#my baby won’t be dead unless I say so

[pupkashi]

Can I get the prompt “pulling them closer when a cool breeze hits you both outside” (i think from lost water?) with fushiguro megumi?

hi friend i hope you enjoy this :3 <33 i set this around fall time i hope that’s okay ! :]

megumi had told you to bring a jacket, telling you that by the time you’d both arrive to the pumpkin patch it would be colder than it was.

‘gumi it’s not gonna get that much colder! plus i don’t wanna ruin my outfit’ you pouted, he only rolls his eyes, grabbing his jacket and slipping it on.

you were trying you best to hide your shivers, not wanting hear him say ‘told you so’ with that stupid smirk on his face. the two of you strolling down the rows of pumpkins, snapping pictures and giggling as you tried to find the perfect one to take home.

it’s when a colder breeze comes through that you’re shaking a bit, megumi almost instinctively pulling you into his side, blushing a bit when he realized how tightly he was holding you.

“sorry” he mumbles, his shy smile turning into a knowing one when he realizes that you weren’t budging. “are you cold babe?” he teases, your nose turning a bit pink as you scoff, reluctantly pulling away from his warm body.

“i told you i wasn’t gonna get cold” you quip back, crossing your arms across your chest, thankful for the little warmth the position granted you. “this pumpkin looks great!” you smile, trying to tear megumis gaze from your shivering face.

“mhmm, maybe that’s the one” he smiles, his eyes still on you. he knows you won’t admit how cold you are, not when you’re stubbornly trying to prove a point.

“great let’s go home!” you grin, already taking the pumpkin in your arms and walking away when your boyfriend stops you.

“we haven’t even gone to the corn maze!” he’s smirking when you shiver a bit more, holding yourself a bit tighter. “unless you’re too cold to go?” you’re narrowing your eyes at his words.

“course not, in fact it’s a little warm” you sigh, megumi rolls his eyes at your words, another cool breeze rolling through that has you wrapping your arms against yourself ever tighter.

“you’re so annoying” he laughs, shrugging his jacket off and placing it on your shoulders, pulling you into his side and taking the pumpkin from your hold. “i know you can barely feel your fingers” you’re about to open your mouth when he cuts you off.

“don’t worry baby, you didn’t ask for my jacket, i just felt like giving it to you” you’re pouting at his softly, you wanna have a smart comeback, you wanna take the jacket off to prove a point.

but it’s so warm and it smells like him and now you can stay for the corn maze and the fair games.

“let the record show i didn’t even say i was cold” you mumble, still close to his side as the two of you enter the corn maze, smiling up at him as he pulls you even closer to him by the waist, stopping at a dead end and looking down at you.

“no you didn’t, you’re too stubborn to ever say that” he grins, pressing a kiss to your cold cheeks, “don’t worry i won’t tell” he’s laughing a bit as he kisses your nose.

“you can have it back im fine no-” you begin to shrug the jacket off stopping when his hands cup your cheeks and his lips meet yours, smiling into the kiss when you tug at his shirt a bit.

“how about we finish the corn maze get some hot chocolate and okay some fair games?” he suggests, slipping his somehow warm hand in yours.

“okay” you smile, face warm from the kiss, giggling when you notice how red his nose looks.

he’s holding you a bit tighter when the wind blows again, clenching his jaw to stop his teeth from chattering, “you should’ve brought a jacket gumi, it’s cold out” you giggle, loving the way he’s turning to you with a faux annoyed expression.

“let me take my jacket back then” he says, making a move to tug his jacket off you. but you’re running away from him before he can, laughing as he chases you, turning all the wrong corners before trying to distract him at dead ends, cheering when you both finally reach the exit.

megumi’s grabbing you by the waist, picking you up and spinning you around as you laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead before walking hand and hand to the hot chocolate stand.

“gumi?”

“yes baby?”

“where’s the pumpkin?”

his eyes go wide, darting from your face to the corn maze, his cheeks are flushed and his ears burn from the blush on his face.

“i let you borrow my jacket” he defends, a shy smile on his face when he kisses your cheek.

you can’t be mad at him, not when there’s hundreds more pumpkins to choose from and you have the pleasure of megumi helping you choose one.

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[whyse7vn]

RUMOURS -

[ot7 x reader]

3D OUT NOW!

8 participants - 8 online

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tae: guys be honest am i puppy coded

jin: you are rat coded

tae: no i’m not guys tell him i’m not

jk: cheese

hobi: GUYS DID YOU SEE THE STATEMENT BIGHIT JUST PUT OUT FOR THE Y/N AND YOONGI DATING RUMOURS???????

jimin: the what?

jk: THE WHAT?

tae: arf?

jin: you can’t force the puppy lifestyle

tae: you don’t know anything

guys tell him he knows nothing

jimin: were they not just fighting like???

namjoon: they made a statement about it?

tae: but bighit denied it right?

jk: RIGHT?

hobi: THATS THE CRAZY PART

jimin: no fucking way

jk: STOP LYING

namjoon: but they were literally just in a meeting about it?

like i’m not joking like 10 minutes ago they were in the conference room

they had to deny it no?

jk: RIGHT TELL HIM NAMJOON

namjoon: unless theyre actually together

jk: nO NO

NOT TRUE

TRUST ME

hobi: Hello.

This is BIGHIT MUSIC.

We would like to inform our fans that we as a company do not control relationships our artists may engage in.

This is in relation to the recent rumours concerning BTS SUGA and Y/n.

As this is a matter that concerns our artists personal lives we can not confirm or deny these rumours.

We ask that fans to respect both artists privacy and remind you that our company will spare no effort in providing legal support for our artists if it is needed.

We ask you for your continued love and support for both SUGA and Y/n and and a reminder that fellow BTS member Jungkook releases his solo single “3D” featuring Jack Harlow on September 29th.

IS THIS NOT INSANE

jin: the jungkook plug at the end???

jk: SO ITS NOT TRUE

THEY ARE NOT TOGETHER

namjoon: oh

tae: they could be

jimin: @ y/n @ yoongi wya

are you together? be honest

y/n: hiiiiiiiiiiii

jk: hiiiiiiiiiiiiii

yoongi: hello

jk: kill yourself

tae: babe tell me why you didn’t tell them to deny it

look me in the eyes

tell me the truth baby it’s just you and me

namjoon: we are in a gc

tae: you and me angle

jin: do you mean angel you fucking idiot

tae: baby 🥺

who is this man??

namjoon: i am curious tho

why didn’t you deny?

y/n: no point

tae: the point is we are in love

hobi: ok but are you together?

yoongi: who knows

jimin: obviously you fucking stupid bitch

jin: he wanna be mysterious so bad 😭

jk: this is not true

i won’t accept this

I WONT

namjoon: soooo

yoongi: it’s lowkey true anyways

namjoon: it is?

tae: IT IS???????

jk: NOT

IT IS NOT TRUE

THATS WHAT HES SAYING

yoongi: that is not what i’m saying

jimin: ur officially together?

y/n: we are not

yoongi: yet

y/n: yoongi!!!

yoongi: :3

jin: ew ok i want to throw up

hobi: i can’t stand you guys already

tae: i’m in a wheelchair actually

thanks a lot guys

namjoon: ok

jk: NOT OK

jimin: so scoups wasn’t the one for you then?

or mingyu?

jungkook???

or that san guy

not even minho????

i liked minho

shownu?

OH what about the young one

what was his name again

??

OH MARK

what happened to mark?

hobi: OMG WHAT ABOUT BAEKHYUN????

tae: YOU FUCKED WITH BAEKHYUN AND NOT ME??

WHEN

TELL ME WHEN

PLEASE DONT TELL ME IT WAS IN THE 2014-2016 TIMELINE

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

IT WAS WASN’T IT

OH MY GOD IM GONNA THROW UP

THROWING UP AS I TYPE

BELHHHHHHHH 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤢🤮🤮

namjoon: shut the fuck up

y/n: leave me alone

half of that list is a lie anyways

i am not a whore!

jimin: lowkey a lie but ok!

namjoon: jimin

jimin: what???

i still support my queen like yess you go girl catch flights not feelings or whatever the girls are saying these days

jin: y/n how do you not have like stds ?

yoongi: wtf is wrong with you

y/n: CUz IM NOT A WHORE

i don’t just fuck anybody

jimin: lied again cuz wtf is jungkook?

hobi: dead by now

probably

y/n: kook is special don’t be mean

jk: hehe i am >.<

hobi: what did i fuck did i tell you about heheing in this gc

jk: srry

jin: jungkook needs to be like deeply studied like he’s actually not fucking right and it’s scary

i’m scared

like how are you ignoring the fact that the girl you in love with is in your face basically claiming another man

and not just any man literally one of your closet friends

like the fact you can forget all of that after one compliment from her is insane

you are insane

jk: no i’m special tell him y/n

y/n: my special boy <3

jk: HEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHDHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

yoongi: we are not close friends btw

y/n: don’t start

yoongi: :3

tae: ok idc can you deny the rumours now

jk: PLEASE

yoongi: no

namjoon: as much as i for what ever you guys have got going on i really think you should deny the rumours

yoongi: no

jk: YEAH

WOOO PUT UR FOOT DOWN JOON

TELL HIM

TELL HIM

WOOO WOOO

I LOVE KIM NAMJOON

tae: ???

