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gentlyweeps-world · 3 months

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Surprise! 💖

summary: Your “talking stage” pays you a surprise visit.

pairing: logie sarge x reader

warnings: none

rom-com type fic 🫧

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You and Logan had a “talking stage”. Really it was a “I want to be in a relationship with you and I’m in love with you but not right now”. Your job was chaotic and draining- and well his job was certainly more chaotic and draining.

Although your two friends didn’t know this, so when you guys met up for your monthly breakfast date, they were shocked.

“Wait- but he was totally in love with you?!” Your best friend says, disbelief evident on her face.

“Okay that’s beside the point!” You say with a sigh, setting down your drink.

“But you made a Pinterest board specifically for him in case you two got married.”

“Okay that is definitely beside the point!” You say in embarrassment.

“What’s the point?” Your other friend asks, her hands wrapped tightly around her latte and eyebrows furrowed.

“The point is we were both too busy to be in a relationship..I’m sure he’s moved on” You say, taking a sip of your own drink.

“Bullshit!” Your best friend exclaims, “This man was absolutely head over heels for you. He’s not the type to move on.”

“He’s a formula driver! I’m sure he has and with someone much better than me!” You say with an annoyed sigh.

“Excuse me?” Your best friend scoffs, “I am 100% sure there is not a better woman than you out there.”

“Tell that to Logan!”

“Well- Valentine’s Day is in a few days, maybe he’ll say something to you”

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Did you see Logan’s story?

No, what is it?

Check Insta

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logansargeant posted to their story

I told you he moved on

Y/n honey be honest here

I am! He moved on

No he didn’t

He’s in town for Valentine’s Day, that’s not a coincidence

Yes it is

Whatever just be at my house around 4

Okayyy

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youruser no men here 💋

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yourbsf NO MEN 🗣️🗣️

yourbsf except for Drew Starkey 🤭

youruser and Aaron Taylor Johnson 🤭

yourfriend SLAYYYYY

yourfriend galentines day for the win 🫶

youruser always and forever 🤍

yourfriend2 where was my invite 🤨

youruser Jake, you are a guy

yourfriend2 So???

youruser that’s not how it works

yourfriend2 booooooo

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“Okay so hypothetically- what if Logan was in town for you and he bought the flowers for you?” You best friend says, taking a sip of the alcoholic mixture you made.

“Okay, stop.” You say, waving your hands in the air and looking over at her, “That’s a big hypothetical and it’s not going to happen. And even so, how would I even know that’s his intention?”

“Because he liked your post!” Your other friend says, eyes lighting up.

“I genuinely think you two are delusional, and I’m supposed to be the delusional one!” You say, taking a sip of your drink.

“Oh shut up!” Your best friend groans, rolling her eyes. “You know that man is still in love with you. Stop being so dense.”

“Okay but if he still loves me then why wasn’t he ready to commit?” You say.

“Because he had a busy race schedule, and so did you!” Your friend yells, “How many times do we need to go over this?”

“Enough times so I can move on..” You say with a groan, leaning into your couch.

“Not a chance.” Your best friend scolds. “I’ve known you for over seven years and I’ve never seen you as happy as when you were around him. You can try to move on all you like, but you’re just going to be miserable.”

“This is supposed to be galentines day! Do we have to talk about him??” You say giving your friends a look.

“We’re just stating the obvious here.” Your best friend scoffs, “Just admit you’d like to get back with him and we can move on from this.”

“Okay yes- if I was given the opportunity to actually be in a relationship with him or even start talking to him again I would!” You admit with a huff, “Now can we put on a rom-com?” You say with a sigh.

“See? Now was that so hard?” Your best friend says with a smirk as she scoots closer to you on the couch. Your other friend laughs and puts on “13 going on 30”.

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You hum to yourself as you clean up the dishes and food from earlier. You could hear a soft knock on your apartment door over the sounds of Justin Timberlake.

“Coming!” You say, dropping the trash bag and going to your door, opening it to see Logan, who holds a bouquet of roses in his hands.

“Surprise?” He says with a sheepish grin.

You’re silent for a moment, taking him in and noticing the roses in his hands. Your expression is a mix of surprise and confusion but you say nothing and invite him inside.

“Why- why?” You say, not sure what to say as you turn to face him.

He steps inside and looks around, noticing the messy counters and dishes still in the sink. He turns to you and places the roses on your countertop.

“I realized I needed you back in my life- Is this a bad time? I can come back later.” His words were fast and jittery, eyes averted and cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“No- no..it’s not a bad time!” You say, “I was just uhm- cleaning up from earlier with my friends..” You say with a small smile.

“Okay- good.” He lets out a nervous sigh and shifts his feet a little as he looks around your home.

“So I have no idea what to say.” He speaks up, “But I’ve been thinking about you a lot- I missed talking to you, and I just felt the need to bring you flowers. I’m sorry if it’s random.”

“It’s okay Logan..it’s not random” You say with a smile, “I would had said something myself but I thought you moved on and didn’t want to be with me”

“Never.” He whispers, his eyes locking with yours, “I’ll never move on from you.”

He takes a deep breath and steps towards you, the tension building the closer he gets.

“I’ve always wanted to be with you, but I wanted to be there fully for you” He says softly, reaching to lace your fingers together.

You feel like time just stops the moment your hands connect. He lets out another sigh before taking a deep breath and continuing.

“I want to be ready for you, for us. But I don’t want to keep you waiting anymore. You’re incredible- and I’m an idiot for letting time pass like this.”

“Yeah you are an idiot, but you’re cute” You say with a small laugh, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

He kisses back, wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you close to his body. He pulls away after a moment, his cheeks flushed and a smile on his face. “I missed that.”

“I missed it too”

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alex_albon replied to your story

alex_albon Is this that Y/n girl you always talked about?

logansargeant NO

alex_albon So yes?

logansargeant yes

oscarpiastri replied to your story

oscarpiastri Tell Y/n I say hello

logansargeant okay

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williamsracing You have some explaining to do Sarge 🤨

logansargeant don’t worry about it admin 🫶

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yourbsf I TOLD HER

logansargeant ????

yourbsf don’t worry

logansargeant okay 👍

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jv.f1 Please explain

logansargeant really? you too James?

jv.f1 Yes

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radio 🪩: I know Valentine’s Day is a bit away but I thought this was so cute 🫶

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reverie-starlight · 6 months

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this one goes out to everyone who gets horrible back pain and big emotions before/on their period. aka me last month when I started this fic but was in too much pain to finish it lmao. notes from when I started it: get me a heating pad, a blanket and a hug stat. is it so wrong to want to be taken care of and babied a bit after doing it on your own for so long? I think not.

gn!reader that gets periods, no physical descriptions. extreme fluff.

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as soon as he got home, he frantically shimmied out of his jacket and shoes and made a beeline for your bedroom. he was worried about you- a fear that was founded on some text messages you had sent him about being in so much pain you couldn't even sit up properly.

upon entering, he was met with a sight that made his heart clench up a bit. he let out a sigh and made his way over to where you were curled up under a fuzzy throw blanket, scrolling on your phone. despite the discomfort he could see you were in, when you noticed him enter the room, you tried to smile and move to greet him.

he quickly crouched down by the side of the bed and stopped you from getting up. his hand moved to caress your cheek and he smiled at you in return.

"hey sweetheart," his voice was quiet and soft, knowing you were probably feeling too horrible for anything more than that.

he also knew that you probably needed (and wanted) lots of TLC. you usually did in the days leading up to your period and that was fine- he was always more than willing to baby you a bit, whether you were feeling poorly or not. "rough day?"

your smile fell at his words and a pout took its place. his heart clenched again, this time out of affection, and he silently scolded himself for thinking you looked cute while in crisis.

you nodded and nuzzled into his hand a bit. "hurts," you mumbled.

"what hurts?" he asked, running his thumb under your eye. your skin felt warm and he made a mental note to get you something cold to balance out the heating pad he could see peeking out from under the blanket and behind your figure.

you shifted a little and whined when a sharp pain shot through your body. his hand immediately went to your hip, trying to soothe you however he could. "my back, mostly. my thighs, too."

seeing you in pain was always one of his least favourite things. it was a monthly occurrence, so he should have been used to it by now, but he knew he never would be.

but if there was one good thing to come from your suffering, it was that he knew how to take care of you exactly how you needed.

he hummed at your response and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'm sorry, my love. will you wait here for me while I get changed and grab some things for you?"

you cracked a small smile. "it's not like I could go very far without help anyway, so yeah, I'll be here."

he chuckled and stood back up, but before he could turn, you weakly grabbed at his hand. when he looked down at you, he wasn't surprised in the slightest to see a hesitant look on your face.

now that you had him, you didn't want him to leave, even if you did just say you were fine with it.

once again he sighed fondly and gripped your hand a bit tighter, crouching back down and pressing his forehead against yours. your eyes got a bit teary and he nudged his nose against yours. "baby, I promise I'll be back so soon. I'm just going to the kitchen and the bathroom to get a couple of things, and then I'll be over by the dresser where you can see me."

your lip started to wobble a bit and he frowned a little, feeling bad that he was the source of your sadness in that moment.

"but you just got here... please don't leave..."

fuck. he bit his lip. you sounded so dejected that it made him want to abandon everything and jump in bed with you, but...

"sweetheart... I promise I won't even be five minutes. I'll be back in no time, and then I'm going to wrap you up in my arms and work on making my baby feel all better, okay? but you need to let me go so I can come back."

you sniffled and nodded against him, reluctantly letting go of his hand and pulling the corner of the duvet up to bury your face into as a replacement for him.

he smiled down at you and pressed a kiss to your temple before quickly making his way out of the room. he made a promise for under five minutes and he intended to keep it.

from the kitchen, he got you a bottle of water from the fridge, and something he had hidden away from you for moments like these, just incase you got hungry later. then he made his way to the bathroom and tried to balance everything in one large hand as he got some pain meds from the cabinet before walking back out into the hall.

he checked his watch. two minutes to spare.

you visibly lit up when he walked back into the bedroom with everything in his arms, watching closely as he set some things down on his side of the bed. you put your arms out for him, but he just chuckled and shook his head.

"gotta change first, baby, I'll be right there."

you nodded a little, clearly getting impatient, but you didn't push him to hurry. instead, he felt the intensity of your gaze on him as he put on some sweats and took off his shirt. grinning teasingly, he looked over his shoulder at you.

"see something you like? you're burning holes in my back."

you didn't say anything until he moved to put on an old t-shirt. "leave it off."

he turned around and raised an eyebrow at you. "hm?"

you gave him an embarrassed look and turned your face away. "please leave it off... I just wanna feel you."

he nodded in understanding, not even thinking of teasing you further in your state of mind and tossed the t-shirt onto the chair in the corner of your room. sometimes skinship was just nice.

he got into the bed behind you as gently as he could so he wouldn't hurt you further, but then asked a favour of you. "my love, do you think you can turn over to face me?"

you nodded and slowly but surely shifted onto your back, taking a second to adjust, before moving again to turn on your other side. he smiled at you. "thank you, darling, I know moving’s not easy right now."

you pouted up at him in response and he shifted a bit as well, running a hand up and down your back to soothe you.

he formed a fist and started applying some gentle pressure to your lower back and you mewled as some of the pain was relieved.

“does that feel okay, my love?” he really tried to lay it on thick with the pet names- trying to be as sweet and attentive as possible.

you weren’t complaining one bit.

“feels nice… thank you.” you mumbled, pressing your face against his chest and throwing an arm over his torso.

he nuzzled his nose into your scalp and pressed light kisses in a line along the area. “I’m sorry you had to deal with this alone today.”

you shook your head against him. “it’s okay, it’s better now that you’re here.”

he trailed the hand that wasn’t focused on your back to your upper thigh, gently digging into the soft flesh and making you groan. “that’s amazing, thank you.”

after a couple moments of comfortable silence, he realized that you were trying really hard not to fall asleep.

“poor thing, you must’ve been exhausted all day, hm?” he slid his hand under your shirt and rubbed his warm palm over your skin, making you mewl and cuddle closer to his chest.

you nodded a bit and rested your cheek against his collarbone. “couldn’t fall asleep cause of the pain.”

he kissed your forehead kept smoothing his palm over your skin. “you can sleep now, baby, I’ve got you.”

you peeked up at him and he melted at the soft, sleepy look in your eyes. “you’ve got me?”

he nods and for the third time that day, his feels his heart clench because of you. “I’ve got you, you’re safe with me. just rest, you deserve it.”

“you won’t leave while I’m sleeping?” your words were slurred and he bit back a soft laugh that was bubbling up. he’s never loved anything as much as he has loved you. what a pleasure it’s been and always will be.

“I won’t leave, darling. I’m not going anywhere. ever. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

you seemed satisfied with that answer and finally let yourself succumb to the sleep you’d been denied all day. he knew you had it rough some months, and he hated that you had to endure it, but he was more than glad to be your main source of comfort during those times.

“sleep well, baby,” he kissed the top of your head one last time before you fully dozed off, still gently rubbing your back. “sweet dreams.”

KUROO, GETO, kirishima, sakusa, hawks, any and all of your favs honestly.

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(I fully wrote this with kuroo in mind, then I was like WAIT this really fits geto too, so that’s why those two are bolded and tagged. but it can be whoever you want 🫶🏻)

#geto x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x reader fluff #geto x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader #jjk x reader #bnha x reader #jjk fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #mha fluff #bnha fluff

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shadowlali · 9 months

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COD - Phillip Graves x fem!reader

[18+] wc: 1.8k summary: phillip comes home to find his lovely fiancé lounging by the pool. masterlist

warnings: NSFW, age gap (fem!reader in her 20s and graves is in his 40s), explicit, engaged/domestic couple, oral (fem! receiving), p in v, creampie, first time writing and writing smut (i’m still learning lol), some proofreading a/n: first thing i ever wrote

You were attracted to his powerful and charming persona the first time you two met. You had gone out to a nice restaurant with your friends and the entire table was sent a round of drinks. Once the waiter told you a man at the bar had sent them as an introduction to you, you turned towards the bar and saw him. He looked to be in his 40s, with muscled arms and tailored clothing. Phillip raised his glass, smiled, and looked away. You smiled in return and were eventually persuaded by your friends to go and say thank you.

His dirty, blonde hair and blue eyes were captivating. He was older than you, confident, and cultured. It wasn’t your intention to flirt with him, only thank him for the drinks and return to your friends. However, the conversation flowed naturally and you both enjoyed being in each other’s presence. You exchanged information and a week later, you went on your first date with him.

As you two started dating, you realized just how much he loved his job and the people he worked with. Fortunately for the both of you, his busy schedule worked well as you were independent and enjoyed being on your own. His way of showing you appreciation was expensive gifts and monthly allowances.

You realized just how much fun it was to be spoiled. Once he proposed a year later, he bought you a cozy home with a vast pool in the backyard. You had mentioned before how your dream was to buy a house with a pool so you could swim and tan whenever you wanted. While he had bought the house to fulfill your dream, he couldn’t deny how much it excited him to have you slip on bikinis and relax outside.

