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jakexneytiri · 4 months

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Same anon asking for more dad!neteyam x reader + babies - can we have them learning about their mom being pregnant again and learning about having a new sibling. Or maybe hunting lessons with grandma and grandpa. Whichever one inspires you!

how about both! well, sorta. i’m gonna post what i have written for this so far, and if you are all interested in the fishing scene, i’ll post that too :) thank you for all of your support!! 🥰

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morning sickness wasn’t something you were fond of. it had you up in the early hours of the morning, doubled over with a carved wooden bowl in your hands. the remnants of some bladder polyps you had neteyam fetch in the middle of the night had made their way up your throat and into the bowl. “i’m never eating another one of those again.” you thought to yourself, trying to focus on anything besides the slimy, green goop in the bowl in front of you.

neteyam was sound asleep for a couple hours, but the sound of your heaving woke him up instantly.

“my love?” he questions, sitting up beside you as his large hand runs down the length of your spine. “why did you not wake me sooner?” as he rises to his feet, he grabs the bowl from you, heading outside your marui to discard its current contents.

“oh, i’m sorry, i was a little busy ridding my body of my late night snack. i don’t think our little one likes bladder polyps very much.” you reply in a snarky tone, laying back down to curl up on your sleeping mat in a fetal position.

neteyam sighs, as he grabs a bowl of fresh water for you to sip on. he carefully hands it to you, settling next to you.

“no more bladder polyps, then.” he nods, gently rubbing your back again. a few moments of silence pass, before his ears perk up at the sounds of your sniffling. he sits up immediately, tugging at your shoulder to examine your face.

“why are you crying?” confusion is plastered all over neteyam’s face, searching for the reason you’re so upset.

“i don’t want the children to see me like this. i have no appetite, and they wanted me to take them hunting today, and i-” you cry out, throwing your arms around your mate as you sob into his bare chest.

“shhh, shhhhh. it is all right, my love. do not worry. i will page for my mother and father to take them hunting. they’ll love to spend time with them today. do you want me to call for them now?” neteyam glances outside through the open flap of your marui, knowing it’s a bit early, even for village life to start.

you nod into his chest, sniffling hard as you cling to him. “yes….please. before the children wake.”

“shhh.” his large hand brushes over your hair, smoothing it gently. “i’ll send for them now.”

neteyam raises his other hand to his throat comm, and with a click of a button, you can hear your father in law’s voice through your mate’s earpiece.

“son, clearly someone must be sick, injured, or dying for you to be paging me this early in the goddamn morning. which is it?” jake snaps, though his voice has a tinge of grogginess to it. he was never a morning person as a human, and it certainly didn’t change when he became na’vi.

you hated to interrupt your in laws, especially when he was your olo’eyktan, with his own duties to tend to. your ears pin back against your skull as you bow your head, ashamed.

“dad, it’s y/n. she’s not feeling well. this….pregnancy is taking a toll on her.”

“ah, shit.” jake grumbles on the other line, and you can envision him rubbing his hand over his face, as he does when he’s stressed. “she okay now? want me to send your mother over to help?” jake’s voice has a tinge of worry to it as you hear your mother in law’s voice speaking to jake, mumbling something you can’t make out.

“actually, i was hoping you and mom would be able to watch the children for a bit. they wanted y/n to take them hunting today, but i think that’s out of the question for her. at least until she’s better.” neteyam continues to run his hand along your hair, trying his best to calm you as he speaks with his father.

“give us fifteen and we’ll be over soon.” the line clicks, and you’re left with the guilty conscience of your in-laws covering for you. again.

“they will be here soon. do you want to try drinking more water?” neteyam asks gently, still cradling you in his arms.

you sigh, sitting up to shake your head. “it’s not right, nete. i cannot ask this of them. they have their own duties to tend to, it’s wrong of me to-”

neteyam cuts you off right then and there. “-yawne, you do know they are their own person, capable of making their own decisions. my mother and father adore you, and they are more than happy to help. our family is more important to them than their daily village tasks. you know they’ll take any excuse to see the children. they love them. now please, don’t fret. they’ll be over soo-”

neteyam’s voice is drowned out by a shriek from your youngest daughter.

“GWANDPA!!!” nima squeals, running over to the front of your marui where jake and neytiri now stand.

“shhhh, shhhh babygirl! you’re gonna wake the whole village.” jake chuckles lightly, taking a knee to open his arms wide for her.

nima runs straight into them, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and kissing the tip of his nose. “why hewe, gwandpa?” she asks, confused as to why her grandparents were here so early in the morning.

“no way! grandpa and gramma are here!!” txonuk says happily, nudging se’ayl and tsantu awake.

“we’re takin’ you guys on a little huntin’ trip today.” jake explains, as neytiri kneels down to hug se’ayl, txonuk, and tsantu.

“but, i thought momma was taking us?” txonuk says, confused as he glances over to the drape that closes off the space where you and neteyam sleep during the night.

“your sa’nu [mommy] needs to rest. she is not feeling well.” neytiri gently explains to them, as neteyam slips through the drape.

“thank you for coming.” he says quietly, walking over to give his mother a hug, and his father a handshake.

“dad? is momma okay?” txonuk asks, tugging on neteyam’s loincloth.

“mama will be fine, don’t you worry about her, okay? come, let’s get your bows.” neteyam suggests, as jake and neytiri walk with him to where the bows are stored.

“which one’s yours, nima baby? is it……this one?” jake asks, holding up your bow.

nima bursts in a fit of giggles, thinking grandpa’s the funniest na’vi she’s ever met. “noooooooooo, gwandpa! that’s mama’s! you siwwy.”

jake chuckles and sets your bow back in its place. “is ittt…..this one?” jake holds up txonuk’s bow now.

“nooooooo! that ‘nuk’s bow!” nima giggles a bit more, shaking her head no multiple times.

“hey! that’s my bow, grandpa!” txonuk says, pointing to nima’s mini bow hanging up toward the end of the wall. “this one’s nimas!”

jake chuckles again as he hands txonuk his bow, rustling his curls before grabbing nima’s bow. “this one’s yours?”

“yea, yea!” nima says happily, taking the bow and holding it to her chest tightly, hugging the object.

“come, children. we must head out now, this is when payoang [fish] are most active.” neytiri urges, gently guiding them to the front of the marui.

“here nima, go to daddy for a sec. i’m gonna check on your mama, okay?” jake says, handing her off to neteyam.

“daddyyy!” nima says happily, playing with the beads on his necklace.

neteyam chuckles at this, kissing the top of her forehead gently. “good morning, nima baby.”

inside, jake makes his way over to your closed off bedroom sheet, stopping just outside of it. “babygirl? you decent in there?”

your eyes flutter open, glancing at the shadow cast on your bedroom sheet. “dad?….come in.” you croak softly, clearing your throat.

jake pulls the sheet back, slipping inside as he kneels beside you. he takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb gently over the top of your hand. his eyebrows push together in concern as he sees the current state you’re in. “jesus, kid. you look terrible.”

you let out a soft laugh, looking down at his hands as you shake your head. “gee, thanks, dad.”

“i’m not sayin’ it to be funny, sweetheart. we need to get you some help. d’you want me to call for mo’at?” he asks, concern laced in his voice as his thumb still strokes the top of your hand gently.

your eyes water at this, unable to control your hormones. tears stream down your cheeks as you look up at your father in law, defeated. “it’s been so hard. i don’t know why this pregnancy has been so difficult, but it is. i don’t want to worry neteyam, but….i’m worried.”

“shhh, shhhh. there’s no need for that. worryin’ doesn’t do anyone any good.” jake starts to say, as neytiri pulls back the sheet now.

“oh, my sweet child…” she says gently, kneeling on the other side of your sleeping mat. “how are you feeling?”

you can only answer with a sob, turning into your pillow as you cry. “it hasn’t been easy.” you cry out, as neytiri holds your other hand.

jake and neytiri both exchange a worried glance, before looking back down at you.

“i will call for mother. she will bring the right ‘umtsa [medicine] for you.” neytiri reassures you, wiping your tears away with her other hand.

“thank you…both of you, truly…..i feel terrible for waking you up so early-” jake shakes his head and cuts your sentence short.

“don’t you dare apologize, babygirl. you’re sick. we need you to get better, and that’s our top priority, okay? nothing else is more important.”

neytiri nods in agreement, squeezing your hand gently. “ma ‘ite [my daughter], please, rest. we will take care of the children, do not worry.”

jake leans in to place a gentle kiss to your forehead, as neytiri follows suit. neytiri even fluffs your pillow for you, squeezing your hand one last time before they both rise to their feet, giving you one last look.

“promise me you’ll rest up, kid? you need it.” jake asks, squeezing neytiri’s hand gently as they look over your sleeping mat.

your lower lip trembles as you nod. “i promise, dad.”

jake and neytiri head out of your marui, as jake scoops nima up in his arms. “ready to go hunt, babygirl?”

“wes, wes!!” nima says excitedly, plucking the string of her bow.

neytiri squeezes neteyam’s arm gently, halting him from heading back inside. “neteyam. i called for my mother, she will bring ‘umtsa. make sure y/n takes it. it will help.”

“thank you, mother.” neteyam nods, before giving his children one last look. “have fun with grandma and grandpa, my little ones.”

all four of his children wave back to him, as neteyam slips through the marui opening, lacing it shut before making his way back to you. his strong arms wrap around you, gently rubbing your arm as he holds you.

sleep comes to you eventually, after what seems like hours of dozing off. you’re grateful that jake and neytiri are able to take your children hunting, plus it gives them a chance to spend time with their grandchildren. you can only hope that they’re behaving for them.

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anonymous-dentist · 2 months

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Or: Soulmates share their dreams every night and can communicate in them, but it's Spiderbit

For day three of @smallchaoscryptid's Spiderbit Week - Soulmates

Dream One: How to Train Your Dragon

He blinks awake and finds himself far from the battlefield. His clothes are dry and not muddy, his skin is clean, his teeth feel dull in his mouth.

He's in a strange room: fireplace, stiff bed beneath him(but, really, any kind of bed is better than what he's had since the War started.) The smell of cooked fish.

He grimaces. He likes cooked flesh better, thanks.

This is a dream. He knows it's a dream, so he doesn't hesitate in hopping out of bed and stretching. There isn't a burn in his muscles, and the dull ache of his growing bones is finally gone. Heck yeah.

It's peaceful, in a way. Weird, but peaceful. Really disconcerting, but peaceful.

And then a monster screeches outside loud enough to shake the windowpanes.

He instinctively reaches for his sword, realizes that, right, dream. Of course he wouldn't have his sword in his dreams, that would be stupid.

He runs outside, anyway, because duh. If there's a monster, he wants to see it!

He sees the dragon first: large and yellow and missing one of its legs. It growls at him with a weird dragony smile, and he smiles back.

He sees the child second: short with messy hair and freckles. He gasps when he sees him and runs at him with a gap-toothed smile.

"Hi!" he chirps. He's speaking Portuguese, but that isn't what his mouth is saying. Dream stuff, huh, must be translating everything.