why are you for what they have going on please pick a fucking side namjoon you cannot be the middle man

namjoon: can you guys shut up for 2

seconds

tae: 1

jungkook say 2

jk: 2

tae: we did

namjoon: you really didn’t

hobi: JUNGKOOK YOU HEHEED AGAIN YOU BETTER STOP ONE MORE TIME AND ILL GET PHYSICAL

jk: i’m sorry 😢

namjoon: anyways as i was saying i think it would be better to deny the the rumours now for y/ns sake she gets enough hate as it is and this will really only add to it

jimin: wait ur kinda right my poor girl :/

tae: i can give her love dw

come into my arms baby

cum 2 me

yoongi: kill yourself

jk: ILL PROTECT YOU Y/N

y/n: means the world jk

jk: AHHHHHHH :DDDDDDDD

yoongi: he’s lame

y/n: don’t

yoongi: :3

y/n: and thank you for ur concern joonie but i’m literally in a dating scandal every other week there’s honestly no point the hate was bound to come anyways

and plus the love out weighs the hate so i’m sosososo good

namjoon: i don’t believe you but ok

hobi: LMAOOOO

sorry not funny

tae: weak ass fucking leader ohmy god

where is ur sense of authority

where is ur dominance?

hobi: stop talking

y/n: we do not want to hear ur furry talk

tae: THAT IS NO WAY TO TALK TO YOUR ALPHA YOUNG LADY

now come here let me scent you

hobi: actually end your life

y/n: please

yoongi: come over

jin: geez buy me dinner first

jimin: fat bitch

jin: im literally gonna put this on twitter and get you cancelled

jimin: noooo not to ur 13 followers my career is done for i’m telling you

hobi: what’s ur eta what’s ur eta

jk: idk et sorry

and also idk who a is either

i’m sorry

hobi: LEAVE ME ALONE

jk: i said i was sorry

i hope u find them

hobi: i have a gun to ur head in my mind rn

jk: don’t shoot 😂

wrong emoji

*🥲

PLEASE I HAVE A FAMILY

jimin: of lice

jin: omg rice sounds so good rn

jimin: i said lice wow ur actually fat

jin: NAMJOON TELL HIM HES BEING PROBLEMATIC

namjoon: jimin ur being problematic

jimin: namjoon tell him he’s being big

namjoon: go away please

tae: ok why have the rumours not been denied

y/n: why are we back to this

yoongi: she wants me that’s why

jk: NO

NO

NO TRUE

ARE YOU HER SPECIAL BOY

YOU ARE NOT

BECAUSE I AM

AND I HAVE PROOF

SO SHUT THE HELL UP

yoongi: thats cool and all but where are your dating rumours?

jk: SHUT THE HELL UP SHUT THE HELL UPPPPPPPP

y/n: stop being losers

jk: i’m in love with you

yoongi: :3

jin: insanity

tae: yoongi say something for me rq

yoongi: no

tae:

hobi: HELPPPPOO

jimin: LMAO

y/n: PLS

yoongi: ur actually a child and i do not use light mode so this just looks stupid

jin: was still funny with dark mode

yoongi: no it wasn’t

tae: it was

everyone laughed

don’t be mad i made everyone laugh

cuz u know u could NEVER

yoongi: namjoon didn’t laugh

tae: namjoon isn’t even a man

namjoon: ???

jk: i use light mode

jimin: what

jin: omg

hobi: ew

yoongi: as expected

tae: bro

y/n: kookie…

jk: IS THAT BAD OHMYGOD IS IT BAD HOW DO I CHANGE IT?? IS THAT BAD

AM I A BAD PERSON

I AM

I AM

I KNOW I AM

I SHOULD BE LOCKED UP

THEY NEED TO LOCK ME UP

PLEASE LOCK ME UP

NO JUST KILL ME

JUST KILL ME AND LET ME ROT

NO TORTURE ME

MAKE SURE IT HURTS REAL BAD

AND THEN LIKE

COOK BAM INFRONT OF ME AND MAKE ME EAT HIM AS I BEG YOU ALL TO STOP AND I START THROWING UP

THEN CHOKE ME UNTIL I CANT BREATE AND WATCH AS THE LIFE SLOWLY LEAVES MY EYES

namjoon: what the fuck

y/n: what did bam do

tae: that’s pretty messed up

jin: are you ok?

jimin: …

yoongi: fucking freak

hobi: woah

jk: punish me

namjoon: clam down

jk: please

y/n: crazy!

jk: kiss me

i know i don’t deserve it but kiss me

yoongi: go away

tae: kiss me

jk: NO

tae: ngl i’m sick of hoseok guys

hobi: what did i do

tae: leave me alone

hobi: i’m literally having sex with ur mother rn

tae: OMG????

PLS NO

namjoon: both of you just shut up please

hobi: you saw how he came for me for no reason and ur telling me to shut up??

are u fr rn…

i feel so betrayed rn

jimin: horny rn

y/n: gross

jimin: come fix it

yoongi: shut the fuck up

jk: DON’T SPEAK TO HER LIKE THAT

namjoon: i have a headache

jin: shut the hell up

namjoon left “3D OUT NOW!!”

y/n: wow jin

jk: namjoon :(

jimin: jin wtf did you do

hobi: what the hell seokjin

tae: ofc it was jin

yoongi: big jin L

jin: IT WASN’T MY FALUT

HE WAS WHINING LIKE A BITCH

jk: you should apologise

tae: bully

y/n: poor joonie

jimin: say sorry

hobi: always so mean for no reason

yoongi: 👎🏻

jin: u guys are actually not right in the head leave me alone

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[lovelykhaleesiii]

Bound To You.

PAIRING: Modern!Dad!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 2,605.

SUMMARY: Domestic life with Aegon has been bliss thus far, yet there’s still one, pestering thing troubling his mind, and he won’t rest until he hears the word “yes”...

WARNINGS: nil.

A/N - I give you (chubby) Dad!Aegon!!! cause what’s more fluffier than DILF AEG?! I hope you all enjoy it! it’s not my finest work but the concept warms my heart, I hope it does yours xoxo

The long anticipated birthday was looming near, your birthday specifically, and Aegon was dead set on spoiling you, like never before, on your special day.

Since you’d both crossed paths in life, since your time in college, ultimately becoming romantically involved, he was eager to spoil you with a lavish, comfortable lifestyle, and costly gifts whatever the occasion may be. Growing up from wealth had its advantages, for instance price tags were never an issue…

Although, now 4 years down the line, you now had a third party entwined in your relationship: a beautiful, baby girl. She was only just at the cusp of entering her “terrible twos” and thus far, she was a god-sent angel. She had her father’s unique, ancestral Targaryen features: the violet eyes, platinum silver hair, and yet, her delicate details, the shape of her eyes and nose, made her a carbon copy of you.

Aegon was utterly smitten with her the moment you’d given birth: a grueling one yet worth every agonizing second. He was infatuated by her: her tiny frame engulfed by his massive size, the way her little fingers just managed to grip his pudgy pinky, and yet, he was ever so tender and cautious with her. He refused to let anyone near her proximity as she slept peacefully in the bassinet, let alone hold her, unless it was himself, you or his dearest mother to whom he trusted. Determined not to take any risks with his little princess, he was annoyingly protective over her. Even more so, he had more ammunition to spend his money carelessly. Whenever you guys were out and about, his wandering eyes would spot something precious that he felt his daughter just had to have.

“Oh Y/N, she would look the sweetest in this! Please! You can’t deny, she’d look so adorable!”

“C’mon hun, look at how she loves to play with it already! If I take it away, she’ll hate me!”

“Aeg she’s only 1, she has no use for so many clothes and toys that she’ll definitely outgrow and most likely out-love-”

Yet, there was no point in arguing, it was like talking to a brick wall. Aegon was stubborn with his ways, especially when it came to his little girl. It only heightened after eventually discovering that her first word was inevitably “Dada”, it drove Aegon ballistic, like he’d won the lottery, and the endless bragging that followed.

“Y/N did you hear that?! You heard it right? Grab me my phone- Say it again, princess!”

She was Daddy’s little, precious girl, that you could say with the greatest certainty.

****

“Bubba, now what are we going to get for Mumma?” Aegon softly coos, just above a whisper so only his little girl can hear, as he playfully bops her in his thick arms.

Too distracted with her new tiny doll, that Aegon sporadically caved in and bought just moments ago, he nervously glances over the stainless glass desk, an array of glistening jewels of all gems, carats and cuts, laid methodically out before him. If he could [more so if you would have allowed for it], he would buy the whole store out for you, although your prior prep talk a month ago, you made Aegon promise not to go above and beyond for such occasions.

“Is there anything I can help you with Sir?” The sudden, polite voice startled Aegon awake from the distraction of his own, deep thoughts, caught in a dilemma of what to choose. Met with the friendly smile of a middle-aged clerk woman, he returned the favor, even prompting his little girl to say “hi”, before she shyly buried her face against his chest, as he resumed explaining the situation at hand. After thoroughly inquiring, presenting Aegon with countless of stunning necklaces and bracelets, Aegon remained unconvinced.

“So sorry, how long did you say you’ve been with your wife for?” The saleswoman intrigued as she set aside the row of jewels Aegon had politely declined.

“Oh-Oh we’re not married. J-Just have a baby together… I mean not that I-I don’t or wouldn’t plan to, I just haven’t exactly decided when or how I’d ask.”

“Interesting- I mean I don’t mean to pry, I just assumed 4 years down the line, with a little one, perhaps she is expecting something soon… It seems you guys are pretty adaptable, go with the flow type of people. If you ask me, I think a potential engagement ring or even a promise ring, if you wish to buy some more time for a plan, would really surprise her in all the right ways.”

