#just a little checkup on this fandom-

[chuluoyi]

Hey you!! I am still a bit quite new to the jjk fandom and everything going around but i am reading tons of things and your page became my fave in like a blink of an eye, no joke!!! Like i swear everything you write with Gojo goes through my soul and beyond🔥💕 i was thinking if you would maybe sometime take on the idea of how would Gojo react if his wife/gf is pregnant and him the protective dude he is, looses his shit when she gets hurt (either random or an a mission)?and taking care of her after.

Also i hope you are well and send you all the hugs and love i can give from where I am💜💜💜

࿐ ࿔ before the dawn

tw: pregnancy, mentions of blood, satosugu angst, hurt/comfort. goes through your soul and beyond? omg that’s the highest praise🤧 oh and hurt/comfort is actually my roman empire! to fit in love entries, i have to put it in the jjk0 timeline... and also sending love for you too nonnie!! this is so sweet aww thank you🫶🏻✨

a part of gojo's love entries

“…geto suguru is going to unleash curses in tokyo and kyoto.”

you stood still, suddenly feeling like your world had crashed. you blinked at what ichiji had just said after stuttering many times. “huh? geto… suguru?”

you just had your prenatal checkup with shoko, and you had suspected something serious had been going on by the grim way she looked and how she tried to evade your questions. satoru too had been kind of busy these past few days, and he was sorry to leave you more often because of “a business he had to take care of.”

so this was the business.

“how? why?” you asked ichiji with widened eyes, the horror dawning on you surely and fast. “how is he—doesn’t that mean… he’s— he’s going to be hunted down?”

that was a stupid question. suguru had been a criminal for ten years, of course they were going to catch him. it shouldn’t be new, you knew it. but this was an act of terrorism. this was the gravest and he could—suguru could…

three years of your and satoru’s youth flashed in your mind. the laughs. the memories. how? why must everything escalate this way?

“they’re g-going to… eliminate him.” ichiji looked down with regret, swallowing hard as he told you this. “gojo-san… he’s going to participate in the battle too.”

hearing that, suddenly you felt sick to your stomach. another reality crashed: satoru could end up murdering his best friend.

almost immediately, your womb clenched and throbbed with such intensity that your breath hitched, and you lurched forward, gripping onto ichiji’s arm tightly—

“ahh!” a scream tore its way out of your throat as you crumbled to the ground. the vice-like gripping pressure that assailed you sent waves of pain coursing through your belly and there was something wet and scarlet trickling down your legs.

blood. you wheezed, whimpered and your voice came out in panicked gasps. “b-baby… my baby—!”

“i will get you to ieiri-san!” ichiji immediately carried you back to shoko’s infirmary, trying not to turn into a blubbering mess. your anguished cries resonated through the quiet hall as you held onto your spasming abdomen, and ichiji could only pray with all his heart that you would be okay… or else gojo would definitely have his head.

he was informed through a phone call, that you passed out due to shock.

satoru felt his ears ring. everything blanked out afterwards. you were bleeding. you and your baby were bleeding. you weren’t supposed to and he wasn’t even there.

you were already so far along in your pregnancy and there was only a little over two months left before your due date. despite the impulse to scream at ichiji for subjecting you to such shocking news, he realized it would be futile, because in the end, you deserved to know.

he dashed towards the infirmary, the bandages on his eyes unraveling to reveal the bright glint of his six eyes as he met shoko’s stern gaze.

“where is she?” his voice came out ragged, almost in a growl, and his fists were clenched so tightly.

his remaining friend solemnly guided him towards your room and he wasted no time to rush inside, heart in his throat to make sure that no harm had come to either you or his baby.

“...satoru?” you were sitting on the bed, still pale, the swell of your belly was prominent even under the blankets. he looked at you with a mix of fright and concern and pulled you into his arms, breathing in your scent.

“you alright?” he inquired, voice softened exponentially as he pressed kisses on your head. “does it still hurt anywhere?”

“no, shoko has—”

“your belly no longer hurts? baby okay?” his palm brushed against your abdomen, lips tugged into a very concerned frown, and when the baby kicked him was when satoru could finally heave a sigh of relief.

“you scared me so much,” he whispered into your ear in a rasp and a sigh, before squeezing his eyes shut and reveling in your familiar warmth. one of his hands rested on where your baby was, to feel his twists and turns inside you, while the other continued to hold you in his embrace.

“satoru…” you mumbled, leaning against his sturdy chest and sensing the rapid beats of his heart. you felt exhausted and guilty for having mortified him, but you must clarify one thing. “they said… geto will curse everyone… is that true?”

his heart sank at your innocent question. “for now… can we just stay like this? i will answer you later, but for now…”

and you indulged him. over the years, you learned that satoru needed assurance in physical form more than you did. your heart fluttered as he patted your back and rubbed your belly many times, his worry crystal clear.

“i’m sorry i wasn’t here… and i’m sorry that i tried to hide it from you,” he began. “in my defense, i don’t want you to put you through more stress. you have our baby to worry about already.”

as he explained things to you afterwards—about how your once kind, respected senior was now radically persistent in his pursuit of eradicating non-sorcerers and targeted yuta, your eyes watered with tears once again.

“can you stop him?” your lower lip trembled, beginnings of sobs welling up within you. “satoru… he’s… was—your best friend…”

geto suguru was an undeniable part of your vibrant youth. a part of you never got over how he decided to abandon everything during your last year of high school.

and you knew that your husband too must feel the same, with how crestfallen he looked now. it was the greatest betrayal for him to see the only person who understood him branched away to the worst path possible.

“shh... sweets, look,” satoru made you face him, the blue of his eyes darkening as he joined both of your hands together in his, dropping down on one knee before you. “for now, please— please, just focus on yourself. i don’t want you to get hurt.”

“but—”

“i won’t be able to forgive myself if you or our baby are not the slightest bit fine.”

you went silent at that. gojo satoru never showed his weakness to anyone, and with you, rarely. yet, in this moment, he appeared vulnerable, confessing that losing the only thing that kept him sane—this little family you made—would be unbearable.

“i’m fine, i promise,” you reassured, pulling your hand away before wrapping your arms around his neck, seeking his comfort and letting your tears to finally fall freely. “i’m sorry for earlier…”

“don’t. i should’ve told you sooner, that way you wouldn’t bleed,” satoru firmly rebuked in a grave tone, his voice tinged with self-deprecation as he hugged you again in return, stroking your hair. “did it hurt much? you must’ve been so terrified…”

“i was spooked, but we’re fine…”

“i’m going to take leave for the next few days, yeah? we’re going to be together. i can't—in this state of mind—leave you alone.”

the thought of potentially losing your baby filled him with terror. everything else be damned—including suguru’s atrocities, he had to take care of you first.

because you were the one who stood by his side when his world was at its darkest—you had came to him with the light of the dawn. he was forever grateful to you for becoming the apple of his eye, mending his broken heart, and ultimately becoming his everything.

he wouldn't let anything happen to you. that was his vow to himself. and he was a man of his word.

. . .

it didn't occur to you until much, much later, after all was said and done—after you were notified of suguru's death on december 24, that his mind had been set since then, because satoru had never promised you that he would be able to stop him.

#𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #jjk imagines #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk angst #jjk hurt/comfort #gojo satoru angst #gojo angst #gojo satoru fluff #jjk fluff #gojo x you #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo imagines #satoru gojo angst #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo fluff

[reallyromealone]

Title: adoption 3

Fandom: my hero Academia

Characters, kiribaku and tot reader

Warnings: omegaverse, Omega male reader, dad kiribaku, baby reader, tot reader, platonic

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Though he doesn't go out fighing crime, Aizawa was still a teacher at U.A along with his mate Yamada, their son Hitoshi taking the mantle from Aizawa and Eri in grade school, nearly middle school age.

And his late entry son, Katsuki.

Like Hitoshi he was a hero but took more spotlight hero than underground, he was incredibly proud of all his kids and kept photos of them on the Mantel and now? He had a little Omega grandson, the elder Omega would be a liar if he said he didn't spoil the little tot whenever he could.

"There's our grandkid!" Yamada said as the two alphas stepped out of their car and released little (name) from his car seat prison, little bag of goldfish crackers in his hand "are those new shoes? So cool!" The older alpha carefully lifted the tot who seemed chill to say the least, knowing his grandpa very well from their weekend sleep overs.

"You ready to help us today?" (Name) Just needed a checkup from U.As doctors and his dad's were being surprise guests for the heroics classes as a favor so two birds one stone type deal "you get to hang out with me today after your checkup! Yaaay!" Yamada said happily and (name) though not quite sure what was going on but was happy none the less.

"My! You gained two pounds! Good job bud!" The U.A doctor exclaimed, Chiyo having retired a year prior and (name) just smiled at them as Kirishima cheered at (name) who chewed his crackers happily, nothing else mattered after all.

1A was confused as they whispered to one another, what was the surprise that Aizawa had for them? Oh god they hoped it wasn't extreme training!

"Class, I have two people whom I would like you to meet, they have been willing to give a presentation so behave" the teens looked excited as their teacher called the mystery people in, everyone losing their minds as the number one and the number six heroes walked in happily "they are also going to do training with you" Aizawa said after calming his students down.

(Name) Smiled as toddled behind his other grandpa, hanging with the English teacher who looked fondly at him "on listeners, this is my grandson, yes he's an Omega and no you can't go gaga over him, he will come to you when he's ready" Yamada explained as (name) lifted his little arms to be held and the older alpha complied, resting the boy on his hip before continuing his classes.

When the school day was over, (name) was fed and had a nap during the last few periods as Kirishima held him close "(naaaame)~!" He smiled as they stood in the staff room and (name) looked curious "I love you!" He said sweetly and (name) did something he didn't expect"a wo uu!" He said back without a blink and the two dad's grinned "he said it! He spoke!" They doted on him as the grandparents walked in confused "(name), say it again!" Bakugo urged his son who clapped "a wo uu!" He squealed, loving the attention.

"Such a smart

#my hero academia #bnha x male reader #mha x male reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #kirishima x male reader #kirishima x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo katsuki x male reader #omegaverse #omega male reader #my hero academia omegaverse #baby male reader #male reader #x male reader

[metalheads-trash-bin]

Hello everyone! My name is Toby, I’m a beginner writer and love to make shit uber realistic for readers. Here’s all the info about my stuff!

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Key:

Ships

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Warnings

Fandoms

Baseline importance

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So far I have three fanfics, a fourth is on the way.

All of my fics will be linked down below! They are wips, so please be patient. Each has their own schedule so make sure to read!

All fanfics will have nsfw, and I don’t mean the basic “stick penis in hole” shit. I mean detailed, loving, and non vanilla nsfw.

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TROLLS:

The first one is my all time fav: Fliff! It goes into Floyd’s trauma, his healing, and realistic dynamics between the characters. This fanfic will be updated twice a week, it used to be updated every day but that’s not survivable long term for me ^^

The second one is Breek! Creek is in no way infantilized in this fanfic. I look at things in a psychological aspect and make damn well sure he’s not babygirlified. This fic goes into Creek’s trauma, Branch’s trauma, allll the trauma, a bunch of healing, and a little bit of angst. It’s updated whenever I feel, but it won’t be abandoned or rarely touched!

