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celtic-crossbow · 26 days

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Blood Ties Chapter 21

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Warnings: Typical TWD Violence and Gore; Sexual content; Animal death (hunting - not descriptive); Mild description of vomit; a little sad angsty moment; Non-con sedation

You had to admit that holy shit, it was nice to be out in the fresh air. It was cold as fuck, but you were bundled up in the coat that had been brought to you all those weeks ago. It sucked to keep it situated for easy gun and knife access but it was enough. Your feet were warm in your boots, two pairs of socks since they were a little big to accommodate any swelling of your feet as the pregnancy progressed but that only meant that your toes were nice and toasty. Leggings under maternity jeans were a hindrance when the baby decided to drop kick your bladder, but otherwise, necessary to ensure you didn’t get frostbite in very inconvenient areas, as well as your legs.

You had been walking through the snow for about an hour before coming across any walkers. There were two, both women. One a little older than Beth and one about your own age. They moved slower in the cold, you had noticed. After putting them down, you became aware that their skin appeared to be freezing solid.

“Walker popsicles. Huh.” You muttered, storing that information to share. Another fifteen minutes went by and you had still seen no game, so you decided to stop and rest. You weren’t necessarily out of shape but you were growing a human inside of you. That tended to take a bit out of the energy department. You had swiped a canteen and some of the jerky, partaking of both to make sure you could carry out what you came to do.

“Alright, Thumper. Let’s see if we can figure out daddy’s weapon of choice. Can’t be that hard, right?” You promptly came very close to shooting a bolt into your own foot. You blinked at it and looked around as if there had been anyone else to see the incident before putting a hand to your belly. Thumper rolled as if just as shocked. “Let’s just keep that between us, okay?”

It was the operation that hindered you. Once you figured out the mechanics,—with about forty-five minutes of tinkering—aiming and firing were things that came naturally to you. Daryl was going to murder you when he had to fix everything you had fucked with in your exploration of the weapon. Collecting the bolts you had used for practice, you froze, eyes narrowed on the small indentations in the snow. Rabbits.

Small game was your specialty. You always hunted rabbits and squirrels when it was just you and father. There was nowhere to keep an abundance of meat in your small home. No smokehouse. It had been different when the family would come over, your aunt and uncles. They loved their venison and you never had to be concerned with wasting anything.

The smile that lifted the corners of your mouth was one born of bittersweet longing. You wished your father could be there to meet his grandchild, but you were—at the same time—thankful that he wasn’t around to see what had truly become of the world, that it would never go back to how it used to be.

Still, you chuckled as you wiped away a tear. Your father would have had one hell of a time getting used to the idea of Daryl being the father, but in the end, he would have been the first to see through that rough exterior to the man hidden underneath. And he would not have wasted a single second before calling the archer out on it.

“If you’re a boy, I could name you after your grandad. Maybe after your uncle, if your daddy wants.” Daryl still hadn’t revealed much about his family. Maybe once he was better, you could sit with him and just talk, quid pro quo. You ask a question about him, and then him about you. He seemed to be okay with that sorta thing. He never liked being the center of attention.

He also appeared interested in learning about you in every way he could. It hadn’t taken you long to notice the way he picked up on things and filed them away. He knew how you liked your meat cooked when it was being eaten outside of a stew. He would take it from Carol and do it himself, usually. He knew how things touching the front of your throat made you feel uncomfortable, like scarves or the top buttons of a flannel, stopping Maggie from wrapping a rather pretty knit fabric around your neck one bitterly cold morning.

Daryl also knew just how to touch you, how to curl his fingers inside of you and how much pressure you needed when his thumb would graze over your clit. He excelled in making you shiver by wetting his digits with your own arousal before dragging the tips over your skin to stimulate your nipples. He did all this while pressing soft kisses just behind your ear or over your pulse, everyone sleeping around you being none the wiser. It was always so incredibly erotic to be brought over the edge knowing that any of them could simply open their eyes and see that he was working you over.

Maybe you could show him what you knew he liked while he recovered. You knew for a fact that he would groan if you lapped and nibbled at a specific area just above his collarbone. He would never admit it but you had noticed the way touching his nipples made his hips jerk when he was inside of you. The first time you’d gone down on him back in the woods, you had kitten-licked at his tip and pressed your thumb against the vein that ran underneath, dragging the digit up his length. He had clawed at the tree behind him so hard that you were certain he’d be picking splinters from beneath his nails afterward.

It took a soft thump to the cranium, snow falling from a branch overhead, to bring you from your pleasant thoughts. With an ache between your thighs and the prospect of maybe getting some alone time with your boyfriend—you still needed to clarify what you could call him, if anything—while he wasn’t trying to evict his lungs from within his chest, you whined quietly. You kinda wished you had stayed there and were curled up in bed with him. Was he okay? Were the meds helping? Was Carol whacking him over the head with the bedpost to keep him from chasing you?

You had nearly convinced yourself to turn back when you saw the first rabbit, a decent sized cane cutter that would make a nice stew to last a couple of days. It hadn’t seen you and taking it down was easy since you had not yet shouldered the crossbow.

“One down, Thumper!” You took one step and then paused. “It’s kinda insensitive to call you Thumper when I’m hunting rabbits, isn’t it?”

You had two rabbits by the time at least three and a half hours had passed, a little disappointing but it was freezing and you did have to make periodic stops to put down walking corpses and even more stops to pee. You were feeling a little nauseous as well, so it was likely beyond time to head back. Maybe Daryl would rest just as well the next day and you could come back out since this excursion would show everyone you could handle yourself out there.

Wiping your knife across your thigh after yet another slow moving walker, you had barely secured it into the sheath before you noticed the tracks.

Deer.

A single deer, young but more than a year. Based on the depth of the tracks, you could likely manage to haul it back on your own if you could take it down. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you glanced at the way back to the house; back to Daryl.

This was all for him, after all. The more food you could secure, the longer he could rest and recover. The decision was simple after that. Ensuring a bolt was loaded, you set out to do what you once did best.

You were still her.

The only differences were the people in your family were no longer an aunt and two uncles, the main man in your life was no longer your father, and you were 11 or so weeks away from having your own baby. You had never needed to be provided for, always the provider. There was no reason you and Daryl couldn’t share that responsibility. When the baby came, you’d adjust and adapt, providing differently and that was okay. The longer you could nurse Thumper, the easier it would make things. You’d step back then, let Daryl take over. It would be even more important to him then, the need to provide. You’d be a team, each caring for the baby in your own way.

The prospect was equal parts exciting and terrifying. New parents in a dystopian world. It wasn’t impossible. It was just dangerous. Daryl had done so well, thinking ahead when he had cleared that Wal-Mart. So much that would be needed already secured, ready to carry with your group when moving from place to place. With a small, tender smile, you glanced at the bracelet for morning sickness you still wore. It likely no longer worked, but you couldn't really bear to part with it.

You wanted to search out a baby store eventually, or make a request for a run. Cloth diapers would be a lifesaver once the disposable ones had been used. Infant and children’s medications needed to be stocked.

Thumper gave your ribs a jab, earning a hiss in response. “Okay, okay. I’m focused. Jeez, kid, can you be any more like your father?”

The tracks were getting closer together in clusters, the deer stopping to check out areas in search of food. You were catching up, the falling snow not yet filling in the prints. In the back of your mind, you maintained an active regard for the time you’d been gone, one eye on the sun to ensure you’d make it back before dark. You would be late and you’d steered off course but you were confident. You’d need to circle around and place yourself downwind soon if you wanted to stand a chance. This is what you knew.

You’d meet up with the search party at the very least on your journey back. That is if Carol hadn’t grown anxious and sent them earlier. Or Daryl— dear god, if Daryl hadn’t somehow managed to drag himself out of that house. No, they wouldn’t let him. You had to believe that. It would be Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog. Maybe Maggie. They’d likely be sore at needing to come find you but if you were hauling a deer, that disgruntlement would likely be forgotten quickly. You just needed to ensure you succeeded and that you stayed safe.

Just as you continued to track, you muttered a curse at a slow shuffling walker. One bolt needed to remain untainted for hunting and, so far, your knife had been sufficient but you were closing in on your target. Using the crossbow would be ideal for the dead at that juncture. Nearly silent kills. The crossbow was level with your eyes when you saw it.

The doe’s head perked up just beyond some snow-covered shrubbery, ears twitching. “Fuck.” You whispered. You had to take the deer first or risk it running from the walker. It had already spotted the threat, getting ready to move. There was no time to think. The deer went down easily, your muttered apologies and gratitude for what it would provide for your group were unheard as you dropped the bow and sprinted for the corpse.

Loading another bolt would take too much time, the deer would be lost to the walker. You were already cutting it close this way, the snow and the off-centered weight of your belly slowing you down. Just as the dead man began to fall on top of your kill for the unearned feast, you tackled him. There was a jolt of pain in your midsection but your knife was already sinking into an eye socket, the deed done.

“Ow,” you muttered. Scanning the area for threats as you unzipped and moved clothing, raising your sweater to look at the deep red mark on the side of your belly, just below your right rib cage. “Fuck.” A knee or elbow must have been angled just right to jab you on impact. “You okay in there?” Your sweater still rolled up, you laid your knife on your thigh and caressed the taut skin with both hands. “Come on, Thumps, need you to move.” A foot or hand pressed firmly into the injured side. “Okay, okay! Point taken! No more tackling walkers. Ouch, you little gremlin.” With a huff, you adjusted your clothing. You’d have Hershel look you over and check on the baby when you returned.

Wiping your knife on your jeans, you secured it on the sheath and crawled over to the deer. It remained unsullied and perfect to feed your family. It was a clean, quick kill and it didn’t suffer. You were always thankful for those.

“Alright, let’s get this back—” No time to register what was happening before you tilted over to retch violently. “Shit.” You panted, looking away from the mess of bile, water, and undigested jerky. Of course this couldn’t just go smoothly. Once again, the world had decided to fuck you. “At least Daryl beat it to getting me pregnant.” You laughed at your lame joke and laid back against the belly of the deer to catch your breath.

“Fucker.” You growled, angling your leg to kick the man's corpse. The baby moved as you laid there, the slightly ripple showing beneath your coat and sweater. “Oh, hey. I could see that.” You smiled, rubbing your very upset stomach. “Your father is gonna skin me right along with this deer.” You nodded to yourself. Closing your eyes, you took deep, calculated breaths in an attempt to gain control over the nausea.

But when they opened again, it was dark, the sun having fled and the moon bright in the star-filled sky. You groaned as you sat up, checking yourself and the area around you for any signs of walker activity. No bites. Your deer was frozen but whole. Shaking off the snow that had gathered on you, you rubbed your hands together, digging through the pockets of your coat with numb fingers in search of your gloves.

“You good in there, Thumps?”

Nothing.

You had just finished pulling on the second glove before stilling to stare at your round stomach hidden beneath your coat. “Thumper?” You had grown so accustomed to the baby reacting when you spoke that to feel such stillness made your chest tighten. “Baby?” Swallowing hard, you adjusted your clothing again, shivering when the chill of the night air struck your belly. “Come on, baby, can you move for mama?”

What if the baby had died inside you? Does the virus affect a fetus? What if you carried the baby only for them to be born a walker?

Then there was movement, gentle ripples below the skin. Some that you could see, some that you couldn’t. But the thought remained, a very real terror that your baby could already be dead and just trying to get out.

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. You could only jerk your eyes back and forth at the sound of footsteps getting closer.

“Whatcha sittin’ in the snow for, Peanut?”

Now you definitely couldn’t breathe. There, bathed in moonlight, standing on two very there, very functioning legs, was your father. “Dad—daddy?”

“Hey, there.” You sat stock still, sweater still rolled up, eyes still frozen on him as he approached and crouched in front of you. “Let’s get you all fixed up here.” Gentle hands fixed your clothing, zipped your coat, and ruffled your hair.

“Am I dreaming?” You asked with the slightest wobble to your voice.

“‘Fraid so, Peanut-butter.” When the sound that punched out of you was like a painful sob, he was ducking to find your eyes. “Hey, hey. None of that.”

