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poisonlove · 5 months

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can you write a fem reader x tara fic where reader is anika’s best friend or sister or something and anika wants to introduce reader to the group

Oh yes, I really like the idea, haha. I just hope you like what I've come up with. Sorry for the delay, but sooner or later, I'll write every request. 😊

The night we met | t.c

tara carpenter x reader

"Excuse me, sorry," I uttered with difficulty, trying to navigate through the crowd.

I found myself at the fraternity party in New York, immersed in the atmosphere of loud music and an air filled with a mix of sweat and grass. It was Halloween, and the guys were dressed up, adding a touch of eccentricity to the party. The noise of laughter and music served as a background as I struggled to make my way through the crowd, eager to reach my destination amid the festive chaos.

I released a sigh of relief as I made my way through the crowd, and finally, in the center of the party I saw a familiar scene. My best friend, Anika, was sitting on a small couch with a girl. It was clear that she was Anika's girlfriend considering how Anika had her legs stretched over hers, and the girl's hand was absentmindedly caressing Anika's leg.

I approached with a smile, happy to have found my destination amidst all the festive chaos.

"Hey," I said smiling at my best friend. Anika gave me a beautiful smile as soon as our eyes met.

"Mindy... this is y/n, my best friend," Anika introduced, pointing in my direction. "y/n, this is Mindy, my girlfriend," she announced, smiling broadly and giving a playful look to her girlfriend.

"Pleasure to meet you," I said in a loud voice, trying to make myself heard amidst the party's noise.

"The pleasure is mine," Mindy replied with a smile, looking at me with curious eyes.

"Cute costume," she noted immediately, looking me up and down with a mischievous smile. "Certainly... frightening," she added laughing under her breath.

"Thank you," I replied, slightly embarrassed. Perhaps Harry Potter wasn't the most suitable choice for this situation, now that I think about it.

"I'm going... going to get something to drink," I said, leaning toward Anika, who nodded in agreement.

I made my way through the crowd again, heading towards the drink counter a few meters away. While walking, a girl who was dancing accidentally elbowed me, making me lose my balance and collide with someone.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," I immediately said after regaining my balance, looking up to apologize to the person I had bumped into.

When my eyes met hers, I was mesmerized. Before me stood a girl dressed as a pirate, with brown hair cascading to her shoulders.

"Don't worry, it's fine," she said calmly, indicating that she was unharmed by our collision. Her eyes, glazed from alcohol, analyzed me more closely.

I responded with a slightly embarrassed smile.

The girl with a smile on her face approached me even more causing my heartbeat to quicken. The height difference between us became evident as we looked into each other's eyes. Her presence, heightened by the festive atmosphere and the effect of alcohol, created an aura of curiosity and excitement.

The pirate, tilting her head, raised her hands to my face. With a confident and gentle gesture, she adjusted my round glasses.

"There you go, much better," she said laughing softly.

"TARA!"

The voice resonated in the chaos of the party and I immediately turned my gaze towards the sound. I saw Tara turning, revealing her well-defined jaw, upturned nose, and full lips.

"Everything okay?" Mindy asked, directing the question to Tara and showing a slight concern as I turned to see.

Tara's brown eyes turned back in my direction, radiant with brightness and fascination. "Let's go get something to drink, Pottah," she said, smiling widely, and a slight giggle escaped when she pronounced "Potter" with an English accent.

"That's what I wanted to do, Elizabeth Swann," I replied, amused.

Tara raised an eyebrow with curiosity, her scrutinizing gaze fixed on me. "Swann?" she asked with genuine curiosity. "Oh... it was a reference to Pirates of the Caribbean, you know... like a matching costume to your pirate outfit,"

I was grateful that the room was relatively dark, allowing me to conceal my embarrassment.

Tara chuckled softly. "Got it, I was teasing you." She raised a hand, shaking it timidly while she spoke.

"Could I have another?" she asked the person behind the counter, genuinely smiling. It was only then that I realized Tara already had a glass in her hand.

"There's none left," the guy behind the counter replied.

And that's when a certain guy approached with a flirtatious smile. "Hey beauties... I'm Edward," the guy said, but he only looked at Tara. "Y/n," I said, annoyed. "Tara," the girl replied with a smile on her lips.

My eyes rolled slightly without making a sound.

"In the kitchen, there's something to drink... if you want," Edward affirmed, giving me a dazzling smile t

Tara and i along with Edward, made our way to the kitchen to get something to drink. As I took a sip, the strong, bitter taste of alcohol made me scrunch up my nose. Meanwhile, Edward was openly flirting with Tara, creating a tense and uncomfortable atmosphere that made me wish I were elsewhere.

The guy put an arm around Tara's waist, causing clear discomfort to the brunette.

It was clear that the guy wanted to take Tara upstairs. With a pleading look, Tara asked me to help her in that embarrassing situation. Her expression reflected a mixture of discomfort and hope as she sought a way out of that embarrassing situation.

"Hey!" I said seriously, putting my hand on Edward's arm.

The guy, obviously tipsy, looked at me confused, smiling mischievously. "If you want to come too, I won't complain," he chuckled quietly.

"Let go of Tara," I said seriously, tightening my lips at the disgusting proposition. "She doesn't want to," I added, shooting a glance at the pirate.

"Potter..." Edward muttered weakly. "I'll make her change her mind," he concluded, smiling.

"Tara! Let's go home," Anika intervened, looking at the guy attentively.

"He won't let her go," I said nervously, noticing how Tara looked at me with bright eyes, perhaps trying to hold back tears.

"Tara stays here," a guy intervened. Mindy was next to him.

a statuesque cowboy.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion thinking that maybe he was the pirate girl's boyfriend.

"Come on, Chad... we just want to have some fun," the guy said, his face red from alcohol.

"She stays here," the guy reiterated seriously, approaching the stairs.

Edward, climbing two steps, made Tara lose her balance, clearly not wanting to follow him. The sudden movement surprised her, and her expression reflected a combination of fear and disorientation as she tried to maintain stability. Edward's firm grip on her arm seemed more like an attempt to drag her than a supportive gesture, adding an element of constraint to the embarrassing situation Tara found herself in.

Tara grimaced, trying to hide the pain as Edward insisted on dragging her up the stairs.

In the blink of an eye, the situation escalated as Chad grabbed Edward by the shirt, attempting to force him to step down. Edward, trying to retaliate, eventually let go of Tara. With a swift motion, the pirate sought refuge in my arms, trying to regain balance after the unexpected turmoil. The tension in the air was palpable as gazes clashed, with Tara still a bit disheveled but clearly grateful to have escaped from that unwanted aggression.

"Take her outside," Anika said seriously. Without saying anything, I found myself walking with Tara against my body toward the exit of the house.

Outside, silence reigned supreme, broken only by the occasional passing car. The starry sky shone, and the full moon illuminated the night. The cold made Tara shiver slightly, enveloped in the quiet of the evening.

"Are you okay?" I asked with concern.

Tara looked at me, smiling and nodding.

I decided to take off my tunic, a sort of jacket I was wearing, and offered it to her. In short sleeves and jeans, I noticed the cold was starting to be felt a bit.

"Take this, it might help you warm up," I suggested, offering my tunic to Tara in the hope that it could give her at least some comfort.

Tara raised the corners of her lips, putting on the coat I had given her and looking at me with a grateful expression.

She swayed slowly towards me, resting her hands on my shirt. Her gaze was directed at me with her chin slightly lifted. A mixture of vulnerability and gratitude reflected in her eyes.

"Thank you," she said timidly.

My cheeks tinged with red due to the proximity, and Tara smiled sweetly. With a sloppy attempt, the girl tried to stand on tiptoe, causing a laugh from me for her effort.

Tara pouted, but it was amusing to see the slightly tipsy girl.

Tara's hands moved gently on my face, removing my glasses.

With a smile on my lips, I watched as the girl pushed her glasses up on her head, looking at me curiously. My smile faded when I saw Tara lean forward, eager to press her lips to mine.

"Tara... you're drunk," I said, smiling amusedly. "And I'm a girl," I clarified, not wanting Tara in her state to overlook the situation.

For heaven's sake, I was gay, but I didn't want to kiss a drunk straight girl.

"And so what? I've noticed," she replied, smiling, biting her lower lip. "I just want to kiss you," she affirmed, amused.

Her hand caressed the lightning-shaped scar on my forehead. "You're extremely sexy with this costume," she murmured.

"You have a boyfriend," I said with a slightly irritated tone, remembering a certain Chad. Tara gave a wide smile, shaking her head. "I don't have a boyfriend," she said amusedly.

"In any case, you're drunk," I reiterate, amused, sensing how Tara smelled of alcohol and most likely a perfume."Maybe you can give me a kiss when you're conscious of your actions," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

"Pottah, kiss your Hermione," she blurted out with a smile on her lips, and I rolled my eyes at her comment. "Actually, it's Ginny," I said, smiling slightly. "Whatever it is," mumbled Tara.

"Another time," I added, smiling at her amusing behavior.

Tara sighs loudly and leans against my chest, wrapping her arms around my body in search of warmth. My eyes curiously scanned the exit of the house, but the smile faded from my face when I saw Anika's eyes looking at me mischievously from a distance. Her girlfriend did the same, and the only one confused was the guy next to them.

Oh, crap. I'm in for an unpleasant interrogation.

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barleyo · 8 months

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Hybrid.

Recom! Miles Quaritch X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back from hiatus, sorry, I've been gone for so long. I got this idea while listening to one of my favorite nsfw asmr creators (feelgoodfilth, please go check him out y’all). Love you all, thanks for reading!

Tags: breeding kink, medical fetish, p in v, handjobs, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies

Wordcount: 1.7K

“Colonel Quaritch?”

“Hm, yeah?”

The woman walked into the small waiting room, taking only a few steps while clutching a clipboard to her chest.

“I’m ready to run your tests. Would you follow me to the back office?” Her lips pressed into an awkward line, the pissed look on Quaritch’s face telling her that he wasn’t in the mood for a smile.

He stood up, head leaning down uncomfortably in the room. The ceilings got a bit higher when they turned the corner to her office, allowing him to reach closer to his full height. An examining table sat in the middle of the office, and an overhead light stood above it.

“Do I–?” Miles’ hand loosely pointed over to the table.

“Oh, yes, please. Careful of the light, Colonel.” The woman took her seat on a spinning chair, scooting it toward the table with her wheels. “Careful– careful now,” she said, holding her arms out as he roughly sat on the table, trying to protect his large body, as if catching him would have done any good.

He snorted, lip pulling into a bored, fixed snarl. “Yeah, so sorry, miss,” he said, voice anything but apologetic.

She gave a small nod, eyeing her papers clipped to her board, scanning over them quickly.

“Ah– no matter. So, Colonel Quaritch, I have to run a few simple tests and check-ups before we start the extraction process. Please, hold still.”

Extraction.

“Lord, this damn thing couldn’t take any longer, could it? Fucking Christ,” he snapped, patience thinning by the minute.

The RDA just wanted to piss him off at this point, he thought. The whole situation left a bad taste in his mouth, from start to finish. Creating recoms with lab grown Na’vi bodies was getting too expensive, so this was the alternative. Why make them from the government and taxpayers’ money when they had all they really needed: a few female recoms, a few male recoms and a way for them to mix.