Neat.

"You're my soulmate, right?" the boy asks. He looks him over appraisingly. "You aren't that much older than me."

He scoffs, crosses his arms. "I'm literally so much older than you."

"Yeah? Well, how old are you, then?"

He blinks, throat dry. "I'm-" (He can't remember. But Bad always says that he looks to be about 13, so...) "-13. So I'm way older than you."

The boy puffs his chest out annoyedly. "Only by a few years. Screw you!"

The dragon flies off, bored. He would care more if there wasn't an annoying little kid in front of him pissing him off.

He takes an angry step forward, arms falling to his sides and hands balling into fists. He might not have his sword, but he can still beat up a kid easy.

"Screw you!" he shouts. "Get out of my dream! I wanna go hang out with the dragons."

"It's our dream, idiot," the kid huffs. "We're soulmates, duh. My grandpa says that everyone shares dreams with their soulmates, so we're obviously soulmates."

"What the fuck is a soulmate?"

The kid gasps, all anger pouring out of his tiny little body. "You don't know what a soulmate is?"

He doesn't know what his own name is, but he isn't exactly gonna tell some kid that.

He turns to leave and go find the dragon, but he's stopped by both of the kid's tiny hands grabbing his sleeve and pulling at him until he stays.

He turns to look at the kid, and the kid smiles and explains.

"Soulmates are, well, soulmates, okay? They're like super best friends, that's what my grandpa says. His soulmate is dead, but they still hang out in his dreams because that's where your soulmate lives until you find them. And after you find them, too, I think, but I dunno. He says he never met his soulmate before they died, but I think he's lying 'cause he's really silly sometimes."

"Okay, but. Us? You and me? You're a kid."

"You're a kid, too, you know."

"Nuh-uh. I'm a soldier."

"A kid soldier. But, anyway, we're soulmates! When we meet in the real world, we're gonna be best friends, I can tell!"

"Yeah? Well, don't be too sure. I don't do friends."

"Wow, you're emo."

"What the fuck did you just say to me?!"

Dream Thirty-Two: Cyberpunk

He laughs as he chases the kid through the slimy, neon-ridden back alleys of the city. He's on a motorcycle, because of course he is, but the kid is on foot.

"Just give up already!" he shouts.

The kid flips him off over his shoulder, grinning widely. He keeps tripping over his own shoelaces, because he's running like an idiot, but he's somehow still faster than the motorcycle.

He doesn't know the kid's name because the kid decided it wouldn't be fair to have a name when he doesn't know his own. Sweet kid. Shame he's annoying.

"Fuck you!" the kid replies. He then proceeds to trip over the cuff of his pants and fall right onto his face in a muddy puddle.

He cackles triumphantly and slows the bike to a stop. He hops off it and goes to poke at the kid until he gives up, but... but he's crying. Quietly, he's crying quietly, but his shoulders are shaking, and, oh, right, he's a child. He's the younger one.

His face falls. He kneels next to the kid and helps him sit up with a frown.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

The kid's lip wobbles, and his eyes shine, but he nods. "It's just a dream. It doesn't really hurt."

He isn't convinced, but, well. It is a dream. Nothing matters in a dream, right?

"Okay," he hesitantly says. "Come on, let's go play laser tag or something."

The kid's eyes light up. "Cool! I'm gonna kick your ass!"

"Oh, really?" he challenges. "You're on!"

And they run off, motorcycle forgotten.

"How did you beat me!?"

"I'm just a God Gamer, dude. Get on my level."

"You are so annoying."

Dream Seven Hundred and Fifty-Two: High School

"I think I'm going to give myself a name," he announces.

The kid's eyes widen. "Really? Took you long enough."

He rolls his eyes, but the kid isn't wrong. They've been meeting in their dreams for, what, two years? And they still don't have anything to call each other but "idiot" and "you" and "asshole".

But, well, it's about time, he thinks. The War is ending soon, he thinks. Bad says so, at least, and he's pretty good with knowing when things end.

With the War ending, he's going to have to go out into the "real world"... if he doesn't manage to follow Bad where he goes next. But where's the fun in that?

He shrugs. "I need a name. If I don't have one, I can't join the army."

"Why do you wanna join the army?"

"So I can keep killing people, duh. How else am I supposed to get food?"

"Uh, the store?"

"What's that?"

The kid rolls his eyes and pushes his shoulder. "You're literally stupid, what the heck?"

They're in some kind of food line, he thinks. They shuffle forward as the faceless teenagers in front of them get their trays and continue through the line.

He picks up his own tray and wrinkles his nose at the food he sincerely hopes isn't about to be placed on it. Where's the meat?

"What kind of name do you want?" the kid asks.

He's hit some kind of growth spurt, because he's finally up to his shoulder. Still short, though. Loser.

"Dunno," he responds. "I'll think of something later, probably."

"What about... Peter?"

"No."

"Miles."

"No."

"Miguel."

"No."

"Ben."

"No."

"You suck!"

Dream One Thousand and Ninety-Five: Mermaids

"Call me Cell," he says.

The kid- not quite a kid anymore, much closer to Cell's age when the soulmate dreams started- cocks his head curiously.

"Like, as in a cell phone?" he asks.

Cell grins as shark-like as the tail he's currently sporting.

"Exactly," he says.

The kid's eyes narrow. "Or, like in a prison cell. Did you kill someone again?"

"...Maybe, but-"

"Oh my God, how are we supposed to meet each other if you're in jail!"

The kid swims around in a frustrated circle around Cell, who just watches him, placid. Calm. Totally cool, definitely not at all sheepish over pissing his soulmate off.

That would be ridiculous.

Cell doesn't get sheepish, and he definitely doesn't feel regret. Not over some kid.

...Some kid who's his soulmate. They're best friends already, though, so he should be fine with Cell being stuck in prison for a bit.

Cell rolls his eyes and reaches out and grabs the kid and stops him from swimming. He looks him in the eyes, and he smiles, softer than intended. (He's Cell! He isn't soft. He's a killer!)

"Calm down," he drawls. "I'll be out of here before you know it."

"Really?" the kid asks. "Is your sentence that short?"

"Nah, I'm gonna break out."

He lets the kid go and starts swimming off in a random direction, not waiting for the kid to follow. (He does.)

"Must be a shitty prison, then," the kid comments.

"Trust me, I'll be out soon, and then I can try getting up to Mexico again to see you."

"Then I can teach you how to drive."

Cell flicks his tail at him annoyedly. "Shut up, I can already drive."

"No way."

"Yes way!"

They continue bickering and chasing each other through the coral until Cell feels consciousness tickling at him.

"Hey," he asks, "I told you my name. You tell me yours."

The kid smiles, and he does.

"My name is Roier."

"And my name is Cell."

"You already told me that, idiot."

"Oh, yeah."

Dream One Thousand, Eight Hundred, and Twenty-Seven: 1920s Mafia

Even in his dreams, he's dying. He's in a pool of his own blood with a couple dozen bullets plugged into his chest, but it doesn't hurt quite as much as the goddamn betrayal burning his skin from the inside out.

If he dies in the dream, he wakes up. Cell knows this, so he's more than a little annoyed about the whole dying thing. At least in his dreams, dying doesn't hurt.

The cops that killed him have already long gone. They may not have had faces, but Cell knows precisely who they looked like. All four of them were traitors, all four of them!

"Bastards," he spits. He groans as the movement of his tongue alone sets off flares of imaginary pain (because he can't feel pain in dreams, but he sure can imagine what it feels like) all throughout his body.

In the real world, he's starving to death in a cave. In the dream world, he's choking on his own blood.

Great.

His eyes slip closed, and he waits to wake up.

He doesn't react as a pair of heels click towards him.

"Cell?" Roier asks, but his voice is just the slightest bit off. But, then again, he is a teenager now. His voice is going to be doing all sorts of weird shit. "Oh my God, Cell! What the- hold on!"

Cell gasps as he's rolled onto his back. His eyes flutter open, and he sees... a girl? A girl in a really bad wig. With even worse makeup.

"Roier?" he mumbles. "What are you wearing?"

Roier looks down at himself- red sparkly dress and all- and blushes slightly. "I'm... trying something out. But what happened? You showed up in the dream and you ran off and I heard gunshots and you're so stupid, what the fuck?!"

He grits his teeth and smacks Cell lightly on the shoulder. But that's still enough to wrack Cell's body with pain.

"I'm sorry," he wheezes, eyes squinting closed once more. "I'm dying."

"It's a dream, Cell. I'm just pissed you're leaving this early. You just got here!"

"No, Roier. I'm dying. In the real world."

Roier goes quiet.

Cell swallows the blood in his throat and continues, "Pac and Mike and... and Guaxinim. They betrayed me. Left me on an island. I'm dying."

"You can't be," Roier faintly says. "We haven't met yet."

"Didn't your grandfather say he sees his soulmate in his dreams? We'll be fine."

"My grandpa is also senile. Cell, I- you're so stupid."

Something wet falls onto Cell's cheek, but it isn't rain. It never rains in dreams. It's always sunny.

Fuck. He made Roier cry. Maybe is a monster after all, and not in the good way.

The dream world starts dissolving, starting with Cell's fingertips. It... tingles.

Why can't real death be as soft?

"You better live, or... or I'll never talk to you again!"

"I... I'll try. Roier, I'll try."

Dream Two Thousand, Five Hundred, and Fifty-Five: My Little Pony

Tonight, he's a horse.

Why not.

It's his first dream in, what, two weeks? He hasn't slept long enough to dream. It's hard to sleep when all he sees until the dreams kick in is his own mistakes.

But, well. Cell turned 20 today (he thinks, he's still not sure about his actual age), and Felps got him drunk to celebrate. Drunk means sleepy, and sleepy means dreams, and dreams mean-

"Roier!" he calls, running through the streets of the pony town desperately. "I made it!"

Roier knows that he's been having trouble sleeping since his whole moral dilemma thing started after Alcatraz. He doesn't quite get it, but he's trying, and that's all that matters, right?

None of the faceless ponies pay Cell any attention as he goes, but that's fine. Fuck them. He promised his best friend that they'd see each other, and they're going to see each other.

He doesn't have to look too far, thankfully, because, a few moments in, a blazing red blur bolts out of the sky and tackles Cell to the ground.

"Happy birthday!" Roier exclaims.

He grins, wings flaring behind him. What's this called, a pegasus?

Roier's eyes widen, and his jaw drops in shock. "What the fuck, you're a unicorn? Lucky!"

Cell tries looking at his own horn, going so far as to go cross-eyed, but all he manages to do is make himself look goofy.

It makes Roier laugh, at least. That's good. He's been having... a rough time, Cell thinks. He's been quieter when they have been able to meet up. Something about his brother leaving to go to college: a child prodigy gone to an exclusive university and leaving his twin behind.

Cell can't imagine what it would be like to have a twin. Weird, right? Someone that looks just like him but is different? Yeah, no thanks.

(He gave up on any ideas of family a long time ago. Thinking about whoever he had before the War just makes him sad.)

