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All the milestones (Lando Norris)

Fraser came earthside earlier than you expected

Note: english is not my first language. Believe it or not, I'm also a preemie (genetically and health wise, I am a catch, I know). Jokes aside as this is a serious topic, I was born at thirty three weeks because of some complications and it all turned out well, but I am aware of what it entailed from people telling me and it isn't something I've seen around here! Knowing that the diversity I write brings comfort to read and to ask this warms my heart up so much 🫶 I'm also basing this off of my mum's experience!

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Tw: mentions c-section and themes related to hospital stays and procedures, prematurity, pre-eclampsia

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"I'm really sorry I can't go with you, darling", Lando apoligised as he set the plate with lunch in front of you, "it's okay, it's just an ultrasound", you responded, "we're just going to check if everything is alright with you, right, little one?", you tapped your babybump softly. At thirty weeks pregnant, you were starting to feel the tiredness and aches like you had felt in your previous pregnancy, only now you had a toddler to look after as well, so you had been taking it easy. Fortunately, you were able to juggle work and family life in a way that allowed you to make the minimum compromise to both spheres of your life.

"Drink your water, baby", Lando reminded you, tapping the jug, "I'm going to pick up my dad from the airport and then we'll both get Tilly. Are you feeling like going out for dinner or should I get take out and we eat here?", he questioned, taking a bite of his food.

"I'd prefer to stay in", you stated, "are you feeling like anything special?", he asked back.

"Right now I can't think of anything", you offered, not really looking forward to eating the delicious food in front of you if you were really being honest. Still, you manage to eat the most of it.

"Have a good meeting, Lan, I love you", you said as you put your coat on, grabbing your bag with all your documents.

"Be safe, okay, baby?", he checked, kissing the top of your head and then kissing your baby bump, "and you too, buddy, keep yourself and mummy safe and sound, don't give her too much trouble", he said, helping you out of the door before you went on your separate ways, "I love you, gorgeous mummy!", he winked before he got inside his car.

Once you arrived at the hospital and checked yourself in, your midwife Amelia greeted you in the examination room, "how have you been feeling, Y/N?", she asked as she slipped the bad on your arm to get your blood pressure numbers, sending the urine sample to the lab.

"I've been feeling a little tired, especially compared to last time, which I can only put down to having Tilly, and she's a very calm child", you giggled, remaining quiet as the machine got your numbers.

"These look quite high, did you run up here?", she asked, "no, I got here earlier than I expected actually, I've been sitting on the waiting room for a bit", you scrunched your face.

"We'll just wait for your results and then we'll see if it's something we have to wordy about", she tranquilized, "let's see you baby boy, shall we?", she smiled as you lifted your shirt, letting her apply the cream and move the wand around.

"There's your son, Y/N", she smiled, "He's a bit quiet, but the heartbeat sounds good", she smiled, taking a few more pictures so you could bring them home for Lando and Matilda to see.

A knock on the door alerted you both as Amelia was taking your measurements, "I have the results for Y/N Y/L/N-Norris", your OB checked, seeing you in the room, "Hi, Y/N, I thought I'd only see you later", she said as she walked in. She pulled on a stool and sat on it, "your results are indicating that you might be in pre-eclampsia", she said as she showed the tablet's screen to Amelia, her stern expression confirming your suspicions on how serious the situation was, "your body is having trouble keeping up with everything, hence your high blood pressure and your urine results suggest your kidneys are working overtime as well", Dr. Martin said as you straightened up, hands coming to wrap around your baby bump protectively, "your baby is fine, so that's not a big worry, but we do think it would be best if we delivered him tonight", she advised.

"But he's too small", you argued.

"You're at thirty weeks, which isn't ideal, but the survival rate is very very high for babies born at this time, and we also have a team that is specialised in preemie care, so he will be in the best hands", she comforted, "we need to give you corticosteroids to make sure the baby's lungs are ready for when he comes earthside, we'll get you admitted and monitor you and the baby to make sure he's not struggling either. In a few days, depending on how this goes, we'll do a c-section. I know it's not ideal, but this is the best way to make sure you and baby boy stay safe".

Sighing, you nodded, "okay, whatever is best for both of us", you asserted, "I just need to call Lando - my father in-law is coming to stay for a bit and they're getting Matilda from school", you thought out loud.

"Absolutely, dear, everything is going to be just fine", Amelia conforted while Dr. Martin set you up to go to a room.

Lando helped Matilda up to her car seat, strapping her in as she spoke to his father, "and did you have a good day, princess?", Adam asked, "yes, we coloured lots and we saw a couple of butterflies when we were having our snack!", she smiled as Lando drove home.

The car system alerted them of a call from you, "hey, beautiful, I'm in the car with my father and Tilly - say hi to mummy, babygirl!", he encouraged, "Hi, mummy!", she cheered, "Hey Y/N", Adam greeted too.

"Hey, guys! Lando, can you give the phone to your dad, please?", you asked, "sure, love", he said as he disconnected the phone from the car, nodding his father to take the phone in the console.

"Hey, Y/N, is everything alright?", Adam asked over the phone, "Hey, Adam, I hope you travelled well! I'm not sure if Lando told you, but I had an appointment today, and it turns out I have to be admitted", you began, "I don't want to worry him, much less when he's driving, so as soon as you get home, can you tell him to call me back again, please? Baby Fraser might join us sooner than we expected", you mumbled, nerves obvious in your voice as Adam stayed with a neutral face.

"Absolutely, Y/N, I'll let him know", he said before hanging up.

"What was it? Is everything alright?", Lando asked, knowing there would be a reason as to why you didn't want to have everyone listening to the conversation.

Checking the rearview mirror to see Matilda playing with one of her books, Adam clarified Lando, "she is going to stay at the hospital for a little longer than she expected for some check ups, she didn't want Matilda to hear about it", he said. It wasn't too much of a lie, and he certainly didn't want to scare anyone and since Lando would be calling you anyway, it could wait for a bit, "she asked you to call her when you got home. Don't worry, I'll keep Matilda entertained", he smiled.

Once they arrived, Adam left his things in the guest bedroom and met Matilda in the kuchen, "grandpa will make you some snacks. What do you want, darling?", he asked as he urged Lando to go and make a call to you.

"Hi, baby", Lando said as you picked up, "dad said you wanted me to call you, is everything alright?", he asked as he stepped inside the bedroom, hanging his coat in the closet.

"Hi, my love", you sighed and sending Lando into alert, "when they did my check up, Amelia took my blood pressure and it was really high, and my urine sample didn't look great either. It turns out I'm in pre-eclampsia and they want to keep me for observation, and it's likely Fraser will join us in the next few days", you added, "I need you here -, and things for me", you let out.

"Are you okay? I'll start packing right away", he said as he put his phone on speaker, looking for pyjamas and toiletries.

"My blood pressure is high - so far there's no distress for the baby, and they want to keep him in for as long as they can", you explained, "I, I am fine staying here on my own, that's okay, but I really need you here for a bit", you asked, "of course, my love. I'm going to pack these up quick and I'll be there. I love you", he said before you said it back, putting his phone in his pocket and zipping the bag.

"Daddy, where are you going?", Matilda asked as she saw the bag, "princess, mummy is going to stay in the hospital for a bit so the doctors can make sure her and baby are okay, and daddy is going to take a few things for her", he announced, crouching down so he was at her level.

"Is mummy sick?", she pouted, "she's a little tired, so they're going to make sure she rests up as much as she can", he slipped out, "I'm going to be there for a little bit to giver her her pyjamas so she's comfy, and then I'll be right back, okay? Can you stay here with grandpa?", he asked.

"Okay, daddy", she said before walking away, "but wait!", she called from the hall.

"I'll get dinner started and tuck her in if it gets too late - she didn't want me to tell you until you were home", he apoligised, "I know, I know, thanks for being here, it was bloody good timing", Lando mused.

Matilda came back with one of her stuffed toys, a McLaren bear she loved, "this is for mummy, so she doesn't sleep alone", she smiled sweetly. Maybe her innocence was positive because it meant she was dealing with the situation quite well.

"I'll give it to mummy, baby girl, I bet she'll love it", he smiled, kissing her cheek and leaving to the garage so he could drive to the hospital.

When he arrived, Amelia walked up with him as she told you all there was to know, knocking on your room door before they stepped inside.

"Darling", he said, setting the bag down and sitting next to you on the bed, kissing your forehead protectively, "how are you?", he asked.

"Fine, although I don't think it has really sunk in", you mumbled, playing with his fingers, "how is Tilly?", you wondered.

"She gave you Mr. Brown", he said as he fished out the bear from the bag, "she said she wanted you to have it so you wouldn't be alone in here", he smiled.

After spending as much time as he could with you, he bid you goodbye and went home, finding his father washing up the dishes as Matilda got her pyjamas on for the night, "I have a tupperware for you in the fridge if you want something to eat".

"Thanks, I've got it from here though - c'mon, little miss, we're going to sleep!", Lando hoisted her up, holding her on his hip as they walked upstairs to the bedroom, "can I sleep in your bed, daddy?", Matilda spoke in a small voice, "I don't want you to be alone either", she admitted.

Smiling at her sweetness, he nodded, "of course you can, love. Mummy sent her goodnight wishes for you, and maybe we can visit her tomorrow, how does that sound?", he smiled, "yes, please, daddy!".

"I made these for you, mummy, so your room is nice and colourful!", Matilda smiled as Lando let you in for a cuddle, your little girl getting help from her grandfather at ripping the tape so she could display her drawings she brought you almost daily, only missing days where Landk hadn't been able to bring her to the hospital because of their schedules.

"That's beautiful, darling, thank you so much", you gushed before turning to Lando, "has she cried again?", you whispered. You had been in the hospital for five days now, and two nights ago Matilda started with what was a tantrum at first and then evolved to crying about the fact that you weren't home. Lando was able to talk it out with her, welcoming her and allowing her to talk about how she was feeling and how it was beyond the fact that her tights were itching her.

"No, yesterday she told me she couldn't wait for you to come home, and that you were taking longer than she liked", he snickered, "always little miss rushing when it comes to you", he kissed the side of your head. Even though she was a daddy's girl through and through, she never made you feel left out.

"Y/N", Dr. Martin called after she stepped inside the room, "Oh, Matilda, you're so grown up already! Time flies by", she said as she waved at your little girl while Adam pulled her to sit on his lap, whispering "That's mummy's doctor, she is going to check up on her so you have to keep quiet, okay?" into her ear.

"I was checking your results, and I think between tonight and tomorrow, we might have to deliver your baby boy", she stated, everyone in the room straightening up as Matilda tried to read the adults' faces.

"His lungs look really good in the ultrasound we did this morning - as you know those were our biggest concerns, so we'll come up to monitor you, okay?", she rubbed your shoulder comfortingly before excusing herself.

"Well, I think it's best if we get going, then", Adam said as he got up, coming up to kiss the top of your head and squeeze your hand in his.

"Mummy, I know you're going to do very well", she said, earning small giggles around the room, "when can I come and meet the baby?", she stepped up to give you a kiss.

"We will have to see how it all goes, princess, but when you can, you'll be the first to come, okay?", you smiled, brushing the curls out of her eyes and kissing her head.

"I'll drop these guys home, get the baby bag and then I'll be back", Lando said, kissing your lips and your baby bump, "you stay in there for just a little longer, okay buddy?".

By the time Lando got back to the hospital, you had already been given a few medications to prep you for the c-section, "Kelly and Max advised that I shopped for some smaller clothes, so I have those in there", he tapped the baby bag, "and how are you feeling?", he cupped your cheek.

"My blood pressure is really high, so they're thinking about putting me under, like, full body anesthesia", you bit your lip. Getting surgery was already a big thing, but being completely under was another.

"Oh, okay", Lando gulped, "they won't let me be in there then", he realised, "that's not how we wanted this to happen, but it's going to be okay, gorgeous. You're the strongest woman I know, you're going to be just fine", he smiled, "and our baby boy will come out screaming and he will be the strongest little one ever", he said, trying to convince you and himself of his words. He was scared too, but it wouldn't do you both any good to dwell on it too much.

Knocking on the door, one of the lovely interns and Amelia came to get you, "are we all ready? I'm afraid you already know this, Lando, but you won't, be able to be with us in the OR", she apoligised, "I'll wait right here, if that's okay", your husband suggested, kissing you one last time before they wheeled you off, "I love you, Y/N", he muttered against your lips.

While he waited, he looked at the drawings in the room with precise attention, finding one where Matilda drew the four of you, her brother in your arms and Lando holding her hand, names scribbled under each person in Adam's writing.

Less than an hour later, Amelia stepped into the room, Lando getting up from his spot on the chair immediately, "everything went well, they were weaning Y/N off of the anesthesia, she's going to the PACU until she wakes up and then back here", she smiled, "your little boy is in the neonatal unit, do you want to come and meet him?", she asked, Lando letting out a sigh of relief at her words, "I'll let you know when Y/N comes back to the room", she ensured, having been in the job long enough to know the dilemma of wanting to be in two places at the same time.

"Yes, let's go", he said as he straightened up his sweater, "can I hug you?", he allowed himself to feel emotional, Amelia's open arms offering him a little comfort, "they're both alright, Lando, you have such a beautiful family", she cooed.