“I know, I’m sorry– I know this can’t be pleasant for you,” she said. She was trying to be as sympathetic as possible, but it wasn’t a great process for her to deal with either, especially when the medical wing was understaffed.

“You have no idea, girl.” Miles groaned impatiently and spread his legs out, trying to work out the stress and kinks from his joints. “Can we just get this over with?”

The nurse nodded and scrambled over to her desk, pulling out an otoscope. She ushered him to lower his head to her level, having already pumped her chair up to its maximum height. “Hey, hey, hold still,” she inserted the tool, holding his blue ear to stop it from flicking as she looked through the lens. “Okay, all good.”

“What’s even the point of this? Can’t I just jizz in a fucking cup and leave?” He took a deep breath and his nose twitched in irritation.

“That– that comes later,” she said, face warm at his vulgar language, “just a few more tests, I promise. Now,” she pointed at her mouth, “open up, I need to take a look at your teeth.”

“What? Why?” Miles drew his eyebrows together, looking her up and down.

“I’ve got to make sure your teeth are healthy, and strong before we pass your DNA down to our other soldiers,” she said while still pointing her fingers at her mouth. “C’mon, show me that handsome smile, eh, Colonel?”

A sigh escaped his muscled chest, stripes seemingly shaking as he breathed.

“Fine.”

She brought a small light to his mouth, lifting her head up high to see all of his teeth. They were sharp and barred at her, shining in the reflection of her light.

A few other meaningless tests were performed, each draining Quaritch of his patience more and more. If he had to do one more fucking thing, he was going to—!

“Here you are. Now just take this and, uhm, you know,” she said, passing him a sterile cup to fill. “Fill it to the top, if you can.”

She looked away and started to turn to her desk before she heard a zipper. Her head snapped over to the table to see Miles removing his heavy cock from his cargos, giving it lazy pumps.

“No, there’s– there’s a bathroom for that…!”

“It’ll take like two seconds,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “not leaving just to blow a load.”

She barely heard his response as she watched. She was too busy feeling her grip on the corner of her chair tighten, eyes hooked on the sight of his pretty, blue cock growing in his fist.

“I, uhm, I think,” she paused, still watching as her voice trailed off.

“Huh? You think what?” He looked at her, smirking at her knuckles going white as she held onto the chair. “I think, little miss, that you want to come help me with this. Am I right?”

“That’s not professional,” she coughed out, turning her head away from him, arms going up to cover her chest.

“Oh, come on. Don’t you want to help a patient in need? Don’t leave me here to suffer,” Quaritch teased, feeling his impatience being replaced by smugness.

She bit her lip, eyes squinting as she thought.

“Oh, nurse,” he called, voice smothered with satisfaction, “I need your help.” He let go of his dick, feeling it spring back to hit his clothed abdomen. A string of precum stuck to his shirt as his cock twitched.

She walked over to him, pushing the wheeled chair to the corner of the room and out of her way. Taking his cock into her hand, she looked up to meet his blown, amber eyes. “Just to help? T-to hurry the process, right?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, “but, I wouldn’t mind if you took your time.”

Giving a few, testing strokes, she held as much of his cock that she could manage in her small fist. She went slow, from tip to base. Miles shuttered a bit, hips threatening to snap up into her hand.

“You’re a little fuckin’ tease, aren’t you? Gonna– fuck,” he clenched his jaw, “gonna actually take your time, huh? Ain’t know you’d listen t’me.”

Taking her other hand, she takes her fingers and traces around his tip, collecting the slick and rubbing it in. She felt it kick in her hands, and gave it a sharp squeeze.

“God, just– let go, c’mon.”

She let go quickly. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to!”

Quaritch took a breath through his nose and patted his lap. “Come here, come on. That’s right.”

She sat, facing him. Her blue scrubs made euphoric friction against his cock, gliding across the length as she got comfortable.

“I’ve gotten a taste of you, darlin’,” he started, “I won’t be able to hold back. Can’t cum inside that fuckin’ cup.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, mouth parting slightly as she felt his hands reach under her shirt. “Colonel?”

“Ain’t no point in growing another recom in a lab with my DNA,” he started, leaning to her neck, letting the warmth of his breath hit the exposed skin, “when I could put my DNA inside of you. Gonna let me breed you? Huh?”

He held onto the swell of her breast under the shirt, running a thumb over her hard nipple.

“Gonna let me fuck a hybrid into you?”

Her mouth hung open for a second, unanswering. “Colonel….”

“Answer me, missy. Gonna do it? Let me fill you up with a fuckin’ alien baby.”

A slow nod was all he needed to see. In a swift movement, she felt her body turned and pushed, her back on the table.

“Careful, please,” she mumbled, lips raw from her chewing them nervously.

“No time for ‘careful,’ honey, I gotta take you nice and rough.” Quaritch pulled her pants and panties down, balling the fabric up and tossing them into a corner in the office. He brought his fingers to her cunt, collecting the slick leaking from her hole. “Worked up, huh?”

He placed one hand over her thigh, pulling her legs apart. She instinctively tried to close them back, unsuccessfully.

“Keep ‘em open, I need to get you prepped for me.” He took one finger and rocked it into her, reaching to the far back of her walls. “All this talk got you wet already,” he said, feeling his finger slip in and out with ease.

“Wait, I’m close, really close,” she said, legs starting to shake.

A dry chuckle left Quaritch’s mouth. “Yeah? I won’t stop you. Cum.” His fingers curled into the gummy spot in her, abusing the sensitive area. A soft clenching trapped the digit, tightening over him for a few moments. “There, there you go.”

“Thank you, yes– fuck!”

“One load ain’t enough for you, huh?” His eyes were completely blown and lust-filled. “God– your greedy little cunt, milkin’ me dry.”

“Please, one more time– one more. Want your babies so bad!” she moaned, voice completely punched out. Her whines were breathless, and broken.

Quaritch gave a soft hum as he continued at the same pace, slotting his hips between hers roughly. The squelches of her messy, wet cunt filled his ears and egged him on further. Dribbles of his cum from earlier dripped out of her with each of his thrusts.

“I’m just gonna seed you, girl. Spill my fuckin’ cum all in you for second time so it takes.”

Her walls clenched around his cock at his words, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“You like that, yeah?”

“Yes, yes—”

“Keep clenching on me, keep me nice and hard,” he growled into her ear gently licking the shell of it after he finished talking, “God– you got me right on the edge.”

“Don’t make me wait,” she sobbed, feeling herself go blind from pleasure.

“So greedy, so– so impatient.” Quaritch held onto her hips, using her hips for further leverage as he fucked her into the table.

“Cum– cum in me, please, Colonel, one more time.”

Her begging threw him over the edge, and he spilled his second load into her, his cock kicking as he did.

“Fuck, sweet girl, there you go. Not even gonna pull out of you, gotta keep you plugged up.” He sat up, pulling her on his lap, dick still inside.

“Do you think I’ll actually, uhm, you know?” she sighed, looking a bit concerned.

“Get pregnant? I don’t know, girl. Maybe not. Or maybe you will, and you’ll get full with some little recom soldier babies.” He ran his hand over her cheek before speaking again, “Maybe I should fill you up again. Third time’s a charm.”

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50calmadeuce · 2 months

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Ch. 10: Texas Memories

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

Before:

Leaning against some pillows on Jake's bedroom at his parent's place, you tapped the answer button on the iPad, and immediately, an image of Jake, shirtless and with his dog tags hanging between his defined pectoral muscles, appeared on your screen.

"Hey, darlin'," he greeted.

"This is certainly a pleasant surprise. What's the occasion for this view?" you inquired.

"Just calling to give you a heads up on my next duty station."

It had been six weeks since Jake had departed from his family's home in Texas, while you remained there for a class.

"And?" you inquired, full of anticipation.

"I'm being assigned to Kingsville, Texas."

"Jake! That's fantastic! Your mom's going to be thrilled!"

"And what about you?"

"Jake, I wrap up this class in a few days, then I was offered a study in Wyoming, and then it's back to Wisconsin for me."

"Why don't you stay at my parents' place?"

You gave him a look. "Because we've been over this. The University of Madison has the best veterinary college in Wisconsin."

"Why not transfer to A&M?"

"Because a lot of my college credits won't transfer, that's why. Is there something you're not telling me?"

"No, I'm good."

Believing in his words, you chose to steer the conversation elsewhere. "So, how's the training going?"

"Good. I'm at the top of my class."

"Jake! That's fantastic! Have you made up your mind about what you want to fly?"

"I'm leaning towards the F-18 Super Hornet."

"That's a…?"

"It's a fighter jet."

"Oh," you respond quietly.

"Y/N, you knew flying was my goal."

"I did, but being a fighter pilot hadn't crossed my mind." You took a deep breath. "But if that's what you want, then go for it."

"How's school going?"

Glancing over on the bed, you caught sight of the white plastic pregnancy test that you had taken just minutes before, nervously twisting it in your hands as you awaited the results.

"It's going good. I'm finishing up this really interesting bioscience study."

"And that's what?"

"It's devoted to animal and human wellbeing and understanding to prevent and treat disease."

"Yeah. I've got nothing."

You let out a nervous laugh, your gaze fixed on the pregnancy test which now displayed the results. "Jake, there's something I need to tell you," you said, your tone shifting to a more serious note, and he could tell something was up.

Jake's attention snapped to you, his expression immediately shifting from casual to intensely focused, a trace of concern etching his features. He took a step closer, his eyes searching yours for a hint of what was about to come. "What's going on? Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry yet trying to remain calm for your sake.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you held up the pregnancy test to the camera so he could see the positive result. The silence that followed was heavy with anticipation, as you watched for his reaction, unsure of what to expect but hoping for his support.

After a moment that felt much longer than it actually was, Jake's face transformed from concern to a mixture of surprise and joy. "Is this…? Are we…?" He couldn't seem to find the right words, his usual eloquence replaced by a rare loss for words.

You nodded, a small smile breaking through your nervousness. "Yes, we're going to have a baby."

"OMG!" Jake exclaimed as you watched him jump up and down excitedly on your iPad.

Jake's excitement was palpable even through the digital screen, his joy transcending the distance between you. He stopped jumping and leaned closer to the iPad, his face filling the screen. "This is the best news ever, Y/N! I can't believe we're going to have a baby!"

His enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within you. It was a relief to see him so happy, and it made the moment even more special, sharing it together even if it was through a screen.

"I wish I could be there with you right now," Jake said, his voice softening, a hint of longing in his eyes. "To hold you, to celebrate together... But we'll make up for it, I promise."

You reached out, touching the screen where his face was, wishing for the umpteenth time that he was there with you. "I know, Jake. It's okay. Just having you here with me like this means everything. And knowing you're just as excited about our baby makes this moment perfect."

Jake placed his hand against the screen, mirroring your action, creating a moment of connection despite the physical distance. "As soon as I can, I'll be there with you. We have so much to look forward to, Y/N. You, me, and our little one. We're going to be a family, and I'm going to be the best dad ever. Just you wait and see."

The promise in his words filled you with warmth and an unshakeable belief in the future you were building together. "I know you will, Jake. I can't wait for us to start this new chapter together. I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N. More than anything." His smile was a beacon of hope, lighting up the path to your shared future, no matter how challenging the journey might be.