It's the day after a fun night out with your friends and you're lounging by the pool. You've dozed off with the warm sun on your skin so you don’t hear the back door open. Phillip tried so hard to ensure his mission went well but most importantly (and selfishly), making sure the mission finished fast. He's grateful you're understanding when it comes to his line of work, but he can’t deny how much he missed you while he was away.

He rounds the pool and sees you lying face down on the chaise. You're sleeping and don’t feel his hand slowly sweeping over the back of your leg to find the warmth between your thighs. He teases the seam of your bikini and removes his hand to lightly squeeze your waist. You jump at the pressure and let out a short scream once you realize who it is.

“Baby, your home!”

He laughs as you quickly turn to wrap your arms around his neck. He smells like soap and laundry, which means he took the time to clean up at his headquarters before coming home. Phillip’s head turns to fuse his mouth to yours in a hungry kiss.

His tongue teases the seam of your lips to then push it inside your mouth the moment you give a small moan. His hands tangle in and pull your hair until you felt a slight sting on your scalp. You moan louder and begin pulling at his belt buckle. He stops your hands to slightly pull your head back.

“It's been a while since I’ve had you, doll. Lie back down. I want to taste my sweet girl,” he says, gently pushing you down.

You whine, ”Phillip please, I need you inside of me.”

“You’ll have me once you’re ready. Lie down, now,” he scolds.

You quickly lie down and spread your thighs. You can feel your wetness seeping through your tiny bikini. Your heart is beating fast in your chest and you can feel a deep pulsing inside of you. His hands pull your hips towards him and he kneels down by the end of the chair. Phillip squeezes your hips before peeling the bikini from your stickiness.

“Oh sweetheart,” he groans, ”look at how pretty your pussy is.” He gives a light kiss right above your clit, ”so wet and sweet for me.”

His tongue gives a few long swipes up and down, up and down. You shudder, “Oh fuck, Phillip!”

Phillip continues with the rough swipes of his tongue on your pussy. He adds two fingers gently into your entrance and begins thrusting them with a slight curve upwards. He missed this tremendously.

While he loves being on missions, he loves being home with you much more. Your taste and body are sweet and perfect to him. Everytime he leaves, he counts down the days until he can have you in his arms once more (and on your back). Your stomach clenches and you swipe your top to reach and twist your sensitive nipples.

“Yeah sweet girl, play with your pretty tits for me,” he says as his fingers speed up their movement.

His mouth latches onto your clit and you feel him begin to suck. He alternates between sucking your sensitive clit to giving gentle bites. His other hand holds your lower stomach down as you squirm from the pleasure. Each lick, suck, and bite feels like heaven. Your body responds to him so well.

“Please Phillip,” you whine, ”don’t stop!”

“I know baby, I know. I’ll give you what you need.”

He removes his fingers and mouth and gives three quick, stinging slaps to your pussy. You gasp loudly and clench, around nothing, empty and needy. He does it again, a few more rough swipes with his tongue and with his fingers inside of you. He likes hearing you whimper and decides to torture you once more.

Another few, quick slaps land on your clit. You feel an electric shock across your entire body until the exquisite, numbing warmth spreads throughout. He quickly sucks your clit and thrusts his fingers in as your orgasm hits you with full force.

Your warm wetness coats his tongue and he moans at the taste. After a few more moments, he removes his mouth and slows down his fingers as your full body quivers stop. His mouth presses light kisses and his tongue licks up your stickiness from your inner thighs.

He gives a light laugh, “was that good, baby?”

You can only respond with a small whimper.

He slowly makes his way up your body and presses kisses to your hips and stomach. He removes your top and gives your tits a firm squeeze. Phillip grazes his teeth around each breast until he bites and sucks each nipple.

His clothes are still on, but that doesn’t stop him from grinding down on your lower belly. Once again, you reach for his belt buckle and luckily this time he doesn’t stop you. Your hand wraps around him, so deliciously warm and hard. You begin to lightly squeeze and rub while using your other hand to tilt his head up towards you. Your mouths lock and you lap at the taste of you off his tongue.

He groans deeply and makes quick work of removing his jeans and shirt. He gives you one more hard kiss before bringing your hips down to his.

“You’re gonna remind me how flexible you are, sweet girl?” He asks, bending your thigh up to your chest.

“Yes – yes I will!” you breathe heavily as your hips began to move once you feel him slide his cock up and down your slit.

You both moan loudly once he presses himself inside. He gives one more thrust and he's fully sheathed in your warmth. His hand grips your waist to stop your rolling hips, dropping his forehead down to yours. He brushes away the hair stuck to the side of your face, both of your bodies beginning to sweat.

“You feel so perfect and warm, baby. Like you were molded just for me.” He gives a hard thrust and grunts once you squeeze down on him.

“Please Phillip, no more teasing. I need you!”

A man like him is trained to have restraint in any situation. Therefore, while it kills him to not immediately fuck you into the chaise, he decides it's worth it to tease you just a little bit more.

“What do you need, sweet girl? Tell me exactly what you need.” his hips continue their slow, controlled grind.

You whimper and pressed a kiss to his mouth and chin. Your hands run up and down his back as your nails lightly scratch him. You look up at him with wide, glazed eyes, ”I need – I need you to fuck me. Hard.”

He smiles and nips your bottom lip. He slowly pulls his hips back and immediately thrusts his cock in. The stretch and slight sting from his size feel beautiful. The orgasm he gave you made you incredibly sensitive. The veins along his cock rub back and forth against your inner walls.

His head dropped down to your neck to lap and nip at your sensitive skin. His hand travel to your thigh pushed against your chest and spread it open even more. His thrusts are hard and steady. He loves the velvet feel of your walls and how tightly you squeeze him. Your whimpers only encourage him to deepen and quicken his thrusts.

“Oh fuck, baby. Do you know how perfect you are? Do you know how perfect your pussy feels?” he groans into your ear.

It's difficult for you to respond. Your breathing becomes erratic and your nails dig deeper into his back to keep him as close as possible. Your bodies are sticky with sweat and your wetness.

The sounds in the backyard are a mixture of loud moans and your bodies slapping against each other. He moves a hand to your clit after swiping through your folds to gather your slick.

“I’m almost there baby, I need you there,” he states as he swipes his thumb quickly over your clit.

It only takes a few swipes of his thumb to take you over the edge. Your eyes roll back and your pussy squeezes hard on him. He moans loudly as his thrusts become short and sloppy. You feel his warm cum spill inside of you.

He continues moving his hips, as if making sure his cum stays deep inside. After a few moments, he stops the movement of his hips and drops his body over yours. Both of you bask in the warmth of the sun and the afterglow of your love making.

You feel so satisfied and truly happy. He's back home, safe and in your arms. He rolls off of you after a few minutes and flips you so you can lay your head on top of his chest.

“Welcome home, Phillip.”

He squeezes your hand and rubs his thumb over the ring he gave you with a smile on his face. “Thanks, sweet girl.”

#phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x female reader #phillip graves smut #cod x reader #cod mw2 #phillip graves #cod mw2 smut #graves x reader #graves x you #shadowlali

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penvisions · 12 days

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wish i never met you {a garnish one shot}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Professor! Reader (formally known as Bartender! Reader)

Summary: Fear of rejection and messing up so beyond comprehension makes you regret crossing the professional line and getting to know Joel as you do now.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: canon typical language, joel thinks he's the one in charge but we all know it's really reader, religious contemplation, mentions of past trauma, mentions of bad family dynamics, smoking, consumption of alcohol, menstruation, talk of menstruation, blood, cramps, muscle soreness, unorthodox pregnancy announcement, reader is a hot mess, allusions to adult content, allusions to smut, mentions of past p in v, might need to add more if i missed anything!

A/N: wrote this as part of a fun, silly fic title prompt game submission from a sweet anon. it totally inspired an angsty din piece at first that i have in my drafts but then these two slammed into my brain and hijacked the idea. i just love them, your honor. i have so much love for them. NOW I KNOW THIS SUBJECT MATTER ISN'T FOR EVERYONE, I REALLY DEBATED POSTING THIS OVER THE LAST FEW DAYS BC I KNOW IT'S NOT EVERYONE'S CUP OF TEA but i feel like this is a good trajectory for these two, truly. i'm so sorry if anyone disagrees with the direction i took this in and i hopei t doesn't take away from the original series for y'all

ao3 link || series masterlist || main masterlist || ko-fi

“No, fuck off.” Was the quick response to a wide palm caressing over your back. You were hunched over your crossed legs on the couch, aware of how bad the position was for your posture. But it was the only way to find any relief on your aching back. You had thought it was cramps at first, really, but then you realized all the symptoms of your monthly cycle fell in line with something else when the bleeding never started.

“Excuse me, darlin’? You sure you wanna use that language with me?” Joel’s deep voice was tinged with an edge, giving you the chance to retract your expletives. You were never so outright with your denial, never wanting to deny the man a few feet away. But the way in which you had expressed it to an obviously exhausted Joel was maybe too bold for the late hour. But you didn’t take it, instead repeating yourself.

“Kindly, fuck off. Don’t touch me.” You pulled away from him, hunching lower under his hand to break the contact.

“That’s not much better, ya know.” Joel’s hands shifted to his waist, a thick brow raised as he took in the sight of you nearly balled up, the faint light of the screen lighting up your face as you ignored him.

A harsh contraction of your muscles had you groaning out, “I wish I never met you.”

“C’mon now, you don’t mean that.” Joel huffed, trying to keep his calm, but you knew it was hard for him even if you really didn’t feel all that good. You never took your pain or frustration out on him like this, it was always soft murmurs of ‘hold me’ or ‘can I borrow your warmth’. Never the way you were reacting now.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into y-“ His mouth snapped shut, eyes focusing on the screen. On the words you had typed into the search engine. Normally he would tease you over the typos, your fingers not working as quick as you mind for all the grace and focus you normally had to expertly wield a sharp knife.

Your heart thumped at the sudden silence. The fizzling tension that had filled the room.

“Don’t!” You gasped out, slamming the laptop closed and shielding the device with your body completely.

“Darlin’…” You swore you could hear the cogs turning in his head. Thinking back on the depraved as desperate way you had been seeking him out when he returned home from a late shift at the restaurant even despite the haze of sleep, in the mornings before you had to peel yourself away to go to campus, the photos you had brazenly sent him without warning that had him shielding or turning his phone over throughout the day. Thinking back on the way you had been inhaling food at any occasion, none of your normal contemplation or silence after what you considered a binge. Thinking back on the way you had begun to complain of your work clothing feeling wrong and too tight on your aching body as you dressed in the morning.

When he moved to sit on the other side of the couch, far too close for comfort, you shied away and pressed your back into the arm on your end.

“Not gonna touch ya, you have my word.” He raised his hands placatingly, his expression so soft that the tears burst from you without warning.

“You do-don’t wanna touch me. Not anymo-more.” Hiccups jolted your body, making the skin you were already uncomfortable in tingle. “I ruined ev-everything.”

He regarded you with a small frown, his plush lips pulled down as he clasped his hands together in his lap. Just as he opened his mouth to speak the words flew from you.

“I remember what you said, on the line.” You narrowed your eyes at him as they echoed in your head.

‘It had been a slow day, prep and cleaning taking over most of the evening shift. It had been back before you had taken on a role in the kitchen. Sneaking fries from the bowl of them on the expo line. They hadn’t been hot or even salted, but they were better than snacking on the fruity garnishes at the bar.

He had been passing the time with who you hadn’t known at the time was his brother, Tommy. Who had driven into the city to help take a look at the empty lot beside the restaurant, both of them contemplating the construction of a patio. But they had ended up in the kitchen, hunger too strong a call.

While Joel was on the line, Tommy was beside you, sneaking fries with a wink in your direction. But you ignored him, focused on looking through the catalogue of one of your vendors. Trying to make a seasonal menu. But your ears caught the harsh grunt of the man your eyes trailed over in the midst of busy nights.

“Wouldn’t do it, no.”

“C’mon, you seriously tellin’ me you wouldn’t baby sit for me if I were to gift you with a niece or nephew.”

“No, ‘m too old. Hire a babysitter.”

“You’re full of it ‘n you know it.”

“Brother, a baby is a lot of work. Now, your baby? Even more so.” Joel leveled his brother with a look that silenced any other argument on the matter.’

The moment he realized what you were talking about, his brows flew up into his hairline and he breathed out a hearty chuckle.

“Darlin’, I was just givin’ him a hard time. You gotta know that.”

“I didn’t know you.” You stood up from the couch, body protesting the movement. Cupping a hand over your mouth, you breathed harshly as you tried to tamp down a bout of nausea. “And now that I do, I’m gonna have to consider literally everything on my own and I’m gonna hate how much it hurts to not know you any longer. I wish I-“

“No,” He sighed, brow furrowing before he pinned you with a serious expression. “You do know me now and I wouldn’t turn my back on you, on this. I’m in it, pretty girl, no matter what you decide to do.”

When you whipped away from him, shuddering breaths wracking your sore body, the crack of your voice on a sob spurred him into motion. His arms came around you slowly, giving you the chance to retreat if it wasn’t something you wanted. But you let him, the feel of his chest warm and soothing on your aching back. The push of his soft stomach comforting. His chin hooked over a shoulder, and he spoke in such a somber tone.

“Darlin’, I always thought I was too old to do this again. But I haven’t crossed fifty quite yet and the thought of you carrying my child, of loving me and my child. God, I would give anything for it to be our future. To see you blossom into yourself more, to show our baby the same devotion you give to everything in your life, you deserve somewhere to put all your love.”

One of his hands moved over the one you had on your middle. Holding you so secure, holding you both so secure.

“Joel…it’s a lot. It’s….we’re not even-“ You turned in his arms, facing him. His beautiful, open expression so full of love and adoration, all of it for you. Your heart melted in your chest, dripping low to flutter in your stomach. You weren’t even overtly religious, left over from the trauma of your childhood. Of being forced to attend mass and important holidays alongside your grandparents. The denial of your father never urging you to seek out a higher power in replacement. But the thought of technically being single and going through something like this. It made you afraid.

“There’s a ring in my sock drawer. Got it the day of our first do over date. ‘s why I was so close to the campus. It’s yours. I’m yours. This could be yours. But only if you want it.” Joel’s forehead lightly thumped against yours as he pressed in close. His breath a warm wash over your face, smelling faintly of cigarette smoke.

Looking between each of his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitancy from him it was quiet. When you didn’t find any, you felt a smile pull at your lips as you nodded your head in affirmation. Wet laughter bubbling up as his lips pressed to yours, a smile of his own for you to feel on them.

“But I still expect you to propose, can’t skip any steps with me. I know you think you’re hot shit with being crowned the city’s most prolific chef of the year but I swear to-“

He cut you off with another kiss, his moustache ticking your upper lip as he nipped at your bottom one.

“I don’t wanna miss any steps with ya, darlin’. I’m here for ‘em all.”

It was hard to ignore the stirring of other feelings in your body, drowning out the aches and pains. But when realization hit you, you pulled back with wide eyes.

“We’re gonna have to stop drinking and smoking!”

“We?”

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luvrrszn · 6 months

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broken promises, broken hearts

MIGUEL O'HARA x FEM READER

summary miguel o'hara, usually a man of his words, seems to break his promises to you very casually, leaving behind a broken heart

warnings angst, surprise pregnancy, unprotected sex (not explicit), asshole!miguel, not proofread

a/n idk anymore bro... requests plz i'm soo bored thanks baes

masterlist

you and miguel first started your "arrangement" when monthly spider-society dinners became a thing. how it became a thing? great question.

