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yamagache · 8 months

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Happy Parapines Day!!! In celebration I toss a new fic at yeah! Enjoy! ❤

Fandom: ParaNorman (2012), Gravity Falls Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Norman Babcock/Dipper Pines Characters: Norman Babcock, Dipper Pines Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Domestic Boyfriends, Dipper Pines Is A Literal Pine Tree, Norman has the patience of a saint, Fluff, Small fight, He's a dumbass your honor, BOIS ARE HAPPY, Rain, "Sharing" an umbrella, The weather can suck it, bickering? Summary:

It was just supposed to be a cute walk. But Dipper's a dumbass. And Dense as hell.

#Parapines #norman babcock #dipper pines #Bickering?#Dipper is denser than cutting boards #Norman did nothing wrong #They're practically married your honor

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archersartcorner · 11 months

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Hey y’all!! Haven’t posted in a hot sec, got busy with school then. Got TotK. So been pretty occupied with that LMAO but still been thinkin bout these two so!!! Here’s an old doodle I slapped some color onto :-)

#my art #described #dimension 20 #a starstruck odyssey #dimension 20 a starstruck odyssey #norman takamori #skip takamori #slug blushing aka Slushing. no actually that sounds Bad HWVDHSBSGA #the ideal plot twist for me if they ever return to Starstruck would be Norman as the Biggest Skip Apologist. ‘nah he did nothing wrong’ LMAO #and then maybe they kiss a lil. what about that.#also I love zeldo I need to post some of my zeldo doodles… I have a fun idea for a botw/totk linksona that I wanna share #skipperskip

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iamonlyhereforthefreefood · 10 months

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Norman Bates is more sympathetic to me than a lot of Hitchcock’s romantic leads

#i really really hate sean connery's character in marnie #which i'm watching now #i hate a lot of old romances because they're so intrenched in gender roles and they just feel kinda predatory #norman bates did nothing wrong other than all the murder

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blue-sadie · 8 months

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Can I request Tonowari, Jake Sully, Neytiri and Ronal react to a busty fem!human please 😫

Hard Stares

Jake, Neytiri x Human Reader x Tonowari, Ronal

Summary: their eyes where looking at anything but your face

Warning: reader got curves

Yn/3rd person pov

You were one of the new scientists at the lab but ran away once you saw the terrible damage they were doing to pandora.

So you came and contacted norman and gave him all the data and access to their surplie shipments and anything they needed to take the sky people down.

You quickly became Norman's second hand man and helped him with everything so when jake called about kiri and her seizure, you were asked to tag along.

You were a bit skeptical because your a human and the tribe their staying with has had only bad experiences with humans.

"Don't be so anxious nothing will happen to you" norman smiled as we came to landed, he was of course the first out the plane greeting his old buddy before bringing him over to the door.

"Jake this is the new member of the crew" he murmured jake stared as me his eyes widening a bit when I stand up "h-hi" he coughed.

I bit my lip did I do something wrong I was rushed out of my thoughts as I had to help bring the equipment out.

When I stepped foot of the sound I could feel eyes on me as I carried the equipment following norman closely my heart almost beating out my chest.

I glanced noticing the very well dressed couple watching me closely 'that must be the chief and his wife' I walked along their netted pathways to the hut where the where keeping kiri.

I layed out the equipment and helped the besti could but nothing seemed to help kiri "remove these things" the chiefs wife ronal as I was told as she bought in bowls of herbs.

I quickly took back all the equipment not wanting to draw attention to myself I stood my the plane waiting to leave but to my dismay we were asked to stay for dinner.

I rocked on my heels as I stared down at my tablet typing away not noticing the stares I was getting.

Jake and neytiri were more secretive about it only stealing a few glances each minute but tonowari and ronal were just plain staring they didn't care.

Their eyes traced each curve of your body and honestly all of them were surprised well except jake because he was on earth but the rest of them they just can't look away.

During dinner they decided to sit more closer to you and bring you into more conversations but each time you move a bit it distracts them and they lose their train of thought and have to start all over again.

"Hey my eyes are up here"

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@neteyamyawne @sweetirilly @greekgods15

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amomentsescape · 3 months

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Eldritch monster anon here! So to answer your question, yep that image you shared is what I have in mind ^^

Slashers with Reader Who's Secretly an Eldritch Horror

Slashers x Reader

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo, & Lester

A/N: I'm not super confident I wrote Reader correctly, and I didn't go into too much depth about what they look like or everything they're capable of, so I hope you still like it! You can find the original request here.

Freddy Krueger

He can't help but fantasize of the damage you two can cause when together

He sensed something was a little different about you from the beginning

But he didn't think it would be quite this drastic

What's funny though is that he thinks you don't know that he's found out about you

He's dead wrong

But it's kind of a game to you, and you're having fun with it

He's "secretly" caught you distorting the people and things around you

And he admires that fact since he does the same thing in his Dream World

You were hoping he'd catch on sooner

But oh well

It's just more fun that way

Michael Myers

He somehow doesn't know already, and you kind of want to keep it that way

Michael has this thing with power

He knows he's unstoppable, chaotic, and deadly

And he likes it that way

If he ever found out about the things you're capable of...

It would not be good

Your partnership would go from providing to battling

He wants- needs to be the monster in the relationship

And although you have the upper hand on him, he would not go down without a fight

He knows there's a darkness brewing in you

He just doesn't know quite what it is

And let's hope it stays that way

Jason Voorhees

He honestly learns about what you are pretty early on

He didn't really assume anything was off about you, but he was so open and sweet to you that you felt comfortable enough to tell him about everything

And knowing that he's not the most dangerous being around is somewhat... nice

He really admires your power and strength

And it feels good to be able to leave for a while and not worry that something will happen to you

You are more than capable of protecting yourself, and that lifts a huge weight off of Jason's shoulders

Perhaps he's too trusting, but he doesn't worry about you turning that dark power on him

You've only showed him genuine love and care, so he feels like he has nothing to worry about

Thomas Hewitt

Perhaps he's being a little naive

The way you immediately ate his "dinner" without so much as a question

The sudden increase of people coming by the house and being captured

How you come out of the most dangerous areas unscathed

There is clearly something about you that isn't... normal

But it's not his place to question it

He loves you, and you love him

End of story

Even if he did start to question what's really going on, he wouldn't press the matter

He figures you'll open up to him whenever you're ready

And if that's never, then so be it

Bubba Sawyer

He's just a sweet, naive man

You could literally show your true colors right in front of his eyes, and he'd still have no clue

But it doesn't really matter

He loves you for you no matter what you look like or what you're capable of

As long as you still care for him like this, you can do whatever you want

He will admit that his family has had a much easier time getting "food" than ever before

And those that do come by are really easy to capture since you've been with him

But those are just coincidences, surely

You're his sweet angel

He has to protect you

Little does he know that you really can handle yourself...

