've even made it to their destination. 

And then he pushes open the bedroom door and the scent crests over him, and the warm, tingly feeling that has been sitting in his abdomen ever since the phone call dissolves into a hot glob of slick. It drips out from between his legs, spreading over the crotch of his jeans as a dark, wet stain. 

“Ew, what the fuck?” Eddie swears, hurriedly fumbling out of the pants and throwing them over the nearby desk chair. His boxers are already beyond saving, completely drenched and sticking to his legs as he pads closer to the bed. “Stevie, are you in there?” 

The bed is a tangled mess of sweaty sheets, a tousled mop of chestnut hair sticking out at one end. Eddie thinks how this is a weird reversal of their first night together, when it was him in the same bed, desperate and needy. 

“Stevie?” he says again. There's no reaction whatsoever, and okay, this really is starting to freak him out now. Is this normal? He has no idea. Following a sudden impulse, he peels back the edge of a sticky blanket, finding and shaking a trembling, naked shoulder. “Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong, are you not feeling- … Fuck, you’re burning up. We need to get you water, Or an ice pack. Or both? Yeah, let’s make it both. Just lemme get-” 

He turns towards the door. 

And that's when the heap of blankets explodes in a flurry of movement. 

The room flips, and before Eddie can so much as yelp, he's on his back in the sheets, wrists pinned on either side of his head. On top of him, Steve bares his canines and snarls. 

“Shit,” Eddie squeaks, trying to shuffle away, but Steve’s grip is like steel. His instincts, meanwhile, seem to have other plans, because more slick oozes out from between his legs. “Steve? Stevie, calm down, it's me.” 

Steve pauses. The gravelly rumble that has been bubbling from his throat stops. His nostrils flare. His pupils, thin black needlepoints in his green-and-gold irises, blow wide and fuzzy. 

“Eddie?” 

Eddie nods so fast he almost gives himself whiplash. 

“Yeah, that's right. You called me, remember? And now I'm here. Just like I said. So there's absolutely no need to freak out and tear out my- oh, my God!” 

Because Steve has just surged in to lick a long, firm stripe over the side of his neck. His tongue drags over the sensitive gland there, rough and wet and firm, and Eddie's back nearly lifts off the mattress. A high, startled chirp tumbles from his mouth, and Steve answers it with a purr and a roll of his hips. 

His shoulders - and somehow it is only now that Eddie fully registers this - are not the only part of him that's naked. There is, in fact, not a shred of clothing anywhere on Steve’s body. His cock, fully hard and huge, slots into the space between Eddie’s thighs as he leans in to nuzzle at the spot he just licked. 

“Eddie,” he murmurs against the flushed skin, and it feels like his voice tingles right through the gland and all the way into Eddie’s blood. “My Eddie. All mine.” 

Eddie chuckles weakly, even as the hot, tingly feeling pools at the base of his spine, causing his own hips to grind up against Steve, his own cock to press against Steve’s larger one. 

“Clingy today, aren't we?” 

The only reply he gets is his own name, pressed into his skin like a prayer. Steve's hands are no longer holding his wrists pinned, but roaming down his ribs, his sides, pushing up his shirt and caressing the ever-so-slight curve of his stomach. He's only some three months along, but he's always been skinny, so he's starting to show if you know what to look for. Steve lets his palms rest there for a long time, purring all the while, nose pressed into the curve of Eddie’s throat, seeking his scent. 

Just as Eddie is starting to wonder if he should tell him that it's too early to feel the kid move, he speaks again. 

“My pup,” he whispers, and the raw protectiveness in the words makes the warm, needy thing in Eddie’s insides quiver. And he must've made a sound - maybe a moan, maybe another chirp - because Steve looks up, eyes finding his, and suddenly all Eddie knows is his warmth and touch and scent. “My mate.” 

Eddie’s world jolts to a violent stop. 

“Yes,” he rasps, one hand coming up to cup Steve’s face with shaky fingers. “Yes, yours.” 

It isn't true yet, not technically speaking. They aren’t bonded. He isn't Steve’s yet. 

But he wants to be. Wants to be claimed and possessed with every fibre of his being, inside and out. Wanted this the first time they were in this bed together, when he was too high on drugs and hormones to form a coherent thought. Wants this now, months later, on the threshold of their future. With his belongings packed in boxes and Steve’s baby in his belly. Wants their bodies and souls entwined, just like their lives are going to be.

Steve, somehow, seems to read all of this on his face, or maybe in his scent. He rumbles, low and pleased, eyes like golden sunlight filtering through the canopy of the deepest, darkest forest. He leans in, sealing their mouths together in a long, insistent kiss, pine and moss and earth filling Eddie’s senses. 

“Gonna make you mine,” he mutters against Eddie’s lips. “Gonna claim you and mark you and never let you go.” 

Eddie thinks he's never heard a sweeter promise in his life.

*

Eddie never thought it would be like this. 

For the longest time, he couldn't fathom ever getting mated at all, and even after that, after Steve, he didn't imagine it this way. 

He always thought it would be a violent and overwhelming and debasing affair, being taken and made into some alpha's possession. He couldn't imagine how anyone could possibly want this. 

He should’ve known it would be different with Steve, because when has Steve ever been what he expected?

It's still overwhelming. It still feels like being laid bare to the core as Steve slowly rids him of his clothes, like being naked and vulnerable in so many more ways than one. It still feels like being claimed as those large hands and those soft lips trace every curve and dip of his body, map the lines of each and every tattoo.

But there’s nothing debasing about it. Not in the way Steve looks at him in incredulous awe. Like Eddie is the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on, like he can’t believe he gets to have him. Not in the way Steve touches him like one would touch a precious treasure - firm and sure but also reverent. Not in the words that Steve mutters against his skin as he buries himself inside - pet names and endearments and never-ending confessions of love.

This doesn’t feel like being debased. 

This feels like worship. 

Steve fucks him long and slow and deep, covering his face and jaw and neck in licks and kisses that gradually turn into nips and bites. Like he wants to savor this. Like they have all the time in the world. Like Eddie isn’t coming apart under his touch, turning more into a whining, moaning, chirping mess with each thrust and each touch.

The climax that sweeps over him feels unlike anything he’s ever experienced before - powerful and all-consuming, his very being reduced to the pulsing needlepoint that is his own pleasure. He claws his nails into Steve’s naked back, hard enough to leave long, angry welts and tilts back his head, a high, pleading keen tearing from somewhere deep within. 

Take me. Mark me. Make me yours. 

Steve does. 

Locks himself deep inside of him with a final snap of his hips and comes with a hoarse growl. The delicious burn of his knot stuffing him full draws a long, wrecked moan from Eddie’s lips, the pleasure of it so intense he hardly registers the pain when Steve’s fangs pierce his mating gland.

It’s going to stick. He knows this instinctively, even after the first few seconds.

He has Steve’s knot inside of him and Steve’s come filling him up and Steve’s teeth in his neck, can feel Steve’s pleasure pulse through his own body, so entwined with his own that he doesn’t know where one ends and the other begins.

He hopes it lasts forever.

He actually whines when Steve pulls his fangs out after a beautiful eternity, shaky hands tangling in sweaty hair to pull him back in. Steve goes willingly, lapping at the thin trickle of blood that has escaped from the fresh wound and covering the fresh bite in more kisses.

“Mine,” he whispers, voice spent and exhausted, but also brimming with love and pride. “My pretty mate. My sweet pup. All mine.” 

Eddie doesn’t find the energy to reply, so he just combs his fingers through his hair and kisses the top of his head, laughing softly to himself when Steve preens under the attention and the purr gives way to a hearty, drawn-out yawn.

“It's okay, big boy. You did fantastic. Get some rest.” 

Steve curls around him with a content sigh, nose finding the fresh mating bite, hands settling on the swell of Eddie’s belly. Minutes later, the room is filled with the soft rumble of his snores. Eddie wiggles to find a comfortable position, moaning when Steve’s knot catches inside of him.

“I'd make you some food like the good, doting omega that I am,” he murmurs against the slow rise and fall of Steve's chest, “but I fear I'm stuck.” 

“Don't you dare,” Steve mutters without opening his eyes. “You’re just where you oughta be.” 

Then, his breathing evens out again. 

Eddie allows himself to drift off into a pleasant doze as well, lulled in by Steve’s summer forest scent. The tiredness from earlier has morphed into a leaden, bone-deep exhaustion, but he's content to let himself sink into it.  

They're just where they ought to be, all of them, and the future is looking pretty damn good. 

More Steddie Bingo

[criblovr]

₊ ⊹ gross ! ₊ ⊹

pairings: cg!agatha x little!reader x cg!rio

summary: reader has a fever and needs medicine to control it.. agatha and rio have their hands tied

tags: tantrums, teamwork caregiving, crying, hurt/comfort, stubborn reader, sickfic, medicine

notes: requested by anon !