"lyla, we don't need to waste time on such frivolous matters like dinner events. spider-society was started to preserve the multiverse from any possible threat, not to have dinner parties." miguel grumbled.

"i told you, it'll boost morale. it'll also help you seem less...cold." lyla retorted, flickering on miguel's shoulder.

"i'm their boss, not their friend. get back to work, lyla."

"come on, miguel. it'll be beneficial for everyone, i promise." lyla was relentless, and miguel finally caved, groaning in exasperation, "okay, okay. can we get back to work now?"

miguel, needing a date to these frequent dinner events (or as lyla called them, dinner banquets), decided to ask you. his human assistant, the one he'd go to for help when he decided he'd had enough of lyla for one day. seeing no harm in agreeing, you said yes.

—

after a particularly stressful week, it was time for yet another dinner event. you wore an elegant maroon dress, with black pumps. miguel picked you up from your doorstep at 630pm, leaving the both of you with adequate time to get to the 7pm event.

now, you're sitting next to him in the car, fiddling with the fabric of your dress. it's been a few times since the first time you and miguel attended dinner events together, but somehow you always found a small part of yourself feeling nervous. you remember the first time you had met miguel.

"if you need anything at all, just call me. i will pick up, no matter what. any time, any place, just call."

the car comes to a stop, and miguel helps you out of the car. taking his hand, you step out of the car. as you step into the venue, you get goosebumps, the cold temperature against your bare arms. miguel notices, and takes off his jacket, placing it on your shoulders. you mutter a soft, "thank you."

—

after about three months of attending dinners together, the tension between the two of you grows. you can't deny that the two of you have chemistry, but you never act on it. he is your boss after all.

that's what you keep telling yourself. until one night, your self-control snaps.

and so does his.

the night ends with the two of you in his bed, your hands tangled in his hair and his name leaving your lips as what could be considered the dirtiest moan of all time.

the morning after goes like this:

you stir in miguel's bed, his sheets clinging to your body. next to you, he's still sound asleep, snoring snoftly. you turn to look at the clock on his bedside table. it's 5:08am. you get off the bed as quietly as you can.

you grab your bra and panties from the end of his bed and put them on, moving onto the hunt for your dress.

you find your dress on the floor next to the end of miguel's bed. you stare at it, your maroon dress resembling a puddle of spilt wine. snapping back into focus, you quickly pick it up and smooth it out. it's slightly wrinkled, but you put it back on anyway.

the spaghetti straps suddenly feel too much for you, and you become aware of every inch of skin that is exposed. not ready to face the judgemental stares of the people of nueva york, you grab a button up from miguel's closet and put it on over your dress. you take one last look at miguel, before grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes.

with that, you disappear from his apartment.

—

you spend the rest of the weekend mulling over what you had done. of course, not without a tub of ice cream and your best friend, stacy.

you wail, "what have i done? he's my boss, for goodness' sake! how am i going to face him when i return to work?"

"stop beating yourself up over this!" stacy chides. "you weren't the only one who decided to have sex. he didn't trip over his own feet and accidentally stick his dick into you, did he?"

you let out a little laugh as you both shovel more ice cream into your mouths.

—

when monday comes, you find yourself nervous as you make your way towards your desk. you remind yourself that everything will be okay.

until you realise that everything is in fact not okay.

you find all your belongings packed into a small box. your sonny angel trinkets (or naked babies, as miguel called them), your coffee mug, your collection of highlighters. you look around, confused. what the hell is going on?

you find a piece of paper under the box, which reads, "from today onwards, your assistance will no longer be required at spider-hq. thank you for all your contributions. miguel o'hara"

a wave of emotions washes over you. you're angry, sad, in disbelief, and heartbroken at the same time. you can't believe you lost your job over a mutual decision. you had worked hard to get to where you were, and you love your job. you don't know if you want to laugh, cry, or throw something.

you settle on leaving quietly and peacefully. picking up your box, you take in your surroundings, knowing that this is probably the last time you'll ever step foot in this building again.

—

in the next few weeks that follow, you throw yourself into work, friends, parties, anything really, as long as it keeps your mind off the pain that miguel caused. you got a job at the bakery near your house, and you enjoyed spending your days baking and smelling of cinnamon and sugar.

you're too busy to realise that you've missed your period.

you start craving things like pickles and peanut butter. which might seem normal, but it's not. because you usually hate pickles and peanut butter, and avoid them at all costs. what's worse is that you want to eat them together. but you brush the weird cravings off, choosing not to overthink.

you only realise something's wrong when the smell fo everything makes you want to throw up. even your favourite food.

you call stacy in tears, and beg her to come over and pick up some pregnancy tests on the way.

—

she arrives not long after, and takes out three pregnancy tests, all from different brands. you take them and disappear into the bathroom without a word.

it's not long before the timer you set for three minutes is up. you press the stop button on your phone, and turn to your best friend.

"stace, i can't look at it. i just can't. can you help?"

she nods, walking down the hallway and into the bathroom.

"oh honey," she lets out a breath. she walks towards you as you ask, "are you sure? maybe it was a fluke, maybe—"

"all three were positive." she replies, and wraps you in her arms as you begin to cry.

you don't know what to do. there's nothing online for what to do when you're pregnant with your boss's baby, the boss who fired you one day after sleeping with you.

you tell stacy you're keeping the baby, and she promises that she'll do everything she can to support you.

you spend the rest of the night eating pickles and peanut butter while watching movies.

—

the following months go like this:

baby shopping — clothes

maternity clothes shopping

pay raise at the bakery

baby shopping — crib

baby shopping — more clothes

baby shower

promotion at the bakery

the next thing you know, you're 6 months pregnant, and your spare room has been transformed into the most beautiful nursery ever. the nursery is a coastal-beach theme, the murals on the walls and ceiling courtesy of your college friend, maisie. your college friends come over to help you build the crib, and stacy gets her boyfriend to build a chest of drawers to fit all the baby clothes she bought for the baby growing in you.

it's always busy at your apartment, with friends always over to provide support and companionship.

as your belly grows bigger, your heart grows fuller.

—

"have you found out the gender yet?" maisie asks, sipping her mimosa as she sits opposite you. you drink orange juice from a champagne flute, and reply, "yeah, i found out today. i'm having a girl!"

"so it really is a girls' night!" stacy jokes, nudging you with her elbow as you grin back at her.

you can't help but get lost in thought, thinking of what could've been. you just know that miguel would've been such a good girl dad.

you, maisie and stacy spend the rest of the night laughing and watching disney movies. they stay for the night, saying it's to "prepare you for the future slumber parties", but deep down you know they really just want to stay over. you laugh, grateful for the friends you have.

you wouldn't have it any other way.

—

"bye maisie, bye stace. get home safe!" you call out after your friends as they leave your home. they chime a "yes ma'am", and you lock the door once they disappear round the corner.

you go to your fridge, trying to find something to eat for breakfast. you settle on some fresh strawberries and a mug of tea. your water just finished boiling as the doorbell rings.

without a second thought, you open the door and say, "it's been five minutes, did you really—"

you fall silent when you realise it's not maisie or stacy at the door. instead, it's miguel o'hara. you acknowledge how shocked he must be, seeing you stand in your doorway in your pyjamas, hair in a bun, hand comfortably resting on your noticeably large belly.

you see a flicker of surprise, hurt and anger in his eyes. he remains silent, until you let out a soft "come in". he obliges, taking his shoes off once he enters. you sit down on the sofa, motioning for him to join you.

this time, he stays standing next to your dining table.

"so, whose is it?"

put off by his confrontational tone, you lose whatever semblance of patience you had. you bite back, "whaddya think, sherlock?"

"that's impossible," he lets out a gruff laugh of disbelief.

"well, i distinctly remember you sleeping with me the night before you fired me, and i don't think i'd get that mixed up."

"why didn't you tell me earlier—"

"why didn't i tell you earlier?" you lose your shit, yelling at him, "you literally fired me the day after sleeping with me. what was i supposed to do, show up at your doorstep and say, hey! i know you fired me, but i'm pregnant, so now you gotta do something about it! how the hell was i supposed to tell you, and why the hell would i?"

you're out of breath by the time you finish yelling at him.

"i don't know what to say." miguel finally lets out a huff. "i don't know what to do."

"firstly, you could stop white-knuckling my dining table. it looks like it's about to break. then, you can sit down so we can talk about this." you sigh. you're tired of being angry. you rest your hand on your belly as your little angel kicks you.

miguel sits down next to you, and asks, "do you have a sonogram?" you nod, reaching over to rifle around in your totebag, producing a sonogram. miguel takes it from you gently, and looks at it. he hunches over, his face in his hands. you move closer to him, rubbing a gentle hand on his back.

"i'm so, so sorry." he whispers.

"it's okay." you reply, continuing to rub his back.

sure, it was unfair how you lost your job. but you were happy now, surrounded by family and friends. what use was there to dwell in the past? so you decided to move on. after all, there's only one direction to move in when you've hit rock bottom: up and onwards.

miguel gathers himself, rubbing his face with his hands before turning to you.

"i'd like to be there for you. i'm so sorry for what i did, there's no excuse for what i did."

"before i say anything, i'd like to know why you came over today. why today? " you reply.

"i was going through a tough time. i needed to sort myself out before coming to see you. before coming to ask if you'd would take me back. or rather, go out with me."

you were left in disbelief. you would never think that after six months, miguel o'hara would visit your apartment to ask you to go out with him.

you could tell that he was getting more nervous with every second of silence that passed. you decide that even though miguel screwed you over, you would give him a shot, and give your baby a chance at having happy, loving parents.

you finally break the silence.

"yes. to both."

—

two years later...

miguel o'hara is the best girl dad ever. your daughter is absolutely obsessed with him. you suspect she likes him even more than she likes you.

actually, you know she does. her first word was "dada", before she proceeded to burst into tears because miguel handed her to you.

now, you sit on the sofa, watching as your almost-two-year-old daughter shows miguel her new dolls. miguel proposed almost two weeks ago, but you still aren't certain if it was all a dream.

that night, as miguel settles into bed next to you after putting your daughter to bed, he puts an arm around you. stroking your hair gently, he whispers in your ear.

"in every universe, it's always you. only you."

#📓—juniwrites #miguel ohara #atsv #across the spider-verse #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara fic #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara angst #miguel o'hara x reader

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quicktosimp · 2 months

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Honey Dust

Romancing Pandora Day 06 - Rut/Heat Cycle

Tsu'tey/Human!Reader

Visual of the genitals used: here

Warnings: 18+, Rutting, Sex Pollen, High Sex, Cunnilingus, Fingering, P in V Sex, Alien Genitlia, Sub!Tsu'tey, Topish!Reader, Cervix Penetration

@eywaite After our little chat about Tsu'tey, I just had to change my plans 🤭

Words: 3439

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Despite being mated to Tsu’tey, I am still human and need to make visits to Hell’s Gate. Also, being mated to Tsu’tey meant that there was no way in hell that he’d let me go there alone. I pray to Eywa that this goes well because Tsu’tey and human-sized spaces don’t mix well… but that could just be the excuse that he gives me. Tsu’tey always looks a little too pleased when he breaks something.

“Promise me you'll watch your tail,” I look up at him, my eyes wide and pleading.

I could see him visibly soften under my gaze, better than the harsh glare he was giving the outside gate.

“I promise I will watch my tail,” He repeated dutifully.

“And that you’ll do your best not to break anything?” I pressed further.

I could see him hesitate, knowing that I’d trapped him, as he hates lying to me, “I promise I will do my best not to break anything,” He responded dejectedly.

I smile at him as I open my arms; Tsu’tey leans down so I can grab his face, kissing him sweetly.

“Thank you, baby,” I kiss him once more before parting.

With his spirits lifted, as much as they can be going onto Hell’s Gate, I lock our fingers together, pulling him into the airlock vents. As we enter, Tsu’tey grabs a ventilator for him to use here. The whole point of this visit is for me to get an updated injection. Monthly injections allow us to neutralize the poison in Pandora’s air, letting us breathe without the worry of masks. It is unsafe for younger kids to have, so we keep oxygen-safe places, letting the kids run without fear, like little Spider.

“(Y/N)! Tsu’tey!” I heard Spider’s little voice yell.

I turn and see that little five-year-old boy running at me as fast as his little legs can take him. Blond curls bounced as he ran, his face lit up as he saw his two favorite people.

“Spider!” I shouted, kneeling down and opening my arms.

Spider hit my chest, and his little arms wrapped tightly around my neck. Thankfully, Tsu’tey was behind me, so instead of hitting the floor, I simply leaned against his legs. I wrapped my arms as tightly as I dared around his little body, softly shaking him side to side, making him erupt in giggles.

“What are you doing here?” Spider asks me, his brown eyes curious.

I sit him on my lap, my arms still holding him, “I came to get my shot,” I explained honestly.

Spider scrunched his nose, remembering the last injections that he had to get, “Those are stinky,” he concluded.

I chuckle at his bluntness, “You’re right. They are stinky, but we need them to get strong,” I replied as I smoothed over his hair.

“But you’re an adult; why do you need one?” He asked, furrowing his brow.

“Well, there are some shots you have to get even when you’re an adult; the one that I’m getting lets me breathe outside without a mask on,” I did my best to explain.

Spider looked pensive in my lap, thinking for a moment, “(Y/N), if you didn’t get the shot, would you stay with me?” His large doe eyes stare into my soul.

I could feel Tsu’tey stiffen behind me before he sat down behind me and wrapped his arms around both of us.

“Ma’Prrnen, listen to me well,” Tsu’tey started, as his hand met mine, playing with Spider’s hair, “We have both been working very hard lately; do you know why?”

Spider shook his head, not understanding why Tsu’tey was asking such a question.

“Because right now, we are building a special place. The special place is in our kelku; you remember what that is, right?” He further questioned.

“Home! Kulku is a home!” Spider answered excitedly, happy to know the answer.

“That’s right! Good job, prrnen,” Tsy’tey’s face was proud, “The special place is almost finished, and when it is, then human air will be inside our kelku.” Tsu’tey paused, letting Spider absorb all the information, and not because he was choking up.

“So, I can breathe there?” Spider asked uncertainly.

I took over from here, “Yes, Spider, and as soon as it’s finished and you can breathe, you’re going to come with us. You’ll live with Tsu’tey and I,” I explained, tears in my eyes.

Spider’s face was pensive before he quietly asked me, “I go with you? I get to have a home? You’re gonna take me home? Like you’re my mommy and daddy?” With each word, my heart broke for him.

“Yes, prrnen, you’ll be our son, our ‘Itan. She’ll be your Mommy, and I’ll be your Sempu,” Tsu’tey whispers, shifting Spider so he was against his own chest.

Spider sat there shocked, as he was struggling to understand. Soon, tears started to fall as his body shook.

“Oh baby,” I coo, holding him close so he was protected on either side.

“Please! I Wanna go home! I wanna go home now! Please!” His sobs broke my heart.