“I miss you.” You sniffled, letting him pull you close with his chin on your head. “There’s so much—”

“I know, baby girl. I’ve been watching.” He pulled back, thumbing away your tears. “Gonna be a grandpa, I see. Daddy wouldn’t have been my first choice but he surprised me.”

“You like him?” You smiled, lopsided and silly, giggling when he rolled his eyes.

“No father thinks any man is good enough for his little girl, but this one? Well, he keeps surprising me.” He offered you a hand, pulling you up with him as he stood. “He needs you. He’s always needed you just as much as you’ve needed him. So you need to get you and my grandbaby back to him before he loses his mind.”

“But the baby—”

“Is fine.” He chortled, gently stroking your cheek. “You’ll be an amazing mama, Peanut.” He was starting to fade right before your eyes. “You’ll see.”

“Don’t go.” You pleaded, hands passing through his shoulders when you tried to pull him back.

“I’m so proud of you.” His voice was echoing, distant even when you could still see his face. “You’ll be fine, all three of you. But now you need to wake up.”

A tear was frozen to your temple, pulling at your skin there when your eyes opened. Snow peppered down from the dark sky, the moon barely visible beyond the clouds. You felt no panic, breaths coming calmly and the baby kicking periodically, even if it did smart when the little extremities connected with the sensitive injury.

You winced pulling yourself away from the deer you knew would be at least partially frozen. The meat would keep, at least. You’d let the men handle the thawing and prepping anyway. The area was dark, no signs of flashlights or sounds of voices. They had either passed you by or never came at all.

It wouldn’t matter in the end.

Because you were going back to them.

Getting to your feet, you gathered your things and prepared to drag the deer. It would likely be about 115 pounds so carrying it was unlikely. You wouldn’t risk leaving it for later retrieval, not when 45 to 50 pounds of meat was likely from that single kill. Hell no.

You had once dragged Daryl while he was soak and wet and he had at least 60 pounds on that deer. This was doable. You just needed to think. Eyes darting around, you let your fingers drum on your tummy while you pondered. With a deep breath, you started to believe you’d just be dragging the damn thing by hand but then you noticed the walker you had put down. Grabbing your knife, you grinned like a damn fool and set to work.

Lori was pacing in front of the door, watching the men prepare to leave. “You should have already been out there hours ago! Before dark, Rick!” When the deputy stood with a sigh, she didn’t back down. “Do you remember when the decision was made to leave Daryl out when he didn’t come back? Who went to get him? What shape he was in when she brought him back?”

“Yes, I remember, okay! I was just trying to give her the benefit of the doubt! She seemed like she had something she wanted to prove.”

“She said four hours. Carol came to you before that because we were about to lose Daryl on a crazy quest to find her.” Maggie was looking at Glenn but then sent a pointed glance to each of them.

“He’s gonna have a lot to say when he finds out you waited, especially after what we had Hershel do.” Carol said from her spot on the top of the stairs.

“What did Hershel do?” All eyes turned to you in the doorway, dropping the straps you had made from the walker’s overalls. It was Lori that made it to you first, her arms winding around you awkwardly with two different sized bumps barring the way.

“Carol told us you had left to hunt and all I could think about were the things I said upstairs.” The other woman’s eyes were wet and sincere. With a smile, you pulled off one of your gloves and wiped a thumb below her eye. You didn’t say anything because what could you say? She had been incredibly insulting to Daryl and you wouldn’t speak for him. Maybe she would get the hint and talk to him eventually. Maybe not.

You looked past Lori toward Rick, T-Dog, and Glenn. "Got a deer and two rabbits." Then your next smile, wry as it was, aimed up the stairs. “What did Hershel do, Carol?” Carl and Beth came thumping out of the kitchen, throwing their arms around you. You hugged them close while your eyes flitted over to the old veterinarian himself walking along the banister from Daryl’s room. You were gentle when pulling away from the kids, tossing a kills are on the porch, have fun at the men while you began your ascent.

Carol fell in step with you.

“Before anything else,” you started, unzipping your coat, “I had a literal run-in with a walker. Hershel, can you—?” You rolled up your sweater, the skin already bruising.

“Has the baby been active?” He asked immediately, probing the area with tenderness while the other hand struggled to place his stethoscope in his ears.

“It’s Nascar in there, I promise.” You felt the baby squirm slightly before they settled again, your eyes on the old man’s face, watching for any concern. You found none and let out a breath when he straightened.

“Seems like all is well. Heartbeat is just fine and it is indeed the Indy 500. You were lucky.” There was a bit of a reprimand in that last statement, one you couldn’t say was unwarranted. Nodding in agreement, you made up your mind that as long as the meat could last until Daryl was on his feet, you wouldn’t venture out alone again.

You then turned to Carol. You had told her to do whatever it took to keep him there, even knock him out. If Hershel was involved, you assumed the knocking out was of a medicational nature. He wasn’t dead, they would have been smart enough to tell you that around people that could restrain you. “Okay, what’s the damage?” You asked from just beside the doorway, afraid to look inside just yet. “Is he tied down?” Carol shook her head.

“He was determined, Y/N. He pulled out the IV, only made it to the stairs before collapsing. They couldn’t get him back into the room, weak as he was, he fought all three of those grown men.” Hershel sighed. “I gave him a very small dose of morphine. It was enough to sedate him without compromising his respiration.”

You groaned. That man was going to verbally rip you a new asshole, but you’d take it with grace because it was going to keep him safe and give him more time to recover. As long as the meat was prepared and rationed correctly, it could last a while. Maybe that would give you a chance to get back on his good side.

He needs you. He’s always needed you just as much as you’ve needed him.

“Okay, so what do I need to do?” You asked, finally rolling your back against the wall to place you inside the room. Daryl was out. You had never seen the man so unconscious, and you’d seen him nearly die. That was a frightening thought. The plus side was that his color was so much better and the rattle in his chest couldn’t be heard until you were much closer. He didn’t stir in the slightest when you sat down next to his left hip, all the way around toward the wall, avoiding the arm with the replaced IV.

“You won’t need to do much of anything. Monitor his breathing and fetch me if it gets too slow. It shouldn’t with the dose I gave him but his body has been fighting a horrific illness, so we can’t be too careful. It’s been a couple of hours so it will likely start wearing off soon, regardless. When he wakes up, make sure he drinks and encourage him to cough. Coughing and keeping the lungs free of mucus and liquid is crucial.”

You were nodding almost robotically, your fingertips just brushing his hair back and forth with no particular rhyme or reason. Just touching him.

“His fever has yet to break but it’s lowered dramat—is she even listening to me?” Hershel finally asked Carol, who chuckled and leaned across Daryl to clasp your shoulder until you looked at her.

“Watch how he breathes, don’t let it get too slow. Only for an hour or so. Get him to cough and drink when he wakes up. Fever has come down but hasn’t broken. I’ll come tell you when to give him more tylenol. Okay?”

You smiled, both embarrassed and grateful. “Okay.” With a nod to Hershel and an eye roll at Carol’s wink, you watched them shut the door.

Your hand on his cheek had to be freezing. They had just said his fever was down but he felt like a furnace to you. Shit. You were still in the clothes you had been wearing out in the snow. Coat, boots, jeans, and one pair of socks were quickly shed, you were in your sweater and leggings with your thicker socks still covering your feet. You’d been gone long enough and couldn’t seem to wait another second to crawl onto the bed with him. He shivered once but settled, his head turning toward you. You thought for a moment he might wake but he remained still.

With a deep breath, you settled yourself against his shoulder so that you could look up at his face. “I know you’re going to be mad as fuck at me, and I get it. You have a right to be and I won’t tell you otherwise. I was careful, I promise.” Your palm settled on his chest, feeling his heart lazily thump against it. “I have a—well, it’s just a bruise. Hershel looked at it. Thumper’s okay. I’m okay.” Why were you even talking? He was sound asleep. “I didn’t like being away from you while you were so sick. I don’t think I would have liked it even if you weren’t sick.”

Your hand left his chest for your fingers to dance along his jaw while you admired just how peaceful he looked. No lines of worry or pain. Just resting, fully relaxed. Seeing him like that just made your own exhaustion compound into something nearly unavoidable. With a large yawn, you snuggled closer and placed your hand back on his chest, counting his breaths like sheep. You knew you were losing the battle to stay awake, a tinge of worry sparking to life in your chest until you felt him move, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head. He wasn’t so sedated that he couldn’t move.

Sighing, you smiled and finally let your eyes drift closed. “I love you.” You whispered, too far gone to react when the hand sporting the IV came to rest on top of yours.

“Me too, crazy girl.”

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 month

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Being Kidnapped HC (ft. poly!Mates Bat Boys)

Warnings: I’m on a bat boys kick 🙃 has nothing to do with the fact that i'm missing my ex and now just want a strong male (or three) to take care of me lol, blood mentioned, violence, protective boys, polyamorous, drugged reader (faebane)

Summary: Bat Boys rescue their mate

It’s bound to happen

No matter your own power, there will always be others in Prythian who think kidnapping you will give them some sort of leverage over your winged mates

Others kidnap you to experiment on you. Why is it that the Cauldron gifted you three mates? Many wanted to know what made you different than the other fae who only have one mate

Whatever reason they had, it kept you constantly on your toes when you didn’t have one of the boys by your side.

Even in Velaris you were always on guard. You could never be too careful

Many were close calls where you were able to escape

The worse cases were when the boys had to intervene

One of Az’s shadows always accompanied you everywhere you went. Finding you was never a problem for them. There was nowhere in the world they wouldn’t be able to find you

That always set whatever worry you may have at ease

What you never looked forward to was the bloodshed that would follow

“Just take me back. Take me back and I’m sure you’ll be forgiven.” You’d try to talk your captor out of whatever plan they had in store for you. Give them a chance to change their minds.

Usually that earned you a slap across your face and vile words thrown your way

You’d have no choice but to sit back and attempt once more to pull at your restraints. Faebane still flowed in your system. There was no way you could use your magic, let alone your strength.

No way to telepathically contact your mates because of the Faebane

But you can feel the comforting coiling of Az’s shadow around your wrist

And slowly, the shadowsinger appears in the room you are kept captive

The guards assigned to watch you are easily killed by Azriel who doesn’t bother looking at them. Concerned eyes concentrated on you. “Are you alright, sweetling?” He frees you from your shackles and cups your cheeks in his scarred hands. Something dark flickers in his eyes when he spots the red mark on your face from where one of your captors had slapped you.

You could hear the sound of battle going on the other side of the. Well, mainly screams as your fae captors were torn limb from limb by Rhys and Cassian.

The splattering of blood against stone walls hits your ears. You can only imagine the carnage

They tried to shield you from most of the violence but you knew that this offense would not be taken lightly from your mates. Only seeing red and hungry for the flesh of whoever dared to lay an aggressive hand on you.

When quiet finally reined, the door opens to reveal Cassian. Wordlessly, Azriel hands you over to Cassian's strong arms. You don't care that he's covered in blood and gore. He's smiling widely at you.

"Sorry we took so long." Cassian would apologize and hold you closely to his barrel chest. He cocks his head over to the doorway. "Rhys has the boss. I'm sure he'd appreciate your help with him."

Azriel, like always, leaves you with a kiss to the cheek before he leaves.

"Shit, they really banged you around. . ." You catch Cassian curse under his breath.

"Nothing I can't handle." It wasn't the worse abuse you'd been dealt with. "Their punches were as light as a feather."

Snorting, Cassian places his lips against your brow. "You wanna go watch the interrogation?"

"Fuck yeah I do."

Just because you were accustomed to it, didn't mean you wouldn't be petty as fuck

later when they got you home, Rhysand refused to let you out of his arms. You were cleaned up on his lap. Rhysand had a few specks of blood on his face that he didn't bother to wipe away. When you take it upon yourself to reach up and clean it, he turns his face into your palm and kisses your fingers.

Safe and sound, surrounded by your bat boys.

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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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towards the end of your pregnancy, mick starts getting ready for the baby to arrive (installing the car seat, building furniture…) while you’re also nesting

Cw: reader's pregnant

You finished folding the last bodysuit you took from the dryer, closing the drawer and getting up to get yourself a snack from the kitchen. Mick had an interview over the phone, so he had to let you out of his sight, something he only did when he absolutely had to, no matter how many times you assured you would be fine.