"You're red," Cell intelligently says.

"And you're green. You look like shit."

Cell bites Roier's ear and smiles as Roier lets out an exaggerated scream.

"Missed you," Cell says, and he means it.

"Yeah, well, I didn't miss you at all," Roier sniffs.

But Cell doesn't believe him at all.

"I still can't believe your brother's name is Doied."

"Our parents weren't very original."

"Maybe you should do what I did and just pick a name."

"Fuck you, man, I like my name!"

"Lucky. I wish I could change mine. It's too... heavy."

"I mean, you already did it once. Just do it again."

"...You're right."

"I usually am."

Dream Four Thousand, Seven Hundred, and Forty-Eight: Medieval

Cellbit hasn't seen Roier for days, and he's maybe starting to freak out. Maybe. Just a little.

Just before he'd disappeared, Roier had mentioned winning some kind of lottery. He was excited, and Cellbit was excited for him. He'd been looking for his asshole twin brother for years, he deserved a break.

But then the break happened.

And Roier hasn't slept since, apparently.

But Cellbit sleeps every night, anyway, even if he'd much rather be spending his nights trying to figure out where the fuck his soulmate went. Because Roier's... Roier is his soulmate. They've been sharing dreams for thirteen years now, they're best friends, and Cellbit is dying without him.

Tonight's dream has Cellbit in a knight's costume drinking flavorless alcohol in a bar. Nothing has tasted right since Roier has disappeared.

He isn't dead, at least. If he was dead, then he would be in the dreams. So he's just... not sleeping. Somewhere. Somewhere not sleeping.

Cellbit's hand shakes with rage and fear as he raises his cup to his lips.

He isn't a killer anymore. Well, he is, but he only kills animals now. He's a butcher, but not in the serial killer way. In the... in the butcher way.

(His hands itch for more blood, but he's been trying to do better.

He can't meet Roier if he's in prison, after all.)

It's as he's drinking that the bar's door slams open and stumbling in comes Roier in fancy robes with a gold crown perched on top of his head.

Cellbit drops his cup and immediately gets off of his stool to rush to Roier's side.

"Roier, what the fuck?" he demands. "Where have you been?"

He pulls Roier into a tight hug, mindful of his armor.

God, is he crying? How embarrassing, but Roier's seen worse from him.

But:

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Roier asks.

And Cellbit's heart drops.

Roier wriggles free and looks Cellbit over. This... this can't be Roier, can it? Because there's no recognition in his eyes as he looks at Cellbit, and no slight blush as Cellbit looks at him.

Roier gasps. "Oh, wow. Are you my soulmate?"

Cellbit's eyes sting. "I- yes, Roier, are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Kinda annoyed that you took so long, though."

Roier smacks Cellbit's shoulder.

Cellbit can't breathe.

"I'm 21, motherfucker!" Roier shouts. "What took you so long!"

"I've been here," Cellbit faintly says. "Roier, I've been here. What happened to you? You said you- you got invited to some island? And then you disappeared? What happened?"

Something sparks behind Roier's eyes, but it's gone as fast as it appears.

"I've been alone for years!" Roier exclaims. He groans and runs his hands through his hair, almost knocking the crown off his head. "God, what is Spreen going to think?"

"Spreen? Who's Spreen?"

And then Roier blushes, and he grins, and Cellbit feels sick to his goddamn stomach.

"Spreen is my best friend," Roier tells him, and Cellbit wants to kill.

"Where are you? In the real world?"

"On the island. Where are you? Maybe Osito Bimbo can bring you or something. We have train stations, there's gotta be special tickets for soulmates."

"I'm in Brazil. What island?"

"Quesadilla Island, of course."

Reality: Day One

Cellbit's head is killing him. Fucking... what happened? He can't... he can't remember...

"Cellbit, you doing okay?" Felps asks.

He seems fine, sitting on the ground and not at all caring about the literal shipwreck they're stuck in.

"Oh, sure, as Cellbit if he's doing okay," Mike scoffs. He's still not over the whole prison thing, but he'd been angry enough when hearing about Cellbit's soulmate being kidnapped to help kickstart the whole rescue mission.

What a good friend.

Pac rolls his eyes. "He's literally bleeding, Mike. Look at him!"

Oh, shit, is Cellbit bleeding?

He raises a hand to his head; it comes away bloody, oh.

At least it's stopped raining outside. Cellbit can't see much, trapped with the others in what might be some kind of office space just below-deck. But he can't hear the rain anymore, and he can't hear any thunder.

"I'm fine," he sighs. "I've had worse. We should-"

He's cut off by a shout from outside.

Pac's eyes widen comically. "This island is occupied?"

Apparently so, because in comes a whole stream of people through a single door inlaid in the far wall. Tall man in what has to be anime cosplay, slightly shorter man covered in... green goo? Woman in purple. Man in bucket hat. And...

Cellbit's eyes meet Roier's, and the world slots into place around them.

Cellbit stumbles up to the glass wall and presses his hands against it. So close...

Roier is much more hesitant to approach (he still hasn't found that Spreen guy yet, of course he's hesitant...), but he offers Cellbit a small, genuine smile.

(He's so much more handsome in person, what the fuck? When did this happen? He was shorter than Cellbit just a moment ago, he swears.)

"Finally," Cellbit breathes.

The crowd around them is drowned out by the sound of Roier's voice as he says, awed-sounding, "You actually came for me."

"Of course I did," Cellbit replies. He smiles. "We're soulmates, aren't we?"

Tears well up in Roier's eyes- happy tears, Cellbit knows him well enough to be able to tell the different by now.

And then the door opens.

#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#guapoduo #spiderbit #i feel like i must say that any and all romantic feelings form after they're both 18+#i tried making that clear but yk. this is Not the reading comprehension site.

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oneforthemunny · 8 months

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For your spooky stories could you do one where janitor!eddie and teacher!reader take Oliver trick or treating for the first time 🥹

new tricks, new treats |janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader|

apart of the oneforthemunny's spooky stories series :)

"Did you get the candy?"

"Yeah, I did. Just leave it on the porch?"

"Yes, but leave a sign for them to take one- I'll make it."

"Baby," Eddie grinned, lines by his eyes crinkling in amusement. "No kid listens to that sign."

"I did." You blinked.

Eddie laughed, ringlets bouncing when he shook his head. "Of course, you did."

You frowned lightly, brows pinching together lightly. "What's that supposed to mean, Munson?"

"Nothin', baby." Eddie shrugged, zipping up his own jacket.

His eyes scanned down your frame, over your Halloween sweater- purple, black, and orange with bats and pumpkins. You always wore it on Halloween for your kids, they always loved it. Eddie did too, found it irresistibly adorable. "Like that sweater on you."

You bit back a smile, rolling your eyes playfully. "Nice, change the subject." You grin, giving him a pointed look.

The doorbell rang, the bell trilling echoing through the house, Oliver's feet pounding on the hardwood, shouting, "Grandpa's here!"

Oliver's first Halloween under your and Eddie's care, and there was no way Wayne was missing it. Wayne's gruff, excited trill echoed through the house, mixing with Oliver's chipper ramblings. He was more talkative now, more comfortable.

"... And you're the Spider-Man, hm?" Wayne asked, looking down at the red and blue costume shoved over a jacket to make it a little lopsided and bulky. Your insistence, you didn't want him to get sick.

"Yes!" Oliver grinned proudly. "I have a mask, too! Let me get it- oof!" Oliver pivoted, launching himself into Eddie's legs accidentally. His shy, snaggletoothed smile looked up. "Sorry." He muttered before running down the hall.

"How're you, darlin'?" Wayne muttered, pulling you in for a hug.

"Good. How are you?" You hum back.

"Good, real good." Wayne grins. "Your boy's excited, isn't he?" Your boy. It makes your heart swell with warmth.

"He is." You beam to Eddie. "He's been talking about Trick-or-Treating all month."

"Wore his costume too." Eddie laughs, shaking his head lightly. "So excited for it."

"Good for 'im." Wayne smiles proudly. "How kids oughtta be. Excited for it."

Oliver runs back in, plastic mask over his face, eyes still shining through. "Woah! Lookie there!" Wayne exaggerates excitedly. "You look like the real deal, huh?"

"Yeah." Oliver nods, pushing the mask up. "I just can't shoot webs."

The three of you laugh, Eddie ruffling his hair lightly. Oliver looks out the window, seeing the other kids starts to move out. "Is it time? Can we go?"

"Yeah." You nod, checking your watch. "Let me set the candy bucket out."

"Go grab your bag for candy." Eddie nods, fishing out his pocket knife to cut open the plastic bag for you, dumping it in the bright orange, plastic bowl.

"It's the pumpkin bucket, Ollie! In my closet!" You call down the hall, opening the door to set the bucket outside.

"Bucket? The small one?" Eddie frowns lightly at you. "Thought that was just for school?"

"No, it's for Trick-or-Treating too." You match his expression. "Why?"

"Baby, that's- that's not gonna be big enough." Eddie smiles, shaking his head. "We're hitting every house, and Steve's neighborhood, maybe Wheeler's too if we play our cards right." You roll your eyes lightly at him, pulling on your jacket.

"Ollie, grab a pillow case from the hall closet, too!" Eddie calls, smirking at the stopping and starting up of footsteps again.

"Why a pillow case?" Oliver asks, coming down the hall with both in his hands.

"Because," Eddie sing-songs. "You can fit more candy in it. You want a lot of candy, right?"

"Yeah." Oliver's grin matches Eddie.

"Can you grab his hat, just in case?" You ask Wayne, pointing to the tiny red toboggan. "Ed, you have your keys?"

"Got 'em, sweetheart." Eddie pats his pocket. "You ready? Which way first, Oliver?"

Four hours and a pillow case full of candy later, Oliver was pressed into your side, sleeping peacefully still in his Spider-Man costume, chocolate still around his mouth. You credited the sugar rush as the reason he lasted so long before crashing at Steve's house. Robin had stopped by, more than happy to take her "favorite nephew" to the houses while you, Eddie, and Steve stayed at Steve's house and passed out candy, sipping warm spiked cider out of mugs.

"Think he had a good Halloween?" Steve grinned, stepping in from the back porch with Eddie from their post cigarette chat.

"I think so." You grinned, looking down at the small boy, lashes fluttering in slumber.

"Told me it was the best ever." Eddie beamed, eyes shining with pride and emotion. "The decorations really helped, thanks for that." Eddie nodded towards Steve.

The two men had spent a weekend in September setting up the outside with festive, spooky decor, even though it was too hot at the time. Oliver had loved it, the orange lights and fake skeletons on the path.

"That's gonna be tough to beat next year." Steve sucked in a breath playfully.

Eddie shrugged. "Got a year to plan."

"We're gonna have this candy until then." You laughed, looking at the open pillowcase on the coffee table, filled with colorful wrapped candies.

"Think he'd miss a Kit-Kat?" Steve smirked, swiping the red candy off the top of the pile.

