#momma is just getting through some issues

[madllamamomma]

So I was triggered hard today;

For a little bit of background, I was raised in my young years (pre-k—majority of 4th grade) in an evangelical Christian school, and I particularly remember the brand called, Abeka.

I talk about it all the time IRL, but sometimes I have people looking as if I was over exaggerating about the terrible curriculum, and the propaganda teachings. So, I decided to look up the brand on YouTube—and sure enough, I was fucking right—In fact, it was fucking worse than I thought!

It took me an hour to vent to my husband and I have been traumatized by my past education and struggling because I never learned problem solving skills, nor basic science until fourth grade and I was even held back in 2nd grade because of my ‘poor reading skills’ (I was fucking dyslexic) and was older than everyone else and made fun of for it. And I know, I know, people have had it much much worse than me, I am completely aware—but being a kid with ADD (inattentive ADHD) and dyslexia, I struggled sooo much until I was in late high school and college. I thought I was just stupid, I had such a hard time with school and not realizing I was neuro divergent.

Sometimes I think I am over with all of this, but then I watch something like a video about Abeka, or anything about Christian cults, and I’m back in elementary school thinking I was I had MR (I not saying that to be offensive, I actually thought I had MR).

Being gaslit and told that you’d do better if you just “worked harder” or “just focus a little more” or “just take your medication” is so fucking hurtful. And I really have a hard time moving on.

I’m 29 now and I hate that I still cry about things that happened when I was a child. But it’s unfortunately a part of me, and sometimes I really wish it wasn’t. I wish I was just emotionally stable and had a normal fucking childhood.

Anyways, TL;DR version:

Evangelical Christianity schools are fucking bullshit and harmful to children, full of gaslighting and propaganda, and can make people permanently scarred. Fuck that bullshit. Fuck Abeka, ACE, or any other pseudoscience or cults. FUCK THEM.

#evangelical christianity #fuck this #evangelical propaganda #propagandists #super right wing #fucking terrible #sorry for venting #but I needed to get this out #irl problems #momma is just getting through some issues

[waves-against-a-cliff]

Simon Riley who after coming back to his flat (courtesy of the government) from his first deployment as 'Ghost', finds a momma cat yowling and crying. She's hurt and has four kittens tucked into her side. Simon takes them to the vet only to be informed that only one kitten survived and the momma is dead.

So he raises the kitten. Bhe bottle feeds it every two hours, keeps it warm and safe inside a box with a heating pad and a hoodie of his. He's sure that it'll die but he keeps trying anyways with the heart wrenching hope that he's wrong.

The kitten pulls through.

Now six years later, he has a sassy sphynx cat who cries and meows whenever she isn't fed on time. When his usual pet sitter bails on him just days before his next deployment, he scrambles. He never knows how long he'll be gone and that's an issue with pet hotels. He has to find someone trust worthy and capable of caring for his darling pet.

Then he meets you by pure coincidence. Ruthie had slipped between his legs on his way out to grab some more of the wet cat food she liked then made a bee line right towards you. She meowed and meowed until you crouched down to pet her. Simon swears he had never heard her purr that loudly before.

You smile up at him and comment on how he has a sweet cat (he doesn't. Ruthie knocks everything over and has broken so many mugs, plates and cracked so many screens he owns plastic versions of everything plus keeps his phone on him at all times). Simon says something about trying to find a pet sitter to you and immediately realizes what he said when you smile. "I can keep an eye on her for you. She seems like a sweetie." You coo and gently scratch under her chin. Traitor, it took him weeks to get her to let him do that. But how can he say no when she's already taken a liking to you.

#simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #simon x reader #simon riley call of duty #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #cod ghost

[fraugwinska]

I'm dying to see you write Alastor opening up to Reader about his mom, maybe a little angst and lots of fluff? (- v -)''

WE NEED THAT MOMMAS BOY GETTING SOME COMFORT!

Finally Anon, I found the strengh to write this. Sorry it took so long - I hope it was worth the wait! Next story will be less sad, I promise! :'< But I think we can all find some love for our Mommas Boy today, right? (Prepare your handkerchiefs, fellas...)

❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️🦌❤️

Mother O'Mine

Not the kitchen. Not the lobby. Not the bar. Not the radio tower. Not his room.

You sighed and stilled for a moment, thinking of a place where he could've gone.

If Angel had just shut his damn mouth. Mother's day was a shit day for everyone in the hotel. You, who never knew a mother, raising yourself in the farce that had been the foster care system, rued the day. Charlie was still in denial about her mothers blatant absence and ignorance, Husk melancholic and tense at the memory of seeing his mother being exterminated shortly after reuniting with her in hell, and Vaggie bitterly wanted to ignore the holiday all together, feeling as though she would be betraying the mother she could no longer reach in heaven as a fallen angel.

Angel had been pissing them all off by breakfast, obnoxiously mocking their various reasons of why this day felt even heavier than others in hell. You knew it was his own way of coping with his mommy issues - something he didn't even talk about with Husk, as far as you knew, but he bordered on being not only menacing, but outright cruel.

Alastor had listened to his rambling stoically, flipping eggs while drinking his coffee with not much more than an annoyed twitch in his brow, but then the spider made the gruesome mistake to mention her.

Alastor's mom.

"What, 'ya think any of 'ya mothers could even look at 'ya without punchin' themselves? Come on, look me in the eyes and tell me Bambi's mommy wouldn't be fuckin' disappointed by what her little fawn has become... Can ya really see a sweet southern lady all happy, lovin', and coddling ol' murder-clown Alas..."

The green explosion came faster than you could blink. You were frozen in place, only staring in fear and worry when Angel landed unceremoniously into the table with the rest of the breakfast, the other residents as shocked and dazed as you were, while the radio static and greenish-black shadows seeped away from Alastor who then swiftly made his way out without a word, holding his staff while his tendrils bristled dangerously.

Alastor had vanished and the only thought coming to your mind - after giving a cursing, groaning Angel a righteous 'You fucking deserved that'-speech - was that you needed to find him before the princess did to make sure the demon had calmed enough not to finally lose it and maul her to pieces. Charlie meant well, but she didn't know. No one did know, except for you, and even you only knew so much.

It's not like it had been an elaborate talk. It just happened, after a nightmare that made him tear up in a mixture of rage and sorrow, a bad memory that had made his shadow basically drag you, half asleep still, from your bed to his in the middle of the night. Why you? You weren't so sure. Alastor usually preferred your company more than the others just because you were the most neutral, sane person in the hotel. Some would even say impassive. An introvert who didn't draw attention, silent and observing. But not once had his shadow ever acted up around you, and while it wasn't overly friendly with anyone, it seemed to watch mostly you with curious glances and interested hisses. When you had finally woken up enough to comprehend your situation, you were sprawled across Alastors stomach with his arms wound so tightly around you you struggled to breathe, strained mumbled words pressed through gritted teeth into your nightgown.

"Mother... I'm sorry... Oh mother..."

He had been sobbing into your shoulders and and shaking against your chest while he let go of a strange anger and grief he never seemed to get rid of while you had, confused but worried, whispered words of comfort in a hushed, soothing voice until you both dozed back to sleep. Morning broke, and when you opened your eyes again, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, not able to look you in the eyes. He had thanked you, gruffly and with an unsteady voice that made your heart ache, before offering his hand to teleport you back to your room. As far as you were concerned, the weirdest of it was that you felt him caress the palm of your hand with his thumb, barely audible as he mumbled that "that should have never have happened, and we shall never speak of it again." - he was usually a gentleman, and he never touched you this intimately before - but, to him, it was obviously a humiliating and horrible thing that you had witnessed him like that.

And you didn't speak of it. No one knew, and you intended to keep it that way. It was a moment you shared and fragile trust was on the table. You would take it to your second grave, along with all those feelings that had come with it, to prevent it from breaking.

Back to the present, you sighed and massaged the bridge of your nose. You had checked all the obvious places that crossed your mind, so maybe, you should start to look at the not-so-obvious ones... Maybe some place you knew was connected to... His mom...

A sudden pang hit you as you got an idea of where he might be hiding.

"Is this seat taken?"

The roof of the hotel was usually restricted from access, due to the general instability and collapse-prone architecture it presented, but you and (after an admittedly awkward encounter on a hot day that had involved you in a two-pieced swimsuit sunbathing and a very flustered Alastor with a book in one and a severed hand on a plate in the other hand) the radio demon knew about a small nook between the roof's overhead window frames and the hotel's ventilation system, hidden by the growing shadow of the radio tower where no one else ever came looking. A hideout, a place to go when you wanted undisturbed solitude. You had quickly left the place, apologizing for intruding a space that Alastor had apparently already claimed for himself (explaining the existence of the lounge chair you've so rudely used), but soon enough he discreetly invited you back, second chair added, to sit in silence together every once in a while, as long as you swore secrecy. It became a place of comfort for both of you, a retreat when life in the hotel got too stressful.

Alastor's reaction to seeing you was a quickly stifled hum before going back to staring stubbornly at the horizon. He looked dejected, and if you would not have known him so well, you wouldn't have noticed the trembling twitch of his ears nor the way his claw tapped impatiently against his knee, his shadow balled in on itself while hovering at the edge of the small roof.

It looked like he was staring straight through the distant buildings of the pentagram to the faintly illuminated orb that was heaven next to hells own sun, while also refusing to acknowledge you or the world around him at all. His smile had slipped into an emotionless line of pursed lips.

"That depends" he mused quietly. "Are you here to make me return to that insolent arachnid and attempt a 'healing' conversation?"

"I think you know I know that I couldn't even if i wanted to." You tried a weak smile.

Alastor briefly met your eyes at that, giving away that, despite his aloof act, your comment got his attention and he considered it before turning back to the horizon, the tense posture relaxing somewhat. A brief silence passed until he hummed an affirmative noise. "Then you may sit, darling."

After sitting down, minutes passed without a word said. The distant roar of the bustling traffic carried the muffled sounds of hell with the usual maelstrom of catcalling, profanities and general noises of mayhem to you, while you fought to keep a certain twitch in your hands as you counted the beats of his heels clicking on the tiles.

"You must know... my mother was a rare light in a world of filth." he declared suddenly into the silence. "An honest, virtuous soul of beauty and strength." He said it slowly and, surprisingly, completely unamused, the clacking of his shoes ceasing at once. He stared at the city in contempt, hands clasped together and resting on his legs to hold back a tremble that you caught anyway.