Walking with him to the neonatal care unit, she helped him into one of the gowns as they greeted the other parents inside along with all of the staff, "this is your little boy", she said, offering him a sanitizer for his hands, "he can't eat on his own just yet, so that single tube on his nose is feeding him, the other one is giving him oxygen, and those stickers are to make sure his heart is doing okay - little milestones and little victories", she explained as Lando took him in.

Surely, he was much smaller than Matilda, but he could already spot some similarities, "Can I touch him?", he asked, weary of disturbing the perfectly architected environment inside the incubator, "yes, of course! Just be mindful of the wires and tubes", she encouraged, opening the little doors so Lando could touch your son.

"Hey, buddy", he spoke as he touched his tiny fingers, "you're already such a fighter, breathing so well without ventilation", he cooed. He looked up all the complications and when he didn't see a mechanical ventilator, he couldn't help but feel proud of the baby, "he is, we did all the tests and for now supplemental oxygen seems to be enough", Dr. Martin said softly, not wanting to spook them as she showed up, "everything went well with Y/N, she should make a full recovery once it heals", she rubbed his back.

"Thank you", he said, keeping the tears at bay as he looked back at Fraser, "you're so tiny they had to roll up your diaper, hm little love?", he spoke, "there are so many people who love you and they have so much of it to give you".

A little while later, Amelia told him they were taking you up to your room, so Lando said goodbye to Fraser, "I'm going to see mummy, Fraser, and I'm going to tell her how much of a higher you are, I love you", he cooed one last time, rubbing his arm before taking his hands away, closing the little doors and folding the gown for later.

Walking into the corridor to your room, Lando could spot you in the other end, smiling as you spotted him too, "nearly beat you in this race", you smiled at him as he gestured for them to wheel you into the room, "everything went as expected, Dr. Martin will be up shortly to speak to you two", one of the interns said.

"How are you feeling, gorgeous?", he said, brushing your hair away from your eyes and behind your ears, "I'm fine, the meds are helping with the pain, I'm sure", you giggled, "they gave me a good dose".

"That's nice, at least", he said, "I've texted everyone to let them know you were okay and everything went well", he added.

"Have you seen him yet?", you asked, "yes, I have", Lando beamed, "He's very tiny and he looks a little bit like Tilly already. And he's such a fighter, too! He only had those little pin-like tubes to help him breathe, they didn't need any incisions or anything. I would've taken a picture but I couldn't take my hands away from him", he admitted.

"Hopefully soon I can see him", you gulped, knowing it would off the books for a bit since you had abdominal surgery.

"All in due course, baby. I'm so happy you're both fine", he kissed your forehead.

"I just want to hold my baby!", you hiccuped, wiping the tears falling on your cheeks while Amelia conforted you, "just one more day, Y/N, maybe two at maximum to make sure you're healing well, too", she smiled apologetically.

A knock on the door alerted you as Lando and Matilda walked inside, making you wipe your cheeks quickly, "mummy!", she cheered softly, approaching you and climbing on the bed softly since she knew you were healing, "have you been crying, mummy?", she said, hugging your arm and resting her head there.

"Mummy is upset because I can't go and see Fraser today", you explained as Lando kissed the top of your head.

Amelia excused herself as you caught up with everything back home, "grandpa asked me to give you kisses", Matilda recalled as she kissed your cheeks, "his plane has landed alresdy", Lando added, "That's nice of him, thank you darling".

"We can go and meet Fraser, Tilly", Lando said as the window they allowed visitors in was coming to the half-time mark, "I'm going to give him loads of kisses from you mummy, don't worry about it!", your daughter said sweetly as she climbed off the bed, "I'm going to try and FaceTime, okay?", Lando confirmed, handing you your phone before they left for the neonatal unit.

"Matilda, darling, you have to put this on, okay?", one of the nurses gave her a mask, "she's in nursery and she might have caught some bug that isn't showing symptoms yet and it could be harmful for the babies", he checked with Lando as your husband nodded.

"It's like a costume, Tilly!", Lando tried to make it fun for her, adjusting the gown and then the mask around her face, "you can't go around touching things, okay princess?", he stated as she nodded, ready to meet her little brother.

Lando got himself gowned and led them to Fraser's incubator, "that is Fraser, baby", he cooed, typing on his phone inside the clear bag and FaceTiming you like he promised so you too could see the moment they met for the first time.

"He's so tiny", she gasped, standing on the stepping stool so she could see him properly, "I can't kiss him, can I?", she asked and Lando shook his head, watching you smile on the screen, "I'm going to blow him the kisses I have from mummy then", she said, her hand making the movements from her covered mouth to her brother, "I love you, Fraser, and mummy loves you too, she can't be getting because her tummy still hurts a little", she told him.

"This just makes you want to have another right away, doesn't it?", Lando croaked out as he wiped a tear from his eye, your wide eyes looking at him, "not anywhere in the near future - my body knows that much!", you giggled at the soft sight, "but it is incredibly cute, yes", you smiled as tears fell on your cheeks too.

"Look, mummy! He moved his hand, he's saying hello to you", Matilda smiled, "He's saying he wants to see you, too!".

You were finally able to stand up and sit in a wheelchair, so your other goal for the day was going to see your son.

Amelia was the first to say she would take you, helping you sit and getting you there, "That's your little boy right there", she pointed as you were filled with giddiness and excitement.

Wheeling you to face plastic bassinet, your hand went straight inside, "he doesn't need oxygen anymore?", you asked his doctor, noticing the single tube you recognised as a feeding tube, "no, not anymore", he said, "we ran some tests this morning and he's doing just fine on his own, strong set of lungs he has! He woke two of the other babies up yesterday", he smiled.

Chuckling, you touched his arm softly, his hands opening and closing, "do you want to hold him?", he asked, catching you by surprise. Until now, no one ever held him as to make sure the treatments being done were working as best as they could.

"Can I?", you asked, eyes hopeful, "me and the rest of the team think he's finally strong enough to move out of here actually", he added, "not enough to go home just yet, but he can be in your room. This way you can have him close to you and of anything happens or you need help, the staff in your floor know what to do. He just needs to be able to feed without a pump, so either breastfeeding or bottle feeding", he stated.

"Wow, okay, I wasn't expecting this, I was so happy that I got to see him", you teared up, bringing your arms to position so the doctor could place your baby in your arms, mindful of the feeding tube that was still in him, "hey, my love", you cooed, touching his cheeks, "I'm your mummy. I know you were rushed out of my tummy, and it was scary for both of us, but it's looking up now", you cried, Amelia wiping your cheeks as she smiled too.

"Do you mind if we take his tube out now? Might be a little better for this little guy to be in his mummy's chest", the doctor suggested, getting the supplies he needed and setting them in the tray.

"It's okay, little guy", he said as he pulled it out, baby Fraser crying at the discomfort you could only imagine as you rubbed his back, "it's okay, my love, mummy's here to make it better", you shushed him, kissing his head multiple times.

"There, all done!", the doctor said, "if you want, you can feed him here or in your room, where you feel best", he wondered, "could we go to the room, please? I have my supplies there, too", you asked.

You had been pumping milk out since it came in, and you were finally able to feed him straight from your nipple, "okay, little one, you can't get lazy on us now that mummy has you in her room", Amelia encouraged, tapping his cheek slightly as he began suckling on your nipple, "there we go!", she cheered, "I told you it would get better, didn't I?", she winked at you.

When Lando and Matilda came for their daily visit, they didn't expect to see you walking around the room, your back facing the door, "you're up, mummy, that's good!", your daughter said as you turned around, showing her brother on your chest, "oh", she gasped.

"He passed all his tests, and he's getting chubby too", you cooed, squishing his thigh softly as Lando took the sight in, Matilda holding onto you as you patted her head and held your son. Your family was complete.

"That's daddy, Fraser", you cooed, pointing at Lando as your baby boy looked around to the two new people in the room.

"Can I have a cuddle?", Lando whispered before you transferred Fraser to his arms, your little boy curling up against him just like he had been curled up to you.

"Does this mean you get to go home?", Matilda asked, hugging you properly as you sat down on the bed with her, "not for a few days still, they just need to make sure Fraser is alright", you informed, "then we can go home and the four of us are going to have loads of fun", you smiled.

"Tilly, can you help me here, please?", Lando called as her footsteps approached your bedroom, "can you get me that bedding from the drawer, please?", Lando asked as he held the mattres up, not wanting to miss the exact placement of the sheet, "thank you, baby, you're such a clever girl", he complimented, folding the corner in and letting the mattress fall back into place.

"When mummy comes home tonight, is Fraser coming with her?", she wondered, touching the next to me bassinet you kept in your room for the baby to sleep in the first few months, "yes, he is, he's finally good and big enough to come home, no more hospital visits", Lando sighed. The last couple of weeks were hard. Juggling things on his own made him even more appreciative of you and the efforts you made to make sure everything was smoothly running in the house, as well of your friends and family who suported your family in every way they could.

"That's going to be nice, the hospital smells funny", she scrunched up her nose, "and it's going to be like before but with baby Fraser?", she wondered.

"At first mummy will need our help in many things - she still has some recovery to do, but then it will be back to normal, yes", Lando offered, "and we'll have Fraser to go with us in our adventures".

"I can't wait to show him my soft blankets and my toys", she beamed, helping Lando with the bed and then getting ready to pick you up from the hospital.

"Thank you again for all of your work and dedication, we truly can't say it enough for all you've done for our family", Lando said to the team as they discharged you from the hospital, waving at Fraser in his carrier as he looked around.

By the time the four of you were back home, you ate dinner on the sofa, Matilda cuddled up to your side while Fraser slept in your chest, Lando holding the four of you in his embrace as much a she could, "we're finally all together", you smiled, "the Norris family is all together in one place we it should be", he said, kissing your lips softly, hand coming to rest on top of yours in Fraser's back as Matilda smiled up at you, "this is the best day ever", she murmured.

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Lick me like a lollipop ✒︎ Billy Loomis x GN reader

Warnings: SMUT, Infidelity, Stu is annoying (lol), oral (male receiving), edging, size kink if you squint, unedited.

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It was Tatum. She had gotten me addicted to freaking lollipops after I told her I have an oral fixation. Apparently she did too, and Stu was very happy about it, if you know what I mean.

It was Friday after last period, I was at my locker with Billy, Stu and Sid putting away my books -- with a lollipop in my mouth, of course -- before we all left to Stu's house to get ready for movie night. It was a routine at this point. Every Friday night after class we'd go to Stu's house to wait for Tatum to get out of practice and bring Randy over from work. He'd bring a scary movie to watch and criticize all night long until one of us got too tired to continue the pointless debate.

"Stu, we watched that one last Friday!" I said for the third time, patience long gone. That was the fourth week he suggested to watch Halloween.

"But it's Jamie Lee Curtis, man! She's hot as fuck! I bet Randy would be on my side here, you guys are no fun." Stu replied with a huff.

"Yeah, because he has a weird obsession with her too." I replied, rolling my eyes as I pulled the lollipop out of my mouth, it releasing a soft pop sound.

There was a brief pause, Stu smirked at my actions and shamelessly looked at my lips when I pulled the sugary bulb out of my mouth. Billy was staring too, but he was subtle. His eyes raked from my own, down to my lips, lingering a tad bit more than usual before he took a deep breath and glared at Stu. "Shut up about it will you? We're watching Psycho. It was decided last Friday, dumbass."

"Can we all leave this argument for tonight? It's too early for this." Sidney said, closing her locker before we walked out of college and made our way to Stu's house.

Once everyone arrived at Stu's house, we didn't take long to settle and start debating about the movie, because Stu couldn't keep his mouth shut. His argument was that Psycho wasn't even that good because you couldn't see the red color of the blood, therefore it wasn't scary. Randy and Tatum were practically arguing about the topic while Sidney laughed at their unnecessarily serious discussion.

"All I'm staying is; what makes a movie scary is the blood, man!" Stu commented.

"Stu, it's a classic black and white movie. Plus, horror isn't all about the blood and gore." Randy countered, and Tatum agreed. "See? That's what I've been telling you doofus!" She told Stu, and he laughed at her anger.

I decided to pitch in and attempted to cut the conversation to continue watching the movie. "Guys, it's not that serious. Stu is clearly too basic with horror movies-" - "Am not! I bet you haven't watched nearly as many horror movies as me and Billy!" Stu cut me off, and I pointed at him with my third lollipop of the day. "Not fair! Two people versus one person's movie knowledge? That's not how it works, Stu." I countered and Billy placed his beer bottle on the glass table loud enough that it caught everyone's attention.

"You guys are being idiots and I need a refill." The boy said, and I quickly stood up from the couch as I put the lollipop in my mouth, following Billy to the garage.

When we arrived at the door, Billy opened it before me so I could climb down the stairs first. I pulled the lollipop out of my mouth before sending him a small smile of appreciation. His eyes scanned my lips before he caught my gaze and smirked at me. As I climbed down the stairs I could feel his eyes on my back so I purposefully walked a bit slower, adding a bit of swing to my hips.

When I opened the fridge and bent down to look for the beers, I felt one of Billy's large hands on my lower back. "Need help carrying those?" He questioned, following my gaze as I stood up to face him. Placing some beer bottles on the table next to the fridge, I took the lollipop out of my mouth again to answer "yes." He visibly tensed up at my actions.