Three months later...

Gradually, you opened your eyes, taking a moment to acclimate to the glaring brightness and the persistent beeping that filled the room. The first thing that came into focus was Cindy's face hovering over you.

"Y/N, how are you feeling?" she inquired, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Where am I?" you managed to ask, feeling the dryness in your throat.

A man dressed in a white doctor's coat turned towards you. "Hello, Y/N. I'm Doctor Buchanan. How are you feeling?"

A dull ache throbbed in your abdomen. "Sore," you replied.

"As you would be after being kicked by a horse," the doctor responded.

You turned to Cindy. "What happened?"

"You were examining a horse during a class, and when you pressed on another sore spot, it kicked," he explained.

Suddenly, the memory of the baby flooded back, and you turned anxiously to the doctor. "The baby. What about the baby?"

"Y/N, I'm sorry," the doctor said gently. "The kick led to a miscarriage. But everything else seems to be okay, which means you can try again in the future."

Feeling a profound sense of loss, you sank back into the pillows, the tears beginning to flow unchecked.

Cindy gave the doctor a nod. "Thank you, Doctor."

Observing your tears, the doctor offered a sympathetic look. "I'll come back later," he said, before exiting the room.

Turning her focus to you, Cindy's expression was one of concern. "Y/N, why didn't you tell us?"

"I only found out a few months ago and had just told Jake. We wanted to make sure first and he wanted it to be a surprise for you all," you explained, your voice laden with emotion. "Where's Jake?"

"He's on his way home. He managed to catch a flight about an hour ago."

"Does he know about the baby?"

"No, I just found out myself," she replied softly.

"He's going to be devastated," you remarked, your voice slightly cracking.

Cindy continued to remove pieces of hair that had fallen onto your face. "He will be, but I'm sure he'll manage."

You turned to Cindy. "The house isn't even done being built yet. Until then, I can't go home."

"You'll stay with us. You don't need to worry."

"But I was supposed to go back before."

"It'll be okay. Do you want some water?"

"I'd love a sip."

Cindy extended her hand, picked up a cup filled with ice chips, and gently placed one in your mouth. Just then, her phone chimed. She reached for it and glanced at the screen. "Glen has just picked up Jake from the airport. They're on their way here now," she informed you, her voice a mix of relief and apprehension at the impending reunion. "You get some sleep, okay? I'll be right here."

You offered a weak nod, feeling the weight of your eyelids become too much to resist. As sleep began to envelop you, the events of the day seemed to drift away into the distance.

As you stirred from your sleep, you felt a gentle kiss pressed against your forehead and the comforting warmth of a hand holding yours.

Blinking your eyes open, you found yourself gazing into a pair of green eyes filled with concern and upset, silently conveying a depth of emotion that words couldn't capture.

"Jake," you whispered softly.

"Hey, darlin'," he replied, his voice tender. He then leaned in to gently kiss your lips, offering a moment of comfort amidst the turmoil. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore, but okay," you responded, trying to muster a reassuring tone.

Jake's gaze lingered on you, a mix of hope and fear in his eyes. "And the baby?"

Tears began to well up in your eyes as the weight of the news you had to share pressed down on you. "Jake… I'm so sorry," you managed to say, your voice breaking with emotion.

Jake tenderly cupped your cheek with his hand, his touch a source of comfort. "Darlin', it's okay. You're okay, and that's what's most important," he reassured you, his voice steady and full of unwavering support.

"I just want to go home," you murmured, longing for the comfort of familiar surroundings.

Jake gave you a look of understanding, his resolve clear. "I'll see what I can do," he promised, ready to take action on your behalf.

Several hours later, with gentle care, Jake assisted you into his parents' house and then into his own bed within his bedroom, ensuring your comfort and safety every step of the way.

You pulled the comforter over yourself, adjusting the soft fabric around you to make yourself as comfortable as possible in the cozy surroundings.

Jake leaned down and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. "Get some rest, darlin'," he whispered, offering a moment of solace and care.

"Jake. Lay with me," you requested, your voice carrying a longing for his presence beside you.

Jake quickly stripped down to his boxers, his dog tags clinking softly as they settled between his chest muscles, and then he carefully climbed into bed beside you. Gently, he wrapped an arm around you, his concern evident in his voice. "This doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked, making sure his embrace was comforting rather than painful.

"No," you replied, finding solace in his proximity as you snuggled closer to him. "I've missed you, Jake."

"I know, darlin'," he responded, his voice carrying a note of solemn understanding. "Maybe you should quit school and come with me," Jake repeated, his suggestion hanging in the air between you.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you turned to face him more directly. "What?"

"Quit school and come with me," he said again, his proposal clear and earnest.

"No, Jake. Why would I do that? I have an opportunity to go back to Wyoming and examine some cattle there during the summer," you responded, emphasizing the importance of your career and the opportunities ahead of you. Your tone conveyed both surprise and a gentle reminder of your commitment to your own path.

"I just thought it might be safer," Jake explained, trying to justify his suggestion.

"Safer for who? Me or for you?" you asked, seeking clarity on his motivations.

"Y/N, just calm down. It was only a suggestion," Jake attempted to soothe the rising tension.

"No, Jake. It wasn't just a suggestion. I know you," you countered, implying there was more beneath the surface of his proposal, highlighting the depth of understanding between you two and the complexity of the decision at hand. "Then you quit being a pilot."

His eyes widened at your response. "No," he stated firmly, then took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "Y/N, you're supposed to be relaxing," he reminded, his tone softening, indicating his concern for your wellbeing amidst the emotional exchange.

Feeling the weight of the moment, you turned back around and nestled yourself deeper into the blankets, seeking comfort in their warmth and the familiar surroundings, allowing the tension to ebb away as you focused on resting and healing. You felt Jake let out a sigh beside you, a sound that carried a mix of frustration and resignation.

As you woke the next morning, the bed beside you was notably empty. Your gaze swept the room, a silent query to the whereabouts of Jake. Then, the inviting aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, drawing your attention and stirring a gentle hunger. With careful movements, mindful of your recent physical and emotional strains, you eased out of bed, and headed towards the kitchen where Cindy stood at the stove.

"Morning, Y/N. How are you feeling?" Cindy inquired with a warm tone as you entered the kitchen.

"Still a bit sore. Have you seen Jake?" you asked, hoping to find him nearby.

Cindy looked at you, a hint of surprise in her expression. "He left early this morning," she informed you, not expecting your reaction.

Your eyes widened in disbelief and concern. "He did what?" The news of his unexpected departure caught you off guard, stirring a mix of emotions and questions about the reasons behind his sudden exit.

Confused, Cindy looked at you. "He said he told you."

Seeing the confusion on Cindy's face, you quickly explained, "He didn't tell me anything about leaving."

Concerned and eager for answers, you excused yourself and made your way back to the bedroom, where your cellphone had been left untouched since the night before. With a sense of urgency, you picked up the device and scrolled through to find Jake's number. Once located, you dialed his number, each ring echoing your growing apprehension and the need for clarity on his sudden departure.

As the call went to voicemail, a sigh escaped your lips, disappointment mingling with concern. "Jake, it's me. Where are you? Call me back," you spoke into the phone, your voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of worry. After hanging up, you returned to the kitchen, trying to mask your unease.

Cindy glanced up as you entered, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Any response?" she asked, hoping for some good news.

"Nothing," you replied, a hint of frustration in your voice as you placed your cellphone on the table. Cindy, sensing your distress, gently set a plate of food in front of you, perhaps hoping that the gesture might offer a small comfort amidst the morning's unsettling start.

As you settled into the comforting embrace of the outdoor papasan chair, wrapped in the warmth of a blanket with a book in hand, the sudden ring of your cellphone broke the tranquil morning silence. Seeing Jake's face flash on the screen, a rush of mixed emotions flooded through you.

"Jake! Where are you?" you answered, your voice a blend of relief and urgency, eager to finally hear his voice and understand the reason behind his unexpected departure.

Jake's voice came through, clear yet tinged with a seriousness that immediately set you on edge. "I'm back at the base."

The simplicity of his statement did little to soothe the whirlwind of questions in your mind. "Why didn't you tell me you had to go back?"

His response was unexpected, causing a deeper furrow in your confusion. "I didn't because I didn't have to. I made the decision."

Confusion swept over your face, a tangible reflection of the turmoil inside. "I don't understand." The words slipped out, a verbal embodiment of your attempt to grasp the situation. His decision, made without warning or explanation, left you searching for clarity amidst the sudden shift in your shared reality.

The conversation took a sharp, abrupt turn as Jake spoke again, his voice carrying a weight that suggested an underlying urgency or perhaps a discomfort with the conversation. "Look. I have to go. I'll talk to you later."

The quickness of his departure from the call didn't escape you, nor did the subtle hint of hurt in his voice, a detail that tugged at your heart. With a mixture of frustration and sadness, you found yourself responding almost instinctively, voicing the thought that had been gnawing at the back of your mind since his suggestion the night before. "It's because I won't quit, isn't it Jake?"

The words hung in the air, a silent plea for understanding, for a deeper explanation that might bridge the growing gap between you. The connection was severed before you could explore further. As the call ended, the arm holding your cellphone dropped to your lap, the device now a heavy weight carrying the silence of the unresolved conversation. The moment was a mix of disbelief and sorrow, a mental scramble to piece together the sudden shift in your relationship dynamics.

Cindy, sensing the change in atmosphere, chose that moment to walk out the back door. Her presence, always a comforting constant, felt especially needed now. Noticing your distress, she approached with a blend of concern and motherly intuition.

"Y/N. You okay?" Her voice was gentle, an anchor in the storm of emotions you found yourself adrift in.

"I'm okay. I was just on the phone with Jake."

"What did he say?"

You shrugged. "Nothing really. He's upset I won't quit my schooling because of the loss of the baby."

Cindy's expression softened with understanding, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and empathy. "Y/N. I'm so sorry. Jake can be…" She paused, seemingly searching for the right words, understanding the complexity of emotions involved.

You interrupted her, not wanting to place blame or dwell on the negative. "No. It's okay. I leave for Wyoming next week." Your voice carried a determination, a clear indication that despite the emotional turmoil, you were set on moving forward with your plans and commitments.

Cindy nodded, respecting your decision. "Well, I just want you to know that we're here for you, no matter what. And if you need anything while you're in Wyoming, you just let us know."

"I will. Thank you."

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transhawks · 11 months

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sorry for the cringe ask pls ignore if you want but with these chapters of the todofam do yuo think it is like "wrong" to not see anything poetic/pretty/anything like that about the family and mostly touya and endeavor situation? ive seen all these texts (not here though) abt how touya loves his father and is a Liar™ while also ignoring most of what he went through and his feelings of anger and bitterness i mean... sure there is/was love behind the hurt but i feel like i read the story wrongly

Okay, let's break down your ask a bit because it's not that I think you read the story wrong, it's that there's a missing component that I see a lot of people miss when it comes to stories like this:

you can love your abuser.

most of us love our abusers.

