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reds-writings · 2 months

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okay so you begging for more old rust prompts has timed really well with my need for old rust fics and the last two you wrote (and also joni mitchell’s music being put back on spotify, thank god) but i was wondering if you could potentially write something along the lines of prompt #8 on the fluff pt 2 prompt list (sharing a kiss while cleaning a wound — potentially after the beer fail lol) but yeah the lyrics from the chorus of case of you really just made me think of our reader and old rust despite it all:

Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling And I would still be on my feet Oh, I would still be on my feet

i love joni mitchell oh my goodnes. you are a genius anon!!

By the following morning, it turned out Rust did indeed manage to agitate his stitches with his late-night tumble. The line of your brow was set hard in concentration as you prodded at the gash with as much gingerly precision as you could conjure. He tried his damnedest not to flinch given you’d already fallen into enough of a tizzy over the whole ordeal and didn’t need your nerves driven up the wall any further. He loathed the feeling of being any sort of burden towards you but after the stern talking to you laid out on him he had no choice but to sit without another self-deprecating word.

“You’re gonna be the death of me one day I swear it.” You huffed out a breath as you wiped away any remnants of dried blood clean from his skin.

He tried not to bristle visibly at the remark, reminding himself that you didn’t really mean it in the literal sense. Though, with his severe lack of desire for taking care of himself and your incessant need to make sure he didn’t succeed in giving up once and for all there had been plenty of close calls over the years where his brashness could’ve taken you out for good. Another factoid in the sea of many that he tortured himself with time and time again.

The dulcet tones of Joni Mitchell came from the older-than-dirt record player you hadn’t had the heart to ever get rid of after all this time as you carried out your worry-warting on the Texan. You remember you used to joke about the lyrics of Case of You eerily pertaining to Rust’s presence in your life way back then. He didn’t think himself anything close to holy but that was beside the point. No matter where he went off to, a piece of his soul had undoubtedly been melded with yours to the point of no possible undoing. There was no scrubbing him clean from the recesses of your mind or the deep-set cracks of your weary heart.

God knows you tried with all you had when everything went to shit.

You’d have to throw the sheets in the laundry once you were done but it was more than likely a lost cause with the array of staining from his soiled bandages that had taken residence throughout the night. You could run out in a bit to get some new ones in town. That or you’d have to test if he could finally make it up the stairs to your room without being too winded.

Satisfied with your work, you stood to your full height and finished wrapping up a clean set of bandages around his torso. Not much had changed about him physically, maybe he was a little softer around the edges but that did nothing to smother the fire his presence lit in you without fail. Marty could whinge on and on about how Rust looked now but he was just as tragically beautiful to you as he’d always been. Your eyes met and you couldn’t help but melt a little. He was here. He was okay. You just had to keep reminding yourself.

Bringing up a hand to tuck some hair behind his ear you leaned in to press your lips to his. First, shortly then with the second press, you deepened it a bit more. A large palm came to grip loosely at the back of your neck in reciprocation and you could’ve seeped through the floor then and there. Your kisses transferred to stamp themselves beneath his eye, then his cheekbone, making their way up to his hairline so you could embrace him for a moment longer.

With a shuddering exhale, his body released any remaining tension it had as he let himself bask in the warmth of your affection. You leaned back to look at him once more,

“I gotta hop to town real quick. Getcha some new sheets and a couple of other things. Think you can steer from bein' accident-prone for an hour or two?”

Rust tsked and shook his head slightly, “Can’t say.”

“Does that mean you wanna try makin’ it to the truck today? Would probably do you good to get some air and actual sunshine. Pallid don’t suit you none-” You dodged his incoming pinch. His predictable knee-jerk response to your playful ribbing was as old as time. It never truly annoyed him as much as he played it up. He'd selfishly rather have you this way and happy than keeping yourself at a distance forever.

“I’d be inclined to try should you be quiet.” He half-snarked and you scoffed in mock offense.

“I’m a delight. Ask anyone-"

“Mhm.”

“You’re being quite rude to the woman nursing you back to health and that I can’t abide. Lest you wanna try gettin’ dressed on your own without topplin' over.” You started to take some steps away, an empty threat of leaving him in his place.

No other snipe followed, just an outstretched hand after a stubborn moment or two. You snickered as you helped him off the kitchen counter and to his room so that you could set out for the day’s endeavors.

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readyforthegarden · 2 months

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Season of the Witch - Part One

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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x F!Reader, Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Danny always told you, you shouldn't play with things you don't fully understand. When trying your hand at magic, you accidentally summon something more than you bargained for. Now stuck, you try to find a way to rid yourself of him, but what if the only way of ridding yourself of him is dying?

Warnings: mentions of witchcraft, angst, slight physical altercation 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!

WC: 2128

Nothing your best friend Danny had told you stayed in your mind. You wanted revenge. You wanted your ex to hurt, the way he had hurt you. Was hurting you. Flaunting the girl he’d cheated on you with around town and all over social media like you weren’t posted on there barely two weeks ago. That was all gone. The carnival photos when he won you a stuffed bunny rabbit, the beach trip photos from your summer vacations together. Two years of holidays, birthdays, and special occasions, wiped from the timeline of history.

One morning, you’re out to brunch, giggling and flirting over mimosas, and by dinner, everything you’d left at his apartment was packed and in the trunk of your car as he told you ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ while his phone buzzed and a picture of another girl kept appearing on the screen.

“Don’t do anything with bad intentions.” Danny reminded you as he begrudgingly handed you his personal grimoire. You rolled your eyes as you took it, stuffing it into your bag. “I’m serious. The universe listens to everything, and sends back what you put out tenfold. This isn’t shit to play around with.”

“Okay mom.” you replied in a mocking tone.

“Hey.” Danny’s hand grabbed your upper arm, the cool metal of his rings chilling your skin. His hazel eyes bore down into yours as you glared at him. “I’m serious. Karma is real, and I don’t want you to do anything stupid.”