"You really need to stop doing that." Billy said, voice lower than usual. I looked at him questioningly, and before I could pull the pop out of my mouth again, he did it for me, putting it in his mouth before pulling it out a second later. "This." He said.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked, took the lollipop out of his hand and repeated his actions before I discarded the candy in the trash next to the fridge. "Can't handle your urges, Loomis?" I asked teasingly and he took a step forward, towering over me. A tense silence washed over both of us before he closed the gap and kissed me softly, placing his hand on my hip as he pressed me against him.

"Billy, Sidney is upstairs. We agreed not to risk it like this..." I said, reminding him that our ongoing affair could've cost us a lot.

"I don't care... You've been driving me crazy all day sucking on that lollipop." He replied and kissed me again. This time more desperate and needy. It didn't take long for us to start playing with each others tongues, tasting the sweetness off the candy we had been savoring earlier.

I pulled Billy's hair softly with my left hand and grabbed his shirt with the right, pulling him impossibly close to me. We continued making out hungrily and then he broke the kiss. I leaned on the edge of the table and he pulled me towards him, parting my thighs with his leg so I could rub myself against him.

As I continued kissing Billy, he moved my head towards his neck and I knew what he wanted instantly, so that's what I did. I kissed his neck and made my way down his body, kneeling down in front of him. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans for me before pulling his throbbing cock out. I opened my mouth for him. Billy smirked at me and tapped the head of his cock against my tongue a few times before sliding half of his length in. I started bobbing my head up and down slowly, moaning softly around his length while looking up at him with the most innocent look I could give him. That drove him crazy, so Billy grabbed the back of my head and started to thrust into my mouth, slowly picking up the pace.

We moved together in unison, never breaking eye contact. I moaned and whined around him while sucking, pushing him closer to his orgasm. As I felt him getting close, I slowed down my movements, edging him. Billy loved it. He hissed at the sudden change of speed and bucked his hips so his cock penetrated deeper inside my mouth. I pushed his length all the way inside and then pulled my head away, opening my mouth with my tongue sticking out. I licked the tip of his cock as if I were licking a lollipop, then I sucked, and licked, and sucked, and licked, and;

"Fuck, baby... Open up." Billy said and I did as I was told, sucking a few more times before opening my mouth for him, tongue sticking out for him to cum inside me. I chuckled at his attempt to keep quiet while the orgasm washed over his body. I swallowed his load in front of him, licking my lips and biting them afterwards.

"Oooh fuck..." Billy moaned. The sensation of his most sensitive spot being overstimulated was enough to get him close again. I noticed the tension building and giggled at the neediness he was displaying. Taking him all the way inside my mouth, I continued bobbing my head like I was before and looked up at him once more observing how he panted and threw his head back in pleasure.

Standing up in front of him, he kissed me and tasted himself on my lips. "You're so good at giving head, my God." He said and chuckled, before zipping his pants up along with his belt and fixing his hair.

"I know." I said, smirking at him before pulling another lollipop from my pocket and putting it in my mouth.

"Leave your window open tonight, we're not done here." He said and kissed me one final time before picking up the beers from the table and joining the group as if he hadn't gotten the soul sucked out of him a few minutes prior.

#ghostface x reader #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis smut #ghostfacesmut #ghostface smut #scream (1996)#billy loomis x you #stu macher #stu macher smut #stu macher x reader #stu macher x billy loomis #stu macher x you

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nicoline1998enilocin · 7 months

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Flufftober Day 22 | Apple picking

Pairing | Boyfriend!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Mom!Female!Reader

Word count | 2.1K

Summary | You've grown up with the tradition of going apple picking each fall, and now that you and Tony have your own little family, you want to keep this tradition going. As you, Tony, Orion, and Hudson go to a local apple farm during an apple-picking event, you can't help but soak up every last second and special memory.

Prompt(s) | 22. Picking | @flufftober

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Reference to ruined childhood memories, use of pet names (Sunshine, Love/My Love, Baby Boy, Baby Girl), no mention of Y/N.

A/n | This one shot is written for day 22 of my Flufftober 2023 Challenge. I absolutely love Tony, Sunshine, and their little family, so they shouldn't miss out on one of my favorite activities during the summer and fall! I hope you will enjoy this as much as I did when writing it 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

Divider is made by @cafekitsune | GIF credit to the owner

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

You were driving home after a long and tiring workday when you suddenly saw a giant advertisement for apple picking at a local apple farm. It brought up many fond memories, and you can't wait to tell Tony about your idea; it would be amazing to take the twins there.

When you think back to your childhood, you have a lot of good, fun memories, but ever since you've been pregnant with your Munchkins, those memories have a bit of a dark edge.

You can't think about that too long because an incoming phone call immediately brings you back to reality, and you see it's your loving boyfriend, Tony, to see what time you will be home.

''Hi Love,'' you sigh softly before continuing to drive home, still about a half-hour drive away from home.

''Hey Sunshine, how long will it be until you're home? We miss- hold on,'' he interrupts himself. ''Hudson and Orion Stark, get off of there right this second!'' he says before putting his phone on the table with a loud thud.

You can't help but chuckle as you listen to what's happening at home, though you're looking forward to seeing all three of them again. They always bring a smile to your face, even on your most challenging days.

''Right, I'm back! Sorry for that, Sunshine. I was asking-'' and that's when he sighs. ''For the love of... I'll call you in a bit, Sunshine.''

He hangs up the phone and takes care of the kids, putting them in front of the TV with a cartoon to ensure they'll stay quiet long enough before he calls you back.

When their favorite cartoon is playing, and they're sitting hand in hand, their pacifiers in their little mouths, he finally dares to call you again, but not without taking a picture of them first.

It doesn't take long before he's back on the phone, finally able to talk to you for a few minutes while still keeping a watchful eye on his troublemakers on the couch.

''Welcome back, My Love, long time no talk,'' you joke, and you can't help but let out a boisterous laugh at your joke, making Tony smile in response.

''Right?! I was starting to think you'd leave me forever...'' he says with a fake sniffle.

''I could never leave your ass, it'd cost me too much to move out!''

''Please always remember that, Sunshine! But that's not what I'm calling for. I wanted to know when you'd be home because I want to go for dinner with the twins tonight. No specific reason but I just felt like taking my beautiful girlfriend and amazing twins out to dinner,'' he tells you, and your heart melts at his words.

''I'd love nothing more; how about that Italian place we love so much?'' you say, and Tony agrees.

''I'll be home in around 20 minutes, but I'd like to change quickly before we go, so how about 18:30? They might want to take a short nap before, and they can go to bed right after we're home.''

''Consider it done, Sunshine, we can't wait to see you,'' after a few goodbyes and I love you's, you hung up, and Tony managed to get the twins down for a quick nap.

Tony can hear your keys in the lock, and he rushes over to the front door, meeting you there with a big hug. Usually, he would be accompanied by one or both twins, but it's nice to have him all to yourself for a little while.

''Hi Sunshine,'' he says as he wraps his arms around your waist, and you find their home on his neck, and you pull him in for a tender kiss that deepens gradually.

When you pull apart, you're both breathless, and you chuckle softly before giving him one more peck on the lips and heading to your bedroom so you can get changed.

When you're going through your dresses, your eye suddenly falls on a new dark green dress, and you decide to wear it combined with a pair of white Converse and your glasses, too, so you can let your eyes rest a little instead of wearing contacts the entire time.

''I'm going to get the twins ready, okay? You can also get changed because I'm not taking you to the restaurant in those clothes,'' you say as you reference his old shirt and slightly tighter grey sweatpants.

''Might not even make it there if you don't change now,'' you whisper in his ear, simultaneously cupping his bulge in his sweatpants. Tony groans at the sudden feeling of your hand, and his hips buck forward at your touch.

''Fuck, Sunshine, don't tease me like that unless you want to be bent over this fucking counter right now,'' he growls in response, and you can feel your panties dampen at the words.

You decide to let him go for now, a wicked grin spreading across your face as you see him adjust before walking to the bedroom and changing.

Tony opts for a dark outfit today combined with his glasses and gets changed while you get the twins woken up and dressed in cute outfits.

It only takes a little while for all of you to be ready and off to the restaurant, and Tony is driving. When you drive past a bakery, you suddenly remember the ad for the apple picking again.

''Love?'' you say, and Tony squeezes your hand softly before responding.

''Yeah, Sunshine?'' ''Can we go apple picking with the twins soon? There's an event at a nearby apple farm, and I thought it might be cute to take them for the apple picking and some treats as well,''

Tony thinks about it for a short moment and then agrees happily. ''We do need to bring your camera in that case because Mom, Dad, and Virginia are going to want lots of photos!'' he says with a big smile.

The twins are happily babbling away in the backseat as you let yourself sink into your seat, thinking about the new tradition you'll start with your family now.

''Are you excited to pick some apples today, Baby Boy?'' you say as you pick up your sleepy son, and he immediately holds onto your neck as soon as you hold him.

''Someone's still sleepy, huh?'' you coo at him, and you rub your hand over his back, the other one supporting him under his butt as you walk over to Tony, who's changing Orion into her fall outfit.

''Look at you, Baby Girl! You look adorable in your little outfit! But it's time to get your brother into his before we can give you your breakfast together,'' you tell her with a few tickles, and her limbs go wild, earning you a glare from Tony.

''Love you,'' you say with a peck on his cheek.

''Right, let's get you off of here to make room for your brother; I need some more cuddles with my Baby Girl after all,'' Tony says as he picks her up, and she immediately grabs onto his neck, just like Hudson did with you.

When Hudson is changed into his fall outfit, you take him to the kitchen, where Tony is already preparing warm milk for them. It has been quite a change only to breastfeed once daily, but they are used to having their bottle in the morning now.

''Let's get settled on the couch, and Daddy will bring you your milk soon, okay?'' you tell Hudson, and he looks up at you excitedly, warming your heart.

''Here you go!'' Tony says, and Hudson takes it with both hands and brings it to his mouth without a problem, happily drinking the milk while Tony settles next to you and gives the bottle to Orion.

''I can't wait to go apple picking with all of you today, make some amazing memories together, and just spend quality time with you,'' you sigh softly, and you let your head fall onto Tony's shoulder, after which he kisses it.

''I can't wait either, Sunshine,'' he tells you softly, and you close your eyes to take in the moment. Your son on your lap, your daughter on your boyfriend's lap, drinking their milk before going out the door and going apple picking together.

''I love you so much, and I'm eternally grateful for giving me a chance to live the life I've always dreamt of,'' you tell Tony, a single tear escaping that you quickly wipe away.

''I love you too, Sunshine. There's nowhere else I'd rather be than with you and our Munchkins. I should be thanking you, though, for being the perfect woman, girlfriend, and Mom in this world,'' he whispers against your hair, and you two stay like this for a little bit.

When Hudson and Orion are done with their milk, you put the bottles on the table, and your daughter crawls into your lap, wanting to be close to you and her brother.

''Hi Baby Girl, are you coming to cuddle with us for a little bit so Daddy can change?'' you ask her, and she gets settled in your lap after Hudson gracefully makes some room for her.

''Be right back, Sunshine,'' Tony says, and you melt into the back of the couch as your kids cuddle with you, surrounding you with warmth and love.

Tony is wearing a black, white, and red outfit today, his glasses on his nose and hair styled perfectly, and he looks as handsome as ever in his fall outfit. It also helps that you laid it out for him beforehand so he would wear something you'd love.

Now, all that's left is you changing into your outfit for the day, and you're ready to go. Your camera, snacks, drinks, and toys for the kids are packed and ready, too.

''Right, time to pick some apples!'' Tony says before he takes both twins by the hand and lets them walk to the car instead of carrying them this time.

There's a stroller in the car for emergencies, but you don't need it as much anymore, which you're happy about.

The drive is uneventful; the twins are happily babbling away in the backseat, and you and Tony are enjoying the sights and seeing how everything is slowly turning from greens to reds, oranges, and yellows.

His hand is lying on your thigh, and your hand covers it as you talk about everything and nothing, never seeming to run out of things to talk about.

''We're here!'' Tony exclaims with happiness laced in his voice, and before you know it, you're standing at the apple trees; Orion and Hudson are both trying to pluck an apple while you're filming them.

Tony is constantly crouched behind them and encouraging until Orion has her apple picked off the tree, stamping her feet excitedly while letting out some content sounds. These happy noises almost sound like words.

''Good job, Baby Girl! Look at you go!'' Tony says that Hudson also picks his apple off the tree shortly after.

''Wow, great job, Baby Boy! You're doing amazing!'' you say as you keep filming his reactions to pulling off the apple. And you're glad you kept the camera on him because you suddenly hear something unmistakable.

''Apple!'' he exclaims while holding it high in the air, and you and Tony immediately look at one another, checking if the other also heard it. You did. He just said his very first word.

''Did you-'' ''Yeah!'' you say as you try and fight back the tears. You're thrilled you kept filming and caught his first word on camera. This is a great moment; you're nothing short of happy that he's grown up so fast.

The video was quickly shared with his parents and your Mom, and the reactions were nothing short of amazing, as they were all just as happy as the two of you.

The rest of the afternoon was spent playing some games, and sharing a big slice of apple pie with Tony while the kids ate a cup of apple sauce until they fell asleep in your arms, and it was time to go home.

You're glad you took lots of photos with your camera, including a few family photos for your collection, and now you're on your way home again. The twins are in a deep sleep in their seats, and you're smiling like a lovesick idiot.