"She, unlike me, had not a spec of corruption in her bones. Wherever she found the warmth and love she shared with me, I cannot fathom. But she did. I may have been mocked and shunned by the world, the bastard child of a black woman and a white man, but I always had her as my home to return to.” The knuckles on his hands turned white. “But the cruelty of life and the disgusting human that was my father, the unbearable excuse of a man, killed her before I was grown enough to help. Before I was old enough to kill that monster myself." He spat the words, claws digging deeper until a faint trickle of blood could be seen. "I remedied that circumstance, twice to be exact, although it couldn't make up for what was lost. Nothing I did to him could make up for it..." his smile widened bitterly as his face twitched, recalling a fond, yet regretful memory. "… and believe me, I tried. But it was cathartic nonetheless, and quite educational... for my further career."

You stayed quiet and studied his profile, patiently waiting for him to continue talking. It was painfully obvious how hard it was for him to speak about actual feelings, with his tense grin and his white knuckles dripping with crimson blood.

"I knew, of course, where I would end up after my demise, and that I would never be able to see her again. Because I was sure she'd end up in heaven, like the saint she was. Is." He cleared his throat, attempting to appear dismissive, but you saw it. The sadness, the longing, the resignation, and it shattered your heart.

"Alastor...", you knew he hated physical touch, but your hand reached out on its own, to stop his hands from ripping themselves apart. He stiffened at the contact, but said nothing.

"Don't tell me you took what Angel said to heart..."

"How could my mother love me after what I've become after her death?"

His tone was monotonous, but his hands trembled under your fingers. He refused to look at you, but you saw his eyes, glazed with wetness that threatened to turn into actual tears. How he could still smile was beyond you, you had your theories on that, but that wasn't important right now. What mattered was that he was hurting, and that fact broke your heart. You never knew motherly love, how could you really miss something you never really knew? But Alastor did, and it had been ripped from him in the must cruel way, the impact of it so hard it made him even question the very foundation it was built upon.

You moved your hand from his to cup his cheek and turn his face to yours. His expression was blank, and if it weren't for the tight grin and the eyes filled with an unspeakable anguish, it would have been an emotionless stare.

"Alastor, do you know the poem Mother O'Mine?"

"I'm afraid the memory of it fails me, darling."

"Then, I'll recite it for you."

"Why?"

You gave him a sad smile.

"Because I want to."

He eyed you with stunned curiosity as you reached into your pocket, glad for once for your mostly useless power. You've only told Husk about it, in one of your late nights where everyone else was asleep aside him and your insomnia got the better of you, drunk and as a bargaining chip for one last gin tonic.

The blank piece of paper was a bit crumpled, but it would do. You started to fold it while you spoke, your voice sounded soft and almost like a spell.

"If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

Your fingers moved with a solemn purpose as you folded the paper this way and that, a skill you perfected out of boredom over the years, the edges turning into an elegant shape, the poem coming from your mouth like a song. Alastor watched your hands move in a trance, not sure what you were doing, but too focused on the faint glow of purple around them to ask.

"If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

There in your hand, sat a little origami bird. It wasn't anything special, maybe a traditional crane would have been better, more elegant, but you were out of practice and for what you intended to do it would work either way. Carefully you reached out, silently demanding for one of Alastor's hands that were still digging into each other. He didn't protest, and slowly raised it to give his hand to you. The tips of his claws were covered in a thin, fresh layer of his own blood, and his skin was warm and slightly clammy. You put the little paper bird on his palm, a speck of his blood staining the bottom of the pristine white paper, and closed his fingers around it, holding it in both of yours.

"If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine."

His enclosed hand in your own was encased in purple light, with wide eyes he followed the soft tugs of your fingers and opened his hand. The little paper bird flapped it's wings on his flat palm, looking at him for a heartbeat before taking off and flew in a singular circle around his head before it headed into hells deep red sky, towards the bright heavenly sphere. You watched it until it vanished completely from view, hoping there was a possibility that maybe, with a bit of luck, it would find it's way to her.

"This, Alastor, is what a real mother is. She loves you, I'm sure of it. Always has and always will."

Tears fell silently on his lap, a strangled, coarse breath escaping him. Without warning, he pulled you from your chair into him, holding you pressed close to him. Just like in the night of his nightmare, his face was buried in your chest, arms wound tightly around you in a hurting embrace and shoulders trembling with suppressed grief. His grip was bordering on painful, but you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying one of your hands in his hair, stroking gently while you let him quietly cry into your shoulder, not caring that the wetness of his tears was soaking through the fabric of your shirt. You felt his heart beating rapidly, his pulse erratic and his breathing fast.

"I miss her. Oh, how I miss her."

You held him tighter.

"I know, Al... I know."

You didn't know how long you two stayed like this, him in your arms and crying silently while you tried your best to comfort him, but you didn't care. As far as you were concerned, you would stay here forever if it only meant to lift this weight for a little while from his shoulders.

It took him some time, but eventually his breathing evened out, and he calmed down, his hold becoming less desperate and more... affectionate. You didn't realize it at first, but he had moved, his head resting under your chin and his forehead leaning against the hollow of your throat, his antlers slightly poking the thin skin. It felt strangely intimate, and you wondered if he was aware of what he was doing, but the moment he moved to get up and leave, you knew the spell was broken. He didn't let go of you entirely, but instead helped you to stand up and held your hand, his gaze firmly planted to the ground, avoiding your eyes.

"Darling, I..."

"Don't worry, Alastor. Although I'm glad I was able to be here when it happened... we shall never speak of this again."

You could feel his hesitation, a strange nervousness radiating from him. His shadow hovered next to him, a hand reaching out towards your face. You smiled at it, and, just for a brief moment, allowed yourself to lean into it's warm, buzzing touch as it caressed your cheek, before you turned and made your way back inside without a glance back to the sudden sound of a longing hum.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fraugwinskawrites #angel dust #charlie morningstar #quickfic #light angst #comfort #alastor is a mommas boy #alastor needs a hug #and a good cry #and some sleep

[chikai-k]

We Need A Break.

•| Kaveh X Male Reader, hints of Alhaitham X Kaveh

•| Notes: So angst with the characters as parents right? I haven't written in a long time and all so this might be a bit janky in terms of execution. I feel like the ending is a little awkward but it's whatever, I just wanted to get something out 😞 It was originally gonna be Aether since my debut was an Aether fic but I decided I wanted to add my bbg Kaveh to my list of characters hehe also wrote this at 3-4am :)

•| CW: Kaveh is the baby momma🤧, male reader, cheating accusations, arguments, break? divorce?

Here we go.

It's unhealthy to subject your daughter to this.

She doesn't deserve to hear your problems.

You and Kaveh have tried everything in your power to keep the issue away from her attention, to make sure she can't see the cracks forming.

How Kaveh would tuck her to bed, holding back a grimace as he spots the time. He tries his best to stall, she can tell. Kaveh doesn't want to leave her side. How his sweet voice would read her bed time stories as slowly as he could, sometimes staring at her with soft eyes as he presses a goodnight kiss on her forehead. She is his baby. He loves her with every part of his being.

She knows something's wrong. She could sense it before but you two can't keep quiet when the arguments get heated downstairs. She can hear you two from the floor. She can hear you throwing accusations, hear the crack in Kaveh's voice when he says he's not seeing his co worker—but you just won't drop it.

"I see the way you two look at each other." You say, "I see the way you guys give subtle touches." You know that they're probably texting each other about things to do when you're working. "The neighbours themselves have testified that they've seen Alhaitham enter our home when I'm at work for fucks sake! Stop lying to me." You growl, teeth baring at him as your face is flushed in anger, fist clenching by your side.

Kaveh hiccups and shakes his head, "Please, I'm telling you, we're not! Why won't you believe me?" His hand is gripping his wrist and is tucked close to his chest as if protecting himself. He doesn't know what went wrong.

"Then tell me why he's been visiting so much when I'm out! It's not like he's here for our daughter is he? She's always in school, so what else could he be here for?!"

"I—I can't—" Kaveh shook, how was he supposed to explain? He's not cheating, he swear but...

"Bullshit. You and that Alhaitham guy—ugh—" You inhale, your hand shooting up to brush your hair angrily. Tempted to slam it down the counter but you'd risk waking up your daughter from the noise. Hm.

Kaveh eyes your fist warily. He never knew you as physical so he wasn't worried—hoping he didn't need to but with how the tension was going, he was afraid he'd get hurt."What's so different about him and me? Is it the muscles? The income? The looks?" You seethed through your teeth, blindsided by the jealousy that you'd missed the way he stepped back cautiously. "Or did you just fall out of love for me? Or is he secretly our daughter's real father?" You huffed, closing your eyes as you tugged at your hair.

Usually, Kaveh would give you a massage, whisper sweet things and gently pull of your fingers from your hair out of concern. But how could he when he was...scared?

"N-no, I love you." Kaveh hiccuped once more, "I..." He bit his lip as he couldn't help the the tears from spilling. He couldn't bring himself to mean it. It felt forced, like he was saying it to survive and saying it felt wrong. I love you is supposed to be affectionate and meaningful, not like this.

"I think..." He sighs as he watches you gaze back, once furious expression softening in realisation at what he was about to say. "I think we need a break. To cool our head...I'm sorry." He struggles to finish, flinching as you attempt to approach him. Right now, he didn't know who you were. Actually, he hadn't know who you were for the past couple of months.

He just needs some space to breath, to find the words to tell you why Alhaitham had been visiting...

#genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #sub character #top male reader #male reader #dom reader #Kaveh X male reader #Kaveh from genshin #Kaveh #Kaveh X Alhaitham #—chikai archives 📸

[spicyicetea]

Oh. My. God. Your bagel is bag.

OKA Y UHWMBELWBWKFVKDVFJ I LOVE LINK.

Anywayssssss I just thought of like BOTW link, before the calamity. AND I HAVE A CERTAIN SCENARIO IN MIND 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

Imagine him and his other soldier buddies seeing you, and his soldier buddies being able to tell that he’s a total simp for you . . . AAAAKWHEKLQKWLEKE

Anyways yeah I thought of this while making churros 💪

Oh and also, yk that whenever I send like scenarios and ideas in here you don’t have to see them as requests, you can also just see them as me sharing my beautiful thoughts. 🤭🤭🤭

PS: AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE LINK SIDHWKEVLQOQPEJF

Okay, I love the idea that Link is pussy whipped the moment he sets eyes on Y/N. But I want to merge this with an idea I had. Single mother Y/N! This is also gonna turn smutty, I can’t resist.