“Soon, baby, just three more days. And you’re going to be so busy you won’t even notice it,” I put my head on top of Spider’s, kissing his curls, “Because you have to pack all your stuff, all toys, and blankies, then you’ll be right back with us.”

“Go home,” He cried.

“Yes, ‘Itan, we’ll go home,” Tsu’tey whispered.

The three of us sit there on the cold metal floor, holding each other, tears falling. Slowly, Spider’s sobs turned to hiccups, which turned to sniffles, and soon, he was sleeping in our arms.

I pat his hair as he sleeps, not wanting to move from our little pile.

“I will take him to his room and get him comfortable while you go to the med bay; I’ll meet you there,” Tsy’tey whispers into my hair.

I groan at the idea, refusing to move from my spot, instead curling in closer.

I could feel his laughter underneath me, “Go now, Yawne. The sooner we’re done here, the sooner we can finish the airlock for Spider,” He successfully bribed.

I pull away with a groan, standing up and popping my back after sitting on the floor for so long, “Fine, but only for Spider,” I leaned down and kissed Tsu’tey soundly and then Spider softly, not wanting to wake him.

“I will see you soon, Yawne,” Tsu’tey whispered, standing to his feet. Spider cradled close to his chest, and his tail warped around him, too.

“See you soon, love,” and with that, we went our perspective ways.

The med bay was plain and boring, as usual. The injection went without problems, the familiar pinch and burn, in and out in less than 3 minutes. Well, it would have been if I hadn’t gotten talking. I hadn’t seen my friends in a good while, so we all wanted to catch up. We talked about kids, boyfriends, husbands, new projects, and anything we haven’t discussed in the past month. It’s always a good time, with lots of laughs and giggles going around. Until the telltale crash, with the unmistakable sound of glass shattering, hit our ears. We all looked over, and lo and behold, Tsu’tey was there, shattered glass by his feet and a cloud of golden dust surrounding his form.

“Are you okay?” I asked, panicked, worried he may have cut himself.

“I-“ achoo “am-“ achoo “fine-“ achoo achoo “Yawne” achoo

I shook my head at his attempts to reassure me, turning to those behind me, “Does anyone know what was in those vials?” I ask them wearily.

The lot of them shook their heads with mutters of negatives. Sighing, I grabbed a nearby broom and started sweeping the shards around Tsu’tey’s bare feet.

“I promise you this time was actually an accident; I’m sorry, Yawne,” His ears pinned back from shame.

Looking at the tray they were on before, I believe him it was low, even for a human, below his knees.

“It’s alright, love, we just need to figure out what it was,” I eyed the golden powder covering his skin wearily.

Tsu’tey rubbed at the powder on his skin, the golden substance moving and rubbing into his skin, “It’s very soft,” his voice was curious but not malicious.

“Please try and not touch,” I whined, concerned that the dust was absorbing into his skin.

Tsu’tey shot me a look for my stupid comment, gesturing to it covering his entirety. I roll my eyes at him while checking for any lingering shards.

“Alright, the glass is gone; go wash in the bio showers,” I told him, pointing at the shower rooms, which he’s used multiple times for breaking things before.

I could see the grimace as he obeyed and walked to the containment showers. I sighed again, wondering what the side effects would be this time. Nothing lethal is stored in the med bay, but minor or inconvenient side effects are guaranteed. A couple too many people were using the med bay for ‘coupling,’ so Max started placing extra things in the med bay, but he didn’t catch any humans, just an annoyed Tsu’tey. I dumped the shards of glass into the trash, then returned to the scene of the crime, looking for anything that would tell me what the hell this stuff was. Thankfully, a clipboard was on the tray, mostly uncontaminated from the substances.

I read the paper intently, ensuring I didn’t miss a thing. My eyebrows rose as I continued to read, not expecting what I was reading. It seems that some avatars are having a difficult time managing their heat and ruts, and while working on birth control, they instead made an aphrodisiac that triggers a heat or rut. I tucked the clipboard under my arm and ran towards the showers, where Tsu’tey was glaring at the human-sized showers.

“Honey, let’s skip the shower and get home. Now,” I demand hurriedly.

Tsu’tey looked at me strangely, “Did you not just tell me to shower now? What’s with the change of heart?” He narrowed his eyes at me.

“I’ll explain on the way, but you are 100% fine, and we need to get you home now,” I pressed, grabbing his arm, the silky powder smooth under my fingertips.

Tsu’tey reluctantly allowed me to pull him along; I passed my friends, barely even waving behind me. We travel the corridors and swiftly leave Hell’s Gate while I’m still pulling Tsu’tey along. I look back at him, and his eyes are dilated, and his breathing is starting to become heavy. I urged Teu’tey along, trying to get him to pay attention to his surroundings, but it seemed he could only pay attention to me. Arriving at our kelku was a massive relief, but my work wasn’t over yet. I sat Tsu’tey on the ground, his chest heaving as he continued to take deep breaths, and his tail twitched irritably. Noticing that I didn’t have much time left, I turned to go and clean some of the kelku, ensuring nothing dangerous was on the floor. Instead, I was met by two strong arms wrapping around my waist.

“Where are you going, Yawne? You can’t leave now,” Tsu’tey’s nose buried itself in my hair, breathing me in deep.

“It’s alright, love. I’m just going to clean up a bit; I won't go far,” I tried to convince myself.

But his arms were like vises as he continued to take in my scent.

“So sweet, like paskalin,” He concludes, moving down so his nose was at my neck, “You’re my paskalin,” His voice was rumbly from purring.

I smile softly at my high mate, “Yes, love, I’m your paskalin; now I need to clean up our kelku, okay?” I soothe, trying to escape his arms, to no avail.

I gasped as Tsu’tey’s long, warm tongue tailed over the side of my neck, the wet trail cooling in the air.

“Kalin, paskalin,” He muttered, licking me again, sucking my skin into his mouth.

I bit back the moan that tried to escape as I wrenched myself out of Tsu’tey’s grasp.

“Baby, you gotta give me two seconds-” I tried to explain, only for Tsu’tey to lunge at me.

He’s now on his knees, his arms again wrapped around my waist, his head leaning on my stomach, eye darkened and begging, “‘Ì’awn, rutxe,” he licked at my stomach, working up towards my tits.

“Tsu’tey, I just- oh shit,” I once again attempted to persuade him to let me go, only for Tsu’tey to mouth at my tit, nipping on the side, then sucking my nipple into my mouth.

Using one of his hands, he trailed it over to my neglected tit, rolling my nipple, picking, and pulling at it, making me weak in the knees, but Tsu’tey held me in place, refusing to let up on his work on my tits.

Tsu’tey pulled away, looking at me beggingly, “Sìltsan?” He asks me.

I shakily nodded my head, “Yes, now, now I need you to listen,” I huffed out.

“Kin, kin,” He Tsu’tey begs, rolling his hips, the aphrodisiac from the powder fully taking effect.

“I know, baby, I know you need more, but I’m not ready,” I tried to explain to my needy mate.

“Srung,” Tsu’tey nodded to himself.

Fix? Assistance? What does he mean?

Tsu’tey unwrapped himself from me before laying down, placing his head between my legs. Tsy’tey pulled me down to my knees, my cunt now above his face. Having forgo panties today, under my skit Tsu’tey stares at my bare cunt.

“Sevin,” He whispered reverently before pulling me down the rest of the way.

His long tongue eagerly licked at my cunt, like he was a starved man. His tongue was erratic as he licked at my hole, begging for entrance, only to move up to my clit, and nip and suck at it, only to repeat it all again.

“Tsu’tey!” I moaned as I threw my head back, the pleasure overwhelming.

I rolled my hips, grinding myself into Tsu’tey’s mouth. Tsu’tey went back to my hole, begging for entrance with his tongue, pocking and prodding until he was finally able to slip in. His wet muscle wiggled around inside my gummy walls. I gasped as his tongue filled me, long, thick, and wet, stretching my core.

“Yes, baby, more, give me more,” I demand, as I take my tits into my hands, rolling and kneading at them.

Tsu’tey obeyed happily, slipping in a finger alongside his tongue, stretching me even more as his thumb came to play with my clit. I groaned from the added digit, happy for more, as they worked sloppily in my pussy. The sounds of my wetness rang through our kelku, and it became even louder as Tsu’tey added another finger, removing his tongue, and thrust his finger erratically, moving them around, desperately needing me to be ready for this cock.

“Ftxìlor,” He mumbled before biting my inner thigh.

I could feel my high nearing, and I had to jump off. Knowing that I am going to cum many times in the near future, I need to save my energy.

“Kehe! Nì’ul!” Tsu’tey whined, trying to follow me.

I quickly put my foot in his chest, keeping him down, “‘Ì’awn,” I demand firmly, my skin still tingling as my heart pounds in my chest, distracted by my near high.

Tsu’tey lays there while rolling his hips. His central slit is completely relaxed, his cock peaking out, needing to breed. It’s hard and throbbing as it wrestles with his tewng, getting caught in the straps.

“Rutxe, rutxe, rutxe, nì’ul’ul,” Tsu’tey begged me, tears pricking at his eyes.

I pressed my foot harder into his chest, “‘Ì’awn,” This time, I was firmer in my tone, not leaving any room for him to disobey.

I removed my foot, watching as his hips rolled and his hands flexed by his side, wanting to reach and touch me. Tsu’tey’s body was flush and sweaty; he breathed harshly through his mouth, panting like a dog. His eyes stared unblinkingly at my pussy, the object of his desires. I leaned down and started to untie his tewng. The spines of his cock had started to get tangled in the straps. His large cock begins as the same color as his skin, then lightens as it progresses, with the tapered tip being a pretty lavender. The shaft is covered in firm spines that are similar to his kuru, each of them wiggling, wanting to lock inside their mate.

“Rutxe!” Tsu’tey’s muscles spasmed as he cried out.

I finally got the damned tewng untangled, and I threw it to the side; I quickly straddled him, “Mawey, muntxatan,” I cooed at him as I grabbed his cock, aligning it with my cunt.

I lowered myself onto his cock slowly. His cockhead slips past my entrance easily, but once I reach the spines on his cock it becomes more difficult. I groan as I force myself down as each spine pops inside me, each of his spines coming to life inside me, all of them eager to find a spot to lock inside me.

“Feel so good, Tsu’tey,” I moan as his cock rubs my walls.

Tsu’tey’s eyes were nearly black, and only a small ring of light green remained as moans slipped from his lips, his mind completely blank; the only thing that he could focus on was my wet heat surrounding his cock, and his need to breed me.

“Paskalin, win si,” Tsu’tey moaned deeply, his chest vibrating underneath me as he grabbed my hips, attempting to pull me down faster.

I smacked his hands away, refusing to go any faster, “Voìk si,” I demanded sternly as I slid another inch inside me.

“Paskalin, rutxe, rutxe,” Tsu’tey cried out as I continued my slow descent.

I lean up and hold his jaw in my hand, leading his lips to mine. We kiss messily, our mouths open, and our tongues collide, sliding against each other as we breathe each other's breath. I moan onto Tsu’tey as he whimpers; the pleasure of me ricking my hips magnifies the further down I get.

“Oh shit,” I whisper shakily as I bottomed out, every part of Tsu’tey’s cock filling me, making me feel whole.

The spines started to work harder, each of them wiggling around inside me, while some had already found their spot, hardening in place and refusing to budge. I bounded in place, racking his spines along my sensitive walls as I started to rub my clit. Everything was soaked from spit and my juices, making a sticky, slick mess underneath my thighs. My core was already wound tight from before; I just needed a little more,”

“Come on, baby, come on, give it to me, give me your cum Tsu’tey,” I mewled as I rocked myself more on his cock, even as it became more difficult.

Tsu’tey’s arms wrapped around me, sling me down so we were chest to chest, before he lifted his hips up and rocked into me. His cock never slipped an inch, simply dragging me back and forth, stuck on his cock. My hand had slipped from my clit, but it was crushed against Tsu’tey’s stomach, making me grind it as I was sent back and forth on his cock. Sending sharp pleasure through my body, causing tears to prick in my eyes.

Tsu’tey growled loudly as he neared his own release. His cock head found my cervix, grinding against it trying to seek entrance.

“Tsu’tey!” I whined as he breached my cervix, entering into a forbidden place.

It was a slow burn that heated the rest of my core, and it snapped the coil inside me. I came screaming; each of my limbs was shaking as I thrashed on top of Tsu’tey, crying my release. But Tsu’tey wasn’t done; the tendrils at the base of his cockhead, started to work. They wiggled themselves between his cock and the walls of my cervix, forming a tight seal. I whined as the tight space was forced even wider, my body already oversensitized. When finally he came, ropes upon rope of cum hit my womb, not a drop able to escape as it went deeper inside me. Tsu’tey held me close, his chest vibrating in a purr, happy to have finally bred his mate. I could feel the vibrations on my clit, causing me to flinch, as my body wasn’t ready to go again so soon. But I will have to anyway; Tsu’tey’s rut was triggered, and we have another four days of this.

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airybcbyy · 9 months

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Hello! I hope you are doing as good as Karl's spoiled raccoon life!

Anyhow, I low-key just found out that having kids of my own most likely won't be an option for me. Am high-key bummed out so, I was wondering if you could do head cannons of the BSD men reacting to fertility issues?

If not that's okay! Thank you for your time anyways! 😊

AHHHH TY TY IM DOIN GREAT SORRY FOR NOT SEEING THIS SOONER BUT OF COURSE 🫶🏼 HOPE YOU GET A MIRACLE AND GET URSELF A BABY💜💜 sending baby dust your way✨✨

BSD Men reacting to fertility issues headcanons!

a/n – there was no specific characters you asked for but feel free to comment/ask if you (or anyone else) want this with other characters!!

content – TW!! mentions of infertility, sensitive topic talked about, reader is afab, fem reader, fem bodied reader,, fluff, SPOILERS for tachihara, tachihara calls reader “baby girl”, akutagawa calls reader “dear”/“my dear”, dazai calls reader “belladonna”/“bella” ,i think that’s it lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis – tachihara, akutagawa, and dazai reacting to reader having fertility issues!

