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[dilfartist]

May I request a Part 3 for the Leon las plagas fic?? It's just so!!! Exciting!! How reader reacts to the pregnancy? Weird side effects??? Does Leon's aggression turn into more smothering affection? Do the scientists conduct physical tests on reader (how does Leon react to that??? Does he have to be restrained? Is he present?) Her thoughts as shes kept in relative isolation? Does she bond with the baby she's carrying (talking to the bump, playing games)?

Missed - short (pt.3)

Pairing; Yandere Las Plagas Leon Kennedy x reader

Synopsis; Visiting Leon after your check-up

Reader description; Female/GN

Edited: No, Yes

Word count; 1k

TW; kidnapping, forced pregnancy, SA mentioned.

Notes; {Last part! Also, very sorry if this isn’t a good ending just wanted to post something to get me into writing again.}

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

“Mrs.(Last name), your breakfast is ready.”

The radiant lights flick on, nearly blinding you despite the dark blanket covering your face, gaining an irked groan from you. It takes an effort to lift yourself, the additional weight in your abdomen making it a laborious act. “What is It?” you utter, voice raspy.

A Nurse enters the room. She hauls in a full tray of food. Providing you with a polite smile, she set the tray on your blanketed lap. “This morning we made you: pancakes, bacon, and eggs; just as you requested yesterday.” You nod showing acknowledgment, returning her polite smile. “After you eat, we’ll start with your check-up. Okay?” you nod once again and she takes her queue to exit.

It’s been four prolonged months since you conceived the baby, or what the scientists declare “experiment 12,”. While your time staying here hasn’t been the best it’s beginning to feel like your new life.

You follow a schedule: first breakfast, then a check-up, maybe a meeting with Leon, and whatever else happens throughout the day.

The food here is okay. Truth be told you wish you could have a burger, maybe even convince one of the workers to stop by a fast food joint. Unfortunately, the scientists prefer for you to eat what they provide and only what they provide. Some day you’ll convince them the baby wants it. Maybe then they’ll get it.

“Let’s get this over with,” you mumble to yourself. You get out of bed and head over to your wardrobe, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a random comfortable shirt. It was nice of them to bring your clothes from home, they were way more comfortable than what they had suggested you wear at first.

“I’m ready,” you call out, knowing they are watching you from the other side of the glass. A doctor enters the room clutching a pen and clipboard. She pushes in a cart of medical supplies, “Hello, Mrs. (last name),” she sings, “How’s you and the baby?” She sits on the chair adjacent to your bed, patting the edge to encourage you to sit as well.

“We’re fine.” you groan, lifting your body up to take a seat beside her on the bed.

“Hm, still no out-of-the-ordinary cravings for pregnancy - no pains?”

“No, still none.” you sighed, looking down at your pregnant ample belly.

Throughout your pregnancy, everything seemed to be normal. You had the same cravings as any other woman, the normal discomforts as other pregnant women- everything appeared expected for a pregnant woman. It provoked worry from both you and the scientists. The normalcy in the pregnancy could lead to an abnormally painful birth or an abnormally formed baby; as hypothesized by the scientists.

You look up to see her documenting the given information on her clipboard. “I’m still allowed to see Leon, right?” you inquire, tone a bit desperate. She glances up from her paper and smiles at you, “Yup! After we’re done, I’ll take you to his chambers.” She clicks her pen and the blue ink tip withdrawals. Putting away the pencil, she pulls out the medical supplies and begins to examine you.

She runs a couple of tests which take about twenty minutes. Then she gets to your belly; gently she touches around the round flesh, her fingertips slightly poking at you not enough to earn your discomfort. You watch as her brows begin to furrow slightly, growing in intensity after every couple of seconds that her hands explore your belly. From your point of view, it’s like she’s checking a fleshy watermelon, gently shaking and poking at it.

After a while of poking and rubbing you like a crystal ball, she holds your stomach for a minute, and her eyes widen slightly. She bends down and lifts your stomach.

“I finally found something anomalous,” she says triumphantly, a smug grin spreading on her face as she perks up at you. You peer down at her, curiously attempting to look at yourself but ultimately failing due to your belly’s size. “What? What is it?”

She stands tall pulling off her blue gloves. “Your stomach is heavier than a normal pregnant woman’s.” She ambles to the trash can by the door and disregards the gloves. “I don’t know why I haven’t noticed it before- maybe this happened overnight or something.” She shrugs.

Now that you consider it, you have noticed other pregnant women don’t find normal tasks as difficult as you do. Well, they obviously do find it hard- you meant from what you’ve been told by the doctors. Usually, women rate their pain as a five or six. You’d rate your pain as a seven or eight in recent days.

Instinctively, you began to caress your stomach. How bad would it hurt during the birth procedure? Wouldn’t the heavier the abdomen mean the heavier the baby? Your eyes widen and suck in a quivering breath. She takes notice of the change in mood, asking what’s the matter. You explain to her your concerns resulting in her chuckling, “There is a possibility of the birth being a bit hard, but I assure you, you’ll be in good hands.”

She leads you out of your room where two security officers are awaiting your arrival. They greet you with a nod of their heads, then continue to look onwards. You’re escorted through the plain white hallways until you finally reach a heavily gated metal door. One of the security guards walks over to put in the code, ensuring his back faces you. The doors open wide and you depart the doctor's side to enter.

Listening closely you can make out the dialogue from taxi driver playing at a medium volume. You shut the door behind you softly.

Leon sits in a wing chair, one leg across the other, slouching back with his head resting on his palm. Leon can usually detect when you’ve entered the room by your scent and the sound of your footsteps, but he was too captivated by the movie. Cute.

You tip-toe over, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips. Resting against the top part of the chair you tap the top of his head. Leon jerks forward slightly, he looks up, ruby eyes meeting yours. It takes him but a moment to realize it's you. He grins at you, “You surprised me.” he comments with a chuckle.

“Really? I thought I gave you a hard attack.” you giggle. You take your seat in the other wing chair pointed toward the television.

Leon smiles softly at you. Good, you think. Leon was starting to show off his emotions more openly now.

After the night you had conceived, Leon avoided you like the plague. His mind was guilted with the knowledge of what he had done to you. The person he swore he’d never hurt. It took weeks for him to look you in the eyes. About a month to finally start talking to you continuously instead of spewing a few words as a response to you. Now he was showing his emotions off after a couple of months.

“How was today's check-up? You did have one today right?” Leon questions, slightly moving his chair in your direction.

“Yeah the baby is still healthy but we found out it's really heavy.”

Leon nods his head taking in the new information. You decide to question him on his time away from you, “what about you? Anything new?”

Leon absentmindedly fiddles with his fingers, he recalls his day in slow-formed sentences, “Well, they finally told me when I’d be able to continue working.” Leon had been wanting to get back to work sometime, he’d been asking every month since his captivity. “They say I’ll start next month.”

You hum, “That’s great, baby.”

“It's good and all,” Leon starts, leaning back in his chair, “but I hope I’m not out when the baby comes.” Leon didn't trust anyone in the building when it came to the baby’s delivery. He wanted to be there not only for your safety but to unsure they wouldn’t try anything.

“We still need to decide the name,” Leon notes.

Leon lets out a small sigh, displaying a small smile. He looks at your stomach, “That reminds me, what about the gender? Do you know it yet? Did they tell you?”

“Oh, yeah! Give me a second.” You abruptly stand, hurrying your way as fast as your swollen feet can go to the door. You tap on the door. Tap, Tap, Tap. The door opens slightly ajar, and the doctor peaks in slightly. “Is everything okay?” her eyes flash worry. “Do you have the paper for the baby’s gender?” her worry dissipates, “Yes.” she slides in a vanilla envelope through the crack.

You close the door and make your way back to Leon. Presenting the vanilla envelope to him, he turns to you quickly, eyes slightly wide. “Should I open it, or you?” you sing, waving it in the air.

Leon focuses on the envelope, lips pursed in thought. His eyes softly turn to you, “Could you, please?”

“Okay.” you oblige, teasing him by moving ever so slowly.

“...what do you think?”

“...is it a boy?”

You grin at him not uttering a single word. Leon isn’t sure if his assumption is correct or not, so he asks for the second option. “Is it a girl?” This time instead of making him guess you nod your head.

A smile crosses Leon's face, but it's different from any other you've seen from him. It’s genuine. It wasn’t like Leon never smiled, just a few minutes ago he was- this was just different. He had a smile you could only capture when the subject of a candid photograph isn’t aware of the camera.

Leon is the first to move, hugging you tightly and slightly rocking your body along with his.

If it weren't for the circumstances of the situation, perhaps you too could find unconditional joy in the moment. Yet you can’t. At the end of the day, this child could tear you to bits. At the end of the day, you could die because of the possible unatural birth. At the end of the day, you could be shot down like an unuseful dog after their experiment is finally birthed.

You know the pleasure you feel in these moments will soon come to a soul-crushing end, so traumatizing you’ll awake in a cold sweat many years later if they have not disposed of you.

For now, you’ll indulge in the normalcy of the situation as much as you can.

For soon that will come to a crushing end.

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[workersolidarity]

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PALESTINIAN DOCTOR AND LEGISLATOR SLAMS ISRAEL'S ONGOING GENOCIDE, SHUTS DOWN PIERCE MORGAN

📹 Footage from the appearance of Palestinian physician and member of the Palestinian Legislative Council, Mustafa Barghouti on Pierce Morgan Uncensored, a show aired on the British broadcaster TalkTV.

Dr. Barghouti shuts down Pierce Morgan's attempts to interrupt and disturb his responses, telling the British "journalist" to "Shut up please!"

"These are children for God's sake. I am against the killing of 30 Israeli children, which happened on the 7th of October because they are children and civilians," Dr. Barghouti says in the interview, adding "But nothing in the world could justify because of the killing of 30 children, the killing of 12'000 other Palestinian children. That is unacceptable."

"30'000 Palestinian civilians have been killed, and 72'000 people have been injured by the Israeli murderous army. This is 4.5% of the population," Barghouti says before being interrupted once again, telling Pierce Morgan, "I didn't interrupt you, so shut up and let me finish!"

"4.5% of the population of Gaza have been killed or injured. If that happened in the United States of America, you would be talking about 12 million people killed or injured in four months of time. Is that acceptable?" Dr. Barghouti asks.

"70% are civilians, more than that. Israel is killing Palestinians not only with this terrible genocide, with their bombardment, they are killing civilians with starvation, this terrible siege," adding that "50'000 pregnant women, Palestinian women, don't find a place to give birth in, 64'000 breastfeeding women cannot help their babies. And more than that, 700'000 people are now starving because Israeli is preventing milk, flour, food to the population of Gaza City and the north of Gaza, and more than that, they shoot the Palestinian hungry people when they are trying to get some food."

"They shoot them and they kill them like they did two days ago. They killed 100 people and 860 others were injured."

"So my response to you, yes, this is a genocide. These are three war crimes happening at the same time: genocide, collective punishment and ethnic cleansing at the same time. 70% of all homes were destroyed. All universities were destroyed. 30 hospitals out of 36 hospitals were destroyed. 347 of my colleagues, medical doctors and nurses were killed."

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[kevcanwait]

hii I’m taking a angst/fluff request and this is not a non idol au which is bangchan x m! reader so this req is kinda based on a movie eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and ariana grande’s mv which is “we can’t be friends” soo chan and m!reader is dating for 12 years since high school and a few years later chan and m! reader, chan is leaving and m! reader is like disappointed but chan is meeting with his friends and they have a party and chan is drunk and there’s a girl she seductive him and its works so they book a hotel so basically chan cheats with m! reader and the girl is pregnant and chan is the baby daddy so the girl tells chan that she is pregnant and they have to talk about it and m! reader doesn’t know it. so the next day chan goes home and they have a date and have sex (top chan and bottom m! reader and its implied smut) so here its is chan phones rings and its the girl so m!reader answers it and he does know it because he’s soo mad.. and a few hours later he tells chan he found out so they fight and chan broke it off… a few months later m! reader undergoes to erase his memories of his former boyfriend chan from his mind and his memories and he broke down while in the procedure but he want to stop it but the procedure is successful and chan he undergoes the same procedure too. (this part is like a flashback of the cute and sad moments and its m! reader’s pov) a few years later and chan and m! reader bangs into each other and they other… soo yeah thats it you can change anything if you like too, thank you!

This finally got me to watch her music video and omg it's basically like Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind which is also an amazing movie. The way I did the details is basically like the music video but different memories 😅

Tags: Well, I don't know how to put it into words but Based on the request: Memory removal, cheating, angst, fluff, cussing, implied sex...uh, yeah lol

'You've given extensive thought about your decision and give us the exclusive permission to remove this person completely from your memories.'

You've been staring at the option for a quite some time, so long that the nurse even came to check on you and you've had to tell her twice that you're still thinking it over.

But what is there to think over? He hurt you and all you want to do is forget.

You finally bring the pen to the paper, hovering hesitantly before you check 'yes' and sign your name.

"Mn?" "Yes?" "He's ready for you." You give a small smile, handing her the clipboard then picking up the box and following behind her.

You give the box to another nurse as the one that came to get you set you up. You were a little nervous but it all hurt too much, you wanted to forget and this seemed like a better, healthier option than drinking 24/7.

Placing a pulse oximeter on your finger, she waits for your vitals to show up on the screen and the doctor is setting up the computer. The other nurse takes out the first item, a ticket, and places it on the tray under a camera.

The first nurse steps behind you, making sure the device is secure before checking with the doctor that everything is ready. When it starts, the device changes colors and it's like you're brought back to the moment of the item.

You were outside your school, the both of you chatting and smiling at each other. "Oh! Guess what?" He asks. "Come on, Channie, you know I hate guessing things, I'm impatient." "Okay fine." He pulls two tickets out of his back pocket. "I got us tickets to the dance tonight." "Wha- Y-You said dances were stupid!" "They are but I saw how much you wanted to go and I know about the multiple times your mom has asked if you were going to the dance or not." "You'd go...for me?" "Yeah...I like you, Mn. You're...You're pretty cute." Your smile was so wide that it was like your face was split in two as you wrapped your arms around his waist and he wrapped his around your neck. "Thank you, Channie." "You're welcome, Mn."

Chan fades out first as you're still there before the whole memory fades out. Then another one starts.

"You want me to move in?" His smile is so bright and beautiful, so kind as he nods. "Yeah. We've been together for years now and I'd like you to always be with me." Tears well up in your eyes, both in the memory and in real life, as you nod. "I-I'd love to live with you." You laugh softly, kissing him gently as you took the key out of his palm then climbed into his lap.

Another fade, with you left behind before it blacks out. The nurse takes out a photo of you both.

"Happy Birthday, Mnie." You laugh, your place across from him on the floor, legs crossed. "Thank you." "You look so adorable." You look over to him shocked then laughing softly, playing with the sleeves of your his over sized hoodie. "How is it you know how to make me flustered after so long of being together?" "I have my ways. Anyway, make a wish." "Okay." You sit closer to the cake, closing your eyes to think before you blow out the candles. "What you wish for?" He asks, leaning over the cake. "It won't come true if I say it." You reply, leaning in as well and you go to kiss him but suddenly there's air and you're the only one sitting with a cake in front of you.