"Something sweet, baby girl?", you asked as you rubbed your bump, looking at the snack cupboard before finding one of your favourite homemade biscuits your mother had dropped off a couple of days before. When you turned to the sink to wash your hands and look for your husband, you heard noise coming from the garage, following it until you saw Mick looking at instructions.

"Everything okay?", you asked, making your presence known as he looked up, smiling when he saw you standing there.

"Yes, just installing the ISOFIX for the carseat", he said as he moved to do so while you appreciated his handsome face as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing and what he read on the instructions, "I got it, I got it... I got it!", he said as he tested the apparatus, seemingly well enough since it did what it was supposed to.

"I was thinking of building the inside of the wardrobe, how does that sound?", he said as he tidied what he did, putting things back in the box and storing it in the room adjacent to the garage.

"That would be really nice, actually. I can finally put her dresses and coats in the hangers, thank you", you said, taking his hand and letting him take you to the nursery.

"You filled the drawers already?", he asked as he took all of the different pieces from the box, organising them by section, "I did, and before you come at me, my butt was sat on the chair so I wasn't putting too much strain on my body", you winked.

"How about we get this butt on there again?", he said, teasingly tapping your butt before he pushed the rocking chair so you could sit by him. Sitting down, you puckered your lips so he could kiss you before he started putting on the little pieces that would hold the shelves and the rails. "Don't put those too high, please", you requested, "I'll have to ask for your help every time I need to get something from there", you blushed.

"Then you'll come and get me so I can help", he reasoned, "or we could store things here than we won't use too often, like bedding and curtains? Spare stuff that's bigger", he wondered, "yes, that sounds good", you smiled, envisioning the whole lay-out.

"Do you think this is good here?", Mick asked you, showing you the position he wanted to put the rail on, "I don't know, I have to test it out", you mumbled, getting up and grabbing one of the hangers along with a winter coat you had left by the crib.

Mick took the opportunity to watch you waddle around the room, gathering the things you needed, not being able to contain the smile on his lips when he thought about you carrying his baby girl.

"Stop looking at me like that", you mumbled, feeling watched, "what? I can't look at my gorgeous, pregnant wife?", he wiggled his eyebrows, making room for you so you could test out your movements. His hands went to your waist, rubbing the skin under your t-shirt, "it's fine, but maybe a little bit closer to the wall, so no one hits their head on the hangers, and by no one, I mean you, because my head doesn't touch there", you snickered, setting the clothes and the hangers on the shelf before looking up at him, "can't have this handsome face bruised", you smiled, kissing his lips and enjoying the way his hands were massaging your hips and back, "how about I finish this here and we can go update the pregnancy book?", he mentioned the scrapbook you were creating ao you could document every step of the pregnancy, "sounds good to me, and to her too, it seems", you chuckled as you felt her kicks, your husband's hands moving to your bump, "Hi, babygirl, mama and papa are making sure everything is ready for when you join us".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

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jujutsukatsuki · 1 year

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Part One

Part Two

The baby was here. A little girl, Ayaka Miko Bakugou. She was beautiful, her pretty little button nose, her eyes that were big and pure. She was everything perfect in the world.

Bakugou cried when she came into this world, he cried when he cut the umbilical cord, cried even more when he got to hold her. Don’t even get me started on when she wrapped her tiny little fingers around his finger.

“She’s beautiful.” Bakugou said softly as he watched you feed her. You smiled at him and nodded.

“Just like you.” He looked at you. You looked at him as your smile faded slowly. You look down at your baby, the product of the love you two once shared. A love that didn’t go away but for now was stored in a filing cabinet that was demanding to be opened.

“Please, Suki.”

“Y/n-“ His voice was soft. You closed your eyes, tears threatening to spill

“Please don’t say you love me.” The look you give him makes his heart turn to dust. Glassy eyes look at him, pleading to just let you guys have this moment. To not let feelings get in the way of the birth of your daughter.

“Okay. I won’t say it.” He remorsefully agrees. He kissed your head, lips lingering for a moment before he pulls away. “I’m going to go get my parents. And get us some dinner.”

When he’s gone, the room is empty, it’s just you and the baby. The silence kills you. Your heart is thumping against your chest as you think of Suki. How much you loved him. Yearned for him.

You thought of the nights he crawled in bed with you and held your stomach as the baby kicked. How many nights he’d lay between your legs on the couch, whispering to the baby about how cool of a dad she had.

There’s the thought of the mornings you’d wake up, he was standing at the stove, making your favorite breakfast. A random graphic T-shirt and a pair of grey sweats, the black square frames glasses he rarely wore instead of his contacts. How he’d kiss your forehead and tell you good morning before he kneeled down to kiss your stomach.

Domestic bliss, it was a routine you fell into easily.

You thought of how you’d react if Bakugou started dating someone else. How your heart would shatter into pieces seeing the love of your life, the father of your child, the only man you could see yourself loving, loving someone else.

The second Bakugou walked in the door, you practically shouted at him.

“I love you. I wanna be with you, I’m sorry, please don’t go date anyone else.”

He blinked a few times before he laughed. You poured your feelings out to him and this bitch, laughed?!

“Baby, there isn’t ever gonna be anyone else alright? I’m the best, meaning I want to be with the best. That’s you. The only person who is ever gonna be better then us, is this little girl right here. Our pretty little Ayaka, who has eyes the size of tiny worlds.” He kissed your forehead

“And just for the record, I do love you too. And I understand why you didn’t want me to say it.” He gently stroked your hair.

“Where’s your mom and dad?” You ask as you lean into his touch.

“They went to get us real food, not shitty hospital food. Now, why don’t I brush your hair out for you and we can watch tv, does that sound good?”

You nod and sniffle a bit. “Yes please.”

And that concludes this three part mini series, UNLESS y’all want some one shots about Bakugou’s little family in different scenarios <3 also could you tell where the name came from (;

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upside-garden-of-dreams · 28 days

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Funny Coincidence? [Bang Chan x Reader]

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none at all ~

Geneal information: Reader is hinted to be female, but overall I kept them pretty gender neutral. Excuse any typos and mistakes, English isn't my native language

*looks at camera* Arien, this is for you ~🩷 Heavily inspired in a situation that happened irl with my friend and her reason to get that husky family Enjoy your read~ 🐺🖤

Christopher could not keep his eyes away from the pastel colored box, silliness coloring his smile and bubbling in his chest.

Their little beady eyes stared up at him in the cutest way, tiny fuzzy faces adding to their adorableness. Not to mention the minuscule clothes and accessories that only worsened the cute aggression felt in that moment.

Sylvanian Families - Husky Family

He couldn't control the giggles caught in his throat, letting them out into the air while kicking his legs from the emotion.

A mom dressed in a tiny pastel pink dress

A dad doning the smallest set of blue shirt and pants

And three adorable baby huskies swaddles in different pastel colored blankies

Your boyfriend remembers the stars in your eyes and the gasp that left you when you locked your gaze on that particular set of miniature animals weeks back.

How could he? That child-like joy looked beautiful on you!

Chris remembers how you clinged to his arm and dragged him into the toy store, begging and listing off the reasons why you "absolutely needed" that set.

You yolted with excitement when the shopkeep announced it was their last box of that particular set, growing anxious at the prospect of getting your hands over the husky family.

"If I may ask and know, what is so special of this set that you "must" have it?"

Words failed you and slipped off your tongue without any sense as a stuttered excuse was conjured by your brain, "Childhood pet! Yep, and it's a limited edition, too!" You held the small box close to your chest while making your way to the register, "C-C'mon, there's no way I'll let this opportinuty go... It's the last set!"

A heavy blush covered your cheeks, even tinting the tips of your ears, after his curiosity reached you.

You might think those small, fuzzy animals are the cutest ever, but your flushed face right then and there was his opinion on cutest ever.

So, that day you went home with new figurines to display on your desk and with the sweetest, biggest smile on your lips.

Later on, BangChan did his research and found out the husky family wasn't really a limited set, or at least that's what Calico Critter forums said. Needless to say, that curiosity from earlier resurfaced.

What was the real reason you were desperate to get them?

It wasn't until today that it dawned on him.

You had made plans to spend some time together at your apartment, watch some movies, play some games, and enjoy your favorite snacks.

Once his eyes landed on your desk, he matched two and two together.

You had run out the room to refill your drink. This left him all alone in your personal paradise, filled with trinkets and decorations that showed your unique and colorful self.

From soft PomPomPurin plushies to anime figurines and posters on your walls, with photo frames of you with your friends, family and boyfriend scattered here and there.

Your very own WolfChan plush stood right beside the husky family, with a polaroid of your 2nd anniversary date and one of his photocards situated in between your collectibles.

The spark went off in his brain

Huskies do look a lot like wolves, after all

"Is that supposed to be...us?" Chris mused to himself, a smile growing on his lips.

Love exploded in his chest, emotions running a mile a minute, leaving his brain completely melted at just how utterly adorable you were.

His heart skipped a beat, "So, does that mean... [Name] wants a family? With me?!"

That's how we end up with Chan kicking his legs in excitement as giggles erupt from his lips, face burried in one of your plushies to muffle the sound and hide his goofy fanboy smile.

At the sound of your footsteps approaching, he quickly stood up, rearranged Purin properly on your bed, and took deep breaths to calm down, appear as if nothing had happened.

As soon as you stepped in, his arms were around you, bringing you close to him, "Hey~"

Careful, not wanting to spill your drink, you hugged him back, "Hey there~ Missed me much?"

Chris shrugged, "Eh, kinda," As much as he wanted to appear nonchalant, the roll of his chuckle betrayed him.

While you knew him to be a cheery, funny guy, something about his demeanor felt off.

"What's up? Saw a funny tiktok or something?" You inquired.

He shook his head, "No, no, I just-... Just wondering~"

You took this as your queue to separate slightly and look up at him, taking the opportunity to set your glass down on a stable surface.

"Oh? Can I know about what, luv?" You asked.

More giggles came to the surface as he looked at you, carressing the small of your back with his thumb from where his arms remained loosely on your waist.

Confused, but with his excitement being contagious, a smile formed on your lips as you waited for his answer.

Pink dusted his cheeks, love and eagerness shining in his eyes, "Should we get started making the husky babies?"

You tilted your head slightly, not fully understanding his suggestive tone.

"Wha-OH!" You exclaimed once you followed his gaze to your desk, or rather, to the box containing your Calico Critters.

"Oh my god, Christopher!" That adorable blush from the day you acquired the set returned to your face, hands going up to cover your cheeks.

Laughter filled the air as the leader of Stray Kids brought you back to his chest, showing his teasing ment no harm or pressure, it was simply a silly joke. A joke to demonstrate he understood now the reason why you wanted that specific family of dogs.

All you could do was groan as more laughter spilled from him.

"It's okay, babe! If anything, I think that's quite cute, and I agree with your vision," He reassured, hand going up to pat your head.

At the mention of cute, you peeked up at him slightly, indirectly inquiring an explanation.

Christ pointed at the box, "It's us! It totally is us!" His glee was akin to that of a small child, "Well, us in a future, 'cus we agreed that kids aren't in the picture just yet."

You snorted silently, hitting his chest without force in your hand, "You dork."

He feighend offence, "Me?! You're the one who thought of us with that set! You're the bigger dork here!"

You resorted to further burrying your face into his chest with a small giggle, embarrassment dissipating.

Well, the "secret" was out, but at last he reacted the best way possible!

Even if you couldn't see, Chan smiled down at you and placed a kiss to the top of your head. "Really, it's very adorable. You don't know what you did to my heart."

You remained like that for a while longer, enjoying the close proximity and warmth of his embrace.

Slowly, you turned towards your decorated desk and reached for the Sylvanians. You held it our for both of you to look at closely.

"It's us."

"It really is us."

You looked at Chan and he looked at you, both sharing a sweet smile as he brought your foreheads together.

"You're so silly," he said.

"And you love silly old me~," you said with triumph.

"Yeah, I do," overwhelming love was evident in his voice.