Brahms Heelshire

He has found it a little odd that the food still arrives on time without so much as a word from Malcolm

And he hasn't seen a single soul since you began to staying with him

But he's very happy with all of this, so he doesn't question it

He can sense that you're a little... different than other people

But that's part of the reason he likes you so much in the first place

He only realizes the true extent to this theory when you somehow force him to bed without so much as a touch

He was completely flabbergasted at this, but he didn't dare question it

Safe to say that he has no intention on giving you a hard time again

Norman Bates

He doesn't question a thing

If anything, you're his good luck charm since all of these good things started to happen when you showed up

The motel business is booming

Any issues he was dealing with seemed to disappear in plain sight

Everything seems to be going his way for once

Mother keeps telling him there's something off about you, but he ignores her

What does she mean?

You're his sweet and perfect partner

There's nothing else to it

You want to show him the truth at some point, but he just seems so happy right now

Maybe you'll tell him later

Billy Loomis

Billy straight up demands for you to tell him what's going on

Unlike a lot of people, Billy follows his gut instinct

He's known something was up with since you two started seeing each other

His world was just too... perfect

And he swears that there's this dark aura that surrounds your head at all hours of the day

It's only after his latest kill went too well that he interrogates you

When you tell him, he asks you to prove it

The look on his face when you showed him just what you were was enough to send you into a fit of laughter

To be honest, Billy is a little bit scared of you now

Knowing that you're capable of literally taking him out of existence is intimidating to say the least

Best believe Billy is going to do his best not to get on your bad side

Stu Macher

Stu is true golden retriever energy

Meaning, he is very sweet and loving towards you, but there's not much else going on inside that brain of his

He doesn't suspect a single thing with you

You are his perfect partner, and that's about it

Sure, his killings with Billy have been going super well, and he always comes out unscathed

Yeah, that person who shushed him in the movie theater was found completely mutilated the next day

What about it?

You wouldn't have anything to do with it

Stu just thinks that you are made out of 100% innocence

And you kind of like it that way

You'll tell him when you're ready

Until then, you just appreciate Stu treating you like a person and not some powerful God

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent has been finding himself with a new sense of inspiration for his wax art

He dreams of this ethereal yet terrifying being he has never seen before

He's told you about the dreams, and you always respond with a soft smile and a "that's interesting"

Vincent as no clue that you're the creature he's been seeing

And you must say, his art is pretty damn accurate

You didn't have any intentions on telling him the truth, at least not right away

But the way he sees this version of you as his muse makes you want to say something sooner

He's basically idolizing you, and he doesn't even know it

Not that he doesn't act this way with you normally

But how fun it could be to see his reaction once you tell him the truth

Bo Sinclair

Maybe he suspects something is going on, but he doesn't say anything

Ignorance is bliss

And although he's usually one to demand what he wants to know, he doesn't quite feel comfortable doing that with you

There's something in those eyes of yours that tells him he may be better off not knowing

Plus, things for him and Ambrose have been going suspiciously well for him

He literally had some random man run up to him begging to become one of the wax figures

This is all just odd

And he knows you're hiding something by the way you smile at him

But everything is so perfect that he doesn't want to ruin it

So for now, let him be ignorant

Lester Sinclair

He's never really been in a relationship as passionate as this one before

So you best believe any single thought or doubt that goes through his head is immediately thrown out

He loves you, and you're so nice to him

There's no way you could be hiding something from him, right?

I mean, it's a little odd how you seem to appear from thin air, and your hair never has a single strand out of place

There was something that feels... not real

But that's just crazy

He probably only feels that way because of how perfect he thinks you are

Until you explicitly stand before him in your true form, he's going to just ignore these thoughts

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norman-fucking-reedus · 23 days

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Scud knows the second you find out he took your dildo that he’s in so much trouble, he can almost see the burning look in your eyes but that doesn’t matter now. What matters now is that he has it, and he’s alone. He made sure that the walkie was one hundred percent off, cause god forbid everyone on the channel hear him not doing his assignment.

It always made Scud feel so flithy whenever he started to undo his pants, dropping them down around his ankles. At first he couldn’t get the thing to stick, maybe not because it was a fabric fucking chair, so he huffed. There was a half crush box in the corner, Scud snatching it up and ripping it open, placing it flat on the seat. This time, the dildo stuck, and Scud squeezed a shit ton of lube out. You’d be mad about that too, but that didn’t even matter, not with the way Scud easily slipped down the entire cock without even trying, gripping the small table in front of him for balance.

It was the deepest he had ever had a dick inside him, so deep Scud swore that part of it was in his stomach. He lifted himself up and slid back down, little to no resistance anywhere. Scud didn’t waste any time before he was already loudly groaning and shaking the van, bouncing quickly as each thrust hit a sensitive nerve he didn’t even know was there. He grips the edge of the table tightly with one hand, the other wrapping around his tender cock and tearing a cry from his throat, squeezing around his leaky tip.

He could hear your voice in his head, scoffing at him and looking down on him for being such a “dirty little fucking whore.” Oh he wanted to hear your voice so badly, whimpering as he quickened his pace, wet slapping sounding in the small van from where Scud almost dripped lube from his ass, rolling down and smearing across his nuts. He could imagine the way you point it out to him, asking “can you hear how fucking wet you are for me? so eager and ready for me?” God yes, he could hear all of it, almost downright taste it.

His orgasm was burning hot in his gut, and all he could think about was how fucking amazing he felt. He knows better then to go behind your back, and it makes him feel like such a slut when he thinks about how much that just turns him on. His hand speeds up as he continues to jerk himself, whining and stuttering out curses as each jabs to his insides combined with the harsh stroke of his hand, Scud absolutely falls apart. “Fuuck! Oh God yes- fuck, fucking fuck me” He sobs, hips sputtering as he cums everywhere, head thrown back and stull feverishly moving his hand, sloppily bouncing on the dildo.

His ears were ringing, his chest expanded with every heavy pant, and his legs trembled from where they had been totally overworked, thigh muscles tense and straining. Scud almost passed out in the chair, his entire body going limp after a blinding orgasm.

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yes I am very obsessed with Scud yes I did change my blog theme to him and so what he’s my perfect innocent little baby boy he wouldn’t even hurt a fly hes scared of them he would never and could never do any type of wrong in his whole life he’s just my little sassy stoner whatever he’s being accused of I can 1000% guarantee you that he had literally nothing to do with it your honor he wasnt even there

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 months

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Bemused

summary -> daryl becomes bemused by y/n and her affections towards him. also the story of how daryl ‘found’ his vest (0.6k)

warnings -> fluff, prison era (season 3) set, unestablished relationship but there be feelings, blood, 3rd person

daryl dixon // norman reedus works main masterlist

She was an outsider, even though she had travelled all this way with them from Atlanta, all the group of survivors knew was her name, and that she could kill walkers.