Now, and I think this is something I believe that uhh I've argued with my friends over - I don't know how much parents who abuse their kids "love" them. It's complicated and a case-by-case basis, but I want to say that often it's love for what they want the child to be, not the child themselves. I've said it a few times over the years: out of the all the Todoroki children, the only child that got Enji as an actual father from the start was Touya. Toddler Shouto is scared of him, Enji seemingly didn't interact much with Natsuo as a baby or toddler, maybe to avoid the issue he had with Touya. And, well, bluntly, Fuyumi was essentially a baby sister for Touya's sake. Add to that the Japanese tradition of male primogeniture, and you get a very, very strong reason for why Touya loves his father and hates him at the same time, especially since this is met with apathy from Enji's end (as Touya thinks). As @pikahlua said recently, the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference. The actions and desperations of Todoroki Touya to be seen by the man he loves, no matter if the man in question doesn't deserve this adoration, are signs of a child yearning to be loved by his father, not ignored. Now, let's break down your ask: "Poetic/pretty"

Abuse isn't poetic or pretty. It's abuse. It's messy, and it creates rifts and broken, messy people who don't make sense and move through the world breaking things further. I know that's quite a harsh thing to say about other victims like this, but I'm not going to candy-coat it - victimhood is not virtuous. Being abused and victimized doesn't automatically make you good person or a better person, and you are not a better person for having struggled. In fact, honestly, trying to do good will be that much harder. And this is exactly why cycles of abuse are replicated.

Touya is both a liar and he isn't - because he's abused and that creates irrational feelings about the abuser and what happened. His lies are mostly to himself. That's how you get Touya maniacally making a video decrying all of hero society propping up abusers while trying to murder his younger brother in sheer jealousy that he wasn't abused the way he was.

I'm going to use the same words I use for Hawks: when are you people going to understand people who are fucked in the head are fucked in the head?

To me it makes sense that Touya has conflicting thoughts and feelings because people, especially mentally people who got there due to abuse, have conflicting thoughts and feelings. That's what you go to therapy to fix. (no one in BNHA goes to therapy) So, where does that leave you, anon? I think it's again about a greater question of what kind of stories you want to read. I will always agree we need more stories where child abuse victims walk away from their families and get to be happy about it. I get that the reconciliation stories like Encanto have their place, but for so long that's been such a big narrative in why people like me have to continue to have ties with people who hurt us. But BNHA isn't bucking that formula.

Horikoshi's own experiences and perspectives on abuse want wish fulfillment. And in his wishes, he wants the abuser to say sorry. Most abusers never get to where Enji has gotten. However, a good chunk of people don't want Enji to even say "I'm sorry" in the first place, and that's where I feel the story was just not written with them in mind. So, if you read the story wrong, it's because you wanted something different from it. You wanted a different type of narrative of abuse. Neither Horikoshi or you are wrong in wanting or writing this sort of story, it's just that the story is not for you. And accepting that will make you a happier person in the long run. Sometimes stories just aren't for you. I keep beating this like a dead horse; a large amount of the fandom, especially among my fellow villain-stans, didn't heed my warnings that the story wasn't going to end with what they wanted and they'd end up frustrated and angry at spending so much time for something that feels flat to them because they couldn't adjust their expectations. Lo and behold, it's too late now and now people are in their feelings about something they could have simply dropped or accepted. I'm sorry the story isn't for you and I hope you find a manga that suits you better in the future.

#asks #dabi #todorokis #todoroki touya

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autism-corner · 10 months

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Sin and blood.2

ll 650 words ll ft. Asmo comforting you after you show up filthy and bloody on the steps of the HOL ll angst/comfort ll x reader ll Levi's version ll Belphie's version ll

Your first mess-up was awkward. None of the brothers had expected you to ever snap. But you did, and it was only natural. Living with literal demons only made the clock tick closer to your eventual sins.

It wasn't like you hadn't 'sinned' before, according to the vague moral lines that were set by human societies. You've sneaked items past check-outs, looked upon others with hatred, and lied to those with power. None of that makes you less human.

What you did however, was demon-worthy. You returned to the House of Lamentation with shame and the remaining anger, now mostly pointed at yourself. You didn't mean to break. You didn't mean to break anything. You didn't want to harm them.

Red-faced, with blood still dripping from your fingers, clothing drenched with however many liquids, you stood in front of them. There was no sound other than the drips, slowly creating a puddle on the ground. As the puddle grew, he was the first one to move.

Asmo had stood in your place before. His first hunt had also left his brothers in silence. Knowing anything is better than standing and sulking, he broke the quiet. "Darling, are you okay?" His voice was soft and his feet slowly crept closer, his hand already reaching for you. You can't bear to answer. Teeth clamped together, you suddenly feel his soothing hands on your face. His rose eyes met yours, and you get pulled back to reality. Asmo, your Asmo, is putting your well-being above his cleanliness. He didn't care that dirt would get under his nails, that blood would stain his own hands. You were more important.

Without saying another word, he pulled you even closer. His arms embraced you. A hand reached for the back of your head, urging it to rest on his shoulder. "Let me clean you up." He whispered. You nod.

His hand left your waist and crept lower, hoisting up your legs. He carried you trough the HOL, his reassuring words never stopping. "You'll be alright." & "We can fix it all" & "I'm glad you're still here" & "I love you". They kept flowing out of him. When you finally got to his bathroom, he reached to undress you. His touches weren't filled with lust, like the many other times he's done this. They were filled with care and admiration. He kept saying the sweet things, and caressed your body in calming ways. When you were finally naked, he placed you in his tub.

"I've had my fair share of situations like this, darling. I promise you I can get you clean." Slipping in behind you, he reached for one of his shampoo's. "I've found that this one works absolute wonders, you know." He squirts some of the liquid on his hands, and reaches for your hair. While calmly massaging the filth out of it, he began to talk about his own blunders. "I understand this is traumatizing, and you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to." He turned your face towards his, and slowly started to wash away the blood. "My first time was horrible as well, but you get used to it. Somehow, you get used to it.".

As he worked his way down your body, turning the water brown, he told you about his times. The reasons, ways and comforts he had found trough his experiences. He told you that loving, personal contact always calms him down after. How the feeling of holding the person you love makes all the current worries go away.

Even after your body was cleaned, after all the filthy water had been replaced with something new and fresh, you both stayed in the bath. Inching closer together till there wasn't any space left, you spend the rest of the time. Asmo held and comforted you, wiped away the tears, and shed a few of his own. Despite the circumstances, you felt okay. You felt good, even. Asmo was here for you, with you. That would never change.

#=w=b #asmo time!#man ive been in the dumps lately huh.#i know i said i wanted to do belphie or mephi but. sometimes things happen and i'll need asmo support okay #obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #my work #sillyposting #man.#x reader

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denningsjawbreaker · 8 months

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MAMA'S HERE

Part One : Restless Nights

by: denningsjawbreaker

summary: decided to write if Carol Denning had a daughter named Rennie Denning who was born in 1980s and her story and point of view + flashbacks. It would also take place in the 80s , 90s, and present time, so young Carol and Present Carol will be featured.

warning ⚠️?! : angst, cursing...etc

Rennie's Journal - 1994 ( 14 years old )

Dear Diary .... scratch fucking that. Hello Rascals , today's special is sorely about me. My fucked up life. My fucked up family . Just everything fucked up. My therapist requested I write everything out in a journal. I laughed at it because I doubt it would work but why not give it a try. I'm bored and my new foster family sucks major ass and they really don't give three dog shits about me.

I've honestly have been feeling so upset and just physically and mentally stressed out. Head aches have been worse and school SUCKS. I dont remember the last time I was happy. To be honest what is that? I want to leave this house. Im tired of going from different homes. Im tired of being bullied and teased because I'm a fucking foster child . It's not my fault my mother Carol is a psychotic murderer.

This is HER fucking fault. She made my life like this. She knew her actions and she still decided to make the killing spree on my aunt Debbie . Honestly I don't think she ever gave a shit about me. Now she fucked up my life and I'm an angst teen with mental problems and I'm always in bad situations. It's like her morals created horrible curses on my future .

I will never forgive her. She hurt me. She ruined my fucking life. How does one mother person do that to another individual that you're supposed to care for.

I don't ever think she cared.

Flashback - 1983 ( Denning House ) ( 3 years old )

[ a few months before the incident and the parents aren't there as they are out btw ]

Carol sighs tiredly as she gets home from a night shift from Domingos Diner that Barb and her work. She removes her coat and scarf and kicks off her shoes and throws herself on the living room couch.

She sighs and lets her eyes close for a moment.

" Mama ? " a small childlike voice appears and Carol shoots up and sees her three year old daughter standing in the middle of the small living room holding a broken bear .

Carol smiles softly masking her tiredness and sits up patting the empty area next to her .

" Hey little rascal , come sit next to mama... Mama's so tired but Mama can make an exception for her baby " Carol smiles wide and fixes her glasses as little Rennie goes and plops on the couch next to her mother.

" Mama tired ? Mama sleep and eat ! " Rennie suggests and plays with Carol's bracelet that Rennie had made for her . Carol places Rennie on her lap and strokes Rennie's small curls and sighs " Mama will sleep and Mama ate at her job it's okay . Where is everyone else? " Carol looks around at the silent house .

Rennie swings her little legs and shrugs. " They out. Auntie Barb not home ? " she lays against her mother's chest not noticing the tension.

Carol's lip curled at the mention of her parents just leaving and forgetting about her child. Of course they aren't here . Couldn't even bring themselves to take care of her offspring just so they can be at that little fucking cunt's meet . Fucking Barbarian. Out with her lil whore of a boyfriend and couldn't even give Carol a ride home.

Carol let's out a heavy sigh and looks down at Rennie with a forced smile.

" That's okay. Mama is home now maybe we can watch something okay? " Carol suggests and Rennie claps her hands her little curls bouncing.

" YAY! I love watching with Mama! We watch Sesame Street Mama! I love Big Bird ! " Carol chuckles at the excitement and goes to turn the TV on and the silence is replaced with the theme song of Sesame Street.

Carol sighs and is holding on a wiggly Rennie who is clapping and singing to the music . Carol never really had anyone to rely on. Being a loner at school and having no real idea of love or any sort of guidance. When she had Rennie , let just say she was nervous and scared as much as Carol hated to admit. It was one time Carol had tried to find her pleasure of a good time and it all ended up on her fallen pregnant.

Revealing to her parents was even worse. At least her mom had convinced her dad to let them stay (which honestly was the only time Carol had been defended by her mother ). She never saw herself as a mother figure to anyone and she couldn't understand why the universe decided to grace her with such an amazing child .

Carol look towards her young daughter who was now fast asleep in her arms and with her small lips parted . Carol smiled softly, heart strings pulling seeing this miracle in her arms. As much as Carol was afraid of what was to come during motherhood, she was grateful at the same time. Having someone that actually loved Carol and not shaming her for the little crap she does was a relief for her.

And for the first time ever , Carol felt happy .

" My little rascal...I love you so much. I'll always be here.. Mama's here. " Carol whispers before closing her eyes as well holding onto her babygirl. Both drifting off the tiredness from there body.

[ Kid you not I have no clue WHY I DECIDED TO DO THIS NOW I COMPLETELY AM NOT OKAY FUCK .. ANYGAYS COMMENT IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED ]

#carol denning x reader #carol denning imagine #orange is the new black imagine #ashley jordyn #henny russell #little debbie murderers #oitnb #young carol #present carol #carol denning #explore #story #daughter reader #daughter oc #oc

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thrawns-backrest · 6 months

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I decided to bring a pretty crazy thing here, hehe.