Warnings: Smut•

BOTW!Link x milf!Y/N

[Link is in his late 20s and Y/N is 25]

Link stared off at a woman walking by the knights he patrolled with. He always had a staring issue with her. Her body moved in a hypnotising way. A wicker basket dangled from her elbow as tiny hands grasped at the fruit she carried within. Her hair flicked wildly in the wind. He knew he shouldn’t look, but her downhill strides caused her heavy bosoms to bounce, his hands flexing at his sides craving to feel their weight.

One of the knights elbowed him in the side, getting his attention.

“Ha?” he muttered.

The knight just smirked and looked past Link to where he was once staring. He whistled and the woman turned and smiled at them. She waved her dainty little hand, oh how soft it looked. Maybe one day he could have that hand intertwined in his own. Kiss the blushed knuckles while sliding a ring onto her finger. That same delicate hand later wrapped around and pumping his-

“Link! She's coming over~” The knight teased, nudging his side.

Link’s eyes widened as he shuffled to hide his... friend, in his trousers with his shield. He couldn't be exposed to her like that yet, it was so indecent. The woman swayed her way over, hips dancing left and right. A dizzying tango catching the breath in his throat as he struggled to swallow his anxieties.

“Hello boys! Good afternoon.”

“Afternoon Miss Y/N! Where are the little scamps?” One of the knights asked.

She giggled, covering her soft, plump lips with her hand as she did. Two kids wormed past her skirt, one crawling through her legs to get through. The small children ran forth and grabbed Link’s tunic with a toothy grin.

“Mr Link, Mr Link! Momma, can we give him the stuff?” The little boy asked, excitedly hoping up and down.

“Hm, I think I have it in my basket,” Y/N rooted through her basket, pulling out an orange loaf of bread. “Here you go.”

The girl grabbed the loaf and giddy held it out to Link. He took it, looking at Y/N, blushing and confused.

“I wanted to thank you for helping b/n and g/n out a few days ago. You saved them from those Chuchus in the forest, so I made you some of my special pumpkin bread.”

Link smiled and took a bite out of the loaf, drooling at the smell alone. The taste was decadent and sweet. He chewed the bread eagerly, quickly going in for a second bite moments later. Y/N chuckled and grabbed his forearm.

“Calm down dear, eat slowly. I don't want you choking,” She smiled and rubbed his shoulder, his face going red as she lent closer, taking a small bite out of the bread he held. “It's not your job to choke, Linky~”

His face flushed bright red as his words caught in his throat. Y/N smiled as she watched the other knights walk away, talking to some civilians. Her tongue traced her lips as she dragged her finger down his arm before pulling it back and nudging his shield to the side. His eyes widened and he gulped, her finger dragging down his chest, resting where his trousers started.

“Y/N...”

“So you can speak Linky! Your voice is so nice,” she smiled. “Are you alright? Am I being too forward? Your friends here told me that you liked me, maybe they assumed wrong.”

She went to pull her hand away but he gripped her wrist tightly, his arm shaking from the panicked motion. He panted while looking at her and she stepped closer, sliding her hand into his trousers. Her finger played with the waistband of his boxers before he pulled her closer with her free hand.

“Please, don't tease me. I can't wait any longer.”

“Oh you're adorable, I'm surprised you've lasted this long. I have been playing with you for a while.”

“What?”

“You haven't noticed? Always giving you “spare” pastries. Unbuttoning my blouse saying it's hot to give you a peek?” Y/N raised a brow leaning closer, pressing her breasts against his chest.

Link bit his lip as Y/N’s other hand tucked a white cloth into his shirt as her other pulled his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring up against his navel. She circled the tip with her finger, smiling innocently at him as the creamy precum coated her finger. He lent further into her touch, biting his lip as the bread dropped from his grip. His shield and bread rest on the ground beside him as they fumbled back against a wall, tall crates hiding them from public view.

Link’s hands grasped her waist as she began pumping his cock in her hand. One of his hands hungrily dove past the waistband of her long skirt and into her underwear. She gasped as his finger prodded at her hole and she stilled her teasing pumps.

“Ah, Link.” She sighed in pleasure.

“Y/N, I can't let you please me and not give you the same treatment. Come on darling, where did that confidence go?” link smirked, flipping the two around so Y/N was pinned to the wall.

He forced his middle finger past her slick folds and onto her tight hole. She whimpered and let her head fall back and rest on the all. Her hand continued pumping on his cock. The tip was red and angry, dribbling precum over her hand. He groaned against her neck as he continued to pump and curl his fingers inside her delicate walls. She moaned loudly as her tongue lulled out of her mouth and he bucked his hips into her fist.

“Link!” She squealed, gushing onto his fingers.

He sank his teeth into her neck as she let out a strangled moan. His body caged her in as he continued fucking his cock into her fist, his cum decorating her skirt in white ribbons. Their heavy pants dance in unison as her arm falls limp against her side. Link’s dick goes limp as he pulls his fingers out of her pussy. He goes to wipe his hands off on his shirt but she grabbed his wrist and shook her head.

“What's wrong?” Link asked with a concerned face.

Y/N just whined and forced Link's hand towards his lips, pushing his fingers into his mouth. He let out a confused noise but gulped as he watched her slide her cum covered fingers into her mouth. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth as he watched her clean her fingers of his cum. He mimicked her, licking her slick from his fingers. They pulled apart and fixed their clothes as quickly as they could.

While fumbling with her buttons, Y/N stepped on the dropped bread. She gasped and stumbled slightly before chuckling.

“Oh no, I guess I’ll have to make you some more bread. Maybe you can stop by later?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.

He grinned and pulled her in for a sweet, passionate kiss. His hands rub her sides as she giggles into the kiss, still fixing her clothes. As they part, she uses her basket to hide the white, sticky stains on her skirt. He rushes to fix his collar, pulling the fabric she had tucked into it in the heat of the moment. She gives him and his knight friends a shy wave as she rushes away with her twins excitedly telling her about how cool the knights were.

“What do you have there Link?” One of them asks. “You two were talking for a while...”

Link just stares silently at the lacy bra she had slipped him without him noticing. He bit his lip to hide his excitement before shoving it down his shirt to hide it and turning to the others.

“Oh, we just spoke about her kids... I'm going to give her more...” he growled, watching her hips sway as she left.

“What?”

“Oh nothing, don't worry.” He smiled to himself.

There you go, dude! Hope you enjoyed the sin, my little bagel bite. @rainstops

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Yandere HCs-> Draco Malfoy

note: i have some writers block rn, so harry potter content

warnings: yandere content, romantic relationships, possessive behavior, jealousy, dependency, ron slander, but not really i love him lol, soft draco, simp draco, mention of marriage, commitment issues, mention of narcissa and lucius, draco being a mommas boy

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Draco

♡ As a type, he's extremely insecure and possessive. Draco isn't the type of person to be content sharing any of his things, and the same seems to go for his darling. He doesn't exactly see them as an object, but he absolutely believes that they belong to him and him alone. Draco, due to this mindset, hates seeing his darling with other people. He hates it, actually. He's the type of yandere who depends heavily on the attention from his darling.

☆ That being said, he gets jealous easily, especially if his darling happens to be close and/or friendly with Harry or anyone from that circle of friends. I think he'd be a lot worse if his darling was close with Ron, especially. He literally loathes Ron Weasley, so seeing his infatuation being friendly with that red-headed rat makes Draco fume with rage. Despite this, he can't really do much about his darling being around these people, so all he does is pout.

♡ Despite all of his toxic traits, I hardly think that Draco would demean or mistreat his darling. His behavior towards them is quite the opposite of that, actually. Draco is that mean guy who goes as soft as wool when around the person he has feelings for, and at the beginning of his infatuation with his darling he doesn't even realize that he's developed a soft spot for them. He just assumes that he can tolerate their company. Draco treats his darling so gently and sweet. Narcissa did not raise a brute.

☆ He has commitment issues but reversed. Draco cannot stand the thought of his darling not being committed to him. He'd be the type to daydream about being married to his darling, and he desperately craves that cute, domestic life with them. If his darling had a problem with being tied down, Draco would be absolutely devastated. He's the type of guy who proposes several times until is darling inevitably says yes. If they stubbornly refuse to marry him, Draco becomes sort of delusional. He'll go around calling them his wife/husband/spouse.

♡ Draco would get romantic advice from his mother! Lucius is absolutely pathetic, but Narcissa would offer him generally good courting advice, and always reminds Draco to treat his little lover well. I can see her absolutely adoring Draco's darling, especially if they take care of him. If we're talking about post war Draco, he's been through a lot and needs someone to give him tender affection. When Narcissa hears Draco talk about his darling she gets super giddy because of how happy he looks. I feel like it'd be near impossible for her to dislike Draco's darling.

i always end up writing horrible men as simps lol

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Without Warning - Mafia!Joel Miller Scene 1

AU Mafia!Joel Miller x Original Female Character

Rating: T (language, sexual themes, drug use)

Minors DNI. 18+ content!

Scene 2 Scene 3

Summary: Joel's worked hard to build his empire. He's put the blood, sweat and tears of himself and others into creating his wealth and success, only ever worried about providing for himself and his brother. After years of being hardened by crime and violence, he finds someone that stirs feelings and urges inside of him that he'd long forgotten. She somehow brings out a softness in him without doing a thing and he will do everything in his power to keep her at his side, under his arm, and in his bed.

Been sitting on this idea for a while and finally got some time to write it out. Right now it's just a little scene in my head, but I might add some actual smut and fluff content soon.

Joel was at the Tipy Bison her first night working the floor. He watched from his corner table, away from the neon lit signs and noise of the crowded bar. She was following Lacy around, the older redhead talking quickly as she explained how to put in orders on the bar’s computer system. She was smaller than Lacy, a cute little thing that had something primal stirring low in his core. 

“She’s a looker, ain’t she?” Tommy asked, coming up to the table with a knowing smirk as he set a fresh glass of bourbon in front of his brother.