It was only natural for your lips to find each other after, longing to demostrate the mutual adoration that gives life to your relationship.

[ END ]

Hehehehe 😈🤭💖 I personally really enjoyed writing this piece, since I wrote it with a target in mind, one of my dearest friends in life! Hope it was to your liking~! Fee freeto like, reblog, and comment~

#writing in dreams #idol imagines #stray kids #christopher bang #bang chan #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #christopher bang x reader #kpop imagines

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youngbuckisms · 6 months

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Kenny Omega x Reader where they go to an arcade together?

Street Fighter ( Kenny x Reader ); drabble

Word count: 950

Warnings: none

Notes: I started to write this before the Elite drama started, so little refs of them. Also I didn’t proofread this (I never do), but enjoy!

Lately, it felt like you and Kenny couldn’t get a moment alone. You got to come to shows, but you were always surrounded by The Elite and if you weren’t surrounded by The Elite then you were watching Kenny to these shoots, which was always sort of fun. But it would be more fun to just spend time alone with your boyfriend.

Of course, Kenny knew that. And, of course, he felt bad for not having a lot of time alone to give you all of his attention. Especially when you two had been pulled into another conversation with the Bucks or Hanger — love the guys, but could you just get a minute to Kenny without them butting in?

“You’ll love it, I promise.” Kenny commented as he drove through the streets of a new city you had been brought along to, only to yet again get almost no alone time with your boyfriend.

“Love it more than hearing Matt and Nick bicker over a dumb little Starbucks debate and have you settle it?” He laughed at that, though there was a slight strain to it — embarrassment, maybe guilt, as the night getting go like he was hoping.

“Way more.” But he sounded confident enough and you just had to take his word for it.

The drive wasn’t too far, pulling up to a strip mall of a mix of different shops that didn’t look like they belonged together. A hair salon, next to a small Mexican restaurant that probably could only fit a handful of people, that was next to a record store, but in between all these shops was a slightly bigger unit with a neon red sigh buzzing with the word’s ‘Classic Arcade.’

“So, I know we haven’t had a lot of time to ourselves for the past couple weeks and at shows,” Kenny started, voice slow and unsure, an arm looping around your shoulders as he spoke and you two looked on at the building in front of you. “But I wanted us to have some time tonight and maybe play some arcade games with you, like our first date. If that’s okay, I mean —“

“Of course it’s okay, you idiot.” An affectionate jab from you, one that made him break into a wide smile as he kissed you on the cheek.

“Let’s go then. I cant wait to kick your ass.” He teased, tugging you along inside. It was dark, but it certainly looked nicer on the inside than te out.

The carpet that retro arcade pattern with random pink swirls, green triangles, and orange scribbles. The wallpaper almost matching. Then, of course, filling the area was various machines that made all sorts of noise that it was almost overwhelming.

“So, what are you going to ‘kick my ass at’ first?” You asked Kenny lead you over to a quarter machine, where he slid in a twenty for the coins to begin falling into the cup below.

“Street Fighter.” Instantly, the answer came. No hesitation and you could tell he had been planning this all night.

You knew all those quarters would be going towards Street Fighter, the game Kenny had taught you how to play on your first date, where he wouldn’t leave until you had won at least a round — the night a long one, but one neither of you would forget.

You both walked through two rows of games before spotting Street Fighter, stationed comfortably next to a Mortal Kombat machine. Two quarters were slotted in, and Kenny taking the right side of Player 2, leaving you two to officially begin your night.

Playful jabs at one another skills, some cheating on close rounds, Kenny often nudging you with his hip to throw you off, you throwing a few of your own gentle shoulder tosses his direction to distract him. A night of constant back and forth, laughter mixing with the sounds of the arcade beeps.

From how close you both were, you could feel the vibration of Kenny’s phone, yet it went completely ignored. Right now, the night about the two of you and spending time together. Another call came after that, but once it was ignored, it was silent for the remainder of the night. He would call later, worry about it at the hotel.

For now, he would happily continue laughing with you as you both played, smashing buttons and Kenny acting a little too dramatic when he lost — though you’re sure he threw a few games on purpose.

“Dammit!” Kenny huffed as the final blow was landed, taking his hands off the joystick to find another couple quarters in his pocket to go again. “You know, if I knew you were going to kick my ass, I wouldn’t have suggested Street Fighter.”

“I had a good teacher.” He smiled at that, flashing you this grin as curly hair fell in front of his face, for you to push aside for him. You can see him practically melt from the touch, always a sucker for physical affection. He was quick to shut the distance between you, placing a kiss to your lips as a hand came to rest on your hip.

“Closing up soon!” The lone worker that the two of you had forgotten about called from behind the ticket counter, causing you both to jump slightly. You could see Kenny’s cheeks turning pink, even in the dim lighting of the arcade.

“How about we say you won tonight, but tomorrow night, I’m really going to kick your ass.” Kenny suggested with a wide grin.

“I might embarrass you again.”

“You? Embarrass me? You make me laugh, baby. Let’s get out of here then.”

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blancetude · 2 years

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Sugar Sweet

Mafia!Childe x Brat!Female!Reader

ANON REQUESTED

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➢𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: who knew accidentally ruining a drug deal would put you in sights of the Liyue’s most dangerous mafia leader.

➢𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: mafia!au, modern!au, smut

➢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: mentions of drugs, dubcon, oral (m receiving), fingering, choking, cum eating, riding, hostage situation

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If someone was to ask you right in this moment if you’d ever regretted trying to be a Good Samaritan you’d yell to the rooftops that you’d now live as the most selfish person alive.

Well you would if you survived whatever this encounter was that is.

It was only a few hours earlier that you’d stepped out of your apartment and made your way downtown to the closest convince store for a late night cup of coffee.

Your exams were coming up and with the added stress of school and work you were up at ungodly hours trying to memorize equations you’d never use again in your life.

It was just supposed to be a quick trip, go in, go out as simple as that. Only you would be lucky enough however to witness what looked like a girl fighting with a black-haired man over a blue bag in a dark alleyway.

Instincts kicked in forcing your legs to move before you could rationally think of a plan and before you knew it your clenched fist collided heavily with the man’s nose, sending him flying back into a few trash bins creating enough of a distraction for the girl to scoop the bag up and hold it close to her chest.

“Th-Thank you!” She stuttered, her knees trembling in what you assumed was fear.

“Go before he gets back up! Come on, get out of here!“ you reassured her with a firm nod to which she returned and ran off into a different direction.

“What the fuck did you do?!” The man hissed, one hand coming up to touch his blooded nose only to hiss and curse loudly at the pain.

“That’s my line.” You grunted, blowing air onto your stinging knuckles. “Why are you attacking girls in the middle of alleyways?”

The man looked up at you deliriously.

“You have no clue what you just did.” He let out a breathy chuckle, moving to get up only to curse out again as you kicked his shoulder down to keep him in place.

“Oh you’re not going anywhere buddy.” You scoffed, fishing your phone out of your back pocket and unlocking it, too distracted to hear the approaching footsteps behind you.

“You can get up when the polic– ack!”

It all happened so fast. One minute you’re pinning down some creep with a possibly broken nose and the next you feel a sharp pain in the back of your head and your body goes limp as darkness consumes you.

Now here you were with a cloth bag over your head and your limbs tied down with rope to a wobbly wooden chair in some warehouse in Archons knows where with strange men all around.

Once you’d regained consciousness the men who’d kidnapped you were subjected to your endless curses and having to pick you back up more than once when your squirming would cause you to topple over onto the cold ground.

You were starting to lose energy, all the fighting back making your muscles ache and your throat hurt from your constant screams and shouts.

“Should we just kill her?” A gruff voice asked quietly.

“That’s for The Boss to decide.”

“Hush now, The Boss is here.”

The room went silent as you heard shuffling, the clank of shoes getting closer to you making you tense slightly.

“Hello sir!” A chorus rang out through the room.

“Is this the girl?”

The unknown man’s voice made you flinch slightly, not expecting to hear him right in front of you.

His voice was was low and silky almost boyish but still laced with an unspoken danger. It would be almost soothing if you weren’t being held hostage.

“Yes sir. That’s the bitch who broke my nose.” Another spat which you quickly recognized as the man from the alleyway.

“Fuck you!” You barked at the man, wiggling in your seat again. “You’re lucky all you got was a broken nose! Let me go so I can finish the job!”

“Now now Zhiyi, that isn’t how we speak to ladies is it?” The Boss chuckled, sounding amused. You felt the heel of his shoe rest on the chair between your thighs, tilting you back to make you halt your struggling.

“My apologies sir!” Zhiyi was quick to apologize.

“Untie her.” The Boss simply ordered.

There was a moment of hesitation from Zhiyi but one icy glance from his boss was all he needed to dive forward and untie your wrists and ankles.

The very second you felt your right arm become loose you blindly swung in the direction you’d assumed Zhiyi was only to have your wrist caught by a gloved hand.

With a yelp you were thrown back down onto the chair, your back and thighs hitting the wood hard enough to make you wince.

Another man stepped behind you and ripped the bag off your head making you squint and blink as your eyes adjusted to the lightbulb that dangled above your head.

You looked around the room counting at least six men in front of you, all wearing black clothing, some suits, some street wear. You wouldn’t be able to take them all down and make a run for it, especially with how big and tough they looked.

Your attention moved to the man who stood tall and intimidating before you.

If his expensive looking suit was anything to go by you’re more than positive he’s The Boss.

He looked as handsome and young as he sounded his playful smirk suddenly hardening as he inspected your features carefully. You raised a brow at the man, stealing a glance at the ruby red earring that dangled beautifully off his ear. You decided to be smart enough not to snap at him giving how easily he tossed you back in your seat.

“Leave us.” He ordered his men, his dark eyes still trained on you.

One by one the strangers shuffled out of the damp room until it was just you and the red-haired man alone.

His playful smirk graced his lips again as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You really did a number on my associate there. A broken nose and banged up shoulder.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back against the back of the chair, trying to look as casual as possible.

“Yeah well he deserves more.”

“You’re quite the cute little spitfire aren’t you?” His grin grew showing he was more than happy to hear what you had to say next.

“I can be really fucking adorable if you and your band of idiots don’t let me go!” You protested loudly.

The red-head grabbed his chin in thought before pacing slowing.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that sweetheart. Who sent you? Morax? Barbatos perhaps?”

You tossed your hands up in defeat, a groan of annoyance filling the empty room.

“Look, I don’t know who those people are! Just let me go and we can both forget anything happened!”

He chuckled again. “If I let you go, then there won’t be anyone who can compensate for the package that was stolen today.”

The cute tilt of your head showed that you truly had no clue what was happening.

“The purse that the girl ran off with? What’s so important.”

“That purse was filled with crank. A very hefty amount at that.”

Your mouth hung open as you tried to take in the information. “Crank? As in–“ you leaned in and whispered as if telling a secret. “As in meth?”

The man gave a simple nod and friendly smile as if it were the most innocent thing ever.

You bit the nail of your thumb anxiously as the gravity of the situation finally weighed down on you. If what you actually did was ruin a drug deal between some psychos who look rather important than you were nothing more than fucked.

“How much was it worth?”

“200 thousand. Give or take.”

“200– Im gonna puke.” You covered your mouth, leaning down to press your chest against your knees.

“You see this isn’t something that I can just forget. When someone helps steal something from me I need just as valuable in return no?”

You gulped as he stepped closer looking like a feral predator stalking its prey.

“I didn’t steal anything from you! How was I supposed to know that it was a drug deal gone bad? Maybe label the bag with oh I don’t know a sticker that says fucking drugs?!” Your face began to flush in anger as you became more and more irritated.

“Helped darling, and you were the one who stuck her pretty little nose where it shouldn’t.”

“That job went bad even before I got involved, you gotta hire better people Mr…?”

“Childe.”

“Right.”

Childe wiped an imaginary tear from his eyes as he gave a hearty laugh. You were the most entertaining kidnap victim he’s ever met. Your snappy comebacks and casual attitude made you look more like a flustered chipmunk than a damsel in distress.

“Now I usually don’t talk to someone this cute before killing them but this was fun.”