''I can't believe he said his first word today; he's growing up so fast,'' Tony says, and all you can do is nod in response because if you say anything, you will release a dam of tears you don't know you can stop.

They're growing up so quickly, but you're glad they're a part of your lives like this because it wouldn't be the same without them by your sides.

#flufftober 2023 #day 22 #tony stark #young tony stark #no powers au #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fanfic #tony stark one shot #tony stark imagine #tony stark x female!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark fluff #young tony stark fanfiction #young tony stark fanfic #young tony stark one shot #young tony stark imagine #young tony stark x female reader #young tony stark x reader #young tony stark fluff

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al-the-remix · 1 year

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Years pass but people still remain gross about WAGs. And now they dress it up with “intellectual” terms like industrial complex and post-colonial supremacist whatchamacallit. Give me the messy puck bunny blogs at least they’re open about hating WAGs.

Yeah, I can't say I have many complex things to say on the topic, except that that dialogue has been in this fandom forever (all fandoms forever; tumblr, the birthplace of the 'not-like-other-girls-girl') but it's especially bad in rpf and I'm exhausted of reading the same tired iterations on "well, I could NEVER understand how another woman could live like that--" STOP. Just stop it, it's not your life, and it's likely never going to be your life, for all the aforementioned unfair reasons. You don't have to compare yourselves to them constantly. It doesn't make you lesser or them better for being (presumably) born into a more privileged circumstance and it doesn't make them lesser and you better for achieving some enlightened pearl of knowledge.

The puck bunny blogs irk me just as much, and if you find one better than the other I guess it's more a question of what rolls your stomach more: spite or smugness. But in my opinion, calling Kathy an ageing escort that Sid pitty dates is just as nauseating as talking down your nose about her like she's some ignorant waif that cant make her own decisions about her life or her relationship.

Yes, the NHL is an intrinsically racist, misogynistic, homophobic, capitalist, fatphobic--and all the other bad terrible things--nightmare creature whose ailment runs all the way up to the giant sucking malignancy attached to its heart that is Garry Bettman and Bill Dayley, and further, to the executives that they shill for, and even further back to the time period, tenets, and culture that the sport was founded on. Remember, this is the same organization whose administrative and players (retired and current) repeatedly spit in the face of their teammates who've suffered chronic and debilitating injuries, and continue to mock journalists and veterans who try to bring those issues to the forefront, stating that the injury is worth it to win -- (or that the possibility of injury is worth it, considering these comments so often come from players that are still relatively hale).

Hmmm, sounds incredibly familiar to the position the NHL takes on another rampant issue in the sport: sexual assault.

There's a reason why the NHL is falling behind in popularity (and in value) compared to other sports organisations and it's because they cling to their archaic values and methods and flat-out refuse to let them go -- and thus attract players and administrative and fans who find all that entails appealing. It's not everyone in the sport obviously but it's a large enough faction to keep things stagnant -- just go take a look at Ian Kenedy's twitter page and start scrolling through the replies to his tweets if you want a taste of what we're up against here.

If you want to do anything, ANYTHING AT ALL to help improve the hockey culture, there are multiple avenues to explore that might actually make a difference --first of all getting involved in your community not just the internet community-- in chipping away at who this game attracts, how they see themselves, how they see others, how they see hockey players, and how those hockey players see themselves and others. Those avenues do not include dunking on wags. I get it, they all look the same, haha. it's weird, their children and husbands can't tell them apart, hahaha. There, I said it too and now I never have to hear that fucking joke again. Move ON.

I understand that the lines between reality and fiction can blur easily when it comes to rpf, but making actually, completely serious judgements on other people's private emotional lives and relationships is completely out of the realm of reality. You can't know, you can never know completely. It can be difficult enough to identify these things when it comes to a friend or a family member how are you possibly going to make a pronouncement that someone's relationship is stale or without intimacy or connection when literally have no idea who they really are? I've been stalked and I've had people write fanfiction about me and I can 100% say that what they gleamed of who I was and what my life was like from the outside did not run true.

Analyzing those aspects and their intersexuality is worthwhile -- if anyone has an actual interest in these topics I suggest reading: Wille O'ree's biography, Bern Saunder's biography, Fred Sasakamoose's Call Me Indian, Black Ice: The Lost History of the Colored Hockey League of the Maritimes by Darril and George Frosy, On Account of Darkness by Ian Kennedy, Why I didn't say anything by Sheldon Kennedy, Crossing The Line by Laura Robinson, Major Misconduct by Jeremy Allingham, Finding Murph by Rick Westhead -- There are more than that if you're willing to dig for them ... but especially after the back to back Kyle Beach and Hockey Cannada lawsuits I've just had it to up to here with the takes about the ~uwu poor hockey men~~ and their repressed homosexual longings and lack of overall male intimacy and companionship --- who do you think is doing said repressing?? THE HORRIBLE UWU MEN. (Said in exaggeration and jest but also not fucking really.) They are victims unto themselves. 99% refuse to speak up or do anything about the inequality, harassment, and overall intrinsic issues in the sport, the ones who bravely do are shunned by the others who refuse to help themselves or others. They don't see themselves as emotionally underdeveloped manchildren stranded on the frigid island of masculine solitude and arrested development. They like their lives, they don't care about what kind of impact that lifestyle has on other people (or on the environment or on the economy). They like their cookie-cutter world, conservative sandbox and comfortable wealthy liberalism... and most of all they like their hot blond skinny wives and they don't care what sort of social constructs have led to them pursuing a very specific type of woman. The vast majority of them have zero interest in having their eyes opened to a more complex and diverse worldview and it's not the fault of anyone but themselves, least of all the women who get pulled along in their wake.

#no offence to the ghost of andrea dworkin but I feel her possess me every time I'm forced to here a take like this #not that i claim to be in her league in literally anything only that the wags would benefit from living together all together in a lesbian #commune away from the internet experiencing bliss and many orgasms while the men are doomed to play out a pantomime of heterosexual sex #on the ice penetrating each other with their skate blades and sticks and shins and elbows night after night forever all the while grinning #and proclaiming it's all for the love of the game #im sure this is filled with spelling errors and mistakes but im tired and i tap out #ill be back when i have saved up enough energy for my next rant or someone posts a new picture of steve yzerman in the tag

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hsjazebel · 1 year

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FROM THE DINING TABLE

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Summary: where you give harry an early christmas present

A/n: this is my first one shot i write so i don't know how good it is but i hope you like it. Also english is not my first language so if there are any grammar mistakes please excuse me in advance. IF YOU ALREADY READ THIS FIC IT'S BECAUSE I LOST MY OLD ACCOUNT

It had been 3 years since the best day of your life, where you and your soul mate exchanged rings and made promises of love.

Many times Harry had dropped the topic of having children with you, even before the wedding, but due to your different work commitments it didn't seem like the right time to expand your family.

But now that you're in the bathroom waiting for the longest 3 minutes of your life to go by, you think back to the first time Harry mentioned he wanted kids.

2017

Before harry's first solo tour you had decided to go on a little holiday to Italy and now you were curled up on the sofa watching some silly program on television which you pretended to understand since you didn't understand the language.

Your head was resting on Harry's chest and he ran his fingers through your hair when you finally break the silence "maybe I ate too much pasta and my belly is bursting, look! I look pregnant" you indicate your belly with a movement of your face downward.

Harry lets out a small laugh "you'd be beautiful pregnant too, especially since it'd be my baby" but maybe he just wanted to think about it and his words came out even before he formulated a correct sentence.

You lift your head and look at him, thinking you misunderstood, even though you wished you hadn't. "Do you really want to have a baby with me?" Not that you've never thought about it, quite the contrary. You've fantasized many times about your future life with harry and you've always thought about children, but now that you've heard that he thinks like you too everything is different.

"Yes. I didn't mean to tell you just like that but every now and then I think about it and I'm more and more convinced of the fact that I want you to be my children's mother"

The strange Italian program is long forgotten and is the background of your voices. "I don't mean now, I mean soon I'll start my first solo tour and this is already a very important step for me. But I wouldn't rule it out in the near future, if you feel the same way, because it's your body And I would never force you to do something you don't want to."

"No no" you shake your head "I've thought about it too, many times, but you're right, we're still young and you have a splendid career ahead of you. But yes, maybe in a few years who knows, we could bring another human in the world".

Harry nods and gives you a soft kiss on the temple. You both keep trying to figure out what's going on on television, with hearts full of joy and love knowing you want the same things.

Present

The sound of the timer set on your phone brings you back to the present, with your heart pounding to know if a baby is really growing inside your belly.

It had been about 2 weeks and as time went by you kept feeling more and more tired and the morning sickness that lasted for more than 5 days put a bell in your brain telling you maybe you might be pregnant. And now with shaking hands you turn the stick sitting on the bathroom sink to find that there are two lines on it. There is no doubt, you are pregnant.

Tears begin to roll down profusely and you bring a hand to your mouth in disbelief.

The only thought that crosses your mind is how to break this news to Harry. You don't want to tell him in a trivial way and therefore you are looking for a nice way to announce your pregnancy to your husband as you have seen in some tiktok videos.

But soon your mind is taken away from your thoughts again, this time by Harry's voice calling to warn you that he's back home.

"Y/n, love I'm back".

You quickly wipe away your tears, wash your face with cold water and hide the test in your bottom drawer to make sure Harry doesn't find anything.

You go down the stairs and enter in the kitchen where you see your handsome husband unpacking the shopping bags. You approach him and give him a kiss on the cheek, greeting him back.

"I also bought some new decorations for the christmas tree. This year I thought about making it red, what do you think?" he asks you, while he removes some red balls from the bag. "I think it's a great idea" you agree with him.

After putting everything in place, you start cooking for dinner by agreeing on a plate of pasta with cheese. During dinner you talk about what you did during the day and you find it hard not to reveal to him the big secret you have for yourself.

The next day harry is in the studio to sort things out with his manager so you take some time to think about how to tell harry that he's going to be a dad soon. You still can't believe you're starting a family with the love of your life.

When Harry gets home around 6pm you are determined to tell him the big news. In the end you settled on something simple and not too ingenious to tell him that you are pregnant, since things too elaborate are not your strong point. You left an envelope on the table with the pregnancy test in it covered in layers of wrapping paper so it wouldn't be seen right away, and a note saying "you're about to be a dad".

Harry doesn't notice the envelope at first and so you decide to take matters into your own hands, with your heart that you thinks it can get out of your ribcage at how hard and fast it's beating.

"I got you a present" you say pointing to the envelope on the table

"A present? Forwhat?" he asks confused taking the envelope.

He starts removing all the cards but as he's about to tell you something about you're kidding him because he can't find anything, he stops by finding the stick with the two lines on it. He picks it up and with tears on the waterline looks at you "you're not messing with me?"

You shake your head and tears start to flow too.

A smile creeps across his face and finally tears begin to flow on him.

You wrap your arms around his neck for a hug and he brings his arms around your waist and thrusts his face into your neck while still sobbing.

"I'm going to be a dad. I'M GOING TO BE A DAD I DON'T BELIEVE IT" he says pulling away from you.

"And you will become a mother, a fantastic mother. thank you thank you thank you"

You laugh at his reaction and wipe your tears "thanks for what?" "of what? for giving me the best gift of my entire life. for making me a dad, I've dreamed of this all my life and I'm finally living it with the person I love most in the world."

#harry styles #dad!harry #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles dad imagines #harry styles x yn #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader

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Nero…getting outed by Dante. Then Nero gets royal treatment from the twins. I really need to work on my titles

Fanfic/drabble/random idea inspired by yourdailywritingprompt on tiktok!

If you are confused about their ages, I wrote this as if dmc5 happened much sooner after dmc4 than it canonically did. Think Nero is around 18 in this.

It was a great idea. A glorious one, if Dante can say so himself. It's July after all, the weather so hot it could practically melt the skin off your bones. In this kind of unbearable heat, Dante had the bright idea to bring his family to a water park. Just to cool off. And if he got to dunk his adorable nephew into a big body of water? That's just a bonus.

So, off Dante went, proposing the idea to his brother and that random kid that just hangs around the Devil May Cry. He's met with instantaneous rejection, even having to dodge a miscellaneous projectile that definitely did not come flying from Vergil. But somehow, through some miracle, the two ended up accompanying Dante to the park with the promise of ice cream to Nero and cleaning the house for a whole week to Vergil.

The idea of a water park didn't sit right with Nero. Not at all. A place where he was expected to wear minimal clothing, probably take his shirt off and out himself in front of his father and uncle? He had no idea where his family stood on that topic, and he wasn't about to risk losing the good relationship he finally has with them over a stupid water park… And why was Dante eyeing him like that?

He figured that arguing against the prospect would only make him look more suspicious so he had to settle on going, but keeping his shirt on and staying very clear of the water. His binder does it's job rather perfectly under normal circumstances, but if his white shirt were to get soaked…yeah he'd rather not think about that.

The park was surprisingly vacant upon their arrival. There were a few other families alongside them and a few elderly couples, but other than that it was pretty empty. Weird, guess people usually avoid the mid-day sunburn huh? Nero took the chance to find a nice place in the shade to set down their bags while Vergil pulled out his leather bound book and sat on a sunbed. He looked around to see Dante immediately take off his shirt and jump into one of the pools that had a clear sign up with "Jumping Prohibited". He waited out the small waves his uncle created and sat down on the edge of the pool, his legs soaked up to the knee.

