#* relationship ╱ the doctor & connie.

[abiatackerman]

AOT characters relationships with you.....

Levi Ackerman

At first your relationship with Levi wasn't good at all. You thought he's an arrogant bastard and he thought you're a lazy assed useless doctor who won't survive even a second on the battlefield. He got more pissed on you because he was ordered to train a fragile person like you and had to turn you into a soldier.

On the other hand, you used to get so pissed with him because he was a strict and harsh trainer. Also not to mention he used to insult you as often as he could. You almost shouted at him every day. But little did none of you two know, Levi liked it when you would get angry at him and you really liked shouting at him.

Slowly but surely, you two started to get close. You started to heal his mental and physical wounds, he focused on making you stronger. Not to mention he never hesitated to let anyone know that he was your protector and he would show no mercy to anyone or anything which will try to hurt you in any way.

But with you he was soft. He would cry on your shoulder, reveal his real feelings to you. You helped him to get out of his childhood trauma, showed him how amazing love and physical affection is.... You made him love you so hard that getting worried if losing you, he dragged your ass to the church and married you just when he got the chance. And thus you two become the ideal couple of the survey corps.

Hange Zoe

She's your best friend in the survey corps. Also not to mention you two spend the most time together. You two are like sisters to each other, you pulling her to shower she's pulling you out of your bed in the morning. Though there's a lot of difference between you two.... You two never fail to get along.

Also, she's the main supporting character in your relationship with Levi. Also the main teaser too!

Erwin Smith

Your relationship with him is formal but you two both respect each other. You slowly but surely get his trust and he started to trust you so much that he never imagined making you a pawn of his bet. Also you both support each other mentally if you two get the chance. Like he would console you if you wouldn't be able to save a soldier's life and you would console him if one of his plans would accidentally fail.

Special Operation Squad members

Since you were a member of this squad too and you spent most of your time with them, your relationship with them was pretty friendly. Especially with Petra, you cared for her like she was your little sister. Also you and Oluo would try to mimic Levi together, have fun chatting with Eld and Gunther. They even forced you to meet their family... That's how close you were with them. You were the breath of fresh air and happiness in the squad.

Mike Zacharias

Your relationship with him was just how two colleagues relationship should be. You two would meet often and talk about the normal things out of formality. Also you liked how amazing his smelling ability was, it always amused you.

Eren, Mikasa and Armin

You always cared for them as you little siblings. Especially Armin, who likes to read books just like you. You would chat with him for hours about your favourite books and not to mention support his amazing ideas and encourage him since he was so insecure about himself.

Eren and you had spent enough quality time together. He was so scared of Levi and you would try to reassure him as you would laugh seeing his scared expressions. Also most of the time you two would talk about the titan abilities and you would try to find out how many similarities titans and humans had until it was discovered that titans are actually humans.

Mikasa and you never really spend that much time together.... But you always respected her for her strength and protectiveness and she loved you for always saving Eren's ass from Levi.

Jean Connie and Sasha

Just like the previous trio, you cared for these three the same. Especially Sasha, you probably cared for her the most. You find her always the cutest and the most adorable. You litarery cared for her so much that you sometimes gave her the opportunity to sneak in the kitchen to steal food. Also you loved cooking for her and enjoyed seeing how happily she ate them.

As for Jean and Connie, you would always enjoy their jokes and stupidity. You would sometimes joke with them too to reduce some weight from your shoulder. They were a refreshment for you from the cruel life of the survey corps.

Historia Reiss

You always felt pity for her. You didn't know her until her true identity was revealed. After she became queen and started to work for the homeless-unwanted children, you helped her to run the orphanage and to manage the kids. You were with her during her pregnancy period and helped her to give birth.

A/N: Hello there everyone! So I decided to write my thoughts on what your relationship would look like with the AOT characters. Of course it's my and only my thinking, you guys can think in your way. Here you means 🫵 (if you wanna imagine yourself) also me and my oc.... The oc of the story I've been writing on my ao3 account.

So that's it! Hope ya all have a great day!

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[postwarlevi]

Protective

Content: 2.4k words of dad to be Jean worrying maybe a little too much about you and the baby.

a/n- first time with established relationship with Jean! Kind of got away from me but I hope you enjoy anyway :)

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"What are you doing?!" You freeze at hearing your husbands voice ring out. Caught again!

"Nothing! I was just-" You don't even get to finish your sentence before Jean is scooping you up into him arms, off the first step of the little stool and back onto completely solid ground.

"You were just getting off of there!" He says, taking the stool and removing it from the kitchen.

"I was just trying to reach the flour!" You follow him into the living room, explaining yourself.

"I could reach it for you, just ask me." He says, turning back towards you once the stool is far enough away.

"Okay, could you get me the flour?" You mumble, not meeting his gaze.

He hugs you around the waist, petting you hair. "Flour would be for.. baking?" He asks in a way as if you are doing something wrong.

You huff at him. "Of course! I was just going to make a little strawberry dessert!" Just a little something!

"You know you can't have a lot of sugar." He speaks calming and still holds you despite your obvious rising irritation.

"Jean!" You whine at him. "I can't go the entire time without something sweet! And you love strawberries!" You would have preferred a blueberry dessert, but were hoping by making it strawberry, you could talk him into letting you make it.

He smooths your hair back and kisses your head, ignoring the daggers you shoot at him from under your lashes as you look up at him. "I told you, I wouldn't have it if you couldn't have it. And, you can't have it. Not yet." Not even strawberries would entice him.

"You don't let me do anything!" You sigh in defeat and lay your head against his chest, annoyed, but still showing him acceptance and appreciation, knowing that he has your wellbeing in mind.

"I'm going to let you give birth in a couple months." He chuckles, rubbing your belly.

Your mood changes instantly and you grin and hug him for real.

"Yes, a couple more months. A couple more months of not letting me do anything." You say playfully, looking up at him.

"I know. I know." Jean let's out a tiny sigh. "I can't help it. It's our first baby. I've always tried to keep you safe, and now I'm keeping both of you safe. It's stressful." He says, a bit of worry in his voice.

"Honey, nothing is going to happen. But I promise, I won't get on step stools anymore. And I'll keep my sugar intake down, mostly. And I won't go water the plants when it's too hot, and I won't get in the car when Sasha is driving, and-"

He cuts you off with a snort. "I know I can overreact, and I won't promise I'll get better. But you shouldn't let Sasha drive no matter what your condition." You both laugh together.

You both find something to eat and settle down on the couch together and watch a bit of television. You sigh happily and kiss Jeans cheek, who smiles at you. You never really get mad at him, and neither of you can stay annoyed for long.

You try to be understanding. This is your first child, after all. Six months ago a little life had been created and now in three more months they would be here.

Though you've been a bit nervous, overall you've held it together. Children are born every day. There's no reason for any nerves. Your husband, however, is a different story.

Not only is he insistent on listening to your doctors to a tee, he has been reading baby books and perhaps has taken up a bad habit of searching the internet as well. Any little ache or pain you get, any sneeze, any new craving, Jean is right on it. He doesn't let you lift a finger if he can help it. He doesn't let you do anything that could compromise you. Nothing, at all. It's been a lot, and you would possibly kill for something sweet at this point. But you know he has yours and your little ones best interest in mind.

"I'm gonna go out with Connie and Marco for a bit tomorrow, is that okay? I could stay home if you want." He asks you as he puts his empty plate on the coffee table, making you almost laugh.

"Of course you should go, I don't want you stuck with me all the time. Save that for baby." The house to yourself? Even just for a little while? It sounds wonderful.

"Well, it's not stuck babe, but, thanks. Sasha said she'd come stay with you." Though he wouldn't let her drive you around, Sasha could come to the house.

"Honey, I don't need a babysitter." You almost pout. You love Sasha, she's your best friend, but you haven't had a moment to yourself in… months.

Jean takes your almost empty plate of healthy snacks and puts it aside, pulling you to his chest. "I know." He knows he's being silly, but with you, he wouldn't take any chances.

You put your arms around him and close your eyes. "Okay. Okay." You say quietly. Maybe girls day would be nice.

You're only allowed light duty at the moment and are lucky Jean let's you stand long enough to wash the dishes yourself. Though he is never far.

Later in the evening he helps you into the bath and you relax pretty good. You wonder if maybe you can talk Sasha into taking you for a walk in the park tomorrow. If it were up to Jean he'd push YOU around in a stroller. You just want to stretch a bit.

"I love you." He says to you once you're in bed for the evening, after helping you dry your hair. He has you pulled in close and strokes your hair.

"I love you too." You say softly, kissing his mouth lightly and snuggling in close to your sweet, warm lover.

Really, how lucky you are, that you have a husband so caring and loving and involved in the whole process. You would take that and not being allowed to get out of bed yourself over having to do this without a partner.

The next day when Sasha arrives she makes quite the entrance, making you light up.

"Worlds best auntie is here!" She sing songs and pats Jeans arm as she comes in.

"Sasha, please!" Jean tries to settle her down. "Remember what I said." He goes over a few things, like no sugar, making you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, leave, go, your wifey is fine with me." She comes over to hug you and you giggle.

"Go on you." You agree as you hug Sasha back, then go over to Jean. "I'll be good." You promise him, giving him a kiss before sending him on his way.

To Sasha's credit, she takes very good care of you. Helping clean up and doing whatever you want that's within reason. You do go for a short walk, but it turns out, you get tired fairly quickly and head back sooner than you thought.

Sasha also sneaks you a piece of dark chocolate, and you almost melt as you eat the semi sweet goodness.

"Thank you!" A little walk and a piece of candy and you are magically still in one piece. Perhaps you wouldn't mention some of this to Jean though. Especially when you realize your feet are swelling just a tiny bit.

"Can I feel?" Sasha asks you with wide eyes and an outstretched hand as you both sit on the front porch swing.

"Oh course." You stick your belly out more and smile as Sasha puts her hand on your stomach.

"Are you nervous?" She asks quietly, as if she's going to scare you or the baby.

"About giving birth? Yeah, a little."

And for the next little while you talk about the topic and how you're doing and how Jean is doing and if you're ready, and so on.

"The guys really had to convince him to go out today. He doesn't want to be without you." Sasha tells you.

"Yeah, I know. And it's great, really, though I appreciate you guys helping out. Jean is just so… worried." He kind of always has been anxious over things, it's gotten better over the years, though it's come back strong with the new addition coming.

"You help him through it, you know. He loves you so much." Sasha says of her friend. She's known him a long time and sees how good you've been for him. He deals with things much better thanks to you.

It's not long after that Jean is home and he and Sasha trade off. You say your goodbyes to Sasha and hug your husband.

"How was your day?" You ask as you sit on the couch and put your arms around each other.

"It was nice. I feel good. And, babe, I'm sorry. The guys were telling me to relax a bit, I guess everyone has been. I just want to make sure you're happy and healthy, that's it. I hope I haven't been… intolerable." He says with a grimace, realizing that he's only added to your limitations lately.

"Oh Jean, it's fine. You've been so wonderful. You're taking such good care of me, I feel like the luckiest woman. I know how much you love me, us." You put his hand on your stomach, making him smile and nuzzle you head with his chin.

"So very much, and, I worry, you know… which isn't an excuse really to have been acting like I have." He sounds disappointed in himself, making you give a sad smile.

It's really not been as bad as he's making it out. Nothing about this has been easy for either of you. More so, you've been worried about him, which he suspects, and is part of why he's feeling bad.

"It's okay Jean, really. I do understand and know you've been trying your best for all of us, and it's all I could ask for. And everything is going to be fine."

You feel him squeeze you a little tighter and he let's out a soft, "I know."

"And how was your day?" He asks, helping you off the couch and into the kitchen where he starts making dinner.

As you tell him small details of some of the things you did, you notice he does a slight double take and frowns. You pause, knowing you haven't said anything he should scoff at, so, it must be…

"Your feet are a little swollen. Did you go walking?" He asks, trying not to sound to disapproving.

You actually laugh. "Of course you noticed. Yes, yes, we went for a walk. And you and the doctors were right, I didn't get very far. But it was nice to do it anyway." You tell him, and he hears the satisfaction in your voice.

Almost done making dinner, he comes over and leans in to kiss your cheek. "Good. I'll rub your feet later."

Your smile brightens and you hug him, whispering. "I also had a piece of chocolate." You kind of broke your promise, but it really was a tiny piece.

Jean chuckles and holds your cheeks, looking into your eyes. "I'm glad. As long as you enjoyed it. Cause that's all you're getting for a while." He says teasingly and you both laugh together as you continue your evening.

The next few months go by faster than you can imagine. Jean is still very protective but tries to let you indulge sometimes.

Before you know it, a healthy baby boy is born, and you become the most happy, doting parents on the planet. Any tiny cry or cough and you are both right there. How Jean has been acting and treating you, you understand more than ever now.

Jean is still the more anxious one. He's ready to call the doctor over anything new or unexpected, no matter how small. He tries to be more calm so it doesn't affect you or the baby. He's been making pretty good strides the last few months.

"Honey, I think you can put him down now." You say one night, standing in the nursery, after finally getting him to sleep.

"I'm never putting him down." Jean says in the most sweet voice you've ever heard from him as he looks down at your sleeping son. This is not nerves but love, and happiness.

It warms your heart and you rest your head on Jeans shoulder, stroking your babies hand gently. "Our boy." You smile, and soon find yourself back in your bedroom with baby resting on Jeans chest as he sits up in bed.