Spiraling in his own thoughts and memories, Aegon reminisced his relationship with you from the beginning. There was brutal truth to the stranger’s words, your relationship was neither premeditated nor were you each other’s type. In theory, on paper, Aegon and yourself would not work well, and yet against all odds you’d proven otherwise. Change and compromise, as you had always reasoned. As much as he hated to admit, neither was his little princess a planned circumstance… You’d fallen pregnant without thought, sometime after graduation and despite the fears and worries that parenthood foreshadowed, knowing you had each other to support and rely on, without the fear of abandonment, Aegon was comforted by the prospect of fatherhood.

“Sorry, Sir-I didn’t mean to meddle in your affairs. I was just suggesting perhaps-”

“No-No, it’s fine. If anything, you’ve just given me a reality check. I-uh-If it’s alright, I would very much like to see the rings, please? Hate to take up so much of your time.”

“Not a problem at all, Sir. Of course, I have just the perfect set in mind-” As the woman warmly agrees, she skims away momentarily, unlocking and bustling through the shelves of a drawer. In the meantime, Aegon’s little girl grows more and more restless in his arms, her little legs kicking and sprawling against Aegon’s plush tummy [he had grown quite a Dad bod, since fathering his first child, suffering from more cravings during your pregnancy than you]. Bored from the entertainment her doll had occupied her with, she now craved for her Daddy’s attention, eager to see what had kept him busy.

“I know, I know, baby. Home soon-” He softly whispers into her tiny ear, gently brushing her thick, platinum waves out of her eyes, as she nestles her tiny head onto his collar. Planting a small, faint kiss atop her head, her presence helped to reaffirm his decision.

“Finish getting Mumma a present, and then it’s nap time for you, hmm?”

****

“Surprise baby! Happy Birthday!” Aegon excitedly shouted, standing by the dining table with his baby securely wrapped in his arm: his other free hand warmly embracing your body.

The sight before you was, indeed, a welcoming one, quite rewarding after a tiresome, stressful day at work. Aegon had organized and prepared a feast for just the three of you all, desperate for something small, and intimate, any other festivities could wait for the weekend. He’d ordered your favorite takeout, and even set up the birthday cake with the candles burning bright, you knew by the intricate detailing of the chocolate cake, it was one that you’d most enjoyed and grown to love during your pregnancy.

“Aeg, this is all too much. You took the day off just for this, you didn’t have to!” You softly interject, as you plant a loving kiss on his plump cheek, before planting a tender forehead kiss on your little girl. A bright smile beaming across both their faces, you were content enough with their affections and presence.

“Don’t be serious, Y/N, this is the least I can do… If I had it my way, we’d be half-way across the world on some honeymoon type of vacation,” Aegon teased, although he was intent on being meticulous with his words, wanting to gain any, even the slightest bit of a reaction from you, to his instigation of proposing.

Ever since the saleswoman planted the idea of marriage, the thought had begun to sprout in his mind like a flower in the spring. Vivid, realistic visions began to swarm his mind, of the ring on your finger, you in a beautiful, custom wedding gown that you’d look so divine in, made perfectly to cater for your body, tight in all the right angles, walking down a lavishly designed alter towards him and your little girl waiting atop. Set in stone, that you’d be bound for each other in life and death. Also contemplating visions of your family expanding in numbers, his heart grew double in size by the thought. He desired for such visions to be a definite possibility, eager to prove to you that his devotion would remain timeless and undying, against all adversities.

“Honeymoon? That seems a little out of reach for us… Maybe one day,” You slyly comment back, exchanging a taunting wink to Aegon before, setting out the plates he’d piled on the table. In response, he could only meekly laugh. Your response was not as direct as he had hoped for, although he was willing to take the risk. For god’s sake, you had shared a child together… The word “no” would kill him, however, it would take death itself to greet the man before he was ever forced to leave you, it would take a beast like a dragon, to tear him from you…

****

“She’s fast asleep, poor thing, you must’ve exhausted her today! What’d you have her doing?” You quietly pestered Aegon, not wanting to awake the girl, as you exited her bedroom, returning to the kitchen as Aegon was finishing up tidying the dishes. Sated with the delicious food and cake, your daughter enjoyed herself lively with the little energy she had remaining. By the end of the celebrations, the poor girl was helplessly yawning soft “aww’s”, sighing, as she rubbed her heavy lids, falling fast asleep, melting away into her father’s lap, before you’d carried her off swiftly to bed.

“Our little princess helped me make a very important decision today… She helped me pick out the most perfect gift for you, or so I hope it will be.”

“Is that so?” You taunt, as your arms wrap around Aegon’s broad shoulders, enveloping around his dense neck, as your fingers run through his short, platinum strands. You feel his muscly arms snake around your waist, his rough hands sneakily squeezing at your clothed cheeks, encouragingly pushing your body forward as it presses against his sturdy physique. Despite the confidence in his gestures, Aegon could feel the anxiousness beginning to stir in the pit of his stomach: it was a possibility that you would say no, but if that was the case, why stay with him for so long? Why bear his child? Why not leave the moment you felt the relationship was no longer viable? He refused to believe you could be that cruel. Although you'd only briefly discussed the sacred notion of marriage, he knew you were not completely against it either. “If it happens, it happens” were your precise words, if he could correctly recall.

“You okay, Aeg? You seem distracted, my love?”

“Follow me-” His half-hearted smile eased your concerns, as he firmly held your hand, guiding you down the hallway in a beeline towards your shared bedroom. Before he’d opened the door to turn on the light, Aegon instructed that you wait outdoors, until he told you otherwise. As he disappeared before you, politely shutting the door in your quizzical face, it was only in those sparse, lonesome moments, did the realization sink in that you hadn’t stepped foot at all in the bedroom since arriving from work. Aegon was swift in taking your belongings into your room, as he urged you to remain by, distracted and tending to your little girl, before the festivities would commence. And now you understood for good reason…

“Come in, babe.”

Slowly opening the door, a hint of fear quivering inside of you, unexpectant of what was to be met, you noticed the room remained dimly lit, with lit candles strategically placed across the room, red rose petals streaked all across the carpeted floor, before realizing they led a path to the neatly made bed. Spelled legibly with more rose petals across the clean, ivory white linen were the thick lettering of the words written “WILL YOU MARRY ME?”

And kneeled before you on the floor, Aegon, precisely down on one knee, a longing look strewed across his face, with the most opulent, grand diamond ring you’d ever laid your eyes upon, held upright in the palms of his hands. It’s intricate details flashing in the dimness, the silver, stainless steel band coated in smaller, lustrous diamonds, as the main centerpiece was a pear cut, glistening with such intense clarity. Naturally, you felt the hot tears swelling in your eyes, a hand instinctively going over your neckline, as the other fell onto your stomach, where once a babe had grown cosily.

“Aeg-”

“F-Forgive me, my beloved. I know that this has been long overdue, but my feelings remain indifferent. O-Over the last few years, this thought has echoed in my mind, and since you’d blessed me with the greatest gift of all, nothing I say or do could amount to how I truly- how much I sincerely feel about you, Y/N. You, you and our little bundle of joy, you both mean the absolute world to me. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you both. You have stuck by me since the beginning, not knowing what you’d be walking into, with a man like me, and yet you persevered. You not once considered walking out on me nor did you ever show your discontent with me. Forever I am grateful, I-I am undeserving of you… So please, the selfish man that I am, I ask more of you. I ask that you do me the honor of becoming my beloved wife, so that I wish to remain bound to you in this life and the next, against all odds, just like we’ve been doing since day one, baby.”

Not even a second passed by before your decision had been definitively made.

“Yes.”

Much to your amusement, as a gleeful smile tore across your face with joyous tears streaming down your scarlet cheeks, Aegon looked surprised by your acceptance. Caught in a daze, that you would decline, the answer “no” ingrained into his mind since the drive home, it took him a minute before his senses had settled in. Hastily kicking himself off the ground, he moved towards you instantly, now a similar, bright smile etched across his face, as his lilac eyes glistened with tears of relief.

“You-You said yes?!”

“Of course, Aeg! Baby, I’m so in love with you, have I been that blissfully ignorant in wanting to spend the rest of my life with you? My dear, dear husband.”

The word just oozing so effortlessly from your lips, made Aegon’s cock twitch with enthusiasm. Naturally, he swiftly placed the hypnotic ring on your delicate finger, the both of you mesmerized by its rich appearance for a few fleeting moments, before embracing one another, sharing a long, passionate kiss, as Aegon led you towards the plush bed.

“Should we not call your family, tell them the news?” You interjected, as Aegon plopped you down, remaining stood, as he undid the buttons of his fitted shirt.

“They can wait… Perhaps they shall be expecting not only a wedding, but another grandchild, niece or nephew, soon, after I’m done with you tonight.”

GENERAL TAGLIST - @evenstaris​ @chompchompluke​ @fan-goddess​ @malfoytargaryen​ @ilikeitbetterangsty​ @bibli0thecary​

AEGON TAGLIST - @who-told-you-this-was-butter​

#aegon ii targaryen #tom glynn carney #aegon ii targaryen imagines #aegon ii targaryen imagine #aegon ii targaryen fanfic #aegon ii targaryen fanfiction #modern!Aegon ii #modern!Aegon ii targaryen AU #Dad!Aegon ii #aegon ii x fem!reader #aegon ii x y/n #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #hotd imagines

[suzukiblu]

weird kryptonian bonding rituals for wip wednesday!