"You're not going in?" Dante floated towards him and shook his head like a wet dog, leaving a grimace on Nero's face.

"...Nah, I'm not a fan of swimming. I'll leave all the pink eye to you."

"Ha, ha, what a courtesy. Fine, if you don't swim, at least drag your old man over here for me? God knows he hasn't had a moment to relax since we came back from hell."

"Are you sure making him swim around in a large body of water is going to relax him?"

"...Just bring him over?"

Nero sighed but got up from his spot and started walking towards Vergil, still very much wearing his coat and reading his book. In like 30 degrees weather (we're using celsius here, but since I'm not an asshole that's like 86 f for you americans).

"…Uh-"

"Go tell Dante that I'm not walking all that way for him to just pull me into that despicable public pool and make a fool of me. I am just fine sitting here until he gets tired of swimming around like an excitable dog."

"And why don't you go tell him yourself?"

Vergil peers over the edge of the book up at Nero and glares at his question. For all he's trying to look intimidating, it takes all of the son's willpower to not laugh and point out how much he looks like a grumpy cat.

"I won't be your message boy."

"Nero you're killing me. You're killing your father."

"...You're insufferable."

Nero shook his head and turned on his heels, walking back to where Dante is happily floating on his stomach. With his head under the water. Huh, was it always that easy to get rid of him?

He stretched his leg out over the edge of the pool and shoved his uncle's side, effectively pushing him under the water and sending him into a small panic, flailing his arms and trying to stand upright.

"Remind me why we're keeping you around?"

"Because that one still hasn't paid child support." He gestured over his shoulder back at Vergil, who, sensing the mention, glared at them like the upset cat he was once again.

"And why won't mister grumpy pants come here and cool off instead of dying in that godforsaken coat of his?"

"Beats me. Probably doesn't like the water. I'm not going in either, you'll have to be the wet dog of this crew. Kinda like Scooby Doo."

"Don't you Scooby Doo my ass, I'm not worthy of that title." Dante looked over at Nero with a worrying look that had the teen scoot back a step, but before he could retort, Dante moved to get out of the pool.

"Come on, let's convince your dad the water isn't evil."

Nero nodded and got up from the edge of the pool, eyeing Dante suspiciously for a moment. When the older one didn't give any sign that he was up to any stupid pranks, Nero had made the fatal mistake of turning his back on his uncle.

Almost as soon as the kid turned around, Dante charged towards him and picked him up easily from underneath his arms, hoisting him up into the air.

"Dante, put me the fuck down right now. I'm not joking. Dante put me down. I'll start kicking where you don't want me to kick, Dante, put me the fuck down now!"

And true to his uncle personality, Dante did not put him down. Instead, he turned around and dangled Nero over the edge of the pool for a few moments with a shit eating grin on his face.

"D'aww, is the big bad Nero scared to get his hair wet? Ouch, hey, watch it, don't bite my arm!"

"Dude, put me down, this isn't fucking funny you old fart-"

"That's it, have a good dunk."

And with that, Dante dropped the teen into the pool, only a sliver of remorse passing through his mind at the possibility that maybe Nero didn't know how to swim. But that's stupid, even if he can't swim, Dante would just dive in to get him out.

But to his surprise, the kid did know how to swim. In fact, he knew how to swim so well that he was out of the water and trying to hurry back into the changing rooms as quickly as possible. He exchanged a confused look with Vergil, who only seemed even more pissed at the fact that he had upset his son. Oops. Dante raised his hands and shrugged, nodding his head in the direction of the disappearing teen who…seemed to be shaking? Had the water been that cold? He walked back towards his twin with a worried expression.

"Uh…is Nero okay?"

"You just threw him into the pool."

"Yeah but that's something that makes you get out and push the other person in! It's supposed to be fun, not make the kid run with his tail between his legs. Why would that upset him so much?"

Vergil sighed and lowered his book, thinking about his son's behavior.

"...You really are thick skulled. Maybe he doesn't like being surprised or picked up. Give him some time for now. I'll go see what's wrong if he doesn't come back in a few minutes."

With that, Dante went to sit on the opposite sunbed, sulking. When five, then ten minutes passed, Vergil put his book down completely and got up from his seat, looking around the park. Without a word, he started in the direction of the changing rooms, then knocked slowly on the door. When he received no response, he pushed the door, confused to find the room empty. That is, until his hearing picked up a small sniffling sound coming from the bathroom. He sighed once more and took the few steps towards the cramped room, giving the door a couple of tentative knocks.

"Nero? Are you in there?"

The sniffling abruptly stopped and he heard the shuffling sounds of someone hurrying to make themselves presentable.

"Uh, yeah, I am!"

"Is…is everything okay?"

"Yep, better than ever! I'll be out in a few minutes, don't wait for me. I'm sure Dante is going to push you in next so be careful."

Vergil clicked his tongue. It was clear the kid wasn't okay, he was trying to divert his attention from himself and he seemed to lack a certain annoyance towards the man who just threw him into the pool and made him cry. He was so going to strangle Dante.

"Your uncle and I were thinking of leaving soon, actually. Nero, why are you crying?"

Nero cursed silently the damn demonic hearing that picked up on every little detail. He pinched his nose bridge and tried not to sound extremely annoyed the next time he spoke.

"Look, I'll be out in a few, okay? You go back to Dante."

"Nero, I would like to know if you were hurt in any way. Can I come in?"

"No! Don't-" he took a moment to clear his throat, his stupid voice breaking in the worst moment. "Don't come in. I'm fine. Just leave me alone."

"...Nero. While I respect your privacy, I am worried. I need to see that you are unharmed."

"Please. Please don't."

"Can you please come out, Nero?"

"..."

The soft click of the door was the only response that met Vergil as his son stepped out of the bathroom, visibly soaked to the bone but otherwise safe. While looking him over, Vergil realized why his son insisted on not coming out of the bathroom. His gaze left that area and when he looked into the teen's eyes, the dams broke. Nero's eyes were bloodshot, fearful and…tired. Tired of hiding himself, perhaps? Tired of people overstepping his boundaries? Tired of…himself?

The next thing Nero did was to sink down to the floor and bring his knees up to meet his forehead. There was no use in muffling his sobs now but he did it anyway. It was over now. What little he managed to mend the relationship with his father was for absolute naught, Vergil would visibly cringe at the confession, maybe even physically recoil and, if he wasn't trying to keep himself from breaking apart, he would have laughed at the image. He was going to reject him, maybe leave him behind a second time, why not? People have all sorts of reactions to this kind of stuff, he was expecting it, he was ready for it, nothing would hurt him if he just expected it-

And yet, what he hadn't expected was for Vergil, for his father, to sit down next to him and pull him into his side for a hug. Nero didn't even manage to flinch or fight it, in fact, he was grateful for the warmth and comfort. He mindlessly leaned into his father's hug and hid his face in the other's chest, much like an overwhelmed child.

Vergil pulled his son closer, his hand on the back of the teen's head. Truth be told, he had no idea if Nero understood his actions, if he understood that he did not care for what he used to be or what his body looked like. All he knew was that he had a son, and things would stay that way, unless Nero decided to change that. His son's shaking made a piece of his heart break so he kissed his temple in hopes it would help the both of them.

After Nero had calmed down some more, Vergil used the Yamato to quickly teleport the both of them back to the Devil May Cry. He made sure his son was wrapped into the softest blanket they had lying around and the hot chocolate he made was the right temperature before he left to bring Dante back. He had half a mind to let him figure out how to get back on his own, but Nero had asked him to bring him back and, well, there's only so much a man can resist is there?

As soon as he saw him, however, Vergil took it upon himself to smack his twin upside the head for the idiocy he had displayed that day. Dante yelped, rubbed his head and apologized to Vergil for hurting Nero. He tried to inquire as to why what he did had upset the kid so bad but Vergil only scoffed before slicing the space matter with his blade.

"It's up to him to decide if he wants to tell you or not. Your responsibility is to apologize. And you will, but not tonight. Let him rest."

"I have to say, Vergil, for all your cold exterior you make a pretty good dad."

"Step through the portal, Dante."

Vergil even had the courtesy to teleport the younger twin straight to his own room and avoid having the kid face him again that evening. For the rest of the night, the older twin sat with his son on the couch, watching the shittiest movies Nero could find and refilling his hot chocolate before the teen could even realize his cup was empty. Once he had fallen asleep, Vergil made sure to carry him back into his room. Carefully, as to not wake him up, he tucked his son into bed and kissed his forehead before leaving the room.

I was going to write more but this was getting pretty long so! I decided to split it into two parts. I'm probably going to write Dante's part anyways, but let me know if you'd like to read it!

#devil may cry #dmc5 #dmc 5 #vergil #dante #nero #trans nero #nero is a teen in this because I said so #I know it's not what I promised but I need myself a good trans fic #more coming? if anyone wants it?#also constructive criticism #dmc fanfiction #devil may cry fanfiction #officer no i was not listening to lana del rey while writing this

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goldenpinof · 3 months

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Why do you think dnp’s views have dropped so much lately? Its odd because the fandom is actually relatively alive atm

i'm not really good at analysing such things. not enough data, i guess.

i think the core phandom is alive (although, could be more alive, imo). but not everyone came back, and those who did... i feel like half of them looked at things for a month or two, and left again. we're not even on 2018 level, there's a lack of engagement within the phandom, and i don't think we will ever come back to at least 2018. there were changes made, in dnpg content. and i'm not sure if people like it, or are interested in it. i'm not talking about gay stuff, btw.

also, phandom grew up. it's hard to keep up with so much content. people have job, families, other hobbies. we kinda had to find other hobbies during the hiatus, you know. October-December were fun and, dare i say, nostalgic. spooky week and gamingmas — that's what we knew before the hiatus. there was some interest in "how is it now, 5 years later?" but after that... idk, i have my thoughts on why people aren't watching dnpg videos immediately, or why they are skipping some altogether. but i can't say that what i think is based on something solid. not enough data. and making polls, asking if people watch every video, how long it takes to watch a new video, do they participate in the phandom, etc. — i feel like tumblr isn't the right place because those who are the target audience for these questions aren't actually here 😂

anyway. my main point is. the core phandom is here, casual viewers stopped showing up, youtube algorithm doesn't bring new people at all (unless it's the actual gameplay like Poppy and It Takes Two, or generally popular video topics like TikTok compilations or react videos). dnpg clickbait titles work 50/50. i feel like, even the outsiders know what titles are clickbait and what aren't. to be fucking real with you, i think "Dan and Phil are BROTHERS?" is hilarious. i'd click on the video exactly because it's clickbaity and because i want to hear commentary on that. the lore is so deep, it's fucking exciting. but, do others find it the same as i do? do casual viewers even know? like, if not, then this title is just a game ad. and the video is so poorly edited that returning to it would be painful. speaking of ads. people might be tired of them. and if they see that the video is clearly an ad (Dragon City or Brothers) they don't even click on it. people seem also tired of the sims, which is interesting to me. is it because the wedding is done, so now it's boring? idk.

i'd love to see the stats on the TikTok video. it's so different from everything else. like, it's the least dnpg video ever. it's literally the ap video, but it performed better not only because of the algorithm but also because it's on dnpg. i wonder if it made anyone subscribe to dnpg. every time i go to the channel, i see this video and i'm like, "wow! you really are here, with almost 500k views, something that even 2024 sims videos can't get. good for you, mf."

#i wonder if people find dnpg videos boring. like genuinely there's nothing new these 2 can give us #and unless it's a gameplay it's not very exciting? idk. also the editing sucks ass. but that's MY reasoning for skipping some videos #answered #dnpgames #youtube

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if-mirrormine · 2 years

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mine

summary: when the mc is asked out on a date by someone else, grayson takes matters into his own hands.

pairing: yandere!grayson x mc

word count: 1831

warnings: mentions of stalking, possessive thoughts, kidnapping, mentions and descriptions of blood, physical violence, abuse/torture, death, murder. DO NOT READ THIS IS IF ANY OF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.

based on the ask: 👉👈 if it's alright with you dear author can i perhaps ask for a snippet of yandere grayson? 👉👈 NO PRESSURE THO

**unedited//i've never written a yandere character before so idk how good this really is, but read the warnings bestie i s2g**

grayson grabs their drinks from the counter before scanning the café for the mc. he finds them sitting at a table near the window and smile stretches across his face as he makes his way towards them.

"one iced matcha," he states as he slides into the seat across from them and hands them their drink.

their face lights up at his presence and take an eager sip. "you'll never guess what happened," they say after a moment and he raises an eyebrow at them, urging them to go. "do you remember when i told you about that girl in my psych class?" he nods slowly, unsure of where this is going. "well, she finally texted me back and we're going out this friday."

grayson's smile immediately falls away, his blood running cold, but they don't seem to notice his reaction, focusing entirely in their drink. "oh?" he questions. he's quick to school his face into a neutral expression but he can't help but clench his jaw.