"You can't sleep like that." You remind him that it's safer for him to sleep in his crib, earning a soft grunt from Jean.

"Just a little while longer." He says, pulling you close once you're in bed too.

"You're doing such a great job, daddy." You tell him, snuggling against his side, enjoying the quiet evening with your two loves.

"So are you, mommy. I couldn't do this without you" He kisses your head.

"Me neither." You whisper, making sure he knows how much you need him.

The three of you cuddle for a while until finally putting baby back in his crib.

"Maybe we can just put the crib in our room." Jean says as you leave the nursery, making you giggle.

You do not put the crib in your room, and your little one is right there, safe and sound in the morning, and every morning thereafter.

It takes more practice, on both your parts, but most anxiety of raising a child turns into positivity and creativity over time. There's still bumps as he grows and gets older and everyone experiences new and different feeling and emotions. There are highs and lows like doctor visits, losing a tooth, throwing tantrums, making friends, birthday parties, getting good grades in school, and sometimes not so good ones.

It all comes up again when baby number is announced, but the joy and love outweigh any nerves, as you and Jean look forward to meeting another new little life, ready to do it all over again, and give your son a sibling.

"And I promise, not to ban chocolate." He gives his word, and keeps it. This time around, both of you don't feel like novices anymore.

Though, you don't think you've ever seen quite the look on Jeans face when you find out this one's going to be a girl.

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[netherfeildren]

I am a lantern

A Fear of God story : Series Masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC

Summary: Birdie realizes she’s pregnant. This takes place some time within the events of chapter 2 and 3 of Fear of God. 

Content Warnings: Established relationship; Fluff; Unprotected sex; Domestic kink; Oral sex; Discussions of menstruation; Mention of rough sex; Pregnancy; Internal angst

A/N: Surprise, surprise!! In honor of FoG reaching 15k hits on AO3 here’s the first of my planned extras for the FoG universe :) Thank you so much for all of your love and support 💗

Art is Psyche Weeping by Kink Y. Craft (2009)

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 7.3K

Read on AO3

“Here ya go, sweetheart.” He hands you the bowl of dinner he’d whipped up for the two of you. 

You’d taken to avoiding the mess hall recently, too attached to the cocoon you’d wrapped yourselves in together – always wanting to be alone, basking in each other’s presence, preparing meals for one another, and then going to bed together to feel each other’s skin and fuck until either of you was too exhausted to move. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, turning your face up to him for a kiss with your eyes still on the notes you’re reading. There was too much to do lately. The clinic was so busy and Connie had veritably checked out, only popping in once in a while, leaving the heavy lifting to you with Nancy’s assistance. You’re exhausted, a little overwhelmed, entirely terrified with a perpetual black cloud of self doubt and anxiety hovering over your head at all hours of the day. You aren’t prepared for this… you aren’t even a real doctor, for fuck’s sake. Not really — not in any terms that would’ve counted before. Just whatever semblance of one the apocalypse had chewed up and spit out – an entire community was way too much responsibility for you alone. You feel the backs of your eyes pinch. Your back aches and your head throbs and your stomach has been simmering on a low grade of nausea all day long, but you still have so much to go over.

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When he walks out again, his own bowl in hand, you’re buried face down in your notes, aggressively loud sobs wracking your body. He stares at you for a second, brow pulled down low, and all you can do is look up at him and practically wail. 

Jesus, Birdie. He sighs, long and drawn out, he’s been waiting for this – had felt the storm brewing all evening. Something’s been bugging you or setting you off the past few days, and try as he might, he can’t figure out what the real problem is. He doesn’t want to ask outright just yet – he knows you’re stressed. Connie’s been pushing harder and harder to get you to agree to let him call it quits, and Joel knows you’re scared and stressed and feeling unnecessarily unsure of yourself. If you’d asked him, he thinks you’re ready for the responsibility – more than ready. No one would be able to take care of the community better than your kind and gentle hands and magnificent mind would. 

He sets his bowl down, you’ve not even touched yours, and if it weren’t for the tears, the two of you’d be having words right now about your irresponsible eating habits. He hates when you get so distracted you forget meals, fills him with an inordinate amount of stress. He just needs to know that you’re well fed and taken care of at all times, it’s as simple as that. “Alright, sweetheart. That’s enough.” He pulls your mess of papers and journals and books and your ugly, orange throw from your lap and sets it all gently on the table beside you – ignores your protests as he wraps one arm behind your back and another one under your knees. “You’re done for the night.” He pulls the book you’re trying to reach for out of your hands and scoops you up into his arms with a grunt. Damn knees. “You’re goin’ to bed. No more working tonight.” You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder to continue your sobbing. 

“I– I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you hitch and hiccup. “I’m not finished,” you protest, “I have more to go over,” but your arms tighten around him, and he feels you mouth at the skin of his neck. Emotional and needy, recently. Hungry for his cock and his hands and his tongue at all hours of the day. Not that he was complaining, at all. But he did wonder what’d gotten into you. 

“You are for tonight,” he says softly, “You’re exhausted. Don’t tell me you’re not.”

“I’m not,” you grouch, stubborn and too adorable for your own good. His heart pinches a little. Your weight is so slight in his arms, carrying you up the stairs, just a little bird. He wonders, more often than not, how something so small can be so powerful, can terrify him so much, hold so much sway over his life, his very existence. It scares him enough to keep him away from you, as much as he can force himself, at least, even if he sees it for the lie within himself that it truly is. The two of you are practically living together at this point. As much as he feels like he needs to force himself to lie or pretend that this is still just sex, still just something to ease your individual loneliness, if he gives himself a moment to be really, really honest with himself, he knows what this truly is. 

But for now, for a little while longer at least, as long as he can stretch it out, he’ll swallow the truth of the two of you, swallow it down and pretend it’s less than what it is. That it isn’t absolutely everything.

He sets you down gently on his bed, the sheets still rumpled from when he’d fucked you this morning before he’d sent you off to work, shaky legs, leaking cunt and all. His favorite way to start the day. He helps you settle in, pulls off your leggings and his own thick socks he’d pulled over your cold feet earlier and tucks the covers in around you. He eyes the stack of books on the bedside table, a mix of his own historical fiction and westerns and the cracked and well loved spines of some of your medical texts and scientific journals  – wherever he turned his eye in his house, there were signs of you, signs of the way you’d settled into his life, become an intrinsic part of his existence. He wonders for a moment if he should go as far as taking them downstairs with him, but when he looks down at your sleepy, tear swollen eyes gazing up at him, he decides you’re probably too tired to disobey. 

“Sleep,” he says down at you with false severity. He’s sure he’s entirely transparent, and as you turn your face into his pillow he catches the quick quirk of your smile… yeah, definitely transparent. He hears your muffled yes, sir, as he turns to go back downstairs and tidy up the kitchen before he comes back to join you in bed.

When he makes it back upstairs, his abandoned dinner, scarfed down quickly, and the kitchen cleaned, of course, of course, the bedside lamp is on and your face is buried in one of your textbooks. You’re holding it so close to your face, the tip of your nose almost brushes it, and he scoffs, typical, at the sight of you, but when he looks down he takes in the entire lithe length of you stretched out across his bed. The t-shirt of his you’re wearing has ridden up over your ass so that your little, pink, polka dot panties are peeking up at him. The soft cotton has ridden up into the cleft of your ass so that the elastic digs into the lush swell of your bottom, and he feels his cock stir at the sight. 

Yeah… too adorable, too damn beautiful for your own good. Definitely… He’s going to lick and kiss and bite all of that gorgeous skin in a second.

“What’d I tell you, Birdie?”

“Just one second–” you mumble into the page, not even turning to look at him. He goes into the restroom to brush his teeth, listens to the sound of you turning the pages, one second his ass. If he didn’t forcibly take the book out of your hand and fuck you to sleep you’d never put the damn thing down. Joel supposes he can make the sacrifice.

He comes back out into the bedroom, pulling his shirt over the back of his head and shucking his jeans and boxers down his legs before kneeling behind you on the bed. He reaches for your panties, fuck– he really likes the polka dots, and you’ve still not put the damn book away as he pulls them down the smooth slopes of your legs, and buries his face in your cunt from behind. And finally, finally, he hears the thump of the book against the wooden boards of the floor and then your moan as he licks into your pussy, pulling you apart by the softness of your ass. You groan for him, throaty and drawn out as you arch your back to give him better access. 

“Yeah… that’s what I fuckin’ thought,” he says into your skin, licking a long, wet stripe from your clit all the way to the tight furl of your asshole. He’d taken you hard this morning, fucking your pussy almost brutally until he’d pulled out and pushed his way into your back hole to come in your ass. The two of you had been filthy lately. You’d been particularly insatiable, but you incited something in him that turned him into a fucking animal sometimes. You had the uncanny ability to crawl under his skin and make his blood boil and rage until the only thing that seemed to settle him was your come and your spit and your sweat in his mouth, covering every inch of his skin.

If he really thought about it, he knew he was obsessed with you. Obsession verging on something much more serious – verging on… No, not yet… He wouldn’t think of that yet. 

He pulls back to survey the blushing, flutter of your little hole. Fucking needy thing, he rumbles, but as he goes to push a single finger into your opening, he feels you wince and pull back slightly. Shit, he knew he’d been too rough this morning. He licks another wet swipe along the cleft of your ass. “You sore, baby?” All he gets is your muffled moan and a slight nod of your head, your face buried in the pillows as you hitch your hips higher, trying to tempt him, swaying your ass gently from side to side… like he’d said, needy. He anchors himself up on one arm, the other keeping you spread open while he lets a long string of spit trickle slowly from his pursed mouth, the thick glob covering your tight hole so that he can smear it into your skin. Joel, Joel – he hears you begging into the sheets. “Yeah… I got you, little bird. Don’t worry–” He bends his head again to bite at the crease where your asscheek meets the back of your thigh and then grips your hips to slowly roll you over.

Your eyes are hazy, glazed and wet when he takes in your flushed face. He crawls up the length of your body to lay beside you, slotting one arm under your head and the other wrapping around your thigh to bring it up over his hip. “N– no, Joel– I– I still want you to fuck me… I still wanna come,” you mewl, scratching at his shoulders and arms. Tiny little fingers digging into his skin to try and pull him into obedience. 

“Uh huh, I gotcha, baby… don’t worry. But I’m not gonna fuck you if you’re sore.” He slots his cock between your thighs, pressed up against your wet cleft and starts to slide through your sensitive folds. You shake and jitter in his arms, little hiccuping moans and whimpers every time the wide head bumps and catches against the swollen nub of your clit. 

Please, please, I can take it.

“My poor Birdie,” he coos, “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” The hand on your thigh sneaks back and around your bottom to slot between your thighs, pressing up on his sliding cock to apply greater pressure to your cunt. “How’s this, huh? Feel good?”

“Ungh, ah, ah ah…” So good, so good, you whisper, hot breath fanning over the underside of his chin. He feels the wet swipe of your tongue, your little teeth sinking into the edge of his jaw. “I don’t– I don’t know what’s wrong with me–” His tip catches at your tender opening and you jerk slightly in his arms, he fists the hand not between your legs in your hair to anchor you in place and presses his mouth to yours, a long, wet swipe behind the edge of your teeth. He can hear how wet you are as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, your moans and whimpers getting louder, more desperate. The sound of you is obscene, his own personal wet fucking dream.

 His dream girl… come to life. 

“That’s right, baby. Just like that – gonna come on my cock just like this. Didn’t I say I’d take care of you? Don’t I always take care of you just how you need?” You start to tremble even harder, your leg wrapped around him tightening at his waist so that your heel is pressed sharply into the base of his spine and he feels you jerk as he grinds the thick base of himself into your clit and you start to come. Mewling and keening his name, his good, beautiful girl. He slides his hand up your bottom and back, long, slow passes of his palm along your sweat damp spine to settle you. “That better?” he whispers into your hair. You shiver, and he feels the nod of your head as you mouth as his throat and chest. 

“Yes… thank you.” He pulls back to wrap his hand around your jaw, your bones feel so fragile beneath his strength – something delicate he’s been afforded the privilege of being able to touch with these violence soaked hands of his. He can’t think about how frightened you make him, not now, not when he has you beneath him like this, soft and sated and pliant – the sweetest fucking thing he’s ever laid eyes on in his life. He smushes your cheeks together and plants a soft kiss to your puckered mouth. “Beautiful girl.” All you do is burrow further into the covers, a soft sigh as you nuzzle your cheek into his palm. And so fine, he can admit it, right here and now. He fucking loves you, and it’ll probably be the thing to kill him in the end, this recalcitrance he’s forcing himself into. 

-

You stir awake in the middle of the night. He’s draped over you in his sleep, his face tucked into the warm crook of your neck, big hand palming the weight of your breast. He’s so big and muscular and heavy and you love the feel of his weight pressing you into the mattress. You wrap your arms around him, drag your fingers through his thick curls, and listen to the sound of his soft snores. 

Your entire body feels like one unending, tender bruise. Every sensation heightened, too sensitive, like a raw, exposed nerve. You don’t know what’s wrong with you lately, what’s gotten into you. You’re on the verge of overwhelmed tears, just from the feel of him, the sound of his soft breathing, overwhelmed by how much you love him, how much you want him. You’ve been on the verge of tears for days, the slightest thing setting you off. 