You jolt, vision focusing back into the room and the doctor and the nurse are by your side, your hand pulling up to the chain around your neck holding a silver band. "Wait, Can- Can I keep this one, please?" "Of course, sir, it's okay." "A-Actually, C-Can I stop, I-I don't-" "I'm afraid that's not possible sir, we've already taken a majority of your memories." You gasp softly, head falling back against the chair. "I'm really sorry, sir." "I-It's okay...continue." You close your eyes as the doctor relinks the connection.

"Do you know when you'll be back?" "Nope. I really wish I did but don't worry, okay?" You bit your lip nervously, watching as he brings a hand up to the side of your face and he pulls your lip out from your teeth and kisses them gently. "Don't wait up, okay? I promise I won't be out for too long into the night." "Okay."

You watch him walk out, knowing that you can trust him but what you don't know is the classic mean girl bitch was also at the club your boyfriend's friend wanted to celebrate his promotion. Didn't know that she was purposely getting him to the brink of blacking out, pulled him onto the dance floor, took him to the hotel down the road, that she got him in bed. and that she told him days later that she was pregnant.

You also didn't know that Chan didn't go to the restroom when you were on your small dinner date, taking a call from the girl he slept with.

That night, you went home, bustling through the door as you laughed against Chan's lips, the both of you tumbling to the bedroom, tangled in the sheets a moment later as Chan was on top of you, your hands tangled in his hair and his touch burning on your body.

After, your both panting, bodies close to one another and you could feel his heart beat, wrapped up in the surprisingly cold sheets, the contrast a shocking difference from your bodies but it felt nice. Chan eventually leaves your arms and gentle kisses to get something to clean the mess, leaving you in the bed. Your head turns when you hear a phone, slipping out of the sheets and putting on your boxers before digging into your pants only to find out your phone was dead before picking up Chan's.

Your heart drops and you suddenly have the urge to throw up, your stomach churning as you turn toward Chan exiting the bathroom. "Why the fuck...is Bitch Brittney texting you about wanting you to be the father?" "Mn-" "No, answer the question!" "Listen, Mn..." "How could you!" "It's not what it looks like, baby-" "Don't you dare. How could you throw away twelves years?!" "I was drunk, Mn." "How long have you known?" "What?" "How long have you known she was pregnant? How long have you known?" "A...A week..." "You fucking bastard!" You gather your clothes and phone, throwing Chan's onto the bed as you leave. "W-Wait, Mn." "I don't want to hear it!"

"No, No, Mn, just wait-" "Don't go trying to get me to stay. If you loved me, you wouldn't have fallen for that skanks tricks." "I was drunk!" "That's your excuse?! You try to save 12 years over pure love with the excuse that you were drunk?! You could've stopped yourself, I know your tolerance!" "Mn, please." "No, if you wanted to keep me, you would've thought twice before listening to Brittney."

After getting your clothes on, you throw his house key at him, he catches it, looking at it in his palm before looking back to you. You ignore the guilt in his eyes, how can he be hurt when he did this to himself?

"Don't call. Got that?" and with that you leave and the memory fades.

That was a month ago, you still remembered it vividly before it slowly just vanishes and you can't remember what you were thinking about or what was happening.

You lay on your couch on Chan's lap, just staring up at him before he takes a chain out of his pocket and holds it above you, a silver band hanging off it and you gasp, sitting up and kissing his cheek while taking the chain before everything blurs and you sit back, placing a kiss on a little dogs head instead as you're taking its leash off.

The dog cuddles up to you, and you pet his head. The apartment around you changing, your foyer becoming a wall with a door, your walls changing from light green to a soft cream color, paintings and shelves change as you just watch your tv and play with your dog. The tv playing your memories of Chan and you together before it shuts off.

You open your eyes, the nurse and doctor smiling at you softly as the nurse helps you out of the chair. When you're full out of the chair, you turn to the doctor, shaking his hand before turning around and deciding to give the nurse a hug.

The other nurse is already gone, putting your box in a unit and shutting the door before turning it on, the box and items inside immediately lighting ablaze.

A couple days later, you're rushing to meet your coworker at a small cafe but you bump into someone, dropping your phone and wallet and you go to pick it up when another hand already has it and is holding it out to you, a small smile on his face as his eyes scan your features and you're doing the same.

"Sorry, I should've watched where I was going..." You say slowly, still gazing at the male you crashed into. "It's no problem." His smile was so cute, he was cute.

"Um, My names Mn."

His smile widens as you take your things before taking his hand and shaking it.

"Chan. It's nice to meet you."

Fun fact: Brittney definitely wasn't happy that Chan decided to do the procedure. Chan may have asked if it was possible to erase two people. Mn's dog is still alive, it's just at his apartment. I kept looking back at the music video way too often.

This was fun to write. I hope it's okay.

If anyone wants to be tagged when I post, LMK and I can do that! 😁

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[honeysuckleharringtons]

Part Five: "Seasonal Specials" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: (Then) Christmas Eve has rolled around, and unfortunately for a very pregnant Reader, she is stuck at home with a migraine. Luckily for her, her younger brother doesn't make for too bad of company. — (Now) A slow shift at Brew and Me turns out to be a good night for advice and a call from everyone's favorite nursing student.

Pairing: Nurse!Steve Harrington x Fem!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 1,900

Content Warning: teen pregnancy, discussions of homophobia, discussions of abuse and allusions to physical abuse, discussions of slut-shaming, Reader is lowkey bad at advice when it comes to these topics LMAO, explicit language, food consumption (Reader drinks hot chocolate), not really a warning but Will is gay and autistic in this series, as always lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: this should've been posted way earlier, i am so sorry it wasn't. hope you guys enjoy though!

Originally Written: 12/21/2023 through 12/25/2023

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'brew and me' series masterlist can be found here!

[ Then, December of 1987 ]

Christmas Eve. It was Christmas Eve and you were stuck at home with an excruciating headache.

You supposed it wasn't all bad. After all, staying at home was preferable over the rare occasion that you did leave the house, when everyone would stare you down like some caged animal at the zoo. Unfortunately, the same could be said for your family—no, not your immediate family, who'd helped you more than ever since you'd entered your third and final trimester—whose reactions had ranged from disgusted to sympathetic.

When you'd gone to the family's end-of-summer family reunion, you'd tried your best to hide the tiny bump you were sporting at the time. However, your aunt Judy had taken notice of your particularly round belly, and immediately figured out that it wasn't from one too many hot dogs at the cookout. Ever since then, you'd heard every comment in the book, everything from "whore throwing her life away" to "so sad she thought that was her only option."

So, instead of listening to the endless insults from your distant relatives, you'd prayed for some way out of the gathering. Unfortunately for you, God had a sense of humor, hence the excruciating headache.

The sound of the microwave beeping in the next room over set you off all over again, the noise like a hammer to the head. "Will, can't you tell that thing to shut up?" you groaned, covering your face with the compress he'd made you.

"Unfortunately, I don't think that's going to help," he joked. You couldn't tell if you wanted to laugh or kill him for his sense of humor. "Here's your hot chocolate."

You sat up ever-so-slightly, taking a small drink of the deep brown liquid. Almost instantly, the warmth of it made you feel a little better. "Thank you." You reached a hand over, ruffling his already messy hair. "By the way, you didn't have to stay home with me."

"And listen to Uncle Howie tell me how we're both going to hell? I'd rather have that headache of yours."

A snicker escaped your lips, knowing exactly what he meant. "Okay, maybe Uncle Howie is a bit too opinionated on the sex lives of sixteen and eighteen year olds, but you don't have to listen to him. I mean, you're missing out on Grandma's fruitcake, which is your favorite part of the holidays."

"After last year, listening to half our cousins tell me I'm fruitier than the cake, I don't think I'll ever eat it again." Will pulled his knees up to his chest, his face overtaken by an expression that looked a lot like longing. "Besides, it's not really worth it to me."

You set your mug aside before placing a hand on his knee. "What do you mean?"

"The way the family talks about you… I thought I was the black sheep of the family. You might as well be a purple sheep."

Your pregnancy hormones must've taken over, because instead of a normal reaction, you found yourself beginning to cry from his words. No, not because of pain from his statement, but rather comfort in knowing that he'd rather miss out on the finer things of life if it meant sticking up for you.

Will, and his lack of social cue skills, stared at you for a moment, unsure what to say. Eventually, he landed on, "Sorry if I made you more upset. I didn't-"

A small huff of amusement left your mouth as you shook your head. "No, Will," you smiled, reaching up to wipe away your excess tears, "I'm just… I'm really happy to have you."

He flashed you a closed-lip smile, one that felt so genuine and unapologetically Will. "I know you'd do the same for me."

[ Now, December of 1991 ]

"I would, kiddo. I really would."

Aster Bay was a different kind of beautiful at the holidays. Sure, the small college town was normally beautiful, but upon seeing the small-town glow overtake the place, you were sure you hadn't seen anything like it.

Apartments and beach-side condos decked out in Christmas lights, a tree as high as the clouds in the town square, students dressed in Christmas and Hanukkah sweaters, their dogs in matching attire. The town felt like your own personal snow globe, tiny flakes flooding the ground beneath your feet with every step.

The magic of the holidays of course carried over into your favorite little coffee shop, decorations of red and green covering the walls and counters while the smell of peppermint wafted through the air. Unfortunately for you and Max, the one thing your little coffee shop was lacking this Christmas Eve was customers.

Neither of you were really sure why the store was open. Nearly everyone had gone home for the holidays—students, patrons, and other baristas alike—and the store was dead quiet, aside from the soft sound of Sinead O'Conner playing on the overhead speaker. Silent Night is accurate, you thought to yourself.

"So, where's your lover boy at this Christmas Eve?" Max joked, breaking the long-winded silence.

You sighed, secretly longing for the nurse she spoke of. "Apparently they gave him a week off from the hospital so he went home to see his folks." A small wave of loneliness had come over you when Steve had told you about his departure a few days prior, when he stopped by to grab a latte for the road.

"That's nice. At least he's hopefully having a good time, not working on the holidays like some of us," she said lightheartedly. Though, you could've sworn you heard a hint of sadness in her tone.

"Hey, how come you aren't at home with your folks?" The question had been a simple one, but when Max looked up at you, you could tell her answer was about to be anything but simple.

Her arms folded tightly in front of her chest as she looked at you, a sigh falling between her plump lips. "It's… complicated."

You placed a loving hand on her shoulder. "I know we're only coworkers and we aren't really supposed to bring our personal lives to work with us, but you know you can talk to me, right? I'm your friend, plus I'm a mother so I have problem solving skills now."

She huffed in amusement at your last remark. "It's just… I can't really say a lot but my life in California, it's not as good as my life here. And as much as I love my mom, there's just… well, it's just better for me to stay here even as much as I miss her. Besides, it's not like I make enough to fly home and Neil certainly isn't going to pay for my flight."

You could tell from the clear distaste in the way she said Neil that she didn't like to say his name anymore than she had to. Unfortunately, you knew all too well what that was like, and there was a certain name that left a bad taste in your own mouth the same way Neil did for Max.

"I can't give you much advice because my dad was the one that left, but I promise, it does get better," you empathized. "You made the right decision by staying here. I'm proud of you, Max."

She began to fiddle with the sleeve of her flannel, her eyes darting away. "I hate being here though. I can't help my mom from here. There's no telling what he does to her when me and Billy are away."

You knew exactly what she meant by that too. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but that'll change too. Eventually he'll get tired of you and your mom fighting back and he'll leave. That's what my dad did anyway."

"The thing is," she paused, licking her lips, "I'm not sure my mom wants to fight back. It's like she wants to deal with Neil's bullshit. I mean, she divorced my dad over not making enough money and then she married Neil, who is still scraping at the bottom of the barrel to keep the lights on every month. Not to mention, she dated like ten guys in between and broke up with them for way less, but she'll always find a way to justify his actions."

You shrugged your shoulders. "My mom put up with it for seventeen years before she started to truly fight back." A small wave of silence came over the room before you continued, "I'm sorry I don't have much advice. I guess my situation was just a little different than most survivors'. One thing I can tell you though is that I'm proud of you for making the best decision for yourself. I know it's hard to put yourself first sometimes."

Max gave you a crooked smile, finally looking up at you again. "As much as it sucks that we've both been through a bad thing, I'm glad I have you to talk to about it."

"Of course, love. You're like a little sister to me."

Cutting your conversation short, the phone began to ring, the sound grating on your nerves. You loved your job, but it was Christmas Eve, damn it. In all honesty, you really just wanted to be at home, drinking hot chocolate with your girl in your lap and a movie playing on television.

Still, you picked up the phone, answering with the signature, "Happy holidays from Brew and Me. What can we do for you?"

"Can you tell me your seasonal specials?" said a familiar voice, his smirk audible in his tone.

"Steve! You're supposed to be on vacation," you scolded, though internally you were extremely happy to hear his voice. What is wrong with me? you pondered silently.

"I am, but I couldn't resist calling and ordering something."

Your brows furrowed at his statement. "How does that work?"

"Order anything you'd like and I'll pay you back when I get back to town. Think of it as a Christmas present, or whatever you celebrate."

"That feels like cheating, Harrington." Your eyes narrowed, despite his inability to see it.

"You don't have to tell me what it is, just how much I'll owe you," he replied. You could hear a fireplace crackling quietly in the background, and you could easily imagine him curled up in front of it, his skin covered with a thick Christmas sweater, glasses perched on his nose as he read a novel. "Same for Max or whoever else is working. Treat yourselves, courtesy of me."

"Well, thank you, Steve. We appreciate it," your lips curved upward into a smile as you spoke. "I hope you're enjoying your time off."

"I am. I'm sorry you have to work on Christmas Eve." You could almost hear the frown on his lips as he sympathized with you.

"It's not all bad. After all, I'm getting to hear from you."

"Careful, Byers, or I'll start to think you like me back," he smirked. Butterflies went off in your belly, your cheeks warm and surely rosy.

You were sure full sentences had escaped you, considering Steve had the ability to take your breath away and make you blush like no one else could. So, you stuck with what you knew you could say without stumbling over your words. "Happy holidays, Doc."

"It's a very happy holiday when I get to talk to you, Y/N."

So tumblr hates me...

I went over 24 hours thinking this chapter posted, only to find out tumblr ate it somewhere between my drafts, my queue, and my posts 🤦🏻‍♀️ this app loves to embarrass me

Anyway, I hope this was worth the extra long wait. It sucks that I'm posting it after the initial Christmas magic is over but I hope you guys liked it regardless! I will see you back here on Sunday for chapter six, which will be posted on time, fingers crossed!

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[yaoi-cicle]

HIIII SO I'm not too new to yaoi.. I've read the more popular ones (Jinx, BJ Alex, PoTN (PoTN is my life)) but I've ran out of my yaoi to-read-list, do you have any recommendations? Literally anything will do tehee :3

YEEEEESSSSS I DO 😁

1) Define the Relationship

- Alpha guy who has problems climaxing and starts a relationship with another Alpha

- Not complete but has a lot of chapters

- Fun characters/ Cute art

2) Mad Place

- Guy accused of murder staying in close proximity with the judge of the case

- Not complete but a lot of chapters

- Besides the spice the murder mystery is great

3) Dine with a Vampire

- Guy who’s in a abusive relationship gets his vampire boss to kill his abusive boyfriend

- Complete

- CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED

- Super Cute

4) Perfect Body Partner

- Gym Bro gets in a BDSM relationship with a nurse

- I wanna say it’s complete but it’s marked as being on hiatus (????)