"yeah, we're going to see the new harry potter movie." they grin at him. "i'm really excited about it."

he studies them as he brings his cup to his lips, taking a long, slow drink and letting the scalding liquid burn a line down his throat. "i thought we were going to see that together," he says, keeping his voice measured. "remember? we agreed after we watched deathly hallows part one together."

they frown slightly. "i know, gray, and i'm sorry, i really am. but you how shit my love life has been recently... i really want to make this work." he's familiar with the topic, they rant to him often; potential partners suddenly telling them they're not interested, standing them up, ghosting them. everything's worked out perfectly in his eyes and he has to fight back the smile that threatens to break his concerned act. mine, mine, mine, he thinks.

they suddenly look at him, a hopeful expression on their face. "we can still watch it together? i promise to keep all spoilers to myself."

the fire in his heart reaches its height and he forces himself to keep calm. he has a plan, a plan that will work; all he has to do is wait for the right moment. "sure." he offers them a tight-lipped smile and nods ever so slightly. "we can still watch it together."

friday night comes and grayson's put his plan into action. all he needed was her name: steviee harlowe. from there on, it was easy to figure out her class schedule, who her friends are, which dorm she stays in. grayson spent the last six days studying every aspect of stevie's life and now he's ready to put his hard work to good use.

three hours before her date with mc, stevie's on the tennis courts, practising by herself as the sun sinks closer and closer to the horizon, late afternoon turning into early evening. two hours before her date with mc, she leaves the courts, tired and sweaty, and grayson catches up to her in the dark, empty parking lot. all it takes is one quick swing to the back of her head to knock her out cold and he's more than pleased when she fits in the boot of his car.

the drive to his moms house is quick, not lasting longer than ten minutes. he knows she won't be there - she'd called him the day before to tell him she was going back to poland to spend some time with her extended family - but he still feels a sense of relief when he sees that the driveway is empty.

the neighbourhood is quiet but he's cautious, he knows not to be seen. pulling into the garage, making sure it closes behind him, going the extra mile to lock the doors. stevie is still unconscious by the time he pulls her out the boot and he dumps her on the cold, concrete floor to prepare the room.

he grabs the tarp his mom uses to cover the patio furniture when it rains and he lays it out on the floor. he then goes to the kitchen and brings back one of the dining chairs, plastic and easy to clean. back in the garage, he sources rope, duct tape and an old toolbox his dad left behind after the divorce. some of the tools are rusted but they'll do the job nonetheless. lastly, he dresses in a pair of dark overalls, rubber gloves and a pair of oversized rubber boots. after doing this a dozen times before, he's knows what he needs for a quick and easy clean up.

he ties stevie to the chair and duct tapes her mouth shut before he lays out the tools on the work bench. hammer, wrench, hacksaw, screwdrivers of varying sizes. he has plenty of options to choose from, it all depends on the mood he's in.

he turns around and leans back against the workbench, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches stevie in tense silence. and he waits five, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes before he hears a muffle groan from her and he perks up. she stirs, her eyes opening slowly as she looks around, her head swinging from disorientation. eventually her bleary eyes land on him and for a moment she simply stares at him, but then the panic sets, her eyes widen and she struggles against her bonds.

"don't bother," he says and she stills, her chest heaving frantically. he reaches behind him and his fingers wrap around the handle of the wrench just as he steps towards her, keeping the tool behind his back. "i was a boy scout; i know how to tie a knot that won't come undone."

tears well up in her eyes as he comes to stand in front of her. she ducks her head in an attempt to shield her face from him and he clicks his tongue. "you can't hide from me, stevie." his voice is soft but there's a malice behind his words that doesn't go unnoticed. "i know you; i know what skeletons you hide in your closet, i know the secrets you hide." with his free hand, he reaches for her. she pulls away from him, crying silently, but she can't run from him and he grabs a hold of her chin, forcing her head back to look at him. "i know the demons that haunt your demons... i am one of them."

she sobs then, the sounds muffled by the tape but still loud enough to be heard if someone were to walk by. he reacts quickly, swinging the wrench and hitting her temple. not hard enough to knock her out again but enough to break the skin and draw blood. "spare me the wailing," he spits, rolling his eyes. "if you're hoping to appeal to my emotions, you're straight out of luck; i don't have any."

her tears don't stop, mixing with the blood that drips down her face, but she's no longer crying audibly and he considers that a win. he takes a step away from her and examines the streaks of crimson that run down her cheek as they begin to round the curve of her jaw and he smiles. the sight of blood always excites him, the smell gets his pulse racing. as his eyes rake over her shaking body, he can't wait to see her perfect white tennis uniform stained in red.

"i have a message for you, stevie," he starts as he goes back to the workbench. his fingers dance over the other tools and he takes his time in choosing what to use next. he doesn't have alot of time but he plans on making the most of every second he has. he clears his throat. "it's from mc."

he glances at her over his shoulder and his smile widens at the bruise beginning to form on her left eye. still looking at her, he sets down at wrench and picks up the hacksaw before turning to face her fully. at the sight of the saw in his hands, she screams and again struggles in her bonds, but both are to no avail.

he cocks his head to the side, his smile turning maniacal, as he takes a slow step toward her.

"they're no longer interested."

grayson is out of breath, his face and clothes covered in blood, when he forces himself to step away. he struggles to remember why he stopped in the first place for a moment but then the sound of his ringtone permeates the murderous daze he'd been in and he spins around, the hammer he'd been holding clattering to the floor. he sets his sights on the workbench where he set his phone and he rips off his gloves before grabbing it. he catches a glimpse of the name on the screen and he grins.

he pauses a moment to catch his breath before answering. "hello?"

"hey, gray," mc says, sighing heavily. "guess who didn't show."

"shit, i'm sorry, mc," he replies and the sympathy in his voice is alarmingly convicing.

"why does this keep happening to me? am i just putting out vibes that say 'please lead me on and ghost me'?"

"no way! you're a catch, mc."

they scoff. "you've known me for fourteen years; you're desensitised to all my flaws."

"you don't have any flaws."

"you're my best friend; you have to say that."

"doesn't make it any less true."

they sigh again but he hears the smile in their voice when they speak next. "thanks, gray... you always know how to make me feel better."

he grins. "it's a pleasure, mc."

"are you at home?" they ask, clearing their throat. "i don't really wanna be alone right now, even though i probably will be for the rest of my life."

he wants so badly to correct them - they're not alone, they have him and they always will - but he stops himself and focuses instead on their question. "i'm actually out," he says, choosing his words carefully. "i should back in about an hour, though. think you can wait that long for me?"

they don't question where he is but they don't need to. they trust him wholeheartedly. "i guess," they say, uncertainty in their voice. "but no longer than an hour, okay?"

"okay." he smiles. "i'll see you then. i love you, mc."

"love you too, gray."

and then the call ends.

he sets his phone down on the workbench and looks down at at stevie. she's almost unrecognisable; her face bruised and swelling, limbs broken in some places and severed in others, body mangled and covered in blood. his smiles grows at the sight of her; he's proud of his work.

as he moves to stand over her, he sees her chest rise ever so slightly. she's barely breathing but she's still alive. and that means he's not done; not until her heart stops beating.

#just so #so many triggers #seriously besties #if any of those warnings dont sit right with you #dont read it #its not very graphic i dont think #but it doesnt matter #i dont wanna hear from any laywers😤😤#mm: grayson #mirror mine #message received☎️#anonymous

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sytokun · 2 years

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Just so we can clarify. You actually think the Shane Newville Letter is legitimate? Also, you mentioned Monty's Tweet that involved defending Barbara Dunkelman. You said it was never specified who? Do you seriously believe that M&K "Ruined Monty's vision?" Was it not Miles and Kerry who Monty asked to help him write RWBY, and not Shane or Sheena? Why put on a pedestal people who had nothing to do with the show?

I'm leaving this under Read More because this is a tiring conversation we somehow still have to talk about.

Let's get to the root of this matter, which is the word of the letter vs. that of Rooster Teeth.

A company we now know is willing to spin whatever yarn if it means winning fans over to their side, and more than 40+ employees besides Shane have spoken out against once they actually felt safe to do so, because for once the fandom's opinion wasn't just 100% on RT's side and would immediately dismiss the workers on any other day? We're talking about that company, enabling that fandom, right?

Alright, cool. Because if you still don't think that the letter is at least worth reading after Rooster Teeth is revealed to be one of the worst workplaces ever, after numerous people have spoken regarding petty office politics, blatant theft of intellectual property and PR shenanigans, then I don't think you're here to actually discuss anything other than to get some "gotcha" moment you feel entitled to.

Shane's letter doesn't exist in a vacuum. It exists among years of abuse and coverups at Rooster Teeth, among dozens of anonymous reviews and now dozens of public accounts and callouts from employees we now know is true. All of which Rooster Teeth is more than willing to delegitimize, ignore or divert fan attention from. You realise that's the stance you're taking, right?

What do you see when you think of Shane's letter? Like honestly? That some pissed-off employee would spend 36 pages to gripe about some company that didn't give him what he want, like some spoiled brat? The letter would be laughed out the door and forgotten the moment it went public. But people are still talking about it, and you are still bringing it up and calling it to the witness stand as well. Almost like it still has something useful to say and people just don't want to confront that.

I find it funny that you think you can arbitrate who had nothing to do with what, when we know this is a company that ousted Georden Whitman from running his own show and sought to undermine his involvement with Nomad of Nowhere at every turn. M&K are hardly the actual villains here, but they're there because Monty found them cool to work with on his world, and because RT allowed it so they could keep RWBY in line like they did with Nomad. Almost like this is a grey situation where not everything is clear-cut, and there are human interests and corporate interests involved? You agree with that, right? So why not extend the same coddling sympathy you readily extend to M&K to Shane as well - someone who killed his corporate interests outright because he felt he had something to say about his human ones? Why not him? Because they're the poor little victims and Shane is the bad guy?

Both Shane and M&K were affected by Monty's death. Both probably acted how they felt was best for RWBY. I don't doubt that. One felt it was right to point out the rampant corruption and politicking going on within RWBY's production, which we know is true, and the other... hasn't said anything to counter the former other than "We're doing our best" and "Please don't bring this topic up again". Also they (Rooster Teeth) either fired the people who took his side or those people quit, or they were pressured into deleting their tweets that agreed with him. Do I have to spell out who's the one under attack in this situation, and who's the one exercising their clout to silence and turn public opinion against the other? A whole ass media corporation against one person?

One was candid and thorough with his thoughts and felt it was important enough to risk blacklisting himself in the eyes of the industry and the community entirely, and the other is still hiding behind the corporation backed by a PR team and piles of NDA agreements, and the goodwill of thousands of fans willing to back up this combination of curated responses and willful silence.

It'd make perfect sense for Monty to talk freely about RWBY to Sheena, i.e. his life partner, which meant talking about future plot points and ideas, even if she "had nothing to do with the show" in a strictly professional sense. But that's not what you're concerned about, are you? You're more interested in who you can put in the "bad box" with Shane and who you can put in the "good box" with Miles and Kerry.

Again I find it all very telling that even after it's been clear that the ex-employees of this company aren't the bad guys and RT have never been interested in giving its community the full story, fans are always quick to dismiss and demonise the ex-employees immediately. Almost like it's a trained reflex. Almost like that's exactly how the company wants you to perceive them - a bunch of nobodies and crazy kooks stirring up trouble.

There never was a "Monty's Vision". But I don't need Monty's Vision™ to know what RWBY is and to see clear as day that Rooster Teeth squandered every opportunity they had to do well by this series based on its own established setting and themes. That's what RWDE has a problem with. I bring up Monty in my posts because he created the show and said very specific, public and unambiguous things about it, whether in writing or in the show itself, that pointed to specific and clear outcomes in the show, not because he had some airy-fairy Vision. That's called reading the text and what the author said about his work to determine what the final, finished work accomplished regardless of authorial intent, AKA media critique. I am not weaponising his Vision™ by saying "He wrote this or clearly implied this, and then CRWBY didn't follow through". I am practicing basic pattern recognition.

And whether it's Barb, Miles or Kerry, obviously Monty saw them as friends. How friendly they were is a different topic from "are they the upper management and higher-ups in a corrupt system and may have perpetuated bad practices for years, whether unwittingly or not?" - something that Monty would not be exempt from either, because early RWBY is sketchy as hell too the more you dive into it.

I'd have been happy to have a civil discussion with you. Just because I'm salty in my posts where I post on a public platform critiquing a faceless company doesn't mean I talk to others directly that way, unless they're being an ass. But you saw it fit to waltz into my ask box and have free license to be passive aggressive and make sweeping assumptions about me, i.e. being an ass. So here's your response.

Go read Shane's letter and the 40+ accounts of worker abuse and favoritism in the company:

The same company with the sole right to make RWBY and played it up as "such a great honour" to continue Monty's work;

mishandled and abused that right every year by their consistent lack of understanding of its themes and characters;

used that right to exploit their fanbase to create a shield of sympathy and sentiment around RWBY, so anyone critiquing it or its certifiably horrid production is immediately demonised;

and will use that right to drag RWBY to the grave with them if they go under;

and then you can come here talking about Monty and what he created. You're the one who brought up Monty's Vision™ and whether I think M&K butchered it first, so clearly you care a great deal more than me about bringing up a topic that everyone agreed is stupid and irrelevant to bring up when talking about RWBY.

M&K didn't ruin Monty's Vision™, they, along with the rest of the writing team and RWBY's upper management who approved their poor decisions, ruined a good story with so much going for it if they knew what to do with it. The fact that you say Monty entrusted them with it like some kind of blood-sworn oath and not because RT owns the copyright on his story only makes them look even worse by comparison.