You woke up to a palm on your forehead. You shifted away, whining. You turned your head to your pillow and tried shielding your eyes from the light but your mama had other plans.

“C’mon, sweetheart, you feel warm,” she moves a few strands of hair out of your face and realizes you’re damp from sweat.

You whine again but with much more force. You hated being woken up, especially in this matter.

“Hey, I know, no need for whining,” Agatha says. Without much effort, she pulls you up and into her arms.

Without your blanket, you shiver. It was freezing! And you felt wet all over. You trembled and tried snuggling closer to Agatha.

“I’m so sorry, baby. You’re burning up..”

You feel yourself being pulled away from your mama and you immediately begin to tear up. Then, you hear a familiar voice— “Hey, hey, you’re okay, bug.” You feel relieved that it’s your mami and not some stranger but you still want your mama back.

“Wow, they’re such a mama’s baby… can’t even cuddle my baby..” you hear Rio joke with Agatha. They laugh quietly amongst themselves. You open your eyes slightly and look around, you’re in the kitchen— and mama has that icky, sweet medicine in her hands.

You know what they’re doing. Mami is gonna hold you as mama gives you a spoonful of that gross stuff! You were tricked last time, being told that it was so “yummy,” wrong! It was bitter and sweet at the same time, it immediately made you gag and cry. You were not going to do that again.

You pull yourself from Rio and whine, asking to be put down. Mami gently puts you down and pouts, “you’re sweating, baby,” she states with concern, “you’re going to feel a lot better once-“

“Uh uh! Not drinkin’ that!”

Agatha snickers and smiles at Rio, “your turn, tiger.” Rio rolls her eyes playfully at Agatha and turns back to you.

“It’s gonna make you feel a lot better, bunny. It’s so yummy-“

“Not yummy! You’re lying!” You resist the urge to stomp your feet, they need to take you seriously!

Rio shakes her head and places her hand on her forehead, “Okay… it’s not super yummy… but mama and mami just want you to feel better!”

Agatha snickers again, “not so easy, hm? While you’re out collecting bodies, mama is here dealing with this bunny.”

You stomp your feet, “ ‘m not a bunny!”

“Really? You’re stomping your feet just like Señor Scratchy…”

Rio laughs, immediately covering her face.

“Mami it’s not funny! Mama tell mami to stop laughin’!”

Agatha playfully swats Rio.

“How about I take some medicine too? We can taste the gross stuff together, yeah?”

You perk up, only slightly. “Mami take some too?” Rio cups your cheeks and leans down, “of course, bug. Will that make you feel better?”

You nod, enthusiastically. Winner, winner, chicken dinner !

Rio helps you up onto the kitchen counter and then sit besides you herself. Agatha holds two small little cups filled with a weird, red syrup.

“Okay! Who wants to go first?”

You and Rio look at each other..

Rio speaks up, “how about we go at the same time?”

Agatha nods, “works for me. Are you going to be my brave baby?” She turns her attention to you, holding your face gently and wincing when she feels your hot skin. You nod and smile.

“ ‘m gonna be brave for mama.”

Agatha hands Rio one of the small cups and holds yours in her hand. You’re trembling again from the cold and maybe, from a little fear.

You hold mama’s empty hand and nod.

Agatha guides the cup to your lips and tilts it, Rio follows suit. You gag from the disgusting flavor that hits your taste buds but then you turn to your left— mami is gagging too and making silly faces.

Agatha picks you from the counter and places you on her hip, “all done! You did so well, honey.”

Rio coughs, “what about me, Agatha?”

Agatha playfully sighs, “you did so well, rio.

[steviewashere]

Kisses to Make it Better

Rating: General CW: Vomiting (It's Kind of Gross, Sorry) Tags: Established Relationship, Married Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Future Fic, Sick Fic, Sick Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has Migraines, Steve Harrington Has Head Trauma, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Forehead Kisses, Lots of Kisses, Star Wars Reference, Steve Harrington is a Dork, Eddie Munson is a Dork, Teacher Steve Harrington (Briefly Mentioned), Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is the kiss on my forehead."

💕—————💕

When Steve wakes up, it’s to the sharp, piercing sensation of a migraine attack. He immediately closes his eyes and groans. His senses are heightened miserably.

Soft bird song is like screeching. The gentle rustle of tree leaves like the scrapes of fingernails on a chalkboard. (And god does he know that from working with a bunch of butthead eighth graders.) Any sunlight is like a laser aiming to obliterate him onsite. He’s warm and boiling and the blanket sears where it touches. But when the removes it, he’s frozen to his core and shivering. The dull sounds of Eddie’s snores—Steve almost wants to suffocate him; he may not usually be a motorboat, but wow does he mimic one amazingly right now.

He can’t take it. The space in their bedroom is too much for his everything. So, he grabs his pillow from under his head, stands on unsteady legs, and ventures out into the hallway. Snatches a spare quilt—one made by Joyce Byers some short years ago for his and Eddie’s makeshift backyard wedding—a wash rag to put under cold water, and a towel. Just in case he has to lay on the bathroom floor. It’s humiliating knowing that the migraine could reach that point, what he wouldn’t give for his uninjured pre-1983 brain.

The couch is lumpy and distinctly firm and uncomfortable under his mutilated back. He’s sweaty, cold, too hot, nauseous, and dizzy. Really, he should’ve stopped by the medicine cabinet in the bathroom for his Imitrex. But the mere idea of standing longer than he needs to, the floor like ocean waves crashing at his feet, his entire body an uneasy cargo ship ready to crash into lighthouse rocks—it makes him shiver. Though, whether that be from his body’s inability to regulate his temperature, he isn’t sure.

But he manages to find a comfortable enough spot. Left arm squished and folded awkwardly by his head, the other tight at his side. Legs crossed at his ankles. The rest of him completely supine to the cushions. Head nestled and drowning in his practically flat, definitely overused bedroom pillow. He sighs, agitated.

This is his life.

Probably should’ve woken up Eddie. Probably should go to the landline and call in sick to work. Probably should get a puke bucket, too. But…nope, he’s somewhere between comfortable and dying on the couch. The perfect in-between. He closes his eyes against the next wave of dizzying nausea that overrides him. Breathing through his nose in sharp, hot exhales. Willing it, or at least attempting to, away. This is one of the worst attacks he’s had in a very long while. Beats out the infamous migraine attack of 1990, a story that ends in a bed at urgent care, accompanied by heaving puke, with Robin’s and Nancy’s cold hands to his sweaty forehead, and Eddie nervously chomping away at his fingertips. Should he go to urgent care? He grinds his teeth together at the thought.

Distantly, there’s some shuffling around the bedroom. Steve grimaces at the noise. Then, some light footfalls in the hallway. And all at once, God’s heavenly light is cast around him, though now it’s like the swallowing pits of Hell. He groans, tight and muffled in the back of his throat.

“Shit,” Eddie hisses. “Sorry, baby, sorry,” he whispers. Eddie’s not that great at whispering. Or, maybe he is. Maybe Steve is Dumbo level sensitive to every sound in the world. The light is flicked back off and Eddie comes closer to the couch.

Though, the aromatic scents of Eddie’s Axe musk body spray overpower every sensation Steve’s experienced in the short span he’s been awake. Did he fucking spray it before going to bed, Steve wonders, gagging. He puts out a weak hand, palm towards Eddie. “Don’t,” he strains. Even his voice is grating. “You—“ He gags again, throat clenching, stomach turning, bile rising. The palm draws back, flapping in the air, landing harsh around his mouth, squeezing his skin and lips. Steve rolls up onto his right elbow, pointing his face down at the floor, puking—into the kitchen garbage can that Eddie has, somehow, brought in super human speeds.

Eddie hushes above him. He must be crying if that’s how Eddie’s reacting. But he can’t care to notice. His head trapped in the kitchen bag. Coffee grounds and an empty container of baked beans, combining in a hideous concoction that could be compared to that of fresh, steaming dog shit. The sour stench of himself, his insides, the rest of the putrid garbage around his spewing mouth and snotty nose—it all makes him puke harder. A hand traces up and down his spine, the heavy touch barely noticeable unless he’s gasping for air.

When he’s done, he collapses back onto the couch with a resound thud. His breath exhausted and the blood vessels in his face probably bursted. Closes his eyes to block out everything, to try and ground himself again. Eddie shuffles as quietly as he can out of the room. The front door is open, cold morning breeze tickling Steve’s skin, the trash can placed on the porch for now. It’ll get changed out, Steve knows Eddie will do it. He’s getting the Imitrex, some Zofran. Water and a straw. Steve can only hope that Eddie will take a quick shower with some unscented soap, the cologne musk too infuriating to his nose.