“I’m fine. I’m just going to do some protection sigils and need the book to make sure I do them right.” you rolled your eyes. Danny eyed you closely with disbelief, but ultimately let you go, letting you leave his home with some incense and sage, and a few crystals he believed would aid you in protecting your heart and soul.

You tossed it all immediately to the side when you got home, as you pulled out the book, flipping through the pages to find the one you saw long ago, when Danny first told you he was into witchcraft and showed you his little black spell book. You had laughed to yourself, flipping through it thinking it was going to be all Harry Potter-type charms and spells that would never work, but Danny explained to you that magic wasn’t like how it was in movies and on TV. It was more manifesting and energy than hocus pocus. You let him teach you a few things here and there, blowing cinnamon into your doorway for prosperity on the first of the month, how to properly ventilate a space that you’re cleansing to make sure you’re getting rid of negative energy the right way.

But tucked away in the back of the book were some pages of things he’d found online, and was too afraid to try. A banishing spell wouldn’t do much to your ex, freezing his name on a piece of paper in ice with the intention of him disappearing. He’d only disappear with that girl he was fucking while you picked out a new shower curtain for his bathroom, to live in bliss and completely forget how he fucked you over. You briefly wondered if there was a curse that would give him warts on his less than impressive dick.

The page you were looking for wasn’t there, tattered edges where it had been ripped from the binding. The curly haired fucker knew you better than anyone else.

“Dammit Danny!” you tossed the book across the room in anger, cursing the man under your breath. After a few moments, you pulled your laptop from the coffee table and into your lap, propping it open and clicking the internet browser icon furiously. Once you closed the twelve windows that opened in your rush, you pulled up a search engine, typing in ‘revenge spells’.

Scrolling through the results, you rolled your eyes at the dramatics of some of the sites, some were calling for you to collect your enemy’s tear drops, another for you to ritually sacrifice a small animal. Finally, you came across a simple, easy spell you could do. It instructed you to draw rune-like sigils on the ground, and to place something that bound you to the person you were trying to rid yourself of in the middle of them. You’d left the stuffed bunny at his place, not wanting to ever touch it again after it sat on the bed during his extracurricular activities. Glancing around you, tried to find something left of his, but you’d left no trace of him. That was what you thought, until you looked down at your hand, spotting the ring he’d given you on your three month anniversary. A small, black heart with gold filigree wound around it, and small cubic zirconia gems embedded in it, with one in the center.

Sliding it off the middle finger of your right hand, you set it in the middle of the floor, and stood up, going to the kitchen and grabbing the pencil you left by your notepad on the fridge for your grocery lists. You began drawing the sigils, scratching the pencil lead into the shitty, scuffed up wood flooring of your home. When that was complete, you gathered as many candles as you had, placing them evenly around the circle and lighting them. Once everything was ready, you repeated the incantation the website told you to three times.

“For the hurt you gave me, I pay it back twice. For the hurt you gave me, I pay it back thrice. For the hurt you gave me, I pay it all back.” you felt your anger boiling up inside you as you repeated, nearly shouting them on the last round, feeling the energy in the room shift. A gust of wind whipped around the room, blowing your hair into your face and snuffing out the candles. You noticed once they were out, the sunshine that was beaming through your windows was gone, the sky dark with storm clouds as thunder rumbled. Or what you thought was thunder.

The coffee table began to shake, the art on your walls rattling and you jumped, falling onto your bottom as your television stand quaked so much the TV fell forward, screen shattering to the floor. Your hands had risen to your face to protect your eyes from the glass shards, and when you lowered them, the shaking stopped. Your jaw dropped, a scream building but dying in your dry throat as you took in the vision before you.

A man stood in your living room, barefoot amongst the glass shards. His teeth were blindingly white as he grinned down at you, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. Two simple words were all it took for you to realize you’d made a big, huge mistake.

“You rang?”

You stared at the man in front of you, his charming, sly grin never wavering as you gawked at him in shock and fear. His frame was slender under the deep red suit jacket he wore, just a beaded harness underneath, a small gap of skin between the bottom and his matching red pants. But as he held out his arms to his sides, as if expecting a welcoming hug from you, you could see strong muscles flexing when he moved. His face was painted with a thin mustache, and small connecting goatee, letting his thick, long hair be the main focus. His eyes were dark, and the flickering of your lights made them appear more sinister than anything. After a few moments, he dropped his arms to his sides and huffed.

“You’re flattering me, really.” he rolled his eyes, stepping towards you. Broken glass crunched beneath his bare feet but he never once winced. You could feel your body trembling as he knelt in front of you. He reached out, placing his fingers under your chin and lifting it up, effectively closing your slack-jawed mouth. “But didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s impolite to stare?”

“What….what are you doing here?” you breathed out, your voice quiet and meek. “Who are you?” the man grinned again.

“You summoned me.” he answered simply, looking back at the sigils on the floor, then around the room. His hand still held your chin in a soft grip. “I tend to make an entrance, you should’ve prepared more for me. All this destruction.” he tsked at you and you shook your head.

“I didn’t.” you squeaked. “I didn’t summon anything! Don’t touch me!” you stood up, moving away from this strange man, and darted to your kitchen, beginning to pull open the drawers, looking for anything that could be a weapon.

“Looking for this?” you spun around, and the man was barely a centimeter away from you, holding the large chefs knife you were rifling frantically for. You swore it was in the drawer where you’d tucked it away after washing it the other day. Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling your life slipping from you incredibly fast as you eyed him. He smiled softly, a strange juxtaposition from the way he wielded the weapon in his hand. “It wouldn’t work on me. I’m not like you.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” you asked in a whisper, feeling the sting of tears prick your eyes. Your life was about to end, and it was all your fault. You should’ve listened to Danny.