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tachihara

tachihara lost his brother young, so he never really got to experience the big brother type of love

so he’d always wanted have kids!

and when he met you?

the woman of his dreams?

oh he thought he’d have his whole life planned out.

he’d leave the port mafia as an undercover agent

go back to being a hunting dog

get his monthly surgeries to stay alive

and finally get the life he’d always wanted

with the love of his life🫶🏼

and even before he’d been able to leave the pm

you two had tried

and tried

and when nothing happened no matter how many times you guys tried?

you both decided to go to a fertility doctor

and learned that you, the love of his life, was infertile.

tachihara felt his heart break

but not for him.

no, he felt his heart break for you.

the woman who’d been so happy to try over and over again with him for a child

the woman who’d sat beside him when given the news and even if you didn’t cry, he’d heard the sharp inhale from you

even on the car ride home, he’d began to think about what you were thinking about.

and later when the two of you got home to your shared apartment, you’d immediately ran off to your shared room and he let you

he knew you needed time to process, so he started working on dinner

he made the only thing he really knew how to make; spaghetti

maybe it wasn’t going to be good, but he didn’t want to subject you to cooking or the take out food you were definitely thinking about if it added to your condition.

he’d walked into your room with the dinner in his hand and found you curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed

even if he didn’t hear you crying, he heard your sniffles and saw your shaking shoulders

he immediately put the two plates down on a dresser

he laid down behind you, wrapping his arms around you in a spooning position

“it’s okay, baby girl, don’t cry.” he cooed toward you. maybe he wasn’t a good person outside of this home, but when he was with you it was like he was that one puppy at the pound that wouldn’t jump up at any person that walked in– until it came to you. you brought the light into his life, and even if the two of you most likely couldn’t have children, you two could keep trying. if it never happened for the two of you, there was children in this world that needed to be adopted– he’d seen how orphans getting taken into big mafia groups, and he would hate for that to be any child. “i can’t give you that big family, michi-”the affectionate nickname rolled off your tongue with a heavy heart. you’d always dreamed of that with him, and now because of you (in your mind),the two of you couldn’t have that. “no, baby girl, it’s not your fault. now we can choose our own family♡”

akutagawa

ryunosuke akutagawa never envisioned kids in his life

before the port mafia, he thought he was simply going to die young due to his disease(cries in chapter 88)

and then he’d met you; a woman so beautiful that not even the feared diablo could hide his affections for you.

but even when the two of you started talking about being in a relationship; kids never came up

he never wanted any and he thought you wanted the same

and you had!

kids was never something you had wanted much in life either.

until, you had a pregnancy scare.

but it wasn’t actually scary for you,

you felt this rush of happiness and that’s when you realized what you wanted in life

to be a mother.

you already had the maternal feeling that most mothers didn’t get until they’d had a kid

you were empathetic

you knew how to calm akutagawa down even when no one else could

it was like you were born to be a mother

so you told ryunosuke your new found passion,

and i admit; he was a little taken aback by this sudden change in your attitude

but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try with you.

“if it happens it happens.” that was your motto to each other.

but then it…didn’t happen

and it never happened.

you didn’t tell akutagawa, but you were upset

how were you supposed to tell him? he didn’t want children much!

so you secretly went to a fertility doctor

you didn’t bother asking akutagawa to come along, he’d either be noticed from his constant being on the news or catch someone staring too hard and rashomon would cause yet another death

but maybe you should’ve risked it because no one should’ve had to hear what you heard while alone

“i’m sorry ms y/n, but you seem to have some fertility issues. there seems to be an ovulatory disease that you have…”

the rest of the doctors words just droned on, but you couldn’t hear anything

it was like you had become the victim of a cruel prank by fate

the one thing you had slowly come to accept that you wanted - was ripped away before you could even grasp the idea of it

you couldn’t even go into work after the news was given to you, you sat at home waiting for akutagawa to get home

but how were you supposed to tell him? just blurt out you couldn’t make him a dad?

you decided to hold off on telling him, but your boyfriend wasn’t stupid

when he came home and you weren’t immediately jumping at the chance to talk about what the two of you did today he knew something was wrong

“ my dear, what’s wrong? ” akutagawa asked as he leaned himself on the door of your shared bedroom. usually when he stepped into your shared apartment he was met with the brightest toothiest grin from you, one of his favorite parts of the day, so when you didn’t greet him at the door he knew something was up. he walked into the room the two of you shared to find you curled up into yourself, visible tears that had dried on your perfect face. “ ‘m broken , ryu…”you sobbed out, causing the usually cold and stoic male to break the mask he’d worn all day while at work. “ what? dear, you’re not broken. ” he said simply, walking over to the bed and sitting beside you, rubbing your back. “ tell me what’s wrong, dear, please? ” he sounded so desperate to help you feel better about yourself. “ i cant have kids, ryu, i’m broken. ” your voice cracked as you looked back at him, mascara smeared off of your eyes and onto your under eyes. “ doctors said i cant have babies…” you hiccuped as he had to sit and process the words you said. “ oh my dear, it’s okay, we already have a family. the mafias our family.” he said softly as he laid down beside you, allowing you to crawl up into his arms. he quietly shushed you as he rocked you to sleep. even if you couldn’t make your own family, akutagawa would love you either way.

dazai

dazai and his weird obsession with finding a beautiful woman to commit with was what led him to you.

you had been a new hire in a bar that he’d liked to frequent after spending hours at work

when you came up to him to see if he was just going to stare at you or get a drink , he’d taken the leap

he immediately grabbed your hands, eyes sparkling as he looked up at you

“ would you like to commit a double suicide with me? ”

you were on the verge of tears because of how stressed you were from the other patrons, so laughing at this silly man made you feel much better

his face fell as he looked at you, but your laugh was just so enchanting

“ my belladonna…would you not like to commit with me ? ”

and that’s how you ended up in this now two year long relationship with osamu dazai

over the past two years you’d moved in with osamu and switched your job from bartending to work in the cafe below the armed detective agency.

you’d seen many kids come in and out with their parents during your shifts

and they’d never really made you feel anything…until recently.

everytime you saw a child come in with their family it made your chest feel strangely tight and achey

and then you realized, that you really really wanted kids

ones that looked like dazai and didn’t have his personality, preferably.

and when you brought it up to him, he just teased you-

“ my bella, you just want what leads to the babies, don’t you? you shouldn’t have to even ask for that.”

it doesn’t get through his thick skull that you really do want kids until you just straight up tell him

“ osamu, i want kids. bad. ”

and for a man so smart, he sounded so dumb

blabbing on and on about how you’d look so pretty pregnant, but with a suicidal fool like his child? he couldn’t imagine it!

but wouldn’t osamu be mean if he didn’t give his cute little girlfriend what she wanted 🫶🏼

so you tried for months and months to get pregnant

and it just never happened for you

you decided that maybe the two of you had some other factor leading to the constant negative pregnancy tests

so you both went to the doctor and had check ups on your sexual health along with dazais sperm counted and your uterus checked to see if something was wrong

the two of you were even joking around about not being able to have kids and how silly that sounded

oh how you wished you could take it all back

the doctor came back and gave the news quite swiftly

“ i’m afraid miss y/n has a factor we have yet to determine that causes her chances of successfully carrying a child to significantly drop. i’m so sorry. ”

you tried your best to seem stoic and unwavering, but your vision clouded even more by every second.

the doctor left to give you two some time together.

and that’s when the real tears came

“ oh, my bella…”dazai frowned as he looked at you, trying to hide your glassy eyes and quivering lips. he wasn’t dumb, he knew how you were- so brave and so strong trying to keep your composure. the male wrapped his bandaged arms around your body. and that’s when the tears finally came flowing out, your whole body shaking as you clung to the man you so desperately wanted children with. “i’m useless , ‘samu.” you cried into your lovers arms. “i can’t even do the one thing women are supposed to do!” the male rubbed your back, trying to console you, but how could he? the dream that had just started to grow in your mind had been crushed with one simple dream. “no, no , you’re not useless. you’re the farthest from useless.”he cooed into your hair, one hair rubbing your back continuously while the other was holding the back of your head. “ we’ll grow our own family, my belladonna. i promise you. ” and dazai osamu was a man of his word.

i really didn’t know much about infertility so i did some research, and i know it’s not the deepest dive into it; but i hope i did it justice!

if anyone would like a part 2 with other characters feel free to request it or just comment!

likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ;3

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Potential Ango backstory. Because I like to make connections that don't exist.

I received a tag under my last post about Ango...

I have been enabled.

What I said in that last post was that due to the disconnect between Ango's values and the values of the Special Division - in particular, their views on necessary sacrifice and the greater good - I found it odd for this to be Ango's career choice. So, I have this theory... it's really more headcanon than anything but basically, I wonder if Ango didn't choose to work there, but rather had no choice.

First off, Ango being a government agent before he joined the Mafia means that he was already one under the age of 19... which is. Well, far from uncommon in the BSD universe but... does the government itself really not have age restrictions on potential members? Ango would've been younger than 19 when he started working for the Special Division. He was 22 ish in Dark Era, first met Oda and Dazai two years earlier, and joined the Mafia one year before that. I know we like to joke that the preferred hiring age in BSD is like... 14-15, but for the Mafia, this makes sense - there's no hiring age there; most of them are or were kids with nowhere else to go. Fukuzawa hires minors who typically also have nowhere to go. Ango was really young when he joined the Special Division. Since they would, at least, have to follow some laws (I believe anyways), the circumstances of Ango's joining were probably not the usual.

Here's another weird bit: the government sent a 19 year old spy to infiltrate the Mafia, one who was too low-ranked to have any say in decisions (he had no say in their sending in of Shibusawa, for instance). That's... weird, on it's own. He had no influence but they felt certain the man wouldn't betray them or get caught? That's a lot of faith to place in him. Now, granted, he's a very reliable person and his ability is absolutely the reason he was selected - but it's still strange.

You might be thinking, okay, but what about his replacement? Tachihara was sent in after Ango so the government could keep monitoring the mafia's activities, and he was a young, new recruit. Yes, that's true but see, here's the thing: Tachihara's nature as a Hunting Dog means the government has a guaranteed hold on him - Teruko mentions that the Hunting Dogs need to undergo monthly surgeries to maintain their bodies after their enhancements. I see no reason Tachihara wouldn't have had to do the same. So, in my mind, that goes to show that they needed some kind of hold on Ango too, right? Wouldn't you want some kind of insurance on someone so presumably new?

I'm going to cut away from this for a moment so I can point out a passage from Dark Era where Oda finds how Ango (allegedly) joined the Mafia:

The gist of it was: Ango was a hacker -> he helped a gang steal money -> the money was stolen from a Mafia front company -> Ango was on the run for several months before the Mafia caught him -> Ango's manipulation of the trackers' information was so impressive to Mori that he invited Ango to join the Mafia

Obviously, this is a cover story. But at the surface it kind of has to be true, otherwise the Mafia would know. So, it was set up for Ango to help steal that money by the government. Why this particular story though? Well, they say the best lies are often rooted in truth. Before he joined the Division, I suggest that Ango really was a hacker and seller of information. (Just fyi, his real life author inspiration was a bit of a delinquent so... make of that what you will.)

Now this next part is a mess because we still don't know how all the pieces fit together.

Remember that the Special Division, and by extension the government, are considered so incredibly powerful that they could destroy the Mafia. From Dark Era:

That legal document appears to be the only thing that keeps ability users reasonably safe. Atsushi was being tracked as the "rampaging tiger" and had nowhere else to go. What about people like Yosano or Chuuya, associated with military research? Even Kenji - he was hired after he moved a mountain out of grief. It appears that the permit is a necessary protection to those ability users who reveal they are ability users publicly.

In Gaiden, Tsujimura explains that the Division also continuously monitors the activities of ability users. Essentially, in addition to the legal protection the permits provide, they also seem to make the Division's job of keeping track of all ability users, what they're using their abilities for, and how dangerous the abilities are, much easier. We also know that if an ability user proves too great of a threat to the general public, the Special Division can and will eliminate targets unless the target proves especially useful (ex. Ayatsuji).

Ok why am I going over all this? I'm just trying to make it clear how incredibly powerful the Division is. But what I also want to denote is that they are focused primarily on the greater good and will justify sacrifice of individuals (which contradicts Ango's beliefs directly), and they also take orders still from higher ups in the government (and the government in bsd is... a bit shifty if you ask me).

And about Ango: his values lie in life and an appreciation for it. He prioritizes memory and records, especially of those who have passed. He has many regrets and is, at heart, a kind person. However, he also has the capacity to do what "needs to be done", seems particularly vengeful and angry with Sigma for Taneda's stabbing, and was ready to shoot Atsushi when he collapsed after the Sky Casino arc. He also went from making deliberate stubborn efforts to create records of the dead, to being part of the cover up for a group of disgraced soldiers and one of his closest friends. He does things because he thinks no one else can do them - so this means it is his obligation.

So, finally, here's my deranged conspiracy: I think Ango was a hacker in his teenage years, and I think he always had the intention of preserving life in some way. Perhaps he attempted to make information about the war, or something to do with ability users, public. Whatever he found, he got in serious trouble, whether with a criminal organization, or with the government itself, I'm not clear on. Ango needed to join the Division for protection, and perhaps it was Taneda's idea to invite him, seeing that his ability would be very useful - that would explain the loyalty. It's also possible that Ango's actions resulted in a loss of life, and so he no longer trusts himself, which is why he is constantly torn between opposing values. I wonder if it was explained to Ango by the people in charge why certain information had to be withheld from the public, in such a way that he felt guilty for what he'd done - maybe that's why he's so diligent. It would be tragic if guilt turned out to have always been the motivator for his character and if he stands with the Division despite his offset values because he really does think they know how to better help people than his instinctive response ever could. While I'm sure the Division was confident in Ango's loyalty (one of his dislikes is written as betrayal for goodness sake), they also had a hold on him due to the nature of his ability. He is a walking store of classified information, which we are told repeatedly in Dark Era makes him a prime target. This means that nowhere is safe for him unless he stays with the Division. There is no guarantee that the government itself wouldn't also consider him a liability if he were to suddenly quit. In summary, Ango's joining of the Division was not a free choice, and while he likely feels grateful to people like Taneda for that chance - he also cannot leave.

Regardless of whether or not you all think I am wholly deranged now, there is definitely something to Ango we're not privy to yet. Here's some extra stuff on Ango to chew on:

He had the experience once of taking in so much information he passed out while his brain tried to process it (much like Atsushi did after Sigma transfers the information to him about the Page)

He had some run-in with Chuuya which apparently led to Chuuya owing him for something?

He seems to have been more comfortable defying expectations in the Mafia than he ever was in the Division

Thus concludes my Ango theory.

Source? Just trust me bro.

#i also like this because it heightens chuuya-ango parallels #and we still have yet to find out how they're connected so. you know. fun!#also i think it would be absolutely horrible (read: very good) if the info ango found was actually connected to the seventh agency #idk seems weird it would be name dropped by dostoevsky if it had nothing to do with ango #anyways i am so sorry if you read all this it's an absolute mess #worst meta i've done by far but i just can't look at it anymore #bsd #bsd meta #bsd ango #storyrambles #btw welcome to the fringe of my number one bsd conspiracy theory - the government's secret agency will turn out to be the final villains #ok. take it just take it i can't anymore

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 1 year

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The Roommate Agreement - Chapter 1

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader

Genre: Slice of life, angst.

CW: Mentions of being evicted, mentions of homelessness, mentions of financial issues, themes of Anxiety.

Word Count: 1757

Summary: Just when you thought life was going great you get a red slip through your door. The eviction notice. Now it’s a scramble to figure out how you’re going to fix everything.

Next Chapter

Prompt List Series Masterlist MasterList Buy me a Coffee

“So are you going to see him again?” You ask down the phone to your friend as you make your way up to your apartment, fishing your keys out from your bag.

“I don’t know, it wasn’t the worst date I’ve been on but it wasn’t the best if you get what I mean.” She sighs in response. You could hear her quick typing as she had you on call and you chuckled knowing what she was up to.

“You’re already back on the dating sites aren’t you?”

“Hey I have to keep my options open.” You both laugh at each other and the laughter makes it difficult for you to steadily get the key in the lock, but upon opening the door your laughter soon dies off.