Your eyes widened into the side of saucers, arms coming up to hug yourself defensively.

“Woah woah, kill? I said I didn’t steal anything! No one in their right mind would just jump to conclusions like that! Go after the girl that fucked you over instead she’s the one who ran!”

“Oh I did.” He lifted a gloved hand to flick the ruby earring playfully. “And I got a rather flashy trophy out of it too.”

You shot up from your chair and tried to make a break for the door only to have your arm grabbed again, this time your arm was twisted behind your back painfully and you were pressed against his firm chest.

A cold shiver ran down your body as your fight or flight kicked in. If you were going to die you’d do it on your own accord not cause some thug thought you were fucking him over.

His lips pressed against your ear as he laughed hotly. “Relax doll, I was only teasing. I won’t hurt you, only if you promise to be a good girl and comply.”

His free hand came to rest on your hip, squeezing it firmly as a warning when you tried to struggle again.

You winced at the painful stretch in your shoulder, not wanting to give in but but deeming it not worth to lose an arm.

“J-Just don’t kill me.”

Childe grinned and pressed himself tighter against you as he dug into his pocket to retrieve something.

A clock rang out and suddenly there was a cold blade pressed against the collar of your shirt.

You whimpered and shut your eyes tightly, trying to think of a million ways to escape.

“Like I said I won’t kill you, I just need to make sure you’re telling the truth. How do I know you’re not hiding a piece of the stash in here?”

He trailed the blade from your neck down the expanse of your chest slowly until he reached the top of your pants, his thumb hooking onto the hem as he pressed the blade against your abdomen.

Your breathing quickened and you braced yourself for the slice that he would inevitably do. But it never came.

Instead the psycho pressed the blade down to cut off the button holding your pants together and tossing the blade aside, slipping his hand inside just above your quivering heat.

“What are you doing?!” You yelped, silently cursing at the violent shiver that went down your spine at the promise of his touch.

“Just checking darling, shh shh, don’t cry now you said you’d be good right?” His gloved fingers traced a slow line from the front of your panties before up until he dipped inside them, wasting no time as he slide his middle finger between your drooling lips.

You gasped and felt your knees begin to give out, feeling dizzy from the whiplash of emotions.

One second you were sure he’d kill you now he was here touching your most intimate areas as if this wasn’t the first time.

Your teeth caught your bottom lip as you tried to suppress any sounds from slipping out as he began to pump his fingers up and down occasionally giving your clit a flick or two.

“Hmm, I don’t know…” he mumbled to himself as he held you up tighter against him. “I think I need to search harder, I need to be thorough don’t you think?”

Without warning he plunged two leather clad fingers deep into your cunt, stretching you out in the most deliciously painful way.

You leaned forward, trying to press your thighs together to half stop his actions and half grind yourself down onto his fingers for more.

You mumbled something soft, Childe almost missing your desperate plea. “What was that?” He purred into your ear, gently biting your earlobe.

“Pl-Please…” You moved your head to the side, trying your best to look back at him with teary hooded eyes. “Please… more.”

Childe closed his eyes for a moment; he really tried his best not to cum in his pants like a schoolboy at your little begs but you were just so beautiful.

He wasted not another second, pulling away from you causing you to moan before he gripped your wrist and practically dragged you out of the warehouse, past his group of goons and into a very expensive looking car.

“Home.” Was all he said to the puzzled driver before tossing you into the back seat and rolling up the partition to grant you some privacy.

You really thought you were going crazy. You were so clear on fighting the stranger off but now that he so much as glanced on you, you were ready to risk it all for him.

Childe was quick to connect your lips in a heated kiss, pulling you into his lap and holding onto your waist.

Fuck it.

You rolled your hips down, swallowing a groan from Childe as he bucked his own hips to meet yours slowly, dragging out the sensation teasingly.

Your hands fumbled to try and unbuckle Childe’s belt, needing to see if he was as huge as he felt behind his annoyingly fitted pants.

“Relax sweetheart you have me.” He chuckled hotly, making you whimper and work faster. If he really was a dangerous person than you’d hit the jackpot.

In record time you managed to pull his heavy cock out and sink down to your knees, placing your hands on his knees to balance yourself against the bumpy car.

Your tongue poked out giving a few curious licks to the leaking tip before popping the head between your plush lips and working to sink down one inch at a time.

The man above you looked even more beautiful than before. He sat back against the expensive leather seats looking every bit like a mob boss, his jaw clenched in pleasure and his hands moving down to run through your soft hair to hold it in a vice grip.

You took a deep breathe before pushing your head down as far as you could. Which wasn’t a lot because why was he so huge?

His cock wasn’t too long, but it was thick and heavy and stretched your poor lips till you were afraid you’d tear your cheeks.

“That’s right, take it all down.” Childe hissed as he bucked his hips up to force more of his length down your throat.

You tried your best not to choke, you really really did but the combined roll of the man’s hips and the bumpy ride gave you no choice but to adhere to his demands.

You tried to hollow out your cheeks and gave long slow sucks, your thighs clenching tightly at the moans the man was producing, spurring you on to bob your head and flatten your tongue.

“Fuck–“ was all he could gasp out as your smaller hands came to wrap around whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth, pumping them in time with your sucks.

Childe had to admit, your attempts were a bit clumsy and exposed how much experience you had but what really made him see stars were the curious looks you’d shoot upbeat him.

Your brows would crease slightly and those big orbs would calculate his expressions, doing something even more based on how he looked.

He was right you were a mouthy little brat but it was obvious you wanted to be good for him, and he would be sure to ruin you for anyone after him.

“Good girl, I’m so close.” He bucked his hips up harshly again, forcing you to slack your jaw and take whatever the man gave you.

Your hands gripped the cloth of his pants tightly as he gave you three more deep thrusts before pulling out completely and releasing over your parted lips.

With a whine you pulled back, holding your open palms before you as cum dripped down your chin making a mess on your T-shirt.

Childe barely gave you enough time to fix yourself before the car came to a stop and he practically flew out, holding you close to him as to shield you from prying eyes while he hurried his way into an overly luxurious apartment building and into an elevator.

“Hey–!” You gasped as he hoisted you up, forcing your legs around his hips as he pressed you against the wall of the elevator, claiming your lips in a bruising kiss once more.

His hot tongue fought with yours for dominance that you would not so easily give up, even going as far as to take his bottom lip between yours and give a lewd nip.

Childe grinned into the kiss, the taste a mix of his own release and your natural sweetness making his blood pool down south faster than he’d like to admit but something about you was driving him absolutely crazy.

The soft ding of the elevator was all he need to grip the back of your thighs harder as he walked you out into the hall and into his apartment, never once breaking the kiss even as he made it to his bedroom surprisingly with ease.

He tossed you unceremoniously onto the soft sheets and bit the finger of his other gloved hand, watching you with hooded eyes as he began to undress.

You scurried to do the same, only to be stopped with a raise of his hand when you hooked your thumbs into the hem of your panties ready to rip them off yourself.

You pouted but did as you were told nonetheless, laying back against the soft mattress as the man crawled over you, leaning down to place a trail of soft kisses down your tummy until he bit the hem of your panties and slowly dragged them down the expanse of your legs and off completely.

You tried to steady the hammering of your heart because fuck that was hot.

Childe lifted one of your trembling thighs up and continued his trail of kisses this time from your ankle down until he came face to face with your already dripping core.

His breath fanned against your heat causing you to clench desperately around nothing.

“Aw darling you’re drooling so much already. Is it it all for me?” He chuckled, dropping another kiss so close to where you needed him.

“But only good girls get rewards don’t they?”

The red head was quick to silence any protesting as he suddenly plunged two fingers into your cunt without warning, much like he did earlier.

You choked back a moan, looking down at him with wide eyes.

He smiled innocently back at you as if he couldn’t hear the filthy noises he was creating with his skilled fingers.

He stopped his pumping and began to hook his fingers as if looking for something. “Mnh!”

“Ah there it is.” He sighed happily before continuing his assault. Your toes curled and your eyes rolled back as your orgasm was quickly approaching.

“I guess you were being honest.“ he hummed, “you don’t seem to be hiding anything here.”

“Please!” You cried as his fingers scissored you open but it still wasn’t what you wanted, you wanted a bigger stretch, something to rip you apart.

“Don’t tease me anymore, I need you.” You leaned down and hooked your hands under your thighs to spread them apart, putting yourself on display for his hungry eyes.

He sighed and shut his eyes, making you wonder if you did something wrong but the moment his dark eyes opened and looked at you, a shiver ran down your spine at his silent promise.

“You make it hard to be gentle sweetheart.” He groaned, slipping off the last article of clothing to reveal his leaking erection.

You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from drooling at the sight of his toned body climbing over you, his bigger hands replacing yours to rest high up on his shoulders.

The thick head of his cock brushed against your aching clit making you tremble in need.

“Wait!“ you pushed your hand against his chest and sat up, maneuvering his larger body to lay in your place, straddling his hips.

Without hesitation you took his cock into your hand and slowly sank down onto it, savoring every inch that stretched you past what you were used to.

Childe looked as smug as they come, laying comfortably back against his designer sheets letting you do all the work like some cock hungry whore.

Shame sent shivers down your back but it only added to the pleasure of it all. The painful sting in your cunt didn’t go away, even as you planted your hands on his chest and pulled yourself up only to drop down just as slow.

“Having trouble there sweetheart?” Childe smirked, trailing his hands up to hold onto your hips.

You mumbled something under your breath, your head hung low.

“Speak up darling I want to hear you.” He hummed, moving to tilt your head up, only to pause at what he saw.

Your eyes were brimmed with unshed tears, kiss swollen lips parted to let out little whimpers and moans.

“So good… s’big..” you gasped, thighs trembling as you struggled to begin a steady rhythm.

It was like the last string of self control snapped within the man as his grip on your hips tightened only to lift you up til you were clenching pathetically around his thick cock head and drop you back down, forcing the last few inches deep into you, forcing your head to toss back.

“Fuck!” You cried, digging your nails into his chest as he bounced you up and down onto him without so much as a sweat.

His eyes were trained down where you were connected, his heavy balls slapped against your ass filling the room with the most pornographic sounds you’ve ever heard.

You could feel every inch punching deep into your gummy walls sending you closer and closer to your much needed release. All the teasing and tension from earlier did nothing to help but make your blood boil with need.

“Cl-Close!” You whimpered, pushing your hips down to meet his ruthless pace.

“Me too baby. You want me to fill this soaking pussy full? You gonna milk me for all I’m worth?” He groaned, his grip on your hips sure to leave a bruise the next day.

Your arms gave out and you fell atop his chest, burying your face in his neck as your body trembled harshly your orgasm ripping through you like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Stars exploded under your lids and every muscle in your body tensed with vigor.

Childe wasn’t far behind, his pace getting sloppier and sloppier until finally his teeth sank into your exposed shoulder and his thick seed filled you up to the brim.

His hands slide down from your hips to cup your ass once more, gently massage the plump skin as his heart hammered loudly in his ears.

“Fuck…” was all he could mutter as he held your trembling form against himself.

“That was–“

A soft snore interrupted his thoughts signaling that you were far gone into your peaceful sleep.

Childe couldn’t help his laugh as he gently flipped you over to tuck you in comfortably into his bedding, getting up and reaching for his clothes.

He paused when he saw your discarded pants, picking them up and digging into the back pocket to pull out your wallet.

“(Y/n) (L/n). Hm, seems like we’ll be getting to know each very well.” He smirked, sliding your University ID into his own back pocket.

#genshin impact #reader insert #genshin fanfic #genshin x you #female reader #genshin smut #childe smut #childe #ajax smut #childe x reader #anon request

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angel-of-the-moons · 5 months

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I love your work sm love every update you post!!✦

Could we get some fluff of Peter B? Maybe like the reader has a really rough day at work and I just so physically drained Peter just takes care of them?

(Sorry if this is bad this is my first time requesting!)

YESYESYESYESYES I'M SO HAPPY SOMEONE FINALLY REQUESTED PETER B AND TYSM

Bunny Slippers

Peter B Parker x Reader

TW/CW: None, just some fluff!