You lay there for a while holding him, sleep gone out the window in the night, abandoning you to wakefulness, but you realize that the reason you’d stirred awake is that you’re cramping low in your belly, a dull and chronic sort of pulse, deep in your womb. Shit, you need to get up and check if you’re bleeding. 

You shift out from under him slowly, slipping from beneath his heavy paw to slip into the restroom. He turns over in his sleep, arm thrown out over the space you’ve just vacated, as if he’s searching for you, even unconscious. As you move towards the restroom there’s another throbbing pulse low in your belly, like you’re carrying around a bruise in the shape of him inside of you. Everything feels extra tender – coiled tight. He’s been insatiable lately — more than his usual. He’d had you four times yesterday alone. Twice today, plus your fooling around before you’d gone to sleep. Your cunt is sore and puffy and soaking wet, even after he’d cleaned you up with a warm wash cloth before falling asleep. Sometimes it seems like you’re fucking a teenager instead of an old man with the stamina he’s got in him. You laugh quietly. 

But when you pull your underwear down to sit on the cold toilet basin, there’s nothing. Huh… you’d for sure thought the cramping meant you’d started your period. A slow simmering churning starts up in your gut, slowly, slowly starting a low boil. Maybe you’re starting soon, that’s why you’re cramping – it’s fine. You wipe and stand to wash your hands. Maybe dinner isn’t sitting right – but no… you’d barely eaten. So something you’d had before then. That’s probably why you’re so sensitive and on edge lately – you’re probably getting sick. You’d been nauseous the past few days, and there was that bout of vomiting the other day. You pull open one of his lavatory drawers, looking for the antacid tablets you know he hoards, when you’re met with the sight of your menstrual cup, sitting in the little plastic bin you keep it in. 

Shit.

Why is this over here? Since when has it been over here? Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. No, no, no.

You can’t remember the last time you’d used it. You try and count back the weeks – fuck, the months. Real panic starts to flutter and fizz in your belly.  When was the last time you’d had a period? Surely more than four weeks ago but … but if it’s been that long, if you’re remembering correctly… then… then, it’s been closer to two months by now. So that would mean… that means… you turn towards the door where Joel sleeps, unaware, on the other side as if you can see him through the thick wood. 

You feel your heart drop into your stomach, the rhythm of its beat ricocheting up to a concerning speed. Oh, God. Oh, God. How could you have been so careless – so distracted? How is this the first time you’re even thinking about this – even realizing it? But no… if you’re being honest, objective – you know you’ve only been waiting for something like this to happen – for months now. How could you not? When the two of you had never even pretended at being careful or responsible for preventing something like this. Oh, God – how are you going to tell him? What is he going to say? He’s going to be so angry. 

But a voice at the back of your mind whispers that you’re only telling yourself that – that you know it isn’t true – that you know he’d be not only happy, but overjoyed at the thought of a baby. But how could you really know for sure? When he’s always been firm in keeping that last sliver of distance between the two of you? Still after all these months – unable to admit the truth of what lived here, between the two of you. That this isn’t just sex – that the two of you are in love with each other. 

You lean against the sink for support, your shaky legs on the verge of collapse, and stare at yourself in the mirror. This puts your behavior of the last few days into better perspective. All the tears, the shaky stomach, feeling so sensitive – like a raw nerve all he needed to do was look at, breathe on, to provoke. If you really think about it, you’d been the instigator at the start of each of your encounters in the last few days. Seeking him out ravenously – hungry and desperate for his cock and his skin and his smell at every hour of the day. Weepy, swollen cunt – even when he wasn’t around to tempt you, and he’d left you satisfied, and yet, still wanting more, every single time. 

You step back out into the dark space of his bedroom. He’s on his back, one bulging arm thrown over his head. His mess of curls strewn across the surface of his pillow. You watch the rise and fall of his belly, his thick, strong waist, with the cadence of his breaths. Your womb twists with lust. 

Fuck, you’re probably pregnant with this man’s baby. How are you going to tell him?

You can make out the thick heft of his cock through the thin material of the sheets covering his waist, he’d not bothered to put anything else on again after he’d made you come, and it makes your mouth water and the place between your legs so achy. Your recent behavior is completely transparent now, you’d been so needy, insatiable, the only thing to settle you the heavy weight of his cock stretching you open and pounding deep into you. Fucking typical. He’d done this to you, and now he got to reap the rewards of you climbing onto his dick at all hours of the day. 

You roll your eyes at him in the dark as you slide back into bed beside him, running your palm over the flat of his belly. He clasps your hand with his in his sleep as he rolls over, pulling you along with him, wrapping your arm around himself and tucking it up by his neck so that you’re spooning him. He drapes his arm back over your hip and clutches your leg, tucking his fingers right at the place where your ass cheek meets your inner thigh and pulling your front further into his back – trying to get you as close as possible to him. You listen to his deep, sleepy rumble, and you bury your face between his warm back and the bed, the sheets smell like the both of you, sweet and musky – like your sex, your love making. You’ve made a baby together. Joel’s baby. The thought makes tears pool in your eyes and start a slow, silent stream down your face. Your insides clenching wantonly at the same time that your stomach flutters and heaves with nerves and panic. There are too many sensations spilling through your body all at the same time, and you think your frame starts to tremble, an uncontainable gasp slipping out because suddenly you feel his muscles snap awake, his rough voice saying your name sharp and worried. You wrap your arm tighter around him, digging your nails into the skin of his neck to stop him from turning over. You don’t want him to see you like this, you don’t want him to know, you don’t want him to be angry or worried or regretful.

 He’d never be any of those things, your heart whispers at your anxious mind. 

“Baby, what’s wrong? Why’re you crying?” he says into the dark room. You feel his muscles tense as he tries to escape your tight hold without being too rough.

“I don’t know–” you splutter into his back, your voice coming out muffled against his warm skin. “I’m– I’m emotional. I think I’m getting my period soon,” you lie. Lie, lie, fucking liar. You don’t think you’ll be getting that for a good, long while. 

He sighs, gripping your wrist firmly to pull your arm away for him so he can turn over to cradle you gently in his arms. The best place in the entire world. You cry harder. 

“C’mere, sweet girl,” he whispers against your hairline, pressing his soft mouth to your forehead, your temple. “It’s alright… no tears.” He pets at the nape of your neck. His voice is so deep, you feel the vibrations of it pass through his chest and rumble into your own, and it makes the tips of your breasts tighten into aching little knots. You wrap your arms around his neck to meld your chest tighter to his. You wish you could live inside of him the way he now lives inside of you. He’s left a piece of himself with you, eventually it’ll grow and the whole world will know how definitively you belong to him. You’ll be round and swollen and only his, only his. The thought makes your pussy clench. 

“Joel–” you tug as his curls, his beard, trying to pull his mouth down to yours. He rumbles deep in his chest, gives you his tongue. He’s being too slow, too gentle, you need him to fuck you hard, desperate – as desperate as you feel for him in this moment, to ground you and tame this panic surging up inside of you with his strong hands. 

“Kiss me – hug me,” you beg. 

“M’right here, Birdie.” He cards his hand through your hair, pulls your head back slightly, “Look at me – I’m right here with you.”

“More, more, please.” You lick at his mouth, drag your teeth down his chin.

He rolls you over to settle his hips between your spread legs. You can feel the searing hot brand of his hard cock against the inside of your thigh. He’s always hard for you. He’s always hard for you, and you’re always soft and wet and ready for him, and the two of you are perfect for each other. You were made for each other, and now you’ve made a baby together. “You need my cock again, little bird?”

You spread your legs wider, “Yes, yes – I always need you,” you whine. He wraps his hand around your throat and pauses to stare down at you for a second, his brow pulled down low. He bends his head slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as he presses his mouth to your own. You keep your eyes wide open also, looking between his dark eyes. His lashes are so long, the thick fringe of them fanning out so wide they cast a shadow across his cheekbones. The two of you are so close you can make out each individual lash, the little lines around his eyes – stress, before … but you hope, now, only from laughing too much, from being too happy. You always want him to be so, so happy he doesn’t know what to do with it all. You want him to be overwhelmed and submerged in so much ridiculous happiness. The two of you hold there for a moment, breathing into each other’s mouths. You love him so much it is a physical ache within you. 

He sits back slightly then, and lifts your thigh to press a soft kiss to the inside of your leg, then another to your belly, right over your womb, your heart swoops at that and you whimper, then another right to the top of your mound. The tip of his tongue peeking out to lap at your clit, just a little. 

Then he stretches over you again, giving you all his weight and reaches his hand down to pet the back of his knuckles along your slit, “Shit, fuckin’ wet and swollen, Birdie.”

“I want you so much,” you breath, eyes fluttering closed as he parts your puffy lips and pets at your clit. He starts up a gentle rhythm around your sensitive bundle of nerves that has you kicking your legs out impatiently around him for more. Why is he being so gentle and mean and soft? You need it hard, you need more. 

“Please, Joel, please, please, fuck me, please.” You can feel hot tears burning down the slopes of your cheeks. He’s going to think you’ve lost the fucking plot, crying and begging for his cock like this. He continues to be mean and horrible and pet softly at your clit, like a whisper over your raging, burning skin. 

“Settle down. Gonna give it to you how I see fit.”

“You’re so mean,” you kick out one leg, pathetically, at his side. The broad expanse of him has you spread so wide there’s no purchase to be found, all you can do is lie here and take it. He’s so horrible — look at him, he’s gone and knocked you up and now he won’t even fuck you how you need him to. You pout up at him, cry and mewl pathetically. “Please, harder, Joel.”

“Nuh-uh, said you were sore. Gotta be gentle with my soft, little cunt.”

“But you’re going to fuck me right?” you cry.

“Yeah, baby. Don’t worry,” he says softly, starts to circle his thumb at your tender entrance, pressing gentle pressure on it. You do your best to stifle your wince, shit, it’s not necessarily sore, just so, so sensitive. This is all his fault. You want to sink your teeth into his neck and bite him as hard as you can. Make him hurt and writhe the way he’s making you. He starts to slowly press a single finger inside. You’re so wet, dripping, the passage is smooth and slick. 

“Harder,” you beg.

“Quit.” You let out a frustrated moan. He starts to fuck you slowly just like that, a single finger, his thumb circling your clit in slow, measured circles. His finger is thick, but not enough, and you clench your inner muscles, trying to bear down on it. “Stop that,” he snaps. “Take it how I give it to you. Need you to relax, Birdie. What’s got you all twisted up in knots?”

“I don’t know,” liar, liar, liar, you whine, trying as hard as you can not to roll your hips, to stay still and settled like he wants you to, but there’s a goddamn forest fire raging inside of you, and having him so close, such a small part of him inside you, is only making it worse. He pulls his single finger out, circles his thumb around your entrance, back up to your clit, swipes up and down like a feather, then pressure to your entrance again, and he’s pushing two of his thick fingers inside of you now. Oh, thank God. Thank you, thank you, thank you. He starts to slide them in and out, a small crook of his fingers to pet at the soft, spongy spot inside of you. All the while he continues to circle your clit, and he bends his head to kiss at your mouth, your jaw, a soft bite to your clavicle that has you keening wantonly, then a swipe of his tongue to your jugular – you wish he’d bite you there, sink his teeth into your skin and drink. God, your thoughts are unhinged. You cannot, cannot deal with nine months of this, what the fuck. His mouth slides down to your breast, hot and wet, and he sucks hard on the aching tip, flicking his tongue back and forth slowly. His fingers haven’t paused their slow onslaught and at one particularly hard pull at your breast you suddenly feel everything in your pelvis go blindingly, white hot and tight and then loose and wet and you start to come on his fingers. Your hips rolling gently upwards to take more of him. He never goes harder, never faster, he just continues his gentle ministrations of you – playing you like his own personal little doll. You moan long and ragged, yeah, that’s it, just like that, he whispers into your hair. His words sliding through the strands like water. He guides you through the cresting waves of your orgasm, his touch becoming slower and softer as you throb on and on. Once the contractions of your muscles have slowed he pulls his fingers from your cunt, the wet suck, as loud and obscene as the thoughts in your head are, and then the burning hot head of his cock is there, slowly pushing into your still quivering flesh, so thick. 

“Gonna take my cock now, little bird.”

Yes, yes, please. Thank you. All you can do is sigh, hitch your knees higher up his sides, you hook one hand under the bend of one leg, opening yourself up for him as much as you physically can with all of his weight pressing down into you. 

He slides to the very end of you, letting you feel every throbbing inch and ridge as he goes as slow as everything else he’s done to you tonight. 

“Hard, Joel. Harder, please,” you beg again. His only response is a rumble of disapproval as he starts to thrust into you slow, but so fucking deep. You feel split wide open, he’s split you open and peered inside of you and decided to leave a piece of himself within, and he doesn’t even know it. And you decide in that instant that you’re not going to tell him – with the feel of him as deep inside of you as he can physically get, the knowledge that he’s even deeper than even he knows, you decide you’re not going to tell him until you’re absolutely forced to. It’s wrong, perhaps, or definitely, after all, he has a right to know also, it’s his baby too. But you just can’t. You can’t face the reality of this, his potential reaction, whether it be good or bad, right now, not for a while. You need time, time to gather your courage, your thoughts, your very skin around yourself, stitch yourself together and muster your strength and prepare for whatever outcome telling him might incite. 

“Not gonna give it to you harder, Birdie. Quit beggin’.”