“I gotta go, I’ll drop you a text later.” You say, joy leaving your tone before you hung up and slowly leaned down to pick up a red envelope you found on the floor. Turning the envelope over in your hands your eyes are met with big bold black letters reading ‘EVICTION NOTICE’.

Your heart sank and panic started to set in. You shut the door quietly behind you before sitting on the couch, not daring to open the envelope...but you had to. You tear the top of the envelope off with shaky hands and pull out the letter. You see clearly printed on the letter your name and address, so it clearly wasn’t put through your door by mistake, the rest read;

According to the lease agreement that was agreed to and signed before moving into the property you are required to

1) Pay the monthly rent of 300,000 Won.

2) Adhere to the rule stated in the lease agreement.

3) Failure to do so will result in eviction due to non-compliance.

You are hereby notified to vacate the premises in the address stated above within 14 days of the date of the delivery of the notice to you.

Your rent is past overdue and you are required to pay 693,500 Won, this includes late fees. If this amount is paid in full before the eviction date, we will not proceed with the eviction.

And signed at the bottom was the signature of your landlady Mrs Kim. You couldn’t argue that your rent was overdue, you knew this and you’d apologised profusely to Mrs Kim, telling her that you promise to get the money to her as soon as you could but seeing how much you owed now it seemed impossible to do. Work had been messing you around lately, cutting your hours whenever they felt like it and your student loan wasn’t coming in until next month, not enough time for you to be able to use that for you rent.You’d been living off the cheapest instant ramen you could find for the last 2 months and you only used your heating for 3 hours as day at most to try and save as much money as you could to scrape together to make rent, but to no avail. You were well and truly screwed.

You needed to find a new place to stay but as it was your current apartment was one of the cheapest on the market and you couldn’t even pay for it, so how were you going to pay for a new one? In a state of panic you pick up the phone and call Mrs Kim to see if there was anything you could do to be able to stay.

“Hi Mrs Kim,” You started, trying to control the shakiness of your voice. “I just had this eviction letter through my door, is there anything I can do to persuade you to change your mind?”

“I’m sorry dear but my hands are tied, you’ve been a lovely tenant you really have but my husband is starting to get really irritated by the lack of rent pay we’ve had off you.” She was so sweet in how she spoke to you, she was your typical old lady, the type of woman you’d see in a grocery store and would compliment you or shower you with thanks if you helped her reach something, she was a real sweetheart.

“My student loan is coming in next month, I’ll be able to pay you then. Is there any way I can get you to reconsider?” You were grasping at straws now.

“I’m sorry dear, my name might be on the door but it’s my husband that deals with the finances so if it’s his decision to evict you then I’m sorry love I can’t do anything to help.” She sounded genuinely sorry about the situation so you felt no need to get fired up and argue with her, it wasn’t her fault really.

“Okay, I’m sorry Mrs Kim, I’ll be out of here in 14 days.” And with that you hung up the phone and dropped your head into your hands, still holding the letter that counted down the days until you were homeless. There was no way you could go back to your parents house, first of all you no longer had a room there, your youngest sister claimed it as her own the day you left and secondly your parents lived too far away for you to commute back and forth to university every day. You had no family in the city you could rely on and you were too far into the academic year to apply for student accommodation.

The next four hours you did nothing but scroll through every housing app and website you could find, you even broadened the distance field in hopes of any luck. If it meant it took you an hour to get to university you’d do it, you were desperate.

You came across so many promising properties but you were quickly discouraged when you saw they either wanted 2 months rent upfront or the monthly rent was either the same or a bit more than what you were already paying. Your head was starting to hurt from the constant feeling of stress and anxiety mixed with the bright screens from both your laptop and phone, but you couldn’t stop, not yet.

Your searches were cut short when your phone screen lit up with Yeosang’s name, you didn’t want to talk to anyone so you quickly hung up on him and continued your search, that was until he started to call you again.

“Y/n~, why’d you hang up on me the first time?” You could hear Yeosang’s pout over the phone.

“What do you want Yeo?” You tried to make your tone sound more joking than rude, he didn’t know what you were going through right now so you knew it wasn’t right to snap at him but the stress of it all was making it difficult for you.

“What’s up, you don’t sound okay.”

“I’m fine, I just...have 3 assignments due in 2 weeks and I’m a bit stressed.” You lied.

“And that’s where I fit in perfectly, your personal de-stresser!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I have a way you can de-stress, even if it’s just for tonight.”

“I highly doubt that.” You sigh knowing the extent of how fucked you were.

“Yunho is having a party at his place tonight, all the guys are gonna be there so I was hoping you’d be there too, we’re not the full group without you.” You could practically see how he was pouting his lips at you through the phone, the same pout he gives you when he’s begging you.

“Yeo, I don’t think it’s a good idea, like I said I have 3 assignments due in 2 weeks.” You try to argue back.

“Y/n, I know you, you’ve probably already spent hours on them and you’ve most likely already got a headache, come on, even if you just come for a few hours to blow off some steam. It’ll do you good.” You mentally cursed Yeosang for knowing you like the back of his hand, granted it wasn’t assignments you were working on but he had everything right. Your eyes flick back over to the screen of your laptop, 6 or more tabs open with apartments that you can’t afford. The more you looked at the screen the more you realised...maybe he was right, head head was ready to explode so maybe getting away from it all for a little while would do you some good.

“Fine...Just a few hours then I’m coming home.” You could hear Yeosang cheer on the other end of the phone, but you could also hear someone else with him.

“Seonghwa is that you? Yeosang have you got me on speaker?”

“I have a witness y/n, both me and Seonghwa have heard you say you’re coming so you can’t back out now, I’ll be with you in an hour.” And with that the two men said their goodbyes and the line went dead. You glance at the clock it was already 6:30pm, you worked it out if Yeosang was picking you up at 7:30 then you’d be able to stay at the party until 10 the latest then get back home for another hour or 2 of house hunting before calling it a night. It worked out well.

Getting up from the couch you go to your room to get changed, taking this opportunity to clear your head of everything. It worked for a short while, your mind too occupied on picking out something to wear but as soon as you threw on a pair of jeans and a top you were back to square one. Mindlessly floating around your room as you wait for Yeosang to turn up and your mind starts to wander again, visions coming to mind of you living in a cardboard box, sneaking into uni to sleep in the library, it was all getting too much for you. Your chest started to tighten and your breathing became faster. You wanted to do nothing but curl up into a ball and cry, but you were stopped once again by your phone.

[7:33 pm] Yeosang: I’m outside.

Hurrying to your feet you rush to grab your bag and throw on a pair of shoes, in that time you tried to get a grip on your emotions, fight back the tears that were going to spill any second. You didn’t want to burden Yeosang with your housing situation so you did your best to look like everything was fine. With one final look in the mirror you gave yourself a mental green light, you looked fine, no indication of distress, nothing to worry about and with a deep breath you grabbed your keys and headed out the door.

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The Agent and the Fireman, Part 14

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“Oh, look who graced us with his presence,” Jerry called out as he walked into the office where Deeks was completing the monthly duty schedule. “You’ve been spending so much time with your Fed friends, I thought you might have jumped ship.”

“Yeah, because there’s an ongoing case where they need my expertise,” Deeks said with a smirk that had gotten him out of any number of minor scuffles in his younger days.

“Doesn’t hurt that there’s your lady agent friend there. What’s her name again?”

“Nice try.”

“It was worth a shot. So, is it safe to say you’re smitten?” Jerry continued, not all dissuaded from his purpose. Deeks paused, debating if he say anything. As much time as he and Deeks had spent together recently, they hadn’t exactly discussed any parameters for their fledgling relationship.

Glancing over his shoulder to make sure there weren’t any listening ears around, and lowered his voice.

“I’ve never met anyone like her before. She’s fearless, says what’s on her mind, has this insane laugh. It’s actually more of a cackle than a laugh. The day she got trapped in that building, I swear she was ready to punch me out when I picked her up and carried her out of there.”

“But then she got a good feel of those muscles, and she was a goner,” Jerry teased. “She actually sounds a little like Monica.”

“Hey, we do not go there,” Deeks reminded Jerry with a jab of his finger. “She’s nothing like Monica.”

Jerry shook his head, looking fondly irritated. “Only you would stumble upon a hot federal agent, and actually start dating her.”

“Speaking of said “hot” agent,” Deeks said, picking up his phone as it started ringing. Jerry craned his neck to look over Deeks’ shoulder, but he’d entered Kensi’s contact information under KB. “Looks like they’re in need of my expertise again.” With a grin, Deeks put his phone to his ear.

“You know, you’re really annoying when you’re in love,” Jerry said under his breath.

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Kensi had given Deeks the address they thought Jason McHenry might be holed up in, but apparently needed his advice on some device they’d found.

She met him as soon as he pulled across the street from a small industrial building. She wore a vest and hand a rifle strapped to her right thigh.

“Kensi, what’s going on?”

“We tracked McHenry here from his mother. You were right, she dropped a payment at a P.O. box yesterday. We took her in, and she eventually gave us this address,” she explained. “We have people watching both exits.”

“That sounds promising,” Deeks said.

“It is. Except for the device rigged to the front door.” Kensi lead him to a small barricade set up nearby where he could see Agents Hanna and Callen standing. “Given his tendency to burn evidence, we used a camera to check and found this.”

They’d reached the barricade by now, and Sam wordlessly handed him a small tablet. He and Callen both wore protective vests and were armed as well.

Tilting the screen away from the sun, Deeks peered at the captured image. There were a multitude of wires and other electrical pieces that made defining the device’s purpose difficult.

“There’s components similar to the last incendiary device you found, but this one does look like it’s rigged to trigger when the door is opened,” Deeks said slowly, enlarging the picture and working his way from one side to the other. “Yeah, there’s a trigger of sorts connected to this wire.”

“Can we disarm it?” Callen asked.

“Possibly. Though I’d need better imaging and possibly a live camera to be safe.” Deeks looked up briefly to find all three agents watching him closely.

“You tell me where to cut and I’ll do it,” Sam told him confidently.

“Sam’s our resident unofficial bomb defuser,” Kensi explained.

“Mm, should I be worried that you have the need for a designated bomb defuser on the team?” he asked, focused on the picture once again.

“Ok, enough chitchat,” Sam interrupted. “Let’s get some more pictures and—”

“Wait!” Deeks pressed a hand to Sam’s chest, physically holding him back. “There’s a secondary fuse on a time control,” he said, gesturing to the picture. “It’s already been triggered. Everybody needs to move now.”

“How long we got?” Sam asked.

“I have no idea,” Deeks said, nodding towards the building. “It could be any second, especially with how long ago he must have triggered it.”

“Alright, everybody evacuate,” Callen ordered, gesturing for Kensi and Deeks to move ahead of him. Deeks heard Sam contacting someone over his radio and giving similar directions as they ran across the street.

They’d just crossed onto the opposite side when a massive explosion rocked the earth around them. Deeks heard Kensi shout his name as he was knocked to the ground, someone crashing into him as he fell.

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A/N: Bet you weren’t expecting that!

Once again, yes I know that this is not how things work. Just accept the modicum of procedurally stuff and pretend that it all makes sense.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #firefighter Deeks #light action #Deeks is hot #fireman au #the agent and the firemant #part 14 #ejzah fanfiction

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hello everyone...!! i'm fifi ( she/her, 21+ ) and i bring to you jungha and hyoseop (zb1riize u are so special to me)! i would love love love to plot with everyone so please feel free to like this post and i'll jump straight into your ims! i always have a twitter and discord available upon request if you'd prefer to plot there!!

i'll start off by introducing my beloved muse, jungha! ex-almost-idol (newave 💔), current part-time tutor & delivery boy who's fluent in korean and ksl!

i have both his profile and bio available but you can find a tl;dr below the cut as well as some fun?? plot ideas!!

profile // bio

fluent in korean & korean sign language! both his father and older brother are deaf, so jungha communicates with them in ksl

really enjoyed music as a kid growing up and dreamt of becoming an idol. his parents, especially his dad was against the idea. they get into a large argument and jungha refuses to acknowledge his dad for weeks.

at 16, his mother passes away. he's devastated.

at 18, he auditions for a company and passes. his father is furious at him, and they fight yet again. they refuse to speak to each other, but only do so when his younger brother gets into big trouble at school. they communicate with one another and jungha's father finally laments, but he tells jungha that he will never truly support him.

he's a decent trainee! gets along well with the other trainees and staff and is known to be friendly and kind. they tell him that he's made the cut to join newave and that they'll be recording their pre-release song 'memories'. jungha is ecstatic. he feels like his dream is finally coming true.

he records memories, and thinks of how amazing it'll be once he finally debuts.

the dream is short-lived. he's pulled out of training one day, and it feels eerily similar to what had happened to him in school, the day his mother passed. the staff inform him that his father is in the hospital.

his dad is in need of a liver transplant, and urgently. he’d gone so long undiagnosed that even the doctors are surprised. jungha is there to sign the whole conversation, terrified by the information that he’s learning. his father had ignored his own ailment, had instead been working longer hours in an attempt to earn more money. jungha feels sick to his stomach.

the doctor explains to jungha that the fastest way to have his father go through the liver transplant is if either jungha or his younger brother decide to be the donor. jungha wastes no time to volunteering himself.

the doctor explains to him that he’ll have to run a few tests, but if the results come back as a match, it’s possible. but he also tells jungha that continuing the life of an idol trainee may be hard for the next few months.

jungha will have to drop out of his company, he’ll have to throw away his one chance at debuting. surprisingly, his father is against the idea. refuses to allow jungha to do this. “you can’t throw away your dream because of me,” he signs. but jungha is stubborn.

it’s fine, he thinks. he’s fine with giving up his dream.

jungha drops out of the company, leaving behind his dream of becoming an idol. maybe it was never meant to be.

the operation, thankfully, goes smoothly. his father never speaks of his idol dream again, but jungha knows that he carries a guilt that he can’t quite explain. he tells his father that it’s alright, jungha is happier this way too – with his father alive and well.

jungha is now a university student, as well as a part-time math tutor and delivery boy. his father continues making his monthly check-ups to the doctor, and jungha continues to strive for a better life.

plot ideas!!!

friends! jungha is really friendly. pretty selfless too, so he'd love to have friends! from uni, or highschool! depending on when they met, they would've known about jungha's stint at the idol life

people that dislike jungha. jungha isn't the type to easily dislike someone but maybe your muse doesn't sit right with him for some reason.

exes! fluff.... angst... anything really please give me exes...

one-sided crushes? jungha has a crush on your muse or your muse has a crush on jungha... maybe he's oblivious, maybe he's not!

newave members that trained with jungha!!

people that recognized jungha ( woah!! ) from the memories pre-release from the time when he was slated to debut with newave

delivery plots! jungha's a delivery boy so he could've delivered something to your muse and friendship ( or more?? ) grows from there!!

#jongno:hello #this is so late but hello!!! pls plot with me <3

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forgedroyalseal · 7 months

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Aftershocks- Part Two

TW: Mentions of rape, self blame

Will had been on edge all day, and as Baron Arald droned on about taxes or property damage or whatever he was going on about, he felt his nerves fray even more. He had planned to take a walk through the woods with Alyss after Baron Arald’s monthly report meeting. He intended to tell her about what really happened in Skandia. Now that they were newly engaged, he knew that he couldn’t keep it from her any longer. It was time to tell her. If only he could get through this god forsaken meeting.