“Alright!” Lois says, then tosses her sandwich into her lunchbox with a determined expression. “It’s not gonna be ‘Sam’ or any variant thereof, for the record! Or Louis, either!” 

“Why not?” Superboy asks. 

“Because your granddad sucks and I’m not egomaniac enough to name you after me,” Lois says, gesturing furiously with both hands. She looks a little manic, maybe? Like just a little, Clark thinks. “Maybe Jonathan! What are your dad’s feelings on being a namesake, Superman?” 

“That seems like the kind of thing you do with dead relatives, not living ones,” Clark says, wincing a little at the thought. “And I really don’t want to jinx it.” 

“Fair enough,” Lois says, then starts pacing. “Lucius? No, that’s incredibly pretentious. Luce? What am I saying, my sister would be unbearable if we named you after her. Why am I even trying to name you after other people anyway, you’re a clone, that is a terrible idea! Jimmy! What’s your middle name?”

“Bartholomew,” Jimmy replies dryly, absolutely deadpan. 

“. . . we’re definitely not naming him after anybody,” Lois mutters, then whips out her phone and types “baby names” into the search bar, immediately scanning the site results that pop up. 

“Do you have a name . . . um, Pa?” Superboy asks, peering over at Clark questioningly. “Dad called you one earlier, right?” 

“Oh–yeah,” Clark says, immediately embarrassed. “It’s Clark. Clark Kent. My name, I mean. That is! Clark Joseph Kent, specifically. So, um, Kent would be your name too, I guess? Unless you want Lois’s last name, that’s your decision, obviously! It’s a nice last name, I like it. Well, I wouldn’t take it but that’s because I really feel I owe my parents for–never mind, just, you can have whichever last name you want! You can even have your Uncle Jimmy’s if you want, it’s fine, we won’t mind!” 

“We won’t?” Jimmy asks, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Um,” Clark says, trying not to wince. “I think we won’t?”

#anonymous #wip: weird kryptonian bonding rituals

[corazondebeskar-reads]

better run

dark!Joel Miller x f!reader

originally for Febuwhump 2024 Day 19 - "please don't" | Febuwhump masterlist

words: 521

summary: You should have never tried to run from Joel.

warnings: dark, dead dove do not eat, non-con, captivity, hunter/prey, open ending (if u see me come back to this one later, no, you didn't. I have a problem.), one (1) kick, face slapping, hurt/no comfort

dividers by @saradika-graphics

“Please don’t,” he mocks. “You shouldn’t have run. Fucking cunt.” His boot connects with the aforementioned area, still tender from the previous day. 

He rests it there, in some sick display of conquest, and the terror grows impossibly as a sharp smile spreads. 

“You know what, baby? You want it so bad? I’ll let you try.”

You don’t dare speak but nothing, nothing about this rings with any hope. 

“Oh, now you don’t want to beg me anymore? You want a chance to get out of here or not?”

There’s no right answer. His smile grows, pleased as you face the trap he’s laid. 

“Please,” you whisper. 

He removes his boot from between your legs and reaches a hand down to help you up. 

You take it and try to pull away as soon as you’re standing, but he just smiles and smiles. You don’t struggle, giving in easily to his grip. 

“I’ll leave the door unlocked,” he says, and your heart beats so fast it hurts, “and as a reminder of my kindness, I’ll give you a ten-minute head start, even. If you get away? I won’t come after ya unless you make trouble for me.”

You don’t believe it, but you can’t resist the tiny hope. Fragmented and dangerous as it is, you cut yourself open on its edges. 

“If I catch ya? Well, you better hope I don’t. And after that, I expect you to be on your best fuckin’ behavior. Understood?”

You nod, but he tightens his grip on your wrist.

“Say it.”

“Understood.”

No sooner have the words left your mouth than his hand connects with your cheek. “Is that how you fuckin’ talk to me?” 

“Understood, Sir.” 

“That’s more like it. Alright, stupid girl, go on. Time’s a wastin’.” 

The ten-minute lead had to be over; you’re sure of it. Which means any moment, he’ll find you. The dense woods surrounding the property are dark even in the afternoon sun, and you’re not doing well.

The days you’ve spent chained in his closet have not been kind in many ways. You’re exhausted, starving, and in pain. It’s all the worse now for the way the forest floor has torn up your feet, not to mention your knees and palms from when you fell. 

The adrenaline keeps the pain mostly at bay, but there’s enough for you to suspect you twisted your ankle. Autumn is settling in, and the breeze that winds through the trees makes you shiver, with only Joel’s shirt between you. 

You stop for a moment, knowing it hemmorages time, but desperate to look around. There’s nothing but trees, but certainly, if you keep going, there will be a road or people, right? 

Right?

Wrong, Joel thinks, watching you through binoculars. He’s lounging, back against a tree, not far from you. Letting you panic. He knows what you’re thinking from the way you turn on the spot, eyes darting in every crevice and gap for a clue. 

There ain’t a thing for fifty miles in every direction. This is his fuckin’ land. There’s nowhere for you to run where he can’t find you.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #dark!joel #dark!joel miller #dead dove fic #the last of us fic #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday19

[topazy]

Tomorrow's promise

Pairing: Daryl Dixon × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Chapter: 3.04

You hand the crying newborn to Carl so that he can take her to Hershel to check over. Although she appears healthy enough, she will need to be fed soon. You look over to your brother, who is still in a state of shock.

“She won’t survive unless we get a formula.”

“Nope, not her. Not her.” Daryl picks his crossbow up off the ground and says, “I’m going on a run. Lily, have you still got that list?”

You nod, then kiss Jace on the head before following Daryl. You didn’t want to leave your son or nephew, but this supply run was essential. Glenn and Maggie agreed to join too, which allowed you to cover more ground faster.

Daryl waves Beth over and nods his head in Carl's direction. “The kid just lost his mom, and his dad ain’t doing so hot.”

“I’ll look out for him.”

Daryl looks over to Axel and Oscar, the two remaining prisoners. “You two get the fence. Too many pile up; we have ourselves a problem. Glenn, Maggie, vámonos.”

After sitting still for so long, your brother suddenly grabs the ax lying on the ground and storms to the doorway leading to where Lori’s body is. “Rick! Rick! Don’t go in there!”

“Come on, we’re going to lose the light,” Daryl says with urgency.

You're rubbing your hands over your face while going over to the car, Daryl says. “I think it would be better if you stayed here. Hershel is still recovering, and Rick’s clearly not coping. The kids are going to need an adult to be in charge while we are gone.”

You take a deep breath and try to push away the guilt you felt for not going. You always felt as if you weren’t doing enough to protect your son or contribute to the group. Pulling the list from your pocket, you hand it to Daryl and say, “Okay, be safe.”

—

“Do you think they will be back soon?” Glenn asks, pacing back and forth.

Since Daryl could only fit another person on his motorcycle, Maggie went on the supply run with him, and Glenn stayed with you. You were actually thankful Glenn stayed behind; your brother kept disappearing, and with Hershel attempting to get through to Rick, you needed the help.

“They will be back soon.”

“Man, Maggie was so upset with what happened to Lori, I should have gone in her place.”

Your heart drops at the mention of her name, and you think back to your life before the apocalypse. You remember how happy Rick was when he proudly announced Lori was pregnant? It was only roughly thirteen years ago, but it feels like a different lifetime.

Glenn catches the look on your face and says, “Aw, shit, sorry.”

You lift your gaze from the pieces of paper in front of you and say, “It’s fine. Besides, me and you are going on the next supply run.”

“Yeah,” he says, sitting across from you. “What is it you’re doing?”

Glenn tries to reach over and take the paper from you, but you gently swat his hand away. “Don’t; I’m not finished yet. I need to write this down before I lose my trail of thought.”

With Lori dead, T-dog attacked by walkers, and Carol missing, presumably dead, staying on top of different tasks became more important than ever, and with both babies fairly settled, this was your opportunity to try and figure it out. When you've finished writing, you slide the paper over to Glenn, his eyes widening as he skims through it. “This is… I’m a little scared at how much we still have to do. I mean, until this morning, I thought we were safe.”

“I know.”

Although grim, you needed to burn the dead, excluding your own people, who would be buried. You’d need to clear the remaining prison cells, gather more poles to reinforce the fences against the constant pressure of walkers. To try and lower the chances of infection spreading, you would need to wipe down every surface with boiling water every day, from the bathrooms to the cells you slept in. Your group was already rationing food and ammo, but other supplies, such as soap and flashlights, would need to be as well.

“Bet you think I’m crazy for writing this down,” you say lightly.

“No, I think you’re organized. Do you think we should have a family meeting?”

“We could try, but I don’t think everyone is ready for it.” In truth, you already had a few concerns you were hesitant to share, but now you don't. “I think we should find a way to blackout the windows in our cellblock; we will look like a lighthouse during the night to anyone going by.”

“Yeah, a beacon for walkers.”

“Not just the dead, but also the living as well.”

—

Behind you, various fast-paced footsteps echo within hallways, along with wig-muttered voices. Daryl enters the room first and takes the screaming baby from your nephews, while Maggie quickly makes up the formula.

You smiled watching Daryl feed the newborn. She was so soft and gentle with children.

Later, once you made sure Jace and your niece were safe, you quietly put on your shoes and jacket so you could take over from Maggie, who was on watch outside. Beth was still awake and mending more of her father's trousers, so you knew she would keep an eye on them.

“Thank you,” you say.

—

Stepping outside, you are immediately hit with the smell of decay. You look around and see that the yard is in shambles, with blood, guts, and rotten bodies sprawled out. A problem that would be best dealt with during the day. The air is thick with dust, and there is an occasional drip of water from a leaking pipe. As you move further towards the watchtower, you notice a figure leaning against the wall outside it.