He’s carefully sat up. Body loose-limbed and aching all over. Propped up into sitting on the middle cushion. Hair swiped away from his forehead, clipped back by a couple alligator clips. Eddie gently taps the underside of his chin. The nonverbal request, Please open your mouth for your medicine. Steve drops his jaw without hesitation. Pills set on his tongue and a straw placed between his lips. Eddie’s hand goes to his left arm, running up and down in slow stripes. Please take slow slurps, is what that hand motion means. And Steve does what he’s told. Careful to not upset his already agitated stomach.

“Eddie,” he croaks. A hum lightly vibrates from above him. Hands nestled on his skin, laying him back down on the couch. He doesn’t open his eyes, squeezes them tighter in fact. Sighing into the horizontal position of his body. “Eds, please take a shower.”

A light snort. “Saying I stink?” Eddie whispers, though there’s no offense drawn tight in his voice. Just amusement. Maybe some concern if Steve could only focus on the sound.

He shakes his head, but grimaces at the light-headed sensation it causes. Settles and whispers, “No, I can smell your cologne. Too strong.”

“Oh,” Eddie mutters. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Let me take care of that.” He sets something clunky on the floor. Another bucket, most likely. And stands, his shadow blocking the sunlight streaming in through their living room windows. He must take notice to the light because then, the curtains are all shut at once. Or, something quick like that. Steve isn’t really aware of reality right now. Floating somewhere between comfortable and dying, laying in that still, too.

In the blink of an eye, Eddie is back by his side. Though, when his right hand tangles with Steve’s, he’s noticeably damp. Either he took the quickest shower in existence. Or Steve’s time blindness is on another level today.

“Pain level?” Eddie murmurs.

Steve sighs through his nose. “Started as a nine,” he mutters, “down to a seven.”

“Poor baby,” Eddie sweetly coos. He gently squeezes Steve’s palm. I’m here, I’ve got you, you’re safe, he says. His other palm settles softly on Steve’s forehead, over the cold wash cloth he placed there. Thumb pressing between Steve’s eyebrows. “Want me to massage?”

“Yes, please,” Steve murmurs.

Another squeeze to his palm. Then, Eddie carefully maps his fingers over Steve’s scalp, pressing down minutely into the tendered areas. He sweeps his thumb down the bridge of his nose, under his eyes, pushing gently at the surrounding bone and sinus pockets.

But then, he does something he normally wouldn’t do. He peels the washcloth off. Which is fine with Steve, it’s already gone warm. He’ll need the ice pack in the freezer in a few. Eddie puts his hand back on the crest of Steve’s head. And leans down.

A warm, barely damp, sweet peck to the center of Steve’s forehead.

He opens his eyes. Steve—already sensitive, strung up beyond belief—tears up. Whimpering lowly, attempting to not be heard. Though, of course Eddie heard. He’s extra perceptive when Steve has migraine days. He immediately draws back, eyes wide and frowning. “Fuck,” he spits, muted. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make it worse.”

Through his weeping, however quiet it is, Steve stutters, “It’s fine—it—You didn’t hurt me. Just—Sweet.” He preens up into the hand still on the back of his head. “Wasn’t expecting it.”

“Oh,” Eddie whispers. He settles back down, having risen up on his knees from where he’s situated on the floor. Another little kiss to Steve’s nearest temple. Then between his eyebrows. Under his eyes. Tip of his nose. Back to the center of his forehead. “Just kissing the hurt away,” Eddie murmurs on Steve’s skin. Smacking one more on the crinkle Steve didn’t even know he was doing. “Is it working?” He lowly whispers.

Steve chuckles. “I don’t know,” he says. “Do it again?”

“Of course,” Eddie promises. A kiss here and there. But, the most prominent spot being his forehead. Eddie’s hand slides away from Steve’s, instead splaying over his heart. Pressing firm to his chest. Steve briefly wonders if Eddie can feel how his heart speeds up with each press of his lips.

Another to his forehead, drifting down his nose, one on his chin, and the last on his lips. “Ew, Eds,” Steve murmurs, “I got barf breath.”

“Don’t care,” Eddie mutters. Back at Steve’s forehead. “You aren’t contagious,” he says as if that immediately overrides how disgusting it is. “In fact, the only thing I’m catching from you is feelings,” he flirts, or at least Steve thinks he’s attempting to do that. If the stupidly endearing little wiggle to his eyebrows means anything.

Steve fondly rolls his eyes. “You’re such a dork,” he states.

“Your dork,” Eddie whispers. “And I love you.”

“I know,” Steve whispers in turn.

Eddie draws back from kissing again. To lock eyes with Steve, who is glowing with mirth. Probably paler than he’s ever been and tinted green. Yet, with fake annoyance in Eddie’s eyes, all that’s directed at Steve is unashamed love. “Did you just Han Solo me? Who’s the dork now?”

“Me,” Steve proudly murmurs. “Kiss?”

And Eddie obliges.

With the kisses as distraction, a hand over his heart, the nausea receding for now—Steve is filled with warm love. He believes that Eddie may truly heal him.

Migraines are always the worst days. But it’s a good day, if Eddie is there beside him.

💕—————💕

[astrosxnthesis]

WIP WEDNESDAY

@devilbearingtrouble tagged me like 2 weeks ago, but now I actually have something in progress!

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE SPOILERS but not really, this snippet is vague. Also TW for canon-accurate gore (lovingly). Gonna hide most of it behind the readmore just in case.

(tagging @wyverningx @augusteofarles and anyone else who reads this 😈 bc im lazy)

the car scene altered my brain chemistry ok that was some gay shit

“You’ve made so many holes in me,” Wade chuckles breathlessly, skimming his hands over his torso. “If you were that desperate to be inside me you could’ve just asked. I’m not a natural bottom, but I can be flexible if it’s an absolute no-go for ya. Y’know, it’s funny—my suit should be in tatters by now with how many times you’ve filleted me today, but either the TVA made self-healing fabric or Marvel made a new hole of the plot variety.” Logan angles his head across the stained, shredded back seat with a long-suffering sigh. “I really don’t know how you can chronically put your foot in your mouth and still keep talking.” “Hey, you’re in the presence of a world champ. I won Deepest Mouth at the 2019 Foot-in-Mouth Olympics.” “Gross.”

“It’s a blessing and a curse.” Logan groans. “Do you have an off switch?” “You’re gonna have to find it, honey badger. I’ll give you a hint: it’s… uh…” Wade trails off as Logan reaches across the seat and finds his face. He touches his cheekbone. It’s weirdly intimate, the way Logan’s gloved thumb skitters across the jaw and knuckles press into his temple. Wade’s words don’t die in his throat, they can’t—they’re as unkillable as his body. Instead, they bounce around on his tongue like Pop Rocks, all full of things like what and why and sweet baby Jesus and fuck and wow and nice and are we doing this? whispered rapidfire under his breath. Then Logan’s claws emerge and spear into his skull. Wade’s vision blurs and warps into colorful sounds and loud shapes, then snaps back to reality when the claws leave his brain matter with a trademark snikt. Wade giggles. “Yowza, full penetration. A little lower next time? That’s where my—” He gets another fist to the face.

[luvbinnies]

beautiful

just yn being nerous about meeting huenings kai's family

genre: huening kai x gn!reader, fluff, humour. warnings: being stressed, taehyun is a couple hater. word count: 382 words

note: i have more txt things in store!! i'll post them when i finish with LotR.

txt permanent tag: @luvhyunlix @in-somnias-world @imthisclosetokms @serafilms @hibernatinghamster @dutifullyannoyingfox @koeuh @vatterie

“Why are you pacing around so much? You’re just meeting his family.”

“Taehyun shut up, they're nervous that’s all.” Your roommate Ryujin slaps your other roommate on the shoulder, causing the boy to wince.

“I just want to make a good first impression, what if they don’t like me?” Letting out an inhuman noise before dramatically falling on your bed. That has basically half your closet on it when you were trying to pick out clothes, just for Wonyoung to tell you to just wear what you were wearing before.

“But how can anyone not like you?” Wonyoung walks in with a bag of drinks, handing them to each of you.

“I have a list.” Sipping on the drink as you watch your roommates roll their eyes because of your negativity.

Ryujin goes over to move some of your clothes and sits next to you on the bed. “It can’t be that bad, you already met bahiyyih and tried to adopt her.”

“And then Kai got all sulky that you weren’t giving him enough attention.” Wonyoung laughs.

“Gosh I hate couples.”

“You’re just upset that you’re still single and jealous of me and Kai, Kang.”

Before the poor boy could say anything, the doorbell to the dorm rang. Jumping up running to the mirror to make sure your outfit was still good after your dramatic scene.

“You look gorgeous, stop worrying.” Ryujin shoves the bouquet of flowers you forgot about that you were supposed to give to the huenings. 

Heading over to the front door to see Taehyun and Kai already talking but they stop once Kai notices you in the room.

“Wow you look really beautiful.” He smiles.

But the moment gets ruined when Kang Taehyun decides to speak. “Aren’t you an English major and that’s all you have to say?