“I don’t care– I don’t care, Joel, please.” You claw and scratch at him, but nothing you do prompts him to go harder. There’s a desperation, a wave of anxious fear surging up inside of you – the fear of him leaving you one day, of not wanting you anymore – when you know you’ll love him for the rest of your life. You are terrified of ending up alone, out in that dark forest again. 

“Quit.” He gathers both of your wrists in one of his strong hands, brings them above your head to lie limply above the pillows. Divested of all your strength and fight, you’re left only to lie beneath him and take all he chooses to give you. “Told you,” he grits as he rolls his hips in long, deep thrusts into yours, the bone of his pelvis grinding into your clit. “You’re gonna take it how I decide to give it to you. Only me – you’re mine, you’re mine, I decide.”

And fuck – if that doesn’t do something to you, if hearing those words don’t settle that coiling snake within you. You go soft and pliant and submissive at his words, spreading your legs as wide as you can and tilting your pelvis up so that he can drill into you as deep as possible, right to the place where your little secret is growing now. 

And he’s so gentle with you, so careful – even when he’s fucking you hard and savage the way you both like sometimes, he’s still careful to never hurt you more than you need him to. It makes you wonder at the violence it took him to become this gentle – to become so well acquainted with his own strength, his ability to maim, that he can now be so in control of it, handle you with such care. 

The weight of his thrusts changes suddenly. He slides a palm under your bottom to lift you up into his impaling cock, presses his knees further up under you to anchor you more firmly in his lap and pounds into you, the wide tip of his cock concentrated against the head of your cervix in blinding thrusts, and you’re so sensitive on the inside from what he’s done to you, from the change he’s wrought upon your body, that you start to come again. Toe curling waves of pleasure start at your womb and spiral out of your limbs in searing bolts of heat, your back arched tight as a bow string. Your inner muscles throb and clench around his still battering cock and you hear the guttural moan of your name spit from his mouth, and then the kick of his cock inside of you as he starts to come too. “Fucking Christ, take it all, Birdie – every last drop of my come. Need this pussy stuffed full of me – s’only way you behave, little girl.” 

All you can do is nod dumbly and take it, just like he said. 

He kisses and licks every inch of your body afterwards, eating up your slick and sweat and his own come with broad swipes of his tongue. You’d never imagined this sort of intimacy – it’s something that you hadn’t even thought possible. A sort of physical connectedness that belied the truth of your current situation – the things still hidden between the two of you. 

He lies beside you once he’s done eating his come out of your pussy, one last orgasm pulled gently from you with his mouth. His slick cock, soft now, pressed against your still flat belly as the two of you lay facing each other, hands tucked beneath your cheeks, legs tangled together, just taking each other in. 

You think you’re probably about two months along, give or take. It’ll still be a while before you start showing. You have time yet. 

You’re going to let yourself think about this now, only tonight, and then you’re going to push it from your mind until you can’t ignore the situation any longer. The reality of it is too terrifying to consider at length with everything else going on in your lives at the moment. 

What will he say? What will you do if you tell him your truth and he goes away from you? How will you survive something like that? But even as you ask yourself this, you know it’s unnecessary, for despite his capacity for violence, or his own fear or recalcitrance or hesitancy, despite the lies he tells himself and you about what this is, he is also good and honorable and loyal. Joel Miller is a good man. And he’d never abandon you or a child of his, but still, you’re afraid. 

So, no, you can’t focus on this now – you’ll push it from your mind until it becomes more pressing, unavoidable. There are other more important things to deal with now, other things to consider before you can think of yourself. 

You run a single finger over the thick line of his brow, against the fluttering of his lashes, down the strong slope of his nose. A baby. Joel’s baby. You hope they have his dark curls. 

You love him and you’re going to have his baby.

And you don’t have it in you to tell him either of these truths. 

“Go to sleep, little bird.” 

-

You sneak out the next morning. In the cold light of the new dawn, the truth you’re withholding is all the more terrifying. Fucking life changing. You slip out of his warm bed, the protective embrace of his strong arms, and shuffle around his room as quiet as you can for your clothes. Your shit is everywhere, strewn around his room and restroom. You need to go home, you need distance – space to think. You dig in a pile of clothes on the chair in the corner for your bra and tiptoe as quietly as you can to his bedside table to slip your books you need for today from between his own stack of novels. Once you’ve retrieved the texts you pause to look down at him, still sleeping. The fact that he can now rest so deeply like this, that he isn’t jerking awake at a hair triggers notice with the slightest sound or movement around him speaks so deeply to that part of you that wants nothing more than for him to be as happy as he can possibly be, safe and serene and never worried for anything ever again. 

Your greatest fear is that this news you now carry will disturb that peace, that serenity or happiness you so desperately want for him. So you sneak out of his home without waking him, head towards your own lonely house to change and wash up, you smell like his come, get the rest of your things for the day and then head to the clinic. You’ll shut this truth in a drawer for as long as you can, and once you can no longer hide it, once it becomes unavoidable, you’ll do your best to make sure he knows you never, never want him to feel obligated to you. Yes… you think, you’ll give him an out, it can be his decision. And even though the thought of that sends a searing, twisting pain to the space in your heart where you carry him, you think it’s the right thing anyways. He deserves to have a choice – when so much of his life has been forced upon him you always want to be the one place he can find choice in. 

He comes into the clinic a few hours later. You’ve just gotten done delivering a baby – real great day for that – when he walks through the front door. You’re finishing up your procedure note and you turn to see him stepping through your office door, a baggie from the mess hall clutched in his hand. 

“Hey… what’re you doing here?”

“Just thought I’d check in… brought you a scone.” He lifts up the offering of baked goods, gives you a crooked smile. God, your gut and your heart twist and flip at the same time. You turn back to face your mess of papers and notebooks, trying to take deep breaths to keep your tears at bay. This crying shit is really going to start being a problem soon. 

You feel him come up behind you, he sets down the baggie in front of you and braces one hand on the edge of your desk, the other passing over the crown of your head and down your ponytail to tug your head back gently. You look up at him from your angled position, and he frowns down at you. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. “Don’t like it when you sneak off in the mornings without telling me,” he grumbles down at you. 

“Sorry–” you breathe. He huffs at you, leans down to press his mouth to yours. 

“Still feeling funny?” 

You shake your head, still in his hold, but say “Yes,” at the same time. You’re all over the place. He sighs, letting go of your hair and coming down to a crouch beside you. You turn to face him in your seat, knees tucked between his spread thighs. 

He drags a gentle thumb over the soft skin beneath your eye, then up the slope of your cheekbone – that perpetual frown still present. He knows something’s wrong. He knows you. Keeping this from him is going to be so, so difficult. He’s going to tell something is wrong, different, off. Your only recourse is to pretend like you don’t know either. To entirely push this thing that you have no discernible idea how to deal with from your mind. As of this moment, it’s a non-reality. 

“What can I do?” he asks, so gentle, so concerned. 

You squeeze your eyes closed and shake your head. You can’t look at that look in his eyes right now, it’ll make you fall to pieces. You fold forward to press your face into his shoulder, turning your head to sniffle into his neck. “Nothing,” you mumble. “Just kiss me.” He slides his hand into your hair against your scalp and angles your head to press his mouth to yours, giving you exactly what you need. 

You may be unsure about so much, but the one thing you do know, without a doubt, is that this man will make a wonderful father. 

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Stork Visits

Pairings: Survey Coprs x Black Reader - do they want babies?

Word Count: 1137

Warnings: baby fever?

A/N: Here’s what I think in regard to the guys wanting babies. But tell me what you think! Is there someone who you feel would react differently than I imagined?

Eren  - oh absolutely. I think he’d love to see a miniature him running around causing mayhem. He’s the obsessed dad, telling everyone you meet that you’re pregnant and watching literally everything you eat to make sure that it’s safe and healthy for the baby. Eren becomes a nutritionist, a midwife, and security guard all in one; and while you are grateful, he could definitely use a chill pill. 

Levi - I wanna say no, but he can be convinced. More of a soft no, or Levi’s idea of a soft no. He doesn’t really develop relationships or connections with others because of everyone around him dying and for that reason he’s really against the idea of raising a child. But once he finds someone special, I think he’ll view it with a different set of lens and even come to anticipate the idea of another Ackerman.

Erwin - very neutral. He isn’t actively for a child or against it. More of a if it happens, it happens kinda fella. Understand that work WILL be a priority and will often take precedence. Erwin is absolutely taking care of his family but it’ll be more in a financial sense. Although he is emotionally available as well it’s his physical presence yall will have to tussle with. However, he is making sure at the very least yall wont need for much. I'm talking a house in the best neighborhood, the best schools, the best clothes, etc. And he absolutely loves his family but when that job calls, it's toodles. 

Connie - also neutral to the idea. Connie doesn’t really take life seriously to me. I consider him to be in his playboy era lowkey. He doesn’t really live for the future, but more so the present so if you get pregnant he’ll be supportive of whatever choice you make. And if it does happen, he’s that overwhelming dad who’s plastering his child on all the socials. They’ll be in matching outfits, taking professional pictures for every milestone, and he’s stacking those presents high under the Christmas tree for the holidays. That child will have him wrapped around their finger so it's safe to say that you’ll have to be the bad cop for a good chunk of their childhood cause Connie is mostly concerned with being the cool and fun parent. 

Jean - yes!! He’s that military man that enlists straight out of high school, meets a girl, marries her two months later, and starts a family of five. Maybe even get a pet for the sake of it. Jean strikes me as very traditional in the family sense. His children will be honor students and he’s plastering his bumper sticker with all their future colleges. Their report cards get put on the fridge and while Jean does start off his parenting a little strict in the disciplinary department, he eventually learns to take it easy. 

Onyankopon - yes, but when the time is right. He wants to try and solve all the worlds problems before settling down to start a family. Soon enough he’ll realise that as much as he wants to he cant help everyone so he goes on to focus his energy on creating a life with his lover. Ony’s so adorable. Literally there at your beck and call. He’s taking you to all your doctors appointments, sitting through all your lamaze classes and designing the baby's room from scratch. Ony is the hands on father who’s spending weeks tryna figure out how to assemble the crib and he’s signing the kid up for every extracurricular activity possible as soon as they can walk - ooh and he’s never missing a practice. 

Reiner - idek with this man. I genuinely feel like the pendulum can swing either way, though I am leaning more towards no. I think Reiner carries way too much guilt to ever feel deserving of children and so he’s content to just have a wife while playing the role of cool, rich uncle. Mans is honestly just happy to be alive, and barely even that, so he’s not too interested in starting a family. He’ll babysit in a heartbeat and is sneakily feeding his nieces/nephews/godchildren ice cream for breakfast after their parents explicitly said no. He’s the one they call when they need a ride home from a party they weren't even supposed to go to and he’s providing an alibi if need be. Reiner is sliding $20 in their hands at every function and bringing them gifts from his latest excursion around the globe. While he greatly enjoys his time spent with the kiddos he loves handing them back to their parents even more; and greatly enjoys having his lover all to himself while the doing things he never dreamed he’d reach the age to see and simultaneously healing the child within. 

Armin - yes!! I think Armin is gonna be the poster dad for kids lowkey. You ever meet those parents who run their household like the navy? Like in a scheduled sorta way? That’s gonna be Armin. Kids are in bed no later than 8pm. Their breakfast, lunch, and dinner will be balanced to each portion of essential nutrients based on the food groups of the plate. They're drinking 8 glasses of water a day and flavored milk yuck during snack time. Their juices are diluted with water so when they hit their first party and experience 100% juice for the first time they’re literally bouncing off the walls. I really feel like Armin would have that perfect cookie cutter type family who celebrates and decorates for every holiday. They brush their teeth before bed every night and must bathe with their special bubble bath soap or else they’ll lose their shit. He’ll raise kids you avoid in primary school lmaoo but get cool with during high school who becomes a more chill version of their younger self. 

Floch - not really. He wants to run wild and sow his oats. Floch doesn't care for kids in my opinion. He’s in his selfish era which turns out to last a lot longer than he anticipated. Floch is an intelligent guy and while he enjoys practicing for a baby, he’s come to realise that he wouldn’t enjoy the responsibilities of said baby. He’s not actively in his nieces/nephews/godchildren everyday lives but instead is that uncle you only see at the family functions which is like twice a year. Once he’s there though they can ask for anything and he’s giving it to them. Money, a lil sip of beer, hell even some dating tips. He doesn't go out of his way to be present so it's really one of those you just gotta be there moments. Floch has always been on his own timing and enjoys living his best child free life. 

#Emmy Writes #Emmy Tries #Attack on Titan #AOT #shinjeki no kyojin #snk #babies anyone?? #Eren Yeager #Levi Ackerman #Erwin Smith #Connie Springer #Jean Kirstein #aot Onyankopon #Reiner Braun #Armin Arlet #Floch Forster #aot x reader #aot x you #aot x black reader #black reader

[m-jelly]

Hi can I get a Levi x medic!reader fic please? Where they’re secretly together as the reader is a well known doctor in sina and for her safety, they keep her ties to the scouts a secret. But like either the time when Erwin was jailed and the scouts had to go into hiding or when the rumbling happened (your choice), reader comes to Levi’s aid thus outing the relationship. How would the scouts react? The vets are already aware

@kenkopanda-art <3

The Doctor and the Captain

Pairing: Levi x fem!Dr!Reader

Genre and tags: Canon, fluff, secret romance, a secret revealed, cadets reactions.

Concept: While in hiding, the scouts get a visitor at the cottage and their Captain seems very happy about it. The cadets watch as their Captain wraps his arms around the female visitor, sharing a sweet kiss.