Nowhere they had rested felt like home, until they cleared out the prison, and y/n began to open herself up more, they all did. This could be their haven from the horrors that lay outside the fences, all they had to do was maintain their respite when it came to collecting supplies, and enforce the barriers when it was needed.

However what Daryl had found peculiar was that she lingered around him like an angel, he stared shocked at her as she walked towards him, a spattering of blood painting her face.

They were all infected in this new world, it wasn’t news that they had just learnt, but the redneck felt his eyes grow wide as he looked at her, and she wore a smile, as though she hadn’t previously been fighting off the undead as she entered the manually opened gates.

“How was the run?” Daryl asked her as she tilted her head at him, shaking her head as she dropped her satchel to the ground, and she burrowed through its contents as though her life depended on it.

“I’d say pretty good,” she replied, feeling giddy and nervous as she finally retracted the fabric, holding the article in her hands. “I got you something, I saw it and I thought of you.”

Nobody had ever thought of him, Daryl grew bemused as she handed him the gift, examining it in his hands as the shock did anything but wear off. Merle had only brought him a present once, and that was when he was a kid, he had nothing of value apart from the crossbow that he carried everywhere.

“Ya didn’ have to.” He quietly spoke, turning the vest around, viewing the pair of wings that were created upon the back. It was almost ornamental, it felt wrong to wear something so meaningful in the bloodshed of the apocalypse, but y/n appeared to not want to take no for an answer.

“Try it on! I didn’t scavenge it for you to just gawk at it!” She encouraged him, watching as the brooding man grunted, and shrugged his crossbow off, y/n happily taking it from him as he pulled the fabric over his shoulders. “It fits perfectly!”

In the old world, a woman being so excited over the littlest of things would have annoyed him, most of the female population did, especially those that Merle ran after, but he found comfort in it. She wanted him to be happy! It was a first for him to experience, and he had many of those left.

The vest hugged his shoulders in just the right way, and a warmth ran across his stuttering chest as he looked at y/n with his deep cerulean eyes, wondering why she had thought of him and risked her life to get him something so simple yet unique.

“Yeah, ‘t does.” He found himself agreeing with her, a small smile scoping on his lips as he struggled to push her away. “Thanks.” He curtly nodded, unsure of how to handle such a kind situation, however y/n had other plans.

She, still swinging his empty crossbow in her right hand to the side, engulfed him in a hug, that had his heart pausing for a couple of moments. But he found himself wrapping her in his arms, never wanting to let her go.

He’d be okay if he could stay in the scene forever, holding her in his embrace, however it would never last. Nothing good ever did… but maybe, just maybe things would have a better outcome than he’d predicted in the past.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon oneshot #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x female reader #twd x reader #twd x you #twd x y/n #twd imagine #twd fanfiction #twd oneshot

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sombrashe · 7 days

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hii!

can you pretty please write something for Norm MacLean x reader?

ty, and i love your blog!

content fluff, just so much fluff and a little angst if you squint, childhood friends to lovers, reader is a breeder and its their wedding day, gn!reader, chubby!reader

note(s) hiiiiii :3 im so happy you like my blog!! i hope you enjoy this little but of fluff | i didnt know how to end it so it might seem a little abrupt

"Norm?"

Your voice bounces off the concrete walls and back into your ears. Your heels click with every step, your shoes are nice and shiny for the occasion. He wasn't home, at Chet's, or in the fusion room. A long shared hiding spot. You frown as you turn down yet another hallway. A sea of copy-pasted doors muddle together in your eyes as you huff. Maintaining your peppy smile you grip the bouquet tighter. When you noticed Lucy, but no Norm to accompany her you had to pause everything. A much disagreed decision which led to Overseer MacLain chastising you for your decision. It wasn't a good idea to make Vault 31 wait but you couldn't care less.

"Norman."

Your voice grows in pitch as you backtrack out of the hallway and into an identical one. One furthest from your wedding and who do you find sitting with his back to you? Cleaning the connection line of the vault floor.

"Oh! Norm, there you are."

He doesn't turn back and simply gives you a quick hand raise and a simple, "Busy. Be done soon."

You give a soft giggle and crouch down behind him.

"Norman MacLean. It's rude to ignore the person being married. Especially on their wedding day."

He finally turns at that. Almost as if he just realized who was talking to him. Your smile is unrelenting a stark contrast to the stony expression he gives you in return.

"Well, are you coming?"

You stand and extend your hand only to frown when he simply glances at your palm.

"What's wrong?"

You start to worry as he takes his time replying. You never felt this before, the feeling of your stomach becoming a giant knot. Like all your intestines became worms and got themselves tangled in each other. You did not like this feeling.

"You're making my stomach hurt, Norm. What's going on? You said you would be there when I met my partner."

"I got assigned cleaning duty."

You scoff and roll your eyes, a smile gracing your lips again as if you solved one of the riddles in the vault newspaper.

"It's my wedding day. I'm sure Hank would understand. You're my best friend after all, he would want you to be there with me."

Hands on your hips you can't help but notice as your cheeks start to sting with all this frowning and smiling.

"Best friend. Yeah, okay."

He repeated you again.

"Norman, what's going on? Are you sick?"

Bending over at the waist you place the cool back of your hand to his warm forehead and chew on your bottom lip. He feels fine. So why is he acting like this?

"I'm fine. It's nothing."

He swats your hand away. Using his hands he pushes himself to stand.

"Let's just go."

"No. Not until you tell me what's going on. Why you're acting like this. You've never repeated me twice. You only do that when you're upset. Three times and I would have to call security."

You try to give him a smile and laugh, but he just pushes past you. Hurrying you catch up to him as he goes to turn the corner out of the hallway. Reaching out you're able to grab ahold of his suit before he makes it.

"I don't want you to get married."

His words are rushed and he refuses to look at you. You give a small laugh hoping he was joking. You didn't go through all this... all this moving on just for him to confuse you.

"Norm, you said you were excited when I told you I was chosen."

"I lied."

I lied echoes throughout the corridor. Your grip tightens on his suit as you soak in his words.

"You told me-."

"I lied. About everything. It wasn't just practicing for me. None of it was practice. You need this, I know. Now you know so you can move on. What are you hoping they look like?"

He gives you a false smile and it looks out of place especially with you mimicking his stony expression from before. Dropping your hand you furrow your eyebrows and slam the palm of your hand into his chest.