"Nah, take whatever." Eddie snorted. "We're going through it later. Check it for needles, right, babe?" He winked at you.

You rolled your eyes lightly. "Yeah, I think Ed will find a lot of skeptical Reese's." You snort lightly.

"You want me to drive you guys home?" Steve asked, looking down at Ollie.

"You don't have to. I can carry him." Eddie shrugged.

"You sure? I don't care."

"I got him." Eddie nodded, lifting the sleeping boy up in his arms. You grabbed his things, holding the pillowcase. "Thanks, Harrington." Eddie muttered.

"No problem. Hey, Happy Halloween, guys." Steve smiled, giving you a small hug, opening the door.

You and Eddie started down the sidewalk, littered with leaves and candy wrappers. "Think he had a good one?" Eddie asked, streetlights reflected in his eyes when he looked at you.

"I think so." You whisper back, hand smoothing over Ollie's hair gently, his cheek smushed against Eddie's shoulder. "He had fun with you tonight. You're really good at this."

Eddie shook his head gently, thankful the night concealed his blush. "You are." You said sincerely. "This fits you, Munson. Being a dad."

"Thank you." Eddie nodded, voice tense with emotion. "It does you too, y'know. Bein' a mom. You're, like, so good at it, it makes me nervous sometimes."

"Nervous?"

"Yeah, nervous, like... how can a person be good at everything? But you are." Eddie admitted, chest hammering like the first time he asked you out on a date. That felt like a lifetime ago now.

You rolled your eyes lightly. "I'm not good at everything." You muttered, kicking a leaf lightly. "Not good at the superheroes and all the comics like you are."

"Yeah? That's because if Dustin." Eddie snorted lightly. "Kid won't shut up about them, but... guess it ended up working out in my favor." He hummed, looking down at Oliver.

You walked in comfortable silence, your arm wrapped around Eddie's arm lightly. The street was so quiet now, compared to the loud screeches and Halloween haunted tracks that boomed from before.

"You think Child's Play is still on, or think we missed it?" Eddie smirked looking down at you.

"I think it's still on, or one of those scary ones are." You roll your eyes lightly.

Eddie's dimpled grin makes you flush. "Wanna watch a movie and look through the candy? Make out a little?"

You laugh, turning down your own street, your tiny house in view. "Sure, but if Casper's on we're watching that." You give him a pointed look. "'m not watching anything scary and bloody and gross."

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succikko-draws · 8 months

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My gift for the hilarious @ladytyburn for the Nagato Birthday gift exchange! Expanding again on her office AU (this is why Kisame has been un-fished a bit YES it felt wrong but I'm strong)

[Image ID: A three page digital comic about Nagato's birthday.

On the first panel, Konan seems to be thinking hard, a cup of coffee in her hand, Itachi stands next to her and asks: "What's wrong Konan?" She explains: "It's Nagato's birthday on Tuesday... And I don't know what to get him..." Itachi innocently answers, thinking about old Madara: "Oh I know the struggle, I never know what to get my grandpa. Old people haha." She put a hand on his shoulder, and tell him through gritted teeth: "Itachi... Nagato is 35." Itachi is very embarrassed and apologizes. Before he can add anything he's interrupted by Deidara who put his hand on Itachi's shoulder, saying to Konan: "You could buy me art!" She asks: "Can you guarantee it won't explode?" to which he answers: "Nope!" so she dismiss the idea. Hidan includes himself in the conversation, suggesting: "Easy! Buy yourself lingerie and surprise him!" Deidara and Itachi are mortified, scolding him: "Hidan! That's so inappropriate! And you can't theorize about the boss' private life!" Konan dismiss the idea, unphased: "Nah I already have enough and picked one already for that night." Itachi is even more mortified, feeling like this is Too Much Info. Sasori chimes in holding a doll still in her box, suggesting it for the present, but Konan dismiss it as well. She says: "I want something truly special. More personal-" Sasori attempt to chime in again, saying: "A you shaped doll-" but she angrily dismiss him again, pushing him down with her hand. Kisame tells her wisely: "You know him the best, Konan. Trust yourself. Pick something that will make you think of him."

On the next page, Konan is out of the office, wearing casual clothes with a small green backpack and wanders what seems to be a mall, still upset and thinking: "... Something that will make me think of him..." Her attention is caught by something and she smiles at last, saying: "Oh! This is!..." On the next panel she holds a book over her head triumphantly, exclaiming: "Our old teach's new book!! Yes! This is perfect!! He loved the first one!" She is standing next to a book display with a poster of Jiraiya in a funny pose and goofy expression, the poster reads: "New! By 'best seller' '''author''' Jiraiya." On the next panel, time has past and it is now Nagato's birthday. He is late at work, just closing his laptop, appearing tired and saying: "-Sigh- It's already 7 pm. I didn't see time pass by... Again... Time to go home." But as he comes out of his office on his wheelchair (wearing his coat and froggie slippers), he is surprised by loud exclamations and the pop of multiple party horns and confetti thrower. His employees yells: "Happy birthday boss!!" While he looks horrified and genuinely scared.

On the next panel, the office is all prepped for a party, a tablet is set up with Zetsu the plant (wearing a bowtie), a cake and a bottle of champagne. Hidan is holding balloons and is yelling, pointing at the table: "We even got you a cake!" A banner hanging on the wall reads: "Happy 635th birthday!" Deidara is screaming: "I got fireworks!" holding one up in the air. On the side, Kakuzu is sleeping on an office chair next to a table with a cup on it. A caption reads: "was drugged to avoid a money tantrum." Nagato is all confused, hair disheveled by the shock. Konan is standing in the middle, holding her present, looking all embarrassed, she tells him: "I'm so sorry, I didn't know they'd do this..." She then give him the present, watching him unwrap it with a soft smile, reminiscing a dear memory of their teacher putting his hands on their head when they were kids, Nagato holding his book preciously. She says: "I took Kisame's advice and picked something that made me think of us... I think you'll love it." The background behind her is made of grey and pinkish roses. But when Nagato unwraps the book he totally misses the author name and is instead shocked to read the big warning in the corner: "R18, this is porn." He turns red and sit shocked and confused with the book in his hands. The background behind him is a collage of ahegaos (I'm sorry). Konan put her hands next to her face, smiling wide and asking: "So... Do you like it?" Next to her is a caption pointing at her: "Genuinely did not check." She looks so happy but Nagato is still red and confused, he doesn't want to offend her and ruin her happiness so he answers: "Y-yes thank you." Everyone in the room (even the plant) looks at him with a knowing naughty smile as he gets even more embarrassed, Nagato frowns wondering: "Why in front of everyone!" /.End ID]

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jamneuromain · 3 months

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💦🎉✨ with Ransom Drysdale 😏

Hmmm... I'm going to assume that you're planning a surprise for Ransom when something went terribly wrong...

An Attempt at Stalling

Ransom Drysdale x You

Warning: None?

A/N: Sorry Jaqui it's taking so long :( I had some me-time away from social media. (and this is my first time?! writing for Ransom I hope I get the bf!Ransom vibe right) Thank you for your support and love to my fics <333

It's nearly impossible to pull a stunt right under Ransom's nose. You know. You've tried (and failed).

Despite the failures during the past two times when you tried to celebrate his success in running his grandfather's publishing house, you have decided, yet again, to surprise him by asking a group of friends to decorate your shared home with photographs - photographs that recorded the history of Ransom taking ownership of the publishing house, how he was doing his best to strike deals and follow the steps of his grandfather.

Hundreds of photos.

You planned to have them printed, hanging from the ceiling with detachable fishing lines, from the living room to the kitchen, where he'd receive a cake that said "Congrats Mr. CEO!"

And unfortunately, it takes time to pull this stunt off, and your only hope would be stalling him during his family dinner at the mansion, for your friends to finish up the decoration at your house and sneak away before your return.

When Joni drones on about her environmentally friendly cosmetics, Ransom texts you with a bored face, tapping his foot on the floor.

Ran: Honey let's bounce

You check on the group chat, in which you talked to your friends five minutes ago.

TEAM SURPRISE PARTY: Need 30 mins Ryan forgot about the bouquet!!!!!

Which means you need to stall for at least another half an hour for them to clear out. You decide to come up with an excuse to Ransom.

You: just a few more minutes I want to hear Joni s story

Ran:?

Ran: Am I out of my mind or have you been brainwashed by aliens?

You chew on your lower lip to calm your nerves. It didn't help, and you are out of options to lie about.

Ransom takes your wrist and drags you to his room, leaving a grumbling "She needs to go to the bathroom", before kicking his door shut.

"What?" He snaps slightly when you eye him curiously. His hand still clutching your wrist, making it impossible for you to wiggle free.

"I..." You are not good at lying. You get nervous every time you try to cook up with a lie. Your palms get sweaty, your face burning hot, and you fidget like standing on a cushion of needles.

"Are you trying to keep a secret from me, honey?" Ransom allows a small grin to creep up his lips. He knows the symptoms too well: the jumpy look on your face, the hair on the back of your neck, and you are gripping your sweater with your fingers - the typical standard combo tells of you trying to lie.

"No... No." Your voice comes out high-pitched, which you quickly lower your voice to pretend to be confident, "No, not at all."

He takes that as a "yes", and asks, "And it has something to do with the fact that you suddenly don't want to go home?"

"No." You clear your throat, "Absolutely not."

Ransom nods thoughtfully, ignoring all the previous "no"s you've said, "You're not hiding a dog in our house, are you?"

"What? No." Although you are tempted to. You are hiding a cake and a bunch of your friends, and that hardly qualifies as "dog". Answering with more confidence, "Stop being paranoid. I want to spend some time with your grandpa. He seems ... lonely."

"Harlan?" Ransom snorts, "Honey, I appreciate you not adopting a dog in our house, but I don't want to spend a second more in this stinking place. Can we please go home?"

You sigh in defeat. There's no way on Earth that you can stall any longer without causing more suspicion. You pray that your friends are out of your house by now, as Ransom takes your hand to leave the room, waves goodbye to Harlan, and pulls his car out of the driveway.

You text frantically (and as subtly as you can sitting next to Ransom, who is driving the car) on your way back home.

You: SOS RAN'S DRIVING BACK HOME W/ ME

You: I hope ur done with the decor and the cake

You: AND THE FLOWERS!!

You could only text as fast as you can, hitting send before you could check the spellings and shutting the screen down before Ransom could peek in your direction.

You are a truly terrible spy if you ever come to it.

The drive home takes roughly fifteen minutes, which you let out an exhale of relief on arriving at your house and notice the empty front yard. Your friends drove here, it must have meant that they drove away a few minutes earlier.

Go Team. You chuckle silently.

Shoving away your phone in your pocket, you hold Ransom's extended hand as he shuts the car door and locks it. Every step you have taken nearer your house makes your heart jump out, fearing that Ransom would hate this surprise.

Ransom is the type of person who prefers seeing everything as if he's a clairvoyant. He doesn't hate surprises, he only hates it when the surprise has nothing to do with him - for example, celebrating someone else's birthday.