Taglist: @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @levisbrat25 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @2moth-anon2 @thebobaprincess @nbinairyn @youre-ackermine @demonsimp6

Sasha sighed as she gazed out of the cottage window while her friends behind her cleaned. She let out another long sigh earning the attention of her friend Jean.

Jean glanced over to his friend and noticed not only was Sasha slacking but so was Connie. Jean knew their Captain would be a bit pissed off if he found out not all the scouts were cleaning.

Jean stormed over to his friends. "Hey, you're supposed to be cleaning. If the Captain finds out you two have been daydreaming all day, he's gonna be pissed."

Connie groaned. "We're just having a break."

"A break from what? You've not done a thing."

Sasha whined. "We've done some work."

Jean rolled his eyes. "I'm pretty sure I saw you move the brush twice, now move it."

Connie frowned. "Why is the Captain pacing outside?"

"Stop getting distracted."

Sasha pointed. "He's right. The Captain is pacing outside for some reason."

Jean looked out the window. "Huh..."

"What's happening?" Eren strolled over and looked out. "The Captain looks a bit agitated. We'll just work harder here to make him happy."

Mikasa stared out at the Captain before turning to Eren. "Eren? We should clean."

"I know, but this is odd."

Mikasa looked out the window again. "There is someone approaching."

Everyone pressed themselves against the windows. They watched as someone in a cloak and hood hurried closer. The person clutched a basket tightly and didn't look up at all. Levi prepared himself a little, his body tensing up. He shifted and blocked the view of the guest.

Connie inhaled deeply as soon as Levi threw himself at the visitor and held them. "He's hugging them!"

Sasha gasped as your hood fell back. "It's a woman!"

Jean cleared his throat when Levi yanked you against him and kissed you passionately. "Okay, time to stop watching."

Levi pulled back and smiled. "I missed you."

You welled up. "I missed you too. I was so damn worried about you. Erwin has been arrested and you're on the run."

Levi wiped your tears away. "We're okay. As I said in my letter, we need to hide for a bit."

You kissed him before picking up the basket you dropped. "I brought you some food, some medical supplies, some tea and cleaning things."

"You're the best."

You handed the basket over. "Please, be safe."

"I will." He cupped the side of your face with one hand as he said your name. "I love you."

You leaned into his touch. "I love you too."

"Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"

You looked at the cottage to see the scouts staring. "Are you sure they won't mind?"

"They?" He turned and looked at the window to see the cadets panic and try and run. "Tch, damn kids."

You hummed a laugh. "They're just curious about their handsome Captain."

Levi sighed. "Come on. I better introduce you."

You walked with Levi towards the cottage. "Cute."

Levi shoved the door open. "Tch, oi, oi, oi, you brats, this is my partner." He introduced you. "Be nice."

Sasha gasped. "You're the Captain's girlfriend!?"

You nodded. "That's right. It's lovely to meet you all." You bowed to each one when Levi introduced you. "Levi has told me so much about you all."

Levi hummed. "They might be brats, but they're good."

You giggled. "Well, I think you're all wonderful. Shall we have a nice lunch break?"

Sasha jumped up and down. "Please!"

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[https-lovely]

knew better

Onyankopon x black! reader

CW:Nsfw, cheating

AN: uh this is my first story so yeah, also sorry if there is some spelling mistakes

You have always been what people call the stereotypical “good girl”

Getting all A’s in school and if you ever got a B you would go out of your way and work extra hard to get an A next time

You came from a nice wealthy family, your mom being a doctor and your dad being a lawyer

When it came in time for college you had scholarships waiting for you but obviously you chose the college of your dreams

You ultimately had some rules for college, never go to parties, never drink, most definitely never smoke, you know all the basic stuff

Well that didn’t go as planned, you joined a.group of friends and they sure were busy bodies, while you were in the dorm making study guides for all of them including yourself, they were going to party after party which you didn’t mind, right?

“Girlll you gotta come to this party with us it’s gonna be so fun trust me you needa let loose and relax a little” your friend Leah said trying to get you out your dorm

After a bunch of pestering she finally convinced, and to be honest you wanted to let loose, she lent you one of her dresses and heels since you didn’t pack any, not planning on going to any parties

You were having a great time which is when you met Eren you have heard people say his name in the hallways but never actually saw him before or engaged in conversation with him

You guys got to talking and exchanged numbers but turns out he was just a playboy, 3 weeks into your “relationship” you found out he had a girlfriend of 1 year who tried to fight you when she found out you was with “her man” luckily Eren had a little bit of sense to save that girl, just because you were a goody two shoes didn’t mean you didn’t know how to fight

After that you never went to any more parties for about the rest of the semester until this very day.

“Please come to this party with us it will be funnn and we promise not to let you out of our sight to mess with any more of those boys” your friend Sasha said practically pulling you out your desk chair

“Sasha you know why I don’t want to go” you pulled your arm out of her grasp before getting up and looking at your friends all dressed up and ready

“Please y/n/n just one last party before the semester endssss” she dragged out the ‘s’ and looked at you with those puppy dog eyes

“Fine” you don’t know why you agreed because you knew better

When you got to the party a strong smell of alcohol went into your nose making your stomach hurt

Sasha ran off into her boyfriends arms, Connie, who looked at you and nodded

You waved at him before walking over to Sasha not wanting to be alone since all of your other friends went who knows where

“Ooo connie where’s your one friend I want y/n to meet him” Sasha said while winking at you

“Who, Ony? He’s over there dealing”

Dealing? You looked at Sasha with wide eyes she knows you don’t associate with that, but she shrugged and grabbed your hand pulling you as she followed behind connie

When you finally stopped in front of you was probably the most finest man you have ever seen

Darkskinned, nice line up, tight black t shirt that showed off his muscles and tatted up arms

“You gon keep staring ma?” A deep voice said nocking you out of your trance

“Oh sorry” you let out quietly not meaning to be staring for so long

“It’s all good, what’s your name though I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here” he patted a spot next to him motioning you to come sit down

You sat down next to him before answering

“it’s Y/N” he nodded before starting to roll up

“Mhm, do you smoke pretty?” You shook your head

“Nope never even been close to it before”

He nodded his head finishing rolling up, the way his tongue slid over it had you feeling some type of way

“You wanna try it?” He looked into your eyes starring deep

“I don’t know how I’d probably fuck it up” you said honestly

He just nodded his head before taking a hit

You waited for him to blow it out but he grabbed your chin motioning you to open your mouth before blowing the smoke into your mouth, why did you even let that happen? Because you knew better, right?

After a few rounds of that Sasha was wasted and it was time to go back to your dorm

You guys exchanged numbers and when you got back to your dorm you settled in laying Sasha on her bed and taking a shower, you then got a notification

ony

-come open the door ma

You don’t know why you were so excited by the message but you hurried and opened the door being met by a tall 6’3 figure

You stepped outside closing the door behind you as you looked up at him

You don’t know what made you follow him all the way across campus to his dorm, what made you go inside, and what made you let him take your virginity which led to now

"Face down, ass up princess." Ony said with a deep voice sending shivers down your spine

You did as he said, slowly arching your back for him, sticking your ass in the air and gently swaying side to side. He didn't waste any time grabbing your sides and pulling you closer to him before slowly pushing himself inside of you.

You both let out a sigh as he slides through your walls and stretches you out, it hurts but the way he massages your ass and coos sweet nothings in your ear made you able take it.

When you felt comfortable, you began to throw it back on ony. Pushing your ass back onto him before rocking forward and pushing it back again.

He held your hips and watched with hooded eyes as your warm pussy slowly engulfed his long dick, he pressed onto your back and began thrusting his hips to meet yours. "You feel so fucking good y/n. ..shitt"

"Fuck baby" he sped up with his thrusts, the sounds of squelching and cheeks clapping bounced off of the walls. He moved his hand away from your hip and used it to play with your sensitive bud, further intensifying the pleasure and resulting in a loud hum from your throat.

“You’re so tight ma, shitt” he flipped you over into missionary wanting to look into your eyes while he fucked you

“Mhm baby you’re so pretty” your eyes rolled back when he started hitting that spot over and over

“Baby look at me i wanna see your face when I make you cum all over my dick” he said thrusts getting faster before he reached down and started rubbing the letters of his name into your clit

“O—oh fuck I’m gon- on-“ just then you came so hard, head thrown back and legs shaking

He pulled out stroking himself a little and releasing on your stomach

He carried your back to your dorm since your legs were so sore and left

After that when you woke up you blocked him on everything because you knew better than to catch feelings for someone again

If you even saw anyone who resembled him you avoided them like the plague

That was until you we’re walking back your dorm, pulling your keys from your bag and looking up seeing him standing in front of your door

Why did you get yourself into this mess, if you, miss goody two shoes, what people call the stereotypical ‘good girl’ knew better?

#ony x black reader #onyankopon x black reader #black!reader

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[hannya-writes]

Shingeki no Kyojin actors!AU...

I was on Pinterest when I saw a fanart about Shingeki no Kyojin actors!AU and I came up with some ideas:

Young!Eren who was interpreted by Eren's cousin. They look exactly the same and Eren jokes about him being a clone.

Actor!Eren who is completely different from his character and admits that he cringes inside.

Actress!Mikasa who is very easygoing and has the theory that her character might be on the autistic spectrum.

Actor!Levi who's actually a bit taller but they had to do some camera tricks because the stuntman who can do all the tricks of Levi is shorter.

Actress!Anie who apologize for her character personality

Actor!Levi who got to go to the doctor after the iconic "Kenny" scream, because he asked too many time to re-do it

Actor!Eren, Mikasa and Armin posing in the mouth of the fake titans.

The show runners making them do fake takes so they don't know queue info, so they can't spoil shit

Actor!Jean who somehow he guesses what's gonna happen in the serie.

Actor!Connie and Jean who during a Live, showed something that spoiled part of the plot of season 2. Or so they though (?)

Actor!Eren who thought his character was going to die after the first time he got eaten. (LOL)

Actors!Levi's squad who had a bet about many times they can make Levi break character since season 3.

Actress!Historia who gets upset with her character.

Actor!Levi who had no idea his character was an Ackerman and only discovered it when he saw that chapter

After the end of season 3 there wasn't going to be another season.

It took 4 years for the channel to decide to make a continuation. (?) That's why there is a time skip.

Actors! Eren and Mikasa being in a relationship.

Levi's team and Levi being goofy together.

Old Levi's (Ouro, Petra, etc) team posting in social media.

Actor!Eren who accidentally called Levi dad during filming so now they had this inside joke of "Dad-Heichou"

Actor!Erwin who suddenly is "Commander-Mom"

Actor!Levi who actually kicked Eren on the iconic scene when Eren was being Judged, but It was an accident! (Or was it?)

Actress!Sasha who improvised the scene where she said she stole Ham!

Actor!Berthold who is not actually that tall but they make him look taller

Actress!Annie Who was kept in the dark about the scenes for the Female Titan.

Actress!Mikasa who started as Model for Calving Klein or something like that

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #actor!AU #Actress!AU #actor!eren #eren x mikasa #Actor!Levi #Levi's Team #Levi Ackerman #Mikasa Ackerman #aot #armin arlert #sasha blouse #erwin smith #Attack on titan actors AU #Shingeki no kyojin actors AU

[cruelconrad]

Cruel Summer

Conrad Fisher x reader

Based on the song 'cruel summer' by Taylor Swift

Warnings: swearing, alcohol and drugs, TS fangirling

Summary: you and Conrad confessed your feelings for each other, but he wants to stay just friends. One day when you're in the hospital because Jeremiah cut his finger you ask him why. This turns into an emotional rollercoaster. You wonder: how will this end well?

You see Conrad out on the water, surfing. He is focused on the waves. His hair is wet, his lips slightly parted. He is paddling to catch a good wave. You’re there too. Standing on the beach, calling Conrad yours. Wait, what? Why are you talking about having a relationship with Conrad in front of other people. You’re not a thing. Conrad said he wanted to stay friends after you both confessed you had feelings for each other. This is embarrassing. He is not yours. Please. Stop. Talking!

You wake up. You’re in your bed. You slowly sit up a little. Belly is sleeping next to you with her mouth wide open. People always say you look like each other, but if you look like that in your sleep, you’d rather stay awake all the time. You’re relieved it was just a fever dream in the quiet of the night. Fucking hell. You walk as quiet as you can over to the window and open it. You breathe in the fresh summer air and look down at the pool in the backyard. God you wish Conrad was sitting there, waiting for you. But he isn’t. He’s out with your brother, Steven, and your best friend, Jeremiah. You would’ve come to the party too, but every time when you see Conrad, the thought that you can’t claim him kills you. The more you can’t have him, the more you feel blue. So this time you just let the offer slide.

When you talk to Belly about the fucked-up friendship you have with Conrad, she pities you. But you tell her it’s cool. But that’s not true at all. You want so much more than just a friendship with Conrad Fisher.

The next day took an unexpected turn. Jeremiah cut his finger pretty deep while cooking so you, Jeremiah and Conrad were in the car together on the way to the hospital. “Are you still okay, Jere?” You ask. He had a cloth over the cut, but it was turning red from his blood quick. 

“I’m fine.” But his face was paler than ever.

“Connie, drive faster please. He looks like he’s going to pass the fuck out.” You say in a panic. Conrad has one hand on the steering wheel the other runs through his hair. He looks at you with an annoyed expression because you gave him an order, but after he sees your scared eyes, he does what you ask of him. The car speeds up. 