- The drama’s pretty good

5) A Man of Virtue

- Guy gets cursed into having sexual fantasies every time he’s near his work nemesis

- Complete

- The comedy hits

6) Full Volume

- A nature traveler/photographer ends up living next door to his favorite bj

- Complete

- Main couple bounce off each other well

7) Who’s Your Daddy?

- Officer has a one night stand with royal but he can’t remember and ends up pregnant

- Complete

- Jerry Springer ahh plot

8) Blood Bank

- Vampire wants to be dominated by human blood banker

- Complete

- Plot is good and characters are pretty well rounded

9) Insecret

- Kpop idols in the same group end up in a FWB relationship

- Complete

- A pretty cute ending

10) A Guy like You

- Guy keeps seeing popular classmate in his dreams and the classmate want him to remember something

- Complete

- It’s not spicy but the story is cute to me

11) My Darling Signed In

- Guy finds out he’s being catfished by his male classmate and forces him into a romantic relationship

- Complete

- I read this one on the official app so if there’s a spicy version idk

12) Cry Me a River

- Guy needs to pay off his father’s debt by working for a guy and also getting information on him

- Ongoing

- UNCENSORED 😱

A big majority of these can be read on Lezhin!

[plasticfangtastic]

Cozy Corner Kintober Day 8 (Day 2 for me)

Prompts: 12. Nursing/lactation, 4. Overstimulation, 11. Double penetration, Alt. prompt: Switch (dunno if bdsm switch or vers, so I went with vers)

No codiciarás los bienes ajenos

A Homelander x Ashley Barret x Butcher fanfic.

A/N: told myself this would be a short thing but no... hope y'all like it!

R18: Homelander ‘nuff said, threesome, smut, porn logic, R18, Bottom Homelander, Bottom Butcher, Pegging, dudcon, love triangle, everybody is Bi, slow burn, angst, not proofread sorry.

Word Count: 8K approx.

God had funny ways to speak directly to his favorites, it hadn’t registered at first and frankly he hadn’t care– but the larger she got the more and more difficult it became to ignore, building a slow burning anger spreading inside America’s favoritein return– it was a cheap knockoff of what he had endure with Madelyn but instead of bitter jealousy and rage, he was upset and mad that she would dare to act without his authorization..

Ashley was his property… She was not her own, she was not Vought’s, she was not of her family… she was Homelander’s– she should have asked him permission before spreading her legs like the town’s wench, he thought grinding on his teeth.

As her stomach engorged, the defiance of her actions brought him closer to a boiling point.

Ashley had simply opted to play stupid, acting as if her actions hadn’t threatened to cause a riff in their relationship, as if she wasn’t actively being hostile against him after all the good that he had done for her– how could she dare hurt him like this?

Homelander was the first to informed her, smelling the cocktail of hormonal changes taking place within, peeking under her skin to catch the despicable clumps of cells forming, she had been stunted, running towards her assistant to get her a test for something Homelander had already confirmed with more accuracy than any piss soaked stick… she had been a nervous mess for the remaining week, even more than what Homelander was accustomed to.

 He had approached her after a meeting, cornering her with a stiff look on his features.

“You getting rid of it?” He would’ve made a demand but at the time, he didn't think the idiot would’ve jeopardized her career to play with dolls– the labs downstairs can do it discreetly and free– just so you know.” 

She stared at him with her big round exhausted green eyes, and for a moment Homelander was left speechless for she held back a sob, just shaking her head lightly and thanking him for his concern.

Leaving him behind as her kitten heels clicked on the polished floors.

But with every passing week the thing continued to grow, and grow, and so did Ashley… their relationship hadn’t changed, he was still behaving the same around her but as she got closer and closer to the end of the race, he was forced to held back in public– he couldn't be seen as the bastard yelling at a pregnant woman, he had to watch his tone, never raising his voice if people were around, and Ashley knew just how dangerous this was becoming, worried that one day she wouldn’t make it to her apartment in one piece, feeling she would be in a freak accident that her own people would cover up.

Ashley had stared at her fourth pregnancy test in the comfort of her own bathroom…

Thinking heavily on Homelander’s words she stumbled into her bedroom, her mother’s picture taken at 16th birthday watching over her– her mother would get diagnosed a few weeks after that party. But there she was smiling, her hair a light brown and her eyes just like hers, still so happy and loving as she held her daughter.

Why was she alive?

She was a ghoul clinging to her unlife, as she stroked her stomach thinking of what was germinating within, Ashley thought of her life… What was she living for? Work? What else…? Everyday felt like her last when Homelander was around, everyday was just another day she was allowed to continue existing, always caught in his grasps, surrounded by wicked souls that had taken almost all of her humanity, she had to become like them in order to survive… but why was she surviving, for? She had no boyfriend or girlfriend, she could barely maintain friends, her father had remarried some bitch twenty years younger than himself and now had kids he liked more, she had no siblings, and her cousins lived on the other side of the country, she dedicated her life to the grind, her best days behind it seemed– she was climbing the ladder just like her mother had always hoped for, for she thought of her as brilliant… Now she mingled with people of importance as a member of their flock… but above all she was in Homelander’s very small social circle, which was amazing!

But why did she live for? To be afraid of Homelander? That’s all? She thought.

Looking around at the house, at the empty rooms, and the lack of life– it was just an expensive oversized shoebox holding nothing, nothing to come back home to… she could sleep on a park bench and it wouldn’t be that different from her current state of being– maybe I could live for this? She mumbled wondering if it could hear her.

The money and her career were good but now she had something that she could dedicate her life for… something other than Homelander.

It was stupid and selfish to bring a child into this poisonous paradise, but she could be her anchor, to keep her from steering into the iceberg, to keep her holding on to life.

She only had a single name in her head, only one man responsible for this conundrum.

William Butcher had tracked her, appeased to her decaying humanity for assitance with the Homelander dilema, she wanted to run away from him but the bastard was just as bad as Homelander when it came to taking no for an answer, in this brief exchanged Ashley was finally able to speak her mind, years of torture flooded out of her chest and this man the devil’s priest sitting in its mold infested confessionary box listening to her, absolving her in the process– she was so afraid of him, so scared of Homelander’s heart, and for the first time there was somebody she could speak to, who understood her pain and had been doing things against him, in a sense this was the closest she would get to personal retribution against her demon.

Somehow during those brief moments (possibly do to the whiskey) both had woke up with their entire bodies sore, William turned on her sheets glad to have a soft mattress under his back, feeling the sharp pain of raw flesh where she had bitten and clawed, letting a soft chuckle thinking about how hard and frantic she had fucked the brit, she was so demanding William couldn’t believe she wouldn’t dare give the caped cunt some lippy, after spouting all her exigencies to Billy eagerly without care.

They didn’t see each other much after that, the Brit had found the hard way that Ashley for all her hatred and fear… was loyal to Homelander, terrified of ever leaving his side, of knowing what lay on the other side of the river.

William had to give it to Homelander, he had completely brainwashed her into pure misplaced devotion.

So as she let the city fall asleep around her, she dared not contact Butcher.

The more it felt real, the more she gave herself something to wake up tomorrow for, even if now she had to deal with Homelander, but it would be alright… it would be alright, she kept praying that it would work out.

“You taking maternity leave?” Homelander had entered her office slouching on her couch while pretending to read some marketing reports for an upcoming hair product line with his name on it–I need to know how long– have to find your replacement.” he said with sharp snark.

“Only one month. I already have been interviewing nannies.” She said meekly, fidgeting with her pen as she stopped work to give him undivided attention– "can't afford too many setbacks– especially those I caused.”

“Why?” He looked so confused.

“You’re also my priority.” She hadn’t meant for it to sound so personal, but she was so exhausted, pregnancy insomnia had devoured her brain and these piles of paperwork didn’t shrink any further– I’ll be back before you know it.”

Her sheepish smile didn’t even register on her own brain, Homelander fixed his posture, pursing his lips back and forth between a wobbly smile and anxiety, as he looked at Ashley and her glowing skin.

As he stood in the Seven’s boardroom looking down at his kingdom, Homelander thought of Ashley’s words, like a knife in his back… how could she? How could she dare toy with him?

As he looked at the bipedal ants beneath… Homelander could only wonder who was the ill-born shithead that had dipped; Ashley didn’t smell of anybody other than herself and her perfume– all hypoallergenic goat soap and sea-salt shampoo mixed with adrenaline and hopelessness, he had heard the tinder notifications go off from time to time tho… was it perhaps a one night stand? Of course ‘His Ashley’ would be so irresponsible– he recoiled at his own thoughts… His… was she his? Of course she fucking was! She was his property! The louder voice in his head reminded him of what he was and what she ultimately was… a lackey, his servant, no different from a dog… He had been a good owner so why did she stabbed him? He mused on the thought.

The whole month her replacement had been tempted to quit five times, cried fourteen times, writen a 2-week notice three time, almost attempted suicide once and considered twice. 

Homelander had let out months of frustration on the poor man, he was no Ashley… so fucking weak and pathetic, never dressed properly and stinking of axe and hugo boss, no amount of telling him that the smell was irritating got thru his thick skull, never speaking the way Homelander could bare to listen to, never fast enough or efficient enough in his eyes… he quit the same day Ashley showed up back in the office, baby in hand… and that’s when the nightmare truly began… payback for his mistreatment of her substitute.

God must’ve been laughing.

God must’ve been inviting the devil to the watch party.

Homelander hadn’t had a second to admire the bodily changes before, so angry to notice… It wasn't like Madelyn whose every inch and line he had registered… every inch made to hurt him as she abandoned him for somebody he could never hope to replace.

Ashley wasn’t ugly, just a step above average, but plain compared to every other woman in his life, and her eyes were just so big and weird to him.

But as he caught her breastfeeding in her office… he noticed just how much her breast had grown… maybe 2 ½ sizes bigger, they were so swollen, so heavy and that tiny little girl didn’t want anything to do with them. She much rather the bottle much to the first-time mother’s frustration, who assumed she would just latch immediately, it was the most natural thing for a newborn after all, but there she was getting frustrated– she really couldn’t do one thing right, she cried.

Homelander just closed the door behind himself trying to look away, Ashley jumped slightly covering her baby and herself with a cloth.

He licked his lips, swallowing sand, as he tried to distract himself from the smell of fresh milk waltzing towards his nose… he looked at his boots, trying not to beg for the forbidden.

“Try tickling her mouth with your finger… give her a breather then try again… don’t force it” Homelander said gently, putting the flowers down the table, his ears a dark shade of pink– I’ll come later…”

“Oh” She looked at the arrangement shocked that he had brought her a present to congratulate her on her delivery, albeit a bit late but...god this was somethign remarkable– is okay… just give me 1 minute to get the bottle.”

“Is not good to give up so easily, Ashley.” His voice had an odd firmness to it.

The impromptu meeting went smoothly Homelander doing everything in his power to look away, to hide his face as the smell of milk and the sounds of that baby drinking mocking him– god it smelled so fucking delicious, his mouth filling with spit in between words.

This was punishment.

If watching it wasn’t an adrenaline rush… his ears were plagued by the sounds of her breast pumps, of the sloshing of her milk as she shook the plastic bottles before packing them, every other time she was in the building, coop in her office.

Homelander would find himself planted firmly on the spot as he caught the sound of the machine sucking… of her little whines and moans of relief as the pressure on her tits loosen.

God must’ve been pissing himself laughing when he watched him grow unbearably hard to the sounds of Ashley tasting a little drop of milk off her wrist that had spilled… her tongue’s quick flick provoking him.

Ashley was his property… she had no right to tease him like this.

That night Homelander waited ‘til Ashley left the building before heading in the dead of night to wander into her office, and here he could almost hear the angels giggling as he looked into her fridge and found himself in a very familiar scene.

He tucked his arms behind his back hiding the bottle with his cape, as he hurried upwards– in the solace of his penthouse, undressed one hand pumping his cock, caressing the lenght of his shalf as his pre-cum slicked the tip of his cock, he moaned with every short sip, letting it pool in his mouth and mingle with his spit– Ashley cradling him in her arms and her breast in his mouth, fantasizing of his hollowed cheeks sucking on those swollen breast, who gave a shit if it was Ashley of all people!? Not him… not when she tasted so freaking sweet. Not when she was all he could smell, all he wanted to smell, all he wanted to cover himself with, just to fill his stomach with… he laid in bed with his twitching cock, cum all over his abdomen and a light head.

He had come so hard his eyes had grown unbearably heavy, he dared not wash the taste of milk off his lips, he looked at the chewed up nipple and the light puddle of milk at the base of the bottle before just passing off with a full stomach.

He would have hated Melody had he actually given two shits about her, but with her arrival he at least had an excuse to satisfy a craving, glad that the baby would latch but still prefer plastic… not knowing how lucky she was.

On the occasion Ashley brought the child, he gave her deadstares which the child seemed to find amusing, squealing in approval.

Melody Barrett didn’t bother him until now.

Curiosity got the best of him, and maybe Ashley hadn’t been as clever as he had given her credit because there she was arguing with him… with HIM!!! in her apartment, this traitor, this wench, this bitch had never been loyal! He wanted to burn her down, and shower himself on her ashes.

All it had taken was her coming to work one day with something more than unusual clinging to her dress… cigarette smoke, he had smelled this flavor before, he had smelled it on Maeve, but above all he had smelled it on William Butcher.

Cheap cigarettes.

So he flew to her apartment just past 10 pm, in all their years Homelander had never once actually seen the 2 bedroom loft, it was big with high ceiling most likely an upgrade from her previous residency, not that it mattered… the building could come down and he wouldn’t care about all the broken kitsch or its residents… What mattered was that his property was interacting with his mortal enemy… and killing them both right now the only thing in his mind.

William had calmed down, demanding to know if the parasite was his or not which Ashley was so hesitant to answer, squirming in her skin trying to deliver the news without the other man snapping, as she spoke Butcher dropped to the nearest chair, pressing his hands into his face trying to wash away his disbelief, he let a light chuckle out murmuring to himself before ignoring her completely as he headed to the baby’s bedroom– all pink and girly, within laid a sleeping baby, her hair just a light shade of brown and her eyes now that Homelander thought about were… hazel green. He signed and gave up on the spot slouching on the bar not daring to touch her.

How sweet, Homelander thought.

Butcher emerged telling the woman that he wouldn’t be around for the kid if Ashley continued to be bound to Homelander, he didn’t want a new wife or a sex friend but he was fine with being there if she returned to the living.

Ashley just stood there twisting a strand of hair, nervous, her skin covered with goosebumps at the thought of running away– Melody was that bridge to freedom, but in all the time she’d known of Butcher he hadn’t succeeded at harming Homelander… who was he fooling? He was a failure just as much as she was! But he still believed he could win… he still refused to give up… that’s all she needed to believe.

“I… I wish I could.”

Homelander saw red.

How dare she think she could leave?

No… she couldn’t… no… not to him… don’t run to him… he thought, as Butcher's whole demeanor changed, the woman he could barely stand now looked so frail, he dared comfort her, trying to poison her mind with hopes.

When had Homelander enter the home? When did he break the handle off the balcony door that he still had scrunched in his hand? All he knew was that Ashley was cowering behind her arm chair and Butcher was standing in the way.

“why…?” Homelander’s lips shivered– why…w-hy wou-would y-you leave?”

He pushed Butcher out the way, flinging the man right into the other end of the living room, dragging his feet towards Ashley, she dropped backwards crawling away from him as his hand reached after her.