There is a popular series of books in Russia that is not very well known abroad. The idea is that in this world there are cyborgs that look like ordinary people, but are sold as machines. There are combat cyborgs, nanny cyborgs, etc. In general, these are truly machines, but some cyborgs (combats and spies) can acquire human feelings and personality from a time - they are called “thwarted” and are immediately destroyed when discovered. It is totally legally. But there are people who, contrary to the general trend, are kind to such creatures and help them hide, accept them as friends and family members, or even fight for their rights.

So, I've been thinking for a long time about an AU in which Ronan is not human. He is one of those machines that has gained mind, which was noticed by his owner. In a panic (because thwarted cyborgs are often aggressive, as a rule, there are reasons for this, but people don’t care about it), he used cruelty, but did not call a special team to destroy the “thwarted” cyborgs, because he thought that his “machine” is no longer viable because of him, so to speak. So he just threw it out of sight. However, Krennic, who was probably just relaxing while hanging around the city, came across a cyborg who was still alive. He understood what was happening, but for some reason decided not to report it to the appropriate place or simply leave it. He found a specialist who could fix the cyborg, and then helped him pretend to be a human and join the Empire as his assistant (after all, this guy will definitely be forever grateful to him and will do anything for him, right?). I have two options for what could happen next:

1) In Ronan's Ascendancy recruitment scene, Thrawn would have caught him not hating Palpatine, but by recognizing who he really was. Krennic would make sure Ronan didn't give himself away even to the most powerful scanners and so on, but hey, Thrawn can't be fooled!

2) The scene from Treason would have gone the same way as in the canon, but later (I did not think through this moment in detail) a situation would have been created where Ronan again ended up on the Chimera or in another imperial facility. It would create a situation where, in order to protect everyone, he would have to give himself away and use his potential as a machine to repel an attack that could not be stopped in any other way. Ronan would be sure that now he would either be destroyed or simply kicked out in disgrace, but, as we know, Thrawn is not one of those who judge by origin. He would have allowed him to stay… which earned him eternal devotion, in fact, but Ronan still continued to bark at him, so as not to give away a change in his attitude simply out of stubbornness :D

okay first of all, sorry for how late this is lol, secondly THIS GIVES ME SUCH STRONG DETROIT BECOME HUMAN VIBES HOLY SHIT. I don't know if you've heard of dbh but it has a similar premise and I was obsessed with it for a while. the reason I'm bringing this up is because in dbh androids had little circular led lights on the side of their head which would glow blue for stable, yellow for strained and red for instability. and when they became deviant (gained consciousness) the lights would correspond to their emotions and mood. anyway this whole tangent is to say that if Ronan was an android his led would be red all the time and it would be hilarious

now back on track

I REALLY love this idea, the image of Ronan standing quietly while Krennic pokes around inside some open panel to do some maintenance instantly popped into my mind. And it's in character for Krennic to take advantage of this opportunity to cultivate a loyal subordinate (plus he'll have his very own life size doll to play dress up with lol). Maybe they even had this long period where Ronan was still a bit beat up and missing some parts so he couldn't walk around in public. And in that interim he only knew the person who cared for and helped fix him, namely Krennic.

both of these scenarios work really well! in fact one way Thrawn could catch him is thanks to his infrared vision, a machine could possibly simulate human body heat but with the amount of attention Thrawn pays to it, he would have figured out something was off eventually. This scenario could also work alongside canon, I think. Thrawn could use this as additional blackmail to Ronan's beliefs (imagine if that's what made Vader even more dangerous to him, he would instantly recognize he's not looking at a human because of the Force). Another candidate for figuring it out would be Dayja because our boy is so clever - he'd probably postpone bringing it up because the most valuable information is the one only you know and by the time he decides to do something with it, Ronan would already have been spirited away to the Ascendancy.

And oooh the second one is interesting! One thing that instantly comes to mind (totally not because I've considered it a thousand times for dbh fics haha) is that machines can probably sustain a lot more damage than humans so they could step into the line of fire to protect one. Even just getting injured would give him away which makes the scene on the Firedrake all the more interesting because Ronan came within an inch of getting shot which in this case would have given him away in front of everyone.

"but Ronan still continued to bark at him, so as not to give away a change in his attitude simply out of stubbornness" LOL Ronan's cat like attitude strikes again! He acts like he hates his master but really he's actually very loyal. It's even funnier because Krennic is that one 'owner' that the cat sucks up to and no one even knows why. Only the cat.

#thank you for the ask!!#now all my dbh feels are coming back again #it doesn't help that my dbh blorbo was just as prickly as Ronan #Gavin Reed my beloved I miss him so much

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shattered-sparks · 6 months

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Regarding that Google Doc/Callout

First things first, yeah, that was me. I'm not going to hide that I did that stuff. But I'm also not going to try and explain it away either cause I've know for a long time now that I fucked up, massively. If you no longer wish to associate with me I understand but I do want to say I have stopped doing those things. I know what I did was wrong and I have no plans on ever making those same mistakes again. (If it is any reassurance even the doc makers have said that I stopped)

So yeah, I accidently groomed a minor. I know I did, I've known for a while now. But if you're willing to hear me out I have some things to say regarding this. I know who Y/N is. It's not hard to figure out given how the doc was written out. Y/N is 2D/Dreadmust. Jade and 2D are the ex friends that I have been vague posting about. (Update, to respect the wishes of Y/N I want to correct that 2D isn't Y/N. But Y/N has come out to say that they no longer stand by the doc)

--- I know the main question is going to be why did I do the things I did. Well there's a few reasons actually. 1. I was groomed myself in the past. Sexual content normalized and that it was okay for Minors to be around and see such things. 2. Jade presented their discomfort of sexual things as a trigger, and I wanted to help them. I didn't want them to suffer with a trigger and the only way I knew how to deal with Triggers at the time was to face them head on. This wasn't any way shape or form okay but no one was there to stop me. No one was there to tell me otherwise. So with 2D another adult in the situation enabling it as I was enabling them it was a growing problem that only recently been dealt with. (I want it noted that I didn't know the full definition of grooming when I did and say those things in the google doc) Reader I want to bring up something here. The whole reason why the doc was even created in the first place.

This google doc wasn't created for the safety of others. Wasn't created to warn others of my actions, rather to try and gain a advantage over petty personal drama. If they truly felt like I was a pedophile and a groomer they would've made the doc out of protection of others, not for the reasons they have given.

--- A few mislanious thoughts of mine given as I am writing this I am having a trauma response as I have a history of online harassment via making big claims like these. 1. This whole situation happened because I stopped accidently grooming Jade. They only knew that I was because I was the one who told them.

2. The doc was created because the two couldn't handle knowing that I wasn't the one causing the several arguments that led up to us 3 no longer being friends. 3. I did everything I could do make sure Jade wasn't apart of or could see anything regarding the sexual Au 4. I'm not the only adult at fault in this situation as Jade and 2D dated for months on end. Doing sexual things together without my input. I also want it to be know that they only started dating as both had gained crushes on one another. 5. for me being so hypocritical you two sure wanted to make sure 2D being a pedophile himself wasn't made public. My last thoughts is if anyone has any questions I'll gladly answer. But as for Jade and 2D. You don't want me to better myself. You don't want to be my friend again. You just wanted to be petty and make something personal that has already been dealt with a fixed public to try and prove a point. Fuck off.

#coyote noises #Callout bullshit

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insomniac-jay · 10 months

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Sneak peek for The Heroes

"Last night, yet another gang war erupted; this time in the residential district of downtown Kobe. The cause? The drug known as Ace-" The screen went black.

Sol turned towards Yukito with a look on his face that could only say "What the actual fuck?" He was sure they were thinking the same thing, that is couldn't be real.

"No..." Yukito ran his fingers through his hair. It couldn't be true. He could hardly believe it-- even his cigarette hung off his lips from such disbelief. "This cannot be real. I know there's not gang wars over this shit."

"But there is!" Sol flailed his arms in exasperation. Yukito couldn't have been so nonchalant about this when the situation is escalating. "Can you imagine my horror when I heard that on the news this morning?! And then I got an email from Sir Nighteye saying that we need to declare a public emergency!"

Yukito extinguished his cigarette then stood up. "Okay, okay. This shit is starting to go too far, but we can fix this before shit absolutely hits the fan."

For the past few days, gang wars have been erupting all around Japan for one thing: Ace. Plus his investigation into Typhon had hit a bump due to not having a mole.

"Well tick tock then, Yukito, because things are about to spiral out of our control even more. And we don't have a mole-"

"If you needed a mole, why didn't you just say so, Frosty?"

Both men turned to see a familiar face standing in the doorway. She was a tall, slender woman with warm brown skin and big dark brown eyes. Atop her head was a pair of white rabbit ears. In her palm was a yoyo.

Quick Escape Hero - White Rabbit (Kaguya Usakan)

Quirk: Rabbit Hole - Kaguya can create and link portals or use doorways, holes, and other openings as portals that she and others can travel through

"Kaguya!"

Kaguya smiled and walked towards the pair. "I can't believe you come to me for information and still don't come to me for a job like that."

"Being a mole is dangerous, Kaguya, especially with Typhon." Yukito warned. "If they find out who you are, they'll kill you or worse."

"Yukito Toshiba, I am both an escape artist and a spy." Kaguya put her hands on her hips. It's not like spying on big criminal organizations was something new to her. "I think I deserve some more action after all the favors I've done for you, old friend."

Yukito spoke up to protest, but stopped when Sol placed his hand on his shoulder. Then he sighed in defeat.

"Fine, but be careful."

Sol handed her a small spy camera and other tools she'd need. "We're counting on you, Kaguya. This could save many lives."

"You can count on me, boys." Kaguya smiled then went on her way. That left two men to their own devices.

"What do we do now? Sir Nighteye is expecting results and action." Sol asked. "We cannot afford to not uphold our end."

"At most, we can help Sir Nighteye. At least, we can take a small break." Yukito replied, pulling out a box of cigarettes. It was quickly snatched away before it could even be opened.

"You have a smoking problem."

"It relieves stress."

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @s0ursop @opalofoctober @elflynns-horde-of-stuff @pizzolisnacks @peachyblkdemonslayer @supermansbisexualson

#jay's writings #i actually have a lot more but i haven't been writing the chapter #bc i am divorced from bnha

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eomma-jpeg · 8 months

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1, 7, 17!

my triumphant return is now bc i really wanted to answer some asks lol

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

honestly i always go back to silly little fluffy one shots. i love writing happy characters mostly bc i fall in love with the ones that are sad T-T and i like to make them kiss !!! i love shipping and just want my favs to smooch !