He mentioned once or twice about Linda forgetting about his birthdays when he was a kid, which you could only assume is the origin of the dislike of surprises.

Deep down, you secretly hope that he would enjoy this one.

Ransom spares a glimpse at his phone before turning the lights on.

The chandelier sparkles to life, and hanging from the ceiling, dozens of photos that recorded the history - his proud history of supporting the company, expanding it into not only publishing Harlan's books, but also owning a few newspapers and investing in some apps.

You wipe the invisible sweat from your forehead, relieved that this is a beautiful scene that you could almost cry.

"So this is what you've been hiding, huh?" Ransom comments lazily, giving your ass a light swat, which earns a squeal from your lips, "You know I hate surprises..." He mutters, pinching one of the photos closest to him, and taking a good look.

It was a photo taken from the earlier days, when he had just landed himself the company. A photo of you taking a selfie with him, as he struggles with the tie on his neck in a black suit.

"But I love this one." His soft gaze falls in your direction, pulling you close like a magnet, "Thank you, Honey."

You smile in his embrace. The said smile grows wider when he kisses the top of your head.

"Though I must say, you did a terrible job keeping secrets."

"Oh BULL," You scrawl, looking up at him in defiance, "admit it, Ran, you had no idea that I was gonna surprise you with this beautiful decoration."

Smirking in triumph, you challenge him for his reply.

"Too bad, honey," Ransom pulls out his phone, reciprocating your smirk, before opening the messaging app, and scrolling down to reveal your messages, "Aww, you are a terrible spy."

You: SOS RAN'S DRIVING BACK HOME W/ ME

You: I hope ur done with the decor and the cake

You: AND THE FLOWERS!!

They were meant for your friends, but you must have been so tense that you didn't even notice the receiver when you hit send.

As you huff out in defeat, Ransom sneaks a kiss from your lips, grinning wildly, "Now where's the cake I was promised?"

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el-oso-blanco-24 · 13 days

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PAUL HARVEY'S LETTER TO HIS GRANDCHILDREN

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.

I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches.. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.

And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room, but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy / girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it... And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he/she is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.

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thedeviltohisangel · 12 days

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for the injury prompts, 27 & 30 would be fun together!

INJURY BLURB PROMPT ERA

27. “Breathe… breathe. Look at the stars, kid.”

30. “You’ll be fine.” *silence* “You’ll be fine. Hey! Wake up! Please. Please wake up…”

a little glimpse at post-war/South Carolina John & Cass with her family

tw: drowning

"Uncle John?" John looked into the rearview mirror and caught the eyes of his nephew, Sammy, who was quietly snacking on crackers while they drove to the beach.

"Yeah, Sammy?" He let go of Cass' hand briefly, very briefly, to turn down the radio so he could hear whatever thought provoking question the seven-year-old was bound to ask. Their arrival in South Carolina had been daunting, meeting her parents and her siblings and seeing the sheer vastness of the Cooper family empire laid out bare before him, but he had cherished his encounters with her little niece and nephew. They had taken to calling him Uncle in an instant, Sammy picking his brain for hours on everything and anything to do with planes and Jessie, his sister, introducing him to all of her dolls with meticulous specificity.

"How come we have to drive to the beach? Why aren't they everywhere?" Cass smiled and looked at him expectantly. He had asked her the night before what was in the water that even the little Coopers had a way of stretching his brain to capacity.

"Well, Sammy, the earth only has so much water to make oceans and there are certain parts where it meets the sand and creates a beach and other places where it makes a lake like the one behind Grandma and Grandpa's house or a river like the one where we went to fish the other day with your dad and Uncle Bobby. It just depends where the water wants to go." He held his breath as Sammy pondered the answer.

"Ok!" Back to happily munching on his snack and fiddling with his action figure.

"Aren't you happy we told Liv we would take them for the day?" Cass' sister had recently had her third baby and had accepted their offer to spend the day with Jessie and Sammy before they had even finished proposing it.

"Of course I am. I love being with these little nuggets." He brought the back of her hand to his mouth for a kiss. "Besides. Good practice for our own kids."

"We have to have a wedding with all the town gossips as witnesses first, Mr. Egan."

"Last I checked," he pulled her across the bench seat so he could tuck her under his arm, "you were already Mrs. Egan." She giggled and kiss his jawline.

"This is true but now you will get to see me in a big, white dress."

"Wish I could pull over and explore what's under this dress," he hummed as he kept his eyes on the road but puckered his lips demandingly. Cass pressed onto her knees and licked her way into his mouth, John groaning and white knuckling the steering wheel at the sensation of her tongue tangling with his. The brush of her legs throwing themselves over his lap twitched him to life in his shorts. "Jesus, Cass. Better hope the water's cold."

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Cass was helping Jessie make a sandcastle for the dolls she had brought, John helping Sammy float in the ocean a few yards away. It was causing a fluttering in her chest to spend the day with the littlest members of her family and John. It felt so close to the actualization of her dreams. Like she could reach out and grab it and have it all to herself.

Since their reconciliation in Wisconsin, their sexual appetites had been restored to normal but they hadn't broached the topic of a baby except for an offhand comment here or there about their future children. Watching him with Sammy, watching him with Jessie and Olivia's newest baby...Cass felt like she should just ask John for a baby and see where it got her.

"Let me try the next one by myself!" Sammy exclaimed. John had been helping him float up and down with the waves and he was laughing uncontrollably every time, John unable to help his own smile and laughter right along with him.

"Ok, here it comes, buddy!" John moved his hands and watched in slow motion as the wave crashed over Sammy, sending him underneath the water, his head not bobbing back up. "Sammy? Sammy!" Cass looked up as she recognized the tone in John's voice. It sounded like the way he had called her name right after she's been shot.

John dove under the water and saw his nephew struggling to fight towards the surface, his hands hooked under his small shoulders and his legs kicked up as he lifted him above the surface.

Cass came running down the sand and dropped to their side as John clapped Sammy on the back in an effort to get him to cough up the water and open his precious little eyes.

"You'll be fine, Sammy," Cass cooed as she felt tears pricking her eyes, "you'll be fine. Hey! Wake up! Please. Please, wake up." John grit his teeth and hit between his shoulder blades with the palm of his hand, certain he'd leave a bruise, Sammy lurching forward with a cough and sea water streaming from his mouth.

"Auntie Cassie," he cried as he fell against her chest. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed the top of his head.

"You're ok, my love. Just a little scare." John looked up to see Jessie watching with a wobbly lip.

"C'mere, princess. We're all ok." She toddled into his arms and settled against his chest as she watched her brother carefully. "See? Auntie Cassie's got him." They locked eyes and saw the genuine fear that resided there. They knew the racing hearts in their chests were matching in a way they hadn't since Germany. The last time they had almost lost someone they loved.

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Sammy recovered enough to enjoy the rest of the day, Cass and John not denying a single request of his whether it be for cotton candy or french fries or funnel cake or ice cream and John had bought Jessie two stuffed animals from the store down the street in an effort to soothe the scared look on her face.

It was nightfall by the time they finished their dinner of milkshakes and cheeseburgers and each of them had held a kid on their lap the entire meal. Neither of them minded when they fell asleep and John carried Sammy and Cass carried Jessie back to the car and tucked them into the backseat.

"Uncle John!" Sammy woke with a start and gripped his arm as John had went to close the door.

"Breathe...breathe. Look at the stars, kiddo." Sammy looked up and took a deep breath, his fingers loosening around John's forearm. "You feel ok? It's ok if you don't." John would never forgive himself for letting go of Sammy in the water. Was fearful of facing down Cass' sister and her husband.

"Thank you, Uncle John. I love you." The older man melted under his gaze and kissed Sammy's forehead.

"I love you, too, Sammy. Let's get you and your sister home before your mom gets mad at me."

The two kids fell asleep again by the time they pulled onto the street and Cass took his hand when he offered it, squeezing tightly as she looked out the window.

"I'm sorry, Spook. I should've been paying closer attention." His chest tightened as he thought about Wisconsin. Thought about how he had told Cass he was only ever going to ruin her. That she should leave him so she could have children with a man who didn't have blood on his hands and wasn't fucked in the head. Find a man who would be able to hold them without any guilt and without tarnishing the purity she would bestow upon them as their mother. Today proved he had been right.

"Accidents happen, John. And you rectified the situation without even thinking about it. Saved him from something that could've been so much worse. Protecting him was second nature and you already mean so much to him."

"Your sister is going to murder me."

"You need a little humility in your life," Cass smirked. "Hey, Johnny?"

"Yeah, baby?" Her fingers scratched at the back of his head.

"One mistake doesn't mean you're going to be a bad father to our babies." John smiled slowly at the way she had clearly been reading his mind. Had understood just by looking at his face the way he had been spiraling.

"It's plural now?"

'You've always known I want a big family!" she replied with a gentle hit to his arm.

"Well...when we going to get started then?"

"Our wedding night," she whispered. Something about the formality of the planned event gave her tingles. Showed the official next chapter of her life with John was set to start. They had survived war. Survived the year of coming home and learning about themselves again.

"We need to practice a few times to make sure we've got the hang of it. Can't be conceiving our first baby like amateurs." Cass laughed and he shushed her as the kids stirred in the back seat.

"I love you so much, John Egan."

"I love you even more, Cassandra Egan."

"Forever?"

"And always."

#john egan #masters of the air #john egan fanfiction #masters of the air fanfiction #mota #answered #john egan x oc #cass and bucky

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riseofamoonycake · 9 months

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SFW and NSFW hcs for the science crews?

Did you really want to gift me with a good time, eh, Anon? Especially with Marie and Alfred (mommy?? Daddy???) 😳😳

SO, LET'S START STUDY OUR BELOVED SUBJECTS...

Notes: Galileo and Einstein have only the SFW hcs because I think about them like funny and lovely grandpa and uncle, and not in a naughty way.

THE SCIENCE CREW: SFW AND NSFW HCS

🐞 → SFW HCS

🐝 → NSFW HCS

Galileo Galilei

🐞

He loves to spend the night watching the Moon: thanks to him we know a lot about our natural satellite, and his heart is always with it;

He adores children, to be near them makes him very happy! He has a lot of wonderful stories to tell, also he let them play with his long beard and garments as much as they want;

Always sleep deprived, he tends to pass out during the morning;

At least once he has come to hands with a member of the Inquisition;

He likes flowers a lot and taking long walks in gardens and countrysides, contemplating the nature around him;

He is very patient, but if he loses his temper and gets angry, he is as impetuous and appalling as the raging sea;

Give grandpa a kiss on the forehead and a hug and he cries in joy.

Albert Einstein

🐞

This man is always cheerful, a concentrate of joy, it is hard not to see him smile;

He is basically a child in adult size, always curious and ready to be amazed by nature;

But he gets angry if nobody listens to him while he is speaking;

He loves to travel and has seen a large part of the world;

He loves fishes and aquariums: the vision of all those beautiful creatures is mesmerizing for him, it makes him happy and relaxed;

Fireworks are another thing Albert loves with all his being: all those colours, those light plays, are too splendid not to be loved.