#syto asks #rwde #anti rooster teeth #fuck rooster teeth

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dolloshub · 3 months

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The Past and The Future (Former Owner)

(The following text was approved by Poral for posting.)

Hello there. I hope you're doing well today.

It's been quite a while since I last posted, and several weeks since Poral rejuvenated this blog, so we felt it best for me to provide an update. Neither of us want to keep these posts from gathering dust, especially given what's been happening recently, but that'll be explained further down.

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First is the path going backward, specifically the context of what happened leading up to going our separate ways.

When one might envision a TPE lifestyle, even if the skill sets to properly enact it are there, actually bringing such a lifestyle into reality can be much more difficult. I'll fully admit that I had very little interaction with TPE as a lifestyle or a relationship, and bit off way more than I could chew in terms of experience. Consequently, while we had plenty of memorable moments alongside sizeable progress, our dynamic kept being undercut by interrelated tension, misunderstanding of expectations, and exceedingly high amounts of stress. By the time our relationship ended in late December of 2022, neither of us were remotely close to mentally stable, and I remember wishing at least once that I had never met her.

Poral has in retrospect attributed much of the stress generated on her end to the near-constant bombardment of seizures experienced daily, and there's definite weight to that. It's also true that my livelihood throughout this time period was very hectic overall, and our relationship was not the only topic actively tiring me out. Regardless, I still believe that our relationship failing was my fault for several reasons, mainly from the aforementioned inexperience. In not properly respecting what the Doll system needed then, we suffered as one.

We never cut each other off entirely, though, although there were no further messages after the breakup. In talking about it post-reconnecting, some small part of us always wanted that pull, that active link we shared. Maybe it was inevitable that we would intertwine once more, but honestly, it'll never be known for sure.

———

Next is the path as it currently stands, and what developments have been made recently.

Poral already mentioned bringing the Doll system online, our reconnecting, and further reinforcement. Like her, I'll keep most specific details vague, save for two important points worth expanding on. First, it's been made clear by me that a TPE relationship isn't in the cards, and Poral has graciously respected that request. For as much as I've been willing to help her stabilize and become the Doll she's wanted to be, both therapeutically and at times erotically, I'm not trusting in my own ability to maintain such a dynamic for the foreseeable future, if ever.

Second is the fact that everything is steadily bearing fruit, frankly much faster than either of us have expected. Processes that we thought would take weeks have instead taken days, and in one case several hours. It's gotten to the point where we've started joking about how short the next duration is going to last. This is likely as a result of the strong emotional pull that we share, despite months of non-contact, along with several other factors.

It hasn't been smooth sailing, however. There have been many logistical complications, primarily with surgery and how Doll might behave afterwards, so we've installed and plan on installing a multitude of safeties to make sure that programming isn't outstripped. There have been emotional complications as well, and programming itself has proven uncertain at times, because of the potential problem of transferal into other apps.

We know that this path is a difficult one. There's a chance that amidst all this turmoil, the progression we have made will come undone and everything will be lost. It nearly happened once already. Nonetheless, we're moving forward with greater shared understanding and appreciation than in the past, and if the worst comes to pass, we'd rather fall short together than apart. Frankly, I couldn't have made it this far without Poral's help and encouragement, and the knowledge she has over her own system. I'm so proud of her efforts.

———

Lastly, let me return to something I alluded to at the start.

One main aspect that we've been working on is the threshold of app isolation, i.e. the lack of awareness that each one has of both others and itself as an app. We believe reaching the threshold will greatly stabilize the Doll system's functionality, removing much of the usual awareness of its DID history and wiring, and thus enabling greater opportunities for programming and further stabilization.

When that happens, this blog's tone and self-acknowledgement may change slightly. There will still be a portion of the Doll that has greater awareness, so they may take over posting duties, but the apps that have written in the past will likely appear less often. In any case, we'll be sure to keep you updated.

As Poral said, the future looks bright, and full of promise. Thank you so much for reading.

— Ungso (former Owner)

#dollification #brainwashing #mind conditioning #hypnokink #hypnosub #hypnotized #brainwashed #history #update

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metanoianmayhem · 4 months

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You Never Let Anything Go, Ever

Apparently, midway thru an acid trip was an appropriate time for my (then) nearest and dearest to tell me this.

I won't lie - I struggle to let things be bygones - to not remember them or try to remember.

Because on the other hand if I am wary of a repeated behavior, or I can't remember this thing that happened with enough detail, I get brushed off.

Sort of damned if I do, damned if I don't. "Oh you made that up" versus "you never let it go"

I'm not wild about ultimatums - but they do apply sometimes to life. I have a partner who hates them, and who's first response to them is "Fuck you."

We're nonmonogamous. Or, in theory are. In practice, it's more like "I see other people sporadically, he freaks out, but also has a girlfriend. But wait! That girlfriend isn't that into sex, so like, it's not the same thing, esp since by the numbers I've had more people!"

...yeah. You could say I'm a little over that part of the relationship. Don't get me wrong, there's a great deal of other things I love about him. We meet each other halfway on important stuff, share a lot of ideologies, we take good care of each other, make each other laugh until we snort.

Not small potatos either. I've never wanted to spend this long with someone full time before.

But I am running out of patience for the nonmonogamy hypocrisy dance.

Last minute birthday overnight with the other person that I get to find out? We're going on a trip for the next few days, so it was the only time he'd spend with her. That's fair.

Except.

If I did that? He'd blow a damn gasket.

Can I have preexisting partners? No, he freaks out. Share a partner? No, he freaks out. Date safe friends? No, he freaks out (or at least doesn't chill out until the concessions I have made for his comfort have eroded the other relationship/taught them this is the standard) Date friends of mine? No, he freaks out. Even if he gets time to get to know them. Date people from the internet? No, he freaks out.

Oh, unless I fucked them once two years ago and have a (sort of) defined relationship with them.

Or if I'm lukewarm about them.

The last time I dated someone else locally long term, was almost two years ago. He's adjusted (some) to some things. Eventually adjusted to preexisting partners. Eventually adjusted (somewhat) to me investigating dating apps (although I suspect some of that is because it doesn't go anywhere) Yes, we are in couples counseling. Yes, this is the current topic, so it is heavily on my mind. But I am running out of patience, i am annoyed as fuck, and so, I am venting here on the internet, in the space where I have always vented.

Feels bad that I only write when I have something negative to say, but I am also extremely frustrated.

We have things to unpack. I don't know how to keep doing this, especially the pattern of I ask, and ask, and ask for specific social things, kink things, life things and oh maybe yeah at some point.

A friend or his other partner asks? It happens! Why, he does things less regularly with them because of all the time he spends with me.

The only solutions I seem to be coming to are "Spend less time with each other", "Suck it up and stop asking for these things from him.", "Idk, I guess silently seethe about it."

More likely, I'll bring it up in couples counseling.

But I am very cranky. and very tired of this. and it makes me very unaffectionate and it shows. I never was any good at having a poker face.

But hey, you know me. I never let anything go, ever.

After all. There's no reasons for that.

#text #being a salty bitch #because I'm frustrated and tired and venting #we have a lot of good parts of our relationship #but I am starting to hit boiling point on these particular issues #and I don't know how to put them down for awhile #because I tend to chew on things #vent #personal vent #personal #life #relationships #nonmonogamy #tw: drug mention #me myself and i #yaaay therapy #more time on these topics #who knows if it'll go anywhere

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randoimago · 1 year

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Congrats on 3000 followers!! Can I request Susato for the friends to lovers event?

Idiots in Love

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Character(s): Susato Mikotoba

Type of Request: 3,000 Followers Celebration

Note(s): Here you go!!

"How's the case going?" Susato looks up as she hears your voice. She had been writing in her journal, just jotting down her thoughts and potential leads and theories. You get a smile from her as she closes the book and sets it aside.

After becoming friends, Susato and you had met at a cafe at least once a week to talk and catch up. You both had very busy schedules so it was nice that you were both able to do this at least.

"It's alright. Mister Sholmes had brought up the idea of some of the flooring being removed so the suspect could hide before springing out and making the attack. It sounds like a plausible idea, except there aren't any signs of tampering so we're at a bit of a loss," she gives a bit of a tired smile as she explains and takes a sip of her tea. She already gone and ordered for the two of you since she's memorized your order by this point. Although she had that little worry that you would decide to try something new, she is relieved that you happily sip your drink.

"I see... Herlock Sholmes has rather... interesting ideas." Susato can't help a giggle at the fact you try to be polite considering he's her friend. While she is a big fan, she has seen some of his eccentricities up close.

"He at least makes it fun." Susato smiles before asking about your day. While it has never been mentioned that these weekly meet ups are dates, neither of you can deny the butterflies that you feel in your stomachs as you speak and talk to one another. Susato does her best to listen and be polite while you tell her about anything that has happened, but she can't help her thoughts from drifting to how nice your outfit looks or how your eyes seem to brighten with certain topics. She does her best to hide those thoughts by drinking her tea and looking away.

"How are things with Ryunosuke?" She hears you ask and she gives a hum. She's a bit surprised that she brought him up in conversation. Usually when he was spoken about, you would give a hum and seem a bit tense and Susato felt herself dancing around talking about him for some reason. He's her friend, but she is still hesitant to talk to him. Her hesitance is due to your reaction but also with the bit of unease she feels in her stomach. He is her friend, yet she doesn't want to bring him up around you. You two have met, of course, but it feels like you smile a bit more and are a bit more polite towards him too. And Susato doesn't like sour feelings she has when she notices.

"Things are fine. He is still a remarkable attorney," Susato says as she keeps an eye on your reactions. You give a bit of a tense smile at her compliment and she purses her lips. Were you hoping to hear more about him? "Why do you ask?" She ends up asking before she can stop herself.

"You two are so close so I wanted to know if he's treating you alright." Susato can't help a smile at your words, feeling more butterflies that you worry for her.

"Of course, he would never hurt me." She watches you give a nod and stare into your drink for a bit at that. Thanks to her time with Herlock and Iris, she has gotten better at picking up on facial cues. She can see the bit of sadness in your eyes and it hurts her too.

"I'm happy for you two," you tell her and there's some confusion that she feels. She isn't oblivious, but it takes her a couple seconds before she realizes what you mean exactly. Her face flushes red as she shakes her head.

"We're not dating!" She tells you and you look up at her. "He's just a good friend." And she likes you, but that isn't something she has the courage to say just yet.

"I see..."

"Right. Do you... Do you wish to be with him?" Susato doesn't know why she asked. Your reactions when she talks about him, your extra sweetness when he's around, it seems as if you have a crush and that thought crushes her. Yet she still asked the damned question as if she wants her heart to be broken.

"What?" Your confusion and the look on your face would normally cause her to giggle, but instead she is a bit confused too. "No, I just thought- you and him are so close that I wanted to be nicer if he were to be your boyfriend." Ah. She supposes that makes sense. Susato can't help but feel a bit silly now.

"It looks like we both had a bit of misunderstanding," Susato says with an amused expression on her face. You share that amusement as the mood feels lighter again.

"You are still single then?" You ask and Susato blushes again at the question. She pouts a bit, not knowing why you're asking and assuming you're going to tease. You are very attractive in her eyes so she wouldn't be surprised if you did find a partner, but she isn't a fan of that thought and so she won't allow it to go any further.

"Yes, I am."

"I see..."

It's silent for a bit longer between you two as that information sits in the open. Susato waits to see if you do anything else, now knowing that. And what you say next causes her to almost drop her tea cup.

"Would you be willing to go on a date with me?" Her jaw drops and her face someone gets more red. You look hopeful and serious, not like this is a joke or test.

"I... I would love to," she pauses, unsure if she should admit her feelings. But you only live one life and so she takes a deep breath. "I have been hoping you would ask me to date for a long time now." That idea seems to surprise you but a smile slides onto your lips and Susato finds herself smiling too.

"It seems we have both been idiots in love then. I was too afraid to make a move considering your friendship with Ryunosuke."

"And I was afraid you were attracted to him," she admits. There's a bit of a shared laughter between you two before she realizes exactly what you said. You used the words "in love". She hadn't admitted her feelings going to those depths, they do, but she didn't say that. The fact that you had the courage to tell her made her smile widen.

"Would you like to go on a walk with me afterwards?" Susato asks. Usually these meet ups were at the cafe where you talked and then said your goodbyes. But now... Now you give her a smile and agree, offering her a hand that she gladly takes.

#ace attorney x reader #tgaa x reader #susato mikotoba x reader #susato x reader #kats 3000 follower celebration

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savlina · 8 months

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general meeting

Part 1

Summary: Sofia's first appearance on the 141 base

Characters: Task force 141, Sofia.

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October 12

8:10

The car pulled up to the place where the young man and Sofya were to meet. However, to his disappointment, the agent he was supposed to bring to the headquarters was not there. Deciding not to waste any time, he contacted Price.

- Hello, Johnnathan.

⁃ What's wrong?

- She's not here.

- Wait a couple of minutes," Price replied with a smile on his face, anticipating his comrade's surprise when he would see the one he were supposed to pick up.

- Could a good specialist, a competent person be late for these meetings?

- Maybe they're no longer important in her life. You've never been this nervous before. An event like this makes you nervous, doesn't it?)