“Ranger Treaty, what do you think?” The Baron’s voice broke through to Will’s wondering mind.

“Well,” Will searched his memory in hopes that whatever everyone had just been discussing had somehow made its way into his subconscious, but he came up with nothing. Alyss couldn’t even assist him. He had been pacing at the back of the room throughout the entire meeting, unable to stay still, while she was seated among her fellow couriers.

The Baron rose an eyebrow, “Yes?” He pressed.

Taking a breath, Will summoned as much of Halt’s vague and mysterious energy as he could. “It would be unwise to cast my opinion on this matter without giving it the proper consideration. I will meditate on it and only then will I reveal my true thoughts.” He was laying it on thick, but no one seemed to question his strange response, those than Alyss, who tried on vain to hide the slight smirk that had slipped onto her lips.

The meeting was dismissed shortly after, and Will waited anxiously outside the door for Alyss to finish her conversation with Wilma, an older courier that works with Alyss. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the walled behind him. He tried to focus on what he wanted to say to Alyss. How he was going to bring it up, how much he was going to tell her. A few moments later, Will felt a hand slip down his arm and lock fingers with his.

“Ready to go?” Alyss smiled at him and briefly, the tightness that had been building around his heart eased. This was Alyss. He had known her as long as he had known himself. He could do. Or at least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

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They walked until they met the river, where Alyss stopped and pulled Will to sit besides her on the soft spring grass. Will had been distracted all morning, with a far off look in his eyes. She had hoped that once they were out of the stuffy walls of the Baron’s office and in the fresh air, he’d be able to relax, but apparently she was wrong. Alyss watched as Will fiddled with his oak leaf pendant, something he only ever did when he was anxious or afraid.

“Is everything alright?” She asks softly. His eyes meet hers and when she saw the panicked look in them, every terrible possibility flooded her mind. He was sick. He was calling off the engagement. He was in love with someone else. He was being reassigned. Something was wrong with Horace or Cassandra or George or Jenny or-

“I need to tell you something.” His words cut of her spiraling thoughts. “I wasn’t sure if I was going to, but it’s the right thing to do. You need to know before we marry.” It sounded more like he was convincing himself than explaining to her.

“You can tell me anything Will. It’s not going to change how I feel about you.” And the sincerity in the words gave Will the final push he needed.

Taking a deep breath he said, “I was raped in Skandia. A few times actually. By a few different people.”

The silence was deafening.

“Alyss,”

“Oh my god. I’m going to be sick.” And one didn’t have to be a ranger to pick up on the utter disgust in her voice. She pressed a hand to her mouth, desperately trying to keep her breakfast down. The words echoed in her head. Skandia was years ago. Will was her best friend long before he was her fiancé and he still hadn’t felt able to tell her what happened. Once the nausea finally started to ease, she looked up at Will, and as soon as she did, the sick nausea rushed back as she watched shame seep into his face.

“Hey hey hey, that’s not what I meant. I’m sorry, it’s just- I wasn’t expecting this.” She scrambled to find the words that would make him understand, but her protests fell on deaf ears.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you before we started any of this. I mislead you, and I won’t hold you to the engagement. You said yes to a different man. A stronger one. A purer one. A cleaner one. I won’t blame you if you walk away. In fact, it’s probably the right thing to do.” Will clambered to his feet, desperate to get away before before he lost control and broke down completely. All the effort he had put in over the years to heal and recover seemed to crumble like sand being washed away by the tide. He had made a mistake, a huge mistake. It had gone so well with Halt and Gilan, that Will was certain Alyss would respond similarly. She was his best friend and the love of his life, of course she’d still love him, he had promised himself.

What an idiot he had been. Gilan and Halt could see past what had happened because they saw him as a kid that needed to be cared for and protected. But Alyss saw him as her protecter. How could he take care of her after failing to protect himself so completely? And the idea that she’d ever be willing to share a bed with him after knowing how dirty he was? That was nothing but childish idealism. How could someone as pure and beautiful as Alyss stand the idea of being intimate with someone like him?

“Will, wait!” Alyss hurried to follow after him. Once she caught up with him she grabbed at his sleeve and yanked him towards her. She cupped his face in her hands, the hot tears trickling around her fingers.

“I’m sorry. You misunderstood me. I am utterly disgusted by the people who hurt you. Not by you. Never you. My love, you have endured so much. Too much for anyone man to carry. And you are still kind, loving, and generous. You still look for the best in people. You are smarter and braver than a mortal man has any right to be. I don’t know how you survived everything life has thrown at you, but you have. And it’s just one of the thousands of reasons why I love you.” Alyss wrapped her arms around Will, who was openly sobbing at this point. “I am not going anywhere Will. You and I are a done deal. There is nothing you could tell me that would change that.”

“I love you. God I love you Alyss.” Will pressed his face into the side of her neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just. I don’t know. I just didn’t want to have to drag it all back up again. I wanted to be able to move forward with my life.”

“Never apologize to me about anything regarding this. You have an absolute right to handle it however you’d like. I’m not going to push for details, but I’m here to listen to whatever you are comfortable telling me. I just have one question, does anyone else know?”

Will sniffs, “Halt and Gilan. Erak too but I didn’t tell him, he just… found me. After.”

Alyss laces their hands together and rubs his knuckles with her thumb.“Is it ok if I let Halt know that you told me?”

“Why do you wanna do that?”Will’s brow furrows, but he doesn’t frown which Alyss takes as a good sign.

“I want Halt to know that you’ll have all the support you need. That I’ll be looking after you just as much as you look after me. Because we, Will Treaty, are a team, and we take care of each other.”

“Okay. Yeah, I don’t mind you telling him. But, um, no one else, right? I haven’t even told Cassandra or Horace. And the last thing I want is for everyone to find out and be whispering about it behind my back.”

“I promise Will, I’ll take it to my grave. It’s not my story to share. But please understand, you have nothing to be ashamed of. And if you eventually decide to share this part of your life with anyone else, I will be right by your side.”

And several months later, when he did confide in Cassandra and Horace, Alyss was in fact, right by his side.

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #will treaty #ranger’s apprentice fanfiction #rangers apprentice fanfiction #alyss mainwaring #fanfiction #aftershock

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popculturebuffet · 3 months

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Monthly Muppets Madness: Sammy J and Randy in Bin Night (Comissoin for WeirdKev27)

Hello all you happy muppety faces and welcome back to Monthly Muppets! My look at all things muppet, from the troupe themselves, to other works by jim henson to the many things inspired by his fine work.

And tonight is bin night as we look at the australian comedy duo of Sammy J and Randy Feltface and their 2012 special Bin Night. I first found out about this duo after Kev had found out about this duo from Lachey V, another long time patron on this blog, and wanted me to cover their show Ricketts Lane, which looks delightfully insane in the vein of british comedies like The Mighty boosh or Snuffbox. Sadly so far we haven't been able to find it anywhere in the us and attempts to rip it off Lachey's dvd's didn't quite work. So while I fully intend to cover Rickett's Lane at some point, for now we're doing Bin Night to still give these boys the spotlight.

The Duo's origin seem simple enough: Randy came from Heath McIvor's long time love of puppetry, having according to wikipedia been practicing since the tender age of 13. McIvor was tasked by a friend to do a show called "what is bullying to you" and needing a third puppet that could be unisex, Randy was born. While the show didn't go off well, McIvor liked the puppet and started performing with him, picking up steam.

He eventually met Sammy J when the two were double billed and they hit it off, soon becoming a double act. Nowadays the two aren't performing together as Randy has moved here to the US and Sammy is still in austrilia doing a show on ABC, but it's clear if the two wanted to get back together they could and it dosen't seem like any big split happened. They simply had other stuff they wanted to do and parted ways. I'm defintely up to look at Randy's solo material eventaully if anyone's intrested

For now we're looking at bin night. Bin Night has a very simple premise: Sammy J and Randy have someone sneaking their bags into their trash bins, and have decide to stake it out. various other nonsense insues including a feast, living shovels, murder, furry cosplay, and trips to machu pichu. You can find out about it all under the cut.

So the setup I mentiond is simple as is the set for this one: i'ts just the duo's yard, their house, and the bin. There's plenty of other props, backup dancers for the feast song, and what have you but it's a scaled down two man show almost entirely focused on these two idiots attempts to make it through the night.

Luckily Sammy J and Randy are strong characters; Sammy J is a tight ass, putting most of his faith in overcomplicated plans that have to go to the letter and annoy randy at how long they take. Randy meanwhile is a bit more loosey goosey and impuslive, the kind of guy who'd gladly sneak into a musuem benifit next to the building he's been peeing on to bum free food.

Sammy J drives most of the plot but it works well. Not only is the contrast of the muppet being the sane one of the two great, but Sammy takes your usual straight man to hilariously up his own ass lengths that lead to Randy barely parsing what he's doing. For instance Sammy J had a security system installed and insists it's state of the art and great.. despite all it's acomplished so far being accusing Randy of being a pedophile due to how the system SHOUTS "alert alert pedophile" for reasons, getting him arrested for trying to get into his own house, and getting him on the sex offenders registry. Not only that you have to close the door JUST RIGHT or your locked out, which naturally happens to our heroes. It's a joke that could easily fall or simply lean on being "lol pedophile".. but just keeps escalting and keeps working due to relatablity: we've seen tons of security system gags and i've had plenty of technology fail and plenty of people assume an overcomplicated system for their house is more resonable than removing it.

The lock out is also bad due to my faviorite gag of the special: the feast. The boys sing an entire song about Sammy J cooking them up a feast. Why he choose feast night to be stakeout night I don't know. And fitting the character he can't even have THAT be simple, forcing Randy to fast for 6 days to properly enjoy it and just.. not admitting he fucked up at any point, preferring to wait on the line to get support instead of I dunno, throwing a rock in his own window. The backup dancers, who get rudely dismissed and the chef's hat are just delightful.

The special has plenty of delightful stage florishes too: they go through their suspect list by having Randy's pupeteer dress up as each one , turning off the lights and using spotlights to simulate a camera flash while Sammy narrates them. My faviorite is the local family man from the family everyone hates whose hobbies include "Cheating on his wife and when not cheating on his wife football, darts and cheating on his wife" We also get extra puppets including a shovel and a pizza box. This show was low budget but you can tell they stretched every dollar they had and it paid off, both being skilled at muppetry. It's an ingenious use of stage and budget.

The pizza box comes about because the two consider odering pizza but Sammy's refusal to bend on waiting on hold sadly scuppers that plan. It does lead to a new one as Sammy, being the draconian howard moonian prick he is, threw away a nut loaf Randy tried to sneak in. Problem is BOTH are hiding things from each other, so they don't want to open it. We also get a great gag on Sammy pointing out on how "father time tops up people's life juice." and how he just says "Well that's it isn't it" when confronted with a good rebuttal.

Naturally the second Sammy J leaves Randy gets in the bin and finds BETRYAl: he'd been waiting to hear back from a woman he liked who was in machu piccu and Sammy J sent the letter away.. then wacks him with a shovel. Then decides wether to bury him or.. dis...dismember the corpse? And he chooses the latter?

Yeah we get full on muppet mutilation here complete with the bloody head of randy feltface. Sammy does capture the bin burglaar but as a ressurected Randy explains (Father time does indeed top off life juice), their kinjdly neighbor was a drug kingpin and he neded the money to get to machu picu. HE was in on the bin stuff this whole time. So the two decide to go to macu picu, Randy to find his lost love, and Sammy because "third wheel?".. and because he'll pay for Randy's passport. They miss her by 45 minutes but they had fun.

As you can probably gather this special was both hard to write about, as it's a fairly simple stage show more reliant on letting gags fly and insane. It seemed pretty mundane at first but just..e sclates as it goes and it's beautiful the whole time. Just about every bit they set up pays off some how. They also make out at one point, so they at least got to the point faster than the mighty boosh ever did.

Sammy J and Randy in Bin Night.. is a lot of fun and I recommend it wholeheardtly. These two comics clearly get how to take the muppet style of nonsense and translate it to adult humor without having ot scream

There's a lot of impressive puppets, fun gags and great character work nestled in this special and it was well worth the hour it took to watch it. You can find the special on youtube if your curious. I only wahnt to dig into MORE of these guys work, both as a duo and riding solo, after this magnificent special: it's fun, breezy and a nice mix of the muppets and the mighty boosh. Check it out if you haven't and check your bins. You never know when people will hide drug money or letters int here.

#sammy j #randy feltface #muppets #australia #bin night #comedy #special #monthly muppets

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dearmrsawyer · 11 months

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am decidedly not leaving bed today!! i feel like i've been run off my feet the last few weeks and i don't need to go anywhere or do anything today so i will not :) yesterday i hosted a fundraiser for the Cancer Council, an Australian org that does tonnes of things like fund research, offer support services to people with cancer, educate and train educators. Last year i hosted it with one of my colleagues but she did a lot of the heavy lifting. This year she's on maternity leave so i did it myself and it was v successful!! We raised over $500 :) So i am feeling v pleased and tired.

i have been thinking about my general state of being and that although i often feel like there is a LOT going on in my day to day i do think that so far this year i've been in a good place. last year was mostly about sitting in a ditch of despair sdfklkdl but the composition of my life this year has been such that i haven't been in that place. what a treat! also my house has not flooded 3 times in the last 6 months so that is certainly nice!

i've had a bit more regular contact with some of my close friends. every month i Zoom with Ellen, my friend from Norway. She's my OG online friend, we met in a Lost forum when i was like 14 LOL, we started doing regular Zooms during covid but have had a good run going lately. Although we did miss the last one because she's hecticly working on her thesis, but regardless it feels like we've been built such consistency and its so good to have that monthly check in. I've also started going out to dinner once a month with my IRL best friend, who i think i saw a grand total of 3 times in 2020-2022 lol, and THAT has been so nice. Human connection outside my household! Who would have thought!!

Also i have not been to so many live events within a 6 month period since like 2018?? All those postponed showed finally caught up with me lol. In Feb i saw Harry with my best friend and the Vamps on my own (i love a solo concert experience), in March I saw MCR with my best friend, in April I saw an Aussie comedy duo called Lano and Woodley with my family (they're like the root of mine and my brother's sense of humour) and in May i saw Kisschasy with an old highschool buddy that I still talk to a lot when i get my act together and reply to his whatsapp messages rip. So much to do!!!! I think of all the shows, my fav night this year was definitely with the Vamps, i just love them. They are so fun to share a room with, their show was so small and at a venue i love/feel comfortable at, and it was their 10 year greatest hits tour so they played all my old favs :') I love them. I do feel like i need a rest from 'events' for a bit now 😂 but it was so nice to have things on the horizon and to get dressed in clothes I haven't worn for 3 years and even to be overwhelmed by uncomfortably large events in the company of friends lol.

Oh I also finished preparing my garden! I haven't planted anything because timing-wise it just worked out that i didn't finish until a couple of weeks ago, and with winter around the corner i don't particular want to set up my garden right now. But it's all dug up and ready to go, so i've laid tarps over it and it will be ready when Spring comes :) I'll need to order some good soil and then pull out my seeds that I have from before we moved. I'm not sure they'll still be good? But we'll see what happens! I can just buy new ones if necessary. So i'm really excited that the second the season is right i can just GET GOING!! No more waiting around for the rain to stop so that i can pull out the forest of weeds, no more STUPID rose bush roots in the way, it will be go time babey.