“Where’d you find this one?” Joel asked around the rim of his glass, finishing the contents in one drink. 

“Grad student at UT, one of Jared’s friends needing a job, he vouched for her and everything,” Tommy shrugged while refilling Joel’s glass with practiced ease. 

“Grad student, huh?” Joel muttered, his eyes following her around the tiny bar as she tried to keep up with Lacy. 

“Yeah, psychology or somethin’...think her name’s Indi,” he said.

Joel couldn’t help the low scoff as he finally looked away from the girl and at his brother. “What kind of name is that?”

Tommy chuckled. “The fuck if I know,” he said through a snickering huff. 

The brother’s shared a brief laugh, always being able to relax around the other when they needed a moment of quiet, something which was hard to come by in their line of work.

“Tess been getting the boys ready for the Alvarez meeting?” he asked quietly, scanning the room slowly, the way he learned in the military, assessing and searching for threats.

“She better be,” Joel muttered, scanning the room as well, but for one target in particular.

A moment later, his target passed their table, Lacy leading the way to the backroom, most likely to show her where the girls take their breaks, away from customers, as Tommy insisted when he bought the rundown bar. 

Daniel, one of the newest and youngest runners for Joel approached the table slowly, eyes slightly glazed over. Joel suspected the kid was high, whether from their own product or someone else’s, still riding on the thrills of the lifestyle, the women, the drugs, hell, even the food tasted better when you ran for Joel Miller. 

“Hey boss,” Daniel said, waiting for Joel to acknowledge him with cold eyes and a slight arch of his brow, the warmth of laughter gone once the circle between the two brothers was invaded. “Um, we finished the job last night without any issues, the boys were wanting to head over to Sugar’s to check out the oil wrestling night after a big move like that, thought you two might want to join,” he explained, obviously having been put up to it by some of the more experienced runners and grunts. 

“Boy, you just stopped suckin’ on your momma’s titty last week and now you’re tryin’ to go see some more,” Tommy scoffed with a wry grin, always lighthearted and sharp with his wit, making the kid laugh nervously with a shake of his head.

Lately, moving products had become more of a risk with the increased security around the border. Joel had lost more men than he’d like  in the past two months to those DEA assholes thinking they were outsmarting the complex system of drug and weapon trafficking he had built over the last twenty years. He didn’t even want to think about the amount of cocaine he lost just last month to a drop gone off track. The numbers infuriated him to the point of seeing red if he thought about it too long, usually signaled by a headache and the urge to punch holes into the nearest wall. 

Just then, the subject of Joel’s initial interest reappeared, passing by the men without Lacy this time. Joel openly admired how her sleeveless black top accentuated the curves of her body. He caught the edges of black ink on her left inner forearm, the full tattoo stretching from her wrist to the inner crook of her elbow. Her hair swayed behind her with every step, long loose locks falling in waves and curls down her back. He spotted the hints of a second, much smaller tattoo on her shoulder blade, her hair covering most of it. 

His staring attracted the curiosity of Daniel, the kid turning as he followed Joel’s gaze. His hum of appreciation is what drew the older Miller’s attention away from the pretty little kitten walking away from them, completely unaware of how many men's interest she had peaked in the short amount of time she’s been clocked in. 

“Damn Tommy, how do you keep finding all these hotties?” he chuckled, a lustful smirk on his slimy lips as he looked her over before turning back to the two men. 

That comment was enough to have Joel itching to pull his gun from the holster and shoot the kid in his goddamn mouth. The clench of his jaw and hardness of his glare was enough to wipe the punk’s disgusting grin off his face. Unfortunately, Tommy insisted on a “No Guns” rule for all of the men when they entered the Bison, usually leaving their weapons at the door or behind the bar before they could even get a drink. While Joel respected the rule, he didn’t often feel like following it.  If Tommy didn’t ask, Tommy didn’t need to know. 

“Uh, everything good, boss?” he asked, shifting back to his original nervous state under Joel’s cold eyes. 

“Thought you were goin’ to Sugar’s, kid?” Joel questioned, his voice dropping to a low growl.

“Uh, y-yeah, w-we’re goin’,” Daniel agreed, taking a hesitant step backwards, the intimidation evident in the quiver of his lip, “I-I’ll see you around, Tommy,” he added with a stiff nod towards the other brother. 

Tommy simply nodded with his usual easy grin, sensing his brother’s sudden shift and realizing quickly that Joel was not amused with the kid’s comments. When Daniel turned around, he didn’t bother to realize how far away he’d stepped back from the table, unintentionally obstructing the walkway. He spun around sharply, his elbow bumping the tray of the Tipsy Bison’s latest waitress. 

Joel was on his feet instantly, grabbing Daniel by his collar and shoving him away from her as she tried to regain her balance. With the much taller and broader stature of Joel’s body, it was like looking at a bear grabbing a stick. Tommy watched her successfully manage to steady the three pint glasses with minimal spillage. 

“The fuck is wrong with you, huh?” Joel seethed at Daniel, shaking the kid by the collar for emphasis.

“I’m sorry, boss, I’m sorry!” Daniel whimpered, trying to get out of Joel’s grasp.

“The fuck you sayin’ sorry to me for, you should be sayin’ it to ‘er,” he grunted, cocking his head to the side briefly in Indi’s direction.

Tommy shook his head with a dramatic sigh. Poor girl was watching Joel threaten Daniel with wide eyes, holding her tray close to her chest, almost like she was frozen in place. While Joel continued to berate and threaten Daniel, Tommy took it upon himself to slowly approach his newest employee, offering a kind smile as he placed his hand on her shoulder and guided her towards the bar.

“I…I didn’t mean to cause trouble, I’m sorry,” she immediately said, her lower lip a little shaky as she looked up at Tommy with worry. 

“Not your fault, sweetheart, Joel’s just…protective of our girls here, has a soft spot for ‘em, you know?” Tommy tried to explain, easing her panic with a comforting squeeze to her shoulder. 

He kept her distracted for a few moments, answering the few questions she had so far until Joel and Daniel approached them near the service well. Joel had Daniel by the back of shirt, his jaw tensed as he gave the kid a light shove in Indi’s direction. 

“S-sorry for gettin’ in your way, ma’am, I promise not to let it happen again,” Daniel said softly, his eyes on the ground the entire time, practically shaking in his shoes.

“It’s fine, really, no harm done,” she said quickly, looking past Daniel to Joel, who’s gaze softened just slightly when their eyes met. 

After she accepted Daniel’s apology, Joel stepped forward and leaned down, muttering something lowly to Daniel that had the kid practically running out of the bar. Tommy scoffed with a smirk, asking her one more time if she was okay before heading towards the office. When left alone with Joel, Indi hesitated in meeting his gaze. He took a slow step forward, allowing enough space for her to move away if she wanted. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that, darlin’, I usually don’t have to remind my boys ‘bout their manners,” he said, his voice no longer an intimidating growl, but a warm and inviting timber that had her relaxing just slightly. 

“No worries, I-I, um-.”

“Hey! Are you okay? What the hell, girl? I step outside for five minutes to smoke and you’re already getting guys kicked out,” Lacy said, coming up to them, grinning a little too wide for Joel’s comfort as she laughed and nudged Indi’s arm. 

“Yeah, crazy, right?” Indi said softly, her attention still on Joel as Lacy teased her lightly. 

“You need something Joel? My trainee isn’t going to learn just standing over here,” Lacy said, hand on her hip as she looked to Joel with an arched brow, one of the few who didn’t find him intimidating for some reason.

“How ‘bout ‘nother bourbon on the rocks?” Joel suggested, “the good stuff, not that well shit Tommy just gave me,” he added with a low chuckle, the edges of his lip twitching just a bit higher when Indi let out a soft laugh of her own. 

“You’re the boss,” Lacy shrugged with a nod, linking her arm with Indi and pulling her away, demanding details of what happened as they went to put his order in. 

With a heavy sigh, Joel watched the little doe-eyed waitress leave, her pleated black skirt swaying with each step. He originally never understood why Tommy had the girls dress in all black as part of the Bison’s uniform, but he could honestly appreciate his brother’s decision in having the girls wear those little black skirts. 

He had to bite his inner cheek to suppress the groan building in his stomach as Indi stumbled forward slightly, slipping on some substance on the floor. The sudden movement and her bending forward exposed more of her legs, the hints of tiny spandex shorts peeking beneath the fabric, accentuating her ass. 

Her little slip and recovery took less than three seconds, but Joel was watching her so closely it felt like she was moving in slow motion, his heated gaze soaking in every detail before he lost sight of her in the crowd. This little gatita had definitely made an impression on him and he was hungry for more…

Scene 2

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Strawberry Pie

It is time to get rid of some drafts that I have had for months at this point. Even if they have a few sentences I want to get them out. I also hope that having these one-shots thrown in people will remember me... and maybe my posts will do better then... (22 notes). It really is unmotivating sometimes. Looking at your follower count and then your notes. Like so far... the year is not going good for this account.

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Fluff, Mentions of Baby Talk, Perhaps Some Swearing. Spelling and Grammatical Errors. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1.6k

You scrolled through the list of songs on your phone. Today you were in a cheerful mood. You were happy, and you felt no sense of sadness. Let’s not jinx it just yet, but you had big plans today. Austin was out with his agent talking about some upcoming deals. You wanted to surprise him with a small gift. 

Once you finally decided on the song you turned off your phone and went over to your recipe box. You only had a few recipes in there that were from you, but you had your grandmother’s as well. She always talked about how you were going to get that box when she died and well… That day came a couple of months ago. It still pained you, but you were finally in a good mood. 

Peering through all the recipes your eyes found the one you wanted, Strawberry pie. You remember eating this during the summers at your grandmother’s house. It was such a fond memory and such a wonderful pie. You pulled it out of the box and brought it over to the middle island. 

You brought out all of the ingredients needed and started to get to work. You had a few hours before Austin came in, so in theory… the pie should be cooled down when he arrives. That way you two can have a slice after dinner. Seems like today is a day you’ll be spending in the kitchen. You had no issue with that though. You loved being a housewife. 

As stereotypical as it was… it was nice. Not having to worry about working. You were able to stay home, keep the house clean, cook your husband a wonderful dinner… or order it… and tend to other matters. Hopefully one day you can add a little one to the equation. For now, that wasn’t on Austin’s list and you had to respect that. 