“Can we please not talk about school, I just want to hang out with my ynnie.”

“Ew gross,” 

“Taehyun move, I need to get to my baby.” Pushing your friend away from the door, waving to them as you close the door behind you holding onto your boyfriend's hand. As you guys were going to leave, kai taking the flowers from your other hand, you can hear a salty boy behind the door say. 

“Well they don’t look nervous anymore.” 

[princess-of-the-corner]

okay I'm having. More thoughts. About that 'Enji gets isekaied into atla' thing.

So like. Random notes on things. (also I should go back and tag this but not rn)

To keep him from totally uprooting things outright, Enji actually hasn't watched ATLA. He knows some things. Like the basic premises of the show. Bending, the Avatar, the fact that the Fire Nation are the antagonists, etc. But he doesn't know any major plot points so he has to like. Discover on his own what's going on with the Fire Royals instead of just decking Ozai on sight.

Enji at least at first tries explaining that he's not a Spirit. But he's too Weird™ so everyone's like 'uh-huh sure'. Now there is /some/ debate as a few people think he's less of a pure Spirit and more like. A Fire/Sun-Spirit version of what Yue was. Someone very blessed by the Spirits and holds their Life Force even if they seem to be separate beings at the moment(I doubt Yue was the first so it may be legend as a whole). He still gets revered though because clearly the Spirits don't choose just anyone.

Timeline wise: On the bnha side this is barely post-canon!CC(so like after Canon, but haven't really had a lot of time to fix everything). In atla this happens like. Sometime after Book 2 but before the mid-season of Book 3. Aka: When Zuko is back home.

This is like. Kinda gross but it popped into my head and given the cut plotline I could see it but ANYWAY. When Ozai asks Azula to be the one to attend to 'The Spirit', Enji is getting so many red flags because last time some wealthy and powerful asshole sent his daughter to care for his whims in the hopes he'll lend favor, Enji got a wife out of it and Azula is literally a baby. (obvs he doesn't do anything weird but he's like 'wow kinda pissed that you're cool with the idea that I could do something weird')

The only people who realize that Enji isn't a Spirit are Iroh and Aang because they know Spirit Nonsense. As soon as they call him out on it, Enji's just like 'oh thank fuck someone sane!!!'

Enji accidentally calls Zuko 'Shoto' once and they ask about it and he explains that Zuko and Azula remind him of his kids, especially the Zuko=Shoto thing because they have similar scars. Zuko and Azula hesitantly ask 'what did he do to deserve that?' and Enji's like "?????? Nothing???? It wasn't- People don't deserve that what the fuck???? Especially a child doesn't??? I might not have been the /best/ father but holy shit I'd never purposefully cause a horrific and traumatic injury to a child no matter what they did????"(Zuko and Azula are suspiciously quiet and Enji doesn't like that)

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Okay, Love Sea ep 1, finally!

This place is so pretty, I wanna go

Rak is going to this island to be a supermodel, I guess

Jfc Fort is so attractive, ugh

Did he just push that man overboard because of a pen?

Seriously, why is he so fancy?

Side note: I actually love that Rak looks expensive. It not only sells the "rich guy on vacation/fish out of water" thing, but it also places him apart from this tight knit island community and from casual tourists. It makes it clear that he's not comfortable in himself here, because he's dressing specifically to hold himself apart from the rest of them.

It also gives fun opportunities to see him relax through his wardrobe. Also, Peat is just really beautiful, and he wears it all so well

Rak is so grumpy 😆 I love rich bitch Peat already

The casual "I'm borrowing this" and Mut being zero percent fazed by Rak's bitchiness is so attractive and also immediately introduces and characterizes the setting and Mut both. Super well done

Baby those are not island shoes

I love that Mut clocked that Rak needed to be knocked down a peg and spoke so he couldn't understand him. He's establishing right off the bat that he's not intimidated or particularly impressed with Rak's attitude, and I love it. They're doing characterizations so well so far? Honestly really impressed to get this from Mame

The knocking a little tune on the window 🤣🤣🤣

Oh. I already don't like Vi. Like. A lot don't like her

JA IS HERE?!

A lovely surprise Ja!

Baby is stressed

I love that everyone who looks at Rak is like "this guy is sooo pretty". They're right and they should say it. Just look at him

This waiter is just like "oh, you know my friend? Let me tell you all his business (because you're his type, shh)"

Rak's momentary disappointment at the "women" part, and then his incredulous "that guy?!" when the waiter pointed out the guy who's staying because of Mut were incredible. Peat's acting is excellent here

I love that literally the whole island is just "that's our boy, isn't he wonderful!" about Mut. He deserves all that praise

"more like a cat, you'll know when you see him" Yep. That's like, 5 "Rak is a cat" references so far

35,000 bath is only like, $1000usd. I know money is different in Thailand than here, but idk if I'd put up with that grumpy man for a whole two weeks for that little

I was very concerned that this was going for some really gross colorism, and I'm very glad that it very quickly established that Rak is being made fun of for being an uptight rich jerk and projecting superiority all over the place

Rak: *seduction mode activated*

Mut: wow, where did all your hair go?

Thank goodness.

"don't you feel anything at all? I'm way hotter than that guy getting the bar!" Oh baby, this i didn't want you act is not fooling anybody

Rak just sent him another line, thousand dollars over breakfast. "You had me at 5k" 🤣🤣🤣

What a great fucking line

"Keep being arrogant and you'll hurt yourself". Mut is a king, actually

The caught punch and the "I can do more" while he laced their fingers was A Lot. Wow. These two do tension SO WELL

Oh I really don't like Vi

I feel like a lot of GL now is at where BL was a couple years ago. Which is to say a lot toxic. But this is a shitty way to introduce a character. Instantly unlikeable. "I'm going to be so shitty to you and use class politics to use you, but it's okay because I have a crush on you". I haaaaate it

Oh no, Fort looking at his hand and smiling softly is giving my PaiSky flashbacks and I'm gonna cry (I know someone made this side by side gif, please tag me)

What Mame book is Rak writing rn? 🤣

God Fort is so hot, how dare he (had a conversation with @hotasfahrenheit about how hot he is, and I've been informed that we get to see stretch marks at some point and that makes me feel crazy, actually? I love that he's visibly tan, I love that he has imperfections. He's so insanely attractive and it's so much hotter when he's a real person -- and not whitewashed)

Rak running around this boat like an excited puppy is adorable

And now, pouty time because he got yelled at for leaning too far over the edge 😆

Oh no

That hug and little kiss on the temple are going to haunt me. What a beautiful moment. And absolutely bonkers for two people who have known each other for five minutes

Their acting has really grown, I'm so proud of them

Are you hungry for clams or for me? Lol. The "hungry" metaphor for sex never fails in BL. Never miss an opportunity to make the joke

Ughhhh:

He's so beautiful what the fuck

Well. That was a hell of a first episode. Cannot wait for more

[go-river-flows]

Welcome back to the Avatar Programme

FINAL PART

Summary: We're coming up to the end of the story now.  Everything is wrapping up and coming to a close.

A/N: Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!! I finally finished the series! Yippee!!

“You're Toruk Makto?!” I gaped at Jake who finally returned from gathering fifteen clans, over two-thousand warriors. His hair decorated with feathers and beads, a visor sitting on his temple. Sitting on the ground next to my cot. I was moved to the healing tent after the consciousness transfer for further healing, they had laid me face down. I suffered great burns when Quaritch decided to light up Hometree and I was apparently laying on my back on the second level of Hometree when the flames rose up. “What?! How?”

“Well, I decided to make a quick stop on top of a Toruk, before your conscious transfer,” he breezed through the topic, “It was nothing.”

“It's not nothing! That is the greatest achievement in all of Na’vi history. Nothing my ass!” I yelled out. “But seriously, Tommy would be proud.” I propped up on my elbows to which Jake shifted to get me to stay still.

“Woah woah woah, don't move,” he bugged me, “You're supposed to be healing and resting.” To which I rolled my eyes.

“My back is all tingly and itchy,” I laid back on my stomach, “And my neck is killing me.”

“At least it's better than being dead,” he snarked back. 

“Damn, why you got to be all…brotherly to me,” I shuddered in fake grossness.

“Oh ha ha. You're the one who's acting like a brat, right now,” he lightly scratched my back through the leaves covering medicine, “Where abouts are you itchy?”

“A-A little to the right,” his fingers moved to the right, “okay, a-a little down,” his fingers trailed down a little getting the spot, my tail curling up in pleasure as were my ears, “Oh yeeeeeeaaaah. Right there,” I moaned.

“Uhhhh, am I interrupting something?” Norm’s voice broke through the tent.

Jake retracted his hand, as I craned my neck in Norm’s direction.

“He’s just scratching my back, it was itchy,” I fumbled through my words.

“What's up Norm?” 