The third one is John Dory x Reader! In this it talks about JD’s trauma, some headcanons of his diagnostics, and a bunch of intimate stuff and heart to heart stuff. He is not glamorized in this fic, instead he’s recovering and in therapy. He also has a smallll teeny weeny alcohol issue, but he’s in therapy for that as well! The reader is a trans male, fat L if you can’t handle that. <3 It’s updated whenever I feel just like the Breek fic, but it won’t be abandoned or rarely touched!

The fics are interconnected, so if you see a ship or lore that’s in one of them, assume it’ll be mentioned or involved in the other!

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CREEPYPASTA:

I am currently working on ideas for a rework of a Jeff x reader fic I read. It had a really nice plot but the execution was absolutely horrendous + it was abandoned. I’ll type more info as I update!

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Where else you can contact me or see my content:

Insta: _.metalheads.trash.bin._

Twitter: _mhs_trash_bin_

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And with that…

!!Release the hounds!!

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Summary:

Floyd is forced into therapy after Branch takes him to his annual checkup since he's staying with him.

Branch's reason for sending him being that he notices Floyd's facade of "being fine" and totally not traumatized even toward a doctor. This leads to him sitting in therapy, which in turn gives him homework. Whats the first assignment you ask?

Making friends besides your brothers and Poppy.

Who better than Barb, the queen of rock, as a starting point??

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It was the last few weeks of fall, Branch heading to the forest to get the final harvest for the season. There were rumors of an animal lurking around the farm, he didn't realize that that animal was a familiar face.

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You're a metal/rock troll starting a new life in Pop Village. During one of your bonding activities with Branch, you notice a large creature in the meadow.

Why not pay the owner a visit??

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PS. I have a shit ton of playlists on Spotify of ships, characters, and more! Check em out down below~

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Enjoy! <3

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#trolls world tour #trolls band together #fliff trolls #ao3 writer #ao3 link #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #trolls fanfic #trolls fanfiction #fliff fanfic #fliff fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #trolls movie #breek fic #trolls breek #creek x branch #dreamworks trolls #jd x reader #john dory x reader #creepypasta #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer creepypasta #creepypasta fanfic #jeffery woods #creepypasta family #creepypasta fandom #old creepypasta #creepypasta characters #2000s creepypasta fandom

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 16 - "Do you know a way out of here?"

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: -

"Danyal."

He flinched and slowly turned enough so he could look over his shoulder at the cockpit of the Fenton Speeder. Damian was staring at him with crossed arms and so was Jason, both looking very unimpressed with him.

"I got it! Don't worry!"

Damian was now glaring at him. "You said that ten minutes ago."

"Pretty sure we came past this floating rock over there before." Jason added to Danny's dismay. He floated over closer to the Speeder, his entire body language spelling out how nervous he was facing his twin and brother right now.

"I promise, I got this! A lot of the Infinite Realm looks very similar and aside from the floating doors nothing really differs here a lot. Unless you find the haunt of someone!"

"We know, you said that when we entered the portal, repeated it before that several times and every time we came here before, insisting on several safety measures." Damian retorted still with that unimpressed stare of his.

"Some safety measures that were, we still got attacked by one of your ghost rogues." Jason muttered, eying the thermos Danny had thrown at them when a guy, Walker, came at them with a bunch of other ghosts looking like security guards. They had sucked up most of them into it and then lost the last of them by zigzacking their way through this dimension.

It wasn't like this was their first time accompanying Danny into the Infinite Realms. Both Jason and Damian had come into this dimension several times before. Most of the time it was for checkups Jason or Danny had with Frostbite. Other times they just tagged along when Danny had to deal with something here. This was one of these times.

A floating eyeball had interrupted their breakfast and Danny after having gotten annoyed with it enough to shoot one of his ecto-blasts at it, hurriedly went down to the basement to the portal he had built there months ago. Jason just happened to be in the cave wanting to look something up on the batcomputer when he caught him preparing to go into the portal. And Damian as always, being the worried twin that still got an overprotective streak after months of having Danny with them also insisted on coming alone.

They had been lucky that it wasn't a school day or that Bruce had been busy with JL stuff to notice them going off into the Infinite Realm on their own. Now Jason regretted it just a little bit, because despite what Danny was saying, they were lost. It was probably only a matter of time until one of their other siblings noticed too. "So wanna bet how long it will take for the others to freak out on the coms of our disappearance? I don't think we left a note on where we went."

"I informed Pennyworth of our outing." Damian countered and Danny gave a nervous laugh. Jason couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him, fully knowing that Bruce was going to lecture Danny once more on safety precautions when traveling interdimensional. Like having someone man the coms at home base.

"This would be so much easier if I just had the map…" Danny muttered as he phased through the cockpit glass and stood next to them.

"The map you just happened to leave behind because you know the way to the castle by heart?" Damian rose an eyebrow at his now sheepish looking twin.

"I learned my lesson okay! I won't forget it next time!" Now Jason raised an eyebrow, he distinctly remembered Danny saying this before when they went to an appointment with Frostbite before and had gotten lost on the way back.

"Danyal. Do you know a way out of here? Or do we have to find a way to contact Pennyworth, father or any of the others?"

"I know where to go!" Danny jumped up phasing out of the Speeder again to look at their surroundings through the windows. Before pointing in a certain direction. "That way! If we get to Far Frozen we will be halfway back to the Manor's portal!"

Damian and Jason both arched an eyebrow once more nearly in sync. It wasn't Danny's fault, okay it was, but they were losing trust in his navigation skills. Especially since both were sure they had rounded that dead tree on a rock five times now. Just as the other was about to start leading them in that direction a blast hit the side of his head and both Jason and Damian shouted his name in worry.

"I am okay!" Danny shouted flying up to them before dodging more blasts that came his way. Damian then pushed Jason off the Speeders controls. Stirring it to follow his twin brother who was still dodging another one of his rogues that had decided to attack them on their way home.

"What is today?! Come and attack Danny day?!" The half ghost shouted as he flew zig zags around floating rocks and dodged ecto-blasts from a ghost, Jason remembered Danny called Skulker. This was the second one to attack them today, and one Jason knew Damian liked the least.

Damian had a personal grudge with this one, once he learned that the ghost was after his twin's 'pelt'. Personally Jason found it sort of hilarious considering Danny gets hunted by this Skulker and Skulker is getting hunted by Damian whenever the Demon Brat caught sight of him.

Though Danny had explained it to them once that it was just his rogues living out their obsession, it still didn't stop any of them getting at least somewhat protective when these ghost rogues showed up. After all their attacks were once that could hurt their brother and aside from the equipment Danny had provided they had nothing else to protect him with.

Not that Danny needed to know that Bruce and Tim were already working on something with the information he had provided behind the twins' backs.

Still this was the second time they got attacked now and all just because Danny had to deal with some nonsense the Observers had called him for. Yet Damian and Jason were sort of unable to help Danny right now and could only stir the Fenton Speeder to follow him, but the speeder wasn't fast enough and they lost sight of their ghost brother.

Frustrated Damian punched the consol.

"Now what?" Jason muttered, eyeing all the green and floating rocks around them. They didn't know how to navigate that place no matter how often they had accompanied Danny into this dimension. They were even more lost now and Danny was somewhere, hopefully still somewhat close, getting hunted by Damian's least favorite ghost rogue.

"I am going to skin this ghost and make him wish he never died in the first place, and you won't stop me Todd."

#fictober23 #danny fenton #dp x dc #danny phantom #dpxdc #crossover #damian wayne #jason todd #dcxdp #demon twin au #protective damian #Damian had a personal grudge against Skulker #Jason was just in for the interdimensional travel #the three did not expect to get lost in the ghost zone #They don't have the infinite map with them either #Bruce will end up lecturing all three of them #How freaked out would be the rest of the Batfam? #Propably a lot #their brothers are lost in a dimension only their youngest was able to navigate so far #Whatever the observants wanted from Danny #this chaos was probably not worth it

[buckets-and-trees]

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky x gn!Reader, side Sam Wilson Word Count: 2k

Summary: He reluctantly agreed to this in the first place, but a nice afternoon turns into a darker night than Bucky ever could have anticipated. [Takes place after Wandavision and TFATWS but before Multiverse of Madness]

Content Warnings: DARK FIC, entrapment, somnophilia, dub-con, non-con, entrapment, non-graphic sexual situations (p in v), magic, sorcery, trickery… 

Additional Notes: Written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor's Mini March Challenge (literally the Pacific Coast eleventh hour of March 31st, but we made it), featuring a wicker basket and honey jar, a touch of praise, and a flash of voyeurism. I listened to a lot of Lana Del Rey, and the fic takes its title from her song of the same name (and I let Wanda use that as a beat of dialogue).

“Listen, we’re not far from the farm where she’s been staying. I know you don’t know her that well, but in case you forgot, she’s one of the ones who stuck her neck out for you at the airport in Berlin, went to The Raft with me, then went on the run with me and Steve.”

Bucky looked up to the roof of the SUV they were trundling along in. “I know, fine. I know you trust her, I just–“ Bucky broke off and took a deep breath. “After not being in control of my own mind for most of a century, you can’t blame me for being a little wary of dropping by to visit someone whose powers include mind manipulation.”

Sam opened his mouth and closed it again. A beat later, he said, “She’s on our side. I saw her a few weeks ago. I owe it to her to look in and see how she’s doing now and then, and it’d probably mean a lot to her if you came along with me.”

“You’re going to do that? Appeal to my redeveloping humanity?” Bucky rolled his eyes for show but smiled. “Fine. Do we need to pick up a pie or some cookies first?”

Sam grinned. “And you say you have no social skills.”

“What’s this?” Wanda asked, trying to hide a smirk.

“Buck here insisted we needed to bring something if we were going to drop in unannounced,” Sam said, clapping the super soldier on the shoulder and pushing him into the cabin.

“I – well – my ma always said it was the polite thing to do. Not my fault this one has no manners,” Bucky offered, holding out the wicker basket with two loaves of fresh bread and a jar of honey from a local bakery they’d found in the small town nearby.

“Plus, we eat a lot and didn’t want to wipe you out.”

Sam and Wanda both laugh.

Wanda reaches for the basket. “It’s appreciated. Go ahead and have a seat at the table. I’ll put the kettle on.”

When the afternoon sun is casting long shadows across the room as it fights to keep streaming through the windows and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda have demolished almost all the bread, the new Captain America and the Winter Soldier stand up to leave. Bucky had been nervous, but this has proven to be another normal thing, another connection he’s fostering and doesn’t have to worry about. This was good.

“It’s good to see you holding up so well,” Sam said, pulling his jacket back on.

“You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Thanks for putting up with our checkup intrusion,” Bucky added. “You know Sam can’t help dithering over us lost souls.”