For dinner, you had planned a dish that would go along with your pie. You were thinking about making salmon with mashed potatoes, and then some type of veggie on the side. It just depended on what you had. That seemed like a good meal, and then you two could have some pie afterward… It sounded perfect. 

Once everything was in the oven and everything was getting cooked you decided to take a break. You untied your apron and took it off. You’ve been standing on your feet for some time now, you wanted to sit down, and that is exactly what you ended up doing. You grabbed your phone to check your notifications.

A few messages from Austin, some even from your sister. A missed call from your mother, a few emails- wait… a missed call from your mother? You went ahead and called her back. Your mother usually didn’t call. If she did, she would let you know. Plus, she didn’t leave a message either which… is even weirder. 

“Hello?” Your mother’s voice entered your ear.

“Hi momma, I was just returning your call. I didn’t know you called.” You said to her. 

“Oh, I didn’t mean to. I just accidentally hit the call button instead of something else. I tried to hang up quickly so… I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry honey.” Your mother explained. You let out an oh sound and nodded.

“It’s okay, I just thought it was weird is all. Figured I would give you a call and check-in. Make sure that everything is okay.”

“Well, now that I got you. What’s going on? Anything exciting happening today?” She asked you.

“Well, you remember that strawberry cake grandma would always make us in the summer?” You questioned her. 

“Of course I do,” she replied.

“Well, I decided to make that today for Austin. I was just feeling in a good mood and I figured to use that energy and create something with it.” You explained to her.   

“Oh, that sounds delicious. I wish you would bring us some over, but that is too long of a drive.” Your mother chuckled. You rolled your eyes playfully and shook her head.

“Well next time you guys come and visit, or we come to yours to visit I’ll be sure to make some. I know Grandma would want me to share it.” You told her. 

“Yeah, she would have.” Your mother said softly, “I miss her.”

“I miss her too… it’s been rough… I honestly hoped I would’ve had kids before she passed. She was such a wonderful lady but… You have one fall and it’s all downhill from there…” You replied back with a soft tone. Here was the sadness, that sadness you all so had to jinx yourself with earlier. 

“I know… but, she’s still around. In our hearts… in our minds… in spirit. She will always be around. We just can’t see her,” Your mother recited some type of religicall sentence. Like the father, son, and the Holy Spirit. 

“I know… well… I better get back to it then. I have to check on the Salmon and see how the pie is cooling. Bye, momma, I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.” She replied and hung up. You placed your phone down and let out a sigh. 

You pushed yourself up and walked over to the big sliding glass doors. You pushed them open and stood in the middle. You felt the cool wind brush past your skin in a soothing manner. The clear blue skies let you know that… she was here. The clear blue skies those summers you would spend with her. 

You smiled softly and went back to check your mood, leaving the doors open to let in fresh air… and maybe even your grandma. You knew spirits could do anywhere they wanted, but your grandmother was a respectful woman. She would only enter when allowed, and when it was okay. 

You pulled out the food and started to get the plates ready. You heard a ding from your phone and went to quickly check it. A text from Austin that read, Just down the street. I’ll be home soon :P 

You giggled lightly at the expression he added and shook your head. For once, you had managed your time, and everything will fall into place right when you need it to. You brought the food over to the table and went to quickly wipe your hands. You rushed over to the door and opened it just as Austin was.

“Oh, hi,” Austin chuckled lightly. You smiled and pushed yourself up on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek.

“Hi, I missed you.” You greeted him and moved out of the way. 

“I missed you too, sweetheart… but what is going on?” He looked at you confused.

“What do you mean?”

“You hardly greet me at the door.” He pointed out to you. 

“Well- you aren’t wrong, but I made dinner… and I made a special dessert. One I’ve been wanting to make you for quite some time.” You explained to him.

“Let me freshen up and I’ll meet you in the kitchen then okay?” With a nod of your head, Austin made his way upstairs to freshen up. 

You made your way back over to the kitchen and decided to get the drinks. You poured two glasses of water and brought them over to the table. You sat down and patiently waited for Austin. You looked out into your guys’ backyard and smiled. Your grandmother’s backyard was a field of memories. Easter time in the annual Y/l/n egg hunt. You always won of course. No one could ever beat your skills. 

You remember around Christmas time when you would go out with your grandparents and build snowmen with them. The snowball fights you all shared. The summer barbecue with the strawberry pie. God, you’re going to miss having those every year. 

“Oh wow,” Austin said as he entered the kitchen. You looked over at him and smiled.

“Remember how I tell you the stories about my grandma’s strawberry pie?” You asked him gently. He nodded and found his way across from you.

“Every time you tell it, it leaves my mouth watering.” He chuckled lightly. 

“Well… I made it,” you smiled.

“Is there a special occasion? I didn’t forget anything right? Cause I swear our anniversary isn’t until another two months. Your birthday isn’t until another five months… As far as I know, today is nothing.” He started to freak out a bit. You laughed gently at him. 

“I guess I just wanted to celebrate being in a good mood. It’s been rough these few months you know… and I finally wake up and I’m in a good mood. Wanted to treat my boyfriend.” You admitted to him.

“Dammit, I knew I should’ve stopped for flowers.” He swore at himself. 

‘’Austin stop,” you shook your head, “you get me flowers all the time. I wanted to treat you for once.”

“I love you,” Austin said as he reached over for your hand. You blushed gently as he gave your hand a squeeze.

“I love you too.” 

“Well, shall we dig in so we can get to that pie?” Austin suggested with a smile. You nodded early and started to eat your dinner. 

You two talked about each other's day. Though, Austin’s was much more entertaining than your baking story. Though, Austin would never say that. He always had nice things to say no matter what. When the time came to eat pie, you two went out onto the deck to enjoy it. Where you shared stories about your grandma to him.

“Maybe one day we can do that.” Austin hummed from beside you. You turned to look at him confused. What did he mean by that? “Make new memories with our kids.”

“Our kids…?”

“Yeah, I think… I think we can start trying. That is if you want to of course. Share your grandma’s pie to generations.” He smiled as he wrapped his arm around you. 

“I would like that,” you whispered and kissed him softly. 

I think you all could have noticed that I don't post as much as I used to. It's mostly because I am loosing motivation. I know I talk about the lack of notes a lot... but it really is a big factor. I used to get hundreds and now I'm barely breaking a hundred.

I know it sounds like I'm being ungrateful but I'm just lost and confused in what happened.

Thank you to everyone who voted for a time! I really appreciate it. Also, this is my first time using the queue function so… let’s see if I did it right.

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Nose in the Snow Pt.1

Parings: Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Turning against your family was not on your 2024 bingo card but after a threat in the woods reveals itself you might win a prize.

Words: 1.3k+

The sharp edges of the metal cuffs cut into my wrists as I growl at my children and wife. I'm not sure why this is happening, but I know I'm scaring them. I feel like a passenger in a car flying down the highway knowing it will crash. 

Oh, I can see my sweet Bela wishing to come closer, I move back. I don't know what's happening but I do know I don't want to hurt my family.

– one week ago –

“er? oney? Y/N!?” I blink and look over to Alcina. “Yes, love?” I ask as I take in the worried expression she wears. 

“I asked if you were alright, you've been staring out of the window for some time now and while I know you love to bird watch, dear, there is no such evidence of life in the depth of winter right this moment” Alcina continues with her concerns.

I look at her still a bit fuzzy in the head and from behind my right shoulder, I hear my youngest of three. “Mother, you know father is crazy,” my dear Daniela says, and before Alcina can reprimand her for the unnecessary comment I ask something far more important than my faltering mind state.

“Who got to throw the dart?” 

A little backstory to this. You see in our world ravaged by the T-virus there will be a somewhat little chance that someone you know is infected. Either a small bit, enough to hold out longer than others if given a stronger dose, or fully infected. Umbrella was never good at keeping their dogs on a leash. 

So given that mutants and the savage bipedal we call humans live in one world together we have found ways to keep ourselves aligned.

For Alcina, that means breaking all our furniture or if caught fast enough having one of us take her to Heisenberg and having him allow Alcina to wreak havoc in his scrap yard. Anger issues, we all have ‘em.

My oldest, Bela, enjoys just finding a nice sunny spot and taking in some quiet time, it's impossible to reach her in the summer when she wishes to be alone. Not due to it being hard to find her but because I will strike for blood if someone dares bother my dear daughter. But I will relay a message. She does so much for this family, I will do anything in my power to get her downtime

Cassandra my middle child is big on throwing a mean right hook so boxing is right up her alley. She loves violence and gets it from her mother. But I do take credit for the care she puts into taking the proper measures to keep herself safe and having continued fun along with knowing the correct steps of taking good care of whatever weapon she uses.

And little daredevil Daniela loves to give her mother heart attacks by climbing anything she can get her callused grabby hands on. It’s a challenge trying to get her inside during the warmer months and winter is hell for both her and me. Her because she can't climb anything taller than about thirteen feet and me because I can’t allow her to climb anything higher than thirteen feet, I wish to give my daughters everything but I dont want her hitting her head on the ceiling in the library or getting to close to the openable skylight during the cold season.  

Gosh, how I love all of them for what makes them special, and they do for me too. Now while I might not have furniture slash face breaking anger or cat-like activities under my belt my family still counts one thing as The Thing™ that makes me special. I am not one to care for certain social roles and to make a long story short, I'm agender. This means that I experience and live through having no gender, so every morning, my wife or our three adorable kids will grab a dart and throw it at a modified dart board we had made that has sections labeled as Mom, Father, Momma, and Dad. The main reason for this was that I wanted my family to have an easy way to call me without having a stroke on thinking of what labels I might prefer. You can tell which it landed on today.

“I did!” little Daniela says proudly with a bright smile that falls as soon as she hears the next words out of her mother's mouth. “Daniela, what did I say about calling your father crazy?” Alcina goes off and while she does I turn my focus back to the window dissociating from my soundings trying to find the shadows at the edges of my mind. That is until I hear Daniela’s small “but he is” in terms of my mental state and wanting her not to feel bad I chime in with “I hear people in the walls” added with a goofy grin slapped on my face as I direct my look to be at my wife. 

She, of course, gives me an exasperated look, and with a roll of her eyes she puts down that claim with a “No, you dont.” Then looks me up and down with a flicker of worry and adds “You dont right?” I chuckle and softly say no as my smile morphs into something more natural and full of undying love rather than silly mischief. That is until I go back to my delusions, “I do think we have people hiding in the woods watching us” and before I allow that statement to sink in I continue “Or it’s like a bird or something, who knows” I finish with a shrug and an unbothered expression.