“Trudy��s calling for you,” Norm simply said, Jake gave a solitary nod before looking back at me. I gave an encouraging smile before giving a firm slap on his shoulder. 

“Go. Our almighty Toruk Makto,” I smiled back, sighing into the cot.

“Here,” Norm knelt down next to me, “I retrieved this from your body before they buried you,” Norm dangled dog tags in front of my face. Lyle’s. I propped myself up again, taking them in my large blue palm. It felt so small and cold against my skin.

“Thank you, Norm,” I turned to him.

“I'm sorry. I never really apologised to you for that day,” referring to the way he acted when he found out I was dating Wainfleet, “He really does love you. Cares about you way more than me. And when he came to get us out of that cell I didn't even thank him, even when he turned his back on Quaritch. I should've been a better friend. I'm sorry.”

“Norm?” he hummed questioningly, “I forgive you.”

“Okay,” he gently beamed, “Get some rest.” He took his leave and I dozed off not that long after.

I lay there until late, yawning and feeling my back. The leaves were changed sometime during my sleep and my chest was still naked, but now I at least wore a loincloth. The medicine made my back tingle, I sat myself up and peered out the tent flap. Gently rising from the cot, I stumbled a bit like a baby struggling to walk. Steadying myself I opened the flap. I could hear quiet chanting coming in the direction of the Tree of Souls. Walking in that direction, I found myself watching a consciousness transfer. Red hair catching my eyes. It was Grace. 

When the chanting subsided, it took a moment but Grace’s avatar sat up as Tsu’tey, Jake and Neytiri went to her side. Oh wow. So that's how that works. After the ceremony Grace was led away to be dressed. But Jake stayed behind. Neytiri returned, stopping next to me with a chest covering in hand. She gently helped me into it, avoiding the leaves covering my back.

“Neytiri, do you hate me?” I asked out of left field. My ear twitched as she stopped her actions.

“Why do you ask that, sister?”

“For what happened to your sister and Anuk? For what happened to your father? For what happened to Hometree?”

“No (Y/N). Why would I hate you for that?”

“Because I was like Jake. I was responsible for those events. I don't deserve to be an Omatikaya. I don't deserve to be Na’vi,” I confessed.

“No. You should not take the blame for those sky demons. You are nothing like them. I do not hate you. I never did and I never will. You are Omatikayan, you are Na’vi. You deserve to be,” she hugged me from behind planting her cheek on my shoulder, “You are my sister. Just like Sylwanin. I see you, Tsumuke.” I turned around to look her in her eyes. They were forgiving and warm.

“I see you, Neytiri,” I hugged her hard as she stroked my head. I let her go and she walked forward to join Jake at the Tree of Souls. The sound of a twig snapping caught my ear, I turned to the sound, finding Tsu’tey in an awkward pose as if I had just caught him doing something bad. 

“Tsu’tey, what are you doing?” 

“You weren't in the healing tent,” his gaze lowered, “that covering looks beautiful on you.”

“Uh…I have a mate remember,” I chuckled, he looked away blushing slightly, “Just teasing.”

“Ah, lucky bastard,” he laughed out loud.

“Be safe tomorrow, don't die,” I gave him a bone crushing hug as he reciprocated, letting go a little when I winced from the pain.

*

The next day was the day of the battle. I stayed mostly with the children and healers. Jake stopped by with a spare earpiece and communication device, he helped me put it around my neck as I popped in the earpiece. He gave a quick kiss on my temple before taking off toward his Toruk. 

“Don't die Jake! Or I'll kill you myself!” I yelled after him as he waved back, mounting his massive red banshee.

Corralling the kids and injured into a cave we sat inside as four warriors stood guard at the entrance in case any sky demons happened to find us. I hoped Lyle was fine and hadn't been found out yet by Quaritch. He promised he would come find me, but as the battle approached I feared that he would be killed. 

The thundering footsteps of direhorses could be heard as they charged. The small pebbles in the cave were shaking as the walls vibrated violently. The sniffles of the children and injured made me quite alert of their fear. My nose twitched slightly. Pressing the comms, I called for Jake.

“If you find Lyle, get him outta there,” I tell him.

“I will, copy that,” he confirmed

I kept my fingers on the comm buttons listening in on the conversations. It was hard, especially when things started ramping up. Hearing the distant cries of banshees, explosions, loud thundering footsteps of direhorses, everything melding together in one giant mess. And here I was in a cave, not fighting with the other na’vi. I was hesitant, fearing, but the idea of losing those I love scared me even more. A strength in me grew, my memories of all the tears spilled. The death of Tommy, my mother, Anuk, and Sylwanin, made me fear the death of Jake, of Grace, Tsu’tey and Neytiri. I can fight so why shouldn't I? Before I knew it I was standing, brushing off the leaves off my back leaving the cool balm of dapophet (plant used to soothe skin that has been burned as well as to speed the healing of cuts and other injuries), I ran out of the cave to Grace and Mo’at’s surprise, snatching the spear from a guard, I charged in the direction of the fight. Following in the footsteps of direhorses I soon came upon the terrible screams of both Na’vi and humans. It was absolute carnage. I managed to dodge some flying bullets and falling debris using the trees as coverage. Some Na’vi ran back, rushing past me. A na’vi falling in front of me, I quickly moved her out of the way into the cover of the trees as some copter flew into the canopy. Pushing back a little bit, I forced the woman forward before yanking another to stand, dragging him behind another tree as stray bullets flew our direction. A familiar figure hopped over a fallen log making his way back.

“Norm!” I managed to avoid the explosions of missiles and bullets, getting to Norm and yanking him away.

“(Y/N)! You're not supposed to be here!” 

“JUST RUN!!!” I screamed over all the noise. Before taking off back into the fight, hopping over fallen logs, swinging the spear at an unexpecting human, Yanking his gun from his hands, I sprayed some bullets at some surviving humans. My eyes looked through their masks to see if it was Lyle first. 

“You're not Lyle,” I looked at a human who was shooting me. Suddenly a banshee dropped into the canopy. A samson right on her tail as a person in an AMP suit shot the ikran. I charged forward shooting the gun at the humans getting closer to the ikran and it's rider. It was Neytiri, who was thrown off landing hard on the ground. 

“Neytiri!” I ran to her as she scrambled to her ikran calling her name, explosions happening all around us as I used the fallen log as cover. “Neytiri! Stay down!” I yelled at her, but she could only look at the carnage. The flames grew larger by the minute, burning everything in it's path. The earpiece buzzed on, Jake was calling for Tsu’tey, for Trudy but they didn't answer. Oh no. 

“Neytiri, we have to go,” I pulled her up as the sound of footsteps and moaning of metal suits got closer. Pulling her behind a tree to avoid being seen. Bullets were being shot at random as a soldier holding a flamethrower shooting out flames. Knowing that Lyle would be in an AMP suit he must be close by. 

Jake’s voice called out to Neytiri on comms, the footsteps getting closer.

“They are very close. They are many,” she gasped for air, forgetting I was with her for a moment.

“Do not attack,” Jake ordered through our earpieces, “Do you read me, Neytiri? Do not attack!”

She crouched down next to me. I had to think fast. If Lyle was here on the ground, Neytiri would kill him. I grit my teeth before doing the unthinkable.

“Lyle!” I screamed out, the footsteps coming to a stop.

“Hey, did you hear that?” A soldier asked.

“Lyle! Don't shoot!” I reached my hand out the side of the tree covering us, Neytiri pulled my hands back making distressed sounds, I scrambled to get her off. “Lyle! I love you!” I screamed as loud as I could. The sudden sound of bullet rounds and screams of humans startled the two of us, but none of it was fired at the tree that hid us. Next was the sound of shattering glass of another nearby AMP suits followed by pained screams and it finally quietened down.

“(Y/N)!!!” Lyle screamed back, he was close by. I could hear it. I poked my head out much to Neytiri’s distress gently pushing her off, seeing Lyle in his AMP suit.

“Lyle!” I ran to him, as he dropped his large assault rifle, he grabbed his mask from inside the AMP suit shoving it on his face and he opened the front of the mechanical beast. Reaching out towards me. I pulled him out of it.

“(Y/N)! Thank god!” He wrapped his arms around my neck as I hugged him back, careful not to use my full strength.

“Lyle,” I squeezed him a little.

“I promised you, remember. I promised I'll come find you,” Lyle reminded me. I could hear Neytiri behind me snarl.

“Get away from the sky demon,” Neytiri yowled, her voice dripping with fury. I turned to face her.

“Neytiri, sister. I will not! He is my mate,” She drew her bow pointing it at me, I moved Lyle behind me putting myself between them.

“Move!” Neytiri hissed.

“No! He is my mate, just like Jake! He is human too, but you love him. You mated with him,” her eyes widened a little at that. The mechanical whirring of an approaching AMP suit disturbed our interaction, turning our heads in that direction. I grabbed Lyle, careful not to jostle him too much. We quickly moved as Neytiri let her arrow fly at the approaching AMP suit.