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When you came home looking... well, down in the dumps, Peter felt his Hubby Senses tingling.

They were like his Spidey Senses, but for being a husband! Hah! Get it? Ah, right--ahem--anyways...

"Hey, honey, you okay?" Peter asked you, walking up behind you and kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah, I'm just... Had a really bad day today. Just... Ugh. Karen after Karen after Karen." You groan, almost feeling close to tears as you remember getting back to back one-sided screaming matches from the angry customers over things that weren't even your fault.

One guy came and screamed at you over something he ordered from a different store! And he still had the gall to demand a discount and refund from yours!

Peter, ever the sweetheart, wrapped his arms around you and swayed softly back and forth.

"Mayday's asleep. You go on and take a nice hot shower." He says to you.

"But dinner--"

"I can handle dinner, babe." He says, giving you another sweet kiss to your head. "You go relax for a bit."

"Pete..."

"I mean it. Don't make me use my puppy eyes on you!" Peter warns with a waggle of his brows.

You can't help but do anything but smile at his humor and relent, slipping your shoes off and trudging into the bathroom for a much-needed recharge.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Peter went into action. He started pulling out all the ingredients for your favorite meal and made sure he measured each ingredient perfectly.

After all, you having a bad day? His main mission now was making sure you ended the night with a smile. He knew you felt doubly bad as well, for not being able to kiss Mayday goodnight before she drifted off.

He hated seeing you upset. It was one of the worst things he ever felt when you would come home with your bottom lip poking out, your eyes glistening and sad...

You needed a different job. Maybe he could do some asking around, get one with an easier load, better hours and better pay... Because you two also had a baby to raise. She needed stability and you working so much made you feel inadequate as a parent, he could tell by how sadly you smiled when you held Mayday in your arms; how badly you wished you could be with her more.

He made a mental note to start looking online for you as soon as he got the chance. You deserved to work somewhere they knew your worth as an employee and coworker, not tossing you into the meat grinder for pissed off customers who, frankly, could have avoided troubles had they read their warranties or even directions on their purchased products regardless.

And with the holidays coming up, the mental strain from all that was piling up, and up, and up, and...

He sighed softly as the food was finishing up cooking, and he carefully ran to your bedroom, pulling out your comfiest pajama pants, fresh pair of undies, and one of his own shirts for you to wear when you got out.

He was still super duper stealthy as he slipped into the bathroom (almost choking on the amount of steam that invaded his lungs) and slipped the clothes in for you while taking up your uniform and dropping it into the laundry basket for him to do later.

After all, you needed a hell of a break, and chores were the least he could do for everything you already do.

He checked on Mayday through the baby cams, and smiled softly as she kicked out a little foot from beneath her blanket.

He loved the both of you, so so much. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have the both of you in his life.

Peter still couldn't believe you gave his dorky ass a shot that very first time he asked you out.

God, that felt like a lifetime ago.

He was shaken from his thoughts when the egg timer went off and told him the food was ready.

And frankly, it looked goddamn delicious.

Don't let it go unsaid that Peter B Parker knew his way around a kitchen. Sure, he ate like a pig (sometimes) and has gotten far too used to a diet of pizza and fast food...

But he sure knew how to cook when it came down to it. And nothing made him happier when he saw a grin break out on your face at the sight of your favorite dish.

Hell, he didn't even notice that you'd walked out of the bathroom until he turned around and almost tossed the rubber spatula he had in his hand across the kitchen.

How you managed to sneak up on him and not trigger his Spidey senses was a damn mystery.

"Aw... Pete..." You said, looking at the (admittedly messy) kitchen, seeing that he was cooking for you.

"I'll clean it up!" He says, sticking the spatula in the sink. "Been multitasking."

He sauntered over to you, proud as can be as he slipped his arms around you and tucked you against his chest.

"You didn't have to..." You start to say.

"Nah, I wanted to. And you deserve it, especially after the day you've had. Give me a hundred angry Goblins any day of the week." He snorts, breathing in the lingering scent of your body wash and soaps.

"At least I can punch him. But an angry customer? Phew, no way. I'd crack."

You can't help but laugh, the sound muffled by his fuzzy bathrobe.

"Yeah. They're terrible. Wanna switch jobs for a day?" You joke.

"Yeah no offense babe, but that's gonna be a hell no from me." He grinned down at you.

The two of you share a quiet laugh and chaste kisses, before he turns away from you and gets your plate ready.

"Bone apple the teeth!" He said, grinning like a ridiculously goofy shark.

"Pete!" You snort around a mouthful of food.

"Yeah yeah, I know I'm hilarious, but it's nothing to get choked up over!"

#peter b parker x you #peter b parker x reader #peter b x reader #peter b x you #peter b parker spiderverse #peter b parker #peter benjamin parker #🌙 answered

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blossominghunnie · 9 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Pairing: Sung Hanbin x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, based off 5sos’ Best Friend.

Summary: A couple scenarios that made Hanbin realize that he slowly fell for his best friend.

Warning: None

Note: Ahh, I was so excited to write this. I’ve loved this song for yearssss. 🫶🏼

Hanbin always knew he felt something for you, even if he wasn’t sure what that feeling was.

You basically grew up together. You knew each other since elementary school but funnily enough didn’t like the other, like at all.

Hanbin was a very outgoing guy, he knew everyone and had tons of friends. On the other hand, you were a little bit more reserved, you had a small but tight group of friends and preferred to listen rather than to talk.

You were so different yet similar in other ways.

You didn’t like how loud he could get or that smirk he gave you every time he knew he did something to annoy you.

And he didn’t like that you were a nerd that only cared about school (false, you only cared about having good grades but didn’t live for school) and that you rarerly talked.

And that went on for years. Until your best friend, Minjun, started dating Hanbin’s friend, Matthew, in your freshman year of high school. Forcing your two groups to spend a lot of time together.

At first you both dreaded it, but after some time you started warming up to each other. You discovered that you shared a love for music and you also liked the same movie genre.

After that you started hanging out more without your other friends and texting a lot, too. You started calling each other “bestie” and “best friend”.

It was a cute friendship and even your friends teased you that you would eventually end up together.

1. Even every time that you got the flu

I'm not scared at all to get close to you.

I don't run away when your face says achoo.

But I run to get you a tissue.

Hanbin remembers vividly the first time you got sick with the flu. You were supposed to hang out at the fair the next day but called him to cancel.

“I’m sorry Bin, we’ll have to reschedule.” You talked on the phone.

“Why? Are you okay?” He asked in a concerned tone.

“Yeah, don’t worry. I just got the flu and I feel awful.”

“Oh, Bestie.” He answered. “Do you want me to get you anything?”

“No, no. It’s okay, Binnie.” You waved your hand even though he couldn’t see you. “I’ll just sleep and order take out.”

“Ooor, I could cook you something warm and take care of you.”

“Nooo, Bestie. You don’t have to do that.” You spoke. “I don’t want you to get sick, too.”

“Nonsense. Nothing’s gonna happen to me. I have a strong inmune system.” He answered making you laugh and cough a little afterwards. “Just accept, Y/nnie. I promise I won’t run away when you sneeze, I’ll run to get you a tissue.”

After you contemplated his offer, you accepted.

You had such a sweet best friend.

“Okaaay.”

Hanbin was genuinely happy to take care of you. “I’ll pass by the convenience store to get you snacks and medicine.”

“Okay, Bin. I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, I won’t be long.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

2. Remember when your parents went out of town?

They were, dumb enough to leave us with the house

We had 100 people naked on the sofa

Dancing 'til the cops said: Game over

Turned out it was Cheri's dad

So we did shots while we rode in the back

He even let us all use the siren

It was the best night, I'm not lying

Since your parents went on a week long trip to Las Vegas, they left you home alone. Letting you invite some of your friends so you wouldn’t be on your own.

So, Hanbin convinced you to throw a party on Friday and invite your friends and a plus one. Which wasn’t a very good idea. Word spread throughout campus and now you had a ton more people than what you were expecting.

You gave the black haired a look. “This is all your fault.”

“Mine? Why?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, yours. Because you seem to forget how popular you are.”

“Oh.” He gave you a sheepish look. “Okay, maybe I do.”

“Lighten up, Sweetheart. We’ll kick them out if we need to.” Taerae, your boyfriend at the time, spoke as he threw his arm around your shoulders.

“You? But you’re scrawny, love.” You teased him.

“I’m stronger than you think.” He started ticking you.

“Okay, okay! You are.” You gave him a hug and he kissed you on the forehead.

“Let’s go dance, babe.” He took your hand and dragged you to the dance floor, which was really your living room.

Hanbin was left on the sidelines with some of your other friends, just watching you as you danced with the brown haired.

“Just tell her how you feel.” Zhang Hao talked as he saw the way Hanbin was looking at you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The older gave him a look. “We all know you’re in love with Y/n and have for years.”

“I’m not in love with her, she’s my best friend.” Hanbin spoke defensively.

“Don’t even try to deny it. We’ve all seen the way you look at her, like right now.”

As he was processing what his best friend said, a police siren could be heard on the distance.

“POLICE! EVERYONE OUT, NOW!” Someone you couldn’t recognize shouted.

Everyone started screaming and running as fast as they could, and exited the house.

When the cops arrived, your group of friends and your boyfriend, were the only ones left.

So, turns out that they received a noise complaint from one of your neighbors, which wasn’t surprising cause that old woman hated you.

Anyway, you weren’t in trouble because the police officer was one of your closest friend’s dad, Cheri.

You all ended up doing shots in the back and using the siren.

It was a pretty amazing night.

After that, all of your friends went home.

Hanbin laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling, still thinking about what Hao had told him.

Maybe he liked you more than a friend?

He couldn’t deny that he found you very pretty and adored your personality. You were so special to him.

After overthinking for what felt for hours, that night, he realized that he liked his best friend, more than a friend.

Would he ever confess to you? Maybe.

He couldn’t do it right now, because you had a boyfriend and he respected your relationship. That and he also wasn’t sure if you felt the same.

For now, he’s content to have you as his best friend, so telling you about his feelings would be a problem for future Hanbin.

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5sos’ songs series masterlist || Zb1 masterlist || Main masterlist

#blossominghunnie #5sos’ songs series #best friend #sung hanbin #sung hanbin imagine #sung hanbin x reader #sung hanbin x fem!reader #sung hanbin fluff #zb1 imagines #zb1 hanbin #zb1 fluff #zb1 x reader #zb1 #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone #zerobaseone x reader #bg imagines #5sos

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bloggingboutburgers · 11 months

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Ahhh, what the heck, your comics are so cute??? 🤣

I'm kinda curious tho (as a fellow ace)—and only if you don't mind my asking?—how you and your partner met/figured out your QPA. Because I've tried the whole... get to know people in person thing, the online dating thing, and it just... doesn't make sense. 😵‍💫 How does one find a platonic life partner in what often feels like an ocean of straight amatonormativity..? 😅

Thank you so much for the kind words!^^

I feel like my partner would be wayyyy better suited to answer that one since they're the one who suggested to be in a QPR in the first place! But to be perfectly transparent and factual I guess I'll explain the step-by-step:

I wasn't looking for anything specific, to begin with, I was very content to vibe on my own with friends and family as support. (The aro-aceness in me helped in that sense, I believe)

My partner and I started off as online friends that just got along very well and talked a lot about common interests, as close friendships work typically, at least for me

We're both ace so we talked a lot about that, and about what works for us and what doesn't

About a year and a half after starting to talk online, they suggested trying out being in a QPR. My clueless ass had no idea what that was, how that worked, and was pretty much a mess about it, but also down to try, so there we went.

It worked for us. It felt like a nice and comfy type of relationship to be in.

About six months after that we met up IRL for the first time. Vibes were very much verified IRL too.

We started out with a pretty high level of boundaries but have built up more intimacy (both in terms of physical and what we're willing to talk about vulnerably) over time. It's always been done in the form of a suggestion, in a "would you vibe with that, because I would, but if you wouldn't let's not" sort of way. It's been developing pretty naturally and smoothly.