When you’re in the hospital you have to take a seat in the emergency room. You worry about Jeremiah because he still looks like he’s going to pass out. But none of the doctors walking around care. “Hang in there Jere, you’re going to be fine,” You assure him, “Let’s get you a snack or something.” You look from Conrad to the vending machines and back, implying that he should go and get it. He stands up with a sigh and walks over to the room with the vending machines. After a few minutes he still isn’t back. You look over to Jeremiah next to you. You gave him your headset and your phone so that he could listen to music as a distraction from all the blood. You don’t bother to say where you’re going because it would snap him back to the room and to the cut in his finger. So you walk over to Conrad and see him leaning against a vending machine with his arm. His face was close to the glass in the glow of the vending machine. His hair was in front of his face so you couldn’t see his beautiful eyes. 

“What is going on, Con? I thought you were getting a snack for Jere.”

“I was. I am.”

“Then why are you standing there motionless?”

“It’s just-“ He looks up at you, still leaning against the vending machine with his arm above his head. “Sometimes I wonder if you could ever care as much about me as you care about Jere.”

“Of course I do. You know I do. How can you even ask yourself that.” 

He gives you a little smile. Shit that smile makes your heart skip a beat and gives your stomach a warm feeling. He studies your face. You swallow. The tension is too much for you so you look away, but you still feel him looking at you. “Conrad, there’s one thing I don’t understand when it comes to our friendship, or whatever it is that we have going on.” You still don’t dare to look at him, but this time it is because you’re afraid of his reaction. You continue: “Why do you want us to stay friends? Do you not like me enough, is that it? If you don’t like me, you should better say it right now. My mind is making up pretty dumb shit to try and find an explanation for your behavior.” You’re ranting and you hate yourself for it. You don’t want him to see you nervous and desperate like this. If you bleed, he’ll be the last to know. But you’ve buried these thoughts for such a long time, you can’t keep them inside anymore.

“It’s not you, it’s me. I know I will screw things up with you, y/n. It’s like I always say and do the wrong things when it comes to you. I simply don’t want you get hurt by me.”

It’s a stupid fucking reason. It doesn’t make sense in your head. He is hurting you more the way things are right now than when you two aren’t denying your feelings for one another. You start to get angry with him. “And yet, the fact that you don’t want to hurt me, hurts me.”

“You see? This is what I mean. I said the wrong thing. This is why we can’t be in a relationship.”

“That’s bullshit Conrad. Do you think I’m always waiting for you just to cut to the bone? Because i'm not.” This is when you look at him again. You have an angry expression on your face and it scares him. “And by the way, if you think we can’t be in a real relationship, then where is this going?”

“Not anywhere good I suppose hearing your tone.”

When you open your mouth to say something you’re interrupted: “Jeremiah Fisher? You can come with me.” A doctor says from the other room. Conrad and you turn around to the doorway. “We better go with him.” You say bitterly. 

When you get back from the hospital it’s already starting to get dark. Jeremiah is asleep in the backseat. There is a silence between you and Conrad. You want to say so many things to him but somehow you can’t speak. Conrad cuts the headlights by turning of the car engine. “So that’s it?” You finally ask and look at Conrad. He gives a strained nod. You get out of the car and slam the door. Conrad puts his forehead against the steering wheel. How could things escalate in one afternoon. He takes a deep breath and sits up again, pulling himself together. He thinks it’s for the best. He always knew he was in a breakable heaven. 

That evening you were exhausted. However, you couldn’t turn down the offer when Belly and your friends invited you over to a bar. You wanted to get waisted. To drink the pain away. Conrad was a bad boy, a shiny toy with a price, and you bought it. You take a shot, and another one, and another one. You are drinking and dancing while completely forgetting your surroundings and ignoring thoughts that come up. After a lot more drinking and dancing you collapse, hanging on for dear life to a barstool. Belly sees you: “Come on, let’s go home. That’s enough for one night.”

She puts your arm around her shoulder so that you can lean on her. Your legs feel like spaghetti and once you get outside the air is a lot colder than you expected. “Oh my god, I’m sorry Belly. This shouldn’t be happening, I’m supposed to be the responsible one!” You say. Belly puts you in the back seat of the car. And that’s when you think about how fucked up things have gotten. You start crying like a baby. You feel so embarrassed. 

“Y/n, be honest, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You sob, but it wasn’t true. 

When you got home you told belly you wanted to get some fresh air. It was late, all the lights were out in the summer house. As she walks inside, you sneak in through the garden gate. You did that every night because you knew Conrad would be there. Waiting for you. This time you wasn’t sure if he would be there. You walk on the side-path of the house, past the surfboards and the outdoor-shower. You stop when you see Conrad bathing his feet in the pool. He is lighting a joint, looking at the movement of the water. He takes a hit and as he breathes out he sees you, standing on the other side of the pool. He stares at you, but when his eyes start to tear up he’s scared you’ll see his sorrow, so he looks down again. 

“Conrad,” You pause and scream for whatever it’s worth: “I love you, ain’t that the worse thing you ever heard?”

He looks up grinning like a devil.

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#the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #team conrad #tsitp conrad #tsitp imagine

[adaptacy]

Survivor!Leland Headcanons

AKA: Post-TCSM Leland

Cw: Angst, wound scars, injuries, trauma, death, self-damaging behaviors, mention of s/h & sewer slidal thoughts

the brainrot is real and im sorry lee but you are my angst voodoo doll, luv ya bb :(

Important Notes:

I h/c that only he and Connie survived because they're the ones who escape in most of my games, but honestly most of these can go along with whoever you h/c survived- unless you h/c that Leland died... uhm... but then idk why you're here so.. gonna pretend that's not a thing

Also h/c that him and Sonny were definitely dating... you can't convince me otherwise. the whole relationship with Ana was totes a cover up cause it was the 70s but he was still close with all of them, ofc.

~ ~ ~

Dizziness/nausea:

Leland was strung up by his ankles for ~2 days in that basement. He still has bouts of dizziness for years after, and he can't go on rides that go upside down because a) trauma and b) he gets really really sick and really dizzy easily. He also has motion sickness as a result of this.

He has trouble smelling things sometimes- like, most of the time, it's fine, but if its something a little faint, he can't smell it. He was surrounded by such a thick stench of rotting meat and death for a while, and it ruined his sense of smell. He also gets nauseous easily when there is a very strong smell, especially if its something like roadkill or even just the smell of meat, like if someone is cooking and the smell is too strong.

Diet:

He was a vegan for like 4-6 months after the incident because he could not eat meat without thinking about the family, what happened to his friends-- what they became. It made him horribly sick, and he refused to eat meat ever again, but it didn't last.

See, even though he was taking iron supplements to make up for the lack of meat, he was having more trouble exercising. and he was exercising a lot. He didn't ever wanna be weak again. He didn't ever want to be unable to defend his friends, to save them, to fight back. So he worked, and worked, and worked. Punching bags were his go-to. Leland is not an angry or violent person, but he wanted to hone his technique just in case. He couldn't risk letting anyone of his friends/family be in danger again.

However, due to his vegan diet, he didn't have the energy required for how much he was straining himself. And he'd get sick because he wasn't eating filling enough meals for all the calories he was burning.

Eventually, choosing that his strength was more important, he started eating meat again, but it took a long time before he was able to eat it without reminders bubbling up. Like... a year and a half. And even then, it happens sometimes. When he bites into something that isn't cooked all the way through- he can't eat boiled chicken, or meat stews because the meat is too soft. Before the incident, he loved medium rare steak, but now he has to eat it well-done because seeing the pink, or worse, seeing the red juice leak out whenever he bites into it immediately sends him back to watching as the family ate human meat.

Physical Scars:

He has scars from the wounds he suffered. Two long ones on his back, from where Johnny sliced him, as well as a smaller one on his right chest from sissy, who also gave him one above his right eyebrow, and one on his left hip from Nubbins. And while he also had other smaller cuts and wounds, those were the ones that were large enough to actually leave scars.

However, he's dumb and will not let them heal. His doctors warn him that he needs to take it easy so his body can repair the damage, but he can't risk letting his strength suffer. So, he works out, far too hard, and every time that his scars get anywhere in the healing process, he'll end up accidentally tearing them open again when he punches too hard, or stretches too far, etc. In the first two months, there were a few occasions where he'd be at the gym, working out as per usual, and he'd feel the wounds rip a little, and then someone else would come up to him to let him know that he's bleeding. For a while, he had to pack extra shirts to change into because his blood would soak through his shirt and he'd need to change it.

Fortunately, after enough time, they stopped bleeding when he irritated them. But constantly opening them back up led to them being a bit larger than they would've been, and far more coarse. As well as sensitive- and not in a good way. It genuinely hurts if too much pressure is applied, plus feeling the pain in that exact area puts him right back in the emotional state he was in when they were dealt.

Sometimes, if he's in a really bad depressive episode, he'll push on his scars and irritate them just to be reminded of everything he went through. To remind himself that it was real. Sometimes to remind himself he'll never be the same. That he'll never be anything more than a survivor, than a victim.

Mental Scars:

Surprisingly, he doesn't develop anger issues. He develops a lot of other problems, and he'll have 'fits', but he doesn't get angry, or violent. He'll kind of just shut down, but its easy to see the way he goes from super friendly and grinning to leaning back in his chair, his eyes somewhat dark, staring off into the distance. It's easy to bring him back by just saying him name, or tapping him on the shoulder, but it does happen.

He's put on a lot of medications, mostly for his injuries, but the only ones that stick past the first year are anti-depressants, anti-anxiety meds, and meds to help him sleep. He also meets with a therapist- he's cycled through a few of them, and he started out meeting with them twice a week, but after 3-ish years, he only meets with them once a month. Not because he doesn't need the help- but because he doesn't like revisiting the topic so often, he's trying his best to move on with his life.

He has really bad nightmares, as is to be expected. He'll wake up in cold sweats, and thoroughly believe the sweat is blood, that he's back in the basement, covered in a mix of his own blood and the blood of his friends, and he'll rush into the bathroom, taking off his shirt to check his scars, but they're still just scars. He has to check every single one of them to make sure they're not bleeding, even when they haven't bled in years.

The survivor's guilt is real with this one. He'll see something that reminds him of one of them, and for a while, he'd even go to call them whenever something happened, his hand barely even touching the mounted phone before he remembers. Remembers that they're gone. That they're not coming back. And he wishes it were him. He wishes he'd died instead of them, even if it just brought one of them back.

When he was still trying out different medications, he suffered from a lot of suicidal ideations. He's normally a really cheery guy, and he felt like it was wrong to feel bad- he felt like he wasn't being the person he was supposed to be when he was sad. And that made him feel like a failure. And he didn't want to keep letting people down. Fortunately, he never tried anything, but it happened sometimes when he really missed them, too. He just wanted to see his friends again. Wanted to be with them again. But he'd gently remind himself he survived for a reason, even if he didn't know what that reason was all the time. Sometimes he lived because he needed to carry on their memory. Sometimes he lived because he needed to protect others like them. Sometimes he lived because he knew they would want him to. No matter what the reason, he survived. And he knew he needed to keep surviving.

Hobbies:

He spends a lot of time volunteering at an animal shelter. He doesn't really talk about it to anyone, it's just something he does. He originally started it because his first therapist recommended that he find a hobby that gives back to the community so he can feel like he's doing good, and volunteering at an animal shelter was one of his options. He figured he liked dogs, so he agreed to volunteer for a month just so his therapist would shut up about it.

Well, even after he stopped going to that therapist, and cycled through three others, he still volunteers there. He originally only wanted to work with the dogs- maybe take them out on walks, help feed them, etc. But he really enjoys playing with the cats, too. He finds it way more therapeutic than he originally expected, and he does like that he's helping animals who need his help.

He ended up adopting a 3-legged rescue mutt, and he named it Jacs. Most people assume that it's spelled Jax, but it's not. It's named after his friends- and while its bittersweet, the dog picked up on the name and responded to it near immediately, so it stuck. He brings Jacs everywhere that he can, even brings him to the shelter sometimes and the other volunteers absolutely love him.

Reunions:

Going along with the h/c that he and Connie were the only survivors, but this can be made to fit whatever your head canons are. He and Connie, for a while, stayed pretty close, and helped one another get through all of the lasting effects. But, after a while, the relationship faded. They still meet up, but its rare, and its usually a somewhat tense encounter.

When they were all teenagers, heading off to different colleges, they promised to stay friends forever. And it worked- they stayed friends throughout college, meeting up during holidays, and even had their college graduation party together. And they stayed close friends until the end.

Leland feels guilty. He feels like he's not honoring their promise, and sometimes, he wonders if Connie even remembers. He can't blame her if she doesn't, it was a long time ago, and a lot has happened since then. And he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable. But Connie is the only living reminder of the group, and she just keeps drifting. She has a life for herself, and she's clearly moved on, or at least is trying to. Leland isn't as good at it as her. He constantly misses his friends, and wishes he could've done something different. Leland feels like he's stuck in the past, and everyone else keeps moving forward. And the one person he can talk to about it who really understands is falling through his fingers.