“What do we do?” Lyle wrapped his arms around my neck as I carried him on my back, I could hear a quiet gasp, he rested his small hand on my burnt back.

“We run, hold on tight,” I say to him, he locks his legs around my torso, but a sudden deafening sound of a stampede breaks through the air. “Neytiri!” I gesture for her to run for cover, in the distance the large beasts of hammerhead titanothere charged through the land roaring at the approaching humans. 

“Jake, Eywa has heard you,” she pressed on her comms, “Eywa has heard you!” She triumphantly raised her bow yelling into the air.

Netiri grabbed my arm, as we ran toward the stampede avoiding spraying bullets. As we ran through the stampede, Lyle used his handgun, turning to shoot at the soldiers behind us. Watching as the AMP suit he drove was crushed by an elephant sized beast. He winced, noting that if he was in that, he would’ve died instantly. A flurry of viperwolf sped past us attacking the soldiers, though one did turn around as Lyle was hanging on my back, I snarled at it and it left us alone.

The loud snarl of a thanator slowed us down as it pounced down from a half fallen log. Though it didn't attack, instead bowing its head in submission. Neytiri turned to me slack jawed, as I pushed her to make tsaheylu and get on it's back.

“Jake! What is happening?!” I asked through the comms.

“The banshees are attacking!” He called through the earpiece, “Quaritch is near the Tree! I have to go!” 

“Go! Let's go!” I urged her ahead, “I'm right behind you!” Spear still in hand I followed after with haste, with Lyle strapped in on my back like a little kid. Neytiri sped off on the palulukan leaving me in the dust. Running forward as loud explosions above us could be heard. “Lyle! Why is Quaritch near the Tree of Souls?”

“He’s gonna blow it sky high!” I heard him yell. What? Oh Eywa.

Sliding to a halt, I started running to a shortcut. One arm keeping Lyle steady as the other gripped onto the spear, I dodged falling debris cutting to a clearing where part of Site 26 sat. jumping over logs, and sliding down a small decline. A loud explosion caught my eye, above us as flaming metal parts flew down, nearly hitting us. 

“Holy crap! I think that’s Quaritch!” Lyle shouted over the crashing metal pieces. Getting to my feet I was blown down from the massive bird colliding into the ground, scrambling away from the heat I could the clearing as I approached. The shiny metal of the small link unit gleaming from the sunlight. But also an AMP suit pinning Neytiri down. Without a thought, I switched the spear to my dominant hand, using my speed I used my inertia, turning my body– back in high school I was the best javelin thrower, throwing the furthest and breaking an unbreakable ten year record of 10.3 metres long– and I was about to break it again. Throwing the spear with great speed. I managed to shatter the glass of the AMP suit. The strike managed to knock the heavy metal suit to the ground. I slowed my steps as Jake entered the fray. Getting to Neytiri, Lyle got off my back as I helped push the poor palulukan off her leg.

“Neytiri!” Jake yelled. A sudden laugh from inside the AMP suit caught us off guard. He’s not dead. The arms of the suit gripped the wooden handle of the spear, the machine sitting up as Quaritch’s voice called out.

“You almost got me there (Y/N). Just about,” through the shattered glass I could see the end of the spear piercing his shoulder, just missing his head.

“Give it up, Quaritch!” Jake yelled at him, “It's all over.”

“Nothing’s over while I'm still breathing,” Quarithch came to a full stand as Jake ran for a nearby weapon engaging in a fight. I returned to push off the palulukan as Lyle helped lift, creating enough space for Neytiri to wiggle out. She pulled me back as Lyle stepped forward, pointing his gun at the AMP suit. 

“Sir! Stop!” Lyle yelled at Quaritch. Jake was dodging Quaritch’s movements but managed to grab ahold of Jake’s braid. Jake screamed out in pain. Taking that opportunity Lyle moved forward shooting at the glass, further breaking it. Quaritch’s movements stopped, dropping Jake’s braid as the toxic Pandoran air seeped through the cracks. Quaritch moved quickly, putting on his emergency mask. Then took a hold of the embedded spear, yanking it out of his shoulder and glass front. Finally popping open the glass section. Quaritch got a good look at the shooter.

“Corporal Wainfleet?! You're with them?” Lyle didn't say anything, knowing that he might die if he answered truthfully. ”Wainfleet!” Quaritch yelled again. Lyle fearfully pointed his weapon at his Commander. “Alright then,” Quaritch lowered his voice, in an unexpected action Quaritch threw the spear at Lyle. But Jake moved faster, tackling Lyle out of the way, rolling them away, before getting back up on his feet. Taking a hold of the spear that struck the earth, I ran to grab Lyle who looked pained and slightly pale. Jake spun the spear around as Quaritch charged him, managing to aim the spear at Quaritch’s chest, not missing like I did. A squelch could be heard as all movements stopped. Quaritch stumbled back, almost as if he was taken aback. His eyes were glazed over as he turned to look at the lot of us. Turning to Neytiri, she struck an arrow in his chest. A small gasp escaped Quaritch’s lips. And another arrow was struck for extra measure. The large machine collapsed in a heap as Quaritch lay dying in his AMP suit, taking a final breath before dying.

“Lyle?” I looked back down at my small lover, holding the back of his head for support.

“Ugh…M-my leg. I think I broke my leg,” he mumbled. I looked down to his legs, his right left bent in an unnatural way, scaring me.

“Shit. Oh shit,” I cursed, “Baby, it's alright. I’ll get you some help.” 

*

Returning to Hell’s Gate, we managed to gather the humans to send them back to earth, and Lyle was treated for his broken leg. A few humans, the avatar drivers, our allies, were chosen to stay on Pandora. Lyle being one of them. Jake trusted him as Lyle had proved himself to be an ally, though Neytiri was still apprehensive about it she accepted it. I learnt from Jake and Neytiri after their search party for Tsu’tey, that he had died in battle. They searched for Trudy, but she too had passed away. Of course I was struck by grief and saddened by this news, I was close with both of them. But Jake assured me that Tsu’tey was no longer in pain and he was with Sylwanin now, and Trudy was with Eywa. They are both at peace. A funeral would be held for all those killed.

But here I am now. In Hell’s Gate, safe, with the man I love, with the people I love, with Grace. That was all I ever wanted, and I'm glad we survived. There is no longer an Avatar Program, but we will continue our research and studies to better understand Pandora. This is (Y/N) speaking her last log. As a fully fledged Na’vi, still alive. Over and out. I smiled at the camera, turning it off.

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Tua, season 4, ep 2 thoughts.

Again. Spoilers.

-Okay, so Ben did return them their powers! Expected it when he made them drink but then thought he didn't do it.

-I did not need to see Luther all hairy in only thong....

-Wtf is wrong with Lila?!

-Oh, Klaus didn't drink!

-Hmm, did he accidentally spill the thing over Ben and that's why he has these tails?!

-Also, this time it's not from his stomach, it seems.

-So, are they powers all messed up now?! I think the thing that Ben somehow blasted looks like what the girl from the Sparrows could do, with the hallucinations. Or it could be just, yk, inl because of the tentacles.

-Wait. Is what Lila doing with her eyes another power of the girl that could control birds could do while she had eyes?!

-Oops. Realised I don't remember half of the Sparrow's names :/

-Knew I should have rewatched.

-The rest are right to be angry, tbh.

-So many people calling Ben Benjamin this season 😅😅

-"the Klaus Claire likes" 🥹🥹🥹 I somewhat expected him to be suddenly super aware of being mortal but I still think he's a bit odd. Love him anyway.

-Oh, nooo. I was eatinggg. Why did this thing with Ben had to happen now?! 😔😔😔

-So they were mentioning the Jennifer thing before but now the name doesn't seem to ring a bell. I guess it's a pretty common name, thoo.

-Are they all sick? I'll stop eating, just in case...

-Oh, no, I wasn't expecting Baby Shark....

-Somehow makes sense, thoo. All my friends with children have it play on repeat at home....

-Klaus losing his mind and Victor just going off or whatever he does when everyone started getting sick in the car. I mean, legit. 💀💀💀💀💀💀

-Diego is somehow the "mum friend (brother)", I didn't expect it but wow.

-Oh, yeah, Diego totally thinks Lila is cheating. But didn't get it's Five?

-Five saying good things about Lila ❤️

-Ben being totally done after he's responsible 😬😬

-Klaus calling him "Benerino" again!

-Not Diego wearing that suit again.

-Oh, wow. Ben telling someone else their attitude sucks? The audacity....

-Also this woman's name tag saying sth else but why do I think this is Jennifer??

-Allison and Victor being so awkward...

-Kinda love what Victor said to her.

-I hope that's not Diego's idea for Christmas presents 💀💀

-Oh, okay, Klaus hadn't changed that much...