“You’re not Maggie.”

Daryl spits out whatever he’s chewing. “Nope, I let her go early. I got you something.”

He tosses a dead possum at you. You catch and, in a feigned high-pitched posh voice, say, “For me? Why you shouldn’t have.”

Daryl laughs, sits on the ground, and places his blade beside him. “There's no point in you learning how to hunt if you can’t skin what you catch or pull its guts out.”

“I’m supposed to watch next,” you point out.

“We can keep watch from here.”

The thought of skinning any animal turned your stomach, but he was right. And this was the best way to learn. Before sitting down beside him, you scan the area. You say nothing while Daryl explains and demonstrates what he’s doing, but when he cuts the animal open, your lower limp begins to tremble. You do your best to try and hide your emotions, but he could see right through your act.

Daryl attempts to sound unconcerned when he asks, “How are you holding up anyway?”

“I’m fine.”

He cocks his head to the side and says, “No, you’re not.”

You open your mouth to say something, but only a sob comes out. Shaking, you dig your hands into your hair and take a few deep breaths. “I can’t stop thinking about Carl. His face when he saw Sophia come out of the barn... he’s just a little boy.” With the back of your hand, you wipe away fallen tears. “He shot Shane. After he turned, Carl shot him in the head, and now he’s done the same with his mom. I want to keep him safe. but I’m terrified that I can’t protect him or Jace.”

“Listen to me.”

You look up at Daryl, hearing the seriousness in his voice.

“You are a great mom; I’ve seen you risk your life not only to save Jace but others as well. Nothing is going to happen to those boys, or little ass kicker.” When you lower your gaze, he cups your face so that you look directly at him. “You Grimes are strong, stubborn as hell, but strong. Carl will get through it with you and Rick watching over him.”

You press your forehead against his and say, “Thank you.”

Closing your eyes, you relish in the small moment of comfort feeling Daryl rub a circle on your cheek with the pad of his thumb before pressing his lips against yours.

#the walking dead #daryl dixon/you #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #Daryl Dixon/reader #Daryl Dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #rick grimes x sister reader #tomorrow’s promise 3.04 #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead fanfic #tomorrow’s promise

[im-am-not-a-weenie]

The gang with a reader who gets taken by the O’Driscolls. Also, I am very excited to find someone who writes for Red Dead! I love your writings! 💖

Omg thank you, getting this request made me so happy lol sorry it took A while to finally get to life’s been crazy I’m just gonna do how they react to the news and how they save you (only happy endings for our cowboys) if you want a more detailed version I’d be happy to write it 🤠

Not beta read

🍓The gang when the reader gets taken by the O’Driscolls🍓

Arthur,John,Sean,Hosea,Dutch

GN reader

See end for a/n

🍓Arthur Morgan

As soon as he hears the news he immediately thinks it’s his fault. How could he let someone get to you 

He starts to assume the worst “what if I’m too late.” or “it’s my fault I shouldn’t have left them alone.”

His next reaction is to go out and get you, not thinking about the consequences or what could happen to him. He just needs you to be ok

Hosea has to step in and be the voice of reason “you couldn’t have known Arthur, I know you love them but we can’t just go in there guns a-blazing we need a plan”

After they get you back the first thing Arthur does is hug you, being gentle just in case you were hurt.

“Arthur baby it’s ok I’m not gonna break.” “I know doll, just let me hold you for awhile.”

And you let him. You find yourself cradling his head in your hands and wiping away a few tears (ok it’s a lot of tears but you’re crying to)

“It’s ok Arthur I’m back I’m not going anywhere.” “Damn right you’re not you aren’t leaving without me every again”

And you’re ok with that

🍓John Marston

John doesn’t know what to do at first. He sits there in shock for a couple of minutes.

He probably would’ve stayed there longer is Arthur hadn’t snapped him outta it

“Hold what exactly happened” “I’m sorry John it was a job gone bad, we didn’t know they were waitin for us we were ambushed.” “Are they?” “Alive yes, we’ll get them back John I promise”

And get you back they did

I don’t think the others have seen John so focused on a job

“John you should probably get some sleep, and when was the last time you ate.” “I’m fine Dutch.” “Ok son, don’t worry we’ll get them back”

When they do get you back you can’t pull John off of you, literally like for the next three days they have to pull it off of you

Everyone just got tired of it and just decided leave him be, not that you mind

Everyone else might not know it but John has always been a cuddle bug it just took a traumatic event to show it publicly (but that’s neither here nor there)

“John, sweetheart I’m not going anywhere.” “And you won’t be for like….the rest of your life”

🍓Sean McGuire

Sean is heartbroken all he says and First is “oh” and walks off it’s not that he doesn’t care but it’s that he needs to process

Arthur fines him starring of into space with a lost look in his eyes, he and the rest of the boys have never seen Sean so effected by anything

The one who was always smiling and laughing and probably the loudest was a broken mess on the ground

“What happened out there Arthur.” “honestly I couldn’t tell ya Sean, we were walkin in town they said they needed to grab something from the store and all I heard was the scream before they got ‘em.“

“We’ll get her back Sean.” “We better, them O’Driscolls are going to feel all the pain they’ve felt and more”

They find you passed out, gaged, and tied up in a chair in the corner

You think you’re dreaming at first, the voice bringing you back to conciseness couldn’t be your Sean you struggle to try to open you’re eyes

You felt a hand on your face caressing your cheek you jerk trying to get it off

“Don’t fucking touch me you dirty bastard” “shhh, lass it’s ok it me you don’t have to fight anymore” “Sean?”

He holds you the hold ride back and them some. Trying to help you with the aftermath and trauma you most likely gained (unless ur built different) every time he gets up you hold on tighter

“What’s wrong?” “What if they take me again Sean? “Don’t worry love, you’ll never be taken away from me I promise”

And that a promise you can trust

🍓Hosea matthews

His calm and collected demeanor is gone, well not totally he still wants to get you out as soon as possible but also as safely

He goes into action mood, he moves so fast no one else has time to question or process

“Hosea let’s just think about this more a moment.” “I did think about it Dutch and getting them sooner is better than later.” “Now let’s just-“ “damnit Dutch I’m going to get them now it’s up to you if you wanna come with me or stay here”

The whole gang pitches in on this one because no one dares to say no to angry Hosea or get in his way

The gang works quick and quietly Hosea is all rage until he finally sees your face you only had a few bruises but he will worry that at camp he just wants to get you home

As soon as you have your arms around him you’re sobbing and pulling closer or as closer as you can possibly get

He’ll hold you close too and gives you what you need he rubbed circles on your back and tries to calm you don’t be let’s be honest he’s crying too

“Shh it’s alright love, I got you…that’s right deep breaths, can you do that for me baby c’mon breath with me” putting your hand in his chest so you can match his breaths

As You start to calm you can hear his praises “There you go love that’s it”

you look up to meet his eyes

“Hi.” “Hi love.” “Thanks for coming to get me.” “My dear i’d fallow you too the ends of the earth.”

🍓Dutch van der linde

The news hits Dutch the hardest

He starts to panic, he can’t lose someone to the O’Driscolls again

He starts pacing and muttering as he’s walking back and forth he starts to fidget with his hands

The gang hasn’t seen their leader like this it makes the rest of the group nervous too

 “Dutch if you keep that up you’ll start to run yourself into the ground.” “Huh?”

He hasn’t noticed the pacing what felt like seconds was actually minutes. 30 to be exact he decides it’s time to do something. Time for a great Dutch van der Linde speech

“All right gang as you know a tragedy that has struck today, we can sit here and think about the worse OR we can go out there and show those O’Driscolls what happens when they mess with us”

Of course everyone was with Dutch

When they found you the first thing Dutch did was grab you and lift you up in an tight embrace spinning you around

“Dutch baby.” “Yes dear?” “I can’t breath”

He immediately let you go well not totally but he let up a bit

You reach up to cradle his face in you hand to which he immediately lent into the touch . You wipe a tear from his face telling him how you’ll never leave him again to which his response is

“And I you”

🍓Hey everyone I’m so sorry if this absolutely sucked lol but I tried it’s been awhile since I posted or wrote anything but I wanted to put something out again sorry but this was not beta read so I apologize for the grammar and spelling errors, also thanks for all of the well wishes and I hope to start posting regularly again and finish everyone’s requests love you all-Rhys🍓

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #john marston #john marston x reader #red dead redemption 2 #sean macguire x reader #sean macguire #dutch van der linde x reader #rdr2 headcanons #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews x reader #hosea matthews #red dead redemption 2 head cannons

[tastefulstars]

The Boys Next Door is soooo good! Omg I was like am I into this? The answer is absolutely! I hope you write more 🥰🥰🥰

Ahh thank you! I'm so glad you liked it :) i've got a few stories percolating in my brain but this is just for you 💖

The Boys Next Door - The Boys

content: voyeurism/exhibitionism, dirty talk, the trio being SOFT for each other.

They were dead tired, exhausted and sore after finishing the move. Eddie had pressed a quick kiss against his lips and muttered, 'night handsome', eyes already closed as he shuffled to his new bedroom.

Steve's laying on his bed, his body pulsing with each beat of his heart when he hears a meow. Of course the walls are paper thin, he sighs.

He tries his best to ignore it, to fall asleep but a soft voice drifts through.

"Stop it"

Meow

"I will not be disrespected and bullied like this! In my own home no less!"