"You... jerk! All this time I thought you wanted to be just friends. Thought you regretted everything. Fudge, Norm. Why didn't you tell me? I would have never gone to the council and convinced them to let me get married."

He gives you a genuine smile and you want to hit him again. Maybe yell at him some more until he's cupping your cheeks. His eyes are intense as they stare into yours.

"I know how important fulfilling your job is, I would never ruin that for you. I thought it would be easier if I didn't show up."

"That's stupid. You're more important to me than any job. I would be just as fulfilled and happy scrubbing floors."

His eyes search yours. His fingertips press into the soft flesh of your cheeks. You can tell he wants to lean in closer. Do as you always did ever since you were children. You don't give him the chance to back away. Not again. Leaning forward you rest your forehead against his, nose smushes against each other making it difficult to breathe. As if you could breathe clearly given the circumstances.

He takes the initiative this time and closes the minuscule gap between your lips. Years as the Overseers son gave him access to anything he ever wanted and you can tell he uses it to take care of himself.

"Strawberry?"

"They figured out how to make this stick that makes your lips soft and they gave me one to try."

You giggle and kiss his soft sweet lips again and again. Breaking away to smack your lips covered in the foreign flavor. After a good thirty minutes, you hear your name being called from a dot down the hallway.

"Lucy." You whisper as your heart starts to rise and you fear you might throw it up.

Taking your hand he squeezes it tightly before letting it fall beside the fabric of your wedding gear.

"I don't want to get married anymore, Norm. What do I do?"

"We explain to Lucy and see what she has to say. She's the older sister for a reason."

#fallout #fallout prime #fallout tv series #norm maclean #norm fallout #norm x reader #norm maclean x reader #sombrashe writes

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inkdemonapologist · 2 months

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nobody asked but since I've seen a lil chatter on the DCTL Graphic Novel on tumblr too, here's the thread I posted on twitter, speaking as someone who's done a little freelance work as a comic artist, under the jump:

Main thought about the DCTL graphic novel preview is: yeah, I've made designs like that when I was being paid by the page and expected to just throw in extra design work for free and I have a deadline and no time to scour the source material or really put my heart into the design No shade to the artist; every complaint I have about the pages we've seen is that this looks like someone who was just working (quickly) from a script. The artist is likely not a Big Fan, so they only know the info and descriptions they're given. And the artist's portfolio shows they're capable of the kind of designs and dynamics this comic needed. its possible they phoned it in for no reason, but feels more likely to be "not enough time/not paid enough/not given enough info to give it that level of care." Which, don't get me wrong; an important level of craftsmanship and care is missing and im not gonna blame the artist but i AM gonna be a hater abt it lmao It's not just about designs; the convo with Joey is another good example. It's a literal illustration of the things Joey said and did in that scene, but it's missing the point -- that scene is our introduction to the way Joey throws Buddy off-balance. That energy is missing. And that's the sort of thing that needs the script to convey this purpose well to the artist, that needs the artist to have time & freedom to invest in portraying it, that needs time & investment & knowledge to ask for adjustments at early stages and get the page right one more note: begging batim fans 2 think abt the plot of DCTL and realise why "maybe we will not make the creepy guy who dies at the end a black man in this" is perhaps a reasonable choice. like im a fan of poc norman headcanons too but pls recognise this would be a tough call!! anyway, genuinely cannot wait to see how off sammy is gonna be in this lmao. will he be a mid non-design like norman or will he be conventionally handsome or will he get graphic novel dave miller vibes b/c hes an antagonist? will we get the fabled black hair sammy??? i cant wait

TL;DR I strongly suspect this was an issue of not enough time/not enough money. That design looks nothing like the description of Norman, right? Like, there's hundreds of different AU designs of all shapes, colours and sizes that you could create that would still look like Norman Polk, but somehow they managed to make a character that isnt ANY of them, lmao??? So... how could that happen, unless nobody gave the artist a description of Norman? Or if they did, how did that design make it past anyone else, unless there wasn't time for revisions or a system worked out for revisions, unless whoever was managing the comic project thought it was fine if the designs didn't fit with the descriptions in the book? If everyone is doing their job, then the artist is given the information they need without having to go do unpaid YA novel research before they can start drawing. That's why you have a writer adapting it!!

("they should hire fans, a fan would've done a better job" OK BUT THATS B/C FANS ARE MORE LIKELY TO ALLOW THEMSELVES TO BE EXPLOITED AND DO EXTRA UNPAID WORK B/C THEY CARE!! THATS NOT A SOLUTION!!!! THATS A JOEY DREW STRAT!!!!!!!)

Anyway I could yell about this for 15 years so I'm going to shush for now BUT I JUST FEEL VERY STRONGLY ABOUT IT LMAO.

#genuinely tho now that i dont have to worry abt the possibility that it might be good #i can just relax and be excited to discover how far off it will be #im a hater abt this but everyone be nice to the artist lmao #we all write on the walls #is abby going to be in a suit like she's supposed to be?#how accurate will dot be?#will jacob even be black?#we could do a whole DCTL Comic Discrepancy Bingo i think it would be fun #HOW CLOSE TO GINGER ROGERS IS ALLISON GOING TO LOOK

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johnnystorms · 3 months

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When Peter was seven, Mrs Kanowski wrote in his report card that he always has something to say. Uncle Ben had found it quite funny. Aunt May had elbowed him in the side and murmured something about it not being a compliment, a word Peter didn’t quite grasp until a year later, when Gwen Stacy socked him in the shoulder then said, “I like your socks.” (They were covered in crossed swords and skulls wearing pirate hats, much to Aunt May’s dismay. Harry thought they were cool, though, and so did Peter, kind of, and now so did Gwen. So there.) “Thanks,” Peter had said, and that had been that. Not his first friend, but one of them.

He doesn’t know why he thinks about that now.

They’re on the roof of the Baxter Building. The sun is setting, spilling red and pink and orange all over Johnny, over his golden hair, the planes of his face, the brightness of his grin. The grin in question: the remnants of laughter, left over from Peter telling him about the time Harry keyed his dad’s car in a fit of six-year-old pique and Peter had tried to take the blame, only for Norman to dismiss the attempt with a brisk you’d have chosen more sensible places to do it, which had made Johnny absolutely howl with laughter.

“Really, Pete,” he says, still grinning, “what kind of six year old gets told they’d commit vandalism sensibly?” He snorts, shaking his head, looking out over the city.