I have been reading a lot this year, I don't think it is a coincidence that my mind has been more able to manage absorbing books now that i don't feel i am in a ditch of despair lol, my 2023 brain is like perhaps we CAN do more than passively absorb shows we've watched twenty times. i mean we are still doing that in spades for sure, but looking at words on a page for recreational purposes does not feel like too much work! our weekly afternoon tea's at work are currently book-focused too, each week someone picks a genre and we all talk about a book in that genre that we love. Me and one of my colleagues are compiling the list of books mentioned every week and sharing them on Teams as a record, its been soooo fun. The last 2 weeks were scifi and fantasy (aka what i care about) and I chose the long way to a small angry planet and The Princess Bride. Next week's topic of biography though so my run of luck has come to an end sjkdgjkdf but its been vvv fun to basically have a blook club every week! I'm hoping i get picked in the next couple of weeks so i can choose LGBT+ books a) bc it will be Pride month and b) bc i recently read that is how it always is and LOVED it so much and am v interested in what recs my colleagues will have in that genre, but there are a couple of other people that i reckon could choose that if they're picked first (which i am ay-okay with) so my backup genre is books that have adaptations (so i can talk about six of crows 😈)

anyway its chilly and i will be reading fic in bed with Sawyer for the remainder of today, what more could one want

#just taking a bit of stock of my year so far! have been feeling reflective this week #tp

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CloverCoin Artpack 2024 March + Updates

[PATREON POST + ART PACK] Hey everyone... I see March is rounding the corner to being over and I realized I never actually make an official patreon post yet. A lot has been happening on our end / IRL. We recently found our we might need to move this summer... But thanks to a lot of back and forth between us and the new landlord we got a lease extension for 1 year to prepare our savings and safely move out to another place in town or around this town we are currently living in. After a lot of discussion between my husband and I, we're really struggling to find rental single family homes that fit our disability needs AND budget. Rent bubble in our area is about 70% more than our current rent which... is mind blowing. But we are determined! With further discussion we think we agree, we'd like to buy a house to make sure our needs are met and that we can take care of our senior dogs without having our lives uprooted without notice. So our belts are going to be really tight over the next year while we try to scrimp and save every penny to go towards our goal to purchase a house next year. That is scary but also so exciting! Wish us luck, we're going to need every lick of it to pull this off. ~~~ Other worse news... The reason why I've been struggling these past few weeks. My family has been reaching out to me and it's official. My mother has a terminal cancer diagnosis. I do not live near her, so I would like to budget a trip out to see her at some point this summer. We don't have any real time lines yet until we see how to reacts to chemo treatment. She's just started that this month. So that's been a weird tangle of emotions and talking with my siblings about what we expect out of all this. How we each can help in what ways we can. One of my older sisters is taking control of talking with the doctors and updating us since my mother is extremely avoidant about talking about her illnesses. At this time I won't be taking any time off from working and doing adopts/commissions. We need the money more than ever, even just to go fly or drive up to see her. But I will update on patreon/discord when I'm taking a week or so off to visit her. ~~~ More middling news? Our two senior dogs, Ollie and Junior, have been having little health scares this year. Feels like 2024 just started and so much has happened! Ollie has been diagnosed with a heart murmur and is on medication now to help treat it. Diet and life style changes as well to help him stay fit. Junior may have had a small seizure or stroke, for 2 days he was not able to stand or walk which really scared us. Both have been to the vet multiple times this year and are being watched VERY closely. I just hope nothing happens to them before we find them a new house to live in. (knocks on wood) ~~~ I myself am having some medical issues but... Just with everything going on I just haven't had time to assign myself with a new clinic and new gp. My new health insurance won't let me see the old one anymore and it's EXTREMELY disruptive to my whole life. So there's a chance my body might get a flat tire in the future, but I'll try to manage it accordingly. To end it all on a good note, I did finally finish my very last tooth filling / replacement and after a year and a half of constant dentist visits, my mouth is all fixed! Hooray!!!! Now we just have to tackle my jaw and TMJ problems haha. ~~~ I think... that's the big items of what's going on. Why I've been really absent online and for updates. Life just kinda had a weird downpour on us, but we're sorting it out. We signed a new lease. Prov is working very hard at his new job. The future is really scary for me right now and I'm really struggling. Please be patient with me while we go through these big life changes at this time. I'll be opening up new commission slots soon to start a monthly income to help with house savings. If anyone has pending commissions with me or trades, please never hesitate to DM me/poke me for updates. I've been a lot more disorganized more than usual lately and I am happy to give any updates or refunds as needed should anything come up that I can't handle. Sorry bout the long read everyone, but thank you so much for skimming through and keeping up with what's going on in my life. I've been desperately missing art more and more every day I spend away from it, so I look forward to sharing even more art with you all! Thank yo everyone for all your support! AJD . ART

#CloverCoin #patreon #patron #update #updates #artpack #artpacks

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Family Reunion | Top Gun Maverick Fic 📸

Audrey Davidson, Tom Kazansky and Pete Mitchell aka Maverick 💨, Iceman 🧊 and Sunset ⛅️

One of the platonic friendships with a long relationship, beyond the years of knowing each other

Mention of the Class of 86’

Kinda short fic

In 1986 a friendship began without a shadow of a doubt, during Top Gun. Sunset already was friends with Maverick and Goose way before Top Gun. Especially with her and Maverick dating a long time, and staying just friends later. But afterwards they met the rest of the 86’ crew, starting a tight unit between all of them. A rivalry between Iceman and Maverick became a longtime lasting friendship, and with Sunset and Iceman becoming closer after Goose’s death. Sunset became the glue that held the 3 of them together, on occasion.

Doesn’t matter how far apart they might seem, they became closer than ever over the years. Hanging out at bars, enjoying a family dinner, parties during the holidays, weekly or monthly calls between the trio and special surprise visits. Which leads us to present day, Maverick was already cooking up a storm with the Admirals after a stunt with the Darkstar project with cause Iceman to save his ass again for the 4th time in the last two months while Sunset filled out a idea for Iceman, a return to Top Gun. Yes, Maverick only stayed an instructor for a few weeks there in the late 80s but this time it would be needed. So Iceman and his daughter, Amber Kazansky, got to work with finding the top notch graduates for the team that Sunset, Audrey would soon title ‘The Daggers’.

Audrey was stationed out in Chicago as a field officer, even though her title was also Captain, teaching fresh faced pilots the basic rules of working together and having them in tip top shape. If not, she working on her personal hobbies of engineering work for fixing up the tail wings of planes or sending out millions dollar planes to be used for Top Gun rookies to learn in. This week, she got Wolfman and Sundown to cover for her as she decides to pay a visit to Ice in the North Island and see how Maverick was doing with the classes. Tom’s wife, Sarah, let her into the household as both woman talked before she sneaked her way down the hallway to the office.

Tom Kazansky had his back turned from the doorway looking at the plenty of framed photographs from over the years of family, friends, accompanied allies and his recorded stories taken place in each picture. He’s been working all day, hearing complains from Cyclone about Maverick’s work and dealing with meetings from other officials for the projects at hand.

He was glancing at a photograph of him, Maverick and Slider mid laugh at a work when he heard a female voice jokingly saying, “You know, you can just tell Mav how much you really care about him instead of looking at pictures frames of him? Then me and Slider won’t have to worry about your longing loving gaze any longer!”

There were a few chuckles and a smile in that voice that can brighten up a little bit of any day. He turned around chuckling and joked back, “You were betting on us? How much money?”

“50 bucks give or take.” She said shrug, playing to cool.

“50 bucks?! Come on, Pretty Mama, you can do better than that!” He yelled walking over to give the woman a hug using his nickname that he made for her, years ago as he hugged him back tightly.

“Shut it, old man! 50 bucks can buy me a decent amount of lunch, maybe even dinner at a restaurant.”

“Yeah, in your dreams probably! I missed you, I didn’t know you were flying back so early.”

“If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?”

“Amber got that from you, you know?”

“I know. I missed you and you need a break!”

“I’m perfectly fine, but I’m open to having fun lunch.”

“Great, my treat!”

The two headed off to the streets of North Land where a small diner near the beach was stated that held burgers and hotdogs along with fries on the side. The pair chatted up a storm discussing the plan for The Daggers, Audrey probably moving back to San Diego, California and how life as been going on general. They were laughing up a storm and retelling stories of their past together, even ones that happened over the last few weeks. Sarah called them a few times but neither one of them until they arrived back at the Kazansky household with her scolding them however she couldn’t stay mad at the pair for too long.

Over the next few weeks Audrey stayed at the Kazansky household working alongside Tom and the others, sharing the load of work with him and heading out to meetings and getting the detailed information from Amber on how everything was going so far for preparations. The moments and days Audrey had no work or breaks, she stayed texting Pete Maverick Mitchell, having a long text chain dating back to 2017 since the pair finally decided to change their phones, moving their database onto brand new phones for the exact year they are currently in. They are classic people with brand new technology, having kept IPhones 5s, IPhones 6s, IPhones 7s and others for years. Pete has teased the idea of Audrey coming down to the beach and watch the new crew, little did he know that she was already driving there and keeping on an eye on him. Since she visited The Hark Deck to keep an watch on Amber, JenPen, him and the new crew of pilots for the mission.

Audrey kept a low profile that she didn’t even let Penny know she was there expect for a few waves and winks from across the bar until day where she headed down to the beachside near the Hard Deck. Audrey packed her bag and decided to wear the coolest outfit she owned for the heat wave of the warm weather as she drove over and once she arrived, the girl heard call the shouts, laughter and smiles in everyone’s voice from a mile away. Audrey ran up the set to the patio where she saw the Dagger Squad grinning and laughing while music played loudly until she heard, “Drey!” She whipped her head around to notice Penny yelling out her name as both woman ran up to each other giving the biggest hug they can possibly master gushing and smiling.

Audrey smiled, “Penny?! Oh my god, the rumors are true!”

“Ha ha very funny! I missed you.” Penny yelled back taking a seat with her near the table, pouring her a glass of lemonade as well.

“Thank you. You shouldn’t be surprised that I’m here, I saw you at the bar days ago.”

“I know that! But still, how are things?”

“Things been fine, aside from work and traveling from different places.” Audrey smirked thinking about something, “What about you? I know Pete is in town!”

Penny blushes and chuckled waving her off, “Oh no, not you too! I still really like Pete and we planned on hanging out together later today.”

“Oooooh! Tell me more!”

“Shut up! How about you, miss single gal? Anyone catch your eye lately or…”

“Take my breath away? Nope! And I have no interest in that, I usually spend time with a guy for a weeks then off to my next destination.”

“I always thought you would’ve ended up with Tom…Slider or even Wolfman..?”

“I-um..Kazansky and I are just friends, yeah sure we had huge crushes on each other in the 80s but it uh, it wasn’t meant to be. Hell, I introduced him to his wife, Sarah, remember?”

“Oh yes I remember! You called Sarah over to meet him at the bar in 1989 but they didn’t date until 1991. But you should try going on the dating scene again.”

Audrey joked, “What? Try online dating with some stranger on the internet?”

“Yeah! I mean, meet some new guys online or speed dating on those restaurants. They are nice ideas!”

“No can do it, Penny! I’ll try and settle down when Pete does finally end up with you.”

“Oh god…”

“Yup! Tick tock we all know you still like each other..”

“Cause it’s true! We do, we are just waiting for the right moment.”

“And it will come sooner than you think.

As if on cue, Pete Maverick Mitchell saw both ladies grinning with pride waving at them before sitting down on the chair to watch his crew keep playing. The girls watched as well as they kept chatting. Suddenly Cyclone’s voice came ringing into her ears, she she whipped her head around to see him talking with Maverick who sat down. The men started having a small conversation as Audrey Sunset knew she had to step in and help out her best friend, she left Penny for a moment greeting Cyclone’s taller figures with a smile as they nodded, shaking hands. He asked the duo, Sunset and Maverick, what the hell are the young aviators were doing and Audrey answered, “Dogfight football.”

“You wanted a team sir, there is your team.” Maverick confidently said smiling then looking up at Cyclone who sighed.

The Daggers kept playing with one another and enjoying their time together which made the duo smile brightly. The Admiral, Cyclone, kept asking questions and even reminding them that time is of the essence and they shouldn’t exactly be playing too many games. They nodded answering his questions the best they can however Pete and Audrey knew that allowing the group to have some fun and keep up a good interaction with one another creates a bond to use later while in the air, a relationship in the skies and the ground. Finally Cyclone left the duo as Pete and Audrey chuckled giving one another the tightness gentle hug they can mange.

Pete yelled, “Mama, I missed you!”

“I know!” She yelled back grinning.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming here, I wouldn’t brought a few more beach blankets and stuff.”

“If I did Mav, it wouldn’t be a surprised. But by the looks of it, you clearly got it covered with the team.”

“I can handle everything just fine. We had a couple of missteps here and there but I handled it well.”

“You mean you and Amber handled it well. This whole thing is a huge team effort honestly and I’ve seen your teaching skills, they’re great!”

He grinned at the compliment and joked, “Oh really? I’ve been told I can hold myself well in the skies or whatever.”

“Yeah hot shot! You can teach it but remember who taught you to keep your calm up there? Me!” She replied grinning proudly to herself.

“Shut up you! I hate you sometimes. ”

“No, you love me. Every time!”

“Hmm maybe I do, maybe I don’t?” Pete said said playfully with earned him a playful nudge and pointed look from Audrey as he laughed, “I’m kidding! I love you!”

The duo stare down watching the Daggers and chatting about their days, noticing the crazy kids having a total blast. Even all gang members tackling Hondo to the ground which caused everyone to laugh loudly as they kept going back and forth on the next set of games. Hell Maverick and Sunset joined in for the incoming rounds ending up wet from failing to keep away from the seawater.

Soon enough burgers, fries, drinks and or just snacks filled up everyone’s stomachs! Time past as all the guys and girls split up to do their thing on the beach or inside. A few insightful moments resulted by the end of the day but overall it was a fun time. Audrey returned back to household after leaving on long lasting conversations with Maverick and Penny.

Audrey entered the doorway that lead towards the living room as she dropped her bag and yelled out, “Hey! I’m home! ”

Tom was reading a book he picked up lately while wearing his reading glasses as she glanced up at her replying, “There you are!”

“Sorry, traffic was a bust. But before that Maverick and I-”

Iceman laughed hearing his other friends name dropped shaking her head, “Say no more.”

“You didn’t let me finish!”

“You said Maverick and we both know where that leads to!”

It was Sunset turn to laugh, “Ok your not wrong! But it was Maverick, me and Penny, I’ll have you know.”

“So it wasn’t total chaos.”

“Exactly.”

The two headed to the kitchen to find something to read, knowing Sarah nor Amber would be home until much later in the day due to them hanging out with friends and family members. Later on they headed down to the office to check over files and check to see if there were any good films to watch in the DVD box usually set in a closet filled with older stuff. Overall it was a nice successful day.

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