“What was it you were saying mother, about father not being demented?” I hear my oldest, Bela, say as she enters the library. They continue their talk on my fragmented brain and I now have my forehead against the glass of the window still lost in my mind thinking and re-thinking the same few things. Human, animal, shadow, crazy, crow? Birds, love, birds. So on and so on.

I feel my eyes move right and left as I look for the thing lurking in my wife's woods. I saw something, I'm always seeing something. God schizophrenia is a bitch.

 I'm going to go check it out.

I turn to the library doors and take one step before my last daughter steps in front of me to block my path. “Fathers lost again,” Cassandra says before I feel the strong hands that belong to my wife pick me up. “Oh Draga, are the woods bothering you this much?“ She says softly into my ear as she cradles me to her chest. I feel myself cut back into the current world and blink slowly once before looking up at Acina with an innocent face. “I'm okay but I do want to go look at the woods for a bit, just to settle myself.” She nods and goes to put me down, that is until we both hear Daniela and Cassandra whine.

“No fair, why does father get to be picked up?” Daniela says soon followed by her older sister adding “Yeah, I want to be picked up too” I chuckle and hold my hands up in a ‘calm down’ motion “Okay, okay. Once your mother lets me down I'm sure she’ll give you three a boost up” I look the tro over and see two enthusiastic head nods and one slow shy one from my sweet Bela.

Looking back at my wife I ask to be let down and with some hesitation, she does so. “I'm going to grab my boots. I'll be back in 10 minutes, okay?” I say while walking backward to the door. ”Be safe and do keep me updated if you find anything” Alcina says as our three little girls start climbing her like a tree and she gently swats at them.

Grabbing my boots and a heavy jacket I go out through the kitchen to find the thing or things that have been bothering me.

#resident evil #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #re8 alcina #alcina x reader #resident evil alcina #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #re village #re 8 #re 8 village #resident evil village #i love her #tall wife #the bride and the ugly ass groom #type shit #god i love her #good i love women

[drowninginthoughts27]

Due to popular demand (@siriusblackfamilytrauma @certifiedl0verboy and @sixlane told me to) here are some bartylily headcanons cause I’ve been obsessing over these two recently

Sry this is A LOT and it’s all toxic bartylily which I mentioned before but I mostly came about cause I of all the people saying that fic writers shouldn’t write toxic/bad relationships so my brain automatically went to what’s the worst a relationship could be!!!

- the first vibe I thought of is just the after movies tbh like this complete rule follower girl falling for this really tatted up bad boy who’s only getting through uni cause his dad runs the place just straight up preppy x bad boy wattpad vibes yk

- barty kinda wants to change Lily for what he thinks is the better and get her more into his crowd

- lilys friends and family don’t approve of barty cause he’s an absolute asshole to anyone who isn’t Lily

- the bar is so fucking low in this relationship for both of them my god

- the other vibe is a very similar only Lily is already a bit fucked up yk

- they would probs meet at some club cause their friends introduced them

- they both have a shit ton of tattoos especially cause barty is a tattoo artist and why not (never ever get tattoos with other people it’s just a bad idea)

- they both come from money and are just bored little rich kids running around completely ignorant of reality and consequences

- they’re almost always drunk or high or both when together

- they wanna be super casual but they just can’t cause they’re both so god damn possessive

- either way their undeniably toxic and in no way meant to be end game (tho they might be but it’s just not a happily ever after and Lily picks her self up gets a divorce and ends up with Pandora or smth later on cause I said so)

- and they both 100% have daddy issues (or just family issues in general but barty is a mommas boy at heart)

- for Lily it’s never a point of changing barty or like a savior complex or anything

- they are constantly breaking up and getting back together and getting into more fights and having the best makeup sex and fighting more and crying and fighting well having sex and it’s violent and messy and just straight up terrible

- they are THE couple even though they are awful for each other cause they just always look cute in public and on the outside they seem like they have it all together even though everyone knows they most definitely don’t

Ok that’s all for now but I might come back to ramble more later :)

#I have never read a bartylily fic #but these are my thoughts #and I could probably share many more if u asked #I might make a mood board cause why not #em rambles #bartylily #barty crouch junior #lily evans

[kiankiwi]

Dad Jacob proposing to his baby momma 🥺🥺❤️

OOOH MY GOD ... I'm a very awkward person but PLEASE BARE WITH IT! IF it sucks, I'm sorry, I tried.

"Why are you acting weird?" You ask Jacob as he seems to fidget in his seat as he drives you to an unknown location. His voice wavered as he answered, "I'm not acting wEird.." His voice going high in the middle of the last word. You chuckled. "That right there shows that something's up." He sighed. "I have a surprise for you so that's why I may be acting weird. Please don't ask more, I just want you to really like it." You nodded. "Okay, just wanted to make sure you're okay." He smiled, squeezing your hand over the center console. "I'm good."

You two ended up at the beach. You looked out onto the sand and saw Jacob had already snagged a spot. "Wait, is that ours?" You pointed out to a spot that was claimed by a blanket in the sand, had a picnic basket sitting on it, a few glasses and Jacob's favorite bag full of his essentials laying there. "Yep." He said as he literally swept you off your feet in order to walk you to the blanket. You had bad sensory issues and sand was one of the very bad ones. Jacob was fine with helping you across the sand if you wanted to hang at the beach.

"I'm good." You said as Jacob set you down on the blanket and sat down across from you. "What'cha got in there?" You asked, eyeing the picnic basket. "I miiiiight have some champagne, some grapes, cheese, chocolate strawberries, yknow the usual." You gasped. "Fancy! Are we celebrating anything?" You asked. Jacob just smiled at you. "Actually...." He had to do it now. Now or he never would. And he couldn't chicken out. He physically gulped.

He shifted onto one knee. "Oh my god, Jacob, oh my god." He smiled nervously. "YN, these last four years have been my favorite of my life. When I met you on set that day when I was stuck inside Nate's head, I knew you were someone special." You nodded, you flashed back to the day you met Jacob as an assistant on Euphoria and found him having a breakdown stuck in Nate Jacob's head once some really hard scenes for his character wrapped for the day.

"This has been a long time coming. You went from my best friend to my person to my everything and even more. I knew the day I watched you bring our daughter into the world, there was no other person I wanted to do life with. You make me proud every day to call you mine. You are my confidante, my best friend. I love spending my life with you. You are my comfort. You make me feel so safe. I love spending my life with you and I can't fathom ever living another day without you there right by my side. I can't wait to see what life has in store for us as we watch our little girl grow. Will you marry me?" You could barely see through your tears as you nodded your head and fell into Jacob as you hugged onto him.

"Y-yes! Yes yes yes!" He caught you and held you close, the shoulder of your shirt getting wet from his relieved tears. "Oh my fucking god thank you. Thank you thank you thank you." He repeated as his anxiety left his body. He pulled back and cupped your face in his hands, peppering your face in kisses.

"I've had this planned for MONTHS! And I nearly almost backed out again this morning..." He chuckled and you laid down as Jacob laid on his arm, hovering above you. "I--" You were still shocked that that just happened. "I am so in love with you." He smiled and leaned down to put his nose to yours. "You're gonna be Mrs. Elordi." You smiled, your face heating up with a blush. "I am so fucking excited. I love my life with you."

Just then you heard your mother's voice behind you. "Look who's that!" And you heard your daughter's tiny voice babble at her. You looked behind you to see your mom carrying your daughter toward you on the beach. "MOM?! Did you know???" You yelled. Your mom laughed and nodded. "I knew right after Ruby was born." Jacob took your daughter from your moms arms and kissed her chubby cheek. "Baby, mommy said yes!! Mommy and daddy are getting married and you're gonna be the flower girl!" Jacob tossed Ruby up into the air and she giggled.

Your mom hugged Jacob and Ruby squeaked as she was squished in between the two people. "Welcome to the family, Jake. You know we already love you so much." Jacob smiled. "Thank you." "Alright, alright, time for a family picture!" Your mom yelled as she grabbed up her phone.

**

This actually turned out so cute!

@eee-lordy @mooodyblue

<3

#girl dad!jacob #dad!jacob #dad!jacob elordi #dad!jacob elordi fanfic #kiwiswriting #kiwisblurbs

[porchlightfairy]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

summary: Eddie gets jealous of your new friend from college.

New Life Fresh Start masterlist

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Midterms were taking a toll on you. You were spending more and more time studying at school and less and less time at home. The only time you were home was when you needed to change clothes and shower or eat something.

You’ve barely had time to spend with Eddie, only able to call him late at night saying you were at the library and would be sleeping at a friend’s on campus or something. Eddie felt bad like he couldn’t do anything to help you. Just watch as you zoom through the apartment barely giving a kiss goodbye before going back to school.

“I don’t know what I should do. I want to support her but she’s barely home enough.” Eddie says as he shuffles through the records in the store.

“She’s busy, man. College midterms are tough. You just need to be patient.” Joey claims, “Once they’re over I am sure she will be back in your arms in no time.”

“I sure hope so,” Eddie mutters still unsatisfied with the answer Joey gave.

After work, as Eddie is walking home he sees you outside of a coffee shop. He was about to approach you excitedly when he stopped. A man steps out in front of you with two coffees and then hands one to you. Who was that guy? And why did you smile like that when he gave you the cup? That smile Eddie knew all too well. His heart started to sink. He turns in another direction and decides to take a long way home.

Back at home, Eddie stays up waiting, hoping, you come home tonight. And as if god was listening to his prayers, you arrive a short while later. “Hey, Eddie baby.” You smile and drop all of your stuff at the door before jumping onto the couch and snuggling up to him. “I missed you.” You kiss his cheek.

He smiles “I missed you too. How was your day?”

“It was okay,” You mumble, “But, it’s better now that I am home with you.”

Eddie smiles then grabs your chin, kissing you, “You know, I saw you today.”

“You did? Why didn’t you come say hi?” You pout.

“Oh, I saw you with somebody. I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You must have seen me with Dave, he’s my study friend.”

Study friend. Study friend? Study Friend?! Was this the same person you were spending the night with? Some guy? Not just some guy, a guy with sophisticated clothes, a clean haircut, and intellect. How could you not want to spend more time with Dave instead of Eddie.