Mrs Kanowski was wrong, it seems. Peter is tongue-tied, watching Johnny’s eyes crinkle in the corners, the slope of his nose as he looks out over towards the Chrysler Building. It swells in him, the way Johnny looks right now, the way he feels, loose-limbed and relaxed and happy. Peter likes Johnny a lot of ways, but this is maybe his favourite, when it’s just the two of them, and Johnny has that smile that looks like it put the stars in the sky, instead of the one he flashes at people in corridors, at the press when they get in too close, at ex-girlfriends and maybe-boyfriends – everyone who wants a piece of him.

It’s a nice smile, don’t get him wrong. Peter is mostly immune to Johnny’s charms, but that one still makes his chest feel a little warmer. It’s just got nothing on Johnny when he’s like this, bright and open and beautiful.

“I wonder what you’d have been like if you’d known me back then,” Johnny says, still not looking at Peter. His voice has gone thoughtful, smile fading until all that’s left is a soft tilt to his lips. “What I’d have been like.” He’s quiet for a second, and then: “I’m a little jealous, you know.”

Peter can’t work the words out of his mouth. His tongue feels too thick. Still, there must be something questioning enough in his gaze when Johnny glances back at him that it gets conveyed, because Johnny blinks, then smiles ruefully.

“That they knew you back then – Harry and Gwen and even Mary Jane, though I know she was a little later. They all got to know you so early… It kinda feels like I was missing out.” The way he says kinda is like an inside joke, the type where you’re the only one in on it, where you’re laughing at yourself. Peter’s heart aches.

Johnny’s smile goes crooked as he looks back at Peter again. “You’re my first real friend, Peter. You know that, right?”

And, like, maybe. Maybe Peter knew that, logically, if he ever really thought about it, but he didn’t – he doesn’t – because Johnny is bright and handsome and funny, charming and charismatic and wildly popular even though he has enough personality defects to fill a dictionary. Everyone likes Johnny, even some of his exes, and the ones who don’t usually have a grudge to pick with his brother-in-law, or they think Johnny is just like any vapid, handsome, rich, famous type. And it’s not that he’s not, but he’s also so much more than that. Sometimes Johnny is so much that Peter doesn’t have words to contain it.

But that’s a lonely thing too.

So maybe Peter knew, on some level, that this is what he is to Johnny, this is the space he occupies. But he’s never really thought it consciously, never really framed it that way, and certainly never heard it out loud before.

He swallows. Hard.

Johnny just blinks again, then grins. It’s not that crooked one, small and quiet and delicate enough to make Peter wish he could fit it in his pocket. It’s a sudden blitz against the sky, against Peter’s fucking mental stability, because it is so gorgeous that it is utterly devastating. Peter is devastated and Johnny is beautiful. Status quo.

Mrs Kanowski was definitely wrong, Peter thinks, as he slides a little closer to Johnny, nestles up against him so that their thighs are pressed close and their shoulders are knocking together. Because when Johnny looks at him like that, he can’t think of a single thing to say.

#johnny storm #peter parker #spideytorch #vaguely high school au? written for the prompt ‘firsts’#not… that i can tell anymore why i wrote this for ‘firsts’ lmao #this isn’t new in that i wrote it for twt 1.5yrs ago #but i literally forgot abt it until searching smth on my twt just now #jane writes sometimes #meet me at the usual place #also sorry for the awol work has been Whew but i will be putting the avengers twilight one on ao3 later

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bendysinitiation · 2 months

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Back in the day’, the cinematic film projectors you’d see in a movie theater were nothing like the smaller ones at home. These were giant, 6-foot tall, gas-powered behemoths that had to get a film on-screen from many, many feet away. It might’ve not looked it, but being a projectionist required hauling giant cans of film, rigging lights, feeding it in correctly, and keeping a whole audience happy.

I propose a new Projectionist design with this in mind. I don’t know much about how projectionists worked in animation studios, but I assume they had the same job, just without the sound, so the foley artists and bands did the recording while it played (correct me if I’m wrong).

SO, theoretically, Norman could’ve looked like this:

And you know I’m putting this funny man into the au cause it’s an awesome idea. (Sidenote: if Norman was doing this work all by himself he’d be buff, just saying. It can be real if you want it to be.)

References under the cut

All photos are taken from “Reel Stories - An Oral History of London’s Cinema Projectionists” on YouTube. If you have the time, go check it out! It’s very interesting!

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Here’s also the original ones that first gave me this idea, that I found on Google! If you want more images or background, I just searched up “Simplex model E-7”.

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #bendy au #Norman Polk #cw body horror #body horror #the projectionist #batim projectionist #redesign #yea woohoo #he could blind you #Bigass machinery my beloved #out of the ink machine #ootim #image description in alt #image description

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multific · 1 year

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Brownies and Ice Cream

Norman Nordstrom x Reader

Summary: Your life with a very energetic son.

A/N: This can be read as a standalone or as a sequel to my previous work.

"Dad!" the little boy ran around the house, trying to find his father, you were in the kitchen making some brownies when the little boy decided he needed to know where his father is.

To be fair, it has been a couple hours since you last saw Norman, so you didn't mind that little Oliver wanted to find him.

"Daddy!!!" he yelled louder, but no answer. "Mommy's making brownies! Dad?" a couple seconds later, your boy returned with tears in his eyes, you rushed over to him, trying to see if he hurt himself. "I can't find Dad." he said and you let out a sigh of relief knowing he wasn't hurt.

"Sweetie, your father is probably hiding, go find him."

"But, you said Daddy's too old to move that quick." your son's honesty made you burst into laugher.

"Don't say that, you know he hears everything. Did you check the garden?" he nodded. "Basement?" again, a nod. "How about his office?" nod. "Bedroom or bathroom?" two nods. "Living room?"

"Mommy, I checked everywhere! Daddy left us! What if he left and went away with his other family?"

"What other family, Ollie?" you looked at your son, confused.

"You know, like on the TV! The man had another family, what if daddy also has one and left us for them?!"

"Okay, no more soap operas for you, Love. I'm sure your father is here somewhere. Maybe you just missed him. And if you find him, bring him to me and your reward will be fresh brownies with ice cream."

"ICE CREAM!" said the little man as he ran.

"But, be careful, don't fall, Ollie!"

But of course, after the word, ice cream, little Oliver Nordstrom didn't hear a single word.

You knew Norman sometimes likes to hide away from Ollie, he said the boy needs to have sharper senses as you always baby him. Which is absurd, you do not baby him! When did you EVER baby, your perfect little child?!

Being a protective mother is not a bad thing.

As you cut the brownie, you heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.

"Mommy! I found him! Where's my reward?" sang your little boy as he was already sitting by the table. Norman joined him as you placed his plate in front of him and your son.

"For my two favourite men." you placed a kiss on Norman's forehead as he smiled.

"Where was daddy hiding this time?"