“Not unless you want me to.” The man gave a small shrug, a sly grin on his face again as he set the knife down on the counter behind him, moving closer. “Is that why you summoned me? Need some pain with your pleasure?”

“I didn’t fucking summon you!” you pushed him back and moved into the living room. “I was trying to curse my ex, see?” you used the toe of your shoe to move dirt and glass out of the way, showing him the sigils. “Curse, not summoning!” the man stared at the circle, curiously flitting his eyes around before grinning.

“The little fawn tried to run before she could even walk.” He looked up at you, pursing his lips as if holding onto a secret, before deciding to share it with you anyway. “Three of your markings are wrong.” he glanced at the laptop, tapping the trackpad and the now cracked screen lit up. His eyes scanned the page in front of him and he snorted smugly. “This is completely wrong.”

“Oh, and you’re an expert on witchcraft?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. The man glanced at you before continuing to scroll through the page.

“More so than you.” he bit back. As you watched him, you slid your hand to the back of your jeans, feeling your phone resting in the pocket there. Your hand grasped it. If you could just send a 911 text to Danny, he’d be there in an instant, and could hopefully send this thing back to wherever it belonged.

“I wouldn’t, if I were you.” the man murmured. You froze, and he looked up at you. “We’re bonded, little fawn. I go, you go.” he raised his left hand, and your ring that had been in the center of the circle was firmly on his ring finger.

“How did you-“

“You humans are all the same.” he rolled his eyes, standing up. “You’re the most predictable creatures. You call for help, and then what? Best case scenario, no one dies and I take you back with me to my realm. Worst case, I kill everyone, including you, and I take your soul back with me to my realm.”

“This was a mistake!” you cried. “I didn’t want this! You can’t force me to be bonded to you!” Suddenly, he was pinning you to the wall, his face so close, so frightening you squeezed your eyes shut. His hands were gripping your arms tightly, you worried there’d be bruises there when he let go.

“Mistake or no, you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.” he growled lowly. “Maybe this will teach you not to play with arts you know nothing of.”

“Are you a demon?” you asked, opening your eyes. The tip of his nose nearly brushed against yours as he smirked. He closed his eyes and took in a large breath, as if inhaling your fear and scent all in one.

“Something like that.” he answered. You let out a shaky breath, making him smirk even more. “Little Fawn, you’re trembling.”

“I-I,” you felt overwhelmed. The hundreds of thoughts running through your brain, the regret, the panic and anxiety, everything was hitting you all at once, and you felt hot tears spilling down your cheeks. And suddenly, everything was black.

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The Tramont Family

Time for me to scribble down my thought-thinks about Olivia's family that have been kicking around in my head!

Lord Matthias Tramont. A stodgy man rumored to have once-upon-a-time been quite charismatic, but Olivia can’t believe that. He is all about maintaining the families position and adhering to tradition - or whatever Queen Regent Disa tells him will help their position. The family ascended to nobility through a history of service in the military (along with a few clever marriage arrangements), but in the recent past they took a slip down the political power ladder, which seems to have influenced him. He is at regular odds with Captain Brant and Watchhead Gregor. He took great pains to arrange a potential marriage to Regentkin Sven for Olivia, only for her to spurn those efforts and, to his mind, make an utter fool of him. As such, their relationship is quite rocky at the moment. Her becoming Arisen has in some small way ‘mended’ that, but now everything he’s worked for and the connections he’s made are being tested as Disa would rather be rid of Olivia, having seen how her bullheadedness makes her unpredictable and troublesome. So, Matthias presents an air of the most detached support; giving her the most cursory and basic of protections from the Tramont family, but nothing further, while biding his time looking for the most rewarding opportunities.

Lady Claudia Tramont. A noblewoman whom Matthias was arranged to marry by his father, she is the perfect image of a true lady - carefully concealed warts and all. She is deep down a little more understanding of Olivia’s desires to break out on her own and do what she wants beyond her fathers wishes for her. Yet outwardly she goes along with Matthias in all things, and regards Olivia coldly for acting out - something that may stem from a root of jealousy. She dotes endlessly on Ephraim and (not-so-)secretly loathes her youngest son being marched off to battle. Similarly she takes great pride in young Abigail for being everything Olivia failed to be. As for Oliver… Yes, a mother should be so proud to have such a successful and formidable son… And she will say as much to any who would broach the subject of him, but there is a marked way in which she otherwise avoids ever talking about him that would suggest some level of discomfort. Perhaps even fear.

Oliver “The Bull” Tramont. As a child, Olivia idolized him; he was a strong and powerful knight who protected the people and would slay dragons, to her mind, and she would one day do the same. Now, however, the naivete of childhood is long gone, and she knows him to be little more than an opportunistic mercenary who upholds everything she hates about the nobility. While his father prefers to bow and scrape to the other nobles, Oliver prefers a more hands-on approach, proving their indistinguishable value through the wholesale slaughter of any enemies. He is equally feared and revered on the battlefield, a beast of a man who sends monsters fleeing before him. While he gets his men out alive (and mostly unscathed), he will also hire Pawns for particularly dangerous work and bears them only the least amount of respect afforded them in Vermund, often enough using them as fodder. While he seems to care only for battle, however, he secretly has designs on the throne, throwing in his lot with the likes of Allard… He also holds great disdain for his elven heritage, going so far as to cut the pointed tips of his own ears off, and 'encouraging' Ephraim to do the same.

Ephraim Tramont. Though your classic sickly Victorian child in his youth, he is now training to follow in his fathers and older brothers footsteps as a soldier in the Vermundian military. Perhaps needless to say, Olivia couldn’t help but to be jealous and bitter towards him for this, though she’d never actually act out in such a way towards him. Indeed they were very close, and in his youth she would often bring him trinkets and gifts when he was confined to his bed. Alas, eventually he started parroting Matthias and Oliver by telling her she needed to simply accept her lot in life - in part out of his love for her, and in part his jealousy. As much as he loves her, he also hates her for being so ‘free-spirited’ about everything. (By then, however, she was already enlisting under their noses.) He’s a rather weak-willed sort, doted on endlessly by his mother and not at all cruel at heart, but desperately tries to make up for his shortcomings by emulating the strength and demeanors of those around him.