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

okay,, so one of the chapters in in the meadow that i'm most proud of is chapter 7, which is when Vash and Knives TALK and if you want the full context its best to read the full chapter, but im going to insert one of my favorite chunks

The knob twisted and he peeked in through the crack, eyes immediately locking with his brother's. Met with his always intense gaze, Vash decided then and there he would not back down. Call it a sibling rivalry. "Took you long enough," Knives chided, relaxing his head back into the bed. His scolding honestly made Vash relax. Maybe this would just be a talk, nothing more, nothing less. Neither member expected much of the other, and if they came to any sort of consensus by the end, it would be a success. Vash made this quick resolution, a breath of relief escaping him. Vash moved into the room and closed the door behind him, "Sorry, I got caught up with something." "Get trapped in your sheets again?" Vash couldn't believe Knives was attempting to tease him, and tease him about something from their childhood. Deciding to play along, Vash replied, embarrassed, "You know that only happened one time." Knives just huffed, and it made Vash pause. The way he said his teasing comment wasn’t truly humorous, nor was it hateful or irritated. It was so mild, almost devoid of feeling, and Vash saw on Knives’ face what he was trying to hide. Taking a page right out of Vash’s book, Knives was deflecting; he was attempting to diffuse the situation or distract Vash from the pure panic in his eyes. Sympathy permeated his own expression unwillingly. Proceeding silently, Vash shifted the end table to the right of Knives just enough so he could sit on it. There weren’t any other pieces of furniture in the room that Vash could utilize, so the small desk would have to do.

I went over chapter 7 probably 1 billion times because i wanted to characterize Vash and Knives as best as possible. I don't think i'll ever do it perfectly bc theyre not my characters, but I think i did this chapter justice. BUT this section here kind of... reveals Knives to be just as scared as Vash is about any sort of reconciliation between them, and while in reality they would need so much more than just a simple conversation to fix everything (and they do) I like to think that I did well at creating a scenario where they could do that. I've read too many works where they create dumb excuses for getting characters to change or to talk and I didn't want to fall into that trap.

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

so as of late i do write from start to finish. I think it helps with the flow, and it incentivizes me to finish the whole thing lol. with in the meadow i had to bc i knew if i only wrote the scenes i wanted to write it would never get done lol

#ty roan <3 #asks #trigun #in the meadow #fic

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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🌿🍭🤲🧿

hiiii ty for sending this in!!

🌿how does creating make you feel?

so so sooooo good. like, when the words are flowing well and this tiny lil idea i had once is now turning into this fully fledged thing, it's just like. idk kind of magical. like I made this. I put these words down, in this order, and made these things happen. and I made people feel that thing because of it!! that's a powerful feeling!!

🍭why did you start writing?

because i had a story to tell! i had a story i wanted to fix, i had a story i wanted to continue, i had a story i wanted to create. i've always been good with words in the creative sense, and i've always enjoyed writing little stories as a kid. so it's only natural that that translated into my teenage and adult years too. it's fun to me, it gives me a creative outlet, it's something to do, it gets me validation lol.

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

so much!!! ive said it a few times now but it's my creative outlet! it gives me a space to like explore concepts that rotate around my brain, it's something i can project my hopes and dreams and wishes onto, it's something i can channel my feelings into. it gives me a sense of accomplishment, when i finish something, and it gives me validation when i post and people like it and comment on it. writing has also given me some of my best friends, too. through it i've met so many wonderful people, and i've made some amazing connections and i will ALWAYS be grateful for that.

🧿what steps do you take to not take things personally if a fic doesn't do well, or if your writing/posting/sharing experience isn't going how you'd like it to?

ha. hahahaha, yeahhhh this is a tough thing to do sometimes. like. ough. okay. ngl i am actively trying not to take certain things personally when it comes to writing. lol. it's hard! it's hard because, like, there's no explanation for why things are the way they are or why people say certain things or why people flock towards one thing over the other. it's hard not to make that (most times false!) connection that it has anything to do with you/your writing.

the best thing i can think of to do in these situations is to a. give yourself some distance and b. find someone you trust that you can talk to about it!

stop looking at the ao3 stats page, don't look at how many notes your post got, close that fic that isn't doing too well, take a break from that server that's bringing you down, unfollow that person that's saying things that are making you feel bad. like, you have to take care of yourself! and sometimes out of sight, out of mind is the best way to do that. and then finding someone you can talk to also helps because like sometimes you just get really in your head about things, and you need someone who had an outside perspective to remind you that it isn't like that, and that you are still good.

for things that aren't doing as well as i'd like them to, i also like to remember that, like, i am writing for myself first and foremost. so if other people don't like it, that doesn't matter. because i like it. and i know this is a lot harder to do than it seems, trust me, but like if you keep repeating that to yourself it does start to set in. ALSO, instead of focusing on how many people aren't reading it, i focus on how many people have read it. 20 kudos is still 20 sets of eyes on your work!! and like if you think of it like youre sitting in a room and 20 people come in, that's gonna be a crowded room! that's a lot of people! and THOSE people read your fic! THOSE people liked it! so like, focusing on what you have been given instead of what you didn't get helps.

let's get REAL - fic writer asks

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do you think the buns will be okay after summer passes? (because of spring fever) and I hope you get well soonn

ah see spring fever already passed...

so here's what i (and my vet) think happened (in order):

Apollo and Leo are hit with spring fever while playing outside and start fighting heavily

( spring fever: when the seasons transition to spring, the time when animals usually go into heat. at this time, rabbits, both fixed and un-fixed, can behave oddly, getting into territorial fights and at times getting hurt )

we separate the bunnies for a short while (one in my room, the other roaming the house) at that time we didn't notice Apollo's injury

We notice Apollo's very serious injury (the hole in his ear, and other cuts that ended up being minor smaller holes)

we're advised to keep Apollo away from Leo, and vice versa, whilst he takes his medicine, all while both are still in their spring fever

spring fever deadline passes (typically 4 weeks)

Apollo finishes his medicine and gets the cone on his head off, and due to seeing the hole beginning to heal, I made the mistake of attempting to reconcile the bunnies

Apollo and Leo continue to fight like a cat and a dog

we continue to keep them both separated for another month

I discuss this with my vet about the situation and we come to the conclusion that their bond has broken (aka they not only broke up, but they also got a divorce)

*we are here at the moment*

so tl;dr : spring fever only kickstarted the fights, they actually broke up pretty badly and broke their bond

now to answer your question, no the weather will no longer have an effect on them at the moment. i was made aware that fixing a broken bond can either be very simple or very difficult, but either way of it does not work, it's because it can't be fixed period. in that case, it will become too dangerous of an environment for them both to stay in, and one will, unfortunately, have to leave.

i tried gentle proximity bonding, the way I originally bonded them, and that did not work. so, after a lot of research, I've begun stress-proximity bonding.

when done properly this won't hurt the bunnies don't worry.

essentially the plan is

- take the buns on a car ride whilst in the same carrier to create a temporary stress bond [✔︎] - create a very small enclosure in neutral territory and keep them with one another [✔︎] - do not intervene in small fights, allow them to resolve themselves and create the hierarchy [✔︎] - adjust size of the enclosure and add items as they grow closer (i.e litterbox, toys etc) [we are here]

*the reason for adding items later, they may grow territorial and fight over items such as letterboxes and toys. this will interfere with the possible bond with each other. once they are able to share the space with signs of bonding (grooming each other, sleeping) then they are more likely to share * why is stress bonding so hard?: it's usually a last resort type of method, and very difficult to do properly. most people put bunnies in a bathtub together or somewhere slippery to make them scared ad used to get hurt while fighting, creating a stress bond. but this is a horrible way to stress bond, and a horrible way to torture the bunny. the way it should be done is exposure of a small action that typically stresses a bunny out, such as a car ride or entering a new environment, for the to-be-bonded pair in a safe, small compartment. this creates a temporary stress-bond that causes the bunny to quickly understand that the second bunny is not a threat. after that it's best to create the proximity bond, as the bunny will be calmer in the situation

honestly its all really complicated and stressful, maybe that's why I got sick so easily,,, I'll get better soon and so will the buns!!!

#daisy diaries

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jcbbby · 1 year

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fuck it. this is a very long probably all over the place post about something that's very personal and I'm honestly shitting myself posting it literally on the internet but I just like, need to vent and talk about it. I don't even know why I'm posting this.

I think I've come to terms with the fact that I'm asexual.

and that's really weird to admit. I resent it, honestly. I really dislike this about myself. and it's sort of embarrassing to admit too? especially given the content I create, reblog, and things I say in the tags/on my own posts that would not suggest that about me…

I frequently feel really bad about it in real life and struggle heavily with not feeling adequate enough as a human, or like I’m a bad wife for not having sex as often as my husband probably would like, or that idk I’m defective or something. sometimes I doubt myself and think it’s all in my head or think about if I can do something differently to change it, to “fix” myself. because I DO still find people attractive in general and I do get turned on and feel horny, I like...enjoy thinking about sex and feeling pleasure, but I just…don’t wanna physically have sex with another person about it? like it makes me feel so overwhelmingly guilty if I do pleasure myself, because I'm like "well, my husband is RIGHT THERE though. why don't I want to share this experience with him?"

I’ve always been attracted to people and thought like “wow I want them to ruin me and fuck me senseless immediately” and I can fantasize about having sex and be into it, but then if it comes down to actually acting on it, if I'm with them in the moment and things progress past making out, I’m like “wait, no. actually nevermind, no thank you.”

and it’s shit like that that makes me feel like maybe it’s just anxiety or some other sort of mental thing, or my insecurities with my body that I just need to work through rather than just what it is for me. but I don't think that's the case. like I don't have any trauma or anything like that that would interfere. I think that's just me and who I am.

to me, sex has often felt just awkward. and I mean sure, it can get awkward. but I can’t ever get past that personally. it doesn’t feel natural to me? like with any partners I’ve had. it’s never felt like this primal thing that is intrinsic to me, that makes sense to be doing. I’ve ended up enjoying myself by the end plenty of times (though I have rarely ever finished when having sex aside from maybe a few times...idk sex can still end up being fun for me by the end without finishing. more layers to this fucking dilemma I'm having.) but I just usually overall feel very out of place in a sexual situation and it feels very foreign. the only time I HAVEN'T felt this way, is when on LSD honestly. or like EXTREMELY drunk.

I’ve also been on zoloft for like 5 years now, infamous for decimating libido, and that doesn’t help lmao. but even before I was medicated, I could never really feel interested in the action of sex, I always would say I could go the rest of my life without it.

idk. I just struggle very much with it a lot and feel bad about it literally all the time, especially being married. not that my husband ever makes me feel bad for it, he’s never once been pushy or angry with me about our sex life or lack thereof. I just feel bad for it on my own, because I WANT to want sex like a "normal" partner. but I am what I am. and I think I'm just asexual. and that’s okay. it just doesn't feel okay a lot.

I’m comfortable with the idea of sex I just don’t often want to have it. I can joke about it and talk about it and obviously I can write write/read about it in detail lol but yeah…

idk I just have really been feeling the need to talk about it lately, because I don't feel like I can talk about it with my friends or anything. I've talked about it with my husband of course, but not in depth. he knows that's just how I am and he acknowledges it's not my fault and that he is not upset by it. but he doesn't know how it's been weighing this heavily on me. he made a comment some weeks ago that he didn't mean anything by, it was more just a statement of fact in a joking way about how infrequently we have sex, but it just really inadvertently hurt me and I've just been stuck on it ever since, mentally. because I really don't want things to be this way, but that's just the way they are...unfortunately. it sucks. I shouldn't feel this way, if it's just who I am and lots of other people are similar. but I do.

anyway that’s it. I feel vulnerable and exposed and embarrassed and sad now. but I needed to say it. I should definitely probably see a therapist. bye.