-Wait, as far as I know the Tarot card for death is actually not a bad omen? It meant new begining or something. (Unless my tarot reading friend was just saying it to make me feel at ease, lol.)

-"SparrowBit" 💀

-Ok, so it's not Jennifer. Unless she lying?

-Are their powers sorta failing them?

-Ummm, what's suddenly going on with all the people?

-I feel like Five's gonna get into some trouble.

-What's actually going on?!?

-Okkk, knew the subway can't be trusted. (Actually knew that one for years now)

-Lila and Diego fighting while being in the middle of getting shot at. 😅 They really are a family.

-Wow. That thing Diego did was so cool!

-He kinda shot lots of people but...

-Yay, Lila's laser eyes worked!

-Oh, ok, so this is Jennifer. (Or is it?)

-Yeah, ok, soo I was right about Rosie.

-What?!? No. No. Just nooo!!!!! Klaussss, noooooooooooo!!!!!!

-I hope how's the time they show that him being immortal was because God kicked him out, not because of his powers, or I swear-

-Ew, that thing Ben did was as.... Both gross and cool.

-They just abandoned the rest? Doesn't matter, Klaus is dying!

-Can't Allison rumour these people?

-Good.

-Not that song again....

-Ok, good. That's how they'll bring Klaus's powers back. More important is, he's not gonna die.

-What was this hand touching??

-Ughhh. Gene and Jean.

[the-bi-space-ace]

Thanks @saturn-sends-hugs for tagging me!

Rules: Post the first sentence in your last 10 works; if you don’t have 10, do as many as you have.

The dark halls of the factory loomed over them like a storm cloud on Kamino. This one is from the first chapter of the sequel to "You're Calling Me Home Like A Ship That Got Wrecked". (psst I am 6k words into that chapter rn)

Fear is a natural response. Everyone is afraid of something. I felt like you at least deserved the first two sentences of this one. This is from something I've been working on for like... 6 months lol. I keep plucking away at it and never really finishing it. The batch and their fears and how they've dealt with them.

Crosshair finished putting his rifle in its case, cleaning off some oil and gunpowder before he did so. I don't even know what this idea is? It reads like the first draft of Chapter 1 of A Matter of Trust but I can't be sure tbh.

Echo turned onto his side, feet kicking at Crosshair's under the blanket as they got comfortable. Oh this is fluff. Nothing but tooth rotting ridiculously cute and sweet fluff. I never finished it. I think it's only 300 words. But the premise is like. The first day Echo and Crosshair actually get along. And it is so sweet.

Echo’s feet pounded on the ground as they carried him towards the ship - blood rushing in his ears while the collapsing building shook the earth. I had this idea to start writing little baby fics about head canons that I have (or trying to write them and fit them into my fics somehow) and this one in particular is focused on the head canon I have that the first time Echo hugged Crosshair he went: gross then hugged Echo back really tight. Fluffy as hell. This first line does not really convey 'fluff' but trust me. It's fluffy.

Crosshair registered the brief moment Echo froze. Wow I really have a theme going on here. Echo again. Aaaaaaand Crosshair again who would've guessed. More of them learning how to get along but this particular bit is actually something that would end up in... maybe the middle of a fic? Crosshair says something shitty and Echo gets pissed. That's as far as I got. Figured it could go into a larger fic eventually.

When Hunter offered Echo a place with Clone Force 99 he had known things wouldn’t be smooth sailing immediately.  Wow shocker it's about Echo again! The first line actually doesn't represent the fic idea super well. Echo dissociates and Hunter eventually needs to call Rex because he can't figure out how to snap Echo out of it. Fluff and comfort to follow!

Long before any of the other squad members were roused from their sleep Hunter was up, staring at his comm like it would come to life at any moment. Yet another one where I really don't know where I was going with it. Hunter is stressed about... something??? I'm sorry I am lost lol

Hunter watched through the slats as the group of droids and the Seppie general ran down the hall to investigate their little distraction. Aaaaaaaah this is a very very early draft for a chapter in "You're Calling Me Home Like A Ship That Got Wrecked". The rescue scene was originally very different.

Their escape had been going well, for the most part. Spoiler alert: their escape did not go well. This is a random scene? I wrote a random scene where they all get back from something traumatizing and it's the comfort part of the hurt/comfort fic! I tend to write scenes when they come to my mind and then fit them into larger ideas later on. I can not believe there were actually ten wips in my drafts.... the scary part is that there are more lol

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[fionacle]

read tags before proceeding i’m still talking about gross stuff (long post)

this post isn’t saying that you can’t/shouldn’t want a baby/to be pregnant/to give birth, but it does talk about why one wouldn’t want to, so if you’d rather not read then don’t. note that if any information is inaccurate that’s because the most research i did for this post was googling ‘are babies parasites’ and reading the first sentence of the first result. i am 17 and have never been pregnant or done anything that could get me pregnant. this is a post about fears and discomforts based on observations and memories. this also refers to having vagina + boobs, not everyone who gives birth has boobs, and some HAD a vagina but don’t anymore, but the typical people who try to force kids on you are cis people with typical genitals, so i want to talk about them. especially since i, while being trans and having dysphoria about my chest, have those parts myself. if there’s any part of the pregnancy experience i describe as negative that you see otherwise please don’t be mad, once again this is a post about how i feel.

it’s so bizarre to me that it’s so expected to want to. i know why it’s the norm, when you have such a big milestone in your life you expect it for other people, most people get paternal instincts, and having babies continues the species. but think about it. i won’t get into why you may or may not want to make a baby but there’s artificial insemination anyway so what does it matter. my point is i’m uncomfortable with being intimate, and don’t want someone else’s dna inside me, so that’s step one off the shelf so easily, and all anyone can say is ‘you’ll grow out of those feelings’ (which only makes someone angrier about the thought of pregnancy).

anyway now you have one in you. it’s growing. there is an organism inside of you. people talk about that as so pleasant, but it feels like an alien movie to me. i don’t think baby’s are actually technically parasites, but they function a lot like one in my opinion. they’re attached to you. they suck out your resources for themselves. no matter what you do there is a living thing inside of you and that is a horror i cannot begin to fathom being desirable. did you know lice live under your skin? to me having a baby within me sounds comparable to having a tapeworm. then there’s complications. if you have a miscarriage, you may have to carry a corpse within you to term. dead flesh inside of you. for months. things like that. you get hormones that make you obsessive, rearranging your “nest”, strange cravings. and you have to restrict your intake for the health of the baby. eat more vegetables so it gets vitamins, i don’t anyway but not drugs or alcohol because that could mess up the baby. no excessive activity for most because it could hurt the baby if you fall on your stomach or something, later in the pregnancy the baby bump may be so big some activities aren’t even an option anymore.

now you’re giving birth. ow. fucking ow. labor sucked and you soaked your pants with the water breaking. assuming you’re having a hospital pregnancy, you better pray you have someone you love in the room holding your hand. you better pray the pain medicine kicks in. no matter what, you feel a little body shoving through your hole, and some fuckin guy’s head is between your legs. they’re saying ‘push! push!’ but you barely know what that means! what if the baby comes out feet-first and gets choked by the umbilical cord? this thing you worked so hard to get could just die before you even hold it. assuming you WANT the baby, that’s a huge loss too, and you’ll probably have a whole room prepared that you’ll never be able to look at again without dying a bit, will you give up or try again? another 3/4 year dedicated to some creature you’ve never met and don’t know the fate of. you could also have a c-section, wow a tummy scar that’s fun. that pregnancy and birth could’ve killed you. if you’d had an abortion it could’ve killed you too.

you could also adopt.

so you have your baby. what’s the problem now? first off, potential health problems. what if your baby has a bad heart? what if it’s missing skin on its face or has some other deformity? you should love your child just the same and this doesn’t diminish their worth, but you were expecting a perfect one. a healthy one. maybe you knew about the complications before the birth, but now you have to look at them on your own baby.

your baby is home. you now have to spend a fortune feeding and clothing and teaching it. can you afford that? can you handle the responsibility? do you have others in your life willing to help? if you can’t handle this baby and give it away, will the hormones your body made to make you attached to this baby tear you apart? you’re still lactating, if you don’t empty your boobs that’s gonna swell and hurt and maybe even get infected. what if you keep the baby, but give it all the same traumas your parents gave you. what if you miss milestones? what if there’s another caretaker actively hurting your child but you don’t know how to stop them?

you’ll lose friends too. child—havers tend to stick together, and it’s not all, but there are people without kid who will leave you for having them. they think you’re boring now, or you just can’t relate to each other anymore. your life is your baby, and now you’re not your own person anymore. your child will struggle to see you as a full person too, since you’re their god. you can choose to prioritize yourself, but then aren’t you a bad parent?

your baby grows up. your baby is in school. they’re not your baby, they’re your kid. they’re getting bullied. what do you do? will the pain and shock of your little one being a victim make you scream at them? will you have any actually helpful advice?