Abigail “Abby” Tramont. The youngest of the Tramont’s and Olivia’s favorite. She is everything her older sister is not and more than happy to follow in her mothers footsteps, enjoying all of the dancing and needlework and such. But she loves her big sister dearly, ever enamored by the tales of adventure Olivia would put her to bed with, and Olivia’s romantic dreams of the ideal knight. After Olivia’s return as Arisen, she would send her letters or even sneak to her house to visit her, gifting her embroideries she made. She loves to listen to all of Olivia’s own adventures now, while sipping on tea and the tasty treats she brought that she knows Olivia loves so well. And while she had next to no opinion on Pawns before meeting them so much more up close and personal through Olivia, upon doing so she’s quietly disturbed by how her eldest brother speaks of them in comparison to the reality she sees. She is very fond of Emrys and somewhat unknowingly regards him like a big brother - she’s certainly never had a brother like him, who is actually fun to be around.

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Yandere Alto Clef Headcanons: Clef VS Period

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back FINALLY With Some SCP headcanons, this one is Yandere Alto Clef X Non-Binary Listener On Their Period and how he comforts them! So let's do this Please enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: Yes, Reader/Listener is Non Binary! They were most likely AFAB if they were having a period, they still have their uterus but do not identify as female. This can happen and is normal. They are a person that has a period

Disclaimer number 2: Alto Clef is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional yanderes and characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)

-Yandere Period Problem Headcanons With Alto Clef X Non-Binary Reader-

.He is a worry wart when you are on your period.

.Though a part of him wants to breed you.

.He does not do it cause he knows you would not be happy with him.

.He hates to see you in pain so you know he is going to get you a hot water bottle for you and painkillers.

.He also has a very sweet side with you when you are on your period.

.Most women find him to be a creep but he is actually very wholesome with you and never forces you to do anything romantically or sexually.

.He also cares about you because he is obsessed with you and wants to just love and be sweet with you.

.He would get all your favorite foods and of course, he would still be a chaotic poo.

.He is a liar to his core, so he would say how hard it is to take care of you when you are on your period.

.That is what he would tell others.

.To you, you are the only one he is honest with.

.So he tells you that is perfectly happy to take care of you and to love on you~

.He loves to just lay on the couch with you, watch your favorite show, and give you a tummy massage.

.He can also tell when your period is going to come.

.All based on the amount of swelling in your chest.

.Your chest area he knows very well no matter their size.

.So he will be able to tell when your chest is showing signs of your period.

.He DOES NOT LET ANYONE Misgender you, even when you are not around.

.He does not care if you have a uterus and are AFAB, he sees you as his partner and the person you are.

.So it does not matter what your biology says, and he will frick up anyone who says you are female, just because you have a uterus.

.He has been known to kill the people who misgender you, because protecting you and making sure you feel the safest you are.

.He will also be there to cry on his shoulder.

.To make sure you can get all the frustration out of your monthly cycle. Especially if it makes you feel like you are not the person you are and not the Biological Sex you have.

.He also would scare the researcher in charge of you to give you time off.

.He still would work from his and your apartment.

.Also he gets a ton of chocolate for you and leaves it in the bathroom with all the period products that you could ever want.

.He is a no-nonsense yandere so you better shut up, sit down, eat your favorite foods, and rest your body.

.Or he will tie you to the bed to do that.

.Clef had said if he could beat the crap out of your period for hurting you and causing your emotional destress if he could.

.He would fight your period if he could.

.No one hurts his darling aka you, not even your period.

.If he can get a hand on any scp to get rid of your period he would.

.He does not care what the O5 council will say.

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id-rather-be-an-outsider · 1 year

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Cashmere and Cradles

Jean Kierstein x Pregnant!Reader

summary: y/n gets sick, and Jean worries sick. then, they’re both in for the sickest surprise of their lives.

word count: 3226

a/n: I was inspired to write this by the always lovely @quiveringdeer! this is also something close to home for me due to me incorporating my personal experiences, so plz be nice in the notes ya’ll (everyone always is but I like putting the disclaimer there for certain fics)

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I haven’t stopped being nauseous since I woke up. Is this really all because I had an anxiety attack from that one asshole? I already googled it, maybe it’s the fact that I drank a ton of water right when I woke up. I don’t know. I could barely touch the alfredo noodles we had last night, but I thought that was just me being anxious. Jean looked a little concerned at dinner, but I told him I was fine when he kissed me goodbye this morning. Just tired.

Really, I’m exhausted. I feel my stomach lurch, and I realize, I’m going to throw up. I run to the bathroom as fast as possible, nearly missing the toilet, and the last bits of undigested dinner from last night come up, along with bile and all the water from earlier. When I stop retching, I flush the toilet, and stand up dizzily. I brush my teeth to get rid of the remaining vomit, gargle a million times, and wipe my face, which has tears streaming down from the pain. Without fail, my body always feels like it’s been shoved into a trash compactor when I throw up.

When I’m finished cleaning myself up, I decide to go back to bed. The thought of trying to keep food down right now is an awful one. I text Jean to tell him I think I got a stomach bug, and he immediately texts me back asking why. I smile to myself, rolling my eyes a bit. He’s such a worry wart. Just puked, but I feel a lot better. Must’ve been why I was tired, I reply.

Do you need anything? He asks me, and I can imagine his furrowed eyebrows right in front of me.

You’re so sweet, baby. No, I just need sleep.

Have you eaten today?