“Always wanting to help,” Wanda agreed.

“You know what?” Sam interjected in protest. "There are people who appreciate my efforts."

Bucky and Wanda laughed. It felt nice.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, Bucky, there is something I was hoping to speak just with Sam about.”

“Oh,” Bucky hadn’t expected that, but he knew they had so much more history behind them. “Sure, I’ll just wait in the car.”

He really hadn’t minded leaving them to talk in private. Twenty minutes had been fine. He hadn’t even begrudged thirty minutes, but forty-five minutes seemed a bit too long. They could’ve told him, and he would have gone on a walk or something. Really the only annoyance was letting him think their conversation was going to be quick.

If they were talking for this long, maybe there was a real issue. Maybe he could help.

And now he did need to use the bathroom, so he had a reason to check in that wasn’t indicating the impatience he’d accumulated over nearly an hour.

He rapped lightly on the door with the knuckles of his right hand while opening it with the vibranium one – the reverse would’ve sounded a little more aggressive, even if it would’ve been more convenient.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I–“

Bucky looked around the open living and dining room of the main level. Sam was not here, and Wanda was sitting serenely on the couch, legs crossed, a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other. Music was playing from a Bluetooth speaker in the corner.

“I was waiting for you to come back inside,” she stated calmly, closing the book, and setting it aside on the end table with her tea.

Without thought, Bucky had already adopted a defensive and alert stance, looking around for any helpful cues and cocking his head to listen for–

A long groan drifted down from the upstairs, cutting across the music.

“Sam!” Bucky moved with his preternatural speed to the stairs before Wanda could stop him and ascended, easily taking them three at a time.

What he saw when he reached the top of the stairs brought him to a full stop, his brows furrowing and his jaw dropping.

“What the hell is–?”

Another deep groan from Sam interrupted him, and no wonder. Bucky needed to look away, he really did, but he couldn’t – nor could he believe what he was witnessing.

On the other side of the lofted room of the cabin, Sam was naked on his back, a dark, misty creature seated squarely over his hips. The creature had its hands planted on Sam’s chest and was pumping itself up and down with Sam’s hands on the creature’s own hips to guide it.

“He is a magnificent sight, isn’t he?” Wanda crooned softly at his shoulder.

It was the tone of her comment that pulled Bucky’s attention away from the spectacle. “Choose your words wisely, Wanda.”

The brainwashing of the Winter Soldier was gone, but the unbelievable levels of control, precision, and restraint that had been honed by the US Army, heightened by the super soldier serum, and finetuned by the Soviets remained and were all that kept Bucky from ripping her limb from limb that instant. The rage was simmering right below the surface.

“It’s little known, but it’s quite a simple enchantment with the result of harvesting power. Copulation, particularly a moment of sexual climax, can generate a great deal of energy. An incubus or succubus draws that energy to sustain themselves, but this creature is an umbrabus, or a shadow of a sexual demon which I can absorb once it’s collected the energy.”

“You’re harvesting energy?”

“Mhmm,” she hums. “There are witches who steal power from other witches. This seemed more elegant a solution, and practically harmless.”

“Not harmless.”

Wanda calmly side-stepped him to adjust the drapes over the window as she responded, “He doesn’t remember.”

Bucky’s mind whirred, rapidly piecing things together what he was seeing with what he already knew and reports he’d read about this woman – back in Wakanda when he wanted to know everything about the fugitives who had turned with Steve and then the recent reports he’d hacked into SWORD and FBI servers to read in the car on the way to the cabin today.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this to him.” His hands balled into fists.

“No, it’s not.”

“What do you need the power for?”

“Aw, you’re too inquisitive,” she cooed, and stepped closer to him, reaching out as if to stroke his cheek, but he jerked out of the way. She still kept the small, serene smile on her face. “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it – that’s what they told me so many times.”

Bucky couldn’t stop the open glare that formed on his face.

Wanda just laughed.

“I could tell you, but you won’t remember anyway. Like I said, he doesn’t remember. You won’t remember anything more than maybe a dream,” she said in a way he knew was trying to reassure him, but he was not naïve enough for that. “Let’s just say hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have.

“I can give you anyone you want,” she continued. “I gave Sam the woman he’s been dating and about to start introducing to people as his girlfriend back home. I always wondered… perhaps Steve?”

Without even thinking he had the redhead slammed up against the wall, lifting her by her throat in less than an instant. “Steve? You didn’t do this to him – to them, did you?” The rage that had been simmering now surged like fire through every vein of his body. Wanda had been with Steve, Sam, and Natasha for the better part of two years.

“No,” she eked out, “I did not know the breadth of my abilities then.”

She squeezed his forearm to get him to let her down, and he slowly acquiesced, lowering her to stand of her own volition again but kept enough pressure on her throat to keep her pinned. He might believe that she wasn’t practicing dark magic on his friends before Thanos. The report filed by a Monica Rambeau claimed Westview was grief with good intentions that were put right after Wanda realized the harm she’d caused – created. James Woo from the FBI had reported a similar view. But that was months ago…

Wanda licked her lips, then one of her hands moved up to draw patterns over his hand still on her throat. “Who do you want, James?”

Bucky shook his head. “No.”

Wanda tilted her head. “There’s certainly someone who must have caught the eye of a handsome soldier like you,” her voice lilted sweetly. Saccharine.

Bucky clenched his jaw as your face flashed in his mind, clear as day.

“Ah.” Her eyes gleam, and he feels the dread tighten in his stomach. “What a lovely creature.”

She began to whisper an incantation, and the words are far from the ten cursed Russian words that overruled his own agency for decades, but the dread it conjured was the same.

“No,” he plead.

Then there was the soft weight of a hand on his shoulder, and he whipped his head to see another dark, shadowy being. But as he grabbed the hand to remove it from his shoulder, the umbrabus transforms into a striking approximation of you.

He dropped his grip on Wanda, but otherwise he was now frozen, watching the shadow you. You weren’t naked, but nearly, in only too-tempting swaths of dark blue satin and lace. The being stepped forward and caressed his cheek, and he closed his eyes and didn’t jerk away as he had when Wanda reached for him, but he did try to turn his head and refuse the soft touch. He tried, but he couldn’t.

“Oh, James, there’s no harm in it,” Wanda said. “You can’t stop me from getting what I want, and this world has already taken so much from you, so why not get something you want?”

One hand of the umbrabus – he had to remember it wasn’t you, he had to – trailed delicately down his neck and along his shoulder while the other gently came to rest on his hip. It inclined its head toward him, then moved in and pressed hot lips against his throat. He groaned.

“It will hurt no one,” Wanda continued to speak, “no collateral damage, and you deserve a little happiness.”

The umbrabus’s fingers moved from resting on his hip to hook into the waistband of his jeans, and tugged him toward a bed Wanda conjured just a few steps away.

“Pleasure and happiness aren’t the same thing,” Bucky protested.

“Maybe not, but you will still feel it.”

Was he tumbling willingly onto the bed with you, no her, it?

Because he didn't want this. This isn’t you circling your legs around his waist and pulling his head down to kiss you. He'd only spoken with you a few times, and he didn’t want the falsification unfolding here to supplant the reality he had been looking to slowly build with you.

“And to think of all the strength and stamina you will give me as a super soldier,” Wanda whispered in his ear, trailing a finger down his spine. Where were his clothes? “The only one of your kind left, you will be such a good source of power it will be difficult to let you go, but I promise I will. I’m not the villain, after all.”

He sank into you

“Yes, doing so well for me,” she says softly.

And he was lost.

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[sleepingdeath-light]

pregnant s/o hcs ; hunter

requested by ; anonymous (30/04/23)

fandom(s) ; the owl house

fandom masterlist(s) ; main | hunter-only

character(s) ; hunter wittebane

outline ; “hcs for hunter x pregnant! reader 👀 id place them at about 27 years both they have their lives planned and it just happened! + The gangs reactions”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

now neither of you had necessarily planned for this to happen — like, at all

yes you’d had the conversation about kids when you first started dating because you wanted to make sure you were on the same page

because being young didn’t mean that you weren’t dating to stay together

so you both knew that you wanted a kid, eventually, and you were both at a point in your lives where it was stable for the first time ever

you’d just moved in to your first family home, one on the titan’s stomach so you had a wonderful garden

hunter was making excellent money as a palisman carver and you’d even started growing your own palistrum saplings in a little nursery at home

magic was just starting to stabilise after the whole belos situation

and you’d settled well into your job as a teacher at eda’s wild magic university

it was the perfect time and it… well

it just happened

you’d started feeling a bit unwell and your cycle was late and you were starting to feel a little bit bloated and hunter was worrying himself sick

so you went off to a checkup at the new hospital, perfectly calm and sure nothing would happen

and then you got the news

you were like actually really pregnant

neither of you knew how to react, staying silent and frozen for a few beats, before you finally realised what had just happened

and you just started grinning and celebrating and hunter picked you up and spun you around in a circle as you giggled and repeated the news

you were going to be parents

you were going to have a baby

like for real

and you couldn’t wait

you’re given a few potions to take for your nausea and your doctor insists you stop by for regular appointments since your pregnancy is a very new phenomenon — hunter being a grimwalker, and all

and that was when the next chapter of your lives together officially began

you gathered everyone at your home under the guise of a housewarming party to deliver the news and everyone was thrilled for you

king made a joke about being your ‘practise baby’

luz and amity were crying and amity was just barely holding back her girlfriend from tackling you

willow was grinning broadly as she pulled you both into a hug and said she was so insanely happy for you

(as well as touching your stomach and very sternly telling your baby to behave and stop making you ill)

gus used his illusions to pull together a whole celebration out of thin air and said how excited he was to be an uncle

eda slapped hunter on the back and told him he’d done good

lilith was trying to hold back her tears as she gave you both a hug and congratulated you

camilla kissed you on the cheek and gave hunter a kiss and said something about how all of her babies growing up

(she said something similar at luz and amity’s wedding a few years ago)

and darius and eberwolf were just sticking with hunter and joking with him about finally tying you down — darius tried to hide how teary-eyed he was behind a remark about finally getting to be a grandparent

which made hunter cry

but yeah you all made a day of it and you couldn’t ask for a better support system of aunts and uncles and grandparents for you baby to have in their life

even if willow and eda were getting really into the idea of teaching them to play grudgby and flyer derby…

as your pregnancy progressed your sickness gradually went away and hunter started to make a point of sitting down and talking to your bump every night

like you’ll be laying in bed, comfy as can be, and he’ll sit down beside you and just place his hand over your bump as he talks in this loving voice to your baby

he talks about his day, how he grew up, and how he’s changed

he tells them to behave and stop giving you heartburn and kicking your bladder

he promises that he’ll never make them feel unloved or unwanted — that they’ll never doubt themselves for even a second of their life

and you cry and tell him he’s gonna be the best dad

and he says that he knows he will because he’s got you by his side

and you spend the rest of your pregnancy prepping the nursery and clothes and crying over how small baby shoes are and being more in love with your boyfriend than ever

you can’t wait to start a family with him — and by the size of your bump you won’t have to wait much longer

#sleepingdeath #pregnant reader #afab reader #fluff #fluff hcs #toh fluff #the owl house fluff #toh x reader #the owl house x reader #toh hunter x reader #hunter toh x reader #hunter wittebane x reader

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: fighting/violence and vague mentions of injuries/blood, biting/marking, hints of a size/height kink on Opie's part, a territorial biker , again,all on Opie + the next contestant (EZ, he's your old boyfriend from high school, fyi.) dumb enough to try their luck, body fluids, hand jobs - female recieving / male recieving, body fluids -tell me you wouldn't cum on Opie's fingers, biting/marking, foreplay in a public setting, swearing, petnames, dirty talk and a slutty nurses costume. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt twenty - costumes

character | fandom - opie winston | sons of anarchy

reader | original character - female reader, girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2.5k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you thought you'd wear your little nurses costume out to a bar to tease Opie. Opie decides that he's had enough of your teasing so he takes you home... or at least out to his SUV. .✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

It’s laughable, at best. Cheesy at hell, at worst. But it’s a way to amuse yourselves, you think to yourself as you nurse a drink, eyes scanning the crowded bar, scoping out the people who actually showed up in costume tonight. You’re hoping you’ll catch sight of Opie but there’s no sign of him just yet. Your finger drags around the rim of the drink-filled glass after you’ve sat it down.