Relationships:

He has trouble building relationships with people. There's always that knowledge that he'll never love, understand, or know anyone else like he knew Jules, Sonny, and Ana. He has friends, of course, but romantic relationships are practically nonexistent for him. He's tried- he's dated here and there, but he feels like any partner he gets will always deserve better. Deserve someone who doesn't have so much baggage, who isn't hung up on the past, who isn't wrecked by anxiety like he is. Because of that, he can't commit to relationships.

It sucks, cause he always wanted a family. When he was younger, if you would've asked him what he wanted to be when he was older, his first answer would've been 'football player', and then it would've been 'dad'. He loves kids, and he loves the idea of settling down, but it feels impossible for him to do.

So, for the time being, he has Jacs, and that's enough for him.

The Notes:

He'll write notes to his friends sometimes. Especially to Sonny. He'll tell them about how his life is going, and how Jacs is doing, or tell them about a new restaurant that they'd love, promising to take them someday. And when he's done, he puts them in a box under the bed. At the end of every month, he burns all of them. It doesn't change anything, but it makes him feel better. Makes him feel like they're still friends.

He always burns them in his fireplace. He'll sit on the carpet in front of it, and Jacs will lay next to him, resting his head in his lap. And Leland will sort the letters out depending on who they're addressed to, and then he'll burn them in batches. He even writes them to Connie sometimes, telling her that he misses her and wishes they were still close like they were in college. He'll even fall asleep on his living room floor as the fire eases into ash and sparks.

#adapting to leland mckinney #leland mckinney #leland mckinney headcanons #leland mckinney angst #leland tcm #leland mckinney angst headcanons #leland tcm headcanons #tcm headcanons #tcm angst

[drrutherford]

❖ Timeline ❖

April 16th 1984 — Born to Natan & Mikaela Weiss, of Israeli and Irish origin, respectively. Both parents are doctors, living in Yeovil (Somerset) UK, and raise their son with warmth and stability in a happy home.

1990 — Parents die in a car crash when he’s 6 years old. Grief-stricken and unable to cope, his aunt abandons him in a London orphanage where he meets wee lil Damon (@damon-rutherford​), who’s only 4. Takes him under his wing, and a few months later they get adopted by Andrew and Cerys Rutherford. 

 1994 — Cerys falls ill and dies, the boys ( aged 10 & 8) are broken-hearted. Lara (@lararutherford​), who’d been adopted before that, is still too baby to remember much of it. Andrew uproots the family (+ Adriana @amaroadriana who’s basically a foster sister at this point + her mother, who continues on as the family’s nanny) to Porto Velho in America. Connie (@constance-rutherford) enters the picture shortly (contentiously so) thereafter, and Yvonne (@yvonne-rutherford) is born. 

 1997/8 — Aged 13/14, discovers the truth about Andrew’s line of work. Fractures his relationship with his father and Johnathan (@johnathan-parsons​), who was something of an uncle figure to him. Partially motivated by this event, partially by his dislike of PV, he sets his sights on Med School in Oxford, to get as far away from his father, and follow in the footsteps of his biological parents before him. 

2002 — Graduates highschool at 18, accepted into Oxford University’s School of Medicine, moves back to England. 

2002-2008 — Med school days, these years give rise to Team Posh, giving rise to his long-standing friendships with people like Spencer @spencerberkeley​, Harrison (☠️), and Cassandra @cassandra-acton​​, among others. Also meets his first steady girlfriend, before moving on to Diana (@diana-sehgal), and then Mila (@milaxkorshunova) during these years no more dates bc fuck that i’m confused.

2009 — Some time after graduating med school, he (aged 25) heads to the US to start his long-ass surgical residency. This is followed by an amicable, mutual decision to split with then-girlfriend, Mila, due to the pressures of being long-distance, and some meddling by her v. Russian father.

2011 — On one of many sporadic visits back to the UK, Damon introduces him to publicly adored British actress Katherine Mayfair, and a whirlwind romance ensues, devotedly followed by the press.

2014 — Marries Katherine (aged 30), partway through residency, prompting a transfer back to England to complete his surgical training in London. Despite indulging a hidden drug habit, Katherine promises to stay clean.

2017 — After three years’ worth of a struggling marriage and multiple lies, the dam finally breaks when he finds out that Katherine’s still using drugs while pregnant with their child. This is the same year as he completes his surgical residency and becomes a fully licensed neurosurgeon/consultant (aged 33).

2018 — As soon as his son is born (June 6), Gideon (aged 34) files for divorce. Katherine punishes him in the worst way possible for this decision, and paints him as a cheating scumbag to the media to cover up her own infidelities and continued drug use. This poisons the public’s opinion against him and a bitter custody battle ensues. Easily the worst year of his life, the results of which have lingered through the ensuing years.

Some time in between idk bear w me ok — Befriends his apartment neighbour, Elene Dadiani. The lines blur between friendship and something more, but before it can flourish she’s gunned down outside the apartment one horrible night. The event scars him and puts him off the prospect of romance for a few more years. Also there are many attacks on his family in between and mob life is pervasive as shit and the Ruthas are constant drama rip, but y’all know this already

2024 (Present day) — Gid is 39 going on 40, and still goin’ thru it. Felix is 5 going on 6, and goin’ thru it somewhat less. He is currently in a bid to launch another appeal against his ex for full custody of their child.

#damn i started this draft so many eons ago it's still the old tumblr formatting #that's whack #anyway... long overdue #timeline #i will be updating this as i go along and reblogging #also... for any in-game charas mentioned above - if i got any of the dates or headcanons wrong pls dm me and i'll happily edit! #Also for the sleuths who’ve been here long enough to detect it his bday’s jumped around a bit over time but sticking with the og #which also fits bc... ARIES... RAM... STUBBORN AF #anyway maybe i'll add this as a page on his nav one day #WIP #about

[medowlarken]

random 104th trainee headcanons that wont leave me alone:

ema shared a bed after they fled shiganshina and struggled once they had to sleep apart in the barracks. eren and armin got over it quicker than mikasa did

sasha hid smuggled leftovers under her mattress and caused a mold crises in her dorm

jean and connie def practice kissed at some point

speaking of-- hetro relationships are the ‘norm’ in their society but labels aren’t really a thing. m/m and w/w are common and widely accepted

floch still finds a way to be both gay and homophobic 

armin offered to tutor a few struggling classmates and it turned into a lucrative side hustle. he accepted extra desserts as payment

ymir is bilingual and sleeptalks in the language of her birth country. the others assume its just dream gibberish 

trainees have to go through sex ed class sometime in their 2nd year and its just as awkward as youd think it is

they were all mutually traumatized by the miracle of childbirth. marco cried

but eren ‘doctor’s kid’ jaeger somehow knows every medical term relating to the body. a classmate bumped into a table corner and he asked if her ovaries were ok

jean sketches as a hobby but his drawings are shit lmao

#i might do more of these #attack on titan #aot #aot headcanons #shingeki no kyojin #snk #eren jeagar #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #sasha braus #connie springer #jean kirstein #floch forster #ymir #marco bott

[pogostikk]

I like to think about the different dynamics of all the characters in my au, especially with how they show affection.

Like, physically, Steven wants to show Connie as much affection as possible, holding her hand, kissing her cheek, leaning into her space. He can’t get enough of it and always has lots of love to give.

And Connie doesn’t mind it, but her love language isn’t so physical, and eventually the bunches of affection can get a bit overstimulating, so she had to set up boundaries with him. When they’re not holding hands and cuddling she’d rather do things for him, she tried cooking for him but frankly he figured it out long before she did and she’d been on earth her whole life. I think Connie would, in a way, enjoy taking care of Steven, not that they don’t take care of each other but she wouldn’t mind being the breadwinner, and I don’t think the idea was ever strange to her or Steven. Steven grew up with no gender norms whatsoever, and Connie was always fighting social standards, I imagine her mom being a successful doctor and also the breadwinner enforced that or even started up that early rebellion. (And I’d like to look into want their relationship as two adults would look like, and how they felt about it all)

But I’m getting off track, I think Connie would show her affection by sharing things rather then just straight up giving, she’d share information and her thoughts and criticisms of the world around her, she’d share her time and feelings as well as the money she earned if they married and the home she had. And I think that’s cute.

As for Star and Steven, I have a lot of fun exploring that.

Because they both grew up without gendered expectations, and sometimes I just wanna leave it at that. But also they both have very “guy-like” characteristics that if they had been on earth I wonder if any of the roles we have would have been placed on them (probably not it’s Steven Universe, and that’s like my favorite thing).

But anyway, regardless if I showed them as brothers or a father and a son, they share lots of affection.

Like I said Steven has lots of affection to give, and Star is the same, but more subtle about it I think. He won’t straight up hug and say sweet nice things to the people he cares about, but with Steven if he’s not doing anything with his hand and Steven’s there- he’ll just, rest his hand on top of his head. Or Steven will subconsciously lean into Star’s space and Star will welcome it.

And of course they would ‘cause they’re two halves of a whole who were supposed to be fused, that severed connection is still very obvious, just unspoken. They’re constantly drawn to each other because they should have been one. It sounds a little weird but there’s something whimsical about two beings who were meant to be one, what that connection would entail.

Anyways it’s like incredibly late over here and I’m going to regret writing all this when I wake up.

#steven universe #su au #human steven #pink steven #connverse #I love talking and writing and drawing affection because I’m very affectionate #probably going to delete later #connie maheswaran

[pushing500]

Had another lovely wedding in the colony! Today Irwin and Connie got married, it was beautiful. Irwin will still be called Irwin even though his name is now "Maxim Dermokaites" and not "Maxim Irwin" anymore. He did not wear a hat to his wedding, much to his new wife's chagrin, I'm sure.

Also, a round of applause for Candlelight and Albina, who brought iced coffee to the ceremony. I feel like they could have been paying more attention, but I appreciate their refusal to be pulled away from their refreshments by something as inconsequential as a wedding.

And a round of applause to me for not drawing Candlelight and Candlelight alone since she joined because she is my only T'au colonist, and I love her almost as much as I love the idea of actually getting around to painting my real-life T'au someday. Plus, she reminds me of another T'au Rimworld colonist from ages past who is the reason I got into Warhammer at all in the first place.

R.I.P Voxpopper, your legacy shall not be forgotten.

Speaking of T'au, I wasted a LOT of plasteel to make Candlelight a cool gun. She deserves to wield a weapon of her people. Props to Fafo for making it a masterwork. Love you too, Fafo.

Had a huge malaria outbreak, which took out three of my five competent doctors (Kaz, Debby, Wookshys), but thankfully Albina has the 'Word of Immunity' psycast from Vanilla Psycasts Expanded unlocked, and we dealt with the whole mess pretty quickly. Having an awesome hospital probably helped, too.

More soap-opera levels of relationship drama going on in this colony. I was too bewildered to even draw this nonsense. Maybe another day.

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#rimworld #gracie plays #art #my art #traditional art #rimworld art #unpolished art #more cute wedding vibes #I did honestly wonder about changing Irwin's name #But I really hate the idea of calling him Max or something #It just doesn't feel right #So Irwin he will remain #even though it is not his name anymore #One day I should draw the story of my first rimworld colony #It was a riot #I remember most of it pretty well I think #Could be fun to recount #This game never disappoints #Enjoy your day everyone! <3 #The Animist Alliance

[postwarlevi]

hi elizaaaaa 💗

Random Aot question time with the characters you prefer!

What would you think they'd study in college?

📏🚸🏫👩🏻‍🏫👨🏽‍🏫

Hello! Here's another inbox ask sitting here way to long. Sorry!

This one really stumped me though cause right out of school I got a job and never did any other sort of schooling other than what my job required.

But! Here we go!

Armin and Annie - Armin goes to school to become a paralegal in the courtroom world, and he meets Annie in one of the classes that overlap while she's studying to be a lawyer. Out of school they team up to work in family court.

Jean and Niccolo - Culinary school! We know he has a talent for cooking and this would really help his skills. No doubt he's going to own a restaurant one day. It helps when he meets Niccolo and they cannot be stopped! Co-restaurant owners coming right up! Then he introduced Niccolo to Sasha and he, Connie, Porco and Colt are groomsmen at their wedding and Jean bakes their cake...I'm sorry did I go off topic? :)

Historia - she's either gonna work with kids or animals. I'm going animals and she takes classes like animal medicine and pharmacology and starts out as a veterinary assistant before loving it so much she buys the practice. AND she keeps her prices at a decent rate so no one is forced to have to give up on their pet!

Erwin, Levi and Hange - They all meet in psychology, for different reasons! Hange goes to to get a biology major and becomes a biological psychologist and a neuroscientist! Levi goes on to also study sociology as well and becomes a social psychologist and does some ground breaking work in helping teens transition to adulthood. Erwin helps out with the interactive side and becomes a career counselor. The trio is amazing at what they do and the people they encounter are better for knowing them.

Connie - He isn't sure what he wants to do but likes drawing and design so starts taking the prerequisites for architecture! He needs a bit of help in the math classes but he wants it so bad and once he gets it and moves on to creative design it's clear he's made for this! One day he'll make the layout for the new town hall structure!

Miche - Took me a moment but he's going to study landscape architecture! He takes art, design and construction classes. This big guy just wants to beautify the neighborhood and helps Connie with landscaping for town hall, also has plans for redoing a rundown local playground that is sure to become a hotspot for families in the near future. Next up, the Capital!

Mikasa - She's a natural for photography! She doesn't know exactly what to pick so takes multiple courses like studio lighting and digital photography and even graphic design! Her breakthrough comes from at article of the opening of Jean and Niccolos restaurant on an international food magazine. And she hits it big with a National Geographic cover of a national park and has a whole spread inside dedicated to the wildlife! (And she photographs Sasha and Niccolos wedding!!)