No. If I eat right now I probably won’t keep it down. I never can after throwing up. I’ll eat when I wake back up. Love you xo

Ok, love you too babygirl xo

I smile to myself, then set my phone down on the nightstand. It doesn’t take long for me to drift off into a peaceful slumber.

I’m woken by my phone vibrating on the nightstand. “Hello?” I answer groggily, and am spooked by Connie’s annoyingly loud voice.

“Y/n! Someone’s pregnant!” He yells into my ear. I hold my phone far away from me, pinching the bridge of my nose. Somehow, he’s already given me a headache. “Who?”

“I don’t know, but Sasha said her mom had a dream about fish! And you know what that means!” He says. I do not know what that means.

I yawn, asking, “Does it mean she misses her son-in-law’s cooking? Niccolo should visit her again soon.”

Connie pauses. “Hey, were you asleep before I called you?”

“Yes. Very peacefully, I might add. I have the flu.”

“W-why didn’t you tell me?!” He yells at me, and I wince.

“Connie, shut the fuck up! I have a migraine because of you! And because, I thought it would be obvious!” I say.

“Huh?” Connie asks in exasperation. “It’s three in the afternoon! How am I supposed to know you took a midday nap?”

“I never took a nap…” I trail off when I realize that means I’ve slept for basically 14 hours straight, excluding my short time being awake this morning. “Damn. I didn’t think I was this sick.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up, y/n.” Connie apologizes, panic gone from his voice.

I wave him off, not realizing he can’t see me for a few seconds. “No, no, it’s fine. I needed to get up anyways, I have commissions I need to work on, sick or not. Anyways, what’s your point? About the fish and somebody being pregnant.”

“Oh! Right!” He exclaims. “So, dreams have meaning. There’s symbolism in them that rings true.”

“Why are you using the word symbolism? That has no business being in your vocabulary, it’s out of your intelligence bracket.” I say, snickering to myself when he pauses to process what I’ve said.

“Hey! I know things, okay?!” Connie defends himself after realizing I called him stupid. “Anyways, when someone dreams about a fish, it means someone they know is pregnant. And there’s always someone who’s pregnant.

“Mhm.” I say. “Well, if you figure out who that pregnant person is, tell me so I can congratulate them on making a terrible financial decision for the next eighteen plus years. I’m tired, so I’m gonna go back to bed.”

Connie says, “But didn’t you just talk about how much work you were gonna do?”

“Times change, Connie,” I respond, “That, and I just got even more tired than I was when I first answered the phone. I think you’re just exhausting me with your idiocy.”

Connie gasps, and I swear I can hear him clutching his imaginary pearls. “Hurtful!”

I sigh. “Goodbye, Connie.”

He groans, like I’ve just ruined his plans to gossip about pregnancy candidates. “Bye, y/n.” The phone hangs up with a beep, and I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as I think to myself. There aren’t many options, in all honesty. Ymir and Historia could have decided they wanted to start a family, Eren and Mikasa, Annie and Bertholdt, even Sasha and Niccolo. I’m sick as a dog, so I’m already counted out — can’t have a baby when you’re busy having stomach flu. Before I know it, I’m lulled back to sleep by the comfort of the plush mattress and cushy blankets.

When I come to, it’s sunset, and the offending noise that wakes me is Jean’s keys jangling in the doorknob. I would get up to unlock the door for him, but I’m too groggy to move more than a finger. The door squeaks open, and I hear him put his keys down on the counter, stepping out of his shoes. “Y/n?” He calls, concern laced in his voice.

“Over here!” I respond in turn, yawning and stretching a bit. Jean’s footsteps make the apartment vibrate. He’s not heavy, but the infrastructure isn’t immune to jiggle physics. He turns the concern and I can see the wrinkles forming in real time, all because of me. Then, I can see flowers and a card. “Baby!” I exclaim in surprise, “Is that for me?”

He smiles, and he’s no longer aged by seven years. “I couldn’t come home to my girl empty-handed now, could I? How are you feeling?” He sets the flowers down on the bed, along with the card, and gathers me into a gentle hug, kissing me on the cheek.

“Babe,” I argue, “Don’t, you’ll get sick.”

“And get to take time off to spend with the most beautiful person in the world? Sounds great to me.” He grins when I roll my eyes, then asks, “Did you stay in bed all day?”

I nod. “Yea, I felt pretty shitty. No throwing up aside from the one time, though. Oh! And guess what? According to Sasha’s mom, somebody’s pregnant. The fish in her dreams told her so.”

He meets my eyes with a knowing look, his smile ever-present. “I am taking this so seriously right now, I swear. And who did we hear this fish dream news from?”

“Connie, who dared to wake me from my slumber.” I sigh, sitting up in the bed so I can be on eye-level with Jean.

Jean says, “I see, I see. Sounds like indisputable fact, if you ask me.”

“No, babe. We’re asking the dream fish.”

He laughs, and I laugh with him. “Okay, enough bullying people for being superstitious. You need some water, and soft foods. You probably haven’t eaten all day, have you?” I shake my head no. Jean says, “Well, I’m not Chef Niccolo, but I can make something pretty saucy. I’ll see what I can manage.”

“Do we have…” I start, but trail off, realizing it was a stupid question. Of course we wouldn’t have Kraft mac and cheese. “Nevermind.” I say with a smile at Jean as he looks at me inquisitively.

Fifteen minutes later, he brings me a bowl of noodles with shredded chicken in it. “Is this alright?” He asks me, and I can see he genuinely is worried I won’t like it.

I smile gratefully at him. “Of course, thank you baby. You don’t have to worry about me, the nausea seems to be the worst of it.” I feel a twinge in my stomach looking at the food, but I know it’s just me being finicky because I’m sick. I have to eat something if I want to get better.

He pats my back. “All right, I’m gonna hop in the shower. The door’s unlocked if you need anything, as per usual.” He kisses my forehead, then leaves me to handle business.