He lifted her effortlessly feeling how thin her neck was around his gloved hand.

“Why would you leave, Ashley?” 

Ashley sobbed lightly, not putting any resistance just clinging to his wrist without any force.

“I will never let you go.” he let go of her neck, his arm took her shoulder pushing her right against his chest, the faint glow of his eyes looking at her face– you’re mine… there’s no world out there for you if you leave me.”

Her heart was so obnoxiously loud, but he liked the sound.

His nose touched her own, their lips so close she could almost feel his smile kissing her.

“Is that clear?”

She nodded, holding back with every ounce of will she had left her tears, he cradled her in his arms, cooing and stroking her back, forcing her into a tender embrace, watching Butcher as he emerged bloodied.

“Was he a good fuck? Did you have fun?”

She could’ve tried escaping his grip but the thought of putting any resistance terrified her, the thought of dying and not knowing what would happened to Melody was enough to keep her still– yet the man wanted an answer as her shoulder began to ache, as she winced and cringed from the agony.

He let her go, throwing her into the ground just to meet Billy head on.

“Was Maeve not enough? Did taking her from me wasn’t enough for you, William?”

“Seems to me she was never yours, cunt.” he spat into the carpet– can’t blame you for being attached… She could bend a pipe with that pussy.”

He couldn’t say that of the mess trying to collect itself behind the boy scout.

“You want a list? Do you want a list of all the women I’ve fucked just so you can rub it on my face, you cretin!”

“Man I really missed out on fucking Madelyn, I bet you would’ve thrown a bigger tamtrum.” Butcher tried to get a step towards the door, but Homelander took him by the arm– keep the bitch I don’t want your sloppy seconds.” He growled.

Homelander was silent, ignoring Butcher’s complaints as he tried to free his arm, Ashley barely regaining her composure as she watched Homelander lost in thought.

Punishing Ashley would be easy, she was easy to scare back in line but Butcher… this was the second time… if he let him go there would be a third time and then he would be nothing but a fool for the rest of his life.

Butcher who had promised him so much, who devoted his life to him, who molded his whole being to him… Homelander scoff at the perversion… much like Ashley… William was his… he was HIS enemy… the closest thing to an equal… his equal if he crossed the line and took the V.

Butcher struggled putting his whole weight trying to free himself, knowing his bones  would break if he pulled any harder– Homelander turned his head around just to dare look him straight in the eyes..

Butcher was a dog… all dogs needed an owner… just like Ashley was his dog… He had the space for another dog, the voice susurrated.

Homelander tugged at the arm bringing them so close, now it was Butcher in a strange embrace.

“You’re a stray mutt that needs to be fixed… you got my cute widdle Ashley pregnant… leaving me a half-mutt to take care of… so William what should I do with you? Should I take you to the shelter or take care of you myself?”

Butcher growled, punching him and bruising his hand instead.

“Don’t you dare touch the kid, you sick fuck!”

“I won’t touch the kid. I’m not an animal– you two on the other hand…”

Homelander took the man’s chin pushing his thumb in between his teeth, chuckling as he tried to bite the gloved finger teasing a broken tooth in return.

“If you wont leave my Ashley alone… I guess I have to take care of you too… I know you… I know your weaknesses… you won’t leave that kid alone, you’re not heartless… you are soft.” He said with genuine mockery and malice in his tone.

Homelander stroke Billy’s temple, gentle fingers trace his face returning to those lips, so soft looking, he could see the charms that tried to steal his Ashley away, that seduced Maeve into the dark side and that kept Becca so devoted, behind the gruff and scars the man was cute, handsome even– but ultimately soft looking, those eyes so dear and pretty.

“I’ll take care of you both.” He smiled leaning closer until his lip brushed Butcher’s lips– you’re mine too.”

Butcher tried resisting but Homelander was too much, no pulling on his suit could get him to move as he intensified their kiss, his tongue forcing his open, his lips bruising his, leaving them tender and sore, Homelander moaned and shuddered as he felt the resistance, tasting him to the core, rejoicing as the man slowly lost his footing and will– Butcher tried to pull him by the hair but all he gained from the man was a loud moan, the more he ran out of breathe the more he realized Homelander reaction were abnormal. He let him lead rubbing his nail behind the blond’s ear catching the moment Homelander shivered and let out a whispy moan, how much he liked it when Butcher pulled at his hair and tickled his bare skin... whatever was happening here– Butcher had a plan on how to make it out alive, make it out unharmed, to make sure that Ashley and the baby could get out in one piece, he would find a way to get Mallory to help them but first… first he had to sink low.

He had to play along and sign him praises, he would be a martyr if he had to for the child he should’ve never had– why did he do this to himself? He should have drank those questions instead of confronting the chihuahua, why did he need to know? Now he was here about to degrade himself, as punishment for his curiosity.

Homelander was shocked awake from this maladaptive dreams by Butcher wild kisses, he moaned, panting into the supe’s steel silky lips, one hand had left the scalp and found himself digging into the supe’s tights already a couple fingers touching bare back.

Homelander whined separating them finally, his toes squirming as he felt Butcher’s calloused fingers try to reach his ass.

“Ticklish aren’t we?”

Homelander dare not humor him, but as the man managed to find treasure Homelander gasped… his fingers were so rough, it was like sandpaper, no wonder Ashley fell for his trap, his hand was so masculine and rough… it was domineering… he squeezed him– Butcher wouldn’t admit it outloud but Homelander had a perfect ass, it was so big and squeezy, so heavy yet malleable… why hide all these cheesecake behind the cape, idiot? He thought.

“You want to own me don’tcha?” He growled into Homelander’s lips– "you want to be my owner then play with me, young master.”

Homelander nose flare-up, feeling small in the arms of the taller englishman.

“I got a lot of pent-up energy,” he purred.

“I guess… I guess… I guess we can p-play” He mumbled.

“Please not in the living room…” Ashley muttered, now collected and looking annoyed as she picked a large piece of a broken trinket, and admired the broken door swinging lightly– William… Homelander, sir.”

“Of course… my bad” Homelander freed himself from Butcher, dragging him by the hand as he complained, picking Ashley and heading towards her bedroom on the way – let’s have fun!”

The personality switch obnoxious.

Okay he had not anticipated this, Butcher thought, blaming a possible concussion for his lapse of judgment and poor planning.

The moment that door closed behind Homelander, he jumped Butcher once more, throwing him in the plush bed, surprised to see just how soft and bouncy it was, Homelander examined the older man beneath him, and the scowl in his face.

“Ashley you pick”

“Excuse me?”

She looked at them both perplexed, biting on her thumb as she caressed her wrist.

“Pick who fucks who, silly.” His smile creeps her out– you want to see him pinning me down and fucking me like the wild dog he is, or you want to see him bouncing on my cock like a good bitch?”

It must’ve been a trick question, but something in her brain must’ve been broken by Homelander ages ago, so she fixed her composure and gave it a real thought. Either picture was good… in her bed were two beautiful older men, two men who clearly hated each other whoul whould be sinking into a violent and heavy dirty hate fuck session… looking at Butcher she had an inkling that the man would rejoice at the thought of making Homelander into a sow and she herself would like to see that man begging for mercy and his enemy’s cock, but on the other hand… did she want to risk pissing Homelander off if she didn’t let him top first? The way he worded things made it seem there wasn’t any real choice… and Butcher had the look that he would turn to putty if that happened… After all, the man had been more than willing to make her happy during their exchange.

“Give her a minute you can almost hear the porno playing in her head” Homelander whispered with a shit eating grin.

Butcher rolled his eyes.

“You top first, sir.”

He smiled in approval, it was a trick question after all.

“Prep him… like you did the last time.” He dismounted resting on the bed by his side– don’t look at me like that William– is her making the decisions… don't worry it’ll be your turn next!” he winked– bring the toys I wanna see them!” he said playfully.

Ashley was almost robotic as she took to the night stand and took her toys and lube out, Homelander counted with both hands at the amount of stuff she kept, running out of fingers by the time she was done.

Butcher had nothing to say as Homelander picked the silicon anal beads, watching him with mild disgust as the man licked one of the beads.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Ashley?”

“What?” she said weakly.

“The ones in the closet… Jesus did you go during a closing down sale?” he looked at the toys on the bed, all the vibrators and dildos.

“I think this enough, mate.”

“Ashley get the ones in the closet.” His voice is sweet but firm.

The woman obeyed heading to grab the box in the walk-in closet, she took it to the bed blushing hard as Homelander waited to see the contents.

A double sided dildo and a themed strap-on.

“You are freaky” Butcher chuckled unable to look at the spread and believed it belonged to her… no wonder she was eager to eat his ass that time– so if you’re fucking me… what is she doing?”

“Me or you…”

He hopped out the bed smoothly and began to undress, letting the suit thud by his foot.

Something about it registered poorly for Butcher, it was abnormal to see, but he gave it little thought as she caught the sounds Ashley was making on the other side of the bed.

Ashley's mouth watered slightly as she took the double sided dildo in her hand then looked at Homelander as he turned around to take his thighs off, then back at the Brit mouthing an apology that he didn’t want.

She should’ve picked the secret third option which was herself.

Ashley took her silk nightgown off with ease, and that confident arrogant prick jaw shook as he saw those swollen breasts, as he looked at her curves and the little drop of milk falling off her nipple.

His gaze fixated as she moved to the bed pushing some of her toys aside to take the lube bottle, Butcher took to removing his shirt, kicking his shoes off towards the Supe, Homelander dare not budge from his spot content to just watch for the time being.

Billy pulled on Ashley letting her naked frame fall on him, and as if Butcher pressed the wrong button the woman was quick to let her plastic dick take over her brain… Butcher was a manly man, much better than her usual cheap cock, he was rough, his muscles firm even if his stomach was getting soft by age, his chest so hairy-- a thrill to squeeze and pull. His sight focused on the other man in the room, watching Homelander irritation and then sudden amusement as Ashley started to pull down on Butcher’s pants.

She wanted to fuck this man and make him call her ‘daddy’-- mostly ‘cuz  Homelander would probably like that, and not for devious reasons, she negotiated with herself there.

Homelander let himself sit on the edge of the bed watching with detachment as William 's arms were pinned over his head as Ashley grinded herself gleefully, biting on his lips, and Butcher’s plan was simple make the bastard happy and find a moment to get the baby and run, Ashley would survive, she was always resourceful otherwise how else had she made it this far under his thumb, and he would get her help, Homelander wouldn’t care for the baby, afterall.

“You've done this before, haven’t you?” 

She turned to him a thread of spit still connecting her with Butcher, she nodded lightly following Homelander as he moved behind her.

“Get him nice and wet for me while I take care of you.”

Ashley mewled as his hand pulled her hips upwards and towards himself, Butcher hated himself as his cock throbbed at the sight, her face was elated she was starting to let go, getting drunk on their kiss and the manly musk of William– Butcher shimmied upwards as Homelander pulled them away, knowing the man was secretly envious from the look on his face.

She was still plump from the baby, her body had more meat to hang on and squeeze, he gave her cunt a light slap, watching her shudder and jump from luscious pain, Homelander chuckled pulling her silk panties aside, spitting on his fingers before teasing her cunt, Ashley had never expected his fingers to be so freaking smooth yet so fucking warm, as he slid a finger into her folds, it was as if he had boiled his hand before touching her, it was so hot it made her writhle in pleasure, her juices coating his fingers instastenously, as he increased the speed of his strokes.

Butcher took his pants off finally regaining her attention, he adjusted himself in the bed as he threw the pants to the side and spread his legs unsure if this was the right position or not.

And just as Homelander teased the entrance, Ashley hopped forward looking back at Homelander for permission which he quietly gave as he teased her further.

“Lay on your back some more” She said to Butcher.

He followed instruction glad that she owned a king size bed, laying down with just a couple pillows and his arm for support, the other giving his cock a few tugs just to start building friction, His cock blocking half her face, her hands reached out after him caressing his thighs as Homelander fingers entered her, spreading her inside, rejoicing at the sound of her pussy drenching his fingers, sloshing sweet juices around– she was reacting better than he expected… that he had ever wanted… just for him… it made him happy that Ashley continued to be so good for him, pulling at his fingers as he drew them back, moaning under her breath with pure neediness, he looked up watching the back of her head bob up and down as she took Butcher thick rod into her mouth, it was salty, the smell drowning her, she let go letting Butcher jerk himself as her hands forced his hips upwards, forcing himself to take one of his legs, pulling his knees closer to his chest as her mouth kissed his cunt.

She slobbered all over, licking every inch of his mancunt as if it was a delicacy, the taste was strong but addictive, licking and teasing the entrance and his folds with her tongue all while Homelander did the same to her, his fingers going faster and faster, her pussy weak to his relentless abuse as he pumped another finger into her opening, his other hand caressing her ass after “mellow” tap after tap, her whole body electrocuted with each slap, feeling a hand-print burnt on her skin.

Homelander couldn’t believe just how good this was, hearing Butcher grunts and hisses as Ashley reduced him into a slave to his sexual desires, bucking his hips lightly to get her to reach further, she lifted herself spit down her chin reaching after the bottle of lube and a bullet from the spread.

Taking the tip of the bottle towards his entrance, she smiled as she squeezed the cool gel around his ass, Homelander begrudgingly let go of her to let her work.

Fingers and toys digging into Butcher, the Brit trying to contain his enjoyment but his body was betraying him, he hated having to admit that Ashley was making him feel good, his cock leaking heavily into his happy trail, as he chocked as the toy teased the tip of his cock.

“That’s enough.”

Butcher almost brays as she lets go, wanting to feel her massage his prostate even further.

It was Homelander’s turn, picking her up just enough to put her on the man’s chest, she looked back after being put down shocked about how easy it was for him to lift her, Butcher had a hard time breathing for a second until she perched above him, before Butcher could say something Homelander pulled him slapping his hips against Butcher’s lifting him long enough to place a cushion under hips, placing Butcher’s face mere inches from Ashley's pussy.

Butcher had no time to protest before he felt the heat.

His whole being writhe, pulsating as the man let a sharp wet hiss… Homelander filled him, resting his forehead against Ashley’s back as he felt the soft insides. Butcher was divine so warm and soft, so forbidden, so perfect.

Here he was fucking him as he gasped and croon into Ashley, his body assaulted from both ends, glad he couldn’t see the man fucking him so roughly and deeply, glad he couldn’t see the man making him feel so good.

It must be some divine joke that this bastard would have no issue turning him into a woman, if he had wanted him from the get go.

He sped up, knowing his cock had gotten thicker, he was about to finish.

Ashley was screaming behind her hands, not wanting to wake up her kid, but Butcher was eating her better than any of those Spaniards ever did.

“Turn around Ashley!” Homelander growled, his voice hiding the desperation in his heart.

She didn’t hesitate, and before she could say a word there he was– her personal demon kissing her fiercely, pumping his hips and handling Butcher like a pocket pussy, lifting his legs into his shoulder to hit his prostate spot on with every rough trust, as he kissed her he melted into her. Fuck he loved kissing, his whole body twitching as her tongue made a home in his lips, somehow she had gained the confidence to pull at him, to demand him to kiss her harshly moaning as Butcher had his fill with her pussy, sucking her lips, and pulling on the folds, as Homelander squeezed at her breast and twisted her nipples just hard enought to make her squeal and squeeze at Butcher’s tongue.