"He was in the garage! He for sure didn't see me coming, he jumped when I found him!"

Norman often liked to up-play his reactions to please his son.

"Of course, he didn't, because-"

"He's blind!" chirped your son as you laughed, as did your husband.

"Yes, but also because you are a ninja."

"Not anymore, Mom! I want to be a racer now! Drive cars!" of course, at his age he constantly changed his likings, and you just went with it.

Once almost all the brownies were eaten, your son decided to play in the backyard with your dog.

You were washing the dishes when you felt a pair of arms around you and a kiss was placed on your shoulder.

"Isn't he wonderful?" asked Norman as you smiled.

"Well, he is my son."

"I think, we should have another."

"Brownie? But we just had one."

"I meant child." Norman said as you turned around in his arms.

You looked into his eyes, but of course, saw nothing.

"I never-I don't think I want another baby. I was struggling with him a lot, you know that. Don't get me wrong please, Norman you know I love our son, but two babes? I always only wanted one child."

"Hey, hey, I get it, don't feel pressured please, I'm not going to force you or anything. I was just thinking about it, but if you don't want to, we don't have to have another one, I'm really fine with only one. Please don't make that face, you are not disappointing me, Love."

"How do you know what face I'm making?"

"I just do. But as I said, no pressure, I just thought you might want another."

"I don't think I do."

"Perfectly fine! Even if you didn't want one, I would have been fine with just us."

"Thank you for understanding."

"Of course, I love you."

"I love you too Norman. And this doesn't mean you can't play with the idea you know. I know you have a breeding kink."

"I do not." he gasped.

"Oh, you do, Love. You always talking about filling me up and stuff."

"You naughty, I thought we don't bring those up! It's just in the heat of the moment."

"Sure, that's why you never took your hands off of me when I was pregnant right? 'All round with my child' as you always said."

"Says the one who likes to be chocked."

"Can't deny that, I like to be dominated."

Norman smiled.

"I'm so happy you came into my life, Y/N."

"As am I." you placed a kiss on his lips.

Enjoying these small moments before your son came rushing back in to tell you about the bug he found in the backyard.

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vvaspoppie · 6 months

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Doc Ock x Symbiote!Reader

→ Author’s Note: Requested this from another writer (that’s also really cool), and decided to also write my own version. No specified version of Ock, pre and post evil versions are mentioned.

→⚠ Warnings ⚠: unethical science,

→ Fandom: Unspecified

→ Genre: Headcanons

→ Pronouns: They/Them

The Backstory:

You were a scientist who worked on studying the organic matter samples Colonel Jameson had brought to earth. Unfortunately, one of those samples was capable of a lot more movement than originally believed.

Long story short: Some of it bonded with you, you quit soon after due to not wanting anyone to get suspicious then started working at Oscorp.

Pre Tentacles:

He, and almost every other co-worker, is a little bit curious about the fact that you quit your last job to work at Oscorp but drops the subject after the mention of an NDA (which wasn’t true)

Notices you talking to yourself a lot, but doesn’t question it much. Most of the scientists he works with have an odd habit or two.

You totally slip up and call yourself 'we' in a conversation, which he does bring up

"There's a perfectly reasonable explanation if you give me enough time to think of a lie."

On to the actual dating

You guys keep it on the down low and by that I mean absolutely nobody knows. He likes privacy

His love language is talking about his experiments and asking you about yours (and physical touch but that takes a while)

The symbiote makes the relationship difficult, especially because he doesn't know about it

You don’t ever tell him about the symbiote, the symbiote speaks for itself (literally, and to a disastrous extent)

He takes a while to process it, but once he does he shares his work on his tentacles

He tries not to think of the moral implications of the whole situation because he loves you and knows you wouldn't do harm intentionally (he is wrong)

Post Tentacles:

Ok so in most versions Otto goes missing for a brief time after the accident™

So what happens in this brief time?

Chaos. Pure chaos and fear

Not only are you distraught and angry but your symbiote also formed an emotional attachment

Absolutely no one gets a break. Criminals, civilians, co workers, Norman even Spider-Man

The streets are filled with nothing but fear and it stays like that until you get your Otto back

At which point:

Yay, evil power-couple time!

I mean what did you expect, you’re the host to a symbiote that eats people to survive and likes to commit crimes; there is almost nothing he could do that you either 1) haven’t already done or 2) had to literally fight yourself not to do

He changed after the accident, and it reminds you of when you first bonded with your symbiote. You try and be patient, knowing that he's still the same person, just with a different attitude and outlook on life.

With some communication skills being flexed, the relationship works out well

He also gains a new thing to be mad at the world about (Tabloids keep calling him a monsterfucker and so does your Symbiote)

It's that whole Roger and Jessica Rabbit thing except no one knows who's Roger or Jessica at any given moment.

You keep working at Oscorp to keep suspicions low and provide insider information

Yes, the suit makes you look very good - now do you want to be part of the Insidious Sinister Six or not?

You don’t want to fight Spider-Man head-on most of the time (much to the Symbiote's chagrin) so you agree to work with them, but not be on the team.

Anyway you end up kicking ass and now half the team is scared of you (Much to the Symbiote’s delight) (remember that episode in the 90s show were Venom Spider-Man almost kills Rhino and Shocker? Yeah you do something like that)

His ego may be nearing the size of the sun, but even then he’s slightly scared of what would happen if your symbiote gained full control. (Your symbiote likes him so his nerves are good, but still makes sure nothing happens that affects your memories)

Speaking of which he wants to do some - totally not evil because he loves you- experiments revolving around the Symbiote

Overall, the relationship is wholesome, if not unconventional.

#pop se sierskrif #doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #tssm x reader #doc ock #marvel x reader #x reader #symbiote reader

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blue-sadie · 5 months

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can I request avatar with a reader who is hard of seeing and needs a seeing the animal and they all freak out because reader somehow managed to find with a rather large group of viperwolves?

I hope this is what you were looking for, I made it platonic to make it more cute but I'll do a romantic one if this isn't what you were looking for.

The Blurriness

Sully family x blind Reader

Summary: the baby of the family is always protected

Warning: kinda yandere?

Yn/3rd person pov

You were the baby the little princess everyone adored even though you weren't the youngest, neytiri knew something was different when she was pregnant with you, she felt it.

They didn't figure it out straight away, neytiri was scared at first not knowing what is wrong with her child so she did everything in her power to figure it out, even your siblings knew something was wrong so they did everything to protect you but still include you in everything they did.

Norman was the first one to ask them because he watched as you would have your hands on everything and feeling along as you moved, when someone called you you would twist and turn looking for them intill they came closer to you.