#i literally just needed to ramble sorry #please don't reblog this #i may even delete this

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cheolbooluvr · 3 years

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the sweetest thing

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pairing: joshua x gn!reader

genre: friends to lovers, baker!joshua, wedding planner!reader, fluff

word count: 2.7k

warnings: none

a/n: wah so it's been like 2 months since i've posted kafjaklfd but i'm back (?) with a fic for @kthpurplesyou for ficscafe's fic exchange! bee, i'm so sorry this took forever to get to you, but i hope you enjoy it! :)

my masterlist ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

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You burst through the door, nearly breaking it from how hard it slammed against the wall, the bell above you ringing a bit too aggressively, but that wasn’t important.

“Sorry, we’re closed—” Joshua was busy wiping down the cash register when he laid his eyes on you, soaked by rainwater and breathing frantically. “What are you doing here?”

“I need your help,” you huffed, your chest rising and falling in rhythm with the rock music playing in the bakery. “It’s an emergency.”

Joshua grabbed a clean, dry towel from one of the drawers and walked over to you, throwing it over your head. “First, calm down a bit. Second, tell me what’s going on.”

You opened your mouth to begin explaining how the bakery your clients wanted for their wedding stole their money and skipped town because they were madly in debt, but he put his hand up to your face.

“Slowly,” he added.

“Our cake designer dipped.”

“What? The one on 13th street that you chose over me?”

You rolled your eyes, patting your face dry with the towel your friend had given you. “Look, I suggested you to them, but they were the ones who ultimately picked Johnny to be their baker.”

“And look how that turned out,” he retorted, raising his eyebrow at you, the edges of his lips turned up into what could only be described as a shit-eating smirk. You hated when he made that face because ten times out of ten, it meant that he was right. And you hated when he was right because that meant you were wrong. “So, now what?”

“That’s where you come in.”

Joshua looked at you with confusion, the gears in his puny brain working overtime to understand what you were trying to say. After a few moments of you staring at him while he tried to process what he could possibly do, his face relaxed.

“No.” He stood up to return to wiping down the counters.

You promptly followed him like a lost puppy, whining, “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“The wedding is tomorrow, isn’t it?” he asked, mindlessly wiping the counters even though they looked spotless to you. Your silence was all he needed to confirm his question. “I can’t make a wedding cake overnight.”

“Why not?”

He paused mid-wipe and looked at you with disbelief. “Have you ever tried to make a wedding cake in one night? It takes hours.”

“Joshua,” you begged him, clinging onto his cream button-down shirt. “If I don’t get them this cake, my career will be ruined.”

“Please, your career isn’t going to be ruined just because they didn’t have a cake.”

“You don’t understand,” you repeated. And he didn’t. When you were young, you watched your parents go through a messy divorce—your father had found out that your mom was having an affair with his best friend nonetheless, and you remembered watching him fall apart before your very eyes, your mother abandoning both him and you. For many people, something as traumatic as this would completely deter them from marriage, much less love. But for you, becoming a wedding planner felt like compensation. Weddings were nothing but a sham, but somehow, a part of you felt that you could take credit in a successful marriage by planning the perfect wedding.

“Joshua. You don’t understand. The wedding industry isn’t just some frilly, happy-go-lucky industry. It’s not a smooth-sailing, happy fairy tale for us wedding planners, okay? If I don’t get them this cake, they’ll write bad reviews about me and then no one will trust me to book their weddings. I have to fix their problems, not create them.”

“Why are you so invested in other people’s love stories?”

And sure, maybe Joshua didn’t know the gravity of your situation, but he knew why. He’d been there since the beginning, from before it all started. Joshua Hong was your childhood friend, growing up just a few houses down from you. When your parents would fight, you’d quietly unlock your window and go to his house. Sometimes the fighting would get so bad that you would sleep over just so you didn’t have to hear them.

Joshua didn’t always understand you, but that didn’t make him care for you any less. And that was why he agreed to make a three-tiered vanilla chiffon cake with raspberry puree and a whipped hazelnut buttercream.

“I’ll stay with you while you make it. I’ll even help.”

“It’s going to take all night,” he replied.

“That’s fine.”

“You have a wedding to plan.”

“You’re doing me a huge favor, it’s the least I could do,” you shot back. You really did feel bad for coming at him with such a last minute request, but he was the only person you could think of.

“I can just deliver it to you in the morning.”

You ignored him, grabbing a spare apron and tying it around your waist. “What do you need first?”

Joshua just looked at you in astonishment, though this kind of behavior should have been expected. After all, you were one of the most stubborn people he knew and when you had your heart set on something, there was no going back.

“Can you grab the flour from the pantry?” he asked, tying his own apron around his waist.

You nodded, going to the back and knowing exactly where to find everything because you’d spent that much time here. Joshua’s bakery was like your second home, just like when you were kids. Despite his constant bitterness that many of your clients chose other bakeries (look, that was all out of your hands—it wasn’t your fault your clients had bad taste), he always let you meet with them there to discuss all things wedding planning. After a long day, you would come in and he’d have an almond croissant and warm chestnut tea waiting for you.

“How good are you at separating eggs?” he inquired.

“From each other?”

“Like, whites and yolks.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever done that before…”

“Okay, watch carefully.” He rolled up the sleeves of his cream-colored button down, your eyes drawn to the veins of his forearms. Had he been working out more lately? Because damn, did he always look this hot when he was baking?

With an egg in one hand, he slid over a small glass bowl and placed it next to a medium-sized one. From there, he tapped the egg against the counter, cracking it slightly in one fell swoop. He opened the egg with both hands, careful not to crack the yolk and keep the egg whites as pure as possible for the meringue. Any fat that got into the egg whites would destabilize the proteins which in turn would ruin the meringue, resulting in a failed chiffon cake, he explained.

“Are you even listening?” Joshua paused to look at you, who instead of paying attention, was staring at his forearms—

“What? Yes. Eggs. Proteins. Meringue…?” Well, at least you tried.

He let out a chuckle. Fortunately for you, he wasn’t mad. “Seriously, you can go. I got this.”

“Let me at least keep you company. Baking alone isn’t fun.”

“Well,” he began to reply.

“Okay, save it. Can’t I just spend time with my best friend while he helps save my career from crumbling?”

“Fine,” Joshua caved, separating seven more eggs. Honestly, when it came to you, it was near impossible to say no, and it’d been like that since the very beginning. To him, you were his most precious friend, there for him no matter what he was going through, supporting him when his parents initially didn’t accept that he was going to culinary school. “Can you hand me the flour?”

“Yes sir,” you obliged. You picked up the large bag, and walked it over to him, though in the process you tripped on one of the counters, stumbling towards your friend as a white cloud of flour burst into the air. When the dust settled, the sight in front of you caused you to explode into a laughter only capable of coming out in the late hours of the night. Joshua’s face was covered in powder, his eyelashes and eyebrows as white as the counters he was working on. He looked just like a ghost straight out of an old 80’s horror movie. He struggled to open his eyes, but when he finally was able to clear some flour from his face, he burst into laughter too because he was seeing exactly what you saw. The large kitchen was soon filled with endless glee over your ridiculous appearances.

Your eyes followed his every movement, from the way he meticulously measured the sugar on the scale, to the way he seemingly threw vanilla into the milk without a single care in the world. You loved watching Joshua bake and seeing him do what he loves most. After all, it made him happy and that’s really all you could ever ask for: his happiness.

And that’s also why when he started dating Haeri, you didn’t say anything. You told everyone around you that you were so happy for him, but a part of you… wasn’t. It’s not that you had feelings for him, but seeing your childhood best friend be with a complete stranger who didn’t know him the way you did just didn’t sit right with you.

Your mutual friends always said you were too protective of him, but wouldn’t they be, too, if they were in your shoes?

“Can you make the buttercream?” he asked, too busy to look up at you as he folded the egg yolk mixture into the meringue to maintain the fluffiness.

“Sure thing,” you replied.”How do I do that again?”

“I have everything measured already,” he said, pointing to the ingredients across the counter. “You’re going to first cream the butter, then slowly add the icing sugar until everything is fully incorporated. Then, you’ll add the vanilla and hazelnut extracts.”

“Okay, easy enough.” Fortunately for you, you had spent countless hours helping Joshua preparing for culinary school, so the motions felt familiar once you started.

By the time he had finished trimming the cakes, you had fallen asleep; your head rested on your arm that was splayed out across the counter, flour and icing sugar coating your face. Joshua chuckled at the sight, admiring the small particles that moved with every inhale and exhale of your breathing. This was a small reminder of all the reasons why he loved you. Yes, with a capital ‘L,’ even.

His relationship with Haeri was nice, but they both realized that both of their hearts were everywhere but where they should have been. Haeri’s was in another country, chasing the dream of covering the latest news in war journalism. And Joshua’s heart, well, that was…here. With you.

Haeri had her suspicions, but she gave the relationship a shot anyway, only to discover that her initial intuition was spot on. Fortunately for Joshua, she was completely understanding about it all, even admitting to him that you were better for him than she was anyway. At first, he vehemently denied her allegations, claiming that you were just his friend and that he didn’t see you in that way. However, as time passed, he hated to admit it, but she was right. He didn’t look at you how he looked at Haeri and everyone else knew it.

Except for you.

Joshua scooped a large dollop of buttercream onto the final tier of the cake, giving it a generous crumb coating, but not too much to keep to the “naked” aesthetic your clients wanted. Spinning the cake stand with ease, he eased the spatula onto the frosting, leveling it with grace and expertise. Well, after all, that was his job.

If only confessing his feelings for you could be this easy.

The sun had begun peeking through the bakery’s windows when he placed the cakes into the refrigerator to set. The final step was to add some flowers, and he would finally be done with the cake.

He slipped out the front door quietly so as to not disturb you, making his way down the block where Boo’s Botanicals were. Seungkwan was already there as expected, sipping his iced Americano and trimming his daily shipment of fresh flowers.

“Morning,” Seungkwan sang out. “You’re here pretty early today.”

“Had an emergency last night. I need flowers for a wedding cake.”

“Alright, let me see what I’ve got.” While he went to go look at his botanical selection, Joshua scanned the shop as well. His eyes fell upon these maroon flowers whose petals were shaped into puff balls that resembled the pincushions his mom used when she would fix his suits.

“Those are scabiosas,” Seungkwan chimed from behind him, setting down a pile of carnations and peonies. “They represent pure love. Warmth, love, purity, peace, you name it. Do you want to use those?”

“Huh? Oh, no. I’ll use what you have.” In truth, he didn’t want to use the flowers for the cake because he would much rather buy them for… you. “Actually,” he told Seungkwan. “Can you give me a small bouquet of these?”

“Sure,” his friend smiled. He had known about Joshua’s little crush on you for a while, so he had a pretty good idea of who the flowers might be for.

When Seungkwan finished wrapping the flowers in paper and tying the scabiosas with twine and ribbon, Joshua headed back to the bakery. None of his staff had arrived yet, but they still had about another hour before they had to be there. Though, the more he thought about it, he might close the bakery for the day.