You’re just about to text Opie and see if he’s running late when a throat clears obnoxiously from the stool beside yours. The second you’ve glanced up and over, seen the Mayans cutte the guy is wearing, you’re on high alert. 

He’s staring at you and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ❝ Your old man know you’re out alone, baby girl?❞ he asks. You roll your eyes. It’s EZ, he loves to pop up and be an antagonistic shithead, he does it every chance he gets. He loves to remind you that you were once young enough -and stupid enough, to think you wanted him. It’s like it gets his ego pumping.

 And with the tensions between both groups at an all time high as of late, it honestly feels like he’s stalking you. Because you can’t go anywhere in town without bumping into him lately, even work this morning. Oh, he claimed that he was just doing Angel a solid and bringing his kid by for a checkup but you’re not dumb. He spent 95 percent of his time sitting in the waiting room watching you like a hawk. And then, when he went to leave, he was both trying to flirt and insinuate that being with Opie could be dangerous for you right now.

But you don’t want to worry Opie, he’s got more than enough on his plate right now. Things with Samcro aren’t going smoothly at all. He’s already threatened to kick EZ’s teeth down his throat if he catches him breathing your air ever again.

When EZ chuckles and mumbles something to himself, you raise a brow and stare him down, unamused. ❝ Aren’t you on the wrong side of town, Reyes? ❞

❝ Bar’s neutral, chica. I just came t’ enjoy the costumes.. Relax.❞ EZ shrugs. Dark brown eyes flit over your body and when he licks his lips, it takes everything you possess not to slap the taste out of his mouth. He leans in just a little closer. ❝ You’re on th’ wrong side, baby girl.. If you were with me..❞ he pauses to take a sip of his Corona before continuing, ❝ I’d never let you outta my sight, especially not dressed like that.❞ he lets his eyes roam and you tug at the skirt of the nurses costume you’ve chosen,  ❝Damn sure wouldn’t let what happened t’ his first old lady risk repeating. Can’t be too careful, right, chica?❞

❝ None of that was his fault, Reyes.❞ you roll your eyes and finish off your drink, eyes darting to the door of the bar before you turn your attention back to EZ, ❝ I’d rather fling myself into the sun, EZ.❞

❝ I think you’re lyin, chica.❞ EZ muses, scooting his stool just a little closer. ❝ We both know you’re not over me. Just admit it. Ya still want me.❞ he chuckles again. Bites his lip as his eyes flit over your body, lingering just a little too long on your tits. ❝ Maybe letting you go was a mistake..❞ he gestures to your body, the way you’ve filled out since you were a teenager.

❝ Oh yeah?❞ you sass, ❝ Maybe I grew up, Reyes. I promise you.. Nothing about you appeals to me anymore. At all.❞

You’re about to slip off your stool and text Opie that the plans changed as you’re walking out of the bar but EZ is determined not to let you leave. 

What neither of you realizes is that Opie has come into the bar. And he’s caught the tail end of the entire tense confrontation. He knows damn well EZ is only trying to get to him and he knew as soon as he bumped into one of the other Mayans smoking out in the parking lot that he’d better get inside to you.

The fact that apparently EZ didn’t learn his lesson the last time they were face to face and the topic of you came up, well.. That combined with Opie Winston’s short fuse, lack of sleep the night before and just being fed up with the way the guy is always popping up, always has something to say lately.. Opie Winston is done playing.

You’ve just tried to put some distance between yourself and EZ when Opie appears out of nowhere, pushing himself up on you from behind. He chuckles, the sound is dry. Unamused.

A few of the patrons who happen to be sitting close are staring, quiet. Tense and ready for whatever might come next.

When EZ chuckles and you hear Opie’s trademark ‘startin to get real pissed off’ growl, you can feel your thighs clamp together as your panties start to get wet. When Opie goes into protective mode, it’s enough to make you want to tear his clothes off, no matter where the both of you happen to be. EZ steps up to you from the front. You’re now effectively wedged between the boy you used to want more than anything and the man you’ll love until you die.

❝ This shithead been botherin’ you, princess?❞ Opie’s voice is low and husky against the shell of your ear. You swallow down a whimper because you can feel his thick cock pressing right against your ass because you practically melted against his massive frame when he made his presence known. A rough hand squeezes your hip and he keeps you close.

He shoots EZ a murderous look. ❝ We’ve talked about this before, man.❞ he’s calm when he says it. Deathly calm. ❝ She’s mine, Reyes. I think I told you th’ next time I caught you sniffin around I was gonna curbstomp you into the fuckin pavement… Sound familiar?❞

EZ chuckles. He’s not bothered at all by Opie’s threats. He steps up to you, staring down. ❝ Think about it, baby girl. You know I’m not wrong.❞

❝ If you’re smart, Reyes, you’ll get out of here. My brother is already looking for one good reason to beat your ass in the ground. You know nothing, by the way..❞

EZ goes, but not without the parting jab, ❝ If you wanna keep your old lady, Winston.. Tell her to fuckin cover up when she leaves th’ house. I’d hate to find out somethin’ happened to her.. Seeing as how she was mine first.❞

And that’s the final straw. Opie shoves through the crowd gathered and catches up to EZ, grabbing hold of him to throw him against the wall. EZ shoves him back, the two men are swinging, shoving and ducking. EZ wrestles Opie to the ground and Opie flips them, a hand around EZ’s throat.

Until Angel strolls over.

❝ This fight is over.❞

Opie chuckles. Wiping blood from his mouth as he sizes up Angel. He’s still holding EZ against the barroom floor but he doesn’t care. He’ll take them both if he has to. The more you stand back and observe, the more turned on you are by just how fierce a protector your man truly is. People are staring and security is poised to strike, ready to throw out all parties involved because this particular bar is a known neutral territory and this kind of shit doesn’t usually fly.

❝ Yeah? See, I don’t agree, Angel.❞ Opie stands, towering over Angel. Sneering. ❝ I’m about fucking tired of your idiot brother sniffing around my girl.❞

Angel grumbles under his breath. And he steps up to Opie, smirking. ❝ What’s the matter, Winston? Feeling threatened?❞

❝ Not at all.❞ Opie’s smirking again. Chuckling to himself. ❝ Do I look like I feel threatened by either of you assholes?❞

Angel spots Tig and Chibs making their way into the bar. It’s now three against two. And Angel just doesn’t feel like this is worth his time. He smirks at Opie. ❝ You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight, Winston. Touch my brother again and I’ll fuck you up.❞

❝ If your brother even breathes around my girl again, I’ll fuck him up.❞ Opie’s calm when he says it. As Angel helps his brother up and out the door of the bar, Opie turns to you. As soon as your costume for the night registers with him, he’s speechless for a good ten seconds. But as soon as that’s over, he’s stepping up into you as if he’s trying to form a shield.

❝ Sorry I’m runnin late.❞ he mumbles against your mouth as his finds yours and one of his massive hands creeps up the short skirt of the costume, rubbing your barely covered cunt. As soon as he realizes just how flimsy the underwear you’re wearing is, he forgets himself for a few seconds, bucking into you while growling low and quiet against the shell of your ear, ❝ We’re not gonna make it t’ the stupid costume contest, darlin.. I’m takin you home..❞

You’re hauled up his body and he walks past Tig and Chibs, Tig calling out with a laugh, ❝ Leavin so soon, Winston?❞

❝ I got better things t’ do, Trager.❞

❝ People, Winston❞ Tig is smirking, you can see him when Opie turns back to flip him off with the hand that isn’t holding onto you, ❝ Fixed it for ya, Winston.❞ 

You laugh. ❝ Take me home, Opie. We can’t help it that Tig’s jealous.❞

Tig mocks you and waves his hands dismissively. Opie wastes no time getting you out into the parking lot and the second he has, you’re sat down on one of the picnic tables in the smoking area by the front door. Opie’s stepping between your legs and staring down at you, pupils shot with lust and his hands all over you, not caring who might or might not see. He leans down into you as his hand settles in the hair at the back of your head and he tugs you into a deep kiss. His other hand creeps up the bottom of the skirt as he bucks himself into you clumsily. ❝ Woman, are you trying to kill me?❞ he asks in a husky voice as the kiss finally breaks, ❝ I haven’t been able to fuckin think straight since that upskirt picture you sent me this morning. Fuck..❞

You can’t help but giggle and you shrug. Playing totally innocent when you tell him that you weren’t trying to do anything, you just thought he might appreciate the view on his lunch break.

❝ I dropped my goddamn wrench, woman. Open my phone and the first thing I see is that sexy little body…❞ Opie’s teasing, chuckling against your ear. A thick digit slips into the fabric covering your cunt and he drags it right between your folds. You whine into his mouth, rocking yourself against his finger as you warn, ❝ We gonna give Charming a show tonight, baby?❞ 

Opie chuckles. Nips roughly at your bottom lip as he responds quietly, ❝ Tempting as that sounds, no. I’m gonna take you home.❞ he pulls you up into his arms again and then he continues,  ❝ And then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my name. After I rip that costume off your pretty little body, baby girl. Is that good enough for you?❞ he’s smirking, especially when you start to rub yourself against him and your legs squeeze his waist tighter. He’s never said anything but he loves the fact that you’re so short. And flexible. With a soft pair of thighs and an ass he’s bitten a time or two because it’s just that juicy. He loves the way it feels when he’s carrying you all wrapped around him like this, your soft little body pressed right against his. Nothing makes him hornier.

❝Fuck.❞ you whine out, biting down on your bottom lip when Opie pauses at the door of his SUV and you find yourself pressed up against it. He’s trying to open it without stopping what he started when he was fingering you while you sat on top of the picnic table. You moan because his fingers are buried inside you, fucking into you and all you want is his cock.