Dangling by Homelander’s shoulders as he kissed her, drowning in his taste, leaving Butcher further and further behind, pulsing lips taking a breather, sore and raw, but William doesn’t want to stop… so his hand chases after her, fucking her selfishy.

Homelander had slowed down giving his lover slow and deep trust, making sure to fill him to the brim as the two sudden lovers turned selfish too, above him.

She looked down seeing the bouncing twitching cock leaking all over his stomach.

“I have an idea…” she whispers, leaning into the blond’s ear away from Butcher.

He lowers the leg, manhandling Butcher with a glint in his eyes as he helps Ashley, taking the older man into the edge of the bed, he grins making sure to never let Butcher free, her sopping pussy kisses the tip of Butcher’s cock, the man whines biting his lip squeezing at the sheets as she drops and takes him effortlessly, sheathing him with her wet warmth that he had worked so hard to give her, she’s gasping into Homelander’s ear as the man pulls her by the neck.

Biting into the flesh sucking at her pale skin, leaving a trail of hickeys to mark her with, letting Butcher know this was also his.

Butcher saw white as both ends of him were tormented with pleasure, sweating profusely and ready to cum.

He let out a loud grunt as his body lost the battle.

Crying as his cock was squeezed and Homelander's thick cock kept pumping, Homelander wrapped his arms around Ashley as he cummed feeling Butcher tightening around him so suddenly, breathless as he rolled his hips deeper wanting to mark Butcher the same way he had marked his loyal plaything.

Curving her hips as she rode her orgasm, a dazed smile crossed her lips as Homelander kissed her so lovingly, as his hands eager to explore her curves, giggling as Butcher lifted himself to kiss her body the moment Homelander pulled out.

Feeling the warmth enveloping from inside and out.

“My turn…” He mumbles into her chest and Homelander catches it, unable to control his amusement– get in the bed you cunt.”

Homelander jumped into the bed, his knees a little weak at first.

Ashley almost falling into the ground as Butcher gets her off of him, he was eager to fuck Homelander, staring with her mouth dropped as Butcher took one look at the younger man and took a dildo from the spread, giving it a few licks.

He took the head of the pink toy towards the Supe’s mouth.

“Make it nice and wet for daddy because that’s all you’re gonna get from me.” His voice so low and guttural.

Homelander doesn’t hesitate taking the toy into his mouth, spooking the older man by his eagerness.

Watching him as he hollows his cheeks, watching him attentively as his tongue brushes his fingers, licking every nook with such technique Butcher almost threw the toy aside and shoved his cock into those thin lips, his free hand pulling at Homelander’s nipple, delighted to hear the man moan loudly as he pulled at the sensitive nub.

Homelander took the toy out with a wet pop, his hand already looking for the real thing.

“I rather have this” he stroked him– let me see what made my Ashley betray me.”

“Oh you’ll see.” That was more threat than flirt she noted.

Butcher wanted to record this for prosterity, the sight of his blue eyes rolling back into his skull as he fucked his mouth thoroughly, pre cum and spit bubbling in the corners of his lips, old cum spilling from his nose, and lose pubes stuck to his face, but Butcher didn’t allow him to stop sucking him, always reaching the throat, glad to feel it tightened around him, glad to see his hands wanting freedom but those glazed eyes were too good to watch.

Wanting to always have this image of Homelander playing with his nipples, pulling on them until they were pink and puffy, and crying as Ashley gave him a lazy blow-job, glad to see the twitching cock begging for more friction and kisses.

The sight of the most loved man in America, covered in cum, all flushed and needy, his hair just a complete mess– that made this whole ordeal worth it for Butcher and Ashley.

Homelander was pinned to the bed, his body shuddering, he whimpered as the two bastards teamed up against him, it had been an experiment, dragging his nails on his back as he fucked him with the vibrating toy, Homelander flounder, biting on the sheets as Butcher teased his sensitive skin.

He had been foolish to undress, to expose himself, Butcher had thought it was a powerplay, to make himself appear harmless and approachable, to make Butcher comfortable with the idea of fucking him… and it probably was but now Homelander wished he would stop, that they both would stop, the moment she touched his sides he was begging her to stop, but Butcher wouldn’t let her, licking his chest, and sucking on his nipple rolling her tongue on the swollen nub.

His skin prickly and hot and the light in his eyes blinking back and forth as Butcher pressed another toy into his entrance as his chapped hand massaged his member, he clung to Ashley as she came up to kiss him, as Butcher teased him more and more, as he grazed his skin with those jagged nails.

“Just fuck me please!!” He begged.

His skin had betrayed him, punishing him for taking the suit off, for being so bold.

Butcher grinned licking his lips, watching the tears building in the corners of his eyes, the unbelievable sight of Homelander fucking himself on those toys but wanting more, Ashley looked back at Butcher feeling sorry for the blond, and eager to see this play out.

“I guess I am soft.”

He took the toys out, watching it gape and beg for him, Butcher gave himself a couple strokes.

And the man almost cried when he finally felt Butcher inside him.

Butcher was rough. squeezing at him, slapping his ass, pushing him down and lifting him.

If he slowed down Homelander would roll his hips back at him, biting down on his arm, staining the sheets with his blood as Butcher marked him.

The sound filled the room as Butcher pounded him. 

The two had been so consumed with each other that Butcher had ignored the other person in the room, surprised when Ashley came behind him, teasing the wet entrance with her perfectly manicured fingers.

“Let me help you out, baby.”

Butcher felt the tip of something big pressing against him.

A nervous smile crossed his lips, and all he could do was adjust the position.

Guess he couldn’t complain about being too spoiled.

Homelander grinding himself in the front, kissing Butcher, his hand pulling on the older man drowning on his tongue, it didn’t matter if it was Butcher or anyone else, he wanted to feel loved no matter how twisted it was, no matter if Ashley helped the gentleman keep up.

Butcher gave up.

Relenting to the pair.

Never did he imagine he would be so drunk on Homelander, unable to stop himself from biting and licking at the man’s neck, letting him crook his neck in every angle he could to get a taste of the older man, he tasted so clean– only now had he began to sweat, even the rare salt tasted sweet, looking at his enemy reduced to nothing but a man controlled by nothing but hunger, his hair messy and stuck to his forehead, his eyes glowing back and forth but so loving and sweet, this was somebody else’s wearing an enemy’s face, now there was some meek man looking at him with pure adoration.

This must've been a taste of heaven, Homelander thought.

Feeling Ashley, tug and pull at Butcher's hair, squeezing his sides and biting whenever, she was mad with power as she fucked him harder than her hips would prefer, but she wouldnt slow down no matter how much pain it caused, not when she was so close to the edge, when her pussy was squeezing so hard.

Billy cursed falling into the crook of John's neck.

“Please cum inside me” Homelander cried into Butcher’s ear.

Butcher let the pleasure take the lead, let Ashley fuck him into her orgasm and let Homelander wrung him dry.

William melted into the blond’s arms, melted into their kiss as his cock charged into him– filling him with his thick hot seed, Homelander could feel his cum travel inside, coating him, feeling his feeble attempts to breed him, glad it was Butcher doing this so boldly.

Ashley cursed behind his back, dropping behind him satiated and exhausted, enjoying the heat coming from Butcher’s, listening to his heartbeat, swayed by his breathing.

The woman took it out, falling to his side looking genuinely happy with her life.

Shifting closer wanting to stay warm, Homelander stretched his arm offering her space, as Butcher took to one side.

She took her place by his side, the man was a hot water bottle in winter, perfect for any cold night, at this moment with his messy hair and his tired eyes this wasn’t her terrifying boss… this was just a hot guy she worked for. 

“Give me a minute before it’s your turn,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

“I’m too old for this, you two have fun.” Butcher spoke too exhausted to move from the spot, his hips painfully sore.

Homelander could only offer a placid smile.

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry about your hips… daddy.” he said with a short laugh.

Butcher would’ve loved to rest, to fall asleep and begin his plan but those two had too much pent-up bullshit to deal with.

Ashley seemed over the moon as the supe showed her what it was like to fuck the world’s strongest and fastest man, drooling as he fucked her and stuffed her spare empty hole with one of her toys, pulling on the toy as he trusted inside her with his actual being, being stuffed so compeltely by his cum and her toys she wanted to be left empty... Homelander wanted one thing and that was for this woman to understand that she was owned.

Fighting the exhaustion drifting in and out of consciousness, Butcher would wake to his penis being kissed and licked, Homelander sucking with gentle force, wafting in the flavor, savoring his precum and his own leftover taste, his hand pulled harshly on the scalp letting himself be lost in the feeling, enjoying the long wet tongue exploring William as the redhead joining him seconds later.

There wouldn’t be an inch the two weren’t enjoying.

In a lost second Homelander would mount him, fucking himself as Ashley squeezed at his chest and grazed her teeth on his shoulders.

He could only smirk at the sight of Homelander… at the drool on his chin, and his lost stare.

He could only smirk as the man felt forward covering them both with holy milk, as Butcher’s seed was cleaned out of him by her tongue.

The night became too heavy for the trio.

Butcher had only one thought in his mind but as Homelander nuzzled his side, wanting to feel him as he slept, as Ashley wrapped herself from behind him, Butcher postponed his plans… just for a night.

One night wouldn’t hurt.

By morning they all would realize the enormity of what they had done… the magnanimity of their actions, he thought.

Instead…

There she was cooing, looking refreshed and delighted, she shushed at Butcher as he woke up groggy and sore, the man looked down gaining awareness, remembering what had transpired.

One look and he was more than just awake and sober.

Homelander latched on her breast, sucking shamelessly, suthering as she caressed his ear, his other hand softly massaging his free breast, well aware of the milk spilling as he gave light squeezes.

Bliss.

That’s all he could feel, the taste all consuming, all divine, his body reborn as he enjoyed the taste of her, Ashley had only done so by accident, joking as he stared at the milk he had accidentally managed to squeeze out from her moments before while titty fucking, he had come and almost passed out to the sight of his cock covered in milk, coming so hard he had cringed and cried for how good he felt-- instead of runnign away Ashley hadn’t hesitated to showered him with affections as she moved upwards... offering him what he had dreamed off...as his tongue took the soft pink nipple into his mouth, he smiled.

Quivering as he took those first few gulps, as he squeezed her nipple with his tongue and found gold.

Wanting more and Ashley was glad to provide.

This was all he had ever hoped for… feeling the swollen bud on his lips… savoring every drop as the woman cooed and caressed him with all the loving tenderness she reserved for her child just now lended to him, seeing him like this brought an euphoria unlike anything before, seeing him so small and needy, whining as she adjusted herself to help him feed, seeing his nose nuzzle and press on her chest as he seeked her out… to know she could exert so much power over him with just a simple action, was a rush.

Homelander was in heaven squeezed between the two lovers, Butcher smirking to himself as he squeezed the man’s side, knowing he could use this ammo for the rest of his life.

Then the baby woke up.

Somehow it had slept peacefully the entire night, and Homelander could smell the reason for her interruption, he cried as she parted promising to come back, Butcher took to homelander mockingly offering his chest as a pacifier, staring at him with lost blue eyes before taking on the offer afraid that Butcher would change his mind.

He squeezed at those big beefy pecs seeking nourishment but finding nothing, Butcher drowning in the wanton of Homelander’s, how much the man wanted his mouth to be filled, sucking on fingers that dare try to part him from his comfort, it was strange but refreshingly good sensation for William.

Butcher would think about escaping another day… This was something he could use against him.

A trap designed by its victim, so he smiled and copied Ashley.

Homelander rested… happy, content, eager to wake up later, knowing that he had done a good job teaching them that they belonged to him.

#personal #cozy corner kinktober #homelander #billy butcher #ashley barrett #butchlander #homeash #AshButch? #ESL so sorry for grammar #this was longer than I expected but am really proud of how it turned out #homelander fanfiction #butchlander fanfiction

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🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞

Chapter 12

Tags: Mentions of surgery, mentions of parental death, mentions of death during childbirth

A/N: Ready to see what Jimin is up to?

Jungkook sat anxiously in the waiting room clutching Hobi’s hand like his life depended on it.

“He said it won’t hurt, right? That I’ll be asleep and when I wake up it’ll be over and I might be a little sore, but not like when I miscarried…” he said.

“Breathe Kookie,” Hobi told him. He’d bestowed the nickname on him a week or so before. “It’ll be over before you know it.”

“I wish Tae were here,” he said.

“I know, but he had to work and this was the earliest appointment he could get you,” Hobi replied.

“They’re gonna stick me with needles, aren’t they?” Kookie asked.

“Tae made it very clear that you needed the mask and only use needles when they knew you were out,” Hobi assured him. “Tae can be very persuasive when he wants to be.”

“Why isn’t Yoongi here?” Kookie asked.

“I’m pretty sure we’ll never get Yoongi in a hospital again unless he’s dying and even then I’m not sure he’d agree to it. I know Jin is enjoying the pool and they're commiserating over being pregnant,” Hobi said. “Or chasing a toddler.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever want to be pregnant,” Kookie said. “It was something they made us do.” He had the same scars on his wrists that Yoongi did, but his were much more faint. He didn’t have scars on his ankles like Yoongi did.

“I never thought I’d be mated with a pup on the way,” Hobi smiled.

“Why would you keep it?” Kookie asked.

“Keep what?” Hobi replied.

“A pup that isn’t yours? Don’t Alphas reject pups that aren’t theirs?” the younger boy asked.

“That pup is as much mine and Yoongi is my mate. It may not have my DNA, but that doesn’t mean I can’t love it and take care of it. Not all Alphas are mindless brutes,” Hobi ruffled Kookie’s hair. He’d come to view him as much as of a little brother as his own brother.

“Namjoon isn’t,” Kookie said.

“Exactly,” Hobi agreed.

A nurse came out.

“We’re ready for you,” she said. Kookie looked at Hobi.

“I’ll be right here when you’re done,” he squeezed Kookie’s hand.

“We’ll take good care of him. Your brother left very strict instructions,” she nodded to Hobi.

“Doesn’t surprise me in the least,” Hobi replied. Kookie reluctantly got up and followed the nurse. Hobi gave him an encouraging nod. He took out his phone and texted Tae.

Just went in.

Tae: Jen came & got him?

Hobi: Yup.

Tae: Good. She’ll make sure they do it right.

Hobi: Shouldn’t your phone be in your locker?

Tae: Not when my mate is having surgery it isn’t.

Hobi: !!!!!! WHAT?!

Tae: Meant to tell you this morning, but he was so nervous I was trying to keep him calm. Two nights ago.

Hobi: I knew you 2 stank, but mated??? I’m kicking your ass for not telling me when we get home.

Tae: At least you know he’s not pregnant.

Hobi: Still kicking your ass.

Tae: Love you too, bro.

Hobi: Whatever

Hobi was dying to tell Yoongi, but he knew that he was probably nowhere near his phone. He wasn’t used to having one, so he was constantly leaving it in random places. If Jin was there along with Jisoo, then he definitely didn’t have time to talk. So Hobi was stuck sitting there knowing that his brother had mated and told him via text message. What was next? Announcing he was going to be an uncle via text when it happened? Hobi wished Yoongi were there so he’d at least have someone to talk to.