Meow. Meow.

A heavy sigh.

"Fine. You can have some damn treaties"

Steve wasn't sure how a cat could sound self-satisfied but the answering meow did. He laughs quietly, a smile formed on his face as he listened.

--

He's got Eddie pressed against the mattress, gently rocking into him, a hand covering his mouth.

"Shh, baby" He whispers, "Don't want our pretty neighbor to hear, do we?"

Eddie whimpers against his hand, eyes sliding closed, legs tight around Steve's hips.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Like it if she heard us?" He's whispering into Eddies ear, lips pressed against it.

Eddie's nodding against his hand, whimpering, he's mumbling something and Steve pulls his hand away just far enough to hear.

"Please, Stevie oh fuck - want her, want to watch as you fuck her"

A thrill zings down Steve's back. It's not like he hadn't thought about it, about their pretty neighbor, about having her here in his bed with Eddie and himself. He hangs his head and fucks Eddie harder, deeper.

--

They have their backs against the wall, listening.

Eddie's got his hand down his jeans and is palming his own cock. Steve tilts his head back, resting against the wall, fists clenching against his thighs.

They don't normally do this, listen, they try their best to give their neighbor her privacy and be respectful of their friendship, but well, the opportunity to hear her getting fucked, the noises she makes - it was too good to pass.

"You like that?" A deep voice is saying, grunting. She huffs a moan and hums.

There’s a shuffling, a pause, and a soft gasp. The man’s grunting again and they can almost hear the obscene squelching of her cunt as he fucks her.

Eddie’s fisting his cock, rolling his head until it’s resting on Steve’s shoulder. He sighs.

“We could fuck her better” 

Steve is just humming in agreement and shoving his hand down his pants.

--

Eddie’s a little hurt, his eyes glassy, watery. He looks up at Steve from his spot on the floor in front of the couch.

“Why’s she avoiding us, Stevie? What did we do? I thought we were friends, that she likes us” His voice is quiet and Steve slides down onto the ground beside him.

“I don’t know, baby” Steve feels the sting too, he wraps himself around Eddie and comforts him as best he can, “We could always go over and ask - she did give us the key”.

Eddie’s shaking his head, eyebrows pulling up.

“What if she doesn’t want to see us again?” Steve presses a kiss onto his hair, gently shushing him.

“We won’t know unless we ask, honey” He sighs, “If she doesn’t want us, then we’ll deal with it - okay? I’ve got you, always.”

Eddie takes a deep breath in.

“Okay”

--

She woke them gently, cooing a ‘wake up, my loves’ as she stroked their arms. Steve’s humming in contentment and Eddie’s burrowing himself further into the bed. Her quiet laugh brings a smile to Steve’s face and he cracks his eyes open.

“Mornin’ beautiful” His voice is rough with sleep and he doesn’t miss the way her eyes flash and she bites her lip, “Why you makin’ us get up so early?”

“Made ya breakfast” Her voice is soft, like silk, “Don’t want it to get cold. Or for Mr. Meowgi to decide his food is no longer good enough”

Eddie’s laughing from where he’s buried under the blankets.

“Well, we can’t let that little beast starve us out of here”

--

Steve wasn't sure where to look. Eyes darting between watching Eddie playing with Mr. Meowgi and watching their girl watch Eddie.

He could almost see the hearts in her eyes and floating around her, his chest constricting and his heart pounds painfully. He clears his throat, both pairs of eyes find his.

"You okay, Stevie?" Her voice makes him shudder, he could listen to her talk forever, a soft angel choir singing to him.

"Yeah-" his voice breaks, "Yeah I'm okay, I just- I just love you both. So damn much."

Her answering smile is blinding.

"We love you too, handsome"

"Always" Eddie adds, smiling soft.

--

Eddie has nightmares, they both do, but Eddie's makes his heart break.

The first night she's with them and Eddie has one, Steve's worried she'll be scared off but she just, holds Eddie as sobs tear from his throat. Holds them both and gently soothes them through it.

She doesn't ask questions, accepting them for who they are.

On bad nights, she sings softly to him as she presses Eddie between her body and Steve's. Eddie clings to them, trying to forget, and he lets her voice wash over him - chasing away his demons.

--

It's their girl who brings it up, they're laying together, limbs tangled and basking.

"We should, I don't know, maybe get a house?" Shes speaking so quietly, like she's scared they'll reject the idea.

Eddie is pushing himself up, leaning on his elbow and staring at her from the other side of Steve.

"Yeah?" He breathes, "You wanna move in with us?"

"I mean, we practically live together now, but yeah - why not? I love you both and I wanna just." She stops and takes a breath, "I wanna wake up with you two every day and make you breakfast and get a mortgage with you and argue over who's turn it is to do the dishes and -"

Steve cuts her off with a deep kiss.

"I want that too" He says into her mouth.

"Me too" Eddie adds, "You've thought about it, haven't you? Tell us about our home"

"Our home will be big, but not too big, one with a fenced in yard that our baby can run around. We'll have a big kitchen so I can cook for you and take care of you, and I'll have a garden out the front that'll bloom the prettiest flowers. And the basement can be like, a room we can gather in - so you can play Sweetheart and we can have games nights once a month with everyone"

Steve's never felt so giddy, his head floating with it. He could picture it, their home. Eddie is beaming at his side and he reaches over, entwining their fingers.

"We'll have a big living room that we can put music on and dance around" She continues, "we could - one day, talk about kids and grow our little family"

The longing in her voice made him tear up, Eddie hiccuped and let out a watery, 'yeah'.

He's never felt so full, so happy and wanted, safe.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harringion #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #steddie x reader #steddie x you #story:tbnd #i:my writing

[freedomfireflies]

hi! can i request a blurb where harry’s gf is a surfer and gets attacked by a shark while he’s on tour? idk i’ve just been really into shark videos and harry is <3 so caring so kind

“Where is she? Where—well, which fucking room?”

The sound of the loud, angry, and incredibly British request trickling into the small hospital room brings a flush to your cheeks.

You had anticipated his outrage, but you can’t quite say you’re prepared to face the wrath of Scary Harry.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” is the first thing out of his mouth as his eyes land on where you’re tucked into bed. 

Offering a sheepish smile, you scoot further under the covers, calling a timid, “Don't be mad, okay?”

“Don’t be—” A scoff. Incredulous. He moves further into the room before flinging his incredibly sparkly jacket into one of the tiny chairs near the wall. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“Well—" Your smile widens, which only aids in further exaggerating his fury. “Oh, relax. I’m fine—”

“I told you not fucking go,” he reminds you before running a hand through the once perfectly styled curls atop his head. Now, they’re disheveled and falling onto his forehead as he tugs. “I—shit.”

“Harry,” you repeat, straightening up once again as you bite back a laugh. “I am fine. He barely got my arm—”

“Oh, really?” A bitter snort, and soon, he’s reaching his fingers around your wrist to pry your arm from the bed and into the air between you.

Your eyes fall toward the bandage wrapped around your elbow as he thrusts his chin forward.

“They don’t just give out band-aids for no fucking reason unless it’s medically necessary.” He leans back. Point proven.

Your eyes narrow. “Okay, well, it’s not a band-aid. It’s gauze.” You tug your hand free. “And second…it’s a little scratch and it’s gonna leave a bitchin’ scar. So, I don’t really see—”

“Do you know how fucking scary it was to get told you had been taken to the hospital?” His words are sharp. Irate. And you can feel the guilt slowly creeping its way up your neck. “Just coming down for a pee and Jeff says, ‘Oh, hey, by the way. A shark tried to bite her fucking arm off and now she might be dead.’”

The urge to laugh becomes stronger, and as Harry watches you tug your lip between your teeth, his scowl deepens.

“This isn’t fucking funny.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you exhale, reaching out to grab his fingers and encourage him to sit on the bed beside you. “But…Jeff is incredibly dramatic. It didn’t try to eat me, it just—”

“I told you not to go,” Harry is quick to remind you, and you reward him with an exasperated huff.

“Yes, I’m aware. But in my defense…you were supposed to be there with me. So I could teach you how to get better—”

“Right, and then I’d get eaten.” His tone is bitter, but his eyes are alive with relief. “I don’t need to get better at surfing. That’s your specialty. My specialty is—”

“Is peeing in buckets under the stage, yes, I know,” you can’t help but tease, mostly in an attempt to smooth out that frown.

However, the only thing you truly succeed in doing is forcing another scoff from his throat as he leans away from you.

Oops.

“Har,” you whine now, extending your hands once more to try and tug him back to your side. “Come on, don’t be such a baby. I’m sorry I scared you, but I’m fine. I promise.”

His eyes are focused on the wall adjacent to the bed. Brows pulled together. Jaw clenching as his arms cross in front of his chest.

Like a little child.

And the sight brings a warm feeling to your chest. You scoot a tad closer now, moving onto your knees until you can crawl to his side and wrap your arms around his neck.

He keeps his head turned away.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” you whisper, ghosting your lips over his cheek. His breath hitches. You feel his resolve slowly start to crumble beneath your touch. “I promise I’m all right. And I promise I won’t swim there ever again. Ever, ever.”

“And?” He expects more.

You pause, lashes fluttering as you attempt to recall his previous warnings. “Uh…and I promise to wear skimpier bathing suits?”

His eyes roll. “No. I mean…yeah, but no.”

You sink down further into the mattress as you think. “Um…promise to let you be Ariel and wear the coconut bra?”

His head turns. “Seriously?”

You set the laugh free as you press a kiss to his tensed shoulder. “M’sorry, baby. Okay, what? What else am I missing?”