He purses his lips, “I’m glad you’re making friends at school.”

“Yeah, he’s been a really big help with exams and stuff. I think you would like him if you met.” Probably not.

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Eddie couldn’t help but get paranoid about you and your new friend Dave. How long would it be before you realize how much butter Dave was and dump Eddie? He sits on the rug in the living room, his head swimming with thoughts. You were off to school that day and he was all by himself riddled with anxiety.

Just then there’s a knock on the door, and he swings the door open to see Asya again. “My momma made cookies, want some?” She holds up a plate.

Eddie takes the plate, “Thanks kiddo.”

“You look worried.” She points out before skipping into the apartment.

Eddie takes a bite of a cookie, “Pretty lady has a new friend. A guy friend.”

“Okay? What’s the issue?” She cocks an eyebrow.

“He’s smart and sophisticated.” Eddie sighs, “He goes to school with her and takes her to coffee. Helps her with her homework and is all around better than me.”

“Sounds like it.” She mutters, “But she still comes home to you doesn’t she? Isn’t that what matters?”

“I guess you're right.” Eddie sighs, but one day maybe she won’t.

“Although I love to stay and make you feel better I’m gonna go back home. See ya.” She gets up and takes the plate before leaving.

Eddie chuckles, “See you around kid.”

You return home a few hours later and leap into Eddie’s arms, “I’m free!” You shout before peppering his face in kisses, “Midterms are over and we can spend more time together!”

Eddie smiles in relief, “No more late-night study groups?”

“No more late studying. I’m all yours.” You kiss him again. He smiles into the kiss and lifts you off your feet and takes you to the bedroom.

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The next morning, Eddie wakes up to the sight of you fast asleep next to him. He smiles at the sight and caresses your face. You begin to stir before pulling closer into him, “What time is it?” You mumble.

He checks the clock, “Just half past eight.”

“Oh shit,” You get up, “I told Dave, I would grab a coffee with him at ten.” You quickly stumble out of bed to get ready, Eddie’s heart sinks. He thought he had heard the last of Dave.

“Can’t you ditch? Stay in bed with me?”

“No, Eddie,” you laugh, “Dave got me through exams. I owe him big time.”

“Big time? What about me?”

“Would you like to come?” Not really, is what Eddie wanted to say but instead, he responds; “Yes”

“Perfect! I can’t wait for you to meet Dave. You’re going to like him.” You scurry to the bathroom to get ready.

Eddie grimaces when you are out of sight. While you were in the bathroom, he gets ready. Once you’re both finished you head to the local coffee shop. You hook your arm around Eddie’s as you sit and wait for Dave.

You look over to see Eddie’s deflated expression. “Hey, what’s the matter?” You nudge him.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” He waves it off.

“No, but you look upset.” You tug at him, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I promise… I just—” Before Eddie could truly answer Dave arrived at your table.

“Sorry I’m late, study buddy.” Dave smiles at you.

You stand up and give him a hug. Eddie feels a twang in his stomach. Once you let go Dave looks at Eddie. Eddie doesn’t stand and just sticks out his hand for Dave to shake, “Eddie.”

Dave takes his hand, “Dave.”

You sit back down and glare at Eddie. Dave sits across from you and starts small talk. Eddie couldn’t help but feel left out as you talk about school. Eddie was taking night school for his GED so this college jargon was flying over his head. But he notices the way Dave looks at you. He started to feel uncomfortable and his knee started to bounce rapidly.

As you talk, you notice Eddie’s composure. He is digging his nails into the table and he doesn’t appear to be listening . You’re saddened but you don’t let it show on you face. After the coffee shop you, Dave leaves and you head home.

Back in the apartment you read on the couch as Eddie silently makes lunch. He still has that sullen look on his face. “Did you like Dave?” You ask.

“He’s alright.” He shrugs

“Just alright?”

“He helped you with your tests.” He says, “I’m grateful.”

“But is that all?”

“Yes? What else is there?”

“Well, I don’t think you actually like him.”

“What’s not to like? He’s smart, rich, and attractive. You spend all your time with him.” He looks at you like he’s in love. He’s the whole package.”

You look at him taken aback, “Are you… Are you jealous?”

Eddie grumbles, “Maybe I am.”

You stand up and walk over to him, “Oh baby, you don’t have to be jealous. Dave is nothing like you and —”

“That’s what I’m worried about. You’ll find someone who's not like me. Not a wanted fugitive, not a high school dropout struggling to get a GED, somebody who is smart, getting a college degree, dammit!” His voice cracks, “We can’t go out in public too long or else I might get recognized. I feel like deadweight here. I’m holding you back and I am afraid you’ll come to the same conclusion and leave.” Instantly, you grab Eddie and hug him tightly. You feel pricks of water trickle onto your shoulder. He mumbles, “I don’t know what I’d do if you left me.”

“I would never,” You pet his head, “I’m not leaving. Never leaving.”

“I love you so much.” He whimpers.

“I love you always and forever baby.” You move your hands to his cheeks so he can look at you, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You continue to soothe Eddie into the late night. You lay in bed rubbing his bare back. Your hands gently graze over the scars that decorated his body. He is completely relaxed in your lap, “I promised you to keep you safe. To stay with you through all of this. I love you too much to break that promise.” You kiss the top of his head before turning before turning off the light.

#New Life Fresh Start #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic

[chrisevansonly]

Arlie Goes To The Paediatrician (Little Duck Au🐥💛)

Pairing: Momma Evans (Female Reader) x Arlie Mae Evans

Summary: It’s Arlie’s annual checkup with her lovely paediatrician, this time Momma’s got some questions about her speech, and Arlie’s got lots of hope she’ll get one of those rainbow-coloured lolly pops!

Warnings: no warnings, doctor talk, some medical stuff, just very precious Arlie and her caring Momma<3

A/N: I postponed this for a little while because I just didn’t feel like writing anything, but I finally had the time to sit down and get some work done so here we are!

Word Count: 831

The doctor’s office was the one place in the world a kid would normally hate, the slight smell of hand sanitizer, the noises, other children crying or throwing tantrums, well every kid but Arlie. You don’t know when it started, and you had a pretty good feeling it had to do with Dr. Charlie, who was one of the best paediatricians you and Chris had ever met, but Arlie loved coming to the doctor. She sat quietly beside you, playing a game on her iPad, which was only ever used in situations where you would be waiting around for a while, you sifted through some quick emails, and made sure to keep Chris updated on what was going on throughout the morning

“Arlie Evans?”

You looked up and smiled at Dr. Charlie, before leaning over to Arlie 

“Okay baby, let’s go see the doctor!”

“Okay momma”

Arlie handed you her tablet and you slipped it into your purse before taking her hand and going towards the exam room, Arlie of course took her usual spot up on the big purple exam table, kicking her legs gently 

“Alright, how are you today miss Arlie?”

“I’m good, can I have ‘wainbow lollipop?”

Dr. Charlie laughed as she sat down on her rolling chair with her clipboard 

“As soon as we’re done, you can pick any one you’d like, okay?”

She nodded and then the doctor turned to face you, getting her pen and clip board ready 

“So how is everything going at home Y/N?”

You crossed one leg over the other smiling in Arlie’s direction while she played with some of the fidgets that Dr. Charlie had given her 

“Everything’s been good, a little hectic with the new baby on the way, but she’s been eating well, getting lots of sleep, I guess our only concern is just her speech right now? She seems to be having a difficult time with pronouncing her R’s and certain syllables”

The doctor nodded making some notes 

“Yes, that’s right, congratulations to you and your husband of course that’s very exciting!”

“Thank you, yeah we are very thrilled”

You watched her make a few notes before she paused to look at you 

“As far as speech goes, it is normal for kids to sometimes have a harder time pronouncing letters or certain sounds, but seeing as she is turning 4 in April, there are a few questions I do have, it could just be that she is developing slower, she may have a slight speech impediment, but the one thing I will rule out now is the chance of her being tongue tied. We’ve had this discussion before, so that isn’t a factor in it”

You nodded feeling a bit relived it wasn’t anything that would require the potential for a surgery or procedure of any capacity

“Well, that’s certainly good to hear, is there anything we can do to kind of help her with those words or sounds?”

Dr. Charlie nodded again 

“Yes, so you can just keep working with her on words she has trouble with or sounds, really take your time and help her hear how the word sounds and then get her to repeat it back! If there is ever a continued issue where it becomes more prevalent when she’s older you can look into a speech therapist, but I highly doubt she will need one!”

“Okay, that’s perfect we can definitely do that!”

Dr. Charlie then moved on to finish Arlie’s exam, checking her height, weight, listening to her heart and lungs, checking her ears and her eyes, all while she asked questions about the tools being used, she’d always been such a curious girl and you knew she definitely got that from Chris. Once everything was done, Dr. Charlie gave you a few handouts and tips for working on Arlie’s speech, as well as some baby materials for baby boy, Arlie waiting patiently to get her lollipop

“Momma I pick lollipop now pwease?”

You chuckled moving some hair out of her eyes before nodding 

“Yeah baby, go pick one out”

She clapped her hands excitedly, getting down from the table and going over to pick one of the sweets from the jar, showing you proudly when she’d chosen one 

“That looks perfect my love, ready to go?”

“Let’s go Momma, thank you doctor chawlie!”

Dr. Charlie smiled giving Arlie a high five before holding the door open for the two of you

“You are very welcome miss Arlie, we’ll see you guys in a few months!”

You said your goodbyes and made sure to book another appointment up at the front this time for baby number 2, you’d come in before he was born to start a file and get any notes from the paediatrician that you’d need when he arrived. Arlie was more than happy with her rainbow lollipop and couldn’t wait to show daddy all of the colours, that is if she didn’t finish it on the drive home. 