❝ You kiss your daddy with that mouth, princess?❞ Opie teases with a laugh as he sits you in the passenger seat of the SUV and steps between your legs again. You know it’ll drive him crazy, maybe that’s why you choose to respond, ❝ I dunno.. Do I, baby?❞

You’re leaned back against the seat faster than you can process, Opie’s hands and mouth are all over you again, he’s leaving visible marks on your neck and throat as his hands slip up your skirt, fingers burying in your dripping cunt and the other one ends up beneath your shirt, below your bra. As he squeezes your tits and rolls his thumb over your nipple, you’re shivering. Begging for it, telling him how hot and bothered you were watching him stand up for you back inside the bar. Your hand trails down, slipping down the front of his pants. When you start to caress and pump his cock, he’s bucking against your hand, growling against your mouth as he deepens the kiss, lips straying from yours to drag down your neck, latching against skin. The movement of your hand stops and you’re rubbing against him, desperate for more than his fingers buried inside of you and your hand wrapped around his cock. You’re holding onto the waistband of his jeans and he’s slipped his hand out from beneath your shirt, now he’s squeezing your hip. Rubbing you against him because he knows you’re needy right now and he’s needy too.

❝ I can’t fucking wait to get home and tear that costume off that pretty little body, princess. You knew what you were doing when you wore it.❞ he’s chuckling when he says it and you pretend to be clueless which prompts him to grab your hand and slip it down his pants again. When your hand circles his cock again, his breath catches and his head falls back. But then he’s plucking your hand off, pulling it out of his pants. ❝ Home. Now.❞ he growls as he gives you a few more biting and deep kisses and licks the fingers he had buried inside your dripping cunt clean, gripping your jaw to make you watch the entire time. ❝ I’m not makin a mess of my jeans when I can cum inside you, angel.. Don’t y’ want that?❞ he questions.

You whine and nod. You want it more than anything. You love the way it feels when Opie’s fucking you, filling you up with his cum. And when he fucks it back into you after he’s finished…

Just the thought has you begging to be taken home.

#opie winston #opie winston fanfiction #opie winston fanfic #opie winston x reader #opie winston x y/n #opie winston x you #🔞ɴғᴡ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪsᴋ. #( ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʟɪsᴛ ✓ ) #lazyghoulskinktober2023

[astronautbeans]

I love reading all your writing sm even though I've kinda left the hc fandom (especially your Pix stuff, you've made me and addict.) ("March of time" and "Etho sucks at taking care of himself" have taken over my brain over the past few days)

ANYHOW

for the fandom swap, Eldritch Xisuma and Voidwalker Keralis mayhaps 👀👀👀

ahhhh thank you!!!! alsooo what a prompt 👀

did anyone say voidwalker headcanons wildly different from my last voidwalker post? whoops

Keralis let out a relieved sigh once the effects of the world hop wore off. He stretched his arms high into the sky until they popped, letting the stars and dark smoke roll out around him as he could finally relax. It wasn't great, having to pretend to be human in a place where beings like them weren't allowed.

"Don't like those, the lot of them." Xisuma's voice came out annoyed, cut short by the voice box. Keralis looked over to see him stop pretending. The motions were familiar, how his tight and mechanical suit relaxed and how the parts started shifting around until they got comfortable — it stopped looking like a suit, and started looking like the facade it really was. "Dang checkups. They are so completely unnecessary. Just tell me to my face you don't trust me, this is just- it's- gah!"

"Oh Shashwammy, don't get yourself too worked up. We don't want the world to start rumbling again, do we? We're home now. We're safe." As if to prove his point, he let his stars roam until they twinkled around Xisuma, whose screen turned from a frustrated >:( into a neutral :| quick enough at that.

"You're right. They backed off. We're good, for a little while at least. Thank you."

"Anything for you, my dear Shashwam. Come, let's go to Decked Out. I've been itching to hang out with some friends. We should have some dinner as well." He'd pick something up when they got close to his base. For X, he fished a cooked chicken from his inventory, pulled his stars back to a safe distance and threw it over to the other.

Where his stomach should've been opened up into a gaping maw. It revealed an endlessly deep chasm, a coiling and writhing and ever expanding space of void stuff. A lone voice box hung close to the edges of it, where Keralis could clearly see it, tendrils of black holding it and its sparking wires up. It caught the chicken with another only a split second before the mouth clamped shut.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea!" The screen changed into a pleasant ^-^. "I did want to run Decked Out again!"

Linking their arms together, Keralis grinned. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

#forgive me i cant write keralis well :( #tw body horror #tw eldritch horror #xisumavoid #keralis #ink-ghoul's hermit trait swap game #answered asks

[babeyyopossumm]

Conversations That Aren't as Hard As They Seem

(read over on ao3, if you'd prefer!)

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Empires SMP

Relationship: Jimmy | Solidarity/Scott Major | Smajor1995

Characters: Jimmy | Solidarity, Scott Major | Smajor1995

Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Age Regression Little Jimmy | Solidarity, Age Regression Caregiver Scott Major | Smajor1995, Cod Hybrid Jimmy | Solidarity, Not Beta Read, Autistic Jimmy | Solidarity, hes also trans but its not mentioned. but its important to ME you know that, Not RPF, characters NOT cc's

Summary: Jimmy sends a message to Scott, asking a difficult question regarding his regression and their relationship - Scott's response isn't what he expected.

Jimmy took a deep breath through his nose, anxiously shifting his pacifier around his mouth with his tongue as he sat criss-cross applesauce on his bed. He had a message written out for Scott, and was heavily considering whether he should send it or not - it was regarding the relationship between the two. They had been boyfriends for a while, but with Jimmy’s regression, there was a part of him that wanted to ask if Scott could be his official caregiver past just hanging out with him when he was little. Choosing to just bite the bullet, he sent the message, triple checking it was just the two of them together before he did so.

[SolidarityGaming] Hey scott could we talk pleas. Nothing bad i promise

Once he hit send, he looked away from his comms device, embarrassment already burning up inside him despite not discussing the issue yet. He refused to look back for about twenty seconds before he finally reopened his comms to see if Scott replied. He had, and Jimmy took another breath to calm himself before reading.

[Smajor1995] ofc, you at home?

[SolidarityGaming] Ye

Thirty seconds passed. Then a minute, then two. Scott’s lack of response was becoming increasingly worrying for Jimmy. On minute three, Jimmy’s typing of a checkup message was interrupted by the sound of someone landing outside, causing the boy to jump and close his comms in a panic. He snapped his head towards the noise, fidgeting with the blanket he was holding in some attempt to ease his heartbeat.

“Jimmy? Is everything alright?” Scott’s voice called out, making his way to the codboy’s door, ”could I come in?”

Jimmy paused, continuing to twirl the fabric around webbed hands. He didn’t want to have a verbal conversation about this, hoping that his initial message would get across the fact he wanted to talk over comms. But he couldn’t exactly turn Scott away now, so he removed his pacifier from his mouth, clearing his throat and quietly inviting his boyfriend inside. Without saying another word, he watched Scott walk in, shut the door behind him, and sit next to him.

“What’s up, bubs?” Scott asked softly, one hand gently combing through the younger’s blond hair. He was met with a small whine as a response, watching as Jimmy refused eye contact in humiliation, eliciting a small chuckle from the icy man, “it’s alright, y’know you can tell me anything.”

Jimmy continued to stim using his blanket, still not meeting eyes with his boyfriend, “I, uh- wan’ed to ask you suming.”

“What’cha wanted to ask?”

“Was wonderin’… if you’d like’ta be m’ caregiva’…”

Jimmy flinched, noticing Scott pause his hand in his hair. He opened his mouth to apologise profusely, but was cut off before he even started.

“I thought I was?” Scott was a bit taken aback, “I mean- I take care of you whenever you’re small, don’t I? I would assume that would make me your caregiver.”

“Buh- wasn’ official,” Jimmy mumbled, moving a bit closer towards Scott and allowing himself to make some form of eye contact.

“Well, it can be official now, hon,” Scott smiled softly, continuing to stroke Jimmy's hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

#agere #sfw agere #sfw age regression #fandom agere #mcyt agere #empires agere #empires smp agere #solidaritygaming #smajor1995 #jimmy #scott #empires smp #fic tag

[fantastic-rambles]

Fandom: Durarara!!

Characters: Izaya Orihara, Shizuo Heiwajima

Warnings: Explicit, Phone Sex, Masturbation, Canon-Typical Violence and Insults, Blackmail

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: When Shizuo and Izaya swap bodies, they're both convinced that the other has somehow caused it. And to keep the other one out of their business, they find other ways to keep each other occupied. [Written for Shizaya Week 2023 | Day 3: Hands/Body Swap AU/(YMMV: monster, but affectionate) @shizayasweek]

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He’s surprisingly comfortable when he wakes up.

It’s not his room. It’s too big, too bright… too sterile. White walls, gleaming chrome, clear glass, and a bed big enough to drown in. With the sun shining in, it’s nearly blinding.

He doesn’t remember how he got here, either. A kidnapping? He doesn’t know how that’s possible, though: he’s got a high resistance to drugs, and not only because it’s hard for a needle to even get into his skin. Hell, half the time Shinra does a checkup on him, his friend gives up on his arm and decides to jab him under the tongue for the blood draws. That, combined with the fact that Shizuo is more durable than most people, is the reason he tries to avoid visiting Shinra for health problems unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Besides, what sort of kidnappers would stick him in a room with floor-to-ceiling windows? It doesn’t matter where he is: he just has to smash them, and then he can leave. As comfortable as the bed is, he can’t stay in it forever, so he rolls out of it with a groan to start to investigate his surroundings. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a flash of black hair, and he reacts on instinct, turning toward it while pulling his arm back for a punch.

“I-za-yaaaa!” he snarls, the pieces starting to fall into place. Familiar, slitted red eyes glare back at him, the flea surprisingly making no move to dodge, but instead acting as though he’s going to hit Shizuo back, and Shizuo’s fist makes solid contact with a pale cheek.

And Izaya’s image fractures, a spiderweb of cracks spreading out from where Shizuo punched him. But more than that, his hand hurts, and he stares down at it in bewilderment.

His hand isn’t his hand, either. It’s pale and thin, looking like little more than a bit of flesh and skin over bone. It’s not his hand, but he does recognize it, even with the reddening knuckles. If nothing else, the silver rings give it away—the hell, does Izaya sleep with them on?—and as he flexes his fingers, these ones move, pressing against a small palm before unfolding again.

This can’t be possible. Absolutely not.

But as he looks up into the glass again, wide red eyes stare back at him from the mirror. They look startled, and it’s an expression that’s entirely foreign on the sneaky parasite’s face. Carefully, he reaches up to touch his cheek, watching the slim hand press against his skin as he feels the warmth and pressure of a gentle finger.

Why this? Why him? Of all the fucked-up things Izaya has done, this has to be the worst of them. Because there’s no doubt in Shizuo’s mind that this is somehow the flea’s fault, like everything else that happens around here. He has no idea how he could have possibly pulled this off, but it’s not like he can imagine half of the bullshit that Izaya manages to do.