When he’s out of sight, I stare at my food like it’s insulting me. My stomach feels like it’s doing flips, and I would rather go back to sleep, but I know if I don’t eat anything, Jean will freak. His mom used to get sick all the time — bad immune system — so now, after everything I’ve been through, he watches over me like a mother hen.

And what is it that I’ve been through? Well… a miscarriage. And an eating disorder. It was for the better that the miscarriage happened, because neither of us were ready for a kid, but it was grueling. I only found out I was pregnant because of the miscarriage, and it left me even more physically and emotionally drained than I already had been for the month before. It explained the nausea, and the inability to eat most foods, but after the miscarriage, I continued being unable to eat. I lost a lot of weight, and when I finally went to the doctor’s office, they recommended I start eating protein bars to regain what I’d lost. I did, and I haven’t lost the weight again since then, but Jean fusses over me, because he knows my eating disorder is a daily battle, not one that just goes away. I tell him not to worry, that as long as I’m keeping my current weight then we have nothing to worry about, but it’s like talking to a brick wall. Or, for accuracy’s sake, it’s like talking to a magical brick wall that finds the most anxiety-inducing message in all of your words and echoes that back to you.

The miscarriage and the events after it happened years ago, but I remember it like yesterday, and so does Jean. Every now and then, we whisper to each other at night, talking about what might have happened if I hadn’t miscarried.

I don’t know why I’m thinking about all of this right now. Maybe it’s because the nausea I’m feeling now reminds me of back then. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts, then mentally prepare myself to take a bite of food. I stab the fork into my noodles and twist, twist, twist, until I have a reasonable lump of noodles around my fork, ready to be eaten. I lift it up into my mouth, and when I smell the noodles… it’s over.

I throw my fork down, quickly setting my bowl down on the nightstand and run to the bathroom faster than the speed of light. I nearly slam the door open, and start puking as soon as the toilet seat and lid are propped up. I hear Jean pull back the shower curtain as I heave, splatters of liquid and mush landing in the toilet. The room is already steamed up – he loves hot showers. We both do, to be fair. “Babe? Are you okay?” He asks me, and it takes literally everything in me to not snap at him and say that I’m obviously not okay.

I give him a thumbs up. “I don’t know why, but just smelling the food made me nauseous. What was the expiration date on the canned chicken?”

As water trickles down his bare chest, sculpted abs dividing my attention, Jean says, “I just bought that on Saturday. No way it’s expired. If you can’t eat, why don’t you try taking a shower? You’ve been in sick clothes all day.” I put the lid down and flush the toilet, slowly nodding as I stand up. I strip down, joining him in the spray as he holds his hand out for me to take. Always the gentleman. I’m sandwiched between him and the warm water, and I sigh, feeling some relief for once. He slides his hands around my waist, kissing my cheek and leaning his head against mine, sighing with me. “I’m sorry you’re so sick, baby.”

I turn around to face him, the water hitting my backside as I wrap my arms around his neck, looking up at him. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” I get up on my tip-toes to kiss him, and where nausea once was in my stomach, a fire suddenly rages – a fire of want, of desperate need. I close my eyes, deepening the kiss and pressing my body against his. “Baby.” I pant out, reaching down for his member as I feel the slick growing between my thighs.

He grunts, stopping the kiss and holding my arms, stepping away. “Not right now, y/n. You’re sick. It would just make you worse. Let’s wait until you’re feeling better, yea?” I hadn’t actually touched him yet, but I can already see that he’s clearly aroused.

I frown to myself. I’m disappointed, but he’s right. “Yea, right. Sorry.” I don’t know what came over me in that moment, but right now, I feel riled up for no apparent reason. What is happening to me?

We finish our shower, and he grabs out the silkiest pair of pajamas for me, helping me dry off and put them on before helping me into bed, and I note he removed the offending food from the area. I don’t know how I managed to meet someone as kind as him. “Hey,” He asks me, “Weren’t you supposed to start your period a few days ago?”

I think to myself, then nod in confirmation. “I think I was. No big deal, though. I’d probably be miserable if I had to deal with that and this at the same time.” He looks deep in thought. “What is it?” I ask him.

He shakes his head. “I’m just worried about you, is all. Why don’t you get some sleep and I’ll run to the store to get some hot cocoa for you to try?” Hot cocoa sounds delicious right now, I’ll give him that. It’s not usually something I crave, but maybe some sugar is just the thing I need after all of this bullshit.

I smile, then lay back in bed. “Okay, baby. See you then.”

When I wake up, it’s to Jean sitting at my feet, holding some kind of stick in his hand, eyes wide in shock, jaw completely slack. I look to my right and spot two mugs of cocoa sitting on my nightstand, one half-drunk. “Baby? What is it?” I ask him, unable to push myself up.

“I… I… I didn’t think… I only had an inkling of a hunch as to what it might be, but…” He stammers, more to himself than to me.

I sigh forcefully. “Jean. Baby. What is it?”

“Baby.” He says.

“Yes, I’m listening, Jean,” I reply, a bit annoyed that he isn’t listening. It’s not like him. “What is it?” I ask again, with more emphasis.

“A baby.” He says, and when he lifts up his hand to show me, I realize he’s holding not one, not two, but three pregnancy tests. And they all are positive. “You forgot to flush the toilet when you peed after getting out of the shower.”

Now, my face matches his. “What???” I say, suddenly jolting up into a sitting position, but not without a wave of nausea rolling over me. “I… what are we gonna do?” I say, panic setting in.

Jean answers, “We’re gonna do what you want to do, of course.” He leans over, setting the tests down on my nightstand and grabbing my hand, squeezing it. “If you don’t feel ready…”

“I–” I cut myself off when I feel my lip wobble. Tears suddenly well up in my eyes, and I fight the urge to let them loose. “Jean, I can’t.” I see the disappointment in his eyes, and I start to cry. “I can’t lose another one, Jean, I can’t. Please.”