Jake and neytiri refused at first but as they watched you more they saw it to and then their feelings of protectiveness increased they would tell your siblings not to take you to the cliffs or on trees because they were scared you'd get hurt, they'd also forbid you going off by yourself because they don't think you'd find your way back.

I listened to my mom hum as she prepared food I could feel her gaze on me every so often from my perch on a few of the boxes that layed around our home "is something the matter" she asked I could see her blurry form move around the small fire the shadow of it darkening my vision.

"Nothing everything is fine" I murmured closing my eyes and leaned my head back against the woven wall "are you excited for your outing with neteyam today" she said and I could hear her footsteps getting closer "yeah I am" I smiled it's been a few weeks since I've been down in the forest.

"Where's my baby sister" I cringed as I heard neteyam call me my nickname "logically tuk is the baby" I mumbled as mom grabbed my hand helping me to my feet "you'll always be a baby to me" he teased and took my hand from mom and slowly lead me out the tent.

He helped me onto his ikran and flew the both of us down to the ground "so how's trainings" I inquired as I slid off his ikran with him right behind me "it's.... challenging" he sighed taking my hand and leading me off into the forest the blurry colors of purple, blue and orange filling my gaze it made me smile.

"Oh I'm sorry" I whispered lightly squeezing his hand in a comforting manner "I'm here for you if you need me" I added making him chuckle "I know you are it's what siblings are for" I could hear the smile as he talked, we fell into a calm silence the ambiance of the forest taking over.

He took us to our normal spot which was by the glowing waterfalls, he sat me on the ground just far enough for my feet to reach the water "I just need to get some stuff for mom stay here and don't move" his voice became a bit stern as he spoke he always said this when we were out.

"Where am I supposed to go" I teased gesturing my hands around me "I can't see anything" he laughed at my words "you know what I mean" he called out as he walked away, I started to hum to myself enjoying the forest air as I waited, neteyam usually took about 3 to 6 minutes but if longer he would come check on me every now and then.

"Neteyam" I called out after hearing a few twigs creak but I knew I was wrong when I heard the chitering of the viper wolf's, I looked around furiously seeing a view black sploges move across my vision my breathing hitching as I felt the wind of one of them moving behind me.

My stomach dropped as I waited for an attack or anything but nothing came I could still hear them moving around me but they weren't attacking my eyebrows frowned in confusion what's wrong with them, I jerked as I felt their cold skin brush against mine as they walked past, my body sat frozen and the only noise I made was my soft breathes I need to stay calm.

They circled around a few times "yeah" neteyam yelled charging from the woods, I could hear the viper wolf's scatter as he ran toward me their chitering fading as they ran into the woods "what the hell was that" he asked breathlessly and I just shrugged, he quickly pulled me to my feet and back to his ikran "I'm gonna get killed" he muttered climbing on.

"What happened" my dad asked as neteyam told him and mom the story I could feel their protectiveness radiating off of them "oh my poor baby" mom cooed as she came to sit at my side pulling my body into her and kissing my forehead.

"I'm not letting you outside again"

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar pandora #avatar way of water #avatar x reader fluff #avatar fluff #sully family #sully family x reader #sully family platonic #sully family x reader fluff #sully family x sibling reader #sully family x sibling reader fluff

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m-jelly · 11 months

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Hey jelly! Can you write a Levi x reader where reader gets pregnant young like 18-19 and how the two of them would deal with that

Baking

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, country living AU, mechanic Levi, Levi is 21, you are 19, established relationship, fluff, romance, pregnancy, Kenny Ackerman, Kuchel Ackerman.

Concept: You discover you're pregnant and go on your lunch break to see your boyfriend while he's at work. The two of you talk and Levi can't contain his excitement. The two of you agree to keep the baby and talk to Levi's family and yours.

No tagging as I know some people get upset with pregnancy and others really hate them.

You sat on the toilet at work and stared at the test in your hands. You nibbled your lip as your family-run bakery in a quiet country town was busy as normal. You squeezed the test as your foot tapped on the floor. You let out a long sigh as you started to think about what you'd do if it was positive.

You looked down and saw your answer. "Another positive..." You cleaned up and put the tests in your skirt pocket. You smiled at your father when you left. "All okay."

He smiled softly. "Why don't you take your lunch break, okay? You've baked and decorated plenty."

"Okay." You leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Dad."

"You going to see Levi?"

You blushed a little. "Yeah."

Your dad chuckled. "You two are a wonderful couple. He's a good lad."

You fiddled with your skirt. "Yeah, he's amazing."

"Off you go then. He's probably wondering where you are."

You waved to your dad before hurrying through the town and saying hello to a lot of the locals. You felt your heart flutter when you saw Kenny's shop was open and your boyfriend was working on a car in the main big garage. You jogged over and slowed down when you admired his muscles moving, the sweat rolling down his skin, his swept back raven hair and a bit of oil on his skin.

You shifted closer and leaned to look at the engine. "Mm, I think I see the problem."

Levi perked up and looked over at you with a sweet smile. "Oh yeah?"

You nodded and hummed. "Yes. Your girlfriend is missing a kiss."

He stood up and placed his hand on the car. He smiled and leaned closer to you. "Forgive me."

You kissed Levi and hummed in happiness. "You smell nice."

"Tch, I smell like sweat and oil."

"I like it."

He hummed. "You're an odd one."

You looked around and sighed. "I know. So, are you free?"

He cleaned his hands with his rag. "I should be. I'll ask my uncle if I can take a break with you."

"Good, cause I need to talk to you about something."

He studied you before nodding. "All right. I'll be right back."

You shifted on your feet as you waited for Levi to return. You smiled at an old local man and gave him a shy wave. You pulled your skirt down a little as he eyed your legs. You whined a bit when he turned and started shuffling his way over to you. You wanted Levi to come back.

"Norman!" Kenny stormed over to the old man. "What you up to? You ain't got anything here. You got lost again?" He put his arm around the man and winked at you. "Let me help."

You mouthed thank you to Kenny before turning to Levi as he put his jacket over your shoulders. "Thanks."

Levi put his arm around you and escorted you away. "Everything okay?"

You pulled his jacket around you more. "Do you love me?"

Levi stopped and turned you in his arms. He cupped your face. "Of course! I love you more than anything. You are my life and soul." He kissed you and hummed. "Has someone said something?"

You shook your head. "No, no one has said anything."

"What's happened?"

You held his hand and pulled him along. "Come."

He walked with you to a seat under a tree in the field near Kenny's shop. He sat dow and saw a craving of your names in a heart he did with his knife a while back. He lightly traced it as he thought. "If it was something I did, I'm sorry."

You put your hand in your skirt pocket and pulled out the tests and sighed. "You did nothing wrong."

"What's wrong?"