If he’s somehow in Izaya’s body… does that mean that Izaya is in his?

It’s an unsettling thought, interrupted by a ringtone. Whirling around, he finds half a dozen cellphones scattered on the little table next to the bed, and it takes another moment to find the one that’s ringing. The caller ID just says “Shizu-chan,” and he snatches it up, answering with a snarl that doesn’t sound half as intimidating as it would in his usual voice.

“Izayaaaaa!”

“Tch.”

“Don’t you ‘tch’ me! What the fuck have you done? Give me my body back!”

“Give you your body back? Why don’t you give me back mine first? What is this, something that you and Celty dreamed up? I have more important things to do than play along with your silly games.”

Huh. Izaya sounds a lot different when he’s complaining in Shizuo’s voice. Is this how Shizuo sounds normally? He’s not scared of the louse by any stretch of the imagination, but there’s something about the growl in his voice that makes him understand how others can be scared of him, especially when he's pissed off.

It also makes Izaya far less convincing than usual. As it is, Shizuo doesn't trust him anywhere near as far as he can throw him, but Izaya's glib tongue and inability to shut up have tricked plenty of other people. With him like this, though, it just makes Shizuo want to laugh.

"Like this doesn't have 'you' written all over it. C'mon, Izaya, just admit that I saw through you this time."

"Why the hell would I want to live in some cramped, dingy little apartment? My closet is bigger than this place."

That's probably true, if this is Izaya's place. And it would be a reasonable argument… if it wasn't Izaya making it. After all, nobody understood how he thought or why he did the things he did. Sometimes Shizuo thinks that even the louse doesn't know, himself.

"Or I can take more drastic measures until you undo this."

Drastic measures? What the fuck is he talking about now?

But before Shizuo can even ask, the phone dings again, and he checks the screen, finding a notification for a text. Morbid curiosity draws him to open it, only to nearly drop the phone when he finds an image of himself, naked, with one hand holding his phone to take the picture and the other wrapped around his cock. As it is, he fumbles the phone, and when he checks the screen again, it looks like he's dropped the call.

Instantly, he hits the redial button, listening to it try to connect.

"Answer… answer, damn you," he mutters under his breath, but just as it's about to go to voicemail, there's a click.

"Do I have your attention now? Or should I send that to your contacts? 'Boss, Celty, Flea’—I’m going to change that one, by the way—‘Kasuka, Shinra, Tom-san, Vorona…' You don’t have very many of them, do you? I suppose I could always post it to the DOLLARS message board afterwards…"

No. Anything but that. Especially not Kasuka… his brother is fairly easygoing, and Shizuo doesn't think he'll ever say anything about it even if Izaya does send the photo to him. But he's already a failure of an older brother, making Kasuka worry about him. It feels like the only thing he can do for his brother is stay out of his way, so to send something like that… even if Kasuka isn’t embarrassed by him, Shizuo would still feel humiliated.

"Don't. Please, Izaya. I'm really not behind this. I don't know what happened. I can't fix it. But I’ll do whatever else I can," he babbles, trying to figure out what to say to stop the other man. If he was in front of him, Shizuo wouldn't hesitate to tear his phone away, and fuck whatever happened to Izaya, but he's not, and all of his usual, violent solutions to his problems can't be applied here.

"Don't grovel with my voice. That's disgusting."

Instantly, Shizuo shuts up, his heart racing in his chest as he listens to the silence on the other end of the line. Izaya isn't sending the photo out, is he? He has to realize how important this is to Shizuo, how he can use it to force him to do whatever he wants… but it would also be just like Izaya to do it anyways, just because it is important. Still, the silence drags on, and Shizuo takes a slow, shaky breath.

“Izaya?”

He’s answered by a sigh.

“Well, I suppose it’s a unique opportunity. Far be it for me to waste it.”

There’s the familiar creak of his bed in the background, and he hears Izaya sigh again. Longer, this time, echoed by another creak in Shizuo’s—Izaya’s?—hand as he grips the phone tightly, the plastic protesting its treatment. Maybe it’s a good thing that he’s not himself, or it might have turned to dust… but then again, if they weren’t in this situation, it wouldn’t be a problem in the first place.

“Izaya? What are you doing?”

“Mmmm… having fun.”

Because that’s fucking reassuring. There’s more rustling and creaking sounds, and then Izaya groans low in his throat, the sound making Shizuo’s own throat tighten. He couldn’t… there’s no way…

“Join me,” Izaya growls.

“Join… you?” Shizuo stammers, desperately trying to convince himself that the faint thwapping noise isn’t what he thinks it is. It’s better than Izaya sending the picture to Kasuka, but not by much.

“Mm-hmm. Go ahead. Play with my body. Figure out what feels good. Maybe it’ll help you—ah!—improve your technique in bed.”

Shizuo stares down at his slender, pale body. It looks so different from what he’s used to when he’s seeing it through Izaya’s eyes. Less fragile, the skin nearly unmarked even though they often spend an afternoon literally bouncing off the walls of the city. He doesn’t see the need to “improve his technique in bed,” but he has to admit that if the flea is occupied with this, it’ll at least keep him from getting into more trouble when he’s in Shizuo’s body, so it’s probably better to play along.

“What are you doing?”

Izaya’s voice in his ear startles him back to reality, and Shizuo clears his throat as he sits down on the edge of the bed, hesitantly wrapping his hand around Izaya’s cock. It twitches, and he nearly drops it, too, before he coughs again, his cheeks burning.

“I’m… uh… touching you. Your… um… you know.”

There’s a rough laugh on the other end of the line that ends in a small gasp.

“You’re still such a child, Shizu-chan. You can’t expect me to believe that you’ve never masturbated before.”

He has, but fuck if he's going to admit it to the louse. Taking a deep breath, he spits into his hand before grabbing Izaya's cock again, more firmly, and starts to jerk off the way he usually does, quick and rough.

It's not the same as usual, though. Izaya's fingers are smaller, unable to cover up quite as much, and his silver rings make things feel pretty different, too. They're cold and hard… but that's actually kinda nice. Shizuo rolls his hips a little, letting them rub against the underside of his hardening cock, and groans himself, hearing Izaya's shitty laugh on the other side of the line.

"See? It's good, right?" he purrs. "And you're so tight, Shizu-chan. Are you still a virgin? I can help you out next time: it might be fun fucking a monster."

"Oi! What are you—"

"Feeling good," Izaya laughs with a small hitch in his voice. "Imagine it, won't you? That cock you're holding, shoving deep into your body. Pounding you into the sheets, like you always do to me. You've never been curious?"

Hell no. Just the thought makes Shizuo tense up, even though he feels a small twinge of guilt. Maybe it's not fair that he's always the one fucking Izaya. Does the flea want to fuck someone, too? But if so, he has to have plenty of other fuckbuddies that would be happy to let him do that, right? Even in high school, he was always surrounded by girls, and some other creeps, too. That doesn't seem to have changed, even now. So it's not like he needs Shizuo or anything.

"Thinking again? You should stop. You're no good at that."

"Shut up!"

He knows that. He's never been smart. The only thing he's ever had is this ridiculous strength, and even then, he usually ended up hurting the people he most wanted to protect.

But at least he’s still better than Izaya, who could do good things if he wasn’t so determined to do bad ones. He’s smart, persuasive, and understands people. That’s what pisses Shizuo off the most about the flea, beneath his instinctive dislike of him: that he tries so hard to be good, but Izaya, who absolutely could be good, isn’t. Of course, he can’t control anyone else’s life or tell them how to live—the deadbeats he has to deal with every day are proof of that—but it’s frustrating.

“Ahhh~~”

Izaya’s cry derails his train of thought, and his toes curl slightly. Whatever the louse is doing to his body, it does sound like he's "feeling good," so Shizuo forces himself back on track, his own breath catching as the pleasure builds. His fingers twist around the tip of his cock, and he shivers as cool metal rubs against sensitive, burning skin.

“What… what are you doing… Shizu-chan?” the louse pants, and Shizuo wonders if he ever stops talking. Even when they’re having sex, Izaya always has to be saying something. And more than half the time, it’s stupid shit like “You know, the last time I saw Shinra, he had new glasses. Did you break his old ones?” The only time he does shut up is when Shizuo shoves his face into a pillow, but he’s pretty sure that the flea is still talking: he just can’t hear him.

“Jerking off, right? Like you told me to.”

“But how are you doing it? Do you… ah!… like the way my fingers feel? I like to squeeze them… as I move up my shaft. The part right under the… the… tip… is really sensitive.”

How the fuck is someone supposed to concentrate like this? Still, Shizuo’s hand follows Izaya’s instructions, and it does feel good.

“And when you’re… going down… let my thumbnail… scrape the underside.”

Shizuo’s hips thrust into his fingers when he obeys, and he’s panting into the phone, too, as he starts fucking his fist, tightening his grip while he ruts against warming metal and soft flesh.

“That’s right, Shizu-chan. Just let go. Fuck me… like the monster you are," Izaya purrs, and even though his words make Shizuo snarl, he can't stop himself anymore. Not when Izaya's hand feels so good, and when he can hear the louse's voice breaking. As the pleasure begins to overwhelm him, he cries out too, coming in long, sticky streams before collapsing back down onto the bed. The sound of harsh breathing comes from the phone beside him as he struggles to catch his own breath. Then, finally, Izaya speaks up again.

"Don't you dare go anywhere. I'm on my way over."

#shizayaweek2023 #durarara!! #durarara #drrr!! #drrr #fan fic #fanfic #izaya orihara #orihara izaya #shizuo heiwajima #heiwajima shizuo #mine

[boxfullaturtles]

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

What is your favorite line that you've written in a fic?

Aw man, I dunno if I have, like, a singular line that I like? I have scenes or paragraphs that I like, but I don't think I've got an individual line and if I do, it's probably kinda context specific? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What is your wildest headcanon?

Uuuuhhhh. Shoot. I dunno, I don't have a lot of headcanons for turbles...um... Maybe that Rise Donnie is or could be just as skilled a medic as Leo, he just doesn't care for the squishy and organic. I do headcanon they perform medical checkups on their family together (like in "Essential to Our Health and Safety").

Also I don't care what anyone says, 2007 turtles are in their 20's. They are no longer teenagers. Fight me.

Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

SO MANY DUDE

I've got a whole fic rec page (which needs to be updated, thanks for reminding me) (also it only works on browser)!

There are SO MANY talented people in the TMNT fandom!! And they're all doing so many amazing things! Dandy just finished "I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good" and just has a fantastic little collection of really good Rise fics! "The Lemonade Leak" by turtlesoupswimmer fucks and the mystery and tension of it is handled expertly! If you want some devastating and hopeless angst that feels like it can't possibly end happily then read "firefight" by remrose. clandestineClairvoyant has some truly superb writing, taizi has a huge collection of great one shots from a bunch of different iterations, the fic Eschatology has some of the most delicious world building and I read it for that alone if nothing else, Ghost in the Shell is probably my favorite 03/Rise crossover, and I will always rec The Last Ronin Discord Shenanigans because it's just so much fun!