He pauses, taken aback, but quickly hugs me to comfort me. “Oh, y/n, don’t cry, don’t cry. I’m an idiot, I thought you were saying ‘I can’t’ as in, you couldn’t keep it, I’m an idiot, ignore my initial reaction.”

I sniffle and wipe my eyes. “Wait…” I ask, “You mean you would rather me keep it?”

Jean laughs, and I almost puke from the vibrations alone, but I don’t care right now. “Yes, yes, I absolutely would rather you keep it, but I’ll support you either way.”

I start crying even more. “Oh, thank God, thank God, I thought…”

Jean pulls back slightly, but only to place kiss upon kiss all over my face. He pauses, looking me in the eye. “Put that thought away. It doesn’t have any place here.” He then places his arm behind my back, laying me back down on the bed. He starts unbuttoning my pajama top, just a few buttons from the waist up. He kisses my stomach, right below my belly button. “Hey, baby.” He whispers against my abdomen, and I lightly push him away with my arms.

“Baby. As cute as that is, please don’t. The vibrations make me nauseous.” I smile tiredly, but beckon him to lay next to me. He happily joins me, throwing an arm over my stomach and sliding under the covers.

Quietly, he says, “How does the cocoa smell?”

“Good.” I whisper.

He chuckles. “My mom said she liked that when she was pregnant with me.”

Sassily, I say, “Oh, so the baby has your taste, does he?”

And he says, “Possibly. Is it selfish of me to want them to be a girl? I’d love to have two of you around here. Plus, then Connie won’t try to make me name them after him in honor of him being the first one to share the news of your pregnancy.”

I roll my eyes. “Right, the fish gods.”

“I thought they were dream fish?”

“Same shit.” I scoff. “Can we just… never tell him?”

Jean hums. “Mmm… unfortunately, that might be a little suspect. We have to tell my mom first, anyways. Gramas always have seniority. Want me to wait a bit?”

I respond, “Maybe for a week, that way you can say I got you sick and you can’t go into work.”

Jean groans. “Babe, how are you so hot, so smart, and so pregnant with my kid, all at once? I feel so lucky right now.” He kisses my collar bone, laying back beside me like I’ve knocked him out with my grand idea.

I laugh, hand resting on my stomach. “You’re an idiot, Jean.”

“Just a fool in love,” He says, “Thinking about cashmere blankets and cedarwood cradles.”

#outsider writes #fanfiction #fanfic #attack on titan #AOT #Jean Kierstein #jean kierstein x reader #pregnant!reader #TW!pregnancy #TW!miscarriage #TW!EDmention #fluff #TW!puking #slight angst #near-smutty moment

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midnightlee25 · 1 year

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Could I request platonic yandere parent Kaede Akamatsu headcanons? :3

Random Yandere Headcanons: Platonic Parent: Kaede Akamatsu

She is a very doting parent that almost never sees any wrong in her child even if they did wrong.

Although she does tip more into spoiling, she does manage to keep a good balance between spoiling and strict.

She will not tolerate any mistreatment of her child and the older they get the worst the punishment will be.

From scolding to ruining the other person's life and maybe even getting rid of said person if needed.

She always reminds them how much she loves them and how they can always come to her for anything at all.

She is quite a worry wart when it comes to her child and so she will have some way to track her child as well as have a way to look at who they are always talking to.

Of course, she doesn’t read every single thing but she will occasionally check up on their messages or statuses or anything else she feels like they’re not telling her.

In the end she is a mama bear whose child is her whole world.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa #yandere danganronpa headcanons #yandere danganronpa #danganronpa kaede #yandere kaede #kaede akamatsu

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lara-prisma-avm-ask-blog · 2 years

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AvM Ask blog open Now!

AU information:

This AU will not affect Alan's chosen ending for the current arc of the series. This is an Alternate universe, so some things may not look like the end result of the story.

This one takes place on a Minecraft server. After the battle against the king, the party wins after a second Coming uses his powers in a fight, dealing damage to the blocks. Preventing them from leaving the Minecraft world indefinitely.

After several options, they recently decided to live on a server created by Alan (where the only way to communicate with them is through the game.)Now they live on a server and build a base to live in the game world.

The mobs friends in red also decided to accompany them, and they live close to the base.

The king and the purple were given a second chance to change and be better, no matter how much the group has its disagreements.

Alan is still trying to help find a way to fix this and get the group back out of the game.(Maybe he ends up needing some extra help...hum...Perhaps the Chosen or the Dark?)

Speaking of those ex friends. Chosen found Dark after the fight with S.C and gave him a second chance. As much as Dark doesn't believe he can change, as he believes he can. Dark also lost his powers for some reason, so even if he wanted to get rid of Cho, he can't... For that and for another reason too...

Now for the characters available for questions in this AU:

Second Coming: Leader of the group, trying to control his powers which are spontaneously activated when he gets angry, goes by they/Them/it

Red: the animal-loving fighter thet takes care of their little farm, Affectionate and sensitive but very protective of friends/family. Goes by they/Them

Green: the creative, builder and musician, believes he is the only one who accepted gives purple a chance, hates MT/King, only accepted gives him a "chance", they did it just because purple asked. Goes by they/Them/he

Yellow: The genius of the group, keep the Command block staff in their room, Still curious about various Minecraft mysteries (kind of became a fan of The Game Theorist), The room on the side is blue's, has a lab to experiment with redstone, go to They/Them/ti

Blue: curious, nether wart addict, The alchemist of the group, always trying a crazy new combination of potions and constantly testing it on ther friends. They go by They/Them/he

Purple: still not used to this "friendship" thing, likes to spend time with green, sarcastic and very quitting on almost everything,Not seeing himself as deserving of Verde's friendship, he can't fit in, constant heavy arguments with MT, he likes to pick flowers.