Yoongi was a hair over 8 months now. It was impossible to tell he’d started out with a high risk runt. He looked like a normal pregnant Omega with a normal healthy pup just waiting to make its entrance. Hobi couldn’t believe how fast 5 months had gone by. He remembered that storm like it was yesterday. How light Yoongi was in his arms. How terrified Yoongi was of both of them. Hobi remembered how it felt natural to groom him as Tae checked himand discovered the pup. Hobi had never wanted to mate or breed. After their parents died, Hobi and Tae closed themselves off. Hobi stuck to taking care of animals and Tae went to work, came home, watched TV, and went to bed. Their parents had never pressured them into mating or breeding, but they were reaching an age where people started to ask why they hadn’t yet. “Especially good looking Alphas like you two”. Losing their parents had broken a part of both of them, but in different places. Yoongi had somehow helped heal the break in Hobi. Kookie was healing the break in Tae. Maybe Hobi needed more than just animals to care for in his life. Hobi had never put much stock in the idea of soulmates because he always considered himself a realist. Yoongi and the pup had forced him to reconsider that. He’d been forced to reconsider a lot in a short amount of time.

“We’re done,” Jen came out into the waiting room. “He’s pretty unsteady on his feet. I’m going to send his pain medication back with Tae.”

“I can carry him to the car. I’ve been hefting around a pregnant Omega for months,” Hobi smiled.

“I heard. Congratulations,” she replied.

“Thank you. Now we’re on pup watch,” Hobi told her.

“That’s the worst part. Both of mine showed up on time, but my sister’s were early. A whole litter on the first go,” she said.

“Oof,” Hobi said.

“Needless to say, they’re done having pups. You can come back and get him,” she said.

She led him back to the recovery area. Kookie was asleep.

“Try to get under his knees as much as possible,” she said. Hobi picked him up and Kookie rolled his head over to look at him.

“Tae?”

“Sorry to disappoint. You got the other brother. Let’s get you back and tucked in bed,” Hobi said.

Jen helped them out to the car and put the padding on the seatbelt over his abdomen. Kookie dozed most of the way home. Jin’s car was gone by the time they got there. Yoongi looked slightly traumatized when he opened the door.

“Let me get him up and in bed. Then I have news,” Hobi told him.

“Okay,” Yoongi said.

“Are you okay?” Hobi asked.

“Just get him in bed,” Yoongi insisted.

Yoongi was sitting on the couch trying to control his breathing when Hobi came back down.

“Honey, you really don’t look good. Is something wrong with the pup?” Hobi sat next to him.

“No, just seeing you carry him in like that. I know he was asleep, but sometimes Omegas...wouldn’t make it. They wouldn’t have the decency to carry them out back or out of our sight. It was like they were warning us,” Yoongi swallowed hard. Hobi hugged him as tight to his chest as he could.

“He’s absolutely fine. You can go see him if you want. He’s just still a little out of it from the anesthesia. The nurse said he did great. I haven’t even gotten to tell you the news,” Hobi said.

“What news?” Yoongi asked.

“Well my stupid brother told me through text message, but they mated 2 nights ago. He was going to tell us, but Kookie was so anxious this morning that he didn’t,” Hobi told him. Yoongi started to tear up. “Please tell me you’re happy?”

“I am. I really am. Stupid pregnancy hormones,” he laughed a little as he wiped his eyes. “I suspected it, but I didn’t want to say anything. I didn’t want Kookie to be uncomfortable.”

Before Hobi could say anything else, he heard the front door slam. Tae poked his head in the living room.

“Hi, bye,” he said.

Hobi helped Yoongi up.

“Not so fast, little brother,” Hobi said.

“But I have to go check on Kookie,” Tae insisted.

“Can you spare 2 minutes for the poor pregnant Omega to congratulate you?” Hobi said.

“Gonna play that card, huh?” Tae asked.

“Yup,” Hobi grinned.

“Congratulations, Tae. I’m very happy for you both. I know how good it feels to finally feel secure,” Yoongi told him. “I’m sure Kookie does, too.”

“I took good care of you long before I mated you up,” Hobi put his arms around Yoongi’s belly and kissed the side of his head.

“I know, but when you’ve been through what we’ve been through, part of you doesn’t really believe it until you have the mark to prove it,” Yoongi told him.

“Go check on your mate now,” Hobi said.

“Thank you,” Tae zipped out of the room faster than Hobi had seen him move in months.

“Did you really need the mark to feel secure?” Hobi asked.

“The feral part of me did. The logical part of me knew you’d never leave me or the pup. The other part of me refused to feel fully secure until I had your mark,” Yoongi explained. “I was used and abused by Alphas for 8 years. Even the good ones, the ones who were there because they actually wanted pups, knotted me without my permission.”

“So are you saying that Jin and Namjoon…?” Hobi started.

“I don’t know what happened between them at first. I know Jin cared about him and eventually loved him. I know Namjoon loves Jin. I only know what happened to me, Hobi. Please don’t think that Namjoon ever hurt or coerced Jin and go after him for it,” Yoongi turned around to look at him. “Promise me you won’t.”

“I won’t,” Hobi replied.

“Thank you,” Yoongi kissed him. “Should we go spy on the new mates?”

“I think we should,” Hobi grinned. They went upstairs and heard them talking when they got to Tae’s door.

“You should’ve told them in person,” Kookie still sounded groggy.

“I know, but I was worried about you this morning. I wanted to make sure that you were okay,” Tae replied.

“I’m sore,” Kookie said.

“That’s normal,” Tae reassured.

“How long until…?” Kookie asked.

“Your follow up appointment is next week. We can find out then,” Tae told him.

“We have to wait that long?” Kookie asked.

“Yes,” Tae replied in his nurse voice.

“Fine,” Kookie grumbled.

“I suppose I should be flattered that such a handsome Omega doesn’t want to keep his hands off me,” Hobi couldn’t see Tae’s face, but he knew that he was smiling.

“And wants to have your pups,” Kookie added.

“That too,” Tae agreed.

“I swore to myself that I’d never get pregnant again. Then I saw Yoongi and how happy he is with Hobi. I want pups of my own someday. If Yoongi can be happy, then all of us have some hope,” Kookie said.

“That’s enough,” Yoongi whispered to Hobi and pulled him back. Hobi didn’t argue as Yoongi worked his way back down the stairs.

“I don’t think I need to ask, do I?” Hobi said when they got back to their room. Yoongi shook his head.

“I was the one everybody knew. I was the one they kept in a cage. I was the one they did the bare minimum for to keep me healthy when I was pregnant. I was their conundrum. I was the beautiful fair skinned Omega who had perfectly predictable heat cycles, but I was also a black market Alpha kink’s dream. What to do? The kinky ones paid more and they gave my pups to the ones that didn’t take. They’d turned me into a monster by the time I escaped. I didn’t care if I lived or died once I got out. I only cared that he could never use me again,” Tears were streaming down Yoongi’s face.

“Who is he, Yoongi?” Hobi asked.

“What?” Yoongi looked at him.

“This is the first time you’ve said him instead of them,” Hobi said.

“His name is Jimin. Park Jimin. He owns the farm,” Yoongi replied. “You’ll never find him. He doesn’t want to be found.”

“I found you in a storm in the middle of the night. I can find the one who did this to you,” Hobi told him.

“Just let me heal, Hobi. Let me have this pup & let us be a family. Please?” Yoongi pleaded.

Hobi had a million questions and a million arguments running through his head. What about the other Breeders? Didn’t Yoongi care about them? What if he got Namjoon’s help now that he had a name? Hobi knew in his gut that wasn’t that Yoongi didn’t care. He did, but the only people he could care about were Hobi, Tae, Kookie, Jin, Namjoon, Jisoo, and 3 unborn pups. Hobi had to be okay with that for now.

“Let’s go to bed,” Hobi said. “You look tired.”

“I like that idea,” Yoongi agreed. Hobi put his hand on Yoongi’s belly.

“I love you and our pup. I’m ready to be a family, too,” Hobi told him.

“Thank you,” Yoongi wiped his eyes and they got ready for bed.

#minors dni #bts sope #bts taekook #bts fanfic #omegaverse

[saintsir4n]

EPILOGUE

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF WAR, DEATH AND DEPRESSION

1918

ARMISTICE.

The war had finished.

Four years of bloodshed and treachery, lies and survival, broken promises and death.

Within those four years, a lot had changed for the people of Small Heath.

In the second month of nineteen fifteen, Eden Dawkins gave birth to a little girl, Inara Nadine Shelby. Her teal blue eyes were the first thing everyone recognised, bright little things that followed you around the room, just like her father's, but she'd gotten her bronze complexion from her mother, as well as her dark kinky locks. When she gave birth in the Vardo, Polly was quick to spread the word, writing to her nephew, who had already sent a letter about a name suggestion, Nadine, a French name that meant hope, which they all needed. Hearing that his daughter was partially named after his mother, brought him to tears whilst covered in blood, sweat and mud. Inara had a beautiful meaning; heaven sent and after receiving a picture of his two girls, he placed it in his dog tags, kissing it every time he felt like life would leave his body and take him away.

Tommy addressed all the letters he sent to Eden as follows,

Eden Shelby 12 Watery Lane, Birmingham, B9 4HN.

But as the mud thickened and clung to him like a second skin, the letters gradually died down, but Eden didn't lose hope, she had to keep going, despite being a new mother, she helped care for Martha who had been pregnant at the same time as her and given birth to twin boys William and James two months after Inara. It was supposed to be a happy time, but the pregnancy took her life and broke the family, and if only that were the last of the deaths that would render them in such a way. John wasn't the same after he'd heard the news of his beloved wife, torn between injuring himself so he could be sent home to his kids or to continue to fight alongside his brothers.

He stayed, of course, fighting, digging and slashing enemies.

As the year first year of the war was drawing to an end, Eden slowly gave up on her dream of getting out of Birmingham. Her family needed her, both families. Although she and Dorris stayed in touch, even fulfilling their promise to bring little Inara to 'the poor man's heaven', they started to grow apart. Dorris wanted to move away, to London and finally got enough money to do so, she and her mother were planning on leaving in the new year.

Everyone thought the lads were going to come back when nineteen-sixteen came around, but that wasn't the case at all, they stayed fighting and Eden fell ill only for a month, bedridden and filling those around her with worry. Allegedly it had something to do with Inara's birth, the infection almost spread around her body, but her mother recognised the symptoms and caught it before it was too late. The young nurse wasn't drafted due to that. Being so close to death, Eden turned to god, finding religion again, believing it was the only thing she, her mother and Polly had to lean on.

Slowly she was back on her feet, typing away on her typewriter, in between Inara's feedings, spending time with her and also caring for the other new additions to the family.

The summer of that same year, The Lonely Stallion, by Adam Garden, was published, it was tough, but with Dorris' connections she got from starting her new life in London, it happened, Eden was an author, coming up in the ranks, just like Tommy was who became Sergeant Major.

Unfortunately, it wasn't much to celebrate, Tommy was getting dragged further into the mud and had to bear the weight of not only his best friend Freddie taking a bullet for him, but witnessing the death of Cecil Dawkins, his future father-in-law stunned him. Killed in action, those words shattered Celestine's heart and took a part of Eden's with it. The last letter that he wrote to his wife and daughter ended with a prayer, 'Give me strength and courage to keep moving forward, give me the strength to see my girls, especially little Inara.

Time moved on, but it took another life, Lorenzo Changretta was impaled by a bayonet, after pushing his brother Angel out of the way. Once word got back to Birmingham, Eden didn't really react, she couldn't if she did she wouldn't be able to function and after her father, she barely recovered, thinking about Enzo's lifeless body only motivated her to keep striving and not look back. She and Dorris didn't speak much after that, the latter only sent gifts to her goddaughter during the holidays but that was it.

Due to a new regime called 'daylight savings' being implemented, days were longer, which meant the grief process clung to everyone like a bad smell.

Inara Shelby began talking in broken sentences in the year nineteen seventeen, asking who the man in the pictures was, that's daddy, Eden told her and broke down in tears when her daughter called out for him at night. Despite the success of her book, she felt a disconnect, her father, her best friend and her Tommy hadn't returned, and some never would. Eden didn't receive a lot of royalties for the success of the book, partially because it would be impossible for her to collect them in person, so she sent the trusted surrogate uncle for the Shelby family to get them, much to his discontent. She donated some of the money to the Shelby betting shop and the rest to her mother.

Reaching nineteen-eighteen was gruelling and tough, but Eden got there. Every day she would wake up afraid to receive a letter that someone else had been killed in action, but fortunately, none came. The four years since the war started had shown on Isaiah and Finn, who'd grown up quickly. They understood death despite their young age and always stuck together, even helping care for the youngest members of the family. Ada felt lucky, that although part of her family was torn, they were alive, or at least that's what she hoped, she went to church alongside Eden, Celestine and Polly and on the side helped other families that were struggling, all while the betting shop had sustained.

The women ruled the empire equally and fairly, when Eden wasn't working or raising her daughter she was at the betting shop, helping Polly with whatever. She wasn't the best at numbers but she got better, better at a lot of things actually. Multitasking became one of her strong suits and it had to be when raising a Shelby. Soon they managed to purchase a car, it was beaten up, but it was easily mended, after she knew what needed to be fixed and being the daughter of a carpenter, her father used to tell her about the best auto shops.

Inara never stayed in one space, always wanting to explore and run around, so every week, they brought her to Charlie Strong's yard, where she watched him with all the horses, round them up and even wanting to help. Since he didn't have the Curly there, Charlie occasionally let little Inara feed the horses, seeing Tommy in the young girl was unsettling for him, nevertheless, being the man he was -- a man of very few words, when he talked, she listened, which came as a shock, because the troublemaker barely listened to anyone, if it wasn't her mum or aunts. Shadow also took to her like he knew that she was part Tommy.

"'Nara!" Eden called her daughter's name from the bathroom.

Today was the day they'd be coming home.

Polly instructed, coming up the stairs,  "Eden it's time, they're comin' home, get your things, your mum is downstairs with Isaiah, I'll round up the rest of the kids, you get the little troublemaker."

Eden didn't know what to feel, excitement? Sorrow? Joy? Everything was all over the place, not everyone they'd waved away would be returning.

She and Polly grew far closer over the years, leaning on each other when times got rough and boy did they.

Turning around, Polly banged on her niece's door, "Ada c'mon! It's only your brothers who you 'aven't seen in years."

"Give me a second!" the Shelby woman shouted from her room.

"Nara!" Eden left the bathroom and opened Tommy's bedroom, seeing her daughter rise from the floor after playing on her stomach.

Pale blue eyes met hers, and along with it was a bright smile, the little girl had two bows at the end of her corn rows and a red dress Polly made flowed from her frame.

"Yes, mummy? I was playin' with Dolly," the three-year-old beamed, holding up the doll her grandfather bought for her all those years ago, it was a toy horse, soft and fluffy that Inara hadn't let go of since it was placed in her crib.

Kneeling down she tickled her daughter's sides, the giggle and squeal that fell from the girl's lips put a smile on Eden's face. Anything her daughter did made her proud, even recently, she'd been listening in conversation that Isaiah and Finn were having about spelling and the three-old girl somewhat caught on.

"We're goin' on a little trip to the station, where we'll meet your uncles and daddy," she told Inara, whose eyes doubled in size.

"Meetin' Daddy?" Inara's accent was almost as thick as hers.

Celestine always told Eden how much Inara was a replica of her, despite the blue eyes, Inara had beauty spots on her face matching Eden's which no one could ignore.

"Yes, we are" Eden nodded, matching her daughter's excitement.