We're still long-distance to this day because we live in different countries. We're considering marriage, mainly as a means to an end, in order to be able to stay in the same place without one of the two risking being kicked out after a while. But ironically, before that necessity even dawned on us, on our first meeting, I was the one who'd blurted out "I've never wanted to marry anyone but if it were you, I think I could". I'm still baffled I could even blurt something like that out, but I did, so I'll stand by that.

No idea what the future has in store, and if we'll stay like this permanently or not, but I don't think it'd be earth-shattering if it did end – but it IS looking pretty good as it is now, and it's good that it's nice now. It's definitely a vibe.

Hopefully that can help a little? TwT But yeah, I wasn't trying in the first place to get any kind of relationship like that, so I guess my original situation is slightly different... Either way I wish you all the best and I hope you can find something that works for you!!

#iiiii just totally lucked out tbh #saemir #queerplatonic relationship #qpr #queerplatonic #i oughta draw how my partner and i started that out at some point #cus yeah god was i dumb

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lysarria · 2 years

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A Comforting Captain

This is a random Sy fic idea that I had. I am new to the fic writing world. Please excuse my typing errors. Thank you for reading ❤️🤗

Warnings: Period cramps. Fluff.

We are both up bright and early. Sy had returned home from tour a couple of weeks ago. He was making some coffee and I was getting myself ready to go on a run. Sy usually joins me when he is home but this morning he had plans with some of his buddies and helping out with a house renovation. I offered to help but they said they were good and that some other guys were coming over as well to help.

I hugged and kissed Sy before leaving and I couldn't resist from giving his booty a quick pinch. I ran out the door giggling and hoping he wouldn't catch me before I got into his truck.

I went to one of our favorite nature parks and completed a 6 mile run. I knew Sy would be busy for a while so I decided to visit some stores while I was out and about. Checking my phone I had a text from Sy.

Sy Bear:

Hey Dumplin'. Hope you had a great run. I'm sure you kicked its ass. We have to go pick up more supplies for the renovation. Love ya bunches.

Replying back -

Absolutely crushed it! Hope the renovation is going well. I am going by a couple of stores before heading home. I love you too, bear.

Shopping was a success. I get home and take all the bags inside and unload. Picked up some groceries so I could cook one of Sy's favorite meals. He wasn't home yet so I jumped into the shower. Ready to wash away the sweat and feel refreshed. Towards the end of my shower I am hit with severe cramps. I knew my period was soon and it was letting me know it had arrived. Sometimes they are extremely painful and sometimes it's almost like nothing. Trying to quickly finish up my shower and also dealing with extremely sharp painful cramps. Once out I take medication for the pain. Drying off and looking for clothes to wear. I pulled one of his shirts out. They are always a comfort for me. I was going to call Sy but instead I decided to text him. I didn't want to disturb him while he's busy. I just wanted to let him know that I wasn't feeling well from the cramps and that I was going to lay down.

Hitting send and putting my phone down. I laid curled up in bed in pain and hoping the medicine would start to work soon. I was starting to drift off to sleep and then I felt the bed dip and Sy wrapping his arms around me and asking if I'm okay. I told him he didn't have to stop helping to come home for me and that it wasn't my intentions at all. He explained that they were basically done for the day as the guys had plans for the afternoon and also I was the most important person in his life and he wants to be there for me and take care of me.

I was still dealing with bad cramps. Sy had gotten out of bed and left the room. I start to hear things being moved around in the kitchen and he shouts "Gimme a minute Bug".

I hear him come back into bedroom and he walks around to my side. I opened my eyes and look up and he's holding a bag. He pulls out a heating pad and plugs it in for me and places it on me. Then he reaches into the bag and pulls out some delicious baked goods from a local bakery and places them on the nightstand. Reaching in the bag again he pulls out a cute plush he spotted while he was trying to find a heating pad. I am basically in tears and told him he didn't have to do all that for me and he told me to hush that nonsense and he'd do anything for me and loves me. He leaned down and kissed my lips and said he's going shower. I laid there holding the plush tightly with waves of different emotions hitting me. How did I end up so lucky. To have such a great man in my life. He was my world and all I ever wanted. I heard the shower turn off and he walked out a few minutes later in his boxers. Closing the blinds and turning the TV so it's better angled towards the bed. He hands me the remote and leaves the room and comes back and places a couple of drinks for us on the nightstand. He asked if I needed anything and I said only you. Giving me that cute grin and a wink he then walks around and crawls into bed. Wrapping his strong loving arms around me and pulling me against him. I turned my head to kiss him. Looking into those beautiful blue eyes. Damn period giving me all these extra emotions and tears start up again. He wipes them away and tells me he's happy he's home and able to take care of me. We laid snuggled up together in bed with one of our favorite movies playing. Feeling the warmth of his body and the heating pad had reduced a lot of the pain. Holding his hand tightly as we snuggle. At random times he would place soft kisses on my neck and ask how I am feeling. Just him being there makes me feel better. My eyes start to get heavy. I notice his breathing has started to slow down and he has fallen asleep. I turned off the heating pad and turned the movie volume down. I slowly turned to look at my bear sleeping. I whisper I love you Sy and placed a light kiss on his lips. I turn back and closed my eyes and quickly fell asleep with my comforting Captain.

#captain syverson #captain syverson fic #syverson fic #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson fluff #captain syverson x reader #henry cavill characters #Syverson

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icedroplove · 8 months

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Chapter 1

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Gray woke up from his nap with the feeling of someone poking his cheek. He grumbled and turned his head, but the person didn’t give up. His eyes opened slowly, facing a serious Erza. She looked impatient.

“Come, we arrived. the others are outside just waiting for you.”

He rubbed his eyes groggily, took his suitcase and followed Erza out of the train. Natsu was sitting at the bench, waiting for the sickness to pass while Lucy stroked his hair. Wendy sat by their side, eyes closed and head up. It was the best she could do since she didn’t have a pillow (or Lucy’s thighs apparently) to rest her head against. Erza, in her general mode, rushed them to get better quickly. Natsu tried to say something, but stopped and covered his mouth before he puked in her shoes. Gray let out a chuckle.

“What is it, Gray-sama?” He looked at Juvia, who stared back at him with curiosity. It felt different having her around during a “team Natsu” mission.

Gray had been surprised when, the day before, Erza showed him a pamphlet and told them they were going on a mission. He had assumed that since they had recently returned from the one hundred years quest, the group would take some time to relax and take missions with other people. He needed that time, honestly, and since he had some things to take care of, he wasn’t feeling like going away so soon. He took the paper either way and read it. It was an easy mission with a big reward. He would have accepted it on another occasion, but he had some money stored from the quest’s end. He told Erza that he didn’t feel like it, but she didn’t falter.

“There’s no debate. I already told the requester that Team Natsu will be there tomorrow.”

Gray rolled his eyes.

“Erza, it’s not even in Magnolia. We’ll take more than a day to return and I want to stay by the guild for a while.”

Erza seemed to consider what he said before she spoke again, in a clearer voice. “Okay, then I’ll invite Juvia to go with us.”

Woah, what? Gray stood shocked as Erza went to talk to her blue haired friend. His first impulse was to stop her, but he thought better not to. Erza wouldn’t give up on the mission and inviting Juvia was a way to spend time with her, even if not the way he had planned. Gray had been thinking about a way to ask her out on a date ever since he got back in Magnolia. However, every time he thought he’d finally have courage, he just backed down. What was going on with him? He finally had come to terms with his feelings and even read that stupid book Minerva gave him! This should be an easy task for the man. Anyway, he was glad that Erza invited Juvia to come with them. Even if he didn’t have courage to confess yet, it was always nice being next to her.

"Gray-sama?"

Gray looked at Juvia, who was still by his side.

“It’s nothing, I’m just laughing at Natsu’s stupidity.”

“I heard that, ice prick!” Natsu yelled , sitting up from Lucy’s lap and pointing a finger at him. He seemed to have gotten better from the motion sickness “You want me to kick your ass?”

“More like I’ll kick yours, flame brain!” Gray tossed his coat aside and Juvia caught it from the ground.

Erza stopped the both of them before they started brawling in the middle of the train station. Then, she led the group to the main square of Aster village.

“You guys wait here by the fountain as I find out how to get to the inn. No fighting, okay?” Satisfied with Natsu and Gray’s enthusiastic yes, Erza went to search for information.

“Man, I really need to get some sleep.” Natsy grumbled

“I feel awesome.”

“Of course you do, Gray, you had a veeery comfortable pillow.”

Gray hissed at Natsu to shut up, but his blush was already giving him away. Yeah, resting his head on her shoulder during the trip had felt very nice and he could still remember the smell of her perfume (even though by then it was always on his mind).

He huffed and walked away from the group, pretending to be very interested in the shops by the square. While eyeing the glasses them, a jewelry store suddenly drew his attention. There were many pretty necklaces, but one of them shone brighter than the others. The chain was made of silver and the pendant featured a blue stone in the format of a drop. It was pretty...

It would make a nice gift for her. Gray considered the idea for a moment, but after looking at the price he gave up. Too bad, it would look match Juvia’s eyes.

“Guys!” Erza called them. “The inn is a few blocks away. We could go there now, but I suggest we eat something first.”

Everyone agreed. They chose a nearby restaurant and got in. Before they got themselves a table, Juvia announced she'd go to the restroom.

-------x--------

Juvia rushed to find a bathroom hoping that nobody would take the place next to her beloved. Suddenly, someone bumped into her.

“Shit! Look where you’re going!”

Juvia was about to apologize when she looked at the face of the man standing next to her. He looked familiar, long blue hair and tanned skin, in his thirties. She took a while to picture where she knew him from, but what made her remember was the “x” tattoo on his brow.

Bora.

She stood there, frozen. In all those years, Juvia completely forgot about his existence. They've dated for a few months when she was about sixteen. At the time, she liked him. He made her feel less alone and for her that was enough. Until he broke it off because of her rain.

Bora hadn’t magically vanished and he hadn't been part of her imagination. He was there, older, but real.

“Hello, girl? Are you okay?”

Juvia eyed him, confused. He didn’t remember who she was?

“Yes, sorry.”

“Okay, then.” He looked at her for a second and his face changed from annoyed to… intrigued? “Anyway, doll, I have to get back to my table. See you around.” With a last wink, Bora left.

Juvia ran to the bathroom, entered the first stall she saw, and cried.

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hii! omg okay so i absolutely love your works and your writing style and i wanted to know how you started up writing on here because i’ve been wanting to for a while but have no idea how to start 😣

thank you so much for this question! I'm gonna answer it in detail and feel free to dm me if ur confused abt anything!

OLIVIA'S (almost) COMPLETE WRITING GUIDE!

the basics.

i'll start off really easy. to begin, find someone (preferably famous). if this person is in any films, watch a few to get a taste of a couple different characters. this will help you form a hyperfixation to a character. this will be who you write for. for me, it's rory culkin & spencer reid. from here, now we can get to the fun part.

your aesthetic.

your theme is the next thing that will draw in an audience. I'm completely aware of the trillions of different aesthetics in the world, but more popular ones tend to draw a larger audience (odd, I know.) currently trending aesthetics include 2014 grunge (shades of black, pink, and lots of soft filters), coquette (pastel pinks and soft cremes, can be followed with slightly disturbing content), and my favourite, gothic. (falls into 2014 a little. i include themes from my favourite album. music will draw in a crowd too.) but this part is extremely flexible, so choose any style that you want!

friends & your fandom.

one of the best things you can do to give your account a kick start before even starting is to make friends in a fandom. reblog fics you like, leave kind comments, "sneak" into dms and leave encouraging messages. this'll earn you some followers and supporters right off the bat. if you're comfy with it, tell your friends outside of tumblr to follow you too (but I totally understand where that can get messy, so no pressure.)

writing + visuals.

now we're getting to the good part. fanfics are categorized into 3 main parts: smut, fluff, and angst (all I'm sure you've seen on my page.) smut is sexual stuff, fluff usually has a more cozy atmosphere around it, and angst is all the gut-wrenching stuff that really tugs at your heartstrings. as you write for either one of these things, keep in mind that your visual should support whatever the theme of the fic is. idk how long you've been supporting me, but ever since the start (august 2023) I have included some sort of visual in my content. first I only used gifs and ordinary fonts, then I branched out and began putting together my own photos and making the title match. your visual will reflect the quality of your writing.

when writing for anything, second person is usually my go-to (you went to the store, you took a walk, etc). it is the most commonly used perspective and prevent any confusion for the readers. when writing smut, there are certain words and phrases that'll be good with readers, and some that won't. when referring to the vagina, "cunt" and "pussy" will do better than "coochie" or "bearded clam" (yes, I've actually seen that used in a fic). when writing angst or fluff, create a mood by using sensory words that paint a picture in the reader's mind. practice this by googling good descriptive words and weaving them into your fics. this'll boost your writing by a ton, trust me.

conclusion.

this was a lot to take in, I know. when I first started publishing fics on this account, my content was far from good, but I promise you will improve as you go. remember to pace yourself, don't force yourself to write if you just don't feel like it. any writer on this app will understand that feeling. leave your inbox open most of the time to receive good ideas from your supporters, but let them know if you ever need to close it because of an excessive workload. i don't know if you're in school, but finding a good balance between schoolwork and writing fics is a huge part of this whole thing too. thank you so much for the wonderful ask, and my dms are open if you have any more questions.

xoxo, olivia.

#liv's (almost) complete writing guide . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.#444rockstargf

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Pokemon Incorrect Quotes: Unova Edition

Hugh: *handing out smiley balloons* I have no soul. Have a nice day!

Colress: I don't have one either.

Drayden: Let me see what you have!

Iris: A knife!

Drayden: NO!

Cilan: Fun fact! Blueberries are the only fruit named after a color.

Iris: Star fruit?

Cilan: ♥️ So close! That is a shape ♥️

Colresss: Welcome to physics!

*science project explodes*

*screaming*

Hilda: 🎶 ANNIE ARE YOU OKAY, ANNIE ARE YOU OKAY, ANNIE 🎶

Hilbert: *banging pots and pans*

Hilda: 🎶 ANNIE ARE YOU OKAY, WILL YOU TELL US THAT YOU’RE OKAY 🎶

Teacher: Uh, Cheren, can you read number 23 for the class, please?

Cheren: No, I cannot. What up, I’m Cheren, I’m 19, and I never fricking learned how to read.

Chili: Hi, welcome to Chili's.

Elesa: Hey, I’m lesbian.

Emmet: I thought you were Unovan.

Clay: I wanna be a cowboy, baby!

Alder: Hell yeah!

Clay: I wanna be a cowboy, baby!

Hilbert: TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

Cheren: Why are you guys reblogging this in December?

Hilda: TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

Rosa: TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

Cheren: It is February, you ANIMALS

Nate: TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN

Emmet: "Average person eats 8 spiders a year" factoid, actually statistical error. Average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave and eats over 10,000 every day, is an outlier and should not have been counted.

Chili: Oh sorry, I fell asleep while I was waiting on you to make me a sandwich.

Cress: Go back to sleep AND STARVE.

Ingo: Perhaps it is the context in which words are spoken that gives them the power of meaning. *yelling* I LOVE YOU, JOLTIK!

Emmet, banging on pots and pans: I DON'T GET NO SLEEP 'CAUSE OF YOU! Y'ALL NOT GONNA GET NO SLEEP 'CAUSE OF ME!

Hilda: Would you like something to drink? *opens fridge* We have water, milk, juice, Joltiks, Dr. Pepper…

Cheren: Joltiks?

Hilda: Joltiks it is, then.

Cheren: Wait, that’s not what I meant—

But she was already pouring him a brimming glass of Joltiks.

Ingo and Emmet: *in the middle of an intense Pokemon battle*

Hilbert: Can I get a waffle? Can I PLEASE get a waffle?

After said battle:

Hilbert, pointing at the losing Pokemon: He need some milk

Ingo: Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does!

Rosa (pointing at a flock of Swanna): Look at all those chickens!

Ingo: *filming in selfie mode*

Emmet: (in background) Bop it! Twist it! Pull it!

Colress (grinning): I'M GOING TO JAIL!

Cheren: Tumblr is just talking to yourself but with an audience.

Cilan: That’s called a soliloquy.

Cheren: Found the theater kid. Get em boys.

Iris: Hey OP, how do we know you’re not a theater kid?

Cheren: I’M AN ENGLISH LIT MAJOR, YOUR HONOR

Cilan: Eating chips with chopsticks is unironically galaxy brain. Your fingers don’t get greasy and it lasts for longer.

Chili: Fork

Cilan: Oh, yeah, I’m going to stab my crunchy foods and make them fall apart like an absolute absentminded dunce, fool, clown, jester, like a monstrous moron, an idiot of Shakespearean proportions, a cretin.

Cress: Um, you seem to forget that ‘chips’ can also mean fries. And that’s probably what he was talking about, haha

Cilan: I did not forget anything. I purposely ignore the idea of using British vocabulary to do my part in helping it die out.

Cilan: KNOWLEDGE is knowing that a tomato is technically a fruit.

Cress: WISDOM is not putting it in a fruit salad.

Chili: PHILOSOPHY is wondering if a tomato is a fruit, does that make ketchup a smoothie?

Cheren: COMMON SENSE is knowing that ketchup isn't a smoothie.

Ingo: I went to the store and bought Quick Oats. The next day, my brother came back with Instant Oats. I will not be humiliated like this. I must now find an even sooner oat.

Hilbert: I hope nobody is evil

Ghetsis: >:)

Hilbert: Oh no

Elesa: Don’t post your negativity on a positive post.

Volkner: Electrons

Elesa: I should kick your ass.

Cilan: Being alive is great because there are so many different vegetables you can sauté. But then there are also the horrors.

Cheren: People who say ‘oof’ and people who say ‘bruh’ contribute nothing to a conversation.

Nate: OOF

Hilbert: BRUH

Ingo: Early to bed, early to rise, Burger King burger with Burger King fries

Skyla: Later to rise, later to bed, Burger King burger on Burger King bread

Elesa: Eat at morning, eat at night, I participate in a Burger King fight

Emmet: I slap my knees, I slap my thighs, tonight is the night that Burger King dies

Cheren: I currently have seven empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them.

Cilan: Put spaghetti in it.

Cheren: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone except you.

Bianca: Put spaghetti in it.

Cheren: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone except you two.

Nate: Put spaghetti in it.

Cheren: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Roxie: *playing guitar*

*suspicious crashing noises in distance*

Roxie: *plays guitar louder*

Hilbert: Big mood.

Emmet: What does that mean?

Hilbert: Well… it means, me too, I guess.

*the next day*

Ingo: I'm worried about Team Rocket using our subway system.

Emmet: Big mood, brother. Big mood.

Ingo: HILBERT WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

Hilbert: Z is just a sideways N

N: Please stop it

Hilbert: Zo

Elesa: I can't find my earbuds and Target is closed. This is a nightmare.

Burgh: Put a Durant in each ear and they will sing to you.

Elesa: Not a half-bad idea actually.

Emmet: I go to Home Depot

Emmet: I eat the tools

Ingo: Stop it

Emmet: Crumch

Roxie: Is it cheating to teach Toxic to every member of my Pokemon team?

Elesa: Not at all, I'd love to hear them sing it.

Clay: None of y’all know what propaganda actually is, do you?

Hilda: It’s when a British person takes a good look at something.

Elesa: What are you guys going to be for Halloween?

Ingo: Sad

Burgh: Gay

Skyla: Sexy

Emmet: Goblin

Ingo: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds

Emmet: My arms are strong, I would catch you and hug you

Clay: Children, this is dirt.

Nate, Rosa, and Hugh: dirt? dirt? dirt? dirt? dirt?

Hilda: Shoutout to all the people who started saying “same” as a joke once in a while but now use it for the most random things like a car honking their horn at another car.

Cheren: Yesterday a book fell off my desk but instead of picking it up, I just looked at it for a second and said “same”

Hilbert: LOL same

Bianca: Why are we like this?

Cheren: Is there anything better than pussy?

Cheren: Yes, a really good book

Cheren: *plays the keyboard*

Hilbert: Who’s the hottest Uber driver you’ve ever had?

N: Ummm… I never went to Oovoo Javer.

*HAS NEVER WENT TO OOVOO JAVER*

Looker: Where’s the best place to buy fireworks?

Hugh: Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?

Looker: Where are your parents? Kid’s sketchy, back to you.

Emmet: *screams into jar and then screws on the lid* Everything’s fine.

Cilan: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire?

Nate: Microwave for 40 minutes

Cilan: Why were you microwaving a lemon??

Nate: I read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges), but I didn’t own any pots.

Cilan: Did you burn an orange too? How??

Nate: Microwave for 40 minutes

Classroom: *silence*

One of the students: turgle turgle

Cheren: WHO TURGLED

Hilda: Hey everyone, today my brother pushed me, so I'm starting a Kickstarter to put him down. Benefits of killing him would be that I get pushed way less—

Cheren: I get that you're angry, but killing Hilbert is not the solution.

Hilbert: When will Ted himself finally show up to the talk?

Bianca: The final boss

Cheren: Guys, you do realize that TED stands for Technology, Entertainment, and Design, right?

Hilda: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer.

Cheren: I love the word methinks. It’s accurate. Me does think. Thinketh me do.

Hilbert: Methinks therefore me am.

Nate (bragging.): I know every digit of pi.

Nate: I don't know what order.

N: He doesn't know what order.

"Hey besties friendly reminder to drink water, feed your lab Rattata, turn off your evil nuclear generator, change out of your dirty lab coat, go for a walk, and take care of yourself!"

“@evilscientist13”

“COLRESS WAKE UP”

“@evilscientist13”

“COLRESS THE REACTOR”

(during a game of Uno)

Ingo: Brother, please, no.

Emmet: I’m sorry. I have to.

Ingo: Please, I’m begging you, after all we’ve been through?

Emmet: I’m sorry. [places a draw 4 card] Uno.

N: Any questions before I move on?

Porygon: *garbled electric noises*

N: ... Great. I really understood that well.

Elesa: This is camp.

Ingo: What does camp mean?

Emmet: Like when something is so yass and slay

Emmet: Do you think Joltiks take fall damage?

Ingo: Emmet, what the heck?

*at Drayden’s home in Opelucid City*

The Pokemon streaming service profiles read as follows:

Drayden: “Person who pays for the account”

Iris: “Granddaughter (Free pass)”

Ingo: “Parasite 1”

Emmet: “Parasite 2”

Cheren: How long does someone have to be dead before it's considered archaeology and not grave robbing?

Lenora: As an archaeologist, I find this a VERY AWKWARD QUESTION.

Cheren: Answer the question, grave robber.

Elesa: Carpe diem— seize the day

Skyla: Carpe noctem— seize the night

Emmet: Carpe natem— seize the ass

Ingo: Seriously, if you guys don't stop reblogging this, I am going to carpe someone's neck and break it.

Grimsley: Carpe collum— seize the neck

Cheren: Not all math puns are bad.

Cheren: Just sum of them.

Roxie: There is so much panic right now and not nearly enough disco.

Elesa: Where do bad rainbows go?

Skyla: …

Elesa: Prism. It's a light sentence.

Skyla: *groan*

Hilda: If you don't know the difference between "their," "they're", and "there", your a idiot.

Cheren: Well, this is awkward.

Hilbert: I was born ready!

Hilda: You were born in Nuvema Town.

Hilbert: When I was your age… (tells Hilda something he did a few minutes ago)

Nate: A theif

Cheren: Thief?

Nate: Theif

Cheren: I before e, except after c

Nate: Thceif

Cheren: No

Hilda: (singing) A potato flew around my room before you came—

Hilda, Hilbert, Cheren, and Bianca: AAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Hilbert: I'm nuts about these nuts. But you know what I'm also nuts about? My close good friends!

Hilbert: *gestures to Hilda, Cheren, Bianca, Nata, Rosa, Hugh, and N* My close good friends!

Ghetsis: Remember one time I liked you?

N: No.

Ghetsis: Good, because IT NEVER HAPPENED! *evil laugh*

Cilan: Would anyone like some stew? Would anyone like some stew? Would anyone like some stew?

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