Sasha - This girl here has an encounter with the veteran trio one day and between seeing the kids they help and her own adoptive siblings, becomes a speech-language pathologist! She has many choices but has a passion for helping children improvement of their verbal and non-verbal language skills. She is well known in her field and even works in a pediatricians office now.

Eren drops out to become a model.. NO NO kidding! (is my love/hate relationship with him showing?? - Okay he models on the side and Mikasa is his best photographer, but ANYway, since his dad's a doctor perhaps he is interested in medicine and gets a pharmacology degree.... that doesn't sound right LMAO OKAY! He models and gets Mikasas help with graphic design and they run a website and he becomes the most sought after and most followed male model of the decade! The end!

Reiner - HE'S the pharmacology major and specializes in psychiatry. He's very careful about listening to his patients and preventing substance use disorders by deciding if medicine is really the best route, or doesn't hesitate to help people seek alternative options.

Pieck - That's where Pieck comes in as a naturopath, our natural medicine holistic specialist. She not only runs a massage spa but is a fabulous nutritionist and works with crystals and overall wellbeing. Her goal is to get you feeling good as naturally as possible and suggests different herbs and vitamins if you need an extra push to get you there.

Porco - I can't help it, he's in the automotive industry. He doesn't mind getting his hands dirty and just overall likes to work on cars. He has to take courses in computers, math and language before finally getting his hands on a car. But he does some amazing work and is the main mechanic for the winning car in a prestigious car race 3 years in a row before going international!

I feel like I went a bit off topic sometimes but this was really fun!!

Wow I didn't mean to write this much I'm so hungry now LOL

#aot #attack on titan #aot headcanons #aot headcanon #levi ackerman #erwin smith #hange zoe #hange #miche zacharias #mike zacharias #armin arlert #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #connie springer #sasha braus #niccolo #reiner braun #porco galliard #pieck finger #annie leonhart #historia

[frogblast-the-ventcore]

Home On The Strange

So, here we go.

Home on the Strange was the first successful TTRPG campaign that I ever ran - I'd tried running some games of Shadowrun in college, but that system is uh, iffy, to say the least, even if the setting is amazing.

I'd started watching an excellent YouTuber named Seth Skorkowsky, who praised Call of Cthulhu as a TTRPG system, so I got really into the idea of running a game of it.

And then I watched Cowboys and Aliens for the second time.

And thus was born the seed of Home on the Strange.

Setting:

I eventually settled on using the Pulp Cthulhu additional ruleset, to fit the tone of Cowboys and Aliens best.

I decided on a homebrew setting in Wyoming, and created Serpent Springs, Wyoming to serve as the hub location for the campaign.

I decided on a year of 1899 for the campaign, to potentially use themes of "the end of the Wild West" and the upcoming turn of the 20th century. Didn't really go there outside NPC backstories, though.

And then I mostly copy-pasted the plot of Cowboys and Aliens, replacing the generic aliens from the film with the Mi-Go.

I actually made an entire map of the town center, the information on which went little used.

In general, I overprepared for the campaign. But I blame that on my hyperfixation setting itself firmly to "learn everything about late 1890s Wild West".

But I digress. Onto the cast next!

Cast:

I'd gotten a group of five players for the campaign, and after character creation we had the following player characters:

1. Minerva "Missy" King: local prostitute/saloon girl, the cast's social expert, eventual Monsterfucker. She had the most inconsistent luck with combat rolls I've ever seen, and eventually flipped off Nyarlathotep to his face (indirectly).

2. Colby: Town doctor, innately curious, eventual magic-using Snakeman.

3. Sam Walker: sheriff's deputy, first to fail a SAN check, eventual single-handed killer of the "final boss".

4. Constance "Connie": local semi-hermit, sharpshooter, and grumpy old lady, also eventually became a Snakewoman.

5. Violet Brown: another sheriff's deputy, skilled at weaponry and charm, already a Monsterfucker prior to the game start due to her intimate relationship with Sheriff Jane, whom she eventually married post-game. Her player dropped out about 1/3rd of the way through due to not vibing with the non-combat aspects of Call of Cthulhu.

Major NPCs:

1. Sheriff Jane Rodgers: Civil War veteran, holder of highly progressive ideas for criminal investigation, excellent gunslinger, Fancy Lesbian Werewolf™, eventual wife of Violet.

2. Chief Deputy Jacob "Jake" Langford (aka Ara'ssa): Rattlesnake-inspired serpentman, former leader of a criminal gang called the Rattlers, part time bounty hunter, mammal chaser, husband of Woodrow Langford, ex-Fang of Yig (a serpentperson who is a direct servant/occasional vessel of the Great Old One Yig, in exchange for increasing one's willpower/ability with magic. Very much the Power Bottom Himbo to his husband's Catty Gay Service Top.

3. Chief Deputy Woodrow Langford: Just a Guy™, former second-in-command of the Rattlers criminal gang, part time bounty hunter alongside his husband, Catty Gay Service Top to his husband's Power Bottom Himbo. Very skilled at many things of the illegal varieties.

4. Delilah Wrangler: Current leader of the Rattlers gang, lover of Old Garrison, possessed of bright red hair after a magical incident with the Rattlers and an underground K'n'yan city. Eventual wife of Missy King.

5. Old Garrison: Giant old-man Grandpa Ghoul, born in the mid-1750s, fought in the Revolutionary War. Lover of Delilah Wrangler, owner of the Biggest Iron™, very much inspired by Goris the albino deathclaw. Eventual husband of Missy King.

6. Buzz: conscientious objector Mi-Go who eventually helped the PCs stop his people's kidnapping of innocents and razing of towns. Outfitted in the Mi-Go equivalent of MJOLNIR armor from Halo.

Note: I may have missed some.

Next post will be the first part of the recap.

#rpg stories #call of cthulhu #tabletop rpg #ttrpg stories #ttrpg stuff #pulp cthulhu #home on the strange

[red-batty]

The Arkham Hellion: Year One

Chapter 1: The One Where Everything Worked Out (Part 2)

Characters: Connie Inviglio (oc), Emril Griffith (oc), Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy, mention of Penguin and Batman.

Warnings: swearing, violence, insanity, doctors, hospital setting. This story is not for kiddos! 16+, everyone else scram.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: I think we're starting to get somewhere but again, chapter one is meant to be boring. It's supposed to just walk you through the day in the life... because it's not going to be like this for long.

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“This isn't even ten minutes long,” Dr. Emril Griffith stated as he finished listening to the tape. 

“I interviewed her, led an open discussion with her, and from there evaluated her psyche.” Connie sipped from her metal water bottle, content with her work with Isley.  

“You have nothing on homicidal ideology or intent. You have nothing on her behavior or if she is violent.” 

“Of course she’s homicidal and violent. Nothing could have possibly changed since the last time she was brought here. Her treatment isn’t there to assist her, it is to assist those around her. From everything I’ve seen, everyone in this damn place is out to get the people to stop doing what they’re doing. If I thought my kin was being violently tortured and massacred and I could feel all their pain, I imagine it would drive me to a state of insanity similar to Ms. Isley’s. What we need to do is have a medical evaluation done to see what caused her to have such a relationship with plant life and how we can restore her state of humanity, if at all. Then, we engage in regular psychotherapy sessions discussing her feelings and we see how those things can be amended. From what I have seen, she is not irrational.” 

“She killed three men in a week with an axe for establishing a new neighborhood, you wanna tell me how that isn’t irrational?” Griffith picked through the salad on his plate, watching Connie explain. 

“Emril, her actions were rational, from her perspective. We can’t change her actions if we don’t first try to change her perspective. And we can’t change her perspective until we understand what she experiences,” Connie argued. 

Griffith set down his fork, and sat up straight. 

“You’re walking a very dangerous line. Associating yourself with psychopaths is how you become one. They will get inside your head and make you sick. They will tear you apart from the inside out.” 

Before Connie could respond, she bursted into a coughing fit, and despite her best efforts, the coughing worsened and racked her body. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out her inhaler, and used it. When she was done, she put it back in her bag and cleared her throat. 

“I can allow myself to understand what they feel from a distance to understand them, without associating myself to them. I will be careful, but I think it is important to know exactly what we’re dealing with.” 

“We’re dealing with a bunch of loonies, Connie, what do you think?” 

“I think we’re also employed by Quincy Sharp, so it really doesn’t matter what side of the glass we’re on.” 

Griffith snorted. Anyone with half a brain at the asylum knew that the Arkham family was far from sane themselves, and their insanity is why they built the asylum. As for the warden, Mr. Sharp, he was nearly a fanatic about the whole business. 

“Alright then. But you- you do need to be careful. Devil’s advocate aside, what you saw through to today was the right way to be looking at things,” he pointed at them and gestured vaguely, “It’s the exact reason I trusted you with this job. But I know I can handle a thing like what you’re doing. Are you sure you can do this?”

Connie nodded hesitantly… her own battle with mental health went back the past decade and a half, to when she was in middle school. Her own trauma and unfortunate intelligence left her in a world of hell to deal with, coupled with the illnesses she inherited. It made her sensitive, but it also gave her the experience, stamina and self control to handle the job.

“I can do this. And if I can’t I’ll shut it down. Alright?” She stood from where she sat, across from Griffith’s table in his office. 

“Where you off to?” Griffith piped up. 

“The Medical Facility. I wanna ask a few questions regarding Isley, see what’s available, and check on that patient that got fucked over in IT.” Connie shrugged her bag over her shoulder.

“Oy, your shift is over in a half hour, right?” Emril finished his salad and tucked away the empty Tupperware. 

“Yes sir.” 

“Coffee? We can go over your notes.” 

“Actually,” Connie straightened out her jacket and readjusted the strap on her bag, “I’m supposed to be on the other side of town in an hour. Police stuff, y’know.” 

“And you’re still doing school, huh? Where do you find the time between two jobs and that much school?” 

“I guess I don’t, but I mean. I don’t get paid at the police department, it just covers most of my classwork. Y’know, I wouldn’t be able to do any of this if Gotham wasn’t such a shithole and everyone wasn’t so under employed.” Connie gestured with her hands as she talked, waving them to add emphasis or dismiss details.

“Do you sleep?” 

Connie snorted. “Someone in our field? In Gotham? It’s unlikely I’ll sleep anyways, might as well work on school stuff.” 

“And oi, you never told me- after you graduate, are you planning to work here or the station?” 

“I mean, why not both? Half the people in the penitentiary were put here by the cops.” She paused, knowing that statement was only half true. “And, well...” 

Griffith finished, “...And Batman.” 

Silence fell. Everyone had different opinions on the Batman, and Connie didn’t know Dr. Griffith’s. If she was being honest, she wasn’t even sure about her own. It was strange to know that in the shadows of Gotham, some mythological vigilante haunted the streets and fought crime. It didn’t seem real, but it made more sense to her than Metropolis’ perfect man, soaring through the clouds. 

“Yeah,” Connie mumbled, finally, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “And Batman.” 

There was another moment of tense silence before Griffith looked back up to Connie. 

“Well, I won’t waste any more of your time. You’ve got things to do.”

Connie nodded. “Later, Griffith.”

“Off you go.”

As Connie started walking to her beat up car, her pocket hummed, and “The Porkchop Express” by John Carpenter began to play. Only one person in her phone had that ringtone, so she quickly picked up. 

“Hey Dad,” she said cheerfully. 

“Hey honey. How’s your day?” 

“Good! How are you?” 

“I’m good, I just wanted to talk to you.” 

“Aw, hi. I’m just finishing up my shift at Arkham, and I’m going to head over to the station. And, y’know, Gotham traffic, so I’ll be free for a bit.” 

“I just finished up a hearing and I’m heading back to the office.”

“How was your hearing?” 

“Good! So far, so good.” 

“Anyone I’ll see at the Asylum?” Connie chuckled. 

“No, no, he’s going to Blackgate for certain. But no, yeah, this was a bigger case, this was one of the Penguin’s goons.” 

“No shit!”

“Yeah! And opposing counsel was a bitch, so I completely dragged him in court.” 

“That’s amazing! You’ve got solid evidence on him?” 

“Yeah. He was in a Penguin uniform, roped up at the scene of the crime by the time the police got there.” 

“Let me guess. Batman?” 

“Yeah. Honestly, he makes my job easier.” 

As Connie started driving across the long bridge that connected Arkham Island to Gotham Island, she felt safe enough to speak her mind, but she still had to be cautious. 

“Are you in the car?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“So I can ask if the conviction is going to be bought out or not.” 

She could almost hear her father’s disappointment in the flawed justice system on the other end of the line. 

“No, no, not with this one, sweetie." 

“Well, that’s good to know. After Bruce Wayne started basically single-handedly funding Internal Affairs, and the Batman started serving up Falcone’s puppets on a silver platter, I can almost believe Gotham City can have an honest trial.” 

“Yes indeed. Alright, honey, I’m back at my office. I just wanted to check in and see how you were.” 

“Well, I’m doing okay. It was nice to hear from you.” 

“If you’re still at the station in a few hours, I’ll pick you up and take you home for dinner. Seanna’s making a new kind of pasta. Which means-” 

“-garlic bread!” Connie finished, and her father laughed. 

“Yes! Alright, sweetie, I gotta go. Love you!” 

“Love you too, Dad. Bye!” 

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