Honestly I could just. Fill an entire post with a huge list of fics and authors to check out.

Actually maybe I should do that...........

#chores? who needs to do those? i need to tell you all about these amazing talented super cool people that need your attention

[wanderlust1979]

Rating:

PG-13

Fandom:

The Rookie

Relationships:

Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen

Characters:

Tim Bradford Lucy Chen John Nolan

It’s a Tuesday like any other, except it isn’t. Lucy has an OB appointment in a couple hours. The Dr.’s going to check everything is progressing as it should. They are also going to find out if they are having a boy or a girl. They talked about not finding out, like Angela and Wesley did, but they’ve both decided to forgo waiting and find out now.

Tim’s nerves are on edge. He and Lucy haven’t told anyone yet. Well besides Grey, who was ridiculously happy for them and has had Lucy on special assignment since her 6 week checkup when Dr.s suggested a lighter work load for her pregnancy. Everything had been good, not great, with the pregnancy and they were listening to their Dr. and taking advise seriously.

There was a high profile political figure in town this week so it was all hands on deck. Tim was going to have to miss the appointment today and it was killing him. Lucy assured him it would be fine and deep down he knew it would be, but he hates not being there for her. Not being by her side and holding her hand when the Dr reveales their child’s sex to them.

Tim was pulled from him thoughts when he and Nolan got a call over the shops radio. Shot fired, officers in distress and RA requested to scene, along with additional units. Tim and Nolan jumped into action.

——————-

3 hours went by in a flash. Once things had calmed down enough for Tim to take stock of how much time had passed. “Damn” Tim cursed as he realized he has missed a call from Lucy.

“You good?” Nolan asked as he looked over at Tim after he had spoke.

“Yeah,” Tim said in frustration “just missed a call from Lucy.” He was annoyed with today.

“How is Lucy? Feels like I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Nolan asked

Tim smiled to himself “She’s good. Killing it on special assignment.” Their own private joke, him and Lucy. Yeah she was on special assignment, but the real special assignment was their baby.

“Hey give me 10 minutes, I’m gonna give Lucy a quick call before we head back out.” Nolan nodded to Tim as he walked off towards the shop to wait for Tim.

Tim pulled up his FaceTime app to call Lucy. After a couple rings her beautiful face came up on his screen. “Hey baby, sorry I missed your call, we were on call.” He quickly followed up with “it’s all clear, Nolan and I just came in at the end to help clean up a little mess. All good!”

He didn’t miss the quick look of relieve that passed Lucy’s face. She worries when she wasn’t on his 6.

A soft smile speeded across her face as she held up an envelop in front of her face. “What you got there?” Tim asked with excitement in his voice.

“I didn’t want to know 1st. I had the Dr write down the sex of our baby so we could find out together.” She watched Tim’s save go through a range of emotions.

“I love you!” Was his response.

A smile to match his own appeared on her face. “I love you too!” She waved the envelop around. “Should we look?” She arched her eyebrow in question.

“YES!” He said with a bit too much excitement, but he didn’t care. He was dying to know.

Lucy used her phone hand to help hold the envelope as she opened the envelope. “You know it doesn’t matter, either way, boy or girl, we’ll love this baby,”

“But?” Tim prompted.

“But, do you have a preference? Do you want a boy vs a girl or vice verses?” Lucy bit her lip nervously as she waited for his answer.

He gave her a smile that said, she was a silly women, “No. whatever this child is, girl or boy, it’s ours. It’s a piece of each of us. I will love it with every fiber of my soul.” His mind is flashing images of him and Lucy and this unknown baby. The future they will have. The love and life they will share. He can feel himself tearing up. He shacks his head to get his focus back. “Ok, so open it. I’m dying to know.”

Lucy smiles at him, following his train of thought. Wanting what the same things he does. Knowing what he’s thinking, where his mind had gone. She pulls the slip of paper from the envelope and tears of joy spring to her eyes as she registers what she’s reading. She turns the piece of paper she’s holding towards Tim. “Our little girl is going to be the luckiest little girl having you as a daddy.” Tears are streaming down her face.

His breath catches in his throat. A girl. He’s gonna be a dad to a little girl. His little girl. His and Lucy’s child. He knew, he just knew this little girl was going to be beautiful like her mother. He could see her now. His heart was growing in his chest, in excitement and in love.

“Sergeant Bradford we’ve got a call!” Nolan called from the shop.

Tim grimaced, “Baby I gotta run, we’ve got a call. I love you. I’ll see you tonight and we will celebrate!” Tim’s rushing now, knowing he has to take the call. “I love you baby. You have made me the happiest man alive!” He smiled at her, it’s filled with so much love he thinks he might burst.

Lucy is smiling at him like a dope, “I love you too Tim,” she sobers slight, “be careful. Tell Nolan I’ll kick his ass if anything happens to you, even a small scratch.” She’s smiling at him at the end of the conversation.

He’s smiling at her now too. “I always am!” He sends her a wink before ending the call and walking to the shop.

As he slides into the drivers seat of the shop and turns the vehicle on he absently says to Nolan “ Hey, when you thought about learning how to braid hair.” He sees confusion on John’s face. “Before you knew if Henry was a boy or girl” a look crosses John’s face as he remembers a comment he once made to Tim as they were riding together his rookie year. John nods his head in affirmation. “How does one go about learning to braid hair?”

Tim is pulling out into traffic as John begins to speak. “Back then, I’d probably have had to have my wife teach me.” John continues to think fondly of that memory and the possibilities that could have been.

Tim is focus in the here and now, “yeah but today I’m sure there’s some video online I could watch” he says forgetting he isn’t with someone who know about Lucy’s pregnancy.

John looks over at Tim in confusion, “I guess. But why would you need to learn how to…” realization washes over John. “Oh, my, sir, congratulations!” John finishes with a smile on his lips.

Tim looks over a John and smiles. Probably the biggest smile Tim has ever shown in his whole life. “Thanks man!”

Don’t worry he will continue to smile like that from now on.

#chenford #lucy x tim #tim x lucy #the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford #fanfic #chenford fic

[goldandorange]

1, 2, 10, 12 for s/i game!! —CCFM

1. what are the basics of your self insert? name, date of birth, height, etc.?

Wallie (no last name) is 5'9", uses they/them pronouns, and theyre vaguely adult age. I dont really want to give them a canon age because i would like them to age with me!

My S/I's are basically just me but COOLER so these details most likely wont change between S/I's hehehe

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

Ana.kin, Ob.i Wan, and R.2 meet Wallie while theyre scavenging an "abandoned" battlefield for B.1 parts. One of the Battle Dr.oids turns out to still be active, and after a few close calls with some blaster shots, the B.1 is slashed by a lightsaber! The Jedi then gave Wallie a stern talking to for being in such a dangerous area. But Wallie brushes it off rather quickly because they become enamored by this sassy R.2 unit, and after a bit of chit chat, they learn that Wallie repairs and builds droids for a living. Later they are offered a job! Its silly but I still dont know exactly how Wallie and 3.po meet!!!! I guess when Wallie gets settled into their new shop, they quickly get visited by a talkative prototol dro.id who asks for checkups at least once a week LOL

10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

I ACTUALLY THINK THAT a certain astr.o mech wouldnt enjoy Wallies presence for a short time. I dont have all the details planned out but I think he would be a little wary of this new person trying to join their duo. Of course we become besties later though hehehe, i just havent thought about how or when

And 3.po gets lots of teasing from any clon.e troopers that happen to be working near him. At least until Wallie gives them a mean look LOL

12. how would the fandom view your character?

A nonbinary character dating a dro.id would get a lot of love I HOPE

At least respect the hustle

#asks #THIS TURNED OUT TO BE REALLY LONG IM SORRY #especially for question 2 #i did a little too much LOL

[s1rcus]

The Future Generations [3/?]

Rating: Mature

Words:   1328

Fandoms: Overwatch

Relationships: Moira O'Deorain/Angela “Mercy” Ziegler  

Characters: Moira O'Deorain, Angela “Mercy” Ziegler  

Additional tags: Trans Angela “Mercy” Ziegler, Pre-Fall of Overwatch, Kid Fic, Eventual Sex, Fake Science, POV Moira O'Deorain

Summary: Angela comes to Moira with an interesting proposal one late evening which makes the two start working closely together in secret.

Story below the cut or in AO3 here

Chapter 1 | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

"Ziegler, Angela!" A nurse shouted from near the end of the corridor.

Angela had dragged Moira to the first proper ultrasound. She didn't want to go alone and was set on not telling anyone in Overwatch about the pregnancy before the second trimester. She'd booked an appointment at a small clinic that was as far away from the Watchpoint as possible while still being within Zurich.

Angela hopped to her feet from the chair she was sitting on and started walking towards the nurse. It took Moira a second to realize she's supposed to be following before she got up as well and caught up with Angela.

"You're certain we can trust this doctor?" She asked in a hushed tone.

"Yes."

"How can you be sure?"

"Well just doctor-patient confidentiality should be enough, but I also know her. We did our residency at the same hospital. I trust her, so could you please too."

Moira just grunted in response. Knowing Angela knew this doctor personally helped a little but she still worried someone might tip off that Mercy had been visiting a doctor outside of Overwatch.

Angela and the nurse exchanged some words in German Moira couldn't understand. She had very basic knowledge of German as a language but when it came to Swiss German she was absolutely lost almost constantly. The nurse left and Angela hopped on to sit on the examination table. Not soon after a woman in white doctor's coat walked in.

"Oh, Dr. O'Deorain. I wasn't aware you'd be joining us today."

"You know what I told you over the phone. Moira is the other parent and I asked her here because she has the right to experience all of this as well. And she's my moral support," Angla butted to the middle.

“Yes, yes. And she’s also not bad to look at. Right, Angela?”

"I- shut up!"

Moira was sure Angela was blushing even before she even turned to look at her. It was endearing in a way.

"You two have caught up now. Can we move on?" She asked, trying to help Angela from her uncomfortable situation.

"Oh, yes. Doctor Laura Kriger. Nice to meet you. And this is just a normal prenatal checkup. Angela has sent me all the test results you've done on your own but I'm gonna run them again as well as some other things that are just some concerns for me because of your situation," Doctor Kriger explained.

"Angela, if you wouldn't mind lying back on the table. Lift your shirt and unbutton your jeans."

Angela did what was asked and Doctor Kriger began her examinations with an ultrasound.

--------

Everything seemed fine with the fetus and Angela and after they left the room Angela handed her bag to Moira with a quick, "I'm just gonna use the restroom really quick. It's gonna take a bit before we're back in base again."

Moira accepted the bag and sat down to wait on the closest available chair she saw.

"You two seem like an odd couple", an older woman commented from a couple seats over.

"That's because we aren't," she answered curtly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just assumed you were having a baby together. This is a maternity clinic after all. I'm actually waiting for my wife to return from the reception. We've been trying to have another baby for a long time now. So if not a couple, are you two friends? Is she having this child alone?"