#little duck au💛🐥 #little duck head cannons🐥💛 #little duck 💛🐥 #momma & arlie mae #momma x arlie mae #momma x little duck 💛🐥 #chris evans & momma evans #chris evans x momma evans #chris evans x arlie mae #chris evans x little duck💛🐥 #chris evans & arlie mae #rueswrites #ruesfriends💛 #chris evans x pregnant!reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x wife reader #chris evans x reader

[v3nusxsky]

Oooh, I have an idea :D do you think you can maybe do a comfort fic of Larissa? Maybe a student is getting bullied by the other furs for not wolfing out? And Enid reports them to larissa and she takes care of it and comforts the student?? :o

Late bloomer| h&c

*Authors note~ this was such a sweet idea and I can definitely imagine it happening in the show. Momma Isa is top tier*

Trigger warnings~ bullying mentions of lycanthropy camps

Prompt~see ask^^^^^

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Being a wearwolf was meant to be great, a pack that would be your family no matter what, through the good and the bad times, someone to accept you for who you are and guide you through it. Then when you were of age, you'd find a mate and be happy for life. That's how it was meant to go, but for you? No. You're own back we're losing faith in you, that you won't ever wolf out, the prospect of being a lone wolf and rejected from your pack absolutely terrifying you.

You knew you weren't the only student at Nevermore with this issue but Enid had now wolfed out since the whole Crackstone issue leaving you alone now. At least her situation made sense, she had to wait for a blood moon due to her rank in the pack, she was going to be powerful one day even if no one believed it. They would all regret teasing her the way they still tease you. Normally that would give you hope, after all you were only a few months younger than Enid, you still had time but with everyone pressuring you, it seemed like it was never going to happen.

You always felt a little different but this was worse some how, there was a specific group of wolves that decided you would be fun to ridicule, after all a wolf who can't wolf out, not really a wolf at all right? Well that's how they saw it, when your parents confronted you over sending you to a conversion camp for wolves you couldn't help but feel like a disappointment. So you did the only thing you knew how, you ran away from them, from the school, from every horrid feeling that was clawing it's way over your body.

Little did you know, Enid Sinclair was worried about you, and overhearing what your parents had said really brought back memories of her own, where she felt lost and hopeless so with her girlfriend in tow she went and found her saving grace. Larissa Weems, headmistress of Nevermore, was no stranger to feeling alien amongst your own kind, so when she saw how Enid was struggling she was there for her. Now Enid freely opened up and sought the woman out for comfort, even Wednesday had began to open up, just a crack but it was there. Enid gave her the run down on what she knew and Wednesday even managed to chirp in about how she heard some girls teasing over them being in heat and so desired while you remained unwanted. Truthfully, hearing all this broke her heart, you were going through it alone unlike Enid who had Wednesday and you didn't feel you could come to her. She had to fix that.

After thanking and dismissing the girls she immediately set off to where Enid said you'd be hiding, you thought of questioning how she knew but a blank stare from Wednesday squashed that idea.  She found you crouched down sobbing, tucked away in the abandoned dance hall. The juxtaposition between the massive space and you hiding yourself in the corner showing just how small and hurt you were.

"Darling? Are you okay?" She murmured to you, you thought of lying, but what good would it do? All you did was sob harder and curl even more into yourself mumbling about how you were such a disappointment and a failure as a wolf. Normally you'd question how she found you but you remember the only other person who knows of this space is a certain blonde haired wolf with blue and pink ends. Larissa moved to crouch down in front of you and gently guided your chin so she could hold your gaze, "you darling, are not a disappointment. Not at all. Your smart kind and so I'm told really funny. You have such a beautiful soul and heart darling. Everyone does things on their own timelines and that's okay. You're just a "late" bloomer" she really put emphasis on the fact it's okay. "They want to send me to a camp" you whimpered allowing the woman to wipe your tears with the pad of her thumbs, "i don't want to go. I've heard things about them."

"Hey, you don't have to or need to go darling, I'll make sure you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I don't agree with those camps, shall I let you in on a secret little pup?" You nodded sniffling trying to believe her words. "When I was your age, I couldn't control my shifting. I often would accidentally shift parts of my body and panic being stuck in that shift. Now imagine my surprise when I suddenly grew a body part that shouldn't be there. I panicked and the people around me laughed. Another time I was in bounty and I accidentally shifted my head into a flower." You couldn't help but giggle at that and Larissa joined you happy to see that smile back on your face, "the point is it took me so much longer to control the ability because of all the pressure I put on myself, I wanted to be like everyone else but now I'm glad I did things on my own timeline. I'm one of the better shifters due to being the last to control it. It helps if you have someone safe to help guide you. I know Enid is worried for you love and I'm here too. You aren't alone."

You threw yourself into her arms, the force knocking her over slightly as she wrapped her arms around you. "You're safe pup" she murmured rubbing your back. That's when you felt it, a pop above your head. You'd just got your ears. The shock on your face told Larissa this was a new experience for you so she made sure to reassure, comfort and praise you, much like her teacher did for her back in the day. "That's it pup, you just have to be ready to accept you for you, rushing yourself will only suppress your Wolf more." And it turned out Larissa Weems was right, under her and Enid's helpful wings you were wolfing out by the end of the school year.

Word count| 1132

#fanfic #anon answered #larissa weems #principal larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa x you #larissa weems x reader #enid sinclair #wednsday addams #wednesday netflix #anon requests

[someone-took-lost]

new round! new day! let’s go with some more concepts !!

this time, i don’t believe any will make the final cut. but i will admit, this was with some intention. i wanted to test alternative designs, and so all of these guys are for sale! except for sorbet, who will remain in limbo until i can figure out a way to keep them in story <3

but until then, here is their mini descriptions i’ve made for ‘em !

windswept rainbow [she/her|lesbian|youngest]

a bit of an airhead, but sweeter than pie, windy is the delightful voice of the conversation that truly, truly wants good things to come about. instead of any negativity. she’s a naive little filly, who isn’t shy about handling conflicts. but she sure as heck isn’t going to be starting any! she’s a bit of an avoider of issues. but really it’s just cause she dislikes yelling. windy loves the outdoors, and sharing it with people. she dreams of one day becoming a flight instructor for foals who are late bloomers. and watches her momma help with physical therapy every chance she gets.

sunny side [he/him|gay|oldest]

loud, obnoxious, kind of an asshole at every turn. you’d think there’d be any sort of indication that this ball of self centered fluff has any interest in anyone but himself. but unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to be that way. he prides himself a singer, who doesn’t in anyway act shy of that fact. sunny can frequently be found auditioning for operas, musical theatre, concerts, anything that results in attention for himself. and that’s just the start! perhaps he shall learn to dance as well? oh but surely he would put many out of fame if he did so increase his skillset. whatever will this narcissist do?

bluebird blaze [they/he|queer gay|middle]

soft spoken, elegant in step and in demeanor. blue is the level headed , voice of reason to most who they come across. despite their bright colors, and stunning eyes. blue leans more towards the background when they can, so long as they can help others shine. it’s a win win right? while this laid back, sweet and advice centered personality helps them in making connections. and helping others find their path. blue doesn’t quite have that pony for them, as they find themself a bit aimless as time goes on. a heavy lack of determination for any new seeking of skill. which doesn’t bother them, but it’s not exactly a healthy mindset either.

sorbet [she/they|pancurious|younger middle]

“troublemaker. that’s what this girly has written all over.”that’s exactly what her mother said right as sorbet came out of the womb. and that statement wasn’t entirely wrong- as sorbet is frequently found making mischief for more than just herself. with a bit of a sharp tongue, and sharper eyes. sorbet can be seen through the week zipping around, finding new ways to enjoy herself and perhaps. exploit those around her? who knows! haha- that charisma and charm isn’t for nothing, after all. ya know? if charming, why not charm?

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[marsthebabie]

Work trip

Wilhelmina Venable x Cordelia Goode x reader 

Tw: Attachment issues, maybe cussing, Mina being mean.

Momma is Mina

Mommy is Cordelia

"NO! Please mommy! Please don't go" I cry holding onto Mommy's dress. "Baby please let go of my dress. I have to go. I'll be back soon. I promise" Mommy says trying to leave. I just cry harder as Momma removes my fingers from Mommy's dress. "Come on Angel let mommy go. She has to go on a work trip" Momma says softly to me. I reach my hands out to mommy as I sob loudly. Mommy kisses me on the head quickly before walking out the door with her suitcase.

"It's okay Love. Shh easy baby" Momma says stroking my hair . Usually I wouldn't do this but I want Mommy. I smack momma's hand away and I instantly regret it knowing what happens when I act up. Momma swiftly picks me up and sets me down in the corner. " 3 minuets in time out. We do not hit" Momma says walking away. I curl up in the corner and cry missing my mommy so much. Momma comes back when my time is up. She sighs as she watches me cry. "Oh honey. She'll be back don't worry" Momma says but I just continue to cry. I decide to crawl to the front door and wait for mommy to come home. After a while momma comes to me.

"Alright Y/N this is enough. Come on" Momma says sternly. I don't move an inch. Momma sighs before picking me up. I thrash around in her arms and start sobbing loudly. "P-put me down! I need to waits for mommy" I cry. "Y/N, you need to stop this. Just grow up for pete's sake" Momma spits out. I manage to get out of her hold. "I hate you! You a big meanie" I yell before running to my room sobbing  and slamming the door shut. I curl up on the bed with the shirt that mommy wore because it smells like her. I sobbed into her shirt and I eventually fall asleep from crying. I wake up to someone calling my name and a hand stroking my hair. I sit up and see momma. I instantly start sobbing and I wrap my arms around her.

"I'm so sorry momma! I don't hate you. I'm so sorry momma! Please don't leave me" I say sobbing into her chest. She wraps her arms around me and softly rubs my back. "Shh it's okay sweetling. And baby, I would never hate you or leave you for anything. You are way too important to me. And I love you so much. I'm sorry for being mean and not understanding cutie"Momma says softly. I cuddle close to her and we decide to watch movies together for the rest of the day. A couple of days go by and Momma and I are cuddling on the couch.

When all of a sudden I hear the door unlock and I quickly sit up. I stare at the front door as it opens and in comes mommy. I quickly get up tripping on a blanket and I get up and run into mommy's arms. "Mommy"I beam wrapping my arms around her. She shuts the door and picks me up. I hold onto her tighter as I start sobbing into her hair. "Oh honey don't cry" She says sweetly. "I-I sowwy..I-i jwust miss chu so much" I say sobbing. "Aw baby, I missed you too" Mommy says kissing my head.Mommy carried me to the couch and sat down next to momma. I soon stop crying and start playing with mommy's hair. "How was she" Mommy asked momma making me pause and look at momma. "we had...some issues. But this little angel and I worked through it and she behaved very well" Momma says winking at me making me giggle.

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