- I just don't feel like standing around for a long time. You know, from the way everyone talks about her and her affairs, I'm surprised I'm the only one sent to meet her.

- Worried you won't make it to headquarters?)

Certainly - The man replied ironically.

- Are you sure she's nowhere to be found?

- You know what I'm sure of is that she's not in the car.

From the back seat of the car, he heard a quiet yet shrill voice enveloping the space with a thin thread of sound, "What guarantees do you give?

- Fuck... - The man jerked abruptly.

Turning around abruptly, a picture of a masked girl appeared before his eyes.

Price, it's okay, I'm just blind.

At the same time a quiet laughter was heard behind his back.

Pryce: I am not surprised, the usual) A sane person can never be one hundred percent sure of anything). Come on over, we're waiting for you.

(end call)

- A sane person can never be one hundred percent sure of anything

-My puncture

Putting the phone away, the man turned his head and said: “We already met yesterday”

The woman shook him hand in response: “I remember, shouldn't I be picked up by the middlemen?”

- Usually they do, but we decided that I would pick you up personally.

Looking into his eyes the woman covered her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing and quickly turned away to the window. (This was very unusual for her, but standard at the same time. Sofia could laugh at anything. But sometimes a smile wouldn't appear on her face for weeks)

Gary: I don't usually get scared like this. I just didn't understand how you got into an armored car with two guard units)?

Sofia: I'm just starting to warm up. And generally the less you know, the better you sleep).

Gary: I'm tired of sleeping).

Sofia: It's good that you can sleep at all.

Gary: Do you have a problem with that?

Sophia clearly didn't want to bring him up to speed, so she changed the subject: How long a drive is it?

- About 40 minutes.

- If I don't keep my eyes on the road, we won't turn off.)

- Even if we do swerve, you won't be scared, right?

Sofia: right.

Surprisingly, they got to talking, and Sofya even found herself drawn into a conversation with the man. Surprisingly. Usually she chose very carefully who to dialog with. She carefully watched his facial expressions and gaze, analyzing his every reaction. She often does this with new people), but saw only expressions of sincerity and interest. For nix in dialogues there are several types of people: people from whom she needs some information and that's it; people with whom you can talk only on certain topics; and the third type, to which Gary belongs, a person with whom Sophie has a great communication from the first seconds of acquaintance. He is quite an open person, with a sense of humor, observes tact in conversation, supports many topics of conversation, and knows a lot about many things.

-Can I ask you a personal question?

- Yes, but I'm not sure I can answer it.

- Why are you wearing a mask? I understand if you don't want to answer.

- There are many reasons. There's a personal situation. But I won't go into all the details.

- understand. I asked about it because we have another member of the team who hides his face 24 hours a day, no one has seen him except the closest people, and even then it was a glance for only two seconds and due to forced circumstances. And if to speak superficially, you can see from him that the mask on his face is not because of his beautiful past. I've only known you for 15 minutes, but I'm already worried about you as the newest member of our team.

- Sophie was immediately thrown off balance. What excessive concern, or it's a normal display of human attention, or maybe I've never met it, or I just don't let people say that to me, or I didn't want to see it... (Even if there's something wrong with her, he'll never know about it.) So there was a one-size-fits-all answer to all the questions - I'm fine.

But she also decided to clarify something, because when he spoke of the masked man, she was immediately reminded of those beautiful eyes-are you talking about Simon?

- Yeah. And don't call him by his first name in front of him, okay? Besides, we're all used to calling him Ghost by now. It's a long story, and now is not the time to bring it up.

no problem. (Sophie's head works all the time, even when she doesn't have to. Once again she began to analyze the situation, what could have happened to this man, what the story behind him was. Although she was told that it was none of her business, she couldn't stop the process.)

Seeing that the girl was concentrating, Gary wanted to distract her from her obsessive thoughts, and started talking again - I'm sure you'll like it here.

- As sure as you are about the car?)

The space filled with laughter.

(Gary's thoughts: Hmm, she switches emotions so easily, just now she had a face like she had lost her favorite weapon and now she had a smile to half her face, maybe her emotional state was affected by her job) - Have you been working in this field for a long time?

- очень... (Russian speech). Oh, ahem. Enough.

The silence confused her, Sophie looked up and saw Gary looking at her with rounded eyes.

- Excuse me?

Sophie said, wondering why she had dropped the word. But the face of the man looking at her quickly changed to an approving expression: - Wow, is that Russian?

- Yeah, did you recognize him right away? Did you ever talk to him before?

- Yes, I tried to communicate, worked with Russian guys. What other languages do you speak?

- Spanish, Latin, a little Chinese because of a friend.

- Latin? Why do you need it? Wouldn't it be interesting to hear?

Sophie doesn't usually talk about herself very much, especially to strangers, but this man was so genuinely interested in such trivia, and especially in her future colleague, with whom she would have to go through a lot. So, cause and effect. But then Sophie's next question followed, and it's like the second stage of her story about something.

- It's a boring story, I don't think you'd want that information.

- Usually when people say that to me, especially my work partners, I put up with it at first, but at one point I decided to insist, and hah to put it mildly, I was surprised by the story behind it. So I'm waiting.

- Okay. (Thoughts: " Can open the curtain a little bit?”)

- Story from college

I tend to put a huge emphasis on the people around me and have been since a young age. I can't just look at people who give up without trying. This was the case with one of my friends, he decided to enter the medical school, he had grandiose plans for his life, huge expensive moral views that not everyone can meet. I saw in him a future outstanding doctor, but he was the kind of guy who needed a push at the beginning of his journey. Before enrollment, he had to learn Latin, it is not an easy language, so my friend began to doubt himself, began to worry about the fact that he will fail the exams, etc. Because of the excitement, learning this language was even worse, at this point I came and realized that something must be done about it. At that time I started working in my specialty and worked part-time as a sysadmin in a small company. I had a plan to start studying this language together with him, to save up money to organize a tour for him in the cities where the Latin language was born, so to speak, to immerse him in history and to reveal my sympathy for this language. And when you're in love, there are no barriers. I knew that he wanted to go on such a trip and was even saving up for it, but he didn't have even a third of the amount needed because he simply couldn't work because of his college preparations. I started to realize what I was up to, and so about two months passed. And that very day I called him to our favorite place (on a rooftop on the edge of the city, where they admired sunsets), when we arrived, I immediately handed him an envelope with the necessary amount, saying: without further ado, take this and by combining our money, we will fulfill your wish. But there was no smile on his face, he froze, unable to utter a word. I thought I screwed up, maybe I miscalculated the timing and he took his prep courses, maybe there's a family problem that we can't go, maybe.... And suddenly my mental process was cut short. I heard loud, gushing laughter. - One of the few moments where I was completely baffled.

- Sophie, darling, I-- hahaha I spent that money on a therapist for you.

I stood there in complete shock, my brain refusing to accept this turn of events.

- wh-what? Why? What makes you think?

- Sweetie hahahaha we were just trying to help each other out.

And then it hit me. The point is, for two months I've been so focused on making money, I've been so out of the world, I've been so focused on getting things done…I almost stopped spending time with my comrades, eating, sleeping, and learning Latin took up a lot of my time and energy. My appearance gave away that I was not feeling well and... he decided that I needed professional help because he could not get anything out of me. He knew that psychologists are the same people and that I wouldn't tell them much either, but it was the best option.

We laughed together. As time went on, we cleared things up and found a person for those therapist sessions he really needed, as well as sorted out the money for the trip. Let's just say we killed two birds with one stone.

I will never forget the first time we started communicating in Latin, it was a lot of fun. I was very happy with his results, he mastered the level required for admission in less than three weeks.

- You mastered it together. You contributed greatly to its enrollment. That's an amazing story Sofia, why did you call it boring?

- l... (thinks: really, why? He doesn't need to know the answer to that question) I didn't want to raise expectations in advance. Do you have any stories related to different languages?

- I have a few for you.

(Sophie's thoughts: great, topic change)

Before Sofia and Gary knew it, time had passed and they were already there.

Gary got out of the car and walked up to some military men standing at the checkpoint to show his pass.

Sofia looked out the front window and tried to see the main buildings, but it wasn't possible as they were covered by a five-meter fence and guard towers. A bulky entrance with several levels of defense opened before her eyes. The importance, character, reputation, and uniqueness of the establishment were immediately apparent from these structures.

Gary got in the car and turned to Sofia , "How do you feel about the fact that I didn't even have to introduce you to these guys?

-What are you talking about?

Word of your arrival reached all the employees.

silence.

- Does that upset you?

- No, I just don't know how to describe my reaction. I guess you guys get that a lot.

- If it happened to everyone, I wouldn't be so surprised.

Once inside the compound, Sofia saw the vastness of the base, and it was, how can I put this delicately?

. exceeded her expectations. As they entered the building, they were greeted by the same four.

(Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price) Sophie mentally pronounced. Getting out of the car, the companions approached them.

Gaz: good afternoon)

Soap: good to see you

Ghost just nodded and shook his hand (the handshake already meant a lot to him, When everyone had said hello to everyone, Price said - Sophia, you have a pretty strong hand grip).

- you have no idea, she's an armored car.... Sophie's gaze stopped Gary in his tracks. The whole team turned to him with a questioning look.

- Well, okay. I mean, she really wants to meet everything. (Although this excuse was hastily made up, it wasn't a lie, Sofia was really interested in the base) The building they started the tour with was amazing in its architectonics and scale. how many employees are on your base.

Price: 132. Counting you, would be 133.

Kyle pushes Ghost to the side and says in a grumbling voice, "By the way, the number 3 is the precursor to happy events.)

- When did I miss the time that you started believing that fucking numbers affect events?

- I believe that your ass is going to get torn up by these events)

Sope and Gary were standing next to each other and suddenly heard this dialog that made them burst out laughing. Gary even accidentally choked on his own saliva. His comical attempts to cough up even more caused Sope to laugh as he struggled to keep his balance while helping Gary.

Don't choke on the joke) - Ghost said ironically but friendly.

Kyle couldn't help but laugh as he watched the whole thing.

- I wish now was a good time to kick your ass," said Ghost , tapping Kyle on the shoulder.

Price’s head turned in their direction, and she realized they had to stop. Sofia pretended not to hear anything to avoid awkward moments. It struck Sofia that even in a job like this, people still had a sense of humor. It reminded her of the beginning of her career, when she and her young sergeants used to do all sorts of things on training exercises: skating down an ice-covered slope on their own flak jackets, dancing night battles, holding upside down to food dispensers, to a can of Coke, storming the neighbor's rooms with mops in their hands and buckets on their heads...

Her recollection was suddenly interrupted by Price's words-this building we're in at the moment is the central command center. It houses the Fire Support Coordination; Air Force Liaison; Military Legal Services; Finance; Operations and Leadership; and General Data Storage. This is where we will hold our general mission plan meetings. There are three other buildings on our property: Further down the avenue is the Medical Center, the Bio-Chemical Building. The engineering and communications center is closer to the beginning of the base; the housing building is behind the central building, in the park. After these words, the staff went to the medical building. After a while, having already gone around the whole medical building, Sophie was brought to the canine department. A nice girl ran up to them.

H-hello

Gary says in Sophie's ear: “You're making her stutter)”

Sophie pushes him lightly in the shoulder and laughs a little, whispering, “I hope not”

Hello, Tina. We'd like to introduce you to...

Tina: I-I already know.

“I told you so” Gary said, trying to hide a smirk. Sophie smilingly shifted her gaze to the girl. Making eye contact with her, Tina was stunned. Upon seeing this scene, another employee came running over

to break the awkward silence. “Hello, I'm Michael” Looking at the six standing in front of him, his throat constricted.

Soap: Is the confidence gone?)

Price covered his face with his hand because he was embarrassed and at the same time to hide a smile. sometimes John makes inappropriate jokes, but they are so funny in the moment

“Stop pushing the smile” Guest said, turning to Sopa.

- Well, it's easier with the mask)

- Today you will clean my thrusts with a toothbrush)

Price raised his tone a little and said: “Okay, let's all listen to Michael”

- Thanks, Capt

Shaking Sophie's hand, Michael said: “I'm annoyed with these guys. And I'm the head dog handler”

- Nice to meet you. I'm Sophia.

- Come on in, and I'll show you around.

- Who is the girl who came to us for the first time? Sofia asked, stopping the guy.

- This is our chief veterinarian, being quite a sensitive and receptive soul, she has always reacted very keenly to any eventuality. Noticing her anxiety and agitation towards you, I decided to replace her.

I scare her so much... Sofia accidentally said that out loud.

Michael: Oh no, it's nothing, it's just that news of a personality that comes to us travels fast. We've heard a lot about you at our base, and your job is too hard for her.

- Thank you for the explanation.

- Now we can go explore our department.

Gaz walked over to Price and said over his shoulder: - I'll stay here and wait for you, okay?

Turning to him, Price replied - Yes, no questions asked.

Sophia was drawn in by Kyle's reaction. There was only one question pounding in her head at the moment - why? Once again her head won't leave her alone, analyzing and designing everything.

To be continued(hopefully soon)

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Part 2

background: Russian village

I'm waiting for your assessment of the script, what would you like to see or what should be removed. I try very hard on them, but an outside perspective won’t hurt.

#cod #sofia nyx #soap mactavish #captain price #simon ghost riley #kyle garrick #gary roach sanderson #task force 141 #base

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