You handed the tests over. "I found out a few minutes ago. I wanted to tell you first."

He turned the tests over as his eyes widened. "These real?"

You nodded and stood up and walked a bit. "I'm sorry. I umm...I know we're young and they weren't planned." You turned to face Levi. "We'll talk it over and see what to do."

Levi stood up as the tests dropped to the floor. "You're pregnant?"

You nodded. "I am."

He moved closer and paused as if he was approaching a scared creature and didn't want to hurt it. "A baby?"

You nodded and welled up. "Yeah."

Levi grabbed your arm and yanked you against him. "A baby!" He threw you up into the air making you squeal. He caught you and spun around with you. "A baby!"

You laughed a little. "Yeah!"

He put you on your feet and kissed you with all the love and passion in his heart. "I can't believe it. This is amazing! I'm going to be a dad with the love of my life!" He jumped around and punched the air before picking up the tests. "I wonder if it's a girl or boy! We'll have to think of names and buy things for them already."

You giggled. "Levi."

He stopped and gazed at you. "I'm sorry." He walked closer with caution. "I got too excited." He held your hands. "What do you want, my love? What do you want to do?"

You squeezed Levi's hands. "If you want to, I do want to keep them. I really do. I want to be a mum as long as you're the dad. I don't want to leave you. I love you more than anything and I don't want the baby to be a reason we stay together."

Levi dropped to his knees and looked up at you as he said your name. "Look at me, okay?"

You gazed at him. "Yes, Levi."

He kissed your hands as he smiled. "I love you. I love you so much. I want to be with you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want so many little babies with you."

You dove into Levi's arms. "Me too!"

Levi squeezed you tightly. "I'm glad." He sighed. "I'm so glad."

You pulled back and smiled. "The onesies are going to be adorable."

He chuckled. "They will!" He shifted you. "We need to tell our parents." Levi picked you up and put you on your feet once he stood up. "Let's tell my mum and Kenny first. Mum will tell my dad and then we'll go see your dad."

You hummed in thought. "Umm...Could I call my dad over? I want them all to know."

"Okay, sure."

You tapped on your phone and called your dad. "Hey, Dad are you able to come to Kenny's shop? I need to tell you something."

Your dad said your name softly. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, we just need to talk."

"I'll be over in a bit then. I am due a break. I'll leave the bakery to the others. On my way! Love you, kid."

"Love you, Dad." You ended the call and smiled at Levi. "He's coming."

Levi let out a long sigh. "Please don't kill me."

You giggled. "He won't."

Levi groaned a bit and pulled you into the reception area of the shop. "Hey, ma? Can we talk?"

Kuchel smiled. "Sure thing." She waved at you. "Hey sweetheart."

You waved at her. "Hey."

Levi sat and pulled you onto his lap. "We need Kenny as well."

You nodded. "My dad is showing up in a bit."

Kuchel stood up slowly. "Everything okay?"

Levi nodded. "Yeah."

Kuchel ran and grabbed Kenny before sitting down together and waiting for your dad. She waved at your dad when he finally joined. She made everyone a drink as everyone felt a bit nervous. You waited for everyone to settle down before speaking.

You gulped hard. "So, I got some news today about something that will change all our lives for good."

Your dad frowned. "Sweetie, what's happened?"

You shifted on Levi's lap. "I'm pregnant. Levi and I have talked and we want to keep them. So, you're going to be grandparents and a great uncle."

Kuchel jumped up and down. "Baby!"

Your dad welled up. "My baby is having a baby!" He rubbed his tears. "I'm so happy."

Kenny laughed. "I didn't know your dick worked."

Kuchel smacked his gut. "Don't be rude!"

You got up and hugged your dad. "Are you mad?"

He cupped your face and laughed as he cried. "I'm not mad! Not one bit. I'm happy for you both. If you need any help at all, I'm here for you. If he leaves you I will murder him."

"Dad."

Levi walked over and shook your dad's hand. "I accept those terms. I won't ever leave her. I want to be a loving husband and father."

Your father smiled. "Good lad."

Kuchel hugged you. "This is so cute! A little baby. Oh, this will be so cute. We'll support you too. I have some of Levi's old stuff I can donate and I'll help you buy new things."

Your dad nodded. "I'll donate and help you buy as well."

You hugged Levi's side. "Thank you, both of you."

Kenny stood up and sighed. "Count me in too. I'll help you take care of the little one. Anything you need, call on me."

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 7 months

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Another version of yandere Miles Quaritch x pregnant reader. You decided to not run away and your friends left.

You avoided Lyle for kissing you and confessing his so called love for you. You didn't believe him. You don't believe in love anymore. He probably just lusted you.

Like Quaritch. The Colonel was busy more than usual. He managed to put all assets under his command. Which meant Selfridge doesn't have power anymore under code Red. You wondered if Selfridge threw another tantrum.

He must have. You were no fool.

You then received the worst phone call of your life. It didn't came from the old man.

Worse. From your friends. Norman called you.

.. Quaritch came earlier and he was in a calmer mood. He came while you were cooking. He made you stop what you were doing and held your hand and led you to the cafe.

The Colonel made you stop drinking coffee due to pregnancy. Even decaf. He made you drink tea. You hated tea. But you had no choice.

He then left you to get a beer from the bar across the hall. You looked at him curiously. "Did something happen?"

The Colonel smirked. "Nothing gets pass you, doll."

"That simp was whining and bitching. I finally choked Selfridge's ugly face. He won't be bothering us anymore."

Your eyes widened. Even his own boss was scared of the Colonel

The Colonel loved your expression. He drank some beer.

Then he narrowed his eye. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head no.

"don't give me that bullshit. What did you do?" He snapped.

"Nothing gets pass you." You mumbled. The Colonel raised his brow. "Can you please not be angry if I tell you?"

The Colonel was quiet then he clenched his jaw. "Fine. Whatever."

You bowed your head. "Grace is dead."

You cannot lie from him.

Quaritch put his beer aside. "How do you know this?" He leaned in. "have you been talking to Sully?"

You nodded.

He demanded you your phone. You handed to him. The Colonel looked at it. "Since I promised I won't get mad, you being pregnant with triplets. I won't bother tracking him. No way bows and arrows can defeat me."

The Colonel stood up. Then he threw your cell to the ground. The others in the cafe stared.

"what are-"

He smashed the device with the heel of his boot and grinded it for good measure.

He smiled sadistically at you. "That bitch Augustine challenged me to shoot her. I did. I am a man of my word."

The Colonel dragged you back to the room. He ordered you to strip. Better than ripping your clothes off himself.

He fondled your round stomach. "I am going to fill you with my cum to the brim in your cunt. Maybe add a fourth baby."

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