Rei/MT(mongo tango [still find this funny lol!😂]): Cold, distant from everyone, usually carries his empty staff trying to look like intimacy but only comes pathetic. He doesn't know how to be a good friend, but... "Try." Likes to be alone away from everyone else, but kind of likes the fellows in purple and Jacob the endermen (As much as he pretends not to like their presence) He doesn't like to show even a form of feeling or affection to others, which doesn't help in his search for forgiveness. goes for he/hum/them

The Dark Lord: Lost powers without explanation, bears scars from his battle (and defeat) with S.C, He doesn't like the idea of having feelings, he pretends not to care about the Chosen One but deep down he still cares, he's afraid of himself... go for he/him/them

The chosen One: Believes Dark can change, almighty, weakened after battle, lives in the stickwolrd(I don't know the name of the world they live in Showdown ;-;) Cold and quiet, usually doesn't show much emotion. Go for they/he/them

Victim:[???]

Minor characters are, Jacob [lives in a nearby cave and has been excluded from the rest of the endermen], Alan [communicates himself through his Minecraft avatar] and the yellow team [the mobs from the monster school]

Questions are open to be asked my dear friends! You can ask each of them and with respect!!

Some rules:

No disrespecting my AU

No prejudice or discrimination

no NSFW

No disrespecting ships (I'm the type who can't resist shipping characters ;-;)

No content or questions 18+

No fetishes!

You cannot interact with characters in any way other than asking, Requests, or deres.

And finally, respect every comment or question

Hope you like it and follow the blog rules!

[and yes, that was supposed to be me in the picture, lol😂

#animation vs minecraft #animator vs animation #avm second coming #avm purple #avm yellow #avm red #avm blue #avm green #avm king orange #avm au #avm ask blog #avm arte #ava the dark lord #ava the chosen one #ava victim #minecraft #jacob the enderman

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mushroom-for-art · 29 days

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♡

synbe my beloved? perhaps?

Shadow au Maybe is just

●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● | ATTRACTION

●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● | AFFECTION

●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● | INTEREST

●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● | LOYALTY

●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● | TRUST

Trust is higher because literally they are fused and combined with each other through the crystals literally cannot not trust him he holds the entirety of her entity in his hands and can just be inside her brain holding her essence like damn could probably kill her! But he won't cause that's him wife!!! Never not interested attracted to and affectionate for her hubby with extra loyalty because like spoilers but she's stupid devoted to him, I think even with their connection through the crystal he still always intrigues and captivated her because even connected he has his little quirks and can sneak off and leave the radius of their bond and do sneakies she's not aware of he will always surprise her<3

Canon Maybe has a pair of binoculars and is currently wondering who that stranger is outside 🔍 (no binocular emoji crimes) (before at first meeting/after getting to know him)

●●○○○ / ●●●●● | ATTRACTION (who is that kinda handsome stranger outside I dont know him but he kinda good looking but also who the fuck are u)/ will tell him openly how attractive she finds him (when she's got the confidence), and not just the physical attraction, nothing more attractive really than a man who tries and heals and is full of love (the fact she also thinks he's eye candy is a bonus)

●●○○○○○/●●●●● | AFFECTION (while not knowing him she's very familiar with shadows and has a weird kinda relationship to the concept holds nostalgia familiarity and empathetic sympathetic affection for him because are you okay? Affection in the caring sense not the nuzzle sense if that even makes sense)/ now she will nuzzle that mother fucker get down here so we can nose nuzzle u fuck <- Maybe @ Syn lovingly

●●●●●/●●●●● | INTEREST (Sir are you OKAY she is so interested who is this man frfr is he here to start a fight with darkness she is shouting to her creator I do not answer XD)/ still just as interested in him but now like just for him and not the sir who are you please don't deck my sister aspect, thinks he's strange in a nice way he's different to her really they probably have very little in common or overlap and yet they click it's nice

●●○○○/●●●●● | LOYALTY (doesn't know him but DOES feel a duty of care for him he is a mewtwo like her the same species and potentially inflicted by shadow and desperately needing help she didn't take an oath of care but like! Still has that loyalty to her morals to care for him would feel a deep sense of like commitment to stay by his side during his recovery! Like damn you are not okay I want to make sure you're going to be okay though!)/lmao ur not getting rid of her Syn sorry she's like a wart, much like shadow au there's the very real chance she would choose him over her own kin given the circumstances

○○○○○/●●●●● | TRUST (I wish I knew how to make that emoji because I'd make the circles maxed out grey circles because upon first seeing him she WANTS to trust him so so badly wants to really hope there's a pokemon in there a pokemon who will accept help and isn't just rabid and lacking any sense or soul she wants to believe and trust him that he won't hurt her won't try to steal her life ya know wants to believe he's trustworthy)/her goober, loves and trusts him whole heartedly but will still get the jeebies if he tries to hand her something because my love please, please I swear if this is a bug. Syns probably brought her half dead things before, just hmm I love u here's a rattata so you can drain its life force and be strong. Maybe just ilu but please stop bringing me half dead animals XD I don't wanna put my hands out and receive a pachurisu but thank you for the thought.

#my oc #Maybe the mewtwo #Mewtwo oc #Oc Maybe #Maybe mewtwo #@seasidemew Syn #Syn #Synbe<3 #Canon Maybe practicing healthy concern and caution for a man she's never seen before while shadow au goes feral l #Canon just: who?? What?? And Shadow just shoves her like OUTTA THE WAY I'M SEEING MY HUBBY #Maybe just: Creator!! There's a weird looking hot mewtwo outside I dont want him starting fights with darkness #Lovingly lmao looking at him through her binoculars sus as fuck bird watching his ass XD #Get observed and reviewed from a distance before interaction fool

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