Thomas Edison

🐞

Thomas spoils you with the most luxurious things you have ever imagined: the most precious jewels, clothes, cars, palaces, paintings, everything you desire he offers it to you because, together with science, you are the only reality that matters to him;

Probably he speaks with the wall when he has none to talk with, and yes, sometimes he yells and argues with himself, especially in front of a mirror. It helps him to resolve his problems and clarify his ideas;

He never stop, works and speaks a lot, and then suddenly he shuts down, especially if you caress his arms or hug him;

He is into matching outfit with his S/0;

He doesn't admit it, but he loves plushies, because their softness and cuteness reminds him of you;

Thomas loves to watch the cities at night, from the top; he cries at the vision of all the lights that illuminate the roads, as if the stars had moved to Earth to live among men.

🐝

ALWAYS LOUD

He is very hard in PDA;

Always asks for your consent a million times;

Tug his curls during your intercourses, especially if you are masturbating him, and he starts to scream the triplet;

He is very into punishment or angry sex, rough kisses, hard scratching, fast pace and a lot of dirty talking;

Impact play is a big yes, especially on him. Ooooh yeah, he loves to be spanked by you, he takes an unbearable pleasure on being tied up and hit by your fingers or with a whip;

Choking and collars are other two things who really turn him on;

CAR SEX ALL THE WAY, but he also likes to take you in the water, especially in the sea;

He masturbates and penetrates you in front of the mirror to make you see how beautiful you are when you moan and cry in pleasure for him.

Isaac Newton

🐞

He likes to nap under the trees! Especially if you are with him!

Isaac has a hard time speaking in public: it always makes him a little nervous and he needs time to prepare for it, so he doesn't like impromptu speeches;

He doesn't like very much to be touched: he needs to get to know you for a long time before letting you poke, touch and caress him;

He is a skilled horse rider and he can teach you how to ride. Running through a flower field with you in his arms is the best thing he can feel;

He often enjoys staring at you, smiling and softly sighing. You are so wonderful to him;

Gift him with a hat and he will blush no matter what;

Newton has an entire wardrobe of shirts, all colorful and full of patterns; some of them are really embarrassing to see, but he doesn't care less about the others' opinion and proudly wears them anyway u_u

🐝

He doesn't have a lot of experience, so be careful and gentle for the first times, and teach him all you know; still, he learns very quickly;

Sex after some experiments is the best sex ever, but not in the lab, that must be left untouched by your fluids; however, if the experiment is you, the thing can change...

He loves to receive than to give, and still he hasn't never enough of lick you from head to toe, to taste how delicious you are;

The more you make noises and scream and moan, the more he has to keep on feast on your flesh: he is a torturer and you like it;

He loves to see you pressed under him, trapped between the mattress and his body, without any way to escape;

Every kink involving food is a Newton kink;

He secretly has a somnophilia kink, but he is too shy to tell you about it. At the beginning, at least.

Alfred Nobel

🐞

Husband material all along ♥️ Alfred is the one who cooks, who cleans the house, who checks on to see if you are eating, drinking, sleeping well...

He tends to burn the kitchen down because sometimes he forgets the oven on, but he tries his best!

His smile is UNESCO Heritage;

He is always ready to visit museums and exhibitions with you, to bring you wherever you want;

This sweet man likes to dance with you, especially on a table. Sometimes it breaks so you two fall on the ground, but neither of you get hurt. Especially you, who always find yourself on his broad, toned chest 😳;

He snores adorably, and his sleep is even better if you give him a cloth of yours to hug, because your scent relaxes him very much;

Expect from him to adopt an entire colony of cats and dogs and to name them after you;

Fuck I love this man too much daddy where are you WHERE

🐝

Make him zip and unzip your clothes and he is the happiest man alive, and let him leave a trail of kisses on your naked skin before and after;

He kisses, and kisses, and kisses again;

Alfred loves to use restraints on you. He is very kind, but wants to have the hands free to roam on your body and to fuel your pleasure until you nearly pass out;

He loves especially your buttocks and thighs: he caresses, squeezes and bites them until you lose your mind (and voice) because his mouth works wonderfully on you. Your softness is praised no stop;

Oh yes, he eats you out without any mercy, he has a lot of skills with which bend you; but try to reciprocate the favor and he will melt like snow, a cute blushing mess who cannot stop meowing and panting at the slightest lick;

He is afraid to hurt you with his massive member, so, when it comes to penetrate you, he keeps asking if everything is okay. The thought of you feeling any pain is a nightmare for him;

If you wear a cat attire (with little bells too), Nobel loses it completely. Conquered. Destroyed. Congrats, now you have a new love slave.

Marie Curie

🐞

She loves it when someone brushes her hair or cleans her: having someone who takes care of her, who cuddles and caresses her, making her relax after hours and hours of work, is very important for her;

She loves art, especially the Avant-gardes because they are the peak of originality;

When nervous, she starts to speak very rapidly and to mix words in French and Polish, without anyone understanding anything anymore;

This lady loves to visit ancient castles and probably lives in one of them, immersed in the nature of a wide park;

Marie and Alfred are best friends for sure, they love to spend time together talking about their studies and experiments, and work very well in team;

Like Nobel, Marie loves to sleep enwrapped in your clothes. And she is a sleepyhead too.

🐝

The queen is a little shy, but once she opens to you, you become her slave to play with. She has a lot of dirty dreams to realize with you, so be ready for her!

Marie has a thing for biting the neck like a cute vampire and watching the marks she leaves on the skin, giggling to herself;

She becomes a total mess if you kiss her nape and back, she melts and starts to babble, her voice reduced only to a squeak and the entire body trembling in arousement;

Marie has a sadic side and if she finds out where you are sensitive the most, you are dead: she will caress, kiss, bite and even tickle you here to see how much you can take, smiling adorably while keeping tormenting you;

To touch in passing and at inopportune moments? Totally yes;

Whatever body you have, Marie makes you wear a corset and pulls the strings until you beg, enjoying the sight of your chest trapped between ribbons and fabric. She takes care of untying the strings personally, but only after a long, long time;

She is into roleplay A LOT;

Probably she and Alfred shared a S/O at least one time.

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endlich-allein · 11 months

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QUICK, I'M DESPERATE! SHARE A FACT (or two) THAT YOU FIND INTERESTING ABOUT TILL THAT YOU THINK PEOPLE DON'T TALK ABOUT ENOUGH!

FAILURE TO DO SO WILL LEAD TO MY DEATH...or well...not death, but at the very least gentle disappointment....

THANKS!

OKAY !!! HERE ARE A FEW ANECDOTES I LIKE ABOUT TILL. THERE ARE PLENTY OF OTHERS, BUT THESE ARE THE FIRST THAT CAME TO MY MIND :

— Till loves SMALL dogs. He loves animals, we know that, and he's already had dogs of all sizes. But he loves small dogs, very small dogs. A man built like a refrigerator who loves small dogs, that's a strange image... ;

— Till spent all the money he received after the Fall of the Wall on gummy bears. He loves sweets, has a sweet tooth and you can sometimes bump into him in candy stores ;

— Till loves parties, but it's been reported several times that he's not very comfortable when he's the center of attention. For example, for his 20th birthday he organized a party and didn't want his parents to be there. The party was in full swing when Werner decided to drop by to see if the house was still standing. He found his son, sitting alone in a corner with a sad expression on his face and a bottle of vodka ;

— Till had written a great many poems (some say over 5,000, but I don't have the source) before someone discovered that he wrote ;

— Till had a very sweet nickname: Donuts. Richard had nicknamed him Donuts because Till kept asking him to make him donuts, and as the ingredients were expensive, they kept stealing them ;

— Till loves Christmas time. What's more, it's a chance for him to show off his kleptomaniac skills by stealing Christmas trees in the forest ;

— Till and Flake have had many adventures together, including once at an awards ceremony, when a celebrity and his five bodyguards attacked our two Rammboys. This resulted in a fight, 2 against 5, and of course they lost and were kicked out. Actually, it was more like 1 vs. 5, as Flake yelled at them to stop beating Till and go after him instead...;

— One day, while babysitting his grandson, Till was shopping and flirting with a cashier, but his grandson wanted chewing gum and kept asking for it: "Grandpa, I want chewing gum". Till was a little embarrassed ;

— Till has a long scar (among many others) on his left forearm because once, when he was young, he tried to open a tin can without a can opener but with a knife because he was so hungry ;

— Till and the Rammstein boys were very poor when Rammstein started. They recall in 2004 :

"Flake : Do you remember how we stole ducks in the village? We knew that they were fed corn flour, so the gizzards were cooked with corn, it worked very well.

Till : It's true, yes! When Rammstein began, we lived, as in prehistoric times. Next to our house was a railway line.. At dawn we went out to collect corpses of animals left from the night train: the train always kills two or three animals, it is only necessary to find them. These we also ate . Well, not only them, of course. We also caught fish in a trap. It’s much easier to concentrate on music when you are not worrying about where to find money for dinner."

I HOPE YOU WON'T BE DISAPPOINTED AND STOP YELLING AT ME 🤣

#anon asks

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daddy-issues-galore · 11 days

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The Florist next-door... Andy Barber x f!reader Part 15/? (Now being posted on @daddy-issues-galore and NOT @i-have-a-wonky-eye-too)

<Part 14<

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, sex outside (in a tent) slight dirty talk, pet/nicknames (baby girl, sweetheart), accidentally use of 'daddy', Laurie being mean, sweet father/son/reader moments

Andy smiled to himself as he watched you teach Jacob how to make a s'more. He thought you looked absolutely stunning, the flames from the fire in the back yard illuminating your natural beauty as you and his son laughed and made a mess with marshmallows and chocolate. It had been the perfect day... almost.

The three of you had spent the entire day buying everything Jacob needed for his camping trip. Andy was thankful for your help (and camping knowledge) because he knew absolutely nothing about camping. Having you around to explain things to Jacob was more helpful than any YouTube video he would have been watching. Eventually, Andy gave in to Jacob and agreed the three of you could spend the night 'camping' before setting some of the stuff up in the back yard.

That's when the almost perfect day took a hit and things went a little sour.

"How do you know so much about camping, Y/N?" Jacob asked as he helped you connect the tent poles together.

"My dad and grandpa, used to take me every year when I was a kid." You smiled. "I used to love spending time out in the woods, collecting firewood or fishing by the lake."

"How come we never went camping?" Jacob looked at Andy who was trying to put the other tent up on his own.

Andy frowned as he struggled with a pole, "Uh, well... We were always working and... Your, uh, mom, hates bugs, so..." He huffed and stood up, putting his hands on his hips. "Why won't it work?"

You and Jacob burst out laughing at him making Andy roll his eyes and smile at you.

"Okay, smart-ass, you do it." He challenged Jacob with a smile.

"Fine." Jacob ran over to him and quickly began to take over as Andy's attention was drawn away by the doorbell.

"I'm gonna answer the door, but when I get back, that tent better be up." He called out over his shoulder with a grin.