your child is even older now. uh oh, they’re showing signs of neurodivergence. maybe even queerness. if you’re against these things, you’ll push back and make them hide themself from you and others, maybe even themself, hurting them in the long run. you don’t know how to deal with these things, you didn’t sign up for this, why couldn’t you just have a normal kid? even if you’re neurodivergent yourself the added responsibility of a child with “special” needs is no easy thing to manage.

your child gets older. they wrecked your car. shit. can you afford to fix that? what’s an appropriately-sized punishment?

they’re 18. they’re leaving you. empty nest. you threw away your life for theirs, what do you do now? the pieces from the trash have all climbed out and moved on, you can’t just pick them up again. you barely even have friends anymore. what the fuck do you do?

and then you have to face your own death twice as much. when i die, will my child have the abilities and resources to care for themself?

so just in case you were ever unsure how to defend not wanting kids, outside of a simple lack of desire, here this is. if you’re the forcing type, hopefully this changes how you go about things, or at least makes you a bit more understanding.

pregnancy can kill you physically, but the toll carrying and raising a child take on you mentally? what part of that is worth it if you don’t REALLY want a kid? and even then, if you assess yourself as an unfit parent (abuse/neglect/etc.), you shouldn’t go for it. it’d be an incredibly corrupt and horrible system, but i think about that baby license idea a lot.

[tokito-dulya20]

THANKS FOR THE TAG CLOUDY!!! (doing this as ilona for my rp account: @ask-ilona-dulina)

 So you’ve decided to join the Demon Slayer Corps! What brought you here?

  “When I was 10 years old, a demon, a frost demon to be specific attacked me and my little siblings but I was the one with injuries since it bit my neck. My siblings were in perfect condition since it didn’t harm them even though it attempted to, but I wouldn’t let that happen. I killed the demon somehow and I told my siblings to run away from me since I feared for their safety because I was now half demon.”     

Wow, that’s terrible. And how did you prepare for the Final Selection? 

“I actually trained myself, since I created frost breathing. I did also teach myself self defense in case of any situation.”

What was the worst injury you sustained, or the closest you came to death?

        “As a hashira there was one time, I encountered another frost demon. I was knocked out and woke up in a cave with other frost demons. It looked like some ‘clan’ or ‘family’ of frost demons. They tortured me by beating me and stabbed my left shoulder with my own nichirin sword. I somehow managed to fight and kill them all. I eventually passed out from shock and blood loss.”

Well, you survived, that’s good! Now that you’re in the Corp, what does your haori look like?

      “My haori is nothing that fancy as others. It has a pastel baby blue ombre pattern on my haori. I had it when I was younger, I didn’t wear it till I became a hashira.”

Your crow doesn’t have a name! What name do you choose?

 “I couldn’t think of a name for a few days until I thought of a name for her. My crow’s name is Tsukiko , even though it means ‘moon child' and and my crow is a female. I gave Tsukiko a little scarf I made because I didn’t want my crow to look too plain like the others or too fancy like Tengen’s crow.’”

Do you prefer solo missions or working with friends? 

“For me, it depends and I actually do both. But mostly, I do solo missions as some people find me intimidating or scary.”

Be honest. How scared are you? 

 “Yes, I do have anxiety, but I don’t get scared unless it’s my siblings or other children. I have had a few panic attacks before.”

Oh… oh dear. This isn’t good. Looks like you got turned into a demon. How did this come about?

 “As I said before, I’m half demon. So it’s the same thing I have mentioned before.”

I see. So what sorts of people do you like to eat?

  “I don’t know if I have a specific type of people I enjoy. But the only thing I have sort of ate was my own blood, because it tastes like strawberries. ”

Sounds gross to me, but whatever floats your boat. What are your thoughts on that, you know, that one guy, he whom we shall not name? 

   “For me, I don’t have much of an opinion on the specific person. Since I don’t interact as much with them or anyone in general.”

Got any cool characteristics or Blood Techniques? 

 “All I do is cut or scratch myself and use my blood to smear it on my opponent. Once, It has been smeared, my blood instantly turns into ice or frost. Which is why my blood demon art is called ‘Bloody Frostbite’ as it is more severe than an average frostbite.”

Oh… whoops. You died. Happens to a lot of demons. Care to describe how that happened?

“Well, I can’t describe much about my death. I wish it was peaceful though, but I recall that I have shed some tears before death.”

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Fill in your answers, tag people if you like, and feel free to add more questions! Fun additional recommendations:  Translation of the Official “What Breath Should You Study” quiz! Shonen Jump official Kimetsu no Yaiba character generator!  Questions: 

1. So you’ve decided to join the Demon Slayer Corps! What brought you here? 2. Wow, that’s terrible. And how did you prepare for the Final Selection?  3. What was the worst injury you sustained, or the closest you came to death?  4. Well, you survived, that’s good! Now that you’re in the Corp, what does your haori look like? 5. Your crow doesn’t have a name! What name do you choose?  6. Do you prefer solo missions or working with friends?  7. Be honest. How scared are you?  8. Oh… oh dear. This isn’t good. Looks like you got turned into a demon. How did this come about?  9. I see. So what sorts of people do you like to eat?  10. Sounds gross to me, but whatever floats your boat. What are your thoughts on that, you know, that one guy, he whom we shall not name?  11. Got any cool characteristics or Blood Techniques?  12. Oh… whoops. You died. Happens to a lot of demons. Care to describe how that happened? Better luck next life!

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sometimes i randomly remember that instead of 'cute, innocent, funny guy' jun's fandom-assigned archetype used to be 'narcissistic fuckboy' back until like 2018ish 🧍‍♀️

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Mistletoe

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You’re starting to think Natasha is getting you under the mistletoe on purpose

Note: Yay holidays! I got this idea while decorating. It’s soft Mama Nat. I know I’ve added some kiddos to the family, so if y’all ever need me to clarify who anyone is let me know! I have many headcanons. Enjoy!

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“Again?” You ask your wife as your eyes catch a plant hanging above you on the doorframe. It’s accented with a red bow.

“Rules are rules, detka,” Natasha says with a smile, one that you’re convinced is mischievous in nature.

“I guess you’re right.”

“Come here,” Natasha says as she pulls you closer with her hands on your hips. She kisses your lips once, twice, and on the third time you feel little hands reaching up your legs.

“I want kisses!” Your youngest daughter, Belle, shouts at you two. You two break apart and you lift her onto your hip.

Natasha kisses Belle’s cheeks until she’s giggling so wildly that she’s squirming in your arms.

You put her down on the floor and she runs off to help her siblings at more decorations to the Christmas tree.

“Let’s go join in,” Natasha suggests. She takes your hand pulls you to the living room. It’s a wonderful sight as your kids work together to hang ornaments.

“Mama look!” Belle says as she’s being lifted up by your son Ivan to hang an ornament high in the tree.

“Wow! That’s amazing, beautiful girl!” You cheer her on.

“And thank you for helping her, Ivan,” Natasha adds. He gives her a smile.

You start helping add ornaments to the tree and it doesn’t take long before everyone is hungry, so you decide to order some pizza. When you come back from the front door with the food, Natasha is waiting at the doorframe and pointing upwards.

“Babe, are you doing this on purpose?” You ask her.

“Am I doing what on purpose?” Nat asks with a cheesy grin.

“I love you,” you say as you lean over the pizzas in your arms and kiss her.

“I love you more, y/n.”

“Gross,” your oldest daughter Ali remarks as she walks to you and takes the pizzas from your arms.

“We’re not gross!” You reply.

“They’re just cheesy, Al. And don’t act like you aren’t the same way,” Jack adds in. He’s become more comfortable with sibling banter and it makes you so happy.

“And that’s why Jack is my favorite,” you joke.

“Whatever,” Ali says. “At least I’m Mama’s favorite.”

“No way! That’s me! Or maybe Taylor,” Ivan says.

“Okay, settle down kids. You’re all our favorites, and we love you so much we even got you pizza. Please eat,” Nat says. She’s always good at corralling the kids.

Everyone eats pizza as Christmas music continues to play. The decorations go up and by the end of the night your house is a winter wonderland.

You get all of the kids in bed at a decent time after watching Elf. As you turn off the last light, you make your way to your bedroom.

Natasha is sitting under the covers and you notice a green plant accented with a red bow above her on the headboard.

“A coincidence?” You ask her.

“Hm maybe. But rules are rules,” Natasha says.

You walk to her and kiss her cheeks. And then her forehead and then her nose.

“Please baby, mistletoe constitutes real kisses,” Natasha says, her voice raspy and flirty.

“Oh, does it? Is that why my wife has been putting them all around the house and getting me under them?”

“She has good reasons,” Natasha replies.

“She does. I love you so much,” you tell her. You kiss her.

“I love you most,” Nat says before she pulls you in once again.

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