"It's not really any of your business, is it?" Moira said, then realized she's being rude without a reason and added, "Sorry. I hope you'll get some good news."

"You and me both. I don't know how my wife would take another failed attempt." The woman was quiet for a bit as she looked around before continuing, "I know it's not my business and I'm hoping to not step on your toes here, but you're clearly not just friends. It's kinda hard to just stand by and not be able to do anything for them while they're going through all of this. But what we have to do is to remember to take care of them while they're pregnant. You'll see soon enough how the hormones affect her."

Moira didn't know what to answer to that and before she could figure it out, Angela emerged into her field of vision. She muttered a quick thanks to the woman along with a nod, while she got up and offered Angela her bag. She accepted it and turned towards their way out.

"Alright, let's go. I'm starving. Would you want to stop somewhere for lunch or do you want to take your chance with whatever the cafeteria is offering today?" Angela talked as they started their way to the parking lot and their car.

"I could eat. Especially somewhere where I get to pick what I eat."

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The lunch went by as a fog for Moira. She knew Angela was talking about something to her and she kept nodding and commenting at times to make it seem like she was actually listening. But that woman's words were playing in her head.

Angela and her were just friends and it was foolish to think otherwise. But she was playing a dangerous game here with her feelings. She'd need to step back. They were friends and spending this much time with Angela was not good for her. She couldn't be what Angela wanted her to be for this child because that would be like playing with fire. Being a mother to a child with Angela without having Angela sounded like asking for a sandwich and getting just a dry slice of toast. Moira just wouldn't be able to do it.

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They arrived at the parking lot for residents of the Overwatch base. Moira parked the car in its specified spot and powered it down. Angela started to gather her things and as her hand went to the door handle Moira decided it was finally time to talk.

"I've decided that I don't want to be the other mother. This baby will have you as their mother and that's more than anyone could ask for. You're gonna be an amazing mother and you're gonna love this child no matter what. I just don't want a confusing multi house situation after you move out of base with them. But I'd like to be in their life. I want to see them grow up and I want to get to know them. So I'd rather be aunty Moira than a mother to them. I don't really think I was meant for motherhood. And I don't want to join you for more checkups, I can drive you, if you so wish. But I'll be staying outside."

Angela's hand was frozen at the door handle. She wasn't looking at her and Moira gathered she was going over everything she just said in her mind.

"Was it something Laura said? You seemed completely fine today until we left the clinic. I can ask her to be more professional if that's what you want. I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it but she's an old friend so she forgets her manners," Angela said eventually.

"No, Angela. This is just what I want. It's just DNA and I'm sure you'll find someone more suitable to join you if you just ask. Oxton might have a little too much energy but I'm sure she'd be there for you, if you'd ask."

Angela said a quiet "okay" and got out of the car. She didn't look behind herself even after Moira got out of the car. She locked the doors and leaned against the side of the car. This was for the best or so she tried to tell herself. She decided it was best for her to take a little longer route back to her room. She'd go in from the back door and she could smoke a cigarette before doing so.

#moicy #moira x angela #moira x mercy #moira o'deorain #angela ziegler #mercy #Overwatch #My fic

[whentherewerebicycles]

hello! prepare for a long chatty life update. I went out with friends last night and it was so nice wahh. then I slept nine hours and that was glorious too. turns out this week’s sleep trouble was just my usual pre-period insomnia and not my new magic sleeping meds failing me. phew!!! I took Pip to our new vet this morning for his annual checkup and he was such a sweet boy even through the indignity of many shots. 😭😭 I love my little dog so much. also when Pip sits his front paws point outwards in a way that makes him look like he’s posing, and today the vet techs were like ‘awww how sweet! you know that’s actually a genetic deformity, right?’ I was like ummm excuse me. this is the best dog who has ever lived and he is perfectly formed in every way so think carefully about how you describe his flawless & unique paws please!! anyway he is in excellent health and three different people independently praised him for being so lean & well-conditioned. I can’t wait for fall (and/or to get him to seattle) so we can resume his preferred 70 min walks instead of the 30 min forced marches we are limited to in the summer.

then I came home and started working my way through one of the books I bought on evidence-informed learning design in training contexts. it’s interesting so far! not a lot of new content yet but it’s kind of nice to go back to basics and resolidify my understanding of core concepts/frameworks. I feel like it’s making me a bit sleeeepy though so I might just do an hour each day instead of trying to power through. I have four weeks left before new job starts… I think I just want to read two or three of these fairly dense books so I go into the first month feeling like I have an understanding of how the L&D profession overlaps with/differs from the classroom pedagogy stuff I’m more familiar with. I also want to read more about the history and structure of my government agency so I have at least a rough mental framework to fit first-month new information into. THAT SAID as psyched as I am to get started on a New Project (tackling a new job lol) I need to remind myself to also enjoy this time and try to use it to really fully decompress from the year and job search stress. it’s okay to just let myself enjoy this month of very few responsibilities.

next week I need to reach out to my current boss to let her know that I accepted the position… and I need to do that sooner rather than later because they’re starting to process my security clearance and that involves interviewing my references. I hope she isn’t upset with me for kinda changing gears after we talked last, but I’m also reminding myself that it’s normal to change jobs and that I went above and beyond trying to make things work with them… they didn’t move fast enough to make it feasible for me and it’s okay for me to make decisions that prioritize my own long-term future (because academia sure as hell won’t do that for me!). I can’t decide if I hope the grant funds come through & they let me do it as a part-time position with support staff, or if I hope it doesn’t come through and my energy is just freed up to focus on the new job + creative projects. we will see what the universe decides.

we released the first two episodes of our hockey fandom podcast yesterday and have gotten a nice response so far! I am deep in planning/research mode for future episodes and might spend the rest of the afternoon working on that. I feel like my brain is a little bit too fried still to write short things or fully dive into my new long project (I need a bit more rest/recovery I think) so I’m gonna let myself continue taking a little break from writing and instead focus on building out this other project so it’s up and running by the time the job starts. ooh and I am also going to beta a friend’s fic this weekend—tonight or tomorrow tbd.

okay let’s see. going to drive to target now to pick up a curbside order and then I think I want to lie in bed doing nothing or maybe thinking a bit about podcast planning. I have this idea that if we can create like… a planning structure of some kind? a brainstorming and research template kinda thing? it’ll help organize and streamline our prerecording thinking so we can have deeper conversations in the actual recording session. I like the idea of designing a repeatable learning exercise that will make the planning process more seamless, so if we get really busy with real life stuff we won’t have to expend as much intellectual bandwidth on the prep & planning work each week. idk just something I am kicking around we’ll see. mmkay! if I go to target I will have cherries to eat 😍 so it is time to make the quick drive over.

#daily processing

[awake-my-oceans]

Hi, I heard from a mutual that you like star wars and I recently got into that fandom and was wondering if you had any fic recs... Then I saw that you are a fan of DCMK and I just AHAHAHAHAH cuz that was my hyper-fixation fandom before StarWars, so like if you have any fic recs for that I would be grateful.

HI YES I HAVE FIC RECS. This list covers Star Wars; I’ll make a separate post for DCMK.

First off, shameless self promo:

Hope May Vanish, But Can Die Not (by DancingInTheStorm)

Luke Skywalker. The Commander that disappeared under unknown circumstances in the Evacuation of Hoth, the warrior, the Jedi, the Harbinger of Victory. One swing of his lightsaber, and all enemies fell before him. Disappeared into the Force, but fated to come back when the Rebellion needed him most.

The legends said nothing about how Luke spent most of his time between Bespin and Endor grieving.

OR: The life and death of Luke Skywalker.

And onwards!

sun child (by Ro29)

“Have you had anything to eat today, Padawan?” Obi-Wan asks and Anakin hums, ignores the nausea in his stomach and the way the atoms spin and shake and shiver.

“A star,” he manages to say, thinks of that star that had folded and yielded to him, let itself be consumed with little more than a whimper, thinks of how his head had filled up and his body had felt small and burning as he folded that star into his own being, all of the things that made it up ripped apart and pieced back together as he floated and drifted amongst the galaxy.

Obi-Wan is silent and Anakin is still young, but he knows that type of silence, knows that his Master is concerned and worried and unhappy with his answer as he always has been when Anakin gets like this.

Luke Skywalker, 19, Full Human (by samvelg)

Once while especially drunk [Han had] sat there for ages, staring without blinking at Luke while he played sabacc with the other pilots, trying to see what in his drunken state he was convinced was there. Maybe it was extra limbs, maybe tentacles, or scales or wings. Luke had turned to ask him something, and the next thing he knew he was waking up in a white room with a splitting migraine and no memory of how he got there. Apparently he'd passed out and gotten a bloody nose in the lounge, and when Luke had gotten upset the sabacc-playing pilots had formed an honour guard to bring him to the medbay for a checkup. Once they knew he was fine they'd all laughed about how Han never knew when to hold back when Corellian brandy was involved. He'd laughed along with them even though he wasn't sure that was it, and Luke didn't meet his eyes for nearly a week.

He didn't try again.

aunts aren’t gentlemen (by rain_sleet_snow)

Beru has no official role until after they’ve been evacuated and reconstituted on Hoth, which is a truly terrible planet for anyone from a desert, and Beru has never lived anywhere else. She makes do. There is always plenty for her to do, if she knows where to look, and for years Beru and Owen ran a moisture farm single-handed in the teeth of the Hutts while harbouring a child the Emperor would have killed to get his hands on - Beru knows exactly where to find a problem that isn’t a problem yet.

To tell you the truth, I’m relieved (by Petra) (mild Discworld crossover, very good)

NO, the one in black says. THAT IS NOT HOW THIS WORKS, with a finality that rings through every part of his body. None of which hurt anymore.

Ah.

"Yes, I know your rules," says the other, in precise, insistent tones he knows better than he knows his own name at the moment. There's the name he rejected a lifetime ago and the name he rejected an instant ago. "And yet, here I am--ah, you're awake."

He was hoping Obi-Wan would name him so he doesn't have to do it himself. "Yes."

All things great and terrible (by ThePartyPrince)

Visits to Palptine don't always bring Anakin peace.

Clarity (by Orange_Clown)

By the time that the Imperial Forces landed on Hoth, Leia was the only one left on the base.

She didn’t look away from her screen, even as she felt the Stormtroopers begin to spread through the tunnels. They’d be here soon. But still she didn’t look away, watching the Alliance’s data slowly destroy itself. If the imps could get any data off it once the program was through, then they probably deserved what would come for them.

Despite herself, she froze a little as she felt a dark aura approaching. Leia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Very faintly, at the edges of her awareness, she could feel another, brighter, presence. She let out the breath. Of course her brother would be here, now.

How could he not?

I have 111 Star Wars bookmarks on ao3, and frankly, I’d recommend any of them. These are just some of my favorites. So, if you want more fic recs, here’s my Star Wars bookmark page too!

#star wars #not bnha #not gi