"Will he like me?" the question had them both frowning.

Inara only saw Tommy in pictures and heard about him in stories, just like cousins with John. it was weird, she felt connected to her father, but also worried he wouldn't like her.

"He'll love you, sweetie," Eden was certain of it.

Inara continued with her questioning as she fidgeted with her toy, "Is he the same as before he left, will he play with my dollies, like Katie, Billy and Jamie?" she referred to her cousins using their nicknames, preferring to pronounce them than William and James.

Eden harshly gulped at the thought, they won't be the same, no one will be, "I don't know if he's the same, but we'll find out soon and you can ask 'im to play with you, and he'll say yes and if he doesn't, y'know what to do?"

Inara quickly pouted and fluttered her eyelashes, a trick that Eden taught her, but regretted whenever it was used against her.

"Good girl," Eden praised, standing up and opening up the closet.

"'Ave you got your neck...nex...lace?" Inara managed to say as Eden turned to show it off with a grin.

"My necklace and I do, smart girl," Eden grabbed her daughter's coat. November weather was brutal and she didn't want her daughter to catch a cold.

"We leave now?" Inara asked after they both had their coats on.

"Yes, my girl," Eden responded, "your cousins are downstairs waitin', with Aunt Pol, Ada and Granny Cece."

"Well come on," she grabbed her mother's hand, much to her amusement, "let's see Daddy."

And off they all went with a sense of dread and joy in their step. I'll be back for Christmas. Lie, I won't be gone for long. Lie. I'll come back to you...so many promises were broken.

As they all reached the station, Eden muttered to herself, words that weren't heard amongst the crowd of people rushing to reunite with their loved ones.

"We better meet again Thomas Shelby or so help me God."

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a/n:

ridley asha bateman as 𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗯𝘆

sorry i killed off cecil and enzo, loved writing them, but they will be missed. many things happened through those four years, even figuring out how to add small details was bittersweet as i really loved writing this book. it's sad how many people changed and never reverted back to their old selves, mainly because they couldn't and had no support, especially if they were poor.

the book that eden wrote was basically a parody of the peaky blinders plot and since there were very few men she trusted with the information of her writer's name, she made sure that charlie strong (i didn't know whether or not he went to war, but's indicated that curly might've) retreaved her royalies, despite it being very little money, however it put her 'name' out there.

the bonus chapter I'll publish will be the reunion between tommy, inara and eden, it'll be short but sweet. hope you enjoy and please comment and vote.

#wattpad #fanfic #black reader #black girl #edendawkins #tommy and eden #tommyshelby and edendawkins #tommyshelby story #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x black reader #1918 #the greatwar #peakyblinders fic

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

The Widow's Mite

1 He looked up and saw rich people putting their contributions into the Temple treasury. 2 He also saw an impoverished widow putting in two tiny copper coins.

3 ‘I’m telling you the truth,’ he said. ‘This poor widow has put in more than all of them. 4 They all contributed into the collection out of their plenty, but she contributed out of her poverty, and gave her whole livelihood.’

Signs of the End

5 Some people were talking about the Temple, saying how wonderfully it was decorated, with its beautiful stones and dedicated gifts.

‘Yes,’ said Jesus; 6 ‘but the days will come when everything you see will be torn down. Not one stone will be left standing on another.’

7 ‘Teacher,’ they asked him, ‘when will these things happen? What will be the sign that it’s all about to take place?’

8 ‘Watch out that nobody deceives you,’ said Jesus. ‘Yes: lots of people will come using my name, saying “I’m the one!” and “The time has come!” Don’t go following them. 9 When you hear about wars and rebellions, don’t be alarmed. These things have to happen first, but the end won’t come at once.

10 ‘One nation will rise against another,’ he went on, ‘and one kingdom against another. 11 There will be huge earthquakes, famines and plagues in various places, terrifying omens, and great signs from heaven.

12 ‘Before all this happens they will lay hands on you and persecute you. They will hand you over to the synagogues and prisons. They will drag you before kings and governors because of my name. 13 That will become an opportunity for you to tell your story. 14 So settle it in your hearts not to work out beforehand what tale to tell; 15 I’ll give you a mouth and wisdom, which none of your opponents will be able to resist or contradict.

16 ‘You will be betrayed by parents, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, and they will kill some of you. 17 You will be hated by everyone because of my name. 18 But no hair of your head will be lost. 19 The way to keep your lives is to be patient.’

The Distress of Jerusalem Predicted

20 ‘But,’ continued Jesus, ‘when you see Jerusalem surrounded by armies, then you will know that her time of desolation has arrived. 21 Then people in Judaea should run off to the hills, people in Jerusalem itself should get out as fast as they can, and people in the countryside shouldn’t go back into the city. 22 Those will be the days of severe judgment, which will fulfil all the biblical warnings. 23 Woe betide pregnant women, and nursing mothers, in those days! There is going to be huge distress on the earth, and divine anger against this people. 24 The hungry sword will eat them up; they will be taken off as prisoners to every nation; and Jerusalem will be trampled by the pagans, until the times of the pagans are done.

25 ‘There will be signs in the sun, the moon and the stars. On earth the nations will be in distress and confusion because of the roaring and swelling of the sea and its waves. 26 People will faint from fear, and from imagining all that’s going to happen to the world. The powers of the heavens will be shaken. 27 Then they will see “the son of man coming on a cloud” with power and great majesty. 28 When all these things start to happen, stand up and lift up your heads, because the time has come for you to be redeemed.’

29 He told them this parable. ‘Look at the fig tree and all the trees. 30 When they are well into leaf, you can see for yourselves and know that summer is upon you. 31 In the same way, when you see all these things happening, you will know that God’s kingdom is upon you. 32 I’m telling you the truth; this generation won’t be gone before all of this happens. 33 Heaven and earth may disappear, but these words of mine won’t disappear.’

Watching for the Son of Man

34 ‘So watch out for yourselves,’ said Jesus, ‘that your hearts may not grow heavy with dissipation and drunkenness and the cares of this life, so that that day comes upon you suddenly, 35 like a trap. It will come, you see, on everyone who lives on the face of the earth. 36 Keep awake at all times, praying that you may have strength to escape all these things that will happen, and to stand before the son of man.’

37 Jesus was teaching in the Temple by day, but at night he went out and stayed in the place called the Mount of Olives. 38 And from early morning all the people flocked to him in the Temple, to hear him. — Luke 21 | New Testament for Everyone (NTE) The New Testament for Everyone copyright © Nicholas Thomas Wright 2011. Cross References: Genesis 19:32; Genesis 34:26; Exodus 4:12; 1 Samuel 14:45; 2 Kings 12:9; Psalm 119:152; Ecclesiastes 9:12; Isaiah 5:30; Isaiah 63:4; Ezekiel 32:7; Daniel 7:13; Daniel 8:19; Daniel 9:27; Joel 2:30; Matthew 2:1; Matthew 3:2; Matthew 8:20; Matthew 10:21-22; Matthew 21:1; Matthew 21:19; Matthew 24:1; Mark 12:42; Mark 12:44; Mark 13:11; Luke 12:12; Luke 13:11; Luke 17:23; Luke 19:44; John 8:2; John 15:21; Romans 2:7; 2 Corinthians 8:12; 2 Corinthians 13:5; Philippians 1:12

#Jesus #prophecy #The Widow's Mite #temple destruction #persecution #lesson of the fig tree #second coming #signs #rumors of wars #destruction of Jerusalem #mindfulness #Luke 21 #Gospel of Luke #New Testament #NTE #New Testament for Everyone #Holy Bible

[annaphoenix1994]

Michael Brings Your Daughter to Work to Visit You

Reader x 2018 Michael Myers

*Sorry, I love Peepaw Myers with all my heart and even though OG and RZ have a special place in my heart, Peepaw overtakes it. ❤️*

You had been having a rough day at work. You had been running late and got stuck by a crossing train, causing you to be ten minutes late to your job.

You hated being late, especially if it was for a new job.

What was funny was that you were a minute late the day before due to school traffic, so you left home ten minutes earlier to take a long route to bypass the school zones.

That was until an idle train sat at the crossing, dividing you from your place of work. The only other way around being two miles away and through the west end of town, sure to hit traffic yet again as well as other traffic lights.

Having no time to text Michael to let him know you made it to work OK, you rushed inside to clock in, getting straight to work in hopes of making up for lost time.

And yes, Michael hasn’t destroyed the phone you gave him to keep in contact with him throughout the day.

And no, he doesn’t like the little device, but if it keeps in touch with you when you’re not around, he’s not complaining.

However, it made you laugh when he would randomly text you a letter because he doesn’t know how texting works.

But by golly he could send photos of what he was doing when you asked. Nine times out of ten it would be a picture of what he was working on.

And no, he’d never take or send you a selfie. Although the thought is nice.

It was like passing a Judicial Bill to get him to take a photo with you at family events.

He really liked to take things apart and put them back together.

Although you’d think he likes to make weapons…

You had just returned to work after maternity leave, frustrated that you couldn’t get back on a normal sleeping routine due to the long break.

It was late Fall and freezing temperatures began to present as the days went on.

Even with no ice on the road, Michael worried about your commute every day and began to get nervous after not hearing from you for roughly an hour.

Sending you a text message first, he simply asked: “Did you make it to work okay?”

You had heard your phone go off, but couldn’t check it right away due to an early morning rush coming into the office - meaning that paperwork needed to be done by noon and finalized by three o’clock.

You worked as a receptionist for a veterinarian's office in the middle of town. You enjoyed it because you got to see different animals every day and every shift wasn’t the same. Although it did have the downside, which tugged at your heartstrings.

Working hastily, you had skipped your breakfast and was dying for noon, growing frustrated that your lunch break would take place at 12:30 instead of 12:00 due to a Friday morning rush.

With the time now being 12:15, you looked up to greet the next client after hearing the bell on the door ring. Smiling instantly at the little infant, you immediately recognized your daughter as Michael held her securely in his arms.

Unfortunately, Michael was not the true father of your little girl. However, he had saved you from a nasty and abusive situation while you were pregnant with her - the father, and your now ex-boyfriend, didn’t live to tell his side of the story.

You had known Michael for years prior, tending to him and many other patients at Smith’s Grove, serving as a nurse for nearly fifteen years before thinking you had settled down with the man of your dreams. However, it was not the case.

You were grateful that Michael accepted you even though you had another man’s child, but he took the child as his own to be a better father than your ex - and now dead - boyfriend would be.

Smiling at him, he returned the gesture and sat down in the waiting area, admiring your little girl as she was awake and aware of her surroundings, her big brown eyes looking at the dogs and lights in the waiting area.

Once you were dismissed from your break, you greeted him and your daughter with a smile, Michael bending down to level the baby to you as you kissed her temple, never getting tired of the “new baby” smell. “I definitely wasn’t expecting this. Thank you.” You smiled, greeting him with a kiss.

God, he smelled good.

“You look beautiful today.” He complimented, loving you in scrubs, especially the blue bottoms with the patterned top. He never got tired of it.

“Thank you. I can say the same about you,” You blushed. “What do you want for lunch today?”

“I brought you something. Figured you didn’t want to get stuck in traffic for a half hour.”

You smiled, nodding in agreement before Michael handed you the baby, exiting the building to retrieve the lunch he had brought you, which was your favorite lunch - leftovers from the supper before.

#michael myers #james jude courtney #h40michael #michaelmyers #og michael myers #peepaw myers

[theoddshq]

NERO COMMONHART (barry keoghan fc) the odds are in your favor! Please report to your nearest Capitol Agent to be prepped for the 74th Annual Hunger Games!

ooc

Alias/Age/Pronouns/Timezone: nikki/26/she/her/central

Triggers: [REDACTED]

If you had to describe your muse as a canon Hunger Games character, or mix, who would you compare them to and why? He’s like… Katniss mixed with Johanna? But like a weird little freak version? 

Anything else? I hope I get accepted!!!

basics

[BARRY KEOGHAN, CIS MAN, HE/HIM] The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes NERO COMMONHART, a DISTRICT 12 TRIBUTE. Word around The Capitol is that they’re OBSERVANT and HARD-WORKING but can also be VENGEFUL and UNCARING. According to sources, they’re 24 and were once described as the runt of the family, a constant reminder of pain, taking hits to feel something, dry humor, and dreams deferred. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!

biography

If he’d been born anywhere else, Nero’s life could’ve been completely different. Maybe he wouldn’t be here, at twenty-four, standing in front of his entire district with a black eye and permanent layer of soot under his nails, feeling certain this was the last time he’d hug his mother. She’d looked at him the same way since he was born– any maternal affection strained under a sheen of guilt, a twinge of grief that over the years wrinkled into the stubbornness of a hard-set jaw. This was the kind of face, Nero supposed, one could only find in the working districts, like 11 and 12. 

Sibylle and Evers Blackstone were like every other couple in District 12. They grew up together and had a brief courtship before they married; She was 16, he 17. At 18, Evers started working in the mines and newly-pregnant Sibylle gathered herbs and tended to her garden, creating a small harvest to sell and supplement their income. She gave birth to Mars in the summer, and he grew up to be the Blackstone family jewel, boisterous and strapping and admired. Diana came three years later and became Mother’s shadow, content to learn the soft parts of the earth. Life wasn’t perfect in District 12, but huddling together around the creaky kitchen table each night felt like enough.

When the warmth of family wasn’t enough to stave off the bitterness of a harsh existence and the daunting feeling that each of them were disposable in the long run… well, everyone had their ways of coping. Diana, the strongest in spirit of them all, favored wasting hours in midday with the schoolchildren, pretending for a while that she was one of them instead of a girl in the Seam, born to work. Mars quenched his need for adventure, for wide open spaces and possibility, in clandestine trips outside of the fence. The children knew better than to question Father on those days he came home reeking of the mines and a little something else, they knew not to ask about the way his big feet, once-graceful, tripped over the house’s uneven wooden slats. Sibylle, though, was an enigma. She would disappear for hours at a time once or twice a month, and aside from these vanishing acts, seemed perfectly content with her life.

They would later learn that Sibylle was making trips to see an old friend in town, Rian Commonhart. When Sibylle’s third child came out bearing Rian’s nose, it was impossible to deny the nature of their relationship. Hurt and embarrassed, Evers avoided his wife, electing to spend each evening at the tavern rather than watch her nurse another man’s son. Rumors say that this transgression ultimately led to Evers’ death six months later in a mining accident, people wondering if, perhaps, he wasn’t trying to escape something. Mars certainly agreed that it was Nero’s fault, and Diana was too shattered to make sense of it at all.

Nero grew up in this haze, with an inherent understanding that his very existence was a problem. He took his first steps while Mother watched lifelessly on from the table. Any attempt to engage with Mars and Diana were futile, so he was, in essence, an only child. He found solace in solitude and shadow, moving in silence and pilfering whatever he could get his hands on– books, tools, traps set in the woods. Nero took all of these things back to an abandoned mine shaft, the only place that felt like home. For the couple of years Nero had in school– age five to eleven– he stuck out like a sore thumb. He was hyperactive and talked to himself some, but was undeniably quick-witted. At his core, Nero knew he was smart, that maybe if he’d been born somewhere else he’d be an inventor or a writer.