A beat. His muscles tighten as he glares at the dingy hospital floor beneath his glittery boots. 

And you wait, fingers rubbing soft circles into his skin until he sighs, and glances back over his shoulder. “Don’t fucking do dangerous shit when I can’t be there to help you.”

Oh.

Your eyes soften, now understanding his reaction. You’ve had this conversation many times. Perhaps too many, although clearly it didn’t stick very well.

It’s not that he’s upset with your surfing. In fact, he adores it. Every aspect of it. The way your face lights up when you catch the perfect wave. The way you call to him from your board as he waits on the shore. The way you reenact the Baywatch running scene whenever asked.

But there have been times, like tonight, when your tendency to go looking for trouble overlaps with his schedule.

And he’s never felt more helpless than knowing he’s trapped on a stage while you wait for him to save you.

Which, you had argued, wasn’t the case. Because you didn’t need him to save you, but you knew that wasn’t really the point, and had quickly agreed.

And then, apparently, immediately forgot.

“Right,” you murmur, reaching up to stroke your thumbs over his rigid jaw. 

“No more being stupid when I’m on stage,” he repeats. Firm. Yet laced with fear.

Your smirk rematerializes. You nod. “No more being stupid when you’re on stage.”

Another pause, his eyes flicking between yours before he sighs and reaches for your hip to tug you closer.

Teeth and tongues collide as he melts into your embrace, nearly forcing you onto his lap as you chuckle. 

“Don’t do that again,” he whispers after a moment, the request ushered into your bottom lip before he pulls back to bury his face in your neck. “Shit, please…please don’t do that again. Thought I was gonna fucking die.”

The mood has switched on a dime and your fingers fall to the hair at the nape of his neck as you run your palm down his skin. 

“Couldn’t…couldn’t get to you.” His voice is hoarse. Broken. Filled with the guilt of a man carrying the weight of your soul. “Fuck, never been so scared in my life. Thought I was gonna lose you.”

You can feel the burn in the back of your throat as the tears crawl their way up. “I know, Har. M’okay, I promise. Won’t do it again.”

“Good.” A soft kiss to the pulse point below your ear. “Cause I’ll feed you to the shark myself if you do.”

With that, you laugh again, slapping at his arm until he pulls back.

"Were you scared?" A hesitant question. One you're sure he's afraid to know the answer to.

You smile as you run your fingers down his cheek, shaking your head softly. "No. Not really. Maybe for a moment, but I knew I'd be okay. Knew you'd be there for me no matter what happened."

You notice the dark storm behind his eyes at this admission, anticipating the way he's already picturing the worst possible scenario.

"Harry," you warn, offering a stern look. "Don't do that. Fear is nothing more than a tool to help keep you alive. If I hadn't been at least a little afraid of losing you, then I wouldn't have found the strength to swim to shore."

"Shit." An angry hiss, his head attempting to turn away again, but you're quick to keep him focused on you. "Don't fucking tell me shit like that."

"I'm sorry." You lean down to press a gentle kiss to his lip, despite your smile. "But it's true. Nothing will ever keep me from you. Not even a big, stupid fish."

He grumbles his misgivings into the gentle kiss but does eventually melt into your touch.

And once he does, and the tense moment has subsided, you let your eyes trail down to his outfit. You’d previously seen photos from Lambert, but now…the real thing. Right in front of your eyes.

Sparkly, pink, and incredibly loud.

“Oh…my gosh.” Your palm flies to your mouth, the right words disappearing into thin air.

On stage, it looks incredible. Perfectly tailored for the show, for the atmosphere, for the crazy antics he and the crowd engage in.

But anywhere else…

“What?” His eyes move down to his chest. “Okay, well, you didn’t see it with the hat. The hat ties the whole thing together.”

Your lips roll into your mouth. “Mhm. Oh, I’m sure.”

“And the boa,” he continues, gesturing toward his neck. “Yeah. Adds some dimension.”

“Yeah.”

“Little spice.”

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah, you’ll see,” he tells you, and your brow quirks up. “Lambi let me borrow it so I could cheer you up while you’re stuck here.”

Well…shit.

“Oh, that’s…that’s so great,” you beam, teeth gritting together as Harry’s smug grin widens.

“Isn’t it? Nurse Harry, here to help.”

“Super.”

His hands move to the mattress, digging into the soft blanket beneath his palms as he leans forward, now incredibly close. 

Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch him eye your lips like candy. Nose brushing against your own as you breathe him in, desperate for what he might have in store.

“So…what do you say?” he murmurs, head tilting until you can nearly taste him. “Gonna let me take care of you?”

You smile. Maybe he’s not so bad after all.

“Sure thing, Ariel.”

“All right, you know what? I changed my fucking mind, the shark can have you.”

“Harry!”

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#harry #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles request #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #blurb #request

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: Pirate AU. Jamie is being shipped to a loveless arranged marriage to Rupert or some other awful jerk. En route his ship is attacked by the dreaded pirate Captain Roy Kent and his crew. Roy's expecting a whiny, arrogant little rich kid to hold for ransom. Instead Jamie is fearless and doesn't give Roy an inch no matter what Roy threatens him with. At one point, Roy bluffs that he's whip Jamie proper, only for Jamie to tear his shirt off and reveal that his father's already left plenty of marks. Jamie eventually earns his place as part of Roy's crew, and more importantly, as husband to the dread Captain Kent himself.

If there’s something I love more then vampires it’s pirates. I absolutely can do this.

*Jamie’s mom is dead in this au because there’s no way she would ever let her baby be sold*

Jamie is furious. He’s worth so much more then just 500 gold pieces. At the very least 2000, he’s hot. He knows it.

He slams his fists on the locked door. It still doesn’t give. Jamie collapses back onto the cot they tossed at him. He figures he’ll catch a few more hours of sleep.

Jamie is just about to drift off when there’s screaming. He hears a new voice. A deep voice.

Jamie can hear it through the wood of the door so he must be close. “Unlock this now.”

The door swings open. Jamie stares up.

The man is gorgeous. The captain of their ship is standing behind him. A cruel laugh escapes the caption’s lips, “you’re in for it now Tartt.”

Jamie glares at him. The dark haired man gestures and he is dragged away. Jamie blinks. Oh. The man bends down to look at Jamie. He glances around the small room and sees all the clothing Rupert had sent.

“Pretty rich boy here should get us a nice ransom. Take him. I’m your new owner for the time being.” The man stands and gives a fake bow, “Roy Kent. At your service.”

Jamie shrieks. He’s heard stories. He knows who this is. He’ll not move unless he wants to thank you. Two men come toward him. They try to grab him but he bites them. He gets smacked by Roy. He’s been hit harder many times but it was unexpected. “Stop it boy. Be good. Let them carry you or I will.”

Jamie lightly struggles once again but let’s the two men carry him this time. As they leave the ship he looks at the bodies. Jamie can’t honestly say he feels bad for them, they all said horrid things they wanted to do to him. What Rupert would allow them to do.

He shudders without meaning to. The man on his right laughs, “cold princess?” Jamie slams his head into the man’s nose. Blood starts pouring out.

“Oi!” Jamie freezes. Fuck.

“Sink their ship then we need to teach princess here a lesson in manners.”

Jamie sighs. He looks at the man he head butted, his nose is probably broken. He feels a bit bad because the man was just following orders. But oh well.

They toss him into a cell. It’s going to be a long trip.

-

They’ve yell at him, dump cold water on him. Roy has threatened to take away his clothing. To shave his head. Jamie refuses to break.

He won’t do it.

He thinks the captain is slowing getting a bit of respect for Jamie.

Until that night.

It’s just the two of them again, Roy has a whip in his hand, he taps it against the bars. “I’ll make you talk with this. Final chance Tartt.”

Jamie laughs. He can’t help it.

He strips off his shirt and turns around. There’s an inhale of air. “You can’t do worse then what my old man did. Go ahead and try if you can find space.”

Theres utter silence from Roy.

Jamie spins around. He knows the front isn’t as bad but there’s still marks. Mostly from cigar burns.

“I’m sorry.”

Jamie thinks maybe he hit his head. “You’re what?”

Roy tosses the whip across the ship. “Sorry. I shouldn’t of made assumptions. They never get people places. Never got me anywhere.”

Jamie nods. He can understand that. Roy reaches forward and unlocks the cage. “Let’s talk. Come to my cabin. You can have clean clothes.”

Now Jamie knows it might be dumb but he’s exhausted, wet, and starving. He shrugs and picks up his shirt. He doesn’t care who sees his scars.

As they make their way up to the cabin they pass people, Colin, the man who’s nose Jamie broke, gasps when he sees his back.

It makes Jamie smile. He’s always loved shocking people.

Roy gestures for him to go into the cabin. It’s warmer. Jamie picks up a loaf of bread and bites into it.

Roy stares at him for a second before getting clothing. He passes it over. “It’ll be big it’s mine. We’ll try and find some in your size.” Jamie nods. Seems like the captain might like him. Interesting.

Jamie could start to like the captain.

10 months later it’s not just Roy who is feared, the blond who is now constantly seen at his side is always spoke of along with Roy’s name.

They say his name is Jamie Kent. He rescues people in trouble or from abusive marriages. They say he gutted his owner once Roy freed him. Those are just rumors though. The man who was supposed to marry Jamie actually went missing months before.

What no one really knows though is Rupert’s head made a lovely proposal gift. How could Jamie ever say no to that.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #jamie tartt x roy kent #pirate au #thanks for the ask !! #I hope you like it!