Andy sent you a wink making you blush and quickly look away from him.

As much Andy was going to miss Jacob being around for the weekend, he was also looking forward to the two of you being able to spend some time together. He wanted to show you how grateful he was for you being by his side.

Andy's smile fell as he opened the door. "What are you doing here, Laurie?"

"I want to see my son." She scowled st him.

Andy let out a heavy sigh as he placed his hands on his hips. "I've already told you, Jacob doesn't want to see you right now."

Laurie scoffed, "You mean you don't want him to see me."

"That's not true, Laurie. I've spoken to him and he does want to see you, just not yet, okay? He needs time." Andy said calmly.

"Why am I the bad guy? You're just as bad and as guilty as I am. This isn't fair, Andrew." Laurie said raising her voice.

Andy huffed, "You're right, I am. But one of the differences is, Laurie, our son caught you in bed with another man." Andy glared, "And unlike you, I haven't been sleeping around. What, Y/N and I, have is serious. I love her."

Laurie scoffed crossing her arms over her chest, "Please. What you have with her is a midlife crisis, Andy, and you know it. Give it a couple of months and things will fizzle out and you'll realise that you've made the biggest mistake of your life."

Andy gritted his teeth. "No, that was marrying you."

Laurie rolled her eyes. "Screw you. Now let me see my son." She said as she tried to push him out of her way.

"No." Andy blocked the doorway so she couldn't get in. "Now leave."

Laurie glared up at him. "Fine. But don't think this is over, Andy. I'm taking my son if it's the last thing I do." She spat before turning around and heading back to her car.

Andy watched her until she drove off down the road before slamming the door shut, letting out a shaky breath as he leaned against it.

"How long do you think he'll last?" You whispered to Andy as the two of you settled in your own tent for the night.

"It depends how much charge his cell has." Andy answered with a playful smile before he paused. "Did you tell him about the lack of bathroom situation in the woods?" He asked.

You creased your brow. "That's a job for his father, I think." You laughed softly making Andy chuckle.

"I think it's best we leave it to mother nature." He chuckled as he laid down.

As you laid down beside him, Andy slipped his arm around you and pulled you into his side so you could rest your head on his chest. The two of you exhaled softly as you snuggled closer to one another and finally let yourselves relax after a busy day.

You'd barely been laid there ten minutes when you heard Jacob moving around inside his tent before he unzipped it. You looked up at Andy with a questioning look as Jacob's footsteps moved away from where the two of you were.

Andy just rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh, "Tell me he isn't going in already?" He asked as the back door quietly shut.

You quickly covered your mouth to hide your amusement. "Maybe he's gone to use the bathroom."

"Don't make excuses, Y/N." Andy huffed, "He's gone to play his game, hasn't he?"

You nodded with a soft sigh, "I think he might have, yes."

The two of you laid in silence for a couple of seconds before you burst out laughing.

"Should we go get him? Or go in?" You asked.

Andy shook his head, "Nah. Let him think he's out smarted us." He pushed himself up so he was hovering over you. "I've missed laying with you in my arms." He whispered as he cupped your cheek.

Since telling Jacob about the two of you, you thought it was best that you didn't 'have sleepovers' with Andy. The poor kid was already going through so much you didn't want to add to it. For now, him being okay with you spending time with him and his dad knowing the two of you were an item, was enough. You didn't want to rub his face in it.

You let out a soft exhale as you let your hands softly glide over his sides. "Me too." You smiled lovingly up at him. "But it wouldn't be fair to, Jacob, if I were to stay the night. And, I don't want to give, Laurie, more ammunition to use against you in the divorce." You let out a frustrated sigh.

Andy nodded, gently brushing your hair. "I know, sweetheart." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You're right... But, right now," Andy leaned down again and kissed your lips, easily slipping his tongue past them and pulling a soft moan from you.

Andy smirked to himself when he pulled back from you and you chased after his lips.

"Jacob, is almost certainly staying inside for the night whilst we're out here." He leaned down and kissed the left side of your neck making you draw in a sharpe breath as he ran his tongue over your skin, tickling you with his beard. "And you're already laid in my arms." He whispered before doing the same to your right side.

You reached up and carded your fingers through his hair, pulling his head up so you could crash your lips against his.

Andy slipped his left hand into your sweats and slowly coated his fingers in your wetness. You let out a breathy moan against his mouth as he pressed two of his thick fingers against your clit and began to slowly circle it.

Your eyes closed and your back arched, "More, please."

Andy chuckled softly as he pushed his fingers inside of your weeping pussy and began to slowly fuck you.

You groaned, "Fuck, Andy,"

Andy dropped his face against the side of your neck and moaned against your skin. He twisted his hand and curled his fingers as he kissed and licked your neck. You threw your head back, rolling your hips against his hand moaning.

"Shh, baby. Gotta keep those pretty moans quiet." Andy smirked, "Don't want anyone hearing ya' 'bout to cum, do we, sweetheart?" He teased, lightly nipping your skin.

"Shut up." You moaned.

Andy chuckled as he curled his fingers. "Don't be mean, baby girl," Andy raised his head to look down at you. "Or you won't be coming at all." He warned as he slowly began to remove his fingers.

You shook your head, "M'sorry, Andy. I'll be good." You whined.

"Good girl," Andy leaned down pressed his lips against yours.

You let out a deep moan against Andy's mouth as he added a third finger began to finger you at a faster pace. Your hips once again began to move against his hand.

"Oh, Andy..." You moaned, sliding your hands under his t-shirt against his strong back muscles until you could hold onto his shoulders. "Please, don't stop." You moaned. "S'close." You squeezed around his thick fingers.

Andy groaned against throat as he softly sucked and kissed your skin. "C'mon, baby... Cum for me... Cum for daddy." He groaned and crashed his mouth against yours as you began to cry out in pleasure as you came around his fingers.

You held onto Andy as you slowly calmed down from your orgasm, letting out soft mewls as Andy carefully withdrew his fingers from you.

"Shit," Andy panted against your mouth as you both caught your breaths. "Are you okay?" He whispered, lightly kissing your cheek and brushing your hair back.

You hummed, "You didn't hurt me, baby. I'm okay." You smiled up at him as you cupped his face.

He shook his head. "No, I meant-" He sighed, "I said-"

"Hey," You smiled up at him, "It's okay."

"No, it's not." He frowned. "I shouldn't-"

"Andy," You pulled his face closer to yours. "It's okay," You bit your bottom lip sudectively. "I enjoyed it." You smirked.

Andy's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "You did?"

You nodded as you slid your right hand between the two of you and palmed his hard cock through his sweats. Andy's eyes fell shut as his mouth fell open with a soft moan.

"It's okay, daddy," You whispered before softly kissing his chin. "I enjoy it."

Andy gulped as he pulled back to look down at you, licking his bottom lip. His eyes moved from your lust blown eyes to your nipples that were noticeably pebbled through your (his) t-shirt.

"You want my cock, baby girl?" He asked as he began to push his sweats down until his hard cock was free and in his hand.

You let out a low moan as you stared at his beautiful cock. "Fuck," You nodded licking your lips. "Yes, daddy."

Andy let out a low growl quickly helping you pull your sweats down before he crawled between your legs. "I need to be inside you," He kissed you, taking a hold of his cock and running it through your folds.

Your mouth fell open as the head of Andy's cock nudged your swollen clit a couple of times before he pushed his hard cock inside of you.

You let out a deep groan as Andy bottom his thick length inside of you. You dug your nails into his broad shoulders and hooked your leg over his hip, your heel pushing u to his ass.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good, baby." He began to roll his hips as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck. "Fuckin' made for me."

He pulled back and crashed his lips against yours, forcing his tongue inside your mouth as you moaned.

You rolled your hips in time with his, "Fuck, right there," You moaned loudly.

"Fuck, baby." Andy rested his forehead against yours. "That feel good, baby girl?"

You nodded, dragging your nails down his firm back as he ground his hips against yours. You cried out as his public bone rubbed against your swollen clit.

"C'mon, baby girl, give daddy one more." Andy reached up and pinched one of your nipples as he crashed his lips against yours.

You let out a deep groan of pleasure as you came around Andy's cock. He wasn't far behind you, moaning deeply into your mouth as he came.

The two of you held each other close as you came down from your highs, sharing soft, loving kisses.

Andy carefully laid back beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "I love you, sweetheart." Andy whispered.

"I love you too... Daddy." You wiggled your eyebrows at him teasingly with a giggle.

Andy let out a tired chuckle, shaking his head. "Don't make me spank you."

#andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x reader smut #Andy Barber #andy barber x you #andy barber x female reader #Andy Barber x female!reader #The Florist next-door

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rayan12sworld · 5 months

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🧡💜In which Lan Qiren eavesdrops and gets a new nephew (and grandnephew) out of it

By:h0peless_oblivion

Summary:

“Lan Zhan, I have something to tell you. I’m really sorry.” Wei Wuxian paused for a moment whilst he fished something out of the pocket of his black jeans. Due to the angle the two boys were sitting at, Lan Qiren couldn’t see what the item was, but he heard Wangji’s sharp intake of breath as it was pressed into his palm.

“I’m pregnant, Lan Zhan.”

For a split second, Lan Qiren feared that his heart might actually stop beating. Pregnant. Wei Wuxian was eighteen years old and he was pregnant. Any question of who the father was, was clearly answered by the fact that Wei Wuxian was here, confessing all of this to Lan Qiren’s youngest alpha nephew.

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Alternatively:

Teenage omega Wei Wuxian gets pregnant by his alpha boyfriend Lan Wangji and is scared he's going to be disowned. Lan Wangji's uncle is not about to let that happen.

Chapter:17/20

Words:64,355

Status:ongoing

“Ah Qiren, I always knew you’d go soft on those nephews of yours,” Lan Bowen joked, “not that there’s anything wrong with that of course, it’s good that Wangji trusts you enough to ask to do things the proper way; it would be far worse for his reputation if those kids eloped together or something.” “Yes, that is a scenario worth avoiding,” Lan Qiren shuddered. If only these relatives knew just how close they had come to that scenario. No plane tickets had been purchased in the end, but Lan Qiren had definitely seen the cogs turning in Wangji’s brain in the moments after Wei Wuxian had announced his pregnancy.