But, he was wasted on 12, destined to be the recipient of his peers’ relentless need to ostracize and his brother’s neverending anger. Nero was smaller than the others his age, too, and certainly dwarfed in comparison to his step-brother, who not only had nine years on him but nearly a foot. Their fighting stayed verbal for a long time– anything from petty squabbles about who left the clothes on the line during the rain and blow-up fights about whether Nero should live with them or with his father, who hadn’t said more than ten words to him in ten years. 

Everything changed when Nero became a man. It felt like Mars had been saving up rage, tucking it away piece by piece and biding his time. Their first physical fight was the night of Nero’s thirteenth birthday. Out of her kindness, Diana had traded to get him a gift. A small, brass canary pin– a small token, but a sign that maybe he belonged here after all. When Mars learned that she’d entered her name in the reaping for this trinket, he was overcome with anger, sure that Nero had put her up to it, that Nero was conspiring to destroy the entire family from within. Mars quickly overpowered Nero, wailing on his face and his ribs and pinning him to the very same floorboards Mars’ father used to stumble across.

But every time, Nero got up, which only enraged Mars more. Nero learned that day that even if he wasn’t the strongest or the most skilled fighter, he could take a hit and get back up. The adrenaline rush was better than anything he’d felt– better than the whiskey he’d lifted from The Hob or the full, lazy feeling after an especially filling meal. He couldn’t get enough, and by the time he was fifteen, Nero had gone from using the old mine shaft for a hideout to hosting fights. There was no shortage of angry young men in 12, and it was an easy way to make a bit of income. Nero was never the best fighter, but his resilience became well-known among the regular crowd. Most saw the clandestine meetings as irresponsible at best and perverted at worst, and concerned parents and community members attempted to run Nero out of town on a handful of occasions– once because a fighter had lost hearing after being boxed repeatedly in an ear, another time because a particularly disgruntled fighter who remains unnamed traded his fists for a machete. 

It was the only place he belonged, and even there, it was predicated on not belonging– on the animalistic need to commit acts of raw violence or the twisted rush that came after a brush with death. They weren’t friends, any of them, more just strangers who shared a secret– but it was its own sort of release. Like everyone else, Nero began working in the mines at eighteen. With his first payment, Nero moved out of his mother’s house– far away from his brother, to a modest residence on the edge of town. His life of solitude wasn’t a good one, but it was his. At least, until his name was drawn out of a bowl at the front of town. 

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[nextinline-if]

Same anon about birthing.

I just wanted to add I'm an odd one out.

As a first time mother it was expected that labor would last for 12-19 hours. It can be longer, but usually now theyll step in and do C-Sections after a certain time. I did something called rapid dilating. Birthing is super cool but I agree it's scary lol.

I did something called rapid dilating so after I got induced I dilated SUPER quick. I got induced at 7am and had my baby at 10:55 am after only around 15-20 minutes of pushing. Some women push for AGES. My doctor told me that my body was made for having babies 😂 which is fair my pregnancy as a whole was pretty easy. Least favorite part was the contractions and because I dilated so quickly they BARELY got me my epidural. Having a great team really helped out to. My nurses and doctor were amazing.

I was ready to have my baby out by the end of the pregnancy. I couldnt put my own shoes on and I peed everytime I laughed to hard or sneezed.

I could see Queen Vivian being so fed up with the labor taking so long and being pregnant forever that she gets them both out through sheer willpower 😂😂

Because like BIG MOOD honestly.

There are other gross things I won't post on here but yeah 😂😂

Wow - thank you anon for sharing your unique experience, too. It's so fascinating how different one experience from the next can be.

Queen Vivian: What's going on?

Nurse: Hmmm.. oh! I have excellent news, Your Majesties! There's another baby - you are blessed with twins.

Queen: WHAT??

King: Wow, really? This is great news, right, Vivan?

Queen: ...yes.

#anon reply #nextinlineif #interactive fiction #queen vivian

[goodqueenaly]

Sorry if you've already answered this, but is it remotely possible that Wylla, Edric Dayne's wet nurse, is actually Jon's mom? Edric is a few years younger than Jon, so they could hardly have been nursing at the same time, right?

Helpfully, GRRM has already answered the question of Jon and Edric being described as "milk brothers":

1. How could Edric Dayne and Jon Snow be milk brothers if they are several years apart in age - 12 and 16 or so? Can a nursemaid really produce milk for so long a stretch, or perhaps did Wylla have a(nother) kid of her own when Edric was born? Or if Edric was lying, and why didn't Arya call him on it?

Edric is stretching the term a little ... [sic] "milk brothers" more usually refers to two infants of different parents who were nursed simultaneously by the same woman, but Jon had long been parted from Wylla's breasts by the time Ned came along.

More to the point, I don't think GRRM is going to use Wylla's personal breastfeeding history as some sort of "gotcha!" moment with his readers, to swerve violently away from R+L= J. (Indeed, Edric's description of Wylla as having "served us [i.e. the Daynes] for years and years. Since before I was born" might imply that Wylla was already a wet nurse at Starfall when Jon was born, perhaps having nursed any number of Dayne or Dayne-related other babies over the course of her employment.) Whether Wylla was continuously producing milk between the time of Jon's birth and that of Ned Dayne or stopped and restarted her own milk production in the intervening years is immaterial, I think, to the narrative reveal of R+L=J; whichever GRRM needs to be true, or finds more convenient to be true for the purpose of his story, will be what happened. It doesn't even have to be wholly scientifically accurate (at least as we understand science in our world), although I don't see that it couldn't be that too; there is no reason to assume, for example, that Wylla could not have been nursing either her own child and/or another child in between feeding baby Jon and feeding baby Edric such that she would have been able to nurse both despite the intervening years between their births. Nor do we even have much detail on Wylla to definitively rule out any possibilities along these lines; it's not necessarily the case, for example, that Wylla went with Ned to Winterfell (Catelyn only remembers an unspecified wet nurse with baby Jon installed by the time she and baby Robb arrived), leaving plenty of time for Wylla to perhaps become pregnant and give birth to her own child before Ned's birth in 287 AC and allowing her to serve as his nurse too.

Instead, I think GRRM has included Wylla partially as a red herring for Jon's maternal heritage and partially to set up what I see as a multi-part reveal of R+L=J. Although Ned provides Wylla's name to Robert as the (purported) identity of his (again, purported) bastard son's mother, and although Ned Dayne confidently names Wylla the Dayne wet nurse as Jon's mother, this answer does not satisfy the other mysteries of Jon's parentage. What would then explain Ned's cold fury at Catelyn's question of Jon's mother, and his vague response that "[h]e [i.e. Jon Snow] is my blood, and that is all you need to know"? What would then explain Ned's internal distinction regarding "the life of some child I did not know, against Robb and Sansa and Arya and Bran and Rickon" - that is, pointedly excluding Jon from his children? What would then explain the allusions to Lyanna having given birth before her death, and the promises Ned swore to her (along with "the price he'd paid to keep them")? Wylla the wet nurse is too simple an answer to link all of these details (not to mention those I haven't brought up, like the relationship between Rhaegar and Lyanna), much less in a satisfying way.

Yet even if - and in fact, perhaps precisely because - the story with Wylla does not add up, Wylla herself could still be an integral part of the truth around Jon's parentage. Edric might be wrong about Wylla being Jon's biological mother, but he doesn't have to have been wrong that Wylla nursed Jon (and indeed, GRRM's answer seems to confirm this as fact). And if Wylla did serve as Jon's wet nurse, it stands to reason that Wylla knew at least to some extent about the secret of the tower of joy; at the very least, she knew that there was a presumably Stark-looking newborn infant who she knew or had reason to know was not the child of anyone at Starfall. (I personally subscribe to the idea that Wylla had quite a bit more knowledge than that - that she was specifically sent to the tower of joy by Ashara, at brother Arthur's request, to serve as a midwife and wet nurse for the pregnant Lyanna - but we shall see if this ends up being the truth.) Wylla, then, becomes one of the few living people who might be able to confirm (at least to some extent) Jon's true parentage, along with Howland Reed and, perhaps, Benjen Stark; moreover, because Edric speaks of her as still being alive, GRRM has left the door open for her to return. I personally have no doubt that part of the narrative purpose of the Areo Hotah storyline in TWOW will be to go to Starfall so that we, the readers, can learn more information about the Daynes and the tower of joy, very possibly from the mouth of Wylla herself.

#asoiaf meta #wylla #jon snow #r plus l equals j

[regulusghost]

thanks for the tags @saturninebutalive and @t-ri-z :D

1. named after anyone? nope, but funny story, my mom wanted to call me andreia, but my aunt got pregnant almost at the same time and she chose the same name first so my mom didnt want to imitate her so she called me filipa but it was a random choice. i wasnt born in natural birth, and my mom had just woken up from general anesthesia when the nurse asked her my name. she was still a little dizzy and said the first name that came to mind.

2. last time you cried? hmm... last week

3. do you have any kids? no no no no no no

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? yap, and most of the time people think im talking serious...

5. whats the first ting you notice about people? voice, face, and the way they make me feel

6. color of your eyes? dark brown

7. scary movies or happy endings: happy endings

8. any special talents? well, i can draw and i think im pretty good at it, and people call it talent, but i don't think it has anything to do with talent. but i think i have a giant talent for creating impossible scenarios in my head.

9. where were you born? portugal

10. hobbies? drawing, writting, reading, watching series/movies. not talking to people. avoiding any kind of social events as much i can ahaha...

11. any pets? yap, two turtles, oscar and francis (yap, oscar from oscar wilde and francis from francis abernathy)

12. what sports do you do/have you done? none. i never liked sports. but in school, in sports class i likes to play volleyball, but was never serious, it was only in classes.

13. how tall are you? 170cm

14. favourite subject in school? arts class, but i loved science, and portuguese and spanish.

15. dream job? writer, or an artist.

and im tagging everyone who wants to do it :)

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

zenmasters for the otp asks

Omg Anna! It’s been too long! Hope ur doing well!

1. Who fell for the other one first? Hyde for sure. I used to say Jackie because of season 3 but that mostly seemed like obsession looking back.

2. Was it love at first sight? Not at all lol

3. Was it lust at first sight? I can see that tbh. Even though Hyde and Jackie didn’t like each other, I highly doubt that neither found the other attractive.

4. What do physical trait do they love the most about each other? They both love each other’s eyes and smiles. Also their bodies lol.

5. What personality trait do they love the most about each other? Hyde loves that Jackie has a big heart and how genuinely tough she can be. Jackie loves Hyde’s honesty and heart.

6. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other? At the makeup salon, there’s a Led Zeppelin painting, making Jackie think about him. And with Hyde, some of Jackie’s favorite music will be sold in the store.

7. What is something they'd want to change about the other if they could? Hyde would probably change her bossiness and Jackie would change his closed off ness. But aside from that, nothing.

8. Do they get along with each other's friends and family? Despite Jackie’s…intenseness, W.B. really like her and thinks she’s a smart girl. Angie also thinks she can be kinda a lot, but does like her. And I think we both know how Red and Kitty feel about the two of them. They’re like parents to the two. Same with Eric and Donna (who are also like family to them)

9. Do their friends and family like their significant others? Obviously yes

10. Have they had romantic partners before? Also yes. (Tho Jackie is Hyde’s first (and probably only serious relationship))

11. Are they a healthy couple? If no, why not? For the most part yes. Minus last season 5 and most of season 7. They both love and support each other and inspire each other to be better people.

12. Do they have potential to be healthy if they're usually toxic? Yes. If in late season 7, they just talked about their issues instead of the writers reducing them to some forbidden lusty connection when they were so much more than that. I wrote a fic called Love that addressed their issues.

13. Do they have potential to be toxic if they're usually healthy? Yes. Season 7 for starters and the whole thing with the nurse and Hyde acting like the wounded party.

14. What song fits them perfectly? Paper Rings, All Too Well, Love Story, Cruel Summer

15. Do they like the same music? Not at all. But they do try to be open to each other’s tastes.

16. Do they like the same food? Some, yes.

17. What do they have in common? They both are so much more than what scratches the surface, they have awful parents, they both are brutally honest, etc.

18. What is their sex life like? They have a very healthy and active sex life. But they just talk and hangout more.

19. Would they ever lie to each other? Why or why not? In canon, they have lied to each other several times but after fixing their issues, I don’t really think so. Plus Jackie would always find out and vise versa.

20. Are they interested in marriage? Why or why not? In my eyes, they’re already married and pregnant with twins lol.

21. Are they interested in having children? Why or why not? Same as 21. But on a serious note, yes. They are both scared shitless tho because of their own home lives.

22. Do you have other ships that resemble your OTP? Dair, Bamon, Gwikki

23. Is there top/dom and bottom/sub energy? Jackie is a top.

24. Are there any kinks or fetishes they share or don't? Not really. They do try using toys one but Jackie hated it and Hyde was uncomfortable (mostly because his chick was). Jackie does dress in a cheerleading uniform and Hyde in a Led Zeppelin shirt (similar to Peraltiago on their honeymoon)

25. Are they sentimental about gifts they've received from each other? They both prefer gifts from the heart.

26. What holidays do they like? Halloween

27. How do they feel about Valentine's day? Jackie loves it because of dressing up but Hyde just doesn’t care for it. Similar to Gloria, Jackie kept trying to get Jay to dress up but for a while it didn’t work. One day, he sees his son and daughter dressed up as Mickey and Minnie and gets won over. Jackie would cheer and Hyde would try to get her to stop.

28. Are they jealous/possessive of each other? Same as canon. But for the most part, they’re both very confident in their relationship.

29. Do they like public display of affection? For sure.

30. Do they enjoy dancing? Hyde hates it but loves Jackie so he dances with her anyways.

31. What's a perfect date for them? Them going to a nice restaurant.

32. How do they comfort each other? Hugs. They’d both mostly comfort each other in actions rather than words.

33. Who is the big spoon and why? Hyde is big spoon obviously because look at them…

34. What's their favorite nonsexual activity together? Just talking to one another and also watching tv.

35. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time? They usually call and FaceTime each other. Hyde would sometimes sleep with the pink pillow Jackie put in his room and Jackie would sleep in Hyde’s Zeppelin shirt (now I’m emotional and want to write a drabble on this)

36. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? Hyde loves to kiss her nose and Jackie loves his lips.

(Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

37. Have they ever hurt each other on accident? Yes.

38. Have they ever hurt each other deliberately? Also yes.

39. Who gets hit on the most? Hyde but Jackie has gotten hit on a few times too.

40. Who tries to distract the other when they're trying to do something else? Jackie

41. Who is, overall, the smarter one? Both are equally smart

42. Who is the sensible mature one? Hyde

43. Do they fight a lot? Not really. They bicker but not fight.

44. How do they make up after a fight? Talking it out, a hug, then makeup sex.

45. If one of them forgot to log out of their SoMe, what would their partner do? Neither really logs out tbh.

46. How do they make each other laugh? Hyde would try to say something lighthearted to make her laugh. Jackie would try to sing to Led Zeppelin.

47. Are they extroverts/introverts? Hyde, I feel is an introvert in some ways. Jackie is an extrovert for sure.

48. Who would bring home a homeless animal? Neither. If anything, their kid would bring a homeless animal and try to convince them to keep it.

49. Do they match outfits for special occasions? For formal event, yes. Sometimes, Jackie would wear a sparkly black dress and Hyde, a black suit and tie.

50. Who would protect who in a dangerous situation? Both. Hyde would do anything for his chick but Jackie would kill for Hyde.

#answered #my headcanons #anna 🌺 #otp: anything for you doll #zenmasters #burkhyde