[heavyhitterheaux]

HS!Jack and FL, where Jack is sick and Clay is FL's stand in bf 🤭

“Umm, babe?” You asked as you heard a muffled groan from under the blanket that was currently housing your boyfriend. Urban had sent you a text and said that Jack was sick and you immediately went across the street to check on him since you were wondering why he wasn’t answering you all day. 

“I’m dying.” Was all you heard and you immediately rolled your eyes while taking a seat on the bed and trying to get the comforter off of him so that you could assess the damage for yourself.

“Jack, you literally just have a cold. I promise you that you’re not dying. At least that’s what Urban told me anyway.”

“Speak for yourself! Everything hurts and I CAN’T BREATHE” Jack exclaimed while throwing the blanket off of him and you finally came face to face with him seeing that his nose was extremely red.

“Uhh dramatic, much?” You said while trying not to laugh.

“Not you laughing at me in my time of distress. I was supposed to take you to the fair this weekend and now I won’t be able to.”

“I can take her!” You immediately looked to your left and saw Clay smiling at you while Jack looked as if he was about to tackle his younger brother.

“Over my dead fucking body.”

“That can be arranged, seeing as you’re almost there.” Clay fired back and Jack made a motion to get up, but you immediately stopped him.

“Jackman! No hurting little baby!”

“What the? I’m the one who’s sick, NOT HIM! And of course you ALWAYS take his side.”

“The only thing that you need to focus on doing is resting and getting better. The fair will literally be here for three weeks. We can go another day.” You said trying to reassure him, but he wasn’t having it.

“But…”

“My mom made you her banana pudding cheesecake, but I won’t give it to you unless you comply with my orders.”

“Fine.” Jack muttered as much as he didn’t want to and Clay was still standing in the doorway smiling.

“So, Y/N, since your boyfriend is sick, you need a stand-in and I am definitely available.”

“CLAYBORN!”

“What?! We look alike so there isn’t much difference!”

“I-...” You started to say, but was immediately cut off by Jack. 

“Stand in, MY ASS! And why are you even in here anyway?!”

“Because I heard my girlfriend was here, obviously. I didn’t come to check on you if that was what you were thinking.”

“I swear you two run Maggie and Brian up the damn wall with how you act.” You said but they didn’t seem to hear you.

“If I was an only child none of this would be a problem.”

“Well, that happened to stop at the perfect child which is me.”

“OKAY! I will be back to check on you later, but in the meantime try not to kill each other. And Jack take your meds and eat your soup.”

“I will if you feed it to me.” Jack said while sniffling and giving you puppy dogs eyes and of course he knew you would fold.

“Fine. Big ass baby.”

“But I’m your big ass baby.”

All you did was roll your eyes. 

Jack woke up around 10 at night to hear both your voice and Clay’s downstairs and went to see what was going on.

He looked to see you holding a pink and gray stuffed elephant and simply eyed Clay.

“Umm, Y/N, where’d you get that?” Jack curiously asked while coming over to hug you and kiss your forehead.

“Oh, umm….”

“I took her to Dave and Busters and won it for her since you were too sick. I think I got these stand-in boyfriend duties down pact, don’t you think? Only a matter of time before she leaves you for me.”

“What the?!”

“Urban was bored so asked me to come with and I brought Clay, but… Urban won it for me, not him.” You said while laughing.

“Clay, I suggest you start running and hope that I don’t catch you.”

“Won’t be able to catch me if you can barely breathe.”

“That’s it, imma kick your ass.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #first lady of pg concepts #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fluff #my blanca baby #wonderlandiswhereitsatyo #hoodharlow

[anopenbookunderlockandkey]

The 118 Turtles Chat

Buck: EDS! HEY HEY EDS!

Bobby: Buck, this is the group chat

Buck: I know but he’s not answering me in our chat or my phone calls and Chris’ phone is off

Hen: maybe because it’s 8:45am after 3 nights of 7-7 shifts

Buck: but the turtles!

Bobby: turtles?

Buck: yes, the turtles! 🐢

Hen: Bobby, why’re you humoring him?

Buck: because Bobby knows how excited Christopher is to see the baby turtles at the aquarium! We have to get there at 10am when tickets go on sale

Hen: ever hear of buying things online?

Buck: you can’t! And they need to come with me cause the turtle exhibit opens at 10:15

Buck: will you guys please call and text Eddie too???

Chim: No

Buck: if you’re nice I’ll bring my niece too 😇

Chim: Eddie, wake up so Uncle Buck can bring your son and my daughter to see the turtles

Hen: what if my kids or Bobby’s kids wanted to go???

Buck: it’s family day

Chim: yeah Hen duh it’s family day 🤪

Hen: if Eddie is family we’re all family

Bobby: I tried calling Eddie, he didn’t answer me either

Buck: see! I told you, he sleeps like the dead, like me if you will 💀

Bobby: stop joking about being dead Buck

Buck: what’s the point of living if I can’t joke about dying

Chim: maybe Denny should call Chris on the Xbox, he’ll answer for his video game friends

Hen: don’t bring my child into this

Buck: yes! Please Hen! Have Denny go and see if Chris is on, it’s Saturday morning and his dad is asleep, he’s definitely taking advantage of that

Chim: I texted Denny, said he’s playing games with Chris

Buck: Hen! Hen! Henrietta my favorite, please go talk to Chris and have him wake up his dad, promise him pancakes

Chim: Denny says he won’t tell Chris unless he also gets to see the turtles

Bobby: but it’s family day for Eddie, Buck, and Chris

Chim: Denny says he also wants pancakes and for his mom to be Buck’s slave for a day

Buck: HEN HEN I NEED YOU, PLEASE HEN, THE BABY TURTLES 🐢

Hen: Calm down Turtle boy, Chim didn’t text Denny, Denny is asleep in his bed like I’d like to be

Buck: … this is about THE TURTLES. we need to actually talk to one of them

Bobby: why don’t you just go over there?

Buck: if I drive there and back it will take too long, they need to meet me at the aquarium

Buck: I’ve checked Instagram, there’s already a line for tickets, the turtles are a BIG DEAL

Hen: fine, I’ll call Eddie

Buck: HENRIETTA WILSON YOU ARE THE BEST

Hen: dammit he’s not answering his home phone either, has anyone ever heard his answering machine

Chim: hahahaha yes, last time I left a message on that thing I had to click five different buttons, it’s set up like an office phone, different extensions for him, Chris, and Buck

Buck: home phone?

Hen: you didn’t know Eddie has a landline?

Chim: yes Buck, back in the Stone Age we had wired phones

Bobby: but you’re an option on the answering machine?

Chim: CODEPENDENT

Hen: I need the telephone gods to smile down on me as I make this next phone call and let Eddie wake up, I need to sleep

Bobby: if he hasn’t woken up by now I don’t think there’s a chance

Buck: Bobby! don’t say that, we need to see the turtles!!!

Ravi: why don’t you check location sharing? Maybe he’s not home and his phone is still on silent from being on shift

Buck: great idea! See guys, this is being helpful

Hen: you think mr hates technology has location sharing on?

Ravi: you think he’d know how to turn that default setting off?

Chim: we’ve all been calling him and being helpful, I take offense turtle boy

Buck: Ravi, you’re the best!

Hen: oh thank god, you found Eddie?

*15 minutes pass*

Hen: Buck did you reach Eddie?

*10 minutes pass*

Hen: Buck, it’s almost 10am, and you are the reason I could not sleep, did you guys get in line for the damn turtle tickets?

*20 minutes pass*

Hen: after all that I didn’t even get to know if you saw the turtles?!

Eddie: (image of Buck, Chris and Jee with baby turtles)

Buck: 🐢🐢🐢

Bobby: have a fun family day!

Hen: Eddie, why the fuck didn’t you answer your phone???

Eddie: I left it in Buck’s jeep when he dropped me off after our shift

Hen: I have no words

Buck: 😇 🐢

For @professionalprocrastinator22 and the fun real life phone tag her family played about turtles that inspired this. And for @gravelyhalversobbing and her love of turtles.

#things i decided i could make about 911 #I swear it’s funny to us #you had to be there #incorrect 911 quotes #911 fic #911 fanfic #text fic #buddie fic

[poseidonsdaughterthesiren]

The Daughter of Poseidon: Chapter Two

Della pulls Jason along to meet Chiron. She glances at him every once in a while and he looks panicked. 

“You know no one is going to execute you right?” she giggles.

Jason’s face resembles a deer in headlights. He pauses by a sign. 

“You know something about who I am right? You and that Annabeth girl were very invested in my arm.” Jason’s blue eyes were full of paranoia. 

Della sighs, “Look I don’t know who you are. That mark on your arm is unusual, and you know the gods by their Roman personas.” 

Jason crosses his  arms, “How do I know this Chiron guy isn’t going massacre me?” 

“Chiron is just and fair. He won’t kill you unless you give him a reason. Now let's go I need to talk to Beth.” Della begins to walk towards the trail. 

“About that Percy kid right?” Jason doesn’t move from his spot.

“Yes,” Della sighs, “about that Percy kid.” She swallows hard holding back any feeling that tries to escape her. 

Jason has moved to the trailhead now, “Who is–”

“He’s my brother,” Della sniffs, “Let’s go.” 

They meander up the trail to the Big House. A four-story manner painted baby blue with white trim. The wraparound porch had longue chairs, a card table, and an empty wheelchair. 

“I’m not supposed to be here,” Jason said. He stands petrified on the spot. 

“It’