“He likes to keep to himself.” “Not for much longer ay. Speaking of which, Qiren; if Wangji is marrying an omega, you might become a grandpa one of these days! Wouldn’t that be nice, you old-timer.” Lan Bowen was clearly joking but Lan Qiren couldn’t help but feel a little faint at just how close this man was to the truth. He was going to be a granduncle soon. He could pinpoint exactly when he was going to become a granduncle; not some random estimate in the next few years of Wangji’s marriage, but under seven months from now. It was annoyingly ironic that the banter in the build-up to the wedding would be comprised mostly of ‘ ooh should we be expecting an announcement of a little one soon?’ when the child was already well on its way. Goddammit, Wangji, you couldn’t have kept it in your pants, could you? Was all he could think about when relatives teased him about potential future grandchildren from Wangji’s omega husband. Oh, they were going to be so appalled when the new Lan baby did arrive, but way ahead of schedule.

~~~🤣🤣 he is very funny

I don’t know. I’m sure no one out there wants to see my bump anyway--” “I want to see it.” Once again, Wei Ying was taken aback by his husband’s intense sincerity. Lan Zhan snaked his arms around Wei Ying’s middle from behind and smoothed his hands down his front, pulling Wei Ying’s sweater taut and revealing the curve of his belly as they watched their reflections in the full-body mirror. “My lovely husband, so pretty and round with our first pup. So strong, keeping our little one safe in his tummy. Wei Ying, as your alpha, getting to see you like this is so special to me.” “It is?” Wei Ying asked, straining his neck to look back at his husband. “Hm, it reminds me of what I’m protecting, who I’m working for, who I feel pride for. I see other alphas out in public and I sense how jealous they are of me for getting to have a pup with such a perfect mate.”

(Fluffy fanfic)

#wangxian #wangxian recommendations #mdzs #mxtx mdzs #wangxian fanfic #ao3 recs #the untamed #mdzs fanfic rec #lan qiren #lwj x wwx #mdzs wwx #wwx #mdzs lwj #lwj #fluffy fanfic #In which Lan Qiren eavesdrops and gets a new nephew (and grandnephew) out of it

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jorisjurgen · 5 months

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World of Twelve dashboard simulator

🎆 halfalight follow

I think if I get knocked out while solo'ing dungeons oen more time local eniripsas will just euthanise me 😭 iop save me

🫂 shards-of-glass-in-the-bar follow

we all have that homie who's not gonna make it.

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You run an anti-recovery alcoholism blog tho ???

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way to be classphobic dipshit.

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Idk i feel like posting about losing your home bc of it isn't very successful and happy pandawa of you.

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Anyone in this thread smoke hemp

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Like a sworn knight, I serve you. You are my beating heart, my lifeline. Neither Bonta nor Astrub would be home, if you were not by my side...

Yet, why do my hands yearn for freedom, the way a butcher yearns for a wild animal?

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Are you ok op.

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isnt op that one guy with 50 side blogs who got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

🌌 somethingquietplace

Do you swear on your heart that you can truly believe a person with a life and a career would post on this site.

#Mind your buisiness. #not osu

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does anyone know if the demigod goultard is still out there marrying people//...

i n;;eed h;im.

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When you die and go to externam not even being hosed down will help clean your soul. You will not reincarnate for 999 years.

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Went on a fishing trip with my family.

Here are some photos I took there, including photos of the snappers the three of us caught. Sufokia is beautiful this time of the year.

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I'll delete this reblog a bit later for organization purposes, but I wanted to take this moment to thank you all for your comments.

Also, I did not know that there was a fishing community here, for all the decades I spent on this site. The more you know.

#It's nice to get back in the groove of things... #Such a hectic year. #I just need some peace and quiet. #And maybe then I'll feel better. #Though sometimes I do ask why I keep doing this. Just everything in general. #...A hot chocolate will fix me right up though. Always does. #Delete later

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I know most ppl are like..,, 100% over talking about that one fuckin xelor that reversed time for like 20 minutes. like yeah hes evil but he saved my whole life. i spilled coffee on my passport and then WHOOM time reversed and shit. and i woke up 20 minutes earlier, threw up, and decided not to go anywhere near my documents with liquids ever again.

can i get a wahoo for grandpa genocide. like he really fucked up but he did do a solid one to at least me. i just feel like enough years had passed for me to speak my truth

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It's not a laughing matter, people died. And it was a yet another case of media representing xelors as crazy and evil.

Try to put yourself in the mindset of the victims.

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im a xelor too and i think this is fucking hilarious soo yeah.

try reincarnating into a different class in next life! hope this helps.

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I agree with the second rb, but is nobody going to mention their url??

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I know we all have our role models for adventurers we'd like to marry or become or steal the gender of or whatever, but idk it haunts me that some of them may be on this site. Imagine someone like master Eva reading what ppl had written about her or her husband. scary.

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I hope ush galash can feel when i post about sending him psionic shadow assassins. i hope he fucking feels pain. Every single time.

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what did a random bontarian noble do to you. also isn't he dead.

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OK SO. this made me realize that most people genuinely don't know about the murder dungeon allegations.

To summ it up, he lured in people to rob his house, put them in The Murder Dungeon (actually a tower, but... rule of funny. it sounds funnier that way), and Bontarian government did NOTHING about for years, and even placed a statue in his honor despite that.

wo2ww.bontanews.bn/articles/ush-galesh-allegations-of....

Now, this might sound like a conspiracy theory, but most of us in the demigod drama community know that Ecaflip demigods just... fake their deaths a lot. So there's a very big chance he's still out there. He's fucking out there.

And I want him to know, that I am sending psionic brain warriors to him. And to the king too.

THE ONLY reason this turned into a thing everyone knows is due to an anonymous leaker from within the palace. I fucking hate this kingdom.

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The city of good, btw

yet another reason i am a proud brakmarian despite not liking djaul LOL

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WHAT????? HE HAD A WHAT ..

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oh god what happened to my post.

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there are like, theories on who leaked it btw, considering a bunch of diplomats had access to the documents. Though I won't point any fingers towards anyone in the palace in particular. 👀

if it would keep him doing this, I could kiss that guy who did this, on the lips, I would. or like, give him a pizzlarva.

fr fr.

🌌 somethingquietplace

It's every Bontarian's civil duty to try and make the city a little bit better. I think these motivations are both unneeded and unwanted.

Though the pizzlarva bit is funny.

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arent you that one guy with whos been here for like 20 years and got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

did you do this tumblr user somethingquietplace. did you.

🌌 somethingquietplace

I'm running a combination OSU, photography, and fishing blog where I post poorly written poetry at 4AM.

Please stop with the "you're never beating the allegations" jokes.

#not osu

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#wakfu #dofus #krosmoz #this is cringe #but i had fun writing this #mymemes #there are only 2 canonical wakfu characters who would be on tumblr and only one of them is here. sorry.#you can guess who it is.

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[BSTS] Gui Year of the Dragon Reward 4* Card Story

(note: The cast members that are dragons were sent to perform at an outdoor festival celebrating the year of the dragon.)

chapter 1 -festival grounds-

kongou: Looks like this is where they’re holding the kite flying competition.

gui: …There’s a lot of people here. Are they all competitors?

sinju: Some of them are probably just here to watch. It’s fun just getting to watch kites being flown too.

mizuki: Who cares how many people we’re up against. We’re gonna win and get that high end beef prize!

saki: Please do your best, everyone.

hari: That tent over there must be the reception desk. I’ll go and sign us up.

-time pass-

hari: Thanks for waiting, I’ve acquired the kite materials.

sinju: Materials?

hari: Yes, the kites are set up to be custom made by the participants.

mizuki: What? Why? That’s too much work, you guys do it. Peace.

-mizuki leaves-

kongou: Hey, wait! Mizuki!

hari: …He’s already gone.

sinju: What~!? But he was so fired up just a second ago?

gui: Want me to chase after him?

kongou: When he gets like that he’s not gonna change his mind even if you do catch him…

hari: Let’s not worry about him. We’ll make the kite ourselves.

-time pass-

hari: First choose a kite shape and design and then once it’s affixed to the frame it’s complete.

sinju: I see, this might be a bit harder than I first thought.

hari: It’s so everyone can participate in the event in our own unique way. If we have the time, I think it’s a good idea.

kongou: Ok, how about we pick what shape we want first?

sinju: Let’s see, what do we have here. There’s a square kite, a diamond kite and there’s even fish shaped ones.

saki: They all look cool, don’t they?

gui: Which one is the best?

sinju: Hmm, I’m not sure. The answer would depend on who you ask.

hari: Rather than the shape itself, it appears the key factor is how you affix it to the frame. The requirement for a kite to fly well is for it to be attached right in the middle of the frame, achieving bilateral symmetry.

kongou: In that case, we can just choose whatever we prefer for the shape and design right?

hari: For the design, we should naturally go for one that has a dragon.

sinju: Doesn’t the diamond shaped one look cool?

gui: …….

kongou: If you’re interested Gui, do you want to be the one to put it together?

gui: Can I?

hari: If you need help I’m here. There’s no harm in challenging yourself.

sinju: If Gui does it I’m sure it’ll turn out well since he’s dexterous. I’m in agreement!

gui: Ok. I’ll give it a go.

chapter 2 -festival grounds-

saki: How is the setting up of the kite going, Gui-san?

gui: I’m just doing some finishing touches then it’ll be ready. Look.

saki: Wow, it looks great!

kongou: Yeah, you’ve done pretty well haven’t you? It looks like it’s going to fly up real high.

gui: Hari helped me create it. We’re going to compete with this kite.

kongou: Yeah, let’s do our best in the competition.

sinju: It’s finally time to start flying. So the rules are that the team that can fly their kite the highest wins?

kongou: Yep. How about we let Gui fly it first since he was the one who made it?

gui: Ok. I’ll give it a go.

-gui starts flying the kite-

kongou: The trick is to properly read the direction and strength of the wind. Do your best.

saki: Oh, it’s flying!

gui: But it’s so low… The other kites are so much higher up in the sky.

sinju: Here, let me take it for a moment.

-sinju flys the kite-

saki: Uwah, it’s slowly getting higher and higher!

sinju: Heheh, I’ve flown kites, played badminton, played with spinning tops and done all sorts of things like this with my grandpa. When it comes to new year’s activities you can count on me.

hari: A dragon soaring high in the sky is a good omen.

sinju: …Hm? Wait, there’s something written on our kite’s tail… It says ‘A performance by dragons to commemorate the year of the dragon, this afternoon on the main stage’…!?

kongou: That’s some crazy good hand writing…

hari: I wrote it. It was the optimal spot to advertise our show.

kongou: Hahah, so that’s why.

sinju: Ah, Saki-chan. The wind isn’t too strong at the moment so do you want to try flying the kite?

saki: Yes, I’d like to.

-saki flys the kite-

sinju: Make sure you keep the string taut. If it starts to loosen, pull on it a bit and adjust it so that it’s taut again.

saki: …Like this?

sinju: Yeah that’s it! You’re a natural.

-sky-

gui: …The kite is flying so high.

kongou: Yeah. The dragon that you made is soaring magnificently into the sky.

-time pass-

mizuki: Huh? Where are all the kites at?

sinju: You’re finally back, Mizuki! The kite flying competition has already ended.

mizuki: Oh, really? Then where’s our meat?

gui: We came second. There’s no meat.

mizuki: What? You didn’t win!?

kongou: The result may be disappointing but I think it ended up being a good advertisement for our show.

mizuki: Tch, is that so? Well whatever, if there’s a competition for who’s gonna liven up the festival the most, then we’re obviously gonna take out first place.

kongou: Yeah, it’ll be a blast. Let’s give it our all.

—end

#bsts gui #bsts translation

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