Entering the kitchen, he found you completely still, exactly where he had left you just a half hour earlier. You still had white powder covering your face, and if anyone else walked in, they might have thought it was—

Joshua decided he should help you out a bit by grabbing a clean towel and running it under warm water. He sat down on the stool beside you and began wiping your face. The two of you had been friends for so long, but there was something about seeing your sleeping face in the early morning light that made him crave more. He wanted to know what it would be like to wake up to your face next to his not just this morning, but every morning. His eyes moved from your flour-dusted cheeks to your lips that he so desperately wanted to kiss.

Just then, you opened your eyes to find your best friend a mere centimeter from your face.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice groggy.

“N-nothing,” he stuttered. “I was just helping you clean up. You have your… thing… your wedding, to go to, right?”

“Were you going to kiss me?” Your eyebrows furrowed at him. Was he? “Why would you kiss me when you have a girlfriend?”

“I,” he paused. Honestly, it had been a while since their break up, and he had forgotten about her because his brain was filled to the brim with thoughts of you. “We… broke up.”

Your eyes widened and you sat up. “Oh, Josh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay. There’s nothing to be sorry about. It’s been a while anyway.”

“Really?” Were you dreaming? Why were you feeling so bold this early in the morning? “Well, if you’re going to kiss me, then just kiss me, stupid.“

Your brazen statement caught Joshua off guard, but who was he to say no? And so, he took your face in his hands and pulled you in close to him.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” he whispered to you.

“I have, too,” you replied, smiling before placing your lips on his. You weren’t sure what time it was, but it didn’t matter because right now, everything was falling into place.

You weren’t dreaming, rather, your dreams were coming true.

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Beelzebub's Very Bad No Good Day

***So this is the new format in which I'll be answering requests. In my experience, actual posts get spread further than asks do, so this will hopefully help with that. ANYWAY, I am crazy excited about this request as a major Beel simp and YES I will proudly do this request! Thank you @sinnoman for blessing me with it. -B*** Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat one day, and it doesn't go well for anybody.

From the moment Beelzebub woke up, he knew that today was going to be a terrible day. For starters, he had apparently raided the fridge in his sleep the night before, so there was not a crumb left in the house for anyone to make breakfast with. Most of the others had gone and grabbed something from Hell's Kitchen on their way to class, but poor Beel had slept through his alarm due to the food coma his nighttime snack had put him in and had to rush to RAD. The entire school was talking about the monster that they believed had awoken beneath the school. Teachers were on edge ready to evacuate the premises for the earthquake they believed to be happening. Beel avoided eye contact, blushing as his empty stomach continued to rumble and roar throughout the day. He ended up eating a few pencils just to get it to quiet down and even that didn't have much effect. The Avatar of Gluttony nearly cried tears of relief when the lunch bell rang. But it seemed that fate was not his friend that day. He was going to order a gargantuan-sized Little Devil mango slushy, a side of Hellfire curry rice, fried shadow bat, and 108 seed salad and the main course of at least twenty shadow hog burgers with three servings of caramel shadow tart for dessert. Beel was drooling at just the thought of it. He was almost at the ordering station when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Beel growled and turned around, baring his teeth at whoever dared to disturb him.

Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Woah. Beel, relax. It's just me. We've got a student council meeting, and Lucifer has threatened to take away supper from whoever skips out." Beelzebub scoffed as the air around him darkened at the mention of someone taking food away from him. "I'd like to see him try." Belphie raised an eyebrow at his twin's uncharacteristically grumpy behaviour. "Are you alright, Beel?" As though to answer his question, Beel's stomach let out another loud roar, causing several students to flinch and Beel to scowl in frustration. "I'm hungry." Belphie's frown deepened. Beel was always hungry, but he didn't usually let it get to him like this. The younger twin rifled through his own bag before pulling out an obviously full paper bag. "You can have my lunch if you want. I ate a little bit of it during class and swiped a bagel from Mammon during the first period, so I'm not all that-" Before he could finish Beel ripped the bag out of Belphie's hands and devoured it, bag and all. Belphie blinked at his now empty hand and chuckled as Beel chewed. "Man, you must be starving huh?"

Beelzebub merely grunted and continued to chew before swallowing down the small meal. He glanced back at the lineup in the cafeteria and put a hand on his stomach as he thought about the lunch he should be enjoying. Belphie nudged him. "Come on, big guy. We got to get to that meeting. The sooner we get it over with, the more likely it is that we'll end early and you might be able to grab something before class starts again." Only the meeting was not short and quick like Belphie had said it might be. Diavolo wanted everyone to come up with an idea for a school fundraiser, and Lucifer was arguing with Asmodeus on what was and was not appropriate. To make matters worse, you were unable to attend as, according to Mammon, your charms professor had asked you to stay behind afterwards to discuss your progress in the class. The bickering on top of the lack of food in his stomach was giving Beel a migraine and the longer he sat there, the more irritable he had become. Eventually, it became too much and he snapped. "ENOUGH!" he bellowed, flipping the table as he stood. "No one cares about the stupid fundraiser anyway and you're just wasting all of our time arguing over something that will inevitably fall apart and cause an even bigger mess, just like it always does!" "Beelzebub! Watch your tone in front of-" "Shut it, Lucifer!" his brother's gaped at him in shock as he snarled at their elder. "I am sick and tired of you pushing us all around and punishing us when the slightest thing goes wrong just because you-" Beel poked Lucifer's chest hard enough to make him take a step back, "won't take responsibility for your own mistakes!" "Oh shit," Mammon whispered under his breath, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed and his body tensed in defence. The second-born quickly squeezed his way between the two of them and spread his arms to try and create some distance. "Okay! Tensions are high. People are upset. But this is not the place to brawl it out." he glanced over at Lucifer who looked like he was a second away from stringing him up to the ceiling. "Might I remind ya Lord Diavolo is still in the room?" Lucifer looked over at Diavolo, who appeared to be both hurt and concerned by Beelzebub's words, before sighing and fixing his composure. He gave Beel a hard look. "Obviously something is upsetting you, but we can discuss this at home. For the time being, I recommend you work on calming yourself and clearing your head." Beel just growled at him before stomping out of the student council room. He had been about to re-enter the cafeteria again when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch hour. Beelzebub felt his eye twitch before his demon form burst into existence. He let out a deafening scream as he grabbed a table and threw it across the room (students still seated on it, included). Students were yelling and scrambling like mice as the large demon rampaged through the halls. He tore the locked grate off of the serving station and grabbed the nearest server by the scruff of the collar, causing them to squeak in fear. "I'm hungry," Beel rumbled lowly as the demon trembled in his hands. "Get me something to eat now or I will not hesitate to eat you." "R-R-Right away, Beelzeb-b-bub." Beel carelessly dropped the demon, who scattered off to gather as much food as they could. He began pacing like a caged animal. Having been alerted by all the noise, his brothers and Diavolo rushed into the nearly destroyed cafeteria. Diavolo's jaw dropped. "Beelzebub, what's the meaning of all this?" Beel's famished brain didn't acknowledge Diavolo as an authority at the moment. Instead, he was yet another person trying to keep him from eating. "I need food. NOW!" Lucifer's eyes widened in realization as he whispered something to Diavolo. The prince nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure the cooks are doing all they can to get you food right away. But I need you to control yourself before I am forced to take action." Satan had his phone out and was urgently texting someone, as Belphie moved forward.

"You'll get your food shortly Beel. You just need to wai-" "I don't want to wait!!" There was a part of Beelzebub's brain that was aware he was acting like a child. But his stomach physically hurt from how empty it was. He was tired. He was starving. He didn't have the patience for pleasantries. "I've barely eaten anything all day, and people keep staring and talking about me because my stomach just will not stop growling and I'm so hungry that I can barely think straight! I hate it! But I know it won't go away unless I eat, so I NEED TO EAT!" The brothers looked at Beel in shock. They knew that he ate a lot, but they always passed it off as just another quirk that made him Beel. They didn't know it bothered him like this. They thought back on all the instances where Beel had stated that he was hungry out of nowhere, always with a distressed look on his face. Every single time they had brushed him off. Before any of them could respond, you casually walked into the war zone that was the cafeteria. "Alright Satan, what's so urgent that you needed me so badly?" The room fell quiet as everyone's attention snapped over to you and you took in the situation. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots.

You immediately began to rush over to Beelzebub; Mammon stepped forward to stop you. "Woah, MC! I don't think that's a good idea right now!"

You ignored him and continued to make your way to Beel. Seeing you, the small human that you were, made Beel realize just how reckless he had been acting. He held out his hands to stop you and took a step away. "You should listen to Mammon, MC. I-I haven't eaten all day and I-" "You haven't eaten all day?! Oh god, this is worst than I thought." Beel watched as you slid the oversized backpack that he had seen you carry around RAD with you every day off your back and begin to dump out the contents. In a second, dozens of bags of chips, candy, fruits, and other snacks spilled across the floor in front of the two of you. Beel didn't waste a single moment. He instantly began consuming the snacks, causing you to smile happily. "Wha-What?! MC?! Why the hell do you have that much food on ya?!" Mammon sputtered as he cautiously began to approach you. You shrugged. "Beel gets upset when he's hungry, and I don't like it when he's upset. So I stocked up on some of his favourite snacks a while back and always keep them on me just in case," Beel paused his eating to look up at you in awe, "He can't help that he's always hungry. It's not like he asked to be the Avatar of Gluttony." Suddenly there were a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucifer, Levi, and Mammon called out your name as Beel pulled you tightly against his chest. You just grinned and hugged the friendly giant back. "Thank you," he whispered softly into your hair, his arms tightening around you just a little more. "There's nothing to thank me for." As Beel finally began to calm down, the cooks came out with platters of food and shakily laid them out around you and Beel before taking cover back into the kitchen. Seeing that the threat had passed, the other brothers began to approach as well. "You know Beel, I didn't know you had that much pent-up anger inside of you. It was terrifying!" Asmodeus chirped as he plopped down beside the two of you.

"Yeah! You were just like the antagonist in My Boyfriend Turned Into a Cannabilistic Rage Monster, And Now I Have to Stop Him From Devouring The Whole City!!!" Levi began to ramble about specific scenes from the show that matched perfectly with Beel's rampage, causing Beel to blush as he munched on a burger. Belphie sighed and elbowed Beel as he took his seat at his side. "We'll have to make sure that MC's always around you. Just in case you know?" he smiled softly, before looking at his twin with a more serious expression. "You should've told me about all that stuff you said earlier. I had no idea you felt that away about your appetite." Beel looked away uncomfortably as he took another bite of his food and avoided the question. You snuggled closer to him, to provide him with some comfort. Satan tapped his chin as he watched the group. "I'm sure we could talk with Barbatos and come up with some sort of high-protein shake or bar that would better satisfy you. That way you wouldn't have to eat as much." Lucifer glanced over at Diavolo, silently asking if it was a possibility. The prince smiled warmly. "I'll have Barabatos begin working on something right away." Forgetting all about class and the anger that had previously consumed him, Beel looked around at his family. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach as he felt content with the rare care and affection that they were openly showing. Maybe it had something to do with the thirty burgers he had already ate, but for just a second, Beel didn't feel so hungry anymore. ***Boy that got a little angsty there for a second, but I hope this was to your liking @sinnoman! I definitely enjoyed writing this one, and I think it made me fall in love with my boy Beel even more 🥰*** TAGLIST: @vampwiire @bunna-does-stuff

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