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#i made this joke on discord and now it's going to haunt me for the next 2-3 business months#lion.txt#it's me boy i'm the ps5
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Bloody Matrimony
Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi
(I had a sudden urge to do something very different and write a spooky season one shot).
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Female Reader
Summary: On the night of your anniversary, your sweet husband's dark past comes back to haunt you.
Genre: Thriller
Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Murder , Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Blood and Gore, Serial Killer, Death, Mutilated Body (not super graphic)
The sound of the pan sizzling fills the kitchen. You slide the spatula under the lopsided pancake in the pan and flip it over. You never could get the fucking perfect circle like Satoru could. He was always the better cook. You hum happily as you move the finished pancakes onto a plate next to the stove. Everything is starting off perfectly today.
You pick up the plate and move to the formal dining room, setting it down next to the assortment of all your husband’s favorite things scattered along the table – eggs, bacon, a variety of fruits and a large pitcher of orange juice. You step back, smiling to yourself as you admire your work. Hopefully, he likes this.
You startle momentarily when you feel a pair of arms snake around your waist from behind.
“Mmm, it smells great. Is this all for me, baby?” A deep voice purrs into your ear.
“All for you, baby,” you say as you turn to face the owner of that voice you love oh so much.
Dazzling, glacial blue eyes gaze into yours as you face your husband. He’s dressed in his finest corporate attire because despite today’s special occasion, he still has to work. You’re a little sad about it, but you’d both agreed to treat the day as normal and then celebrate together tonight.
“It will make everything all the more special,” Satoru had said.
You lift your hands up to his tie, adjusting it slightly when you see it’s a tad crooked.
“What time do you think you’ll be home today, Toru?” You ask him before he gives you a sweet kiss. He lets you go, pulling out a chair at the dining table for you to take your seat. You sit, letting your husband push your chair forward and then he takes his seat next to you.
Carefully, you both pile your food onto your plates, idly conversing over breakfast.
“I’ll be back around 6 tonight if you want to meet back here. I made reservations for us at that new fancy restaurant uptown,” He says, mouth full of pancakes. You nod and Satoru chuckles lightly as he inspects the misshapen flapjacks. “I can’t believe you’ve made pancakes in every shape but a circle.”
You smack his arm lightly, snorting at his jab. “Stop, Toru. Next time you point it out, I’m gonna cry.”
Satoru throws his head back and laughs. “Okay, okay. They’re perfect, though. This whole breakfast is perfect. Thank you, love.”
He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head. You both resume breakfast in a peaceful silence, simply enjoying each other’s company before you have to leave for work. Satoru is the first to finish of course, checking his watch as he stands up. “Shit, I’m late.”
“What else is new?” You joke. Satoru leans back down and kisses your lips one, two, three times before he stands back up. “Happy anniversary, babe. I’ll see you tonight. I love you!”
With that, he’s rushing out the door, yelling for you to have a great day at work.
……..
Your fingers fly across the keyboard as you type up your email to a client. You want to make it home in time for your anniversary dinner with Satoru and with the way things are going, you don’t know if you will. A light knock on your office door frame makes you look away briefly, calling your friend in to have a seat once you see who it is.
“Hey Shoko, what’s up?” You ask, your eyes glued back on your computer screen.
“You seem stressed,” Shoko points out. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work so hard. What’s going on?”
You sigh, clicking send on the email and rubbing your eyes now that that was finally done. “It’s mine and Satoru’s anniversary today. I want to make it home for dinner. You know how hard we’ve worked to get here.”
Shoko nods quietly. “I mean, I don’t know the details, but I know you two have worked hard to be happy together.”
……..
There was a time when you didn’t think you and Satoru would make it this far. College sweethearts, destined to inevitably part ways. And you had a few times, taking breaks here and there to explore other options, to travel or try and get your shit together. But time and time again you’d find your way back to each other.
It was as if there was this magnetic pull that just kept bringing you back together. No matter what Satoru did, no matter what you said, you could never leave each other alone.
In the early days of your relationship, you came to learn Satoru had his own…demons he was dealing with. The first time you’d discovered his problem, it had completely rocked your world, shattered you into a million pieces and then some. You’d ended things immediately, telling him to find someone else, anyone else to deal with his shit. And that as long as he left you alone, he could date whoever he wanted and no one would know about his terrible habit. At least…they definitely wouldn’t be hearing about it from you.
But from the moment you’d separated, you had come to regret it. You yearned for him, thought of him day and night even when you didn’t want to. You had fallen for him fast and hard and one day, against your better judgment, you’d picked up the phone and called him a few weeks after ending it. He answered on the second ring and you could immediately tell something was off.
It was odd hearing his voice, panicked and shaken when he had answered your call, whispering your name.
“I have to be honest with you…” he had muttered into the phone in a hushed tone. “I messed up again. I understand if you never want to see me again after this.”
You let the silence hang in the air for a moment before you took a deep breath. “Where are you, Satoru? I’ll come help you.”
You’d been inseparable since. Satoru had promised to do the work to do better, to be better for you and he had. Though over the years, he’d had a few missteps, he really did do his best. It was all you could ask for.
………
“You know what? It’s almost two o’clock. Why don’t you go ahead and go home for the day? Forward me the work you have left to complete and I’ll take care of it,” Shoko offers.
You shake your head profusely. “No way! I can’t ask you to do that for me, Shoko.”
She waves her hand dismissively. “It’s fine. I want you and Satoru to go out and have fun tonight. You two lovebirds deserve it.”
Shoko doesn’t wait for you to agree. She simply stands and leaves your office, wishing you a happy anniversary as she disappears around the corner. So you quickly send over your work to her, grab your things and race home.
……..
You close the door to the house behind you after entering, locking it before you set your keys down on the entryway table. Your eyes shift around the entryway because something suddenly feels…strange. The lights are all on which is odd because you know you turned them off before you’d left for work. Satoru usually tells you when he’ll be home and it’s only 2:45pm, nowhere near six yet, so it can’t be him.
You brush it off. Maybe you did forget to turn the lights off.
Setting the rest of your things down on the table and slipping your shoes off, you begin to make your way to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Then you hear it – loud grunting noises and the sound of a bed creaking echoes down the hallway that leads to the bedrooms. You pause, hoping you’re just hearing things. After some time, the noises stop suddenly and you decide that maybe you are hearing things because you don’t hear the sounds again.
You turn to resume your journey to the kitchen when the noises start back up, this time the loud sounds of squelching joining the grunts and bed creaks. Is Satoru home? You hope he’s not because if these noises are what you think they are…
Quickly, you go back to the front entryway, sifting through your bag to pull out your phone. You head back to the hallway where the noises are still going and dial Satoru’s number. Maybe it isn’t Satoru. Maybe he’s not in the bedroom doing what you think he’s doing. Maybe your house has been broken into by some losers who are fucking in your bed. Your mind is racing as it finally starts to make the outbound call to Satoru.
Don’t pick up. Please don’t pick up. Don’t pick up.
There are two rings on your end, but you don’t hear anything coming from down the hall. You feel a sense of relief wash over you and you take the phone away from your ear to hang up. You’ll just call the police and have them come arrest these dumbasses, then you and Satoru will go about your lives and enjoy your anniversary dinner tonight.
Your thumb hovers over the red circle to end the call and then you hear the sharp ring of the special ringtone Satoru has set just for you cut through the noises – the creaking, the squelching and grunting and groans – it all stops in an instant. The silence is deafening.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Okay, we gotta hurry this up,” you hear Satoru’s muffled voice from down the hall as the sounds pick back up.
In the hallway, you simply stand there, body trembling and you squeeze your phone tight to keep yourself from dropping it. Your feet move before you can stop them.
Lightly stepping forward, one foot after the other, you make your way down the hall towards the bedrooms. You stop at the bedroom you share with Satoru first, quietly pushing the door open and peering inside. The lights are out. No one is in there.
You sigh, relieved. At least if he’s doing this shit, he has the decency to not do it in your bed. Part of you is grateful given how messy Satoru always is. But that means he can only be in one other room.
You follow the noises toward the guest room down the hall. As you approach, the sounds get louder, more disturbing. There’s more squelching, more squeaking, more grunting and you feel like your heart is about to crawl up and climb out of your throat. You reach a shaky hand forward, gripping on to the doorknob and steeling yourself for what you know you’re about to see; your husband and his bad habit resurfacing.
The door swings open and your eyes immediately widen at the sight before you– a pair of men’s legs still dressed in black slacks on the bed, Satoru hunched over the side of the bed as his arms move frantically in a back and forth motion. It’s definitely the cause of the banging you were hearing earlier. You’re frozen in place, watching your husband in action as he tosses what you now see is a small saw to the floor beside his feet.
Satoru sighs, standing up and swiping the back of his hand across his forehead and then you finally see it. Blood everywhere. There are pools of it on the plastic tarp you now notice is spread along the floor of the guest room. There are specks of red splattered throughout Satoru’s snowy white hair and a few splotches of blood on your newly wallpapered wall (you might kill Satoru for this one).
You’ve been the very picture of stealth up until now, the sounds and visual of your bloodied husband only pulling silent reactions from you, but it’s the sight of your expensive stained wallpaper that makes you gasp and hiss Satoru’s name. He whips around, blue eyes almost glowing in contrast to the crimson blood smudged across his face. He looks at you like he’s been caught red handed…because he literally has.
You’re shaking, facing your husband and watching as his mouth opens and closes with no sound coming out. He can’t find his words, which is fine. It gives you enough time to focus on the pair of legs lying on the bed when you realize that’s all there is. The upper half of the body is gone. There is half a dead body on the bed of your guest room.
You clench your hands at your side, trying to calm yourself because right now you feel yourself trembling so hard, you fear you may vibrate out of your skin. Satoru seems to have found his voice again because his long legs carry him across the room where he grabs your face in his large hands.
You feel sick, so fucking sick right now. All you can see is the blood smeared across Satoru’s face. So you turn your head, only to see the two legs lying lifelessly in the bed. All you can smell is the pungent copper scent of the blood in the air. All you can hear is your husband’s pleading.
Satoru shakes your head in his hands, trying desperately to bring you to focus on him. “Baby look at me, look at me baby, don’t look over there.” He turns your head to look at him.
You stare into your husband’s eyes and quietly murmur, “Satoru, what is this?”
Satoru says nothing. You see the wheels turning in his blood stained head. He can’t even find the words to explain this to you. It was the least he could do – tell you what the fuck this was.
The quiet is unbearable. Satoru isn’t speaking, no explanations, no excuses, just holding onto your head like you’ll run away if he lets go. And you should run away. If you were a better person you would run away, but instead you whisper, “You said you wouldn’t do this anymore…after the last time. You promised me.”
Your mind plays back the entirety of your relationship with Satoru. The first time you’d stumbled upon him after a fresh kill in college. The shock sent you running for the hills, declining every call from him that came through to your phone, avoiding every place you knew he frequented on campus, debating on dropping out and moving to another country in case you were next on his list.
Then you called him weeks after you’d ended things and he confessed to you that he had made the same mistake again. And you stupidly rushed over to help him dispose of the body (poor old Professor Gakuganji…Well, not really. He was a fucking asshole).
Despite your better judgment, you stuck around, helped clean up Satoru’s messes whenever he “relapsed” and supported him through starting back at square one. You love Satoru. You love him even though you know you shouldn’t. You know something is so incredibly wrong with him. He should be in prison awaiting a death sentence, but the thought of never seeing him again is too painful to bear. So when these things happen, when Satoru has another slipup, you do everything you can to buy you both more time together – burning victim clothes, bleaching every crevice of the house and the car, planting a new flower bed to mask the smell of the fresh corpse that’ll soon be rotting in your backyard. It’s almost like a reflex now, you’ve done it so many times.
But this time stings a little more than the others. It’s been so long since Satoru has done this (that you know of), and now you have to pull it together to get this mess cleaned up. This is such a huge step backwards for you both. Now it feels like you’re back at square one, scrubbing, digging and hiding.
You don’t know how long it takes to clean everything, to erase all traces of what took place today. The clock just ticks until you’re both standing in the shower as Satoru helps you wash off the smell of death.
……..
You’re standing under the water, watching the soap bubbles, tainted red, swirl down the drain. You make a mental note to bleach the shower too when you’re done. Behind you, Satoru loops his arms around your waist and buries his face in the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your wet skin. It’s so reminiscent of how this morning started. It’s not how you pictured the day going.
“I’m so sorry, love,” he whispers to you. “I know I fucked up again. You’re always cleaning up my messes. Thank you. I love you so much.”
You want to be mad at him. You want to turn off the shower so you can run to your room, lock the door and cry in peace. But you also want to be with Satoru, the only person in this world who understands what you’re feeling right now. It always feels like this afterwards – like your body is a tangled knot and only Satoru can undo it.
He’s still kissing at your neck, the hot water beating down on you both and filling the bathroom with steam. Satoru’s hands glide up your torso and to your breasts where he cups one in each hand. He kisses a trail from your neck, along your jawline and to your ear where his tongue darts out to drag along the shell and you sigh, feeling a bit of the weight of tonight start to come off you.
“I love you,” Satoru says again. “Let me make you feel good.” He squeezes your breasts and moans softly in your ear. You can feel his growing length pressing against your ass and it makes you moan with him.
You're so weak for him, it’s pathetic.
Satoru brings his mouth down to kiss your shoulder, his teeth barely grazing your skin as his thumbs toy with your nipples.
You shudder when he lets go of your right breast, sliding his right hand down over your belly and between your legs. You can’t help the groan that escapes you when he slides his fingers between your folds and finds you already slick with need.
This is how you knew that somewhere deep down inside of you was just as broken as Satoru. It always went like this: Satoru kills, he either confesses to you or you find out on your own, you both clean up his mess and then you fuck the guilt away. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Satoru pushes two fingers into your pussy, his left hand still squeezing your breast, and his mouth still busy on your neck and shoulders as he kisses, licks and bites. Everything he does makes you feel the coil in your belly tighten, each pump of his fingers bringing you closer and closer to your undoing.
And it doesn’t take long at all for all of the adrenaline of the day to build up and bring you to your release, your walls clenching down tightly around Satoru’s hand as you come hard, moaning Satoru’s name into the steamy bathroom air. Satoru’s free arm wraps around your waist, holding you up as your legs buckle from the force of your orgasm. He gives you maybe a minute to come down from your high before Satoru pulls his fingers from you, spinning you around to face him as he kneels before you. He eases your thighs apart again and leans in to draw his tongue up through your slick folds, groaning against your clit when he tastes the fresh juices of your release. The vibration sends a chill straight up your spine, pulling a loud gasp from you.
He lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, seeking easier access to push his tongue deeper against you. Your fingers slide into his hair, clutching at the freshly clean white locks to keep your balance, your hips pressing forward as Satoru’s tongue pushes you over the edge to another orgasm.
“Shit, Toru, gimme a second,” you plead, chest heaving with every breath. You’re panting, hands holding Satoru’s face to your pussy to keep him from moving until you can breathe again. The steam of the bathroom isn’t helping. It’s dizzying, only making your orgasms more intense as you’re gasping for air through them.
When your grip loosens, Satoru stands, wasting no time crashing his mouth into yours, both of you gasping and moaning when your tongues collide. You wrap your arms around his neck, Satoru’s hands coming down to cup your ass. He lifts you up, taking a few steps forward before he’s pressing your back against the shower wall.
Satoru pulls back, his eyes full of love as he gazes at you. “I fucking love you. You know that, right?”
You nod because you do know that. You’ve never doubted that.
Satoru dips his head into the crook of your neck again, kissing and sucking as he holds you still, lining his cock up with your entrance before he begins to lower you down, slowly. “You’re always – ngh – y-you’re always so f-fucking good to me, baby,” he grunts as he eases into you. He pulls back just in time to watch your mouth fall open as your eyes roll back in pleasure. “I can’t imagine life without you.” A deep guttural moan rushes past his lips when he finally fills you, giving you a moment to adjust.
“Satoru,” you moan quietly as you wrap your legs around his waist. He’s kissing up your neck, along your jaw, your cheek, your lips, anywhere he can reach that will keep him close enough to easily see the fucked out look on your face.
“Yes, baby,” he whispers into your ear, pulling his hips back slowly before he thrusts back into you.
“I love you,” you tell him. And it’s the truth. Despite it all, you love him more than anything on this earth.
Satoru moans loudly, his own worries finally leaving him as he pulls his hips back just before he thrusts forward, pounding into you deep and hard and fast. There’s desperation in Satoru that you were all too familiar with. His fear that this time would be the last and that he’d lose you permanently. He pounds into you, giving you everything he has to offer and you take it from him, whispering his name mixed with “I love yous” over and over. You cling to him, angling your hips so that each thrust has his body grinding against your clit.
He drives himself into you, every breath becoming a stream ‘fucks’ and ‘oh shits’ as he fills your pussy repeatedly. He presses a sloppy kiss to your lips before he’s grunting in your ear, “Tell me you won’t leave me, baby. I need you. I need you. Don’t ever leave me, please,” he whines. And you’re moaning, your body going into overdrive as you feel yourself approaching your third release.
“I won’t leave you, Satoru. I love you,” you reassure him. “I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”
You can feel Satoru tense, his hips jerking erratically and your head rolls back as you dig your nails into his muscled back. “Fuck!” Satoru cries out, the word echoing throughout the bathroom as he spills himself inside of you, filling you with so much of his seed you can’t tell if it’s his cum or the shower water dripping from between your legs. You roll your hips against him, whimpering when your third orgasm of the night has your walls fluttering weakly around his cock.
Satoru presses another kiss to your lips then rests his forehead against yours, your panting breaths mingling in the space between. “I know I fucked up today, but I’ll make it up to you. I swear.”
……..
Later that night, you’re wrapped in Satoru’s arms as you both lay in your bed. You snuggle closer into his chest, his embrace tightening. Neither of you says anything, the silence finally feeling comfortable. That is, until you suddenly remember to ask what you’ve been wondering since you got home earlier.
“Satoru?”
“Hmm?” You can tell he’s already dozing off. You’re sure he’s exhausted after everything that went down today.
“Who was it? On the bed earlier…who was that?”
Satoru is quiet for a moment, before he sighs and answers, “That annoying fucker from accounting, Mahito.”
You gasp, “The one who never showers and walks around the office barefoot?”
“Yeah,” Satoru confirms. “Really set me off today and before I knew it, I had him stuffed in the trunk,” he mutters quietly.
You let that information sink in, matching what you know of Mahito to the specifics of today. You liked to keep mental notes of the dates, the victims and specific details in case the day ever came where you’d need to get you both out of trouble. You never wanted to risk getting these details mixed up.
“Won’t they notice he’s gone?” You ask.
Satoru shrugs. “We were planning on firing him anyway. He was shit at the job. Doubt he’ll be missed.” He kisses the top of your head, “Happy anniversary, baby. I’m so tired, I can barely keep my eyes open.” He quietly whispers “I love you” and “goodnight” before you hear his light snores fill the quiet of your bedroom.
You feel your own eyelids begin to grow heavy with exhaustion. When you woke up today, you had not imagined it going the way it did. The day started with the smell of pancakes and syrup. Now, the house reeks of bleach and other cleaning products and you’d missed your dinner reservation at that fancy restaurant uptown. Even so, something about the day’s events brings you a sense of comfort. It’s almost nostalgic.
This…sickness in Satoru (and you, if you were being honest with yourself), is what brought you two together in the first place. It’s what solidified your relationship and bonded you for life. You take one last glance at your beautiful, sleeping husband and you know you’d do anything to stay by his side, that you’d do it all over again if it brought you to this moment every time. You murmur a quiet “I love you too, Satoru” before your eyes drift closed and sleep carries you away.
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Calamar’s Club 2023 Fantasy Fest
We had so so much fun hosting the Fantasy Fest for 2023 in the Calamar’s Club Discord and we want to thank all of our participants for feeding us prime Piarles fics! I will link all of them below, please go and read them! You will not be disappointed!
The Mods for this fest are: @singsweetmelodies @boxboxbrioche @welightitup @river-ocean @duquesademiel and me - WolfieMcWolferson
Title: the blood’s run stale by the lovely @m1tchevans (7k words, complete)
Summary: Charles thinks he knows everything about Pierre until he finds him on the finish line in Monaco, his eyes pitch black and his shirt stained red. Further down the street, in an apartment with a familiar red and yellow flag hanging from the window, a dog growls, and a man starts to scream.
"Why would someone do that? Give their life?” Charles asks, his mouth suddenly drier than the desert.
"I didn’t check," Pierre answers quietly. "But I’m pretty sure it was for you."
Title: the anatomy of us by the wonderful @pinkierre (currently 4k words, WIP)
Summary: When his life at home doesn’t satisfy him anymore, Pierre boards a ship from Marseille, sailing into the open world.
Charles is a terrified and lonely shifter, who loathes himself, and his shifter form, more than anything.
The two meet through an unfortunate event.
Can they help one another to find themselves?
Title: if it weren’t for the everything by the sublime @gaslybottoms (24k words, complete)
Summary: “You talk about humanity as if they are nothing more than a meal to you.” Pierre shrugs at Charles’ comparison, because in a sense he isn’t that far wrong. Pierre had his fair chance at meeting anybody he felt the desire to over the years, and they always ended up the same way: six feet under and of no use to him.
“What else do they have to offer me?” he asks instead, knowing Charles’ answer before he even says it.
Title: hold your hand in mine (starlights in your eyes) by the first-rate @your-littlesecret (20K words, complete)
Summary: Charles still remembers the day they found his dragon vividly, he was barely 6. He also remembers the day they found Pierre's dragon, at 15. It has been the four of them ever since, never one without the other.
Title: the cold winds that blow us together by the terrific @yukierres (8k words, WIP)
Summary: Pierre came to Orkney to escape, to find his freedom in these strange haunted islands at the edge of the world. And to follow the pull calling him here, the inner urge that made him board the boat and find out what awaits him. It isn't until he uncovers a strange seal figurine in the dirt and gets thrown into a quest to help out a Selkie with the weight of the world on his shoulders, and 4000 years of pain in his deep brown eyes that he understands what the call was. Destiny.
Title: Slow Sips by the sensational ghostmyghosthost (9.5k words, complete)
Summary: They say the best way to deepen the bond as bonded mates is to French kiss with mouthfuls of blood. Just like vampire bats do.
Title: No matter how far the paths for both of them are (Those who are made for each other connects) by the superb @forelsketparadise (1.5k words, WIP)
Summary: Pierre is starting to feel like the universe is trying to play a sick joke on him. Why else would his mate be the future Beta of the enemy pack? It makes no sense to him. The pack from Maranello has been rivals with Pierre's pack for centuries now. Certainly life won't be so cruel to him? There is no way he can even think about pursuing his mate and put his entire pack's safety at risk. He is the pack's future Alpha. He has to put the pack before himself.
Title: the bride of gévaudan by the grand @pipitwrites (12k words, complete)
Summary: At the altar, Charles’s hands trembled as he took the cup of sweet wine from the priest and drank. It was only a small sip, but he felt the rush of heat spreading from his stomach, making him dizzy in a matter of seconds. There was a soft tickle at the back of his hand, barely even a touch. The tip of the Wolf’s tail swayed back at Charles’s elbow. Startled, Charles met the Wolf’s eyes. They were a shocking shade of icy blue and almost human in their regard.
Title: Intret amicitiae nomine tectus amor by the delightful @chipsandnuggets (5.5k words, complete)
Summary: "Do you like Quidditch?" He says this, looking surprised. "Most of the time, Papillonlisse people don't."
Charles nods with happiness. "I love Quidditch! My favourite team is the Cavalli Rampanti, and yours?"
"Mine too!"
or: Piarles wizards who happens to love Quidditch as much as they love each other but they don't know yet.
Title: Finally by the magic @car-bo-hydrate (3k works, WIP)
Summary: Charles, Pierre's college dorm roommate, being a vampire wouldn't be much of an issue, if it weren't for the fact that Charles needed to fuck the other person he drank blood from because he would be overcome with lust.
Or, 5 times Charles brought someone else back to their room to fuck after he had drunk blood from them, and the 1 time Pierre found out from Charles why he drank from everyone except for the very person he's sharing a room with.
Title: you are the light that’s leading me by the struggling @wolfiemcwolferson (series, 39k words, complete)
Summary: Charles gets sucked into the multiverse. Can he get home?
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Ten x Rose | Adult | One-Shot (9k) | AO3
Tags: First Time, Confined Spaces, Dry Humping, Fluff & Smut, Etc
Since I wrote this way too early for a Halloween fic back in February, it’s only fitting that I share it way too late on Tumblr (past 10 PM on Halloween night). I’m not feeling super great mentally, however — and posting fic makes me happy. May it hopefully find at least one person who’s never read it and wants to keep the spooky spirit alive a little longer. It’s not my best fic, not by a long shot, and the whole premise was lovingly contrived from an inside joke born out of Discord server lore — but it is what it is! 🎃
On a small, Earth-like planet called Roon, it was always autumn.
The Doctor landed the TARDIS near an orchard abounding with great, big apples he claimed were the sweetest and juiciest in the universe, having Rose’s mouth watering before they’d even stepped foot onto the luscious grass beyond the doorway.
Before them was a field lined with endless rows of fruit-bearing trees, each filled with multicolored apples so heavy that they bent the branches they grew upon.
Signs were posted every so often; worn, painted arrows indicating a myriad of family-friendly attractions within walking distance. This is how they realized the orchard they’d arrived at was actually a year-round, traditional, Halloween-themed farm; replete with pumpkin carving, petting zoos, photo ops, and what was supposedly the biggest ‘haunted maze and adventure’ on the planet.
Rose hardly even had to beg to get the Time Lord to agree to explore once they’d picked their fill of apples, even after he’d surmised they landed in the relative ‘off-season’.
‘Far as I’m concerned, that’s just fewer people around to get in our way,’ he’d declared with a grin.
After dropping their bounty back on the TARDIS, they went hand in hand down a seemingly endless row of trees, following the arrows that directed them towards what was more than likely the epicenter of entertainment.
The lack of crowds on the farm made it easy for the pair to take advantage of whatever they wanted. They spent a guilt-free hour in the Cider Barn sampling all sorts of sweet drinks, scooping pretzels in apple butter; then raced down the street to spend far too much time petting the planet’s sort-of-but-not-quite-Earth-like livestock.
(Rose’s favorites included a flock of docile chickens as tall as rubbish bins, as well as a pair of noisy horses with dog-like paws.
All afternoon long, they were looking forward to their ‘haunted adventure’, deliberately putting it off until nightfall, per the advice of an employee. He’d been a teenage boy with violet skin and amber eyes; wrists sore from dipping and packaging candy apples, obviously overjoyed to finally have a customer for the first time in hours.
"It's not the best time of year to come here," he'd told them with a shrug. "Might be a little scarier if you go after hours."
They thanked him and bought two sliced caramel apples, snacking on their treats at a nearby picnic table that overlooked a massive labyrinth of hedges.
It was already sunset, so when they’d finished eating, they returned their baskets to a collection bin and linked arms. Together, they began to make their trek towards the first part of their ‘adventure’: an arched gate leading into a dense forest.
They figured it couldn’t hurt to get a tiny head start.
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With arms crossed, Rose brushed her palms up and down in an attempt to create friction, hoping to warm herself up as she watched the Doctor kneeling over a rock and grinding down pine needles. She wanted more than anything to wrap herself up in his great, big coat, but he’d left it on the TARDIS, having not foreseen any of this.
It'd all taken them by surprise: the duration of the ‘adventure’, the dramatic drop in temperature, and the need for anything that would have done a less archaic job of accomplishing what he was now working to achieve by means of a makeshift mortar and pestle.
About an hour and a half into their surprisingly lengthy jaunt along a winding path dotted with holographic horrors, flashing lights, and spooky sounds, something had caught the Doctor's eye. He’d dragged Rose behind several tall bushes when he caught sight of something lurking in the distant dark: a species of canine known as "crendals". The large, wolf-like hounds were terrifying to look at, but according to him, had only been utilized due to the fact that, in spite of their ghastly appearance, they were virtually harmless.
That is, unless you happen to be made up of “deliciously warm and plasma-based blood”, something that didn’t typically exist in the advanced species of that particular solar system.
“Probably been ages since a proper human came around,” the Time Lord mumbled absently as he dropped another hefty pinch of needles onto the flat rock and began pestling with determination. “Crendals aren’t native to Roon, so someone had to have brought them over, and… Suppose since it’s the off-season, it seemed scarier to let a bunch of big, threatening hounds loose than continue paying actors to lark about in makeup and costumes.”
After several moments, seeming content with his work, he scooped half of the powdered pine into his palm and rose to stand before his companion with an apologetic smile.
“So, what is this going to do, exactly?” she half-chattered.
“Well. Unless you'd prefer that I fashion a rope and bind you to my body for the last leg of the forest, our safest bet is to utilize a simple, temporary olfactory misdirection.” He picked some of the fragrant green substance between three fingers, holding it in front of her. “Pine is a pungent fragrance, like citrus. Incredibly proficient at masking the smell of anything else around it, which is why it’s often utilized as fragrance in things such as candles and cleaning supplies. Sort of like the way fruit is so often used to cover up the taste of vegetables in smoothies and liquor in cocktails. Now, just hold still...”
Rose did as he said, trying not to think about how it might not be so bad to be bound to him as he began to blow pine dust around various points around her body. She also tried not to pay attention to how nice his breath felt as it caressed her neck, then her arms, then thighs. Her attempts to distract herself were nearly thwarted when he collected a little more from the rock and began applying it to her visible pulse points, suppressing a shiver when his fingers pressed beneath her ears and rubbed gentle circles into her sensitive skin.
“That should just about do it,” he smiled, bending down to collect the rest in a leaf, then folding it up shoving it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “If I’d have brought my bloody coat, it’d have done a much better job of disguising your scent, but… Well. suppose I’ll never leave that behind again.”
Rose drew a cold-shaken breath. “It’s f-fine,” she chirped.
The Doctor’s eyes widened as realization swept over him. “Blimey, why didn’t you tell me you were freezing?”
“I-I’m not that c-cold.”
With an exaggerated sigh, he had his jacket unbuttoned in seconds, pulling it off and prompting her with a nod to extend an arm so he could begin slipping it onto her. “I’m sorry, Rose — I forget I’m flush with layers when I haven’t got my coat on. Good thing is, this should only help to cover up your... human-ness.”
Being that it’d been resting against his cool skin, the jacket wasn’t very warm at first, but the insulation had her warming up almost immediately anyway. Plus, it did smell like him, which was a lovely little added bonus. “Thank you,” she sighed, and still standing behind her, he smoothed the material over her back. “D’you really think we’re gonna be safe like this?”
The Doctor spun her around and put his hands on her shoulders, raising his eyebrows in that way that he does when it’s most imperative that she listen, and listen well.
(Bit difficult to listen with the way he was now more dressed down than she’d ever seen him, barring the Christmas jimjam incident)
“I will not let anything happen to you. Alright? Never. Just gotta get through the maze, and we’ll be on our merry way.” He smiled. “I’m sure the exit is just on the other side. Now…” Releasing her, he stepped back and held out his arm, which was now clad in nothing but a navy blue oxford. “Shall we?”
They walked stealthily — or rather, as stealthily as they could with arms fastened to one another — through the last leg of the forest, finally entering an area made up of tall, artificial hedges that made up a classic maze. Enormous jack-o-lanterns and assorted props were spread all over, including real, donated skeletons, but only of the native species. The rest were fake, extraterrestrial recreations (with “an embarrassingly shoddy lack of anatomical accuracy”, according to the Doctor).
There was a depressing lack of anything actually scary, reinforcing why the apple-dipping teenager had suggested they go at night; but the threat of encountering the mangy, red-eyed, wolf-like beasts around every corner was more than enough to make Rose shiver from more than just the chill.
Eventually, the narrow hall of the maze opened up into a large, circular courtyard lined with wrought iron lanterns that glowed dimly through the thick cover of fog, as well as a tall, ornate fountain that stood as a silhouette in the center of the haze. There were spider webs spread across every hedge and lamp post, as well as spooky, ambient music playing from speakers disguised as fake rocks on the ground.
“See Rose, we ought to be getting close. Been a while since we’ve seen one of these old fake rock speakers, hasn’t it? They really skimped out for a good stretch, and if I had to fashion a guess, I’d say it’s probably because nobody wanted to go hiking out that far. Really, there’s nothing to panic ab—”
The sound of a snarl in the distance cut him off, and he clutched her hand tightly, tugging her closer to his side. When she looked up at his face with alarm, he tilted his head in the direction he intended to lead them, which was through one of three openings in the hedges that lead elsewhere in the maze.
Continuing on with their strategy of following a single wall in one direction, they proceeded to make their way toward the opening on the right, picking up their feet as quietly as they could.
Neither said a word as they stepped through what was now a new area to them: a long path with a massive influx of spiderwebs strung all across from one side to the next, with skeleton alcoves lining the length of it. The spiderwebs (fake, thank god) were obviously placed strategically to require attendees to exert themselves a bit, bobbing and weaving through the thready, straggling obstacles like secret agents through a complicated network of lasers.
They met each other’s eyes again to nod in solidarity, relinquishing their held hands to begin their journey through the maze-within-a-maze. Rose wanted so badly to just tear down every web and be done with it, but to make any unnecessary noise would have been very bad indeed.
It was difficult to tell where their pursuer lurked until, just a row over, a growl tore through the quiet space.
In a move completely void of grace, the Doctor’s hand shot out to the side and grabbed one of the plastic human skeletons with the nonsense anatomy by the neck, yanking it from its alcove with a plastic clattering of bones. He then grabbed Rose around the waist and all but threw her into the small space, stepping in and pushing her into the fake, plastic hedge. She swallowed hard, now cramped into the tiny rectangle of space with the Doctor completely boxing her in.
Under normal circumstances, she’d be having something of a claustrophobic panic attack, but… well. It was the Doctor, and he was so close, and her fear was suddenly at war with a very different feeling — one which she abruptly shut down before it could fester into something very, very bad.
The next words he spoke came out quickly and quietly, but without so much as a single flub.
“Right. What I’m about to do might seem incredibly rude, if not more than a bit offensive — but I assure you, I’m only doing it because it’s absolutely vital in order to ensure your safety — so, if you… you know, if you wouldn’t mind standing still—”
Before she had a chance to puzzle through whatever it was that he was on about, claws clacked and scratched against the stone walkway nearby, pushing him into action. Without further delay, he used his whole body to press her into the hedge, tucking his face into her neck as he proceeded to grind himself against her.
Rose’s hands shot up to take hold of his shoulders as her legs nearly gave out. She gasped lightly but swallowed the urge to make any more sound, lest she gives herself away. He rubbed his body against hers over and over, doing so in a way that was undoubtedly not meant to be sexual, but her body didn’t know that — only that she and the Doctor were smashed together in the dark, and between the tight proximity and his breaths on her neck, it was almost enough to break her teeth from how tightly she clenched her jaw.
She hadn’t even realized the enemy was closing in on them until, through her half-lidded eyes, she caught a glimpse directly behind him, meeting a pair of huge, red, pupil-less eyes set in the face of the massive head of a Crendal standing no more than ten feet off.
“D-Doctor,” she whimpered, and oh god, that sounded ridiculous, didn’t it? It sounded like she was certainly enduring something, but what that ‘something’ was, err...
It definitely wasn’t fear.
“Rose,” he moaned into her neck — again, moaned into her neck — using his hips as the primary point of pressure the next time he rubbed against her, and ahhh, she did shudder then, because how could she not? It hadn’t seemed sexual before, but now it clearly was, and oh, okay, yeah, coherent thought was no longer something she would consider a ‘distinguishing feature’ of her psyche.
“Th-the… it’s right there,” she indicated as her head fell forward, landing on his shoulder. It was truly embarrassing, considering he wasn’t even applying any pressure where she really wanted it — also clearly wasn’t hard. Because what he was doing wasn’t sexual. Not one bit.
“Right there?” His voice was exaggeratedly husky as he pushed her into the hedge with his hips, making her gasp again.
Rose’s eyes squeezed shut as her arms wrapped around his neck. God. She was hopeless to hide her state if she responded even minutely, so she bit down on her lip and just waited for it to be over, waiting for either him to stop or to just be eaten by the creature and be done with it already.
The mere fact that randiness was dominating over fear in a situation involving a Lovecraftian beast was something she didn’t feel like examining, not that she could — it was difficult enough to think clearly.
Quite abruptly, the Doctor pulled away from her, avoiding her eyes as he cleared his throat.
“Right, then. Think we’ve thrown it off for now.” He turned away from her and peeked around each corner, then gestured outward from the alcove with a tilt of his head. “Let’s go.”
Rose righted her posture, straightening her skirt and clearing her throat as it registered that her face was burning hot… and she was alarmingly aroused. She didn’t even know what to say as he led her out into the open area and carefully replaced the skeleton, but thankfully, he spoke first.
“Sorry ‘bout that, I’d, erm, intended to just get enough of my scent off on you, but when the Crendal lingered, I sort of… Wellll. I panicked, and, well, I realized I needed to resort to more… radical measures.” His hand darted up to ruffle the hair on the back of his head. “It was either that or pretend to be eating you. Anything to ensure they knew you were, erm, spoken for, so to speak. In one way or another.” He still hadn’t met her eyes, ducking beneath one of the webs and holding it up so she could pass through easier.
“Course.” She sounded breathless.
“Good thing is, you should absolutely smell enough like me to keep those hounds off of our trail for a little while... Suppose pine wasn’t cutting it as much as I’d hoped it would.”
“R-right.” Rose brought a fist to her mouth and coughed, ducking beneath the web he’d cleared for her. They were nearing the end of that stretch of maze, but the bulk of her energy had since shifted to trying to steady her heart and her breathing. The Doctor had to have picked up on the state she was in, and now he was acting uncomfortable because of it. There was no other explanation for his skittishness.
Mortifying.
How did apple picking turn into this?
Thankfully, the next several minutes passed smoothly as they continued their strategy of following the wall in one direction. Amongst the quiet music (now reminiscent of a run-down carnival) and ghostly sounds playing from hidden speakers, they encountered a couple of ‘ghost’ holograms that were actually quite impressive, as well as their first (what would turn out to be the only) proper hired actor of the night: a man with a chainsaw that clearly didn’t have a chain running through it.
It was still quite jarring after having not seen anything but crendals on their trek, and with hands clasped, they ran for their lives, not stopping until they finally popped out of the other end of the maze just a moment later.
Before them was a pumpkin patch to their left side, which lay against another series of apple trees. On their right was a big, rusted barn that blocked most of their view of the rest of the field.
“Ahh, brilliant, if that’s the barn I think it is, we’re right at the end. Spotted a brochure at the Cider Barn. Only unfortunate bit is that we’ll be missing the little shop, since it’ll likely be closed this late at night… Really ought to have planned this better… But! No matter. Let’s just go around.” He squeezed her hand and tossed her a grin, finally meeting her eyes for the first time since the alcove, and her heart stumbled. She swallowed roughly and smiled.
“Yeah, that sounds good, I think. Lead the way.”
Together, they tiptoed along the back of the barn, keeping their eyes and ears peeled for threats until they reached the corner of the building and walked around it. Still threat-free, they snuck quietly along to head to the front of the building, hands clutched between them, and Rose was so ready to just finally get out of there — to just get back to the TARDIS and put the whole experience behind them.
… And deal with her body’s pleas to cope with what’d happened in the maze.
As they rounded the next corner to step in front of the barn, they saw the aforementioned little shop, which took up half of the barn, walled off to one side. On the other side was a large, open space; in the center of which they were able to make out the shape of one of Halloween’s classic cliches in the moonlight: a hearse.
A rather large hearse, at that. The elongated back had a higher ceiling than Rose would have expected, and curiously, the rear door was hanging wide open.
“Look at that, Rose! Just like back home, eh?” The Doctor’s voice was an enthusiastic whisper. “Oh, it’s a beauty, too. You know, I always wanted to drive one of these. Not the most efficient mode of transportation, nor is it exactly eco-friendly, but truly unique in both appearance and purpose.”
As he wittered on, Rose was busy scanning the landscape of trees and pumpkins they still had to traverse when she spotted a very welcome sight in the distance: the main cluster of barns, booths, and pavilions they’d first arrived at outside of the orchard. More important than anything about their 'haunted experience' was how it seemed like they'd gone much further away from where they started. They really had just looped around it, and quite brilliantly. She hadn’t even realized they’d gone in a circle.
Then she heard a snarl, then another, and at the same time, hers and the Doctor’s heads both whipped to their right, where they saw an entire pack of crendals not far off. At least seven or eight, by the look of their shadows.
“Well. That’s not good,” the Doctor murmured. “That’s very not good indeed.”
Rose looked up at him with wide eyes. “Could we get into the shop, do you think?”
He turned to her and reached into one of his suit jacket pockets, almost immediately withdrawing his hand. “Bollocks. I stashed my sonic in my coat earlier... Remind me to never go anywhere without that blasted coat again, even if we’re in the bloody desert.” He frowned, then turned fully towards her, meeting her eyes head-on. “Don’t worry, though, they can’t see from that far off — but we need to hide. Come on.”
Taking her hand again, he ushered her towards the back of the hearse and gestured into it. “Get inside, quick, quick.”
Rose did as he said, climbing into the vehicle. There was a massive coffin in the center, which sent a chill down her spine despite knowing there definitely wasn’t a body — it was a prop, after all. She slid alongside the box and sat pulling her knees to her chest, watching the Doctor trying and failing to pull the door shut.
“Oh, brilliant,” he scoffed quietly. “The latch is jammed… Oh, there isn’t even a latch. What sort of hearse is this?” A nearby growl made him stiffen, and he tossed a glance at Rose. “Get down. Far as you can. Now.”
Right when she began to lower herself as directed, she had an epiphany that, in retrospect, seemed fairly obvious.
“Doctor, wait, why don’t we just…” She got up on her knees and tested the heavy lid of the coffin, then pulled it open, not knowing what else they could possibly do that would be a better idea. She reached inside and felt the surprisingly plush interior, then she was climbing in, sitting up as she held up the lid. “Plenty of room in here, yeah?”
And there was. There was more than enough room for them to lie side by side, it would just be a bit tight. The walls were deep enough that they could close it and still have plenty of space above them, hopefully not feeling entirely like they were being buried alive. They could spend the rest of the bloody night in there if they wanted.
She saw his silhouette look back and forth from the coffin to the outside a few times. He must have been weighing the risk factor, but the sinister sounds of snarling and panting were drawing even closer — likely no more than twenty feet off — and his mind was made up. He pushed himself up and climbed into the box, still sitting up halfway on his side when a loud, barking growl jarred them from right outside the barn.
In a moment of (quite literally) blind panic, Rose grabbed his arm and yanked him down hard, accidentally knocking him half on top of her. Just for good measure, the sharp jostling of weight sent the lid of the coffin crashing onto his head, knocking him the rest of the way down onto her and practically crushing the wind from her lungs.
“Ouch,” he whispered in the pitch-blackness, seemingly unbothered by his position, chest to chest with one of his thighs sandwiched between hers. She was very happy he wouldn’t be able to tell just how deeply she was blushing. “Are you alright?”
Rose’s heart was pounding painfully from both fear and position. She couldn’t see his face — or anything, for that matter — but she imagined his deep brown eyes fixed on her with a look of concern that creased his brow beautifully. “I-I’m fine. Are you? Is your head—”
“Shh,” he covered her mouth with his palm in a fraction of a second, and before she could protest, she heard the crunching of paws on dried grass nearby, followed by a series of sniffs and deep, rumbling snarls.
The Doctor lowered himself further onto her; slowly, carefully; even taking consideration to adjust himself so there was more of his body touching hers. Covering her scent in his again, she imagined. That didn’t matter, of course; because the Doctor was on top of her with his hand on her mouth in the dark, and his thigh was so painfully close to her groin, the area of which was covered by nothing more than knickers beneath her skirt.
“Shhh,” he repeated almost shakily, pressing meaningfully against her, his chest and belly encroaching on hers and his thigh irrefutably pressed between her legs.
She shuddered.
He noticed.
At least she assumed he noticed, because she felt him grow slightly rigid as soon as it happened — but it was too late. It would have taken the restraint of a nun to keep her body from reacting to what was happening, and she was nothing of the sort, so she was absolutely fucked.
They needed to get out of that coffin.
Soon.
Her breaths through her nostrils were heavy and irregular. Just like back in the alcove amongst plastic hedges and skeletons, she wasn’t even thinking about the threat anymore, because in that small space, every sense was heightened — all of them concentrated on the Time Lord above her.
Outside, they could hear at least one of the beasts coming to investigate the hearse. Rose could hear it sniffing around on the floor of the back of the vehicle as its mates growled and cackled in the distance, and seconds later, the sounds of its sniffing traced the thin line where the lid of the coffin met the base.
Without warning, the Doctor nearly mashed his palm over her mouth as he pressed his thigh down hard between her legs.
Oh. God. Rose’s nails pressed into his shoulder over his layers as she bit the inside of her cheek, squeezing her eyes shut, channeling every shred of self-control she had to keep from moaning or shaking or grinding on him like some incorrigible little trollop.
The Doctor remained perfectly still above her as lust and frustration rushed about like madness in her skull. She wondered what he was thinking, because of course he knew, didn’t he? Why else would he be hell-bent on providing such intense barrier between her crotch and the open air while creatures were attempting to sniff out a human nearby?
When it finally grew quiet outside again, he exhaled in a heave of a sigh, pulling his hand from her mouth. She heard soft ruffling in the bedding as he planted it beside her head.
“Rose,” he murmured, his voice almost strained. And still not moving off of her, she noticed. “Are you…”
Her stomach dropped.
Please don’t send me home, please don’t send me home, please don’t send me home…
“Well… yeah.” She turned her head to the side, nose practically touching the wall of the coffin as she felt shame and embarrassment washing over her. “Sorry. Can’t exactly help it.”
The Doctor didn’t speak for a moment, completely still above her again, then she heard the distinct sound of him wetting his lips.
“Was gonna ask if you’re alright.”
He finally let off some of the pressure between her legs, and as though he’d instead been pressing his leg over her windpipe, Rose gasped in a quiet breath, doing her best to avoid sucking down air as though she’d been tied up at the bottom of the pool. It was much easier to think clearly without feeling him touching her there, however indirectly.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing,” he added. “I had to… it’s just…Thing is, they can smell far better than they can see, Rose, and… and…”
“Doctor…” Rose sighed. “I get it. S’fine.”
“You see, in times of intense adrenaline brought on by stress, the body is highly susceptible to strong reactions to things such as—”
“Doctor. You haven’t got to say anything else, just…” She deliberately clunked her forehead against the wall of the coffin. She just wanted him to shut up, please for the love of god just spare me the embarrassment.
“Oh. I, well…” she heard him swallow, “I just wanted to tell you that it’s normal, alright? For stress to make the body do things it normally wouldn't, erm…”
Rose was at her wits end. “Right, of course, s’the bloody hounds that made me feel like this,” she bit out, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“I… wait.” The Doctor was silent for a moment, and she swore she could almost hear his brow wrinkling above her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Still struggling to breathe properly, Rose curled her toes in her trainers in a nonsensical beat from one foot to the next. “Don’t pretend you don’t know.” Because he had to have been pretending. Of course he was. Surely she wasn't just dumping a bucket of new information over his head.
The Doctor’s voice was deep and serious the next time he spoke.
“Indulge me.”
... Or maybe it was new information.
Maybe she could have just kept her mouth shut. Saved them both the trouble. Her fear of rejection was searing hot inside of her, loud and growing and clamoring about.
Well… It was too late to walk it back now.
“I just mean… y’know. Maybe…” Her voice trailed off, then she collected herself. “Maybe I’m not reacting like this ‘cause I’m scared.” She licked her lips. “Maybe I’d, you know, still react the same way even if there weren’t any… dogs.”
There were several seconds where the Doctor said nothing; not moving an inch as he allowed the air to fill with the sounds of their breaths, hers still far more uneven than his.
She'd already said too much. She knew that, and she was scared — but for that quiet, in-between period, she found stasis beneath him; in the surprising warmth and smell of him, all crisp autumn leaves and warm, sticky caramel from the apple slices they’d been dipping before they’d embarked.
After the longest handful of seconds she could ever remember experiencing, there was a slight shift, and she knew he was closer now. She could feel the presence of his face right above hers, could hear the sound of her breaths bouncing off of his face at a much closer proximity.
“Rose…”
His voice was low and labored, and though Rose always thought there couldn’t be a chance he would handle it well if he were ever made privy to her feelings, his body language would suggest that he had no intention of moving away.
Not a single centimeter.
“You’ve been in this state before around me,” he realized. “Not just tonight.”
She should have known he could tell. Of course he would be able to. Her heart clenched with nerves. She was searching his voice for any evidence of disgust, any indication that he was uncomfortable with this revelation, but she consistently turned up short.
“Yes,” she admitted, biting down on her lip and chewing anxiously.
“Was…” He cleared his throat. “Are you saying that was because of—”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” He swallowed. “Oh.”
“... Yeah.”
A few more seconds of silence.
“Really?”
She rolled her eyes. “Doctor, don’t be stupi—“
He dropped down and kissed her suddenly, swallowing the end of her sentence with the insistent press of his lips that was so unexpected, it took her a second to register that it was actually happening. It was imperfect, messy; an impulsive clash that only hit the mark by half — the other half landing somewhere in the vicinity of her chin.
Rose didn’t care if it’d landed on her bloody eyebrow. The Doctor was kissing her. He’d just found out that he turns her on with semi-regularity and now he was kissing her, breaking away and coming back to take her lips properly in a demanding snog that swiftly had her heart fluttering with the beat of a hummingbird’s wings.
Before she could wrap her arms properly around him, he used his thigh to push very deliberately between her legs, the action so unexpected that a moan flew unbidden from the back of her throat.
Breaking away again, the Doctor breathed in through his teeth, pressing a little more firmly against her. “That okay?”
Rose nodded shakily, frantically; but just as soon realized he probably couldn’t tell, so she did the only thing she could think of and rolled her hips down to grind against him.
The groan he responded with was incredible; possibly the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard. Shock and pleasure zipped brilliantly through her, adrenaline running high, then she felt him moving and shifting above her.
He rolled onto his left side just slightly as his hand moved and reappeared at her hip, skimming down the outside of her thigh, then slipping beneath her knee. Rose could only surrender to his actions as he pulled her leg further open, readjusting his lower half at the same time.
As his weight settled comfortably back over her, her frazzled brain shorted out as she fully recognized their new position, with the Doctor’s hips between her thighs.
Her breath hitched.
“Rose,” he whispered, so close to her face. He lowered his forehead to hers and pressed tenderly, shaking as she felt him stiffening beneath his pinstriped trousers. He grew hard much quicker than she could have anticipated — probably a Time Lord thing — but in that impeccable moment, she could feel him there, feel the gorgeous weight of him resting between her legs. He was letting her feel it, feel him, and her responding goosebumps covered her body from head to toe.
“Doctor.” Her arms were like jelly as they attempted to clench around his neck. He kissed her softly as he drew back, then rolled forward and ground his erection against her. He moaned and Rose gasped out a small, squeak-like sound, her head dropping hopelessly against the soft pillow beneath her as a tremor ran through her in the darkness. “Oh, god…”
The Doctor hummed deeply and kissed her again, then he was tugging at the denim skirt of her overall dress, pulling roughly until he’d gotten them up far enough to push her legs further apart. When he pressed himself against her that time, she made a needy, begging sort of noise against his mouth, feeling the length of him pressed snugly against her. It left very little to the imagination other than wondering exactly what it might feel like to have him inside of her.
She hooked her leg around his hips to slowly rut against him and he groaned achingly; trapping her lower lip between his teeth, skimming fingertips around her thigh to grab a handful of her bum as he pinned himself to her with a firm push of his hips.
It took a few tries to work the angle out, but when they did… Oh, when they did.
Amidst a soft chorus of moans, three hearts beat heavily between them as he began a slow, dragging rhythm, pulling her close each time he ground his hard cock against her. Rose let out a shaky mewl as the fabric of his trousers slid along her thighs, rasping over her knickers; precise, focused thrusts working his length against the split of her folds to rub gentle friction along her clit.
His kisses were teeming with emotion as he pulled one moan after another from within her, moving his body in wonderful sync with hers. She clung to him just as he clung to her, not caring for one second that this was all very sudden — she wanted him, she was smitten, and if the way this was finally going to happen just happened to be fully clothed in a pitch-black prop coffin, she would take it.
When the tiniest little sound cut off in the back of her throat, the Doctor broke away with a shuddering breath, murmuring her name against her lips. It was intoxicating, and oh, she wanted more than anything to look at him, to see her beloved, beautiful Time Lord spun out in pleasure. However, just to be able to hear him, to feel him; it was so intimate, so perfect, that she didn’t care if she never saw anything else ever again. She could stay suspended with her Doctor in the heart of darkness forever, until she breathed her last breath, so long as she could do so in the cradle of his arms.
So softly, he pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue sneaking out to gently tease her lips apart as warmth bloomed through her chest like cotton wool. She parted for him and he slid inside; his caramel-sweet tongue moving like velvet over hers.
He was a devastatingly brilliant kisser, she was pleased to find; lost to the way he continued shrouding her in affection, rocking into her with insistent hips.
Scraping her nails through his hair, Rose lowered her calf from his hips to wrap around the back of his thigh, tugging him closer each time he rocked into her, whimpering hopelessly into his mouth. He broke away and panted hotly over her lips between a few wet kisses, still hard at work unraveling her.
“Oh, Rose.” He met her hips with a swiveling twist that made them both shiver and gasp, and again, why did it have to be so dark, she was aching to see him. “This feels so good. You’re so warm and soft…”
Her breath caught on a moan and she nodded, eyes nearly closed. She started to say something, but then he swiveled into her again and her voice fell into a whimper, completely lost to what he was doing to her.
“Yes,” he hissed, lowering his face to her neck and sucking softly at her skin before kissing his way up to her ear, where he began to whisper as he moved. “You make such sweet, lovely sounds. You must look so beautiful, Rose… I wish I could see you right now. Wish I could watch you.”
“Aaahhh…”
“Oh, yes… Yes, just like that...”
“Please,” she sounded quiet and frantic, split on a razor’s edge as her hands moved across him like she didn't know where she wanted to touch most, when really, she just wanted to touch him, all of him, all at once. Her hands found his perfect bum, then moved again to his lower back, pressing her tension into his oxford with her nails. “Oh, please, Doctor…”
He purred against the shell of her ear, flicking his tongue across her earlobe. He then drew back and kissed her again, three loving presses of his lips, his mouth slanted over hers as he whispered, “Anything.” Another kiss. “Anything you want. I’m yours.”
“Please,” she repeated, shaking all over. She couldn’t believe how badly she needed him, how much she loved him. She couldn’t believe he was doing this with her. Her heart felt like it might burst. “Pleasetouchme.”
He hummed again, a hungry, impassioned sound that expressed approval as he eagerly raised his hips and slid a hand down between them to cup her sex.
“Ooh,” her hands clenched at the fabric of his shirt and tugged. “Yes…”
The Time Lord let out a tattered sigh as he rubbed a few circles over her knickers. He only toyed with her for a moment before slipping beneath the edge of the thin fabric, flicking it aside so he could press intently, two fingers dipping between her soft folds. He breathed out a curse.
“Rose,” he growled, then briefly pressed inside, pumping gently as she mewled and writhed beneath him. “Oh, sweetheart. Just feel how wet you are…”
His slick fingers retreated to coast upward through the split of her, then he was playing with her clit, stroking back and forth before painting tiny circles that had her whole body racked with shivers. Endless, quivering sounds poured from her lips as he touched her reverently, skilled and determined.
She was so close already. She’d already been dancing along the edge from their grinding, but now she was properly there, rotating her hips along with his touches, picturing what he must look like above her as he stroked her. She mewled his name again on a shuddering breath and he kissed her, sucking at her lip as his fingers teased the pulsing bud again and again. He broke the kiss to lay his forehead back over hers.
“So beautiful,” he purred, nuzzling her nose. “Go on, sweetheart… I want to feel you come for me… That’s it…”
Seconds later, her mouth fell open as she slipped straight over the edge, gasping, nearly breaking her hands with how tightly she gripped his shirt to keep from crying out in the darkness. The Doctor’s fingers continued slipping back and forth over her clit; soft, wet caresses that propelled her through her pleasure, slowing down near the end as he brought her down gently.
As she returned to herself, he was pressing kisses all over her face, ending at her lips, where he welcomed her tongue back into his mouth in a lazy snog that he moaned into almost instantly.
“That was wonderful,” he murmured when they broke apart, making her melt with the way she could literally hear his smile in his voice. “I wish I could have seen it, but oh, the sound of it…”
Rose came so close to saying it: ‘You can see it any time you like’, ‘We can do it again as soon as we get back to the TARDIS’, but she was afraid to, so she just kissed him again, sliding a hand into his hair to hold his mouth against hers.
When he pulled back, he dropped a kiss to her forehead, then pressed another to the tip of her nose. “Was that alright?” he asked once she’d been quiet for a moment. “Is everything…?”
She exhaled in a soft huff. “God, yes, but…”
“... But?”
She steeled herself as her tongue darted out across her lips, tasting him there. “Do we have to stop?”
A few seconds passed before he spoke.
“Rose,” his voice was somewhat guarded, trepidatious. “What do you…?”
“I mean,” she pressed into him, where he was somehow even harder now, which was a bit too much stimulation over her for a moment. “You’re still…”
“Oh… Oh, don’t worry about that,” he chuckled lightly. “I’ll be alright.”
Ergh. He was always taking the lead in just about everything they got up to. Why did that have to end at sex?!
She took another long, deep breath. “But… do you want to stop?”
“As opposed to…?”
Damn it.
Right, okay then. He had to be deliberately skirting the obvious, she realized. Playing dumb because he was the one worried about overstepping her boundaries.
She rocked up into him and he groaned, breathing hot and heavy, pressing into her at the same time. The sound spurred her on, and she did it again.
“I want to do this,” she purred, pushing against him one more time. With a burst of bravery that she latched onto with everything she had, she reached down between them, pressing her fingers over the button of his trousers. “Without these.”
The Doctor gasped at the unexpected touch. “F-fuck… Rose, are you sure?” A pause. “Here?”
No hesitation this time.
“Yes.”
Thank god, he didn’t need any more convincing after that.
It was a little frantic in the tight space as they both attempted to divest him of his barriers, like they were both equally worried the other might change their mind about this reckless thing they were getting up to in the dark. Still, the Doctor slipped the button free himself, which was followed by both sets of hands working in frenzied tandem to get both his trousers and pants down his legs as best they could — which was just about to his knees.
Rose reached between his legs and wrapped her hand around the warm, smooth skin of his shaft, then he swore again, moaning and dropping his mouth to hers. He lowered his hips as she continued to stroke him, reaching with her other hand to pull her knickers further to the side, not even caring about taking them off. She needed him desperately, no more interruptions.
She gently pressed him through her slit, teasing herself with the silken head of his cock. Bloody hell, he was so smooth against her; so much hotter than the rest of him, pressing tantalizing heat against her sex as she guided him up and down again and again. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her, and he must have felt the same, because the sounds he made now were every bit as eager and needy as hers. It only served to make Rose wetter for him, igniting a primal need that brought her just short of begging him to fuck her.
They moved together a few times, slickening him up. He was breathless, trembling above her, then she positioned him at her entrance, keeping him there to guide him as he pushed forward and into her.
“Fuck,” they gasped in unison, then his lips were back on hers. He kissed her as he buried himself deep, fitting her perfectly, then he broke away so they could both moan.
“Ooh...” He drew back and slid into her slowly. “Oh, Rose.”
She didn’t know how to form words, overcome with emotion and all-encompassing completeness beneath him, so she pulled him down mould her lips against his. He felt so good inside of her.
The Doctor started to make love to her right there on the bedding of their coffin, and did so exquisitely. The threat outside was long forgotten, replaced by their soft, tremulous sounds of pleasure, joined together in the dark.
“Oh, god,” Rose’s hands returned to his lower back, sliding down to his bum and pulling him closer with each delicious slide through her heat. “Don’t stop.”
He whispered her name as he slid a hand back beneath her to angle her pelvis, then his hips, making her cry out softly as he entered her with one exploratory thrust that was both hard and fast. The adjustment created the perfect pathway, which he followed eagerly, each thrust driving his cock straight into her g-spot as he entered her.
Over and over, he drove his hips into her, burying himself deep; panting and moaning above her as Rose spiraled into a procession of whimpers and curses and ragged, wavering moans. Tiny specks of blue burst through her vision in the dark as the Doctor fucked her hard and slow, nurturing that delicious heat as it pooled inside of her all over again.
It was difficult to believe what was happening to her, that the Time Lord would share himself with her like this, but the thought was fleeting as he brought his mouth to hers. “I’m yours,” he murmured through her parted lips, dipping his tongue inside to glance against hers before withdrawing slowly from her mouth. “So long, I’ve wanted this. Wanted you… Needed you… Oh, fuck, please tell me you’re close…”
“So close,” she insisted breathlessly. “Doctor…”
He brought a hand to her face and caressed her cheek with his fingertips, drifting across her eyebrows, her eyelids, then her mouth, and she realized with a skip of her heartbeat that he was trying to ‘see’ her, trying to paint a picture of what he looked like while he moved inside of her.
“Beautiful,” he rasped, kissing her before tracing her lips again. “Mine. Oh, Rose. Need… Please…”
His desperation meshed with the incredible feeling of him throbbing deep inside of her, and Rose came hard; her climax hitting her with a suddenness that made her entire body surge upwards against his. He gasped out her name as his body stiffened, then with a heavy, shuddering moan, he was coming apart above her, riding her through her orgasm as he joined her in release.
Their bodies shook as they slowed to a stop, kissing each other over and over, not an inch between them. They continued to exchange languishing kisses as they caught their breath, slowing until he finally broke away, resting his forehead against hers.
“Wow,” he gasped. “Oh, wow.”
“Yeah.” Rose laughed. “Wow.”
“Rose, that was unbelievable.” Another soft kiss. “You’re incredible.”
Her heart, still raw with emotion, did a flip in her chest. “Doctor…”
“Mm?”
“Are we alright?... You and me?”
Again, she could practically hear his face contort above her. “What do you mean?”
“After that, I just mean…”
He cut her off with a brief kiss, then he sighed. “Rose, I don’t know what that was for you, but as soon as I get you back to the TARDIS, we’re going straight to the Vortex so we can do that again. All day, preferably, with the lights on, so I can see every brilliant face you make.”
She blinked, not knowing why she was so shocked — only that she most definitely was. “Really?... You’re not, I don’t know, planning on running for the hills?”
He laughed properly at that, sliding back and out of her before carefully repositioning himself at her side. “What I said a moment ago wasn’t just… dirty talk.” He sought out her forehead in the dark, then traced his fingertips along her hairline and brushed a few loose strands away from her face. “I have actually wanted this, you know.”
Rose was incredulous, wishing she could look at him properly; wishing they had so much as a single Christmas light to be able to see each other in the darkness. It was killing her, not being able to make eye contact with him for any part of this. “But why didn’t you say anything?”
“Come off it with that. What could I have said? I’m not supposed to get up to these sorts of things. I don’t get up to them, thanks. Well… that is to say, I have, but I certainly haven’t in… Oh, longer than I can even remember. Certainly not in this body, nor the previous.”
The relief that flooded through her was almost embarrassing. Perhaps once or twice, a couple of incidents had led her to believe that he’d perhaps that wasn’t the case, but she trusted him completely, knowing he wouldn’t lie to her about something like that.
“We can talk about this in the morning, though. Hm?” He cupped her cheek and leaned forward, missing her lips again now that he was in a new position, having not memorized their location from her side. They both laughed lightly before he kissed her again, his lips resting perfectly over hers before he drew back. “Should probably get some rest. At this point, I’m certain I smell just as much like you as you do like me, so I’d rather not risk crossing that field tonight.”
“We’re just going to sleep here?” Rose grinned, certainly not hating the idea. “Grab a kip in a coffin?”
“Well. We’ve just grabbed a shag in a coffin, haven’t we? Where exactly is your line, Rose Tyler?”
They laughed together again, ending as he pulled her close and tucked her head beneath his chin. She snuggled up to him, happier than she ever thought possible.
After a little light pillow talk, they finally drifted off, arms glued around each other in the night.
x
Early in the morning, the Doctor jolted awake to the sound of a loud creaking sound, followed by the hearse shaking beneath the coffin.
It was light enough outside that the light shining through the cracks in the coffin dimly illuminated the space, and he looked down at Rose, who was looking back at him with wide eyes.
She had never looked more beautiful, and blimey; he wanted to tell her as much, wanted to show her, wanted to pin her down and fuck her all over again, but it seemed they had more pressing matters to attend to.
“What was that?” She asked quietly.
Outside the box, there was another voice.
“What? Is there someone in there? Hey, who’s in my hearse?!”
The Doctor held up a finger, then he turned his head as he pushed up slowly on the lid, peeking out. At what he saw, he cleared his throat. “Ah.”
Directly outside of the hearse, they’d managed to miss the elaborate photography setup about fifteen feet away. The roof of the hearse was also on hinges with a mechanism to prop it open, and clearly, they’d taken refuge inside the coffin that was intended for people to pose inside for a photo op.
“Who are you!?” a large, green-tinted Roonish man yelled from beside the vehicle, arms crossed. “What are you doing in there!”
The Doctor lowered the lid and looked down at Rose, who had her lip caught between her teeth. Her face was tinged pink as she smiled sheepishly.
“Erm, well. Rose, it would appear we’ve taken shelter in a Halloween photography setup.”
“What?!”
“There’s cameras and haystacks and lighting rigs outside, evidently.”
“Oh.” Her hand flew up to her forehead, and she looked like she was trying very, very hard not to laugh. He smiled.
“I’m calling the authorities!"
“No, no, no, no —” the Doctor pushed up the lid again, this time joined by Rose, who popped up at his side. “There’s really no need for that —”
The man’s jaw dropped when he saw that he wasn’t alone. “Wait… Wait! What were you doing in there? Get. Out. Of. My. Coffin!”
Rose waved a hand flippantly. “Sir, please at least let us get decent, for god’s sake.”
The pair disappeared back into the coffin, ignoring the angered babbling of the employee as he prattled on. They held back their laughter as best as they could; exchanging a few kisses as they got their clothing situation in order, pulling things up and buttoning them, and tucking things back into place.
It took a moment, but when they finally got out of the coffin and stepped dizzily out of the back of the hearse, there were already security guards waiting for them.
With just a touch of guilt, the Time Lord reached into the pocket of his suit jacket, which was still being worn by Rose, and retrieved his psychic paper, demonstrating that they had every right to be there, as they were testing the safety and durability of the coffin. It didn’t please the owner of the photo stand at all, but they were still allowed to leave, which they did hand-in-hand, running at full tilt for the TARDIS. He already had too much in store for their day, and jail didn’t factor into any of his plans.
The following evening, a brand new and far superior coffin appeared in the hearse with an apology letter neatly tucked inside.
The previous model was hauled away, stored deep in the TARDIS, awaiting what was destined to become a new and brilliant Halloween tradition… One they would be sure to enjoy in a far more private location next time.
#doctor who#tenth doctor#rose tyler#tenrose#fanfiction#dw fic#I know I should be posting new content but I’m overwhelmed#all of the new/updated things coming very very soon#tenrose smut#halloween#ten x rose
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only a few hours until 2024.
2023 is over. the year that was the best year of my life so far. and i have some people to thank for that:
to my friends, including those i’ve befriended this year, the people in the awesome SD discord server im in. i made great memories with you all, thank you so much. i can’t wait for what we’ll do in 2024. to all my followers. and i have to thank my therapist for helping me with stuff too.
i started posting on here more in 2023. i wrote a 13 Ghosts AU. got into Hades. got more comfortable with talking about my Asamad and Vincent hyperfixations a lot, occasionally talked about Eurydice, got into the Fear Street Trilogy, made my first video essays, and even my own discord server. joined the LGBTQ+ resource center at my college. and met a guy who loves Scooby just like me and im going on a date with him in January!
my mental health got better this year. 2022 was a terrible year for me and my mental health. (probably one of the worst years of my life) but this year it really improved. and i experienced some growth. (and still have to go through some more growth!) i’ve let go of some things that haunted me and kind of brushed myself off. and now im okay. but yeah i really needed this year
here’s to all the messages, jokes, conversations, follows, posts, and reblogs. to clarinet solo saturday, wendy airs wednesday, and feeling fred sunday. i love you all and i hope you all have an amazing 2024. happy new year.
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Monster Month for Amphibia?
I give no promises but like I've done a Lumity monster week back in 2022, I just like doing monster girl stories. Or stories with monsters in general. I floated the idea of being given ideas a little bit ago to my Discord but thought I'd ask here now: Any monster/character combinations you'd like to see me do something with? Some thoughts I've considered over the couple days I've considered it:
Marcy as a ghost: Anne and Sasha, challenging each other to be brave, find a haunted house and have to deal with a ghost whispering in their ears until finally they scream at the ghost to just kill them, at which point Marcy shows up to explain that she's not that sort of ghost. She was just trying to tell them neat things, answer their questions and warn them about the faulty parts of the house. She's just kind of shy, especially because they're both so pretty.
Werewolf Sasha: Starting with Sasha gaining the werewolf curse, she faces potentially the ultimate sacrifice of her control as she has to face being powerless against the curse. Worse yet, Anne, the one she always thought her second in command, is now pushing back against her. Info from Marcy though helps her start seeing the joy of the egghead's gushing. Ends with the girls helping Sasha find peace with her wolf side by not pushing her away when Grime shows them her in her full wolf form.
Fr-Anne-kenstein: This is admittedly mostly a Marcy story despite the name. Marcy is a starving artist and researcher, pushed to desperation as she steals for food, then for laboratory pieces and then bodies for her anatomy research. With how everyone treats her though, it pushes her to make a friend. When she sees Anne's innocent eyes, the most beautiful things she's ever seen, she runs off, believing herself unworthy of ANYONE, let alone that. She had hoped them being a monster would make it okay but it does not. Anne sees the effort in making a party for her Marcy put together and after talking to Marcy who put herself in a grave, they decide to both give Marcy a chance. Possibly ends with Sasha getting made as a joke towards the Bride of Frankenstein.
Also, yes I know Frankenstein is the scientist but Anne as a scientist... I guess KIND OF happens eventually but mostly no. XD
Maddie the Witch: This one is a fun one for me meta wise as well as concept just because the idea is to actually use the frogs in a human AU like the Halloween Amphibia episode. Maddie has a problem. Sprig is a ball of sunshine who doesn't seem to live horror, creepy things, etc. like that. Even at 11 years old, Halloween to him is more about Trick or Treating than spooky costumes and movies. This is the boy Maddie, lady of the occult and master witch, has fallen for and is TERRIFIED of just being rejected outright if he knows the truth. Maybe if she wears her witch garb while they go door to door for candy, she can feel things out with him, even if she's surprised he was even willing to have her go out with him for this.
Like I said: I REALLY like me monster stuff, possibly because I like playing with their unique traits, the fear of being other, how they can contrast against humanity, etc. Hell, this actually wouldn't be the first time I've done this sort of thing for Amphibia since I did a one off for Cutetanuki's werewolf AU a good long while ago now. Three if you count when I had Marcy create a sculpted Sasha and when I made Marcy a clockwork creation (which I would like to still get back to someday).
But yeah, consider this an open call for concepts, monsters, etc. to play around with so I can try to use October as an excuse to tell myself to breathe and play around with that which lurks in the dark.
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Who: Nicole Peterson & @rickyxthompson with @mattswheeler & appearance by @galexpeterson
Location: Halloween Bash, a street on Primrose Heights
Date: October 27th, 2023
Summary: Nicole, Ricky, & Matt try to enjoy the Halloween Bash when Nicole goes into labor
Notes: This was written on Discord. Jennie is in italics and normal was written by Kayla.
Triggers: Pregnancy, labor, birth
Halloween was always a favorite of Nicole's and she loved the event that happened at the country club. Maybe it was because her birthday was around then, but whatever it was, she loved it. So of course she had Ricky take her out so they can see it. Never mind that she was cramping all day. She had been for days, actually. Braxton Hicks kept coming and going, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from having fun. She wanted to see it all and if she could, maybe go through the haunted house. "We should've dressed up. Get our names in the costume contest." She said as they parked and she rounded the car to take Ricky's hand. "I could've gone as Juno or something."
Ricky wasn't really sure about going to the event with how Nicole had been feeling. They had a little while before the due date and now that Ricky was living at home again he wanted them to do things together. However it worried him that she was having cramps and the festival was not close to the hospital. "You could have," he agreed taking her hand. "I still don't know what to dress up as, if I do. I might just dig through my old costumes and see what I can find." He told her as they headed to the entrance glancing at his phone to read a text "Matt said he's heading over he just had to close up shop. He might even be here already." he told her.
She smiled as they interlocked hands. She was happy they were like this right now. Things had been so emotional over the last several months, but they were trying hard and she wanted this with him more than anything. "Come on, we should do something. It's our first Halloween as a couple. Last year we were just playing video games online together." She laughed as they walked inside and looked around. "Perfect. Maybe he'll dress up with me." She nudged Ricky. "He hanging with us then instead of Logan? Or is he gonna show up?"
He furrowed his brow when she mentioned them meeting online. "Was that back then?" He couldn't believe it had been a year and so much had happened. He shrugged. "We could wear the same costumes we wore for the LARPing thing Brady put on. You made a pretty cute princess." He said. "Besides, its not like we're doing any wild parties this year. Maybe just handing out candy. We always get a lot of kids on our street." He told her as they went inside and started to check out the festival. "I guess so. She might be here too. They've been hanging out a lot, huh? She better not steal our Matt from us." He joked. "So, anything special you wanna do first? I would maybe avoid the scary stuff. The last thing we need is your water breaking while we're here." He chuckled a little.
She nodded. "A year ago. And look at us now." She honestly wouldn't have believed it if someone told her that this is where she would be. It was crazy, but she was happy. "We could. I have to say, I loved your costume." She squeezed his hand before stopping and listening to him as he talked. "Wow. You realize how domestic that sounded? We're going to dress up to sit and hand out candy to the neighborhood kids." It was wild, but cute all the same. "Hey, more power to her if she does. He deserves happiness." Nicole's face scrunched up and she rolled her eyes. "I was going to say food first, but now I wanna do the haunted house. I can handle the scary stuff." Maybe not as a kid when it gave her an asthma attack, but she could do it now. "Maybe definitely food first."
"Yep. It's just been a string of craziness." He said in a light tone but felt like it had been a lot. He had got out of jail, started a relationship, relapsed and was about to be a father. With how badly things had gone at the halfway house he knew that leaving was the right choice but he was worried about what he was going to do now if he couldn't handle it. He chuckled. "Yeah. Usually my mom was the one who handed out candy. Or if she was working she'd ask me to do it and I'd just put the bowl outside and sit in the basement gaming or whatever." he admitted and nodded when she mentioned Logan and Matt. "Yeah, I know. I want him to be happy too." he assured her. He really did hope his friend found love and could heal from what he had been through. "Well okay, if you're sure. But yes, food first." He agreed.
"It really has." She knew it hadn't been the easiest year for either of them, but they were getting through it together and that's what was important. It was hard to figure it all out, but they were doing it, even if they were struggling here and there. She was just happy to have him around more; even if she hated that things didn't go well for him at the halfway house. "Well, now it's up to us unless you wanna clean up after someone throws toilet paper around the house." She said and nodded. "I know you do." She rubbed his hand. "I should be fine. We have like a week before my due date." Which was definitely cutting it close, so maybe she should be more careful, but she loved a good haunted house. Speaking of, she felt a cramp coming on and she squeezed his hand as she stood there for a moment and touched her bump. "Just second." She said and took a deep breath before it passed and she sighed. "These Braxton Hicks are annoying."
"Unless I make Matt do it," he teased. He nodded. "Yeah. Its fine I'm sure." He said although he wasn't completely convinced. He stopped when she did, becoming worried. "What's wrong?" He watched her and something was telling him that something wasn't right. "Look, maybe we should go home. We could go through a drive thru and just relax tonight. I just. I'd feel better if we were closer to town." he said.
She laughed. "And what would we do? Go play video games?" She teased him a little. She breathed and looked up at him, touching his cheek. She knew he was worried, but she didn't want her having some normal cramps to ruin their fun. "I'm okay. It was nothing. I want to enjoy this with you. If it continues, I promise we can go, but just one is nothing. It's all okay." Nicole tried to assure him and smiled. "We worry too much. We need to have fun."
"Yeah, we could." he said smiling a little at the thought. He quickly became worried however. He knew she had been having cramps on and off but with how close they were to the due date, it scared him every time. "Are you sure?" he asked. He wanted them to be prepared when the time came, so they could get into the hospital with no issues. He still worried despite her saying it was nothing but he also wanted them to have a good time. He knew he had put Nicole through a lot these past several months and he wasn't about to ruin something else for them. "Yeah, well we haven't had the best of luck with these events." he muttered, referring to the two that had ended in disaster even though neither of them had attended. It seemed something always went wrong. He nodded when she promised they'd leave if it got worse trying to believe her that everything was fine. "Okay. Well, lets sit down for a while. I'll text Matt and see where he's at." he said leading them to an empty picnic table near the food trucks.
"That's fair." She laughed and rubbed his hand. "I'm positive. It's okay. We're going to have fun. We'll call this our last hoorah before the baby comes." She tried to tell him before nodding and smiled. "It won't be like that. This one is going to be perfect. We'll play games, win a prize, and by the end of the night, we'll be smiling and coming off a sugar high, okay?" She tried to tell him. "You don't have to worry." She said before nodding and moving towards one of the tables. She sat down and sighed as her back ached. As they sat, she felt another cramp sneak up on her and she rubbed her stomach while trying no to let Ricky know so she forced himself not to react as much as possible. When she spotted Matt, she pointed at him and smiled. "There he is." She said as he joined. "Sorry. I wasn't gonna, um, come."
Ricky smiled a little and nodded. "I guess we better start by finding some mini donuts or candied apples or something." He rubbed her stomach as well. "Maybe we could go on the haunted hay ride or something after? We'll just tell them to drive slow." He became distracted when he looked up and saw Matt and waved. "We're just glad you made it." he said. "We were just discussing what we should get to eat."
She nodded. "We better. You have two people who is craving a lot of sweets right now." She said before nodding. "Yes. I'd love that. And please, those things are slow enough as it is." She laughed, thankful the cramps ended once Matt appeared. "Definitely happy." Nicole agreed with Ricky with a smile. "Thanks." Matt said and shook his head. "Food please." She begged and pouted at Ricky. "Fries? And donuts?"
"Sure, blame the baby." he teased her and grinned. "I'll be sure to get some extra Halloween candy for you so there's some for the trick or treaters." He assured her. "They are, but they're bumpy. We don't want anything falling out, you know?" He started to stand. "Alright, alright. You know I'm not going to scorn you if you want to eat chicken nuggets or something in front of me." he told her as Ricky had been vegetarian for a few months now.
"You're right. It's all me wanting the sweets." She grinned at him and nodded. "Smart man." She laughed and made a face. "Please. If anything falls out, it might be you from me pushing you off." She teased him as she nudged him a little bit. "Oh, I know, but right now I want fries." She said with a pout before smiling. "We'll wait here." She said and rubbed her bump while the boys went off and got food; just in time too for her stomach to tense up. She took a deep breath and rubbed her stomach. "Listen, baby. I know it sounds like fun out here right now, but please stay put for Mommy. She just wants to enjoy this night with your daddy, okay?" She said and swallowed she rode out the pain.
He frowned pretending to be offended. "You wouldn't dare." he said before kissing her cheek. He went with Matt and ordered their food. When it finally came he returned to the table he noticed Nicole was in pain again. He set the food down. "Are you sure you're okay?" he said becoming concerned again.
"We'll see about that." She grinned at him. She was so happy that they weren't acting how they had been the last several weeks. This was all she wanted and she was glad to be with him. Nicole looked up when she heard them and smiled as she nodded. "Yeah. He's just decided my ribs are his play thing tonight." She lied, not wanting him to worry about this. It'd pass. "Fries." She said and she grabbed the container of them before starting to eat. "What's going on? Have you been having contractions?" Matt asked as he sat down and she shook her head. "Just cramps, its fine."
"Because we're adults now." He told Matt teasingly. He handed Nicole the fries when they came back but couldn't shake the feeling it was something more than cramps. He wished he could stop worrying and reassure himself that this was normal. Maybe because they were on high alert with it being close to the due date. "Yeah, a lot of them today." Ricky said when he heard her tell Matt they were just cramps. "Maybe we should go to the doctor tomorrow." he suggested as he sat down next to her to eat.
Nicole ate her fries before a sigh came from her lips and she looked around for a moment. "It's not a lot. A few times. It's been happening on and off for a few days. It's normal." She tried to assure him. "We can if you want to, but can we enjoy tonight?" She asked and wrapped her arm around his. "Please?"
Ricky looked at Nicole. "But more than before." he argued. Again he tried to push his fears from his mind for her. "I am enjoying it." he tried to assure her, and he was. Or would have been, if he wasn't worried. He was glad they could spend time together without a curfew to worry about like when he was in the halfway house.
She smiled and rubbed Ricky's arm. "It's just my body preparing. It's okay." Nicole smiled up at him. "Hayride then? After this?" She asked and looked into his eyes. She wanted to distract him from al this and maybe the hayride would help. She sat up and ate more of her fries. "And then maybe the haunted house?"
"But that means it could happen soon, doesn't it?" He looked at her with worried eyes. He wasn't a doctor obviously but he wouldn't be surprised if the baby came a few days earlier than they were expecting. Hopefully not tonight. He nodded. "Okay. We can do that, yeah. But need don't need to stay long. I don't really care about the fireworks." he admitted, considering what happened in July. He finished eating and started to gather their garbage up.
She nodded. "It does, but I'm due in a almost a week. It's expected." Nicole pointed out before nodding. "Okay. We'll go after a while. I don't think they're having fireworks here though. Too many people still spooked from them." She gave him a reassurance. "Besides, fireworks and Halloween don't mix." She finished her fries and helped get the garbage for standing up slowly.
He sighed, deciding not to argue about it although he couldn't settle his fear. "That doesn't stop people from setting them off." he said when she said there would be no fireworks, but he was relieved. Ricky felt bad for his comment to Matt and put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Come on, man." he said not wanting to bring down his mood. "Hey, don't tell Nicole, but you're my real date, and she's the third wheel." he joked hoping to lighten the mood as they headed towards the carriage.
"I know." She said, but hoping no one would. It wasn't usually done anyways that time of year. She listened as they walked towards the hayrides and rolled her eyes. "I heard that." She nudged him, but Matt laughed. "I knew it." He teased as they got to the ride. "Help me up." Nicole said and stuck her hand to Ricky. Matt hopped up first and held his hand out to help as well before they were all in the ride and it started to move. She rubbed her bump as they moved and sighed as another cramp came over her and she shifted in her seat.
"You heard nothing." He teased his girlfriend. He grabbed her other hand as Matt helped her up and they sat on the side of the carriage while a few more people got on. He put his arm around Nicole as they started to move. "Hold on. There's no seat belts." he said even though he knew they wouldn't be going fast, he still worried about her.
She leaned against him as they started moving and nodded. "Sure I didn't." She teased. They went down the dark path before a figure ran out of the woods scream, causing her to jump. "Jesus."
"Man, look at that guy." he added nodding towards a man walking around in an inflatable baby costume near by. He jumped a little when the person screamed and laughed rubbing her back. "You okay? I feel like I should be streaming this for your followers." he teased as the carriage went on through the woods.
"That's just weird." Nicole laughed. She settled back in the carriage and nodded. "I'm okay. And I'm sure they'd love that." She smiled and swallowed as they hit a bump and it made her wince a little. She was feeling more and more uncomfortable by the minute. She released a breath as some guy with a chainsaw started chasing the ride and she held onto Ricky's hand tight; a bigger cramp striking her then as well and she groaned; but it was hidden by the sounds of the chainsaw.
"Probably. They like seeing you get scared." he laughed. He was too distracted by the ride to notice that Nicole was in pain but felt her squeeze his hand tighter. He tried to laugh it off. "It's okay, it's not real." he assured her. They went a little further down the path and he flinched when a woman in a tattered dress lunged at them from behind a tree. "Are you sure you can handle the haunted house after this?" he asked Nicole.
"They do. There's a reason the scary games are more popular." Nicole let out a breath and nodded as she released the grip on Ricky's hand, only to jump as well as a woman ran out form behind the tree. This whole thing was starting to feel like a bad idea, but she didn't want him to know. "Y-Yeah. I'll be fine." She said and smiled at him. After going through a some teens singing Ring Around the Roses in a creepy tone and two people in a pigs mask along with another pain going through her, they were finally at the end and she released a sigh of relief. She waited until the others got off before she moved and took Ricky's hand so he could help her down. "You know, maybe we should..." She stopped as she got to the ground and she felt her water break. She touched her stomach and looked up at Ricky. "We should, um, go to the hospital."
"Because you look so cute when you get scared of silly things." Ricky teased her giving a nudge. As they continued on down the path and endured more scares, Ricky couldn't help but notice that somethjng felt off with Nicole when she wasn't really screaming or laughing like everyone else did and became more worried. Finally, the ride came to an end and he took her hands as she stepped off the ride. "Well, that was not too bad was it?" he asked. His eyes widened and his heart dropped suddenly. "What?" he saw that her pants were soaked. "Oh, shit..." He could feel his heart racing already as he turned around quickly looking for Matt, and seeing other people coming off the carriage. "Matt!" he yelled when he saw him. "We gotta go. We gotta go now."
"They're not silly." She shook her head. Nicole watched as he looked at her and nodded before looking back for Matt, who was hopping off the carriage. "What? Why? All we've done is the..." He looked at them and noticed Nicole's pants and back up at her. "Shit." He said before nodding. "Okay, okay. We got this. Who parked closer? I can run and get the car and meet you out front?" He said and his mind started racing. "We parked close, didn't we?" She asked Ricky and took a deep breath to calm herself down.
Ricky took a breath trying to stay calm but it wasn't easy. He could barely even think straight or answer Matt's question. He ran his hand through his hair and looked around nervously for the quickest route to the parking lot. "Um..yeah." he nodded quickly. "Let's take my car." he said and put his arm around Nicole. "Be careful. Don't go too fast. Matt, you go ahead of us and try and clear the way." he said knowing it was crowded, and it was going to be hard to get out.
She took a deep breath and held onto Ricky. "I'm okay." She tried to tell him while she watched Matt move ahead of them. "We'll have to go inside and through the crowd. Going around the place will take forever." She said and gripped his hand as what she knew now was a contraction came over her. "Fuck." She squeezed her eyes shut. "What if we don't make it?"
Ricky swallowed as he tried to help her walk. He nodded when she said they'd have to go through the crowd to the parking lot. He stopped when she had another contraction. "Oh, fuck.." he pressed his hand against his head trying to keep it together. "We will. We have to make it." He said as he tried to keep following Matt. "We could call an ambulance but...I dont know. It would take just as long to get here." He tried to reason.
She took a deep breath as it passed and she started following slowly behind while Matt went and she tried harder to just breathe. This is what she got for trying those quick labor things she had seen. "And then back." She said and nodded as the started going up the stairs and through the crowd. She prayed another contraction wouldn't come, but as they got close to the door, she felt the baby move lower and her stomach tensed. "Ugh." She stopped and held onto the wall for a moment.
He nodded. "Right.. we have to go there ourselves." He felt like they were way over their heads but it was their only option. He stopped when he saw she was having another contraction. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't believe this was happening right now, and here of all places. He took her hand. "Come on, we're almost there. Its not much farther, okay?" He tried to assure her placing his hands on her cheeks. He knew he wouldn't be able to carry her safely so he needed her to keep trying. As they went towards the door there were a lot of people coming in but he held onto her and kept moving around them.
She nodded. It was the better option than just waiting for the ambulance and then driving the same distance anyways. She sighed as he urged her to move and she nodded before taking a deep breath and held his hand as they kept going towards the parking lot. It was hard getting through all the people, but they were finally on the porch and started going down the stairs. Luckily, Matt had pulled up in their car and she gripped the handle of the backseat as another contraction hit her. "They're not stopping." She cried as she leaned against the car.
"There's the car." He said feeling relieved to see Matt. He was very glad that his best friend was there because he was not calm, his hands were shaking and there was no way Ricky could drive. Ricky watched another contraction come feeling even more panicked. He opened the back door of the car. "It'll be okay," he tried to assure her. He got in next to her. "We have to hurry, man." He told Matt.
She carefully got into the back seat and held her stomach while Ricky got in. She let out a breath while Matt started to drive, but was going slow as people were everywhere going in and out of the place. "Oh, my god." She groaned and leaned her head back against the seat. "Honk at them." She begged and Matt nodded before starting to honk trying to get people to move and they did to a point. "I'm sorry I made us come here." She told Ricky. "I should've listened to you."
"Jesus Christ, move!" Ricky yelled at the other drivers even though they couldn't hear them. He knew they needed to get to the hospital soon but it seemed like everything was making it impossible. This felt like a bad dream. He was on the verge of tears from all the frustration and fear that something bad could happen to Nicole or their son. He shook his head and took her hand. "Don't worry about that now, okay? Just focus on keeping that baby in." He said and let out a sigh when he saw a clear path to the exit open up. "Oh, thank god.."
"I'm trying." She said and squeezed his hand. She felt the car move faster as an opening came and Matt pulled out of the parking lot. She took a deep breath and let out short breaths as a another contraction came and tears filled her eyes. She could feel her son moving further down and she groaned against the seat. "He's moving more. I don't think we're going to make it."
Ricky squeezed back. "Its gonna be okay. We'll get there soon." He tried to assure her but grew more worried when she said the baby was moving. He rubbed her stomach not really knowing what else to do. "Come on, Matt. What the hell is taking so long?" He cried out as the stress was getting to him.
She kept taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly as they moved through town. They were still in Primrose Heights and had to make it all the way to Maple Hills where the hospital was and they kept hitting stop lights. "I'm trying my best! There's just so many reds and people driving everywhere." Matt called back. He was feeling stressed as well about the whole thing, but kept going as quick but as safe as he could too. As she breathed and another contraction hit her, she shook her head and lifted her hips a little. "I need these off of me." Nicole started pushing down her pants. "Get them off."
Ricky knew that freaking out was not going to help the situation but it was hard for him to stay calm when Matt said the traffic was bad, which meant it was going to take longer. His eyes widened when Nicole said she needed her pants off and he realized that they may not make it. "What? Oh my god..Oh fuck!" he tried helping her get them off and started hitting the back of Matt's seat to get his attention. "Pull over, man! Pull over and call 911!" he was practically screaming at him.
"Off please." She said with a begging voice and kept trying to push her pants down while kicking off her shoes. "What?" Matt asked and looked back before his eyes widened. "Fuck." He said and he got over as best as he could before putting off into a empty parking lot at the park. Matt got his phone out and he started dialing 911. "I need to push I think. God... It's so much pressure. Get everything off please." Nicole begged Ricky as she felt another contraction and her son move lower.
Ricky helped her get her pants and underwear off as Matt pulled over to the side of the road. He laid Nicole down across the seat and got out to give her more room. "Fuck me, man....I don't know what to do.." he muttered to himself as his hands shook. "No, don't push! No pushing. You have to try and keep it in until they get here, Nicole, please!" he shouted at in his panicked state. "Matt, tell them to hurry! We need them here like now!"
She sat up a little bit and groaned. "You try not pushing something forcing it's way out of you!" She yelled back and laid her head back and she breathed. She could hear Matt talking to 911 and telling them what was going on and she let out a breath. "You have to look. Do you see anything? I can feel him down there, but can you see it?"
"You have to try, okay? I can't do this..." His voice broke as he could feel his heart thudding in his chest. He didn't feel like he should be the one to deliver his baby when he had no idea what he was doing and something could go wrong. He didn't want to look but he did. "There's...there's water coming out and...I see something. I don't know..fuck!" He knew that he was probably seeing a small bit of the baby's head and quickly took off his jacket laying it on the seat in case the baby came out. "Shit...what do I do? Matt, tell them to fucking hurry! It's coming out... ask them what to do!" he told his friend with desperation.
Her heart ached when he said he couldn't do this and she moved to touch his cheek. "I believe in you, okay? I can't hold him in so you can do this. We're gonna meet our son." She said softly and she groaned as she pushed a little while Ricky yelled. She released a breath and she handed him her bag. "Get the hand sanitizer in there. If he comes out before they get here, we're gonna need something to wrap him in and he'll need to go on my chest quickly." She said, going through her list in her head from the thousands of videos she had seen lately on labor and delivery.. "They're on their way. They want to know what you see and to just try to stay calm." Matt said from up front. She let out a cry as she started pushing again and steadied herself on her elbows. "Oh my god..."
Tears filled his eyes and Ricky nodded when she said she believed in him. He grabbed the hand sanitizer and used a lot of it to rub into his hands trying to mentally calm himself so that he could do this. "I think I have a blanket in the trunk, hold on." He moved quickly to the back of his car where he kept some emergency things and grabbed the blanket before he came back and knelt on the pavement by the door. He took a breath and held apart her knees. "I see part of the head. I'm pretty sure...there's hair. It's starting to come out. How much longer are they going to be?" He asked Matt.
She nodded and took a deep breath while she waited for him to come back with a blanket. She couldn't believe this was happening like this, but of course it was. When was anything going to plan during events? Or even in their relationship? Once he came back, she listened to him and tears ran down her cheeks and swallowed. "They're still about ten minutes out. The traffic is bad coming and going to the country club." Matt said. "I gotta push again." Nicole said as a contraction came and she start pushing harder than before. She could feel it burning and she let out a small scream as she continued to push; letting out a gasp as she felt the head leave her body. "Oh, my god. Oh, my god." She gasped out and leaned her head back.
They couldn't have been less prepared for this. Ricky had a feeling the baby was going to come soon, but he didn't think it would be this soon. He had a bad feeling about going to the event but nothing could have prepared him to deliver his son in his car on the side of ther road. His heart felt like it was inside his throat as Nicole screamed and he saw more of the baby's head coming out, plus more fluid and more blood. He felt like he could hardly breathe, but he tried to keep calm. He remembered when he helped the horse being born when he was in rehab and how quickly it happened. He told himself that he could do this and took a breath. "No, don't, you could tear and bleed out.." He tried to tell her but he could tell it was already happening. He had to do his best to help guide their baby out. He held his breath as more of the head appeared. "The head is out...like the whole head." He said and waited for more of the baby to come. He knew next the baby's shoulder should come but he wasn't seeing it "I-I think he's stuck....shit. Babe, you need to push again."
She listened to him and took a deep breath as she tried not to push, but it was so hard. However, their son's head came out and she had a tear run down her cheeks while Ricky told her the head was out. "The cord isn't there, right? I don't wanna hurt him." She wanted to make sure, but fear started building in her when Ricky said he thought the baby was stuck. She knew she needed to do this and once she was sure the cord wasn't around her son's neck, she took a deep breath, widened her legs more, and pushed harder; letting out a louder scream as she tried to get her son unstuck.
Ricky was sure he was running on pure adrenaline. He couldn't even fully process that he was seeing his son's tiny face for the first time. "I...I don't know. I don't think so." Ricky couldn't see anything but he knew it was still possible something was wrong. He carefully gripped the baby with one hand under the head and pulled while Nicole pushed again. He finally saw the baby's shoulder and guided more of him out with his other hand. "He's almost there, Nicole. I see him." Tears were running down his cheeks. He didn't want to pull him out and cause any damage. "One more push, you can do it." He looked up at her.
Tears ran down her face as Ricky said he was almost there. Their son was almost there. She felt exhausted and in so much pain, but she wanted to see her son so desperately and she couldn't believe this was all happening. She barely heard Matt's voice anymore as he talked to the 911 operator. Nicole was only focused on her boyfriend and getting her son out. She nodded and took a deep breath before pushing again, feeling the baby slide out and finally he was born. She was a mother.
He held his breath waiting knowing they didn't have much time to get the baby out safely and he didn't even hear sirens which meant the ambulance wasn't close. He could see the baby's top half and when Nicole pushed the rest of his body slid out. He felt his heart racing as he held his son. He sat down on the ground pulling the baby close to his chest. He couldnt speak or move. He could hardly believe what had just happened, until it occurred to him that he wasn't crying. He didn't think he could panic any more than he already had in the past hour but the thought of their son not coming home with them was too much. He turned the baby over in his arms looking at his face. "Matt…he's not breathing!" he yelled to his friend so that he could tell the dispatchers. He knew he had to try something and he grabbed the blanket. He turned the baby face down in his arms carefully and started rubbing his son's chest and back vigorously. "Oh God, please…" he prayed as he ignored his tears, and finally he heard him take a breathe and the sound of his cries. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief and quickly wrapped the baby in the blanket. He held him for a moment feeling so many emotions at once. "He's okay…" Ricky was breathing deeply. When he stood from the ground however, he felt like the blood was draining from his head at once. He knew he had to give the baby to Nicole. He moved into the car to hand the baby to her. He couldnt take the time to enjoy their first moment with his son because he feel himself fading fast. He tumbled backwards as everything went black very quickly.
Nicole relaxed back against the seat and took a deep breath. She couldn't believe she had just given birth in the back of the car, but she did. However, she wasn't hearing anything. No cries. She sat up as she heard Ricky and she started to panic. "Rub his chest." She said and reached for him. "I can do it." But Ricky already was and in the distance, she could heard the sirens. Finally, their son started crying and she laughed while Ricky wrapped him and brought him close when she was given her son. She moved the blanket a little carefully and moved her shirt so the boy could get some skin to skin contact to keep his heat with the blanket as well. "Hi, baby. My sweet baby boy." She said as he cried and looked up to see Ricky fall. "Ricky! Matt, help!" She said and watched Matt get out of the car to help his friend while the ambulance and police showed up.
When Ricky started to come to, he could hear voices around him. He was still confused and his head was hurting a bit. He opened his eyes and waited for them to adjust when he realized someone was speaking to him. He gathered from their uniform that they were a paramedic. He was still on the ground, but someone had put something under his head. "Where's Nicole?" he lifted his head and saw that his girlfriend had been moved to a stretcher. "Is she okay? Is the baby okay?" he looked into the face of the paramedic who nodded. "She's fine and so is your son. You did an amazing job, you just passed out for a few minutes. It happens." The paramedic asked him a few questions, ensuring he was okay and then helped Ricky slowly sit up. When he felt like he could regain his balance enough he stood and went to Nicole seeing she was still holding Link. "Are you okay?"
Everything happened so fast. The paramedics went to Ricky and her brother's face appeared. She continued holding Link close to her and Gale along with aonther paramedic helped her onto a stretcher. "Is Ricky okay?" She asked and the paramedic nodded. "He'll be fine. Just passed out, but should be awake any moment." They said and she nodded as she was brought into the ambulance and was checked out. She explained what had happened and the paramedic went to check Ricky and Gale went to talk to the other police. She held Link close and rubbed his back through the blanket and smiled as Ricky appeared. "Hey. Yeah, we're perfect." She assured him and gestured for him to get in the back with her. "How are you? Are you okay?"
He stepped into the ambulance after a paramedic had handed him some water and made sure he was not going to pass out again. He nodded. "I'm fine, yeah. I just got a little light-headed." he explained. It was probably a shock to his system with everything happening so fast. He put his hand on her cheek. "I'm glad you guys are okay." He looked down at their son feeling relieved to see him safe and warm in her arms. It still felt unreal that he was here with them. "That was...intense." he chuckled. "Like, I wouldn't even believe this happened if I wasn't here. We might end up in the paper or the news." He joked and let out a breath, taking her hand. "But he's here. We have our baby." He smiled and kissed her lips before the paramedics got in and said they would be taking them to the hospital. Before they closed the ambulance doors , Ricky saw Matt near the car. "Matt, we'll meet you there." he said since his friend had his car.
She smiled and nodded. "Well, you lucked out and missed the after birth, but I figured you wouldn't mind that part of cutting the cord." She teased him and stared into his eyes. "Are you sure you're okay?" Nicole asked again before nodding once more. "We are definitely okay." Her eyes went down to their son and back up to him. "God, at least the picture would be us at the hospital and not in the middle of it all." She squeezed his hand and kissed him back. "We do. We have our son." She looked out and smiled at Matt before back at Ricky as the doors closed and they headed to the hospital. "Gale was the officer on seen. I didn't get to tell him about the name yet. I'm think we should add Matt's name to it. Seeing as he helped." She rubbed his hand. "But you... you did amazing. You helped our son enter the world."
"I probably didn't need to see that. I might have passed out again." he chuckled and nodding. "Yeah. Dont worry about me. And at least I'd be in the paper for something other than an arrest." He said lightly. He sat in the seat next to her as they started to move towards the hospital and kept his hand on hers. "He was?" He raised his brows when she said Gale was there and nodded. "Yeah. We put poor Matt through a lot. But if he wasn't there I dont know what we'd do." He was very grateful for Matt being with them to drive and call 911. He nodded again. "How about both? He could be Lincoln Gale Matthew Thompson." He said and rubbed her hand. "You did incredible. You had a baby on the side of the road." He smiled and touched the baby's head. "It was amazing. Like the most wild thing I've ever done. And then I was so scared when he wasn't making any noise. I thought..." he swallowed starting to tear up. "But he did, and..it was amazing."
She laughed and nodded. "Probably." Nicole touched his cheek softly for a moment and brought her hand back to his. "I just wanna make sure you weren't hurt." She was scared after she watched him fall back and worried he hit his head, but he looked okay. Both of her boys were okay. "Yeah. He helped get me onto the stretcher." She said and smiled at him. "We really do. I love both. Our little Lincoln Gale Matthew Thompson." Her eyes went to her son who nestled close to her. "He didn't leave me much choice." She laughed a little before nodding and squeezed his hand. "It was. The whole thing was crazy, but amazing." She leaned in and kissed him softly. "I love you so much, Ricky."
He nodded giving her hand a squeeze. "I'm fine. You're the one who just pushed a whole ass person out of you." He smiled and kissed her head. "Are you in pain or anything? We can get them to give you something." He looked down at their son still finding it hard to believe he was here. "It all happened so quickly." he agreed. He watched as they pulled up to the hospital and he let go of Nicole's hand when they loaded her out of the ambulance. When they reached the ER he watched nervously as they took Nicole and his son to a secluded area to be checked out. He sat down and waited.
She laughed a little. "He gave me no choice in the matter." Nicole said and grinned as he kissed her head. "I'm okay. It just feels weird sort of. A little crampy." She ran a finger over her son's cheeks. "I know. I should've listened to you about going when we got to the bash, but I didn't think this would happen." She held onto Link as they were taken off the ambulance and then taken to get checked out. A doctor took the baby away to get cleaned and she was checked out by one. After a bit and Nicole getting cleaned up, they were brought to a private room and both healthy as could be. A nurse went to go get Ricky while another helped her feed Link for the first time. While it felt weird, she smiled as he took on quick and she was feeling him by the time Ricky came in. "Look, he's feeding."
He shook his head and touched her shoulder. "It's okay. I don't know if we would have made it there from home either." He chuckled softly. When they were examining Link and Nicole, a doctor came to ask Ricky some questions about the birth and about his fall. He saw Matt finally arrive and he waited outside the room talking with him for a bit before a nurse came and told Ricky they had moved Nicole to a private room for the night. "Would you mind getting our overnight bags? They're in the car." Ricky asked Matt. He took the elevator up to the room he had been told and found Nicole feeding Link. "I bet he's hungry after all that." Ricky said looking at the baby. "I sent Matt to get our stuff." He explained. "I guess maybe I should text my mom." He reached for his phone.
Nicole smiled up at him. "He's definitely happily taking it." She smiled and watched her son as he ate before nodding. "Okay. He doing okay? It was quite the adventure." She laughed before nodding. "I wonder if Gale has told mine. I think my phone is still in the car. Can you see if Matt will grab it?" She asked. "Also, is it okay if maybe no visitors for the night? They can see us tomorrow. Except Matt and Gale, I think. They already saw him. Besides, the doctor said if everything goes well, we'll be released in the afternoon. I just want him to bond with us."
Ricky nodded. "I think so. And yeah, I'll text him." He sent a text to Matt and nodded again. "Yeah. Its getting late and I'm beat. As much I'm sure my mom will be here first thing in the morning." He chuckled and sent a quick text to her and then Renee. He put his phone away and sat on the edge of the bed. "When he's done eating can I hold him?" He asked as he hadn't had much of a chance to before he fainted.
"Thank you." She said with a smile and nodded. "You and me both. I can tell the nurses too. I'm sure my family will try coming down." She looked up at Ricky and nodded. "Of course." Not long after, he was done and she burped him carefully before passing him to Ricky. Her heart swelled as she saw him with their son and she grinned. "You look so good with him." After a moment, a nurse came in with the stuff Matt dropped off and Nicole talked to her about no visitors and then she took her phone and took a picture of Ricky with their son, sending it to her family to tell them.
"I bet you are." He smiled softly. "My mom will for sure try to be the first one. She's got competition now." He said referring to Nicole's parents. He took the baby from her carefully and stood to gently bounce with him in his arms when he fussed a little. "Look at him. He's beautiful." He felt tears come to his eyes as he really looked at him for the first time since he came out. He thought to himself that no matter where he was in his recovery, from this moment on, he could never give up trying. He wanted nothing more than to love and care for his son and to be a good father. "I love you, Link.." he said softly. He sat next to Nicole again. "And I love you," he told her before kissing her lips. "We're a family.." he chuckled after saying it, as he could hardly believe it.
"That's gonna be fun." She laughed. She knew her parents were gonna be around a lot and so was Nancy. Plus Gale. Their son already had so many people who loved him and she was so happy to have that for him. "He is." Nicole agreed and smiled as she watched her boys together. Tears lined her own eyes and she leaned against him as he sat by her. "I love you." She kissed him back. "We are. The Thompson boys and Peterson girl. The perfect family."
He looked at her and smiled. "Are you sure you can handle that? There's two of us now." He teased. "And now there's no going back." he added. Every day he felt lucky to have Nicole in his life through all the ups and mostly downs he'd been through this year. He heard his phone notification going off and glanced at the screen. "Its just my mom blowing up my phone. Shes probably screaming and driving Harrison crazy." He said.
She smiled and nodded. "I've handled it this far. I'm happy to continue." Nicole smiled and kissed his shoulder. "Good. I don't want to." She looked at his phone and then hers went off as well. "There's mine." She reached over and muted her phone. "They can wait. We have our own child to give attention to tonight." She said and laid back a little, moving so he could lay by her. "Thank you, Ricky. For giving me him. For helping me bring him into the world."
He smiled back "As long as you're sure." He leaned down to kiss her head. He chuckled. "I didn't even tell anyone how he was born yet. I'm sure they'll hear about it soon enough." He added looking down at the baby in his arms. It was all so crazy how this happened, but it seemed fitting with all the chaos in his life. He layed down next to her holding their son between them. He smiled softly. "Well, thank you for sleeping with me." He chuckled and looked at their son giving a small sigh. "I still can't believe that we made this thing. And now we're going to have to take care of him for a very long time."
"I am." She smiled and leaned into his kiss. "I'm sure they will. We'll tell them in the morning. It's definitely a story." She still couldn't believe this was what happened. That this was how their son was brought into the world. She could hear her mom saying now like mother like son. "No problem." She laughed as they relaxed together and she looked at their son. "For the rest of our lives. This perfect baby is all ours."
#interaction ;; ricky thompson#interaction ;; matt wheeler#pregnancy tw#birth tw#interaction ;; gale peterson ruiz
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you ever tell yourself, "yeah, I'm going to thank everyone" and then you start... and it's still going... and going... and you're basically going to be here all day if you keep at it? going through it right now. blog owner, scoop over, I'll have to set up camp here too ahaha
jokes aside, final shoutouts to royal, omen (if you accidentally ghost me again, I'll haunt you 🔪), pantha, lusia, stark, corrie, ren, rebel, iota, j and birberry. thank you for colouring my rp life and discord dms with bold acrylics! hope you all have the loveliest of time! May the coming year be kind and fulfilling ♡♡♡
i have made room and welcome you warmly into my home, no camp needed. i'll light the fireplace and make some cookies, feel free to keep it coming, friend.
and here's to you, anonymous submitter, for being such a warm and caring friend to those who know you, and for making so many connections worth highlighting. that says so much about the kind of human you are, in all good ways.
happy holidays to you all.
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wonwooslibrary has hit a milestone!
Dear Readers, Fellow Writers, Mutuals, Members of Caratblr, and anyone else who may stumble upon this,
Wonwooslibrary has hit a milestone I never expected to reach, and I would like to celebrate it with you all, by sharing a probably-too-in-depth story: Why did I create my blog? Well, let’s begin! (I’ve been watching a bit too much of How I Met Your Mother recently lmao)
Back in about 2015, I read the first book I truly fell in love with: Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan. This novel is what developed my love for reading and English, later becoming something that would completely take over my life, and my future career. From becoming a member of the PJO fandom, I began venturing so far into the internet that I became a “fandom stan”...that name still haunts me. Since 2015, I have been reading and writing...and reading more and writing more. Of course, the beginning was horribly written sentences with no commas, like the word version of drawing the sun in the corner of the page. I began writing fanfiction in 2015, too. Naturally, it started with Percy Jackson, then Harry Potter, oh and of course 5 Seconds of Summer and One Direction (I’ve always been more of a music-based fanfic writer!) But 2020...that year really changed it all.
In 2020, I found something that really changed my life. Caratblr. The Seventeen and Carat side of Tumblr, an app I thought everyone except me stopped using in 2016. At this particular point in time, I honestly was just looking for a very specific gif of Junhui from Seventeen (center Jun from the DWC mv in the rooftop scene lmao). Thanks to this gif, something amazing happened: I found the wonderful creators associated with caratblr here on Tumblr.
At this time, I was not writing on Tumblr. In fact, the account I was using is hopefully hidden in the depths of the internet, because I really never want to look at it again. Using this Tumblr, I found some of the most inspiring people (and their content). These amazing people inspired me to create what is now one of the most cherished things in my life:
wonwooslibrary.
I made this blog at 8:29pm on December 23rd, 2020, EST. My first fic, a horribly written Joshua fanfic that I will NEVER read again, currently has 35 notes. I am not going to lie, I only posted that fanfic because of one thing: caratwritersclub’s open member applications. Freshly 16-year-old me was desperate to do something with the one thing I actually enjoyed doing. So, I wrote that Joshua fic. I posted it ONLY to be able to become a member of caratwritersclub. And on January 8th, 2021, I was officially a member of caratwritersclub. Here, I met these aforementioned amazing people within caratblr, and I would love to say a couple of things to them right now.
@gallivantingheart ♡ taylor. oh my god. you are literally my best friend. i could not ask for anyone better than you. from everything we have in common: our biases, our favorite colors, our sun, moon and rising signs, our love for miraculous and stationary. i love having a friend that is on the complete other side of the word (rip 14/15 hour time differences) but still loves to talk and yell about every small detail in our lives, whether it is a bit too personal or not. you have been such an inspiration to me, and i love you so damn much. i am proud of you for everything you have done. ps. i miss your cats xx they’re cute.
@seokmingiggles ♡ lannie!!!!! i don’t even know where to begin. you’ve been here since the VERY beginning and i just. i could sob. we have so many inside jokes and fun memories (like samanter, the popcorn-eating cat emote, the like. 10 hour discord call with ven, or even lawn). the fact that you read Baby, I’ll Be Right There, all the way through, like 4 times??? insane. i am extremely proud of you for everything you have done recently. even though i might not say it a lot, i love you and you’re still one of my best friends, even if we don’t talk nearly as much as we used to. everytime i see seokmin or hobi, i still think of you. even forks make me think of you sometimes (rip fork mf). please, feel free to reach out at any time, and i cannot wait for our next conversation (ps. #lisslansam)
@sansang ♡ liiiiissssaaaaaa <3 I cannot believe how much we have grown!! i know we haven’t talked in literally forever but...you were my first friend not only in cwc, but also on caratblr in general. i owe so much to you. you’ve believed in me and cheered me on so much, i don’t even know where to begin with making you feel as encouraged as you have made me. i love you, and i am so proud of you, especially for making important decisions like deciding to make gifs instead of writing, and i know that you are going to be amazing. the future would not be the same without you in it, and i hope we can talk more :D ps. every time i see jihoon or san, or anything abt swimming, i think of you <3 oh and also wav by ateez :3 it’s still your brand in my heart <333 (also #lisslansam)
There are, of course, a couple others who I am not close to/am not close to anymore who definitely need a huge thank you for everything: ven @heartshxkr ; alexis @woozisnoots ; eun @bermudas ; jo @ahloveisboo ; vic @svtskneecaps ; fel @minghaofilm ; meraki @merakiiverse ...I have no idea what I would do without you all!
These wonderful people, as well as other readers and creators on this hellsite have made me want to continue my writing journey here. My biggest accomplishment so far, has been the LONG process of writing, rereading, and editing my Jihoon/Woozi fic, Baby, I’ll Be Right There. This fic is almost 11,000 words long. It took me three days to write, and with the help of Lannie (@seokmingiggles), six and a half months to edit. Lannie reread this fic and helped me edit SO MUCH, that this fic is just as much hers and it is mine. (Lannie, if you’re still reading this, I’m a bit too emotional lol I’m tearing up :EUWAH:). It currently has !! 197 !! notes. Writing BIBRT has made me realize that I love writing. No, it’s not what I’m doing as a career (I’m an education student lol), but I want to keep this blog around for as long as possible.
And with wonwooslibrary, I want to encourage all those writers who are just as young as I was reading fanfics on Wattpad. I repeatedly posted and deleted fics because I thought they weren’t good enough, but here is some advice for you: you write for you. You should write because you enjoy it, not because people make you feel like you have to. Write what you enjoy, what tropes you like. Don't let people tell you what to write, that’s what takes the fun away from it.
To end this unreasonably long, sappy, over-emotional post,
Thank you to EVERYONE who has supported me this far. I am excited to take my writing blog to the next steps and continue writing and making friends with the wonderful people in caratblr.
And for the actual milestone: HAPPY TWO YEARS TO WONWOOSLIBRARY!!!
Thank you, once again, for everything, lovely readers, fellow writers, mutuals and patrons of caratblr. Thank you.
Love,
Your friendly neighborhood huihui, Samantha Jayn (wonwooslibrary)
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cactus, abelia, daffodil, sage, edelweiss, jasmine, palm tree, nutmeg, papyrus 😁
Oh! So many!! Thank you, friend, this was very sweet of you!! I will try (and inevitably fail) to keep from rambling too terribly, but know that I love and appreciate you so dearly for this!!
This got long, so answers are under the cut! 💖💞💖
Get to know me!
cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?
I'm learning French! All over again. I am haunted by the Duolingo owl and its reminder to keep my streak up and have so far done pretty well for someone who usually absolutely sucks at remembering to do things on a daily basis!
abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?
I answered this here, but basically: I do not! I'm not much of a jewelry wearer, in truth. I tend to fidget, and in fidgeting, break things. I do wear jewelry often though, mostly when I need to look professional or if I'm going to an event — my mother's costume jewelry from India is... not an everyday thing though, for sure.
daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?
I have a younger brother! He's the smarter one, the much more put-together one, and the definitely way better at his job one. He's in college now, about to graduate, and having all manner of adventures I was too scared to have at his age.
sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?
Music really gets to me. I grew up really immersed in religion and so many of our prayers are "sung" rather than said aloud, and so the way I learned the history of my faith is through music. I find myself closest to the Divine when I am listening to music, and growing up as part of an Abrahamic faith, I do resonate with Christian allegory because those are stories I remember being sung during majlis too. Every prayer I remember is because it was sung to me when I was learning it, and to this day, I keep those same tunes.
edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?
Puns. Oh lord, so many puns. My username was something handed to me, after I made so many puns I earned the name Puntessa (Pun + Contessa) and then the name Punemy (Pun + Enemy) as well as numerous jokes about them spotting me the moment they saw [Puntessa is typing...] on Discord.
jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?
There's this Bollywood film, Bajirao Mastani, that I absolutely adored. It was cinematic and beautiful, the costume and set design were sublime, the story was heartbreaking, the music still resonates with me... and then the ending happened and it was just so absolutely poorly done that I can never watch it again because I'm convinced the ending was when they ran out of money and just gave up. Awful awful awful CGI.
palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?
I mean like... all of them? Listen. As a Captain America fan, as someone who considers Steve Rogers to be their comfort character, the fact that I am head over heels in love with Helmut Zemo is an actual problem and I should probably feel guilty but I don't. I'm gonna just... make it work, one day.
nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?
Chaotically. I have books everywhere. Laundry that still needs folding. None of the posters I bought to put up in my room are actually put up. It feels a bit like a dorm room that I keep telling myself I'll decorate one day, but am often too busy/too tired to actually decorate. Maybe if I settle somewhere more permanent I'll hire someone to decorate my house in the dark mushroomcore aesthetic I desire.
papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?
The first song that came up was Lay this Body Down by Sam Lee and I've had that one on repeat for days working on Sixteen Tons so I associate it with that fic, with exhaustion and giving just a bit too much of the self, with that nasty habit of people-pleasing that so many are afflicted with these days, and with becoming the monsters our parents make of us, baring our throats to the sky as we cry out for something more than the inevitable.
You know. Healthy thoughts.
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How have your theories Evolved my good honorary Gorpster
Ok I kept holding off on this one but it's time.
The Refined Understanding Of The Gorp Arg (I Understand Less Now)
Let me start off by saying apparently there's dubious cannon in the fuckimg. gorp arg. so I have no clue how much of anything is actual cannon. Or if any of this is even right
Alright let's go back to Nelson because this motherfucker haunts me in tags on the daily.
His full name is Nelson Stanley Berg which made me think this was like. A weird tsp au where he was Stanley stand in. And thread was 432s stand in and Sam the Narrator etc etc. But this all went immediately out the window once I saw 432 send thread an ask and referred to the other characters separately. This caused great pain as I thought I finally figured it out. Anyways.
He is dating Sam Akon who is. checks notes old and gay and 6 feet tall. And he dyes his hair but not with Kool aid that part was a joke. I think his thing is 💖 or one of the pink hearts but idk for sure. That is all I know about Sam Akon.
Nelson's is 💙 or 💙🤍 yeah? or is 💙🤍 referring to him plus someone else
IS. IS THAT WHAT THE FUCKING NAILPOLISH IS ABOJT. DID SOMETHING HAPPEN THERE. WAIT FUCK HOLD ON. HOLD ON I JUST MADE THAT CONNECTION WHILE TYPING. IS THAT. WHAT. WHAT HAPPENED??
Nelson is YOUR FATHER!?!!? YOUR DAD YOUR FATHER THIS MAN IS A FATHER????!?!? MY HONORARY FATHER MY STEP DAD ?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!? AND APPARENTLY THIS IS LIKE. A MAJORLY IMPKRTANT PLOT POINT I ONLY RECENTLY FOUND OHT ABOUT. HES YOUR DAD !?!?!?!?
Moving on. Let's talk about thread
per my last insane rambling, I've gotten confirmation that those posts I'd see people on my dash revloggibg of someone yelling about beasts is in fact part of the gorp arg
This one's interesting because it's the most reliable source I have into the gorp arg and I do not understand it at all
So threads birthday is on the release date of the half life mod that was the original version of the stanley parable. Which made me think again, au with different charactersfilling in these roles after somethinghappened to the original cast, but this was before disproven.
Thread is conflicted between being just the settings mf and having. yknow. Feelings And Shit. Also there's a hatred for Nelson I think? maybe. Idk the impression bit and the Sam akon info gathering made it hard to tell what emotion was brought forth from Nelsom but I think it's hatred. Idk I thought the impression bit was like. Really funny. Made me smile.
BEAST1
its is 💜 right? or 💜🖤?
Anyways. Favorite character. Probably because it's the only one I've seen do or say anything but. I didn't have to make that thread art for my warm up that shit jumped out from some part of me that apparently really wanted to design the "Setting page in an anxiety trenchcoat" as it has been so lovingly reffered to as in my notes several times.
Diane and the overseer??? They exist???? I can't find much on either tbh. idek if they have lil hearts.
I tried to figure out tbe series of events that led to whatever the hell is going on here but realized I do not have enough sources to actually. Figure that out. So.
Anyways. This really brought me back to my internet historian days of finding some really niche online interactive shit and figuring out every possible detail about it and the fandom just so I could possibly talk about it to someone in the future. And now I have the discord link waiting I'm my inbox. So I've leaned a little too far into the well and whatever at the bottom really wants me to fall.
#Mr Honorary Gorpster#whoo boy thats a lot huh#readmore this time as to not hex my mutuals with Wall Of Text#anyways. yeah. i understand less than when i started i think#i think im further than when i started tbh#gorp arg#intentionally avoided the new shit i learned because. yeah. no clue wtf to make of that. and its app dubipusly cannon anyways
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See You at VanCAF
This is copy pasted from my newletter.
Hey all! My main thing is I'll be at VanCAF which is in Vancouver, British Columbia on May 20&21. They haven't posted con maps yet, so I don't know what my table number is. But I'll be there and it's free to get into. So stop by!
Like I said the big thing this month is going to VanCAF. The rest of the month is mostly keeping my nose to the grindstone.
This month's full moon movie is The Wolfman again. This time the remake. While watching the original Wolf Man, myself and other folks in the discord talked about some of the stuff that was changed in the remake (stuff like the remake is twice as long.) So I figured doing a back to back would be kinda fun. So if you wanna join, we'll be watching it May 5th at 6pm PST. Join the discord if you want.
As always I'll be streaming art on Twitch. My schedule is currently the following:
Tuesday 8pm-10pm PST
Wednesday 8pm-10pm PST
Thursday 6pm-9pm PST (during the Iron Circus Geekshow)
I mentioned last month that I was redoing the live reading of Fame and Misfortune. My mic worked this time so I've saved it and posted it on my youtube. We go over through the whole story in about 30 mins. Then I answer some questions from fans.
I'll definitely doing something like this for The Better to Find You With. As I'll get to in the next section, I got a lot of stuff on my plate. It will probably be some time in the fall.
I spent a lot of April still playing catching up on things. I was really backed up on my work for Seven Seas. I think I got it handled now, but Blue Moon is still not done. I think that has to be my primary focus this month. I was hoping to get the current chapter of You are the Chosen One last month, but that didn't happen. It's penciled so for the next few Fridays I'll post the pencils of the rest of chapter.
By the time those go up, I'll hopefully be done with Blue Moon and can give You are the Chosen One more attention. I hate to do it, but I have to put something on hold. The City Between being free means it gets me more new readers/attention and You are the Chosen One takes longer. And after I write Blue Moon, I should probably make sure the next batch of You are the Chosen One script are ready for drawing.
So here's my to do list/priority:
Write Blue Moon
Keep up with The City Between
Freelance thing that is NDA
Clean up Murky Water to make a book
Finish Chapter 3 of You are the Chosen One
Review next few chapters of You are the Chosen One
Anyway, that's quite a lot.
I barely had time to read or watch new stuff this month. So kinda a short list this month.
Darling by Olivia Stephens - Darling is a Western Horror about a black woman who's living as a werewolf to escape the racism of 1800s America. She meets a black man on the run and the two have an instant connection Olivia art is excellent and rendering makes every page look both beautiful and haunting. It's one of the best werewolf comics I've read. You should all go back it here.
Love is Hard for Otaku - This is one checked out because Mangasplaining did an episode on it. They had a kinda mixed opinion of it, but I was curious to look into it myself. It's about a gal who's a big nerd but is hiding it from her day job because her last boyfriend dumped her for being too nerdy. A nerdy guy friend proposes they date each other because since they are both nerds she won't have to worry about him dumping her for it. There is a manga and an anime. The manga is a little rough. The pacing seems to be kinda wonky. The anime does a better job landing the jokes, mostly because a lot of the jokes involved references to anime. So the joke works better when they can copy the scene from Evangelion shot for shot, rather than translation the animation into a comic. I don't 100% buy the characters as a couple so I'm on the fence about continuing to watch it.
Nope - This was something that was on my I should get around to seeing this movie since it came out. It was streaming so I made a point to watch it. It's less than a year old so I won't go into details about the plot. But I really liked the point it makes about random chance and nature. I also really liked the relationship between the two main siblings. It was a good mix for conflict, frustration, and affection.
Anyway, thanks for sticking with me through the big workload that's going on. Please back my Patreon if you can. Every little bit helps!
#newsletter#kel mcdonald newletter#werewolves#comics#webcomics#fame and misfortune#the city between#you are the chosen one#nope movie#love is hard for otaku#olivia stephens
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Some doodles from me and @bakurik 's discord call last night, which did include us playing PP: CH2.
The things I learned from the chapter, I will list below because like a dumbass, I did not record anything-
So yeah, major spoilers-
Had to play with low graphics(which I didn't mind) or else every time we grappled, our game would what Bakurik called a "grandma seizure" and bug the fuck out.
Mommy LL said "I have more ways to play with you". Bakurik proceeded to repeat it right into the mic. I died of gay.
Mommy? Sorry- Mommy? Sorry- Mommy? Sor-
The chapter(and Bakurik) worsened my mommy kink I mean what-
The grapple swing mechanic was N O T playtested. Either that, or we just suck at it and caused us to die at the Mommy LL chase 50+ times, resulting in my now shot voice.
"The bUttOn h UrTs M e"
Panicked at Mommy LL's death, screamed "what the fuck was that" at the "prototype" dragging her head away.
Ty Kissy Missy for the help, I still think you have anger issues-
Bakurik had to tell my ass to go back cuz I ran as soon as KM reached for the lever-
Bonzi Bunny will haunt my nightmares.
Huggy Wuggy is probably alive.
Made a joke that Cannibal(Bakurik's sona) made the train crash to try and kill Huggy Wuggy. They thought that the joke was fucking hilarious lmAO
Game is definitely not worth $10 with the mechanics and rage inducing shit it has, but that's my personal opinion. Because that's also coming from someone who spent $40 as soon as Security Breach came out-
Will most likely be playing Chapter 3.
Will try to make an animatic about it as well
Okok that's it, bYe-
#my art#art post#mun draws#digitalized#sonas#karma#cannibal#cannikar#bakurik#poppy playtime#poppy playtime chapter 2#huggy wuggy#kissy missy#mommy long legs#my voice is shot holy fuck#i love my partner but dammit he abuses me with his amazing voice XD#poppy playtime chapter 2 spoilers
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well, okay, at least finding your channel meant I found some cool animations. still, I barely understood any of them.
i. HAHDJIAHSJS god i am. i did not expect a post of me talking about tumblr men taxonomy to inspire anyone to look at my youtube channel but i’m glad you enjoyed the incomprehensible monstrosity that it is regardless. genuinely thank you! it means a loy
for uhhh…??? context because APPARENTLY i have some sort of observer audience now, i will leave that under the cut for anyone curious about fandom history of a stupidly insular community
i was/am a fan of a niche webseries/podcast thing called discord murder party (DMP), which has now ended after 4 years. most of what’s on my channel spawns from the incomprehensibility of a single discord server size fandom making memes and in jokes which cannibalized itself, and as you can probably see if you look at my upload list, most of them revolve around dreamland, which is the animatic to the song by the swingrowers, i made last year around 3/4 of the length into DMP.
now, dreamland became a huge meme within this extremely niche webseries community to the point where the joke (mainly being based around my personal hell of the animatic being something i tried to make one years prior then failed and it continually coming back to haunt me) kept finding new ways to invent itself and multiple people in the community covered it and made meme versions of it
this culminated in that hour long cinematic shitpost with the salt and pepper diner playlist but with various versions of this song and it has far too many layers of what’s essentially a large friend group’s 3 year history of memes. catatonic is the same: it’s a meme animatic i made for the anniversary of dreamland which i didnt intend to put as much effort as i DID but it just kept going
now for the last small piece of context to tie this nightmare together you may have noticed if you go into my animations playlist the single video that’s not on my channel with a very long title. that’s the animatic i worked on OFFICIALLY for this show. i got brought on as essentially an ascended fan for the last 6 months of the show’s run as an artist and this spawned a whole OTHER wave of in jokes and memes which are borderline incomprehensible without me walking through every step of the way. also it… kinda ended up getting me into art school so thats neat??
ALL THIS IS TO SAY is that i don’t actually super recommend watching dmp to get these jokes. almost all of them are fandom memes that ARE connected if you have it EXPLAINED WHY but DMP is a very very long show that has a ROUGH first 2 seasons and if you know nothing about it you will probably not have a good time because the quality and style shifts rapidly in the second half
HOWEVER COMMA this is where i go to plug and say the director of DMP will eventually be working on a new show called chaos van, and a little behind the curtains peak is that the two main characters of that show are what INSPIRED me to write the tumblr men taxonomy post, because if charlie was a man i argued she would be a TSM with the disney channel eldritch horror body type and Oz would be a DCHE with the tumblr sexyman body type.
the show is only in early production but it’s planned to be a lot more accessible and easy to jump in on (you dont need to have watched dmp even though it’s technically a continuation) and is a real fun pitch: it’s a multiversal road trip where a god of stories and a god of chaos are on the run as they meet absurdist set pieces and characters while learning to fight gods!
so. yeah. lmao
#ask#dmp#chaos van#dear anon i am so sorry#you stumbled across a community with a depth of the ocean and the width of a kiddie pool
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🥚🌾🎨🌈 and The scene you worked the hardest on in any fic?
🥚 Any easter eggs you put in a fic that you hoped people would notice?
You know, I don't know....I don't know if they count as Easter Eggs, but Constantine is mentioned a few times in Damnatio (before he showed up on Legends of Tomorrow and no one remembered the short lived but brilliant TV series on NBC with Matt Ryan), and MacGyver is alluded to in Bad Things Happen in Magnum.
🌾 A fic you really want to write but you haven’t (yet)?
There are a couple in vastly varying fandoms: one for the Umbrella Academy where it would likely be AU (but every season is an AU, so, techncially that would be canon?) where instead of the apocalypse or end of the world as we know it, TUA is more mundane crime stoppers a la Batman style, and they need Five to go undercover in a school for 'gifted' kids (smart kids versus super powers) and I get to channel all of my 'I don't care how smart the school thinks I am, I still hate it and I'm bored' self.
I have thrown myself SOLIDLY into the Hudson and Rex fandom (anyone who is here because of Magnum, you should really give that show a try - I liked it so much I bought a region free DVD player just so I could own it), so there's like...8 story ideas floating around in there.
Yellowstone - I hate, hate, HATE the media portrayal of adopted kids (whether still as children or as adults) throwing over on their adopted family in favor of the biological one because they always want to know 'who am I?' because out of the adopted kids (or even foster kids) I know, not one of them has been like eeeeeeey, lemme just tell the people who raised me, loved me, treated me as a very wanted child 'yOu'Re nOt mY ReAL mom/dad' and turned into a bad guy for the sake of drama, so the way that they're writing Jamie from second half of season 3 ALL through season 4 had me throwing shit at the TV over a show I used to love. So I have like...3 half finished fics where I don't necessarily RETCON the story line, but at least flesh out the characters and reasoning better (in my oh so humble opinion) so that it's not just Adopted Kid = Bad Kid.
Haunting of Hill House - I have I think like 10k words of a continuing story line that takes place between the last night at the House and when the 2 years later scene takes place that throws ALLLLLLLL the supernatural into it.
I also have a 9-1-1 genfic that is almost entirely written because I hate the shipping discord in that fandom and if I want to find genfic, I either have to read an established b*ddie fic where the romance is so background I can skip over it, or haunt the same three authors until I'm eventually reported for stalking. So I have a 5+1 for Dad!Bobby and Buck.
🎨 Show us a sneak peek from a WIP!
Joke's on you, I have like, 11 WIPS. So you get the random Yellowstone one, even though I don't know if you've seen the show.
Jamie didn’t move. His finger still held along the side of the rifle, not on the trigger, but John wondered how long that would be true. “I’ve always wondered, if given the chance, what I would change. Go back in time and make some other choice. Not listening to Beth when she told me to take her to the clinic so you wouldn’t find out? Not give the interview to that reporter? Not…” Jamie trailed off, staring blankly into the distance, and John watched as his finger jumped to the trigger and back off again. “Not like there’s a shortage of bad decisions to pick from, right? But do you know the one I keep coming back to?”
John could guess.
“We’ve been here before, son,” John said instead, wincing at the creak in his knees and the twinge from his shoulder as he sat down on ground in front of Jamie, hoping to get him to at least look at him. He saw the way Jamie flinched at the word ‘son’ as though John slapped him across the face. “You made the right decision then. You’ll make the right decision now.”
Jamie didn’t budge. The rifle barrel still rested underneath his chin, his grip white knuckled on the barrel and surprisingly light on the stock where his finger tapped against the trigger. “I didn’t know you told jokes, John. Maybe when the ranch is gone, you can take up comedy.”
John growled, ducking his head as he snatched at the tall grass, needing to do something with his hands so he didn’t do something he regretted. “You would make me watch another son die?”
“I wouldn’t hurt Kayce.”
“Jesus, Jamie -”
“Walk away. Whatever…whatever moral obligation you felt to take me in, to-to stop me from doing this the first time, I absolve you from. Just walk away, and come back tomorrow. Take my body to the train station if you have to - you don’t have to put on the show of putting me with Lee or Mom-” Jamie stopped short, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth before he amended it: “Evelyn. Then you can still visit them without visiting me. Just go away.”
He should’ve sent Rip. Or Kayce. Lloyd, for Chrissakes, would be better at this than him, but he wasn’t about to give up. “You think so little of me? I fucking raised you. And you think you can just tell me to walk away, let you kill yourself?”
“I’m not telling you to,” Jamie said quietly. “I’m giving you permission.”
“Jamie-”
“What the fuck do you care?” Jamie shouted, the abrupt anger catching John by surprise so that he jolted back. “Why the fuck can’t you just let me go? You’re the one who told me to do it in the first place - and now - now what? Now what? You’re - you’re angry? You think it’ll make you look like a bad father? I’ll look like a weak son? Fine. Fine. Give me a fucking piece of paper - shit, I’ll carve it into my skin if I have to, that this was one hundred percent me. My choosing. My choice. Tell the world I was fucking adopted, that I’m not yours, that this isn’t weakness from the Duttons, this is some lesser form of being choosing the coward’s way out - this is my two week’s notice - that I fucking quit.”
John was no good at this. What he wanted to do was rip the rifle out of Jamie’s hands and smack him upside the head with it. He wanted to force him to drop it, and make him think twice about ever picking it up again because clearly, the ‘kind and gentle way’ hadn’t given Jamie the perspective he thought it would. He wanted to shake him until his brain rattled enough in his skull to finally knock some sense into him, but Jamie was fast.
Too fast, sometimes. It was easy to forget when Jamie spent most of his life holding back. Forcing a smile on his face and going in whatever direction John pointed him in.
But holding everything in was like a simmering volcano, and unlike his other children who never gave their actions a second thought and just did, Jamie held back until he exploded. It was fast, furious, and Jamie almost always instantly regretted it, making it worse the next time.
🌈 Your favorite tropes to write about?
FOUND FAMILY. PLATONIC LOVE. ALL THE THINGS I WANT AND I CAN NEVER FIND. And naturally, hurt/comfort. probably because it's the only way to have characters to interact that doesn't have everyone asking me about
The scene you worked the hardest on in any fic?
Oh shit. Ummm. I'll use this as a "things that didn't just immediately flow on the keyboard and I had to stop every couple of minutes to look something up". Mostly things in Magnum because it takes place in the real world with real issues. So out of the published scenes - the surfing chapter in Bad Things (because I have never once been surfing) and the first chapter of Wrong Side because it's a lot to do with tactics and real scenarios while also trying to make it interesting to people who aren't familiar with the military. Also, there's a lot of hoop jumping to make anything realistic canon compliant in that fandom...
Thanks for the asks! (and letting me rant)
#asks answered#games we play#yellowstone fic#yellowstone tv#jamie dutton#magnum pi 2018#I spend a lot of time researching down rabbit holes because apparently I might die if I just picked something that required no research#and just knew off the top of my head#which I guess would be the Yellowtsone fics because HORSES#I AT LEAST KNOW ABOUT HORSES AND RANCHING
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🌸It's that time of month!
April is the month of SAAM, SA awareness month. A month pretty important to me because of many reasons I will go over and even how you can hopefully try to prevent it & how you can help a family member or loved one.. So that being said-
tw: Mentions of SA, Forced Incest (unfortunately I'm not joking), Pedophilia, unwanted sexual advances, Stalking.
🌸And a reminder, I am heavily against this shit. I am a victim of all that's listed above ever since age 6. It's been years since my last encounter, so either you can believe me or not, genuinely I don't have much to prove. This is my experience and wanting to put my hand out there and let others know they're not alone.
🌸I have been SAed since I was 6, all through elementary school by three family members. By 2 male cousins (I got lucky I wasn't penetrated), and by my sibling who obviously lived in the same house. In the same room as I was.
🌸They were also kids, does this excuse this however? No. No it does not. Because with each and every instance of each, I was told to not say a word. To pray our sins away.
🌸Also in elementary, even through middle school, apps like Kik- Google plus- anywhere you could chat with a strange was becoming more and more of the norm. I was a child with unlimited internet access and I was preyed upon a lot- even when I was 15.
🌸A lot of people might not know that I have had a romantic relationship with a mun of a Bendy roleplay account- which got rightfully called out on the behavior but of course I was a kid and still was conditioned to think everything was alright.
🌸Then it was a person who was into the same fandoms as me, a 25 year old man. Dating a 15 year old (that being me). Did he get caught? Hell no- and he's even had HISTORY of dating younger teens, because he was still friends with his Ex who was also 15. Who made me, an at the time 15 year old, send n-des. Who sent d-ck picks back and moaning out my preferred name which still fucking haunts me to this day.
🌸People who had no business preying on teens, on children. And Unfortunately when I was in these situations, especially when younger, the world was still figuring out how the hell to protect children like me from predators.
🌸 From them sending us suggestive pictures. Doing suggestive roleplays- it's so terrifying and horrible to remember, and that's why even now I strive to keep my friends who are two, three years younger than me safe. To keep my little cousins safe- because holy shit-
🌸I don't want them to go through what I did.
🌸Of course there were also advances from people like Letecus (woah, name drop), who has sent minors NSFW pictures after claiming to not be a p-dophile.
🌸Unwanted and Sexual advances by Jamie, a person who I thought was a friend that turned out to be a twisted person- and one who was infatuated by me and even when they had partners still decided to try to hit on me
🌸To make me roleplay with them- so desperate to have me for God knows what. And then proceeding to stalk me even when they hit adulthood. Literally a few months ago they tried to add me on discord- and honestly I'm still fucking terrified that they're still stalking my accounts!
🌸I unfortunately have to point out that at a young age this has severely fucked me up: I have trust issues, either I can be very hypersexual or absolutely dreading the thought of even being touched. The mental effects that this shit has on people isn't a joke- it's not even funny to joke about, to write about.
🌸the hots and colds of it all still hasn't left me.
🌸But, how can you help yourself or others when these situations are arising? Oftentimes, the person facing these challenges can have a difficult time reaching out- possibly even finding people to help them.
🌸My best advice is to try to get in contact with authorities, anybody you know that's in your inner circle- if you're the one helping the one being in these situations, you must step up if the authorities won't do anything.
🌸I unfortunately don't know anything about the legal grounds with court hearings, as I never had the funds and was too young to even do much about it, my parents and grandparents never knew. I wish they did but what's done is done.
🌸I only hope that, to anybody reading who could know someone/is in this situation, or wanting to prevent it- will use this as a warning. About how people may act. The possible signs. And who to reach out to if possible.
🌸 Remember to stay safe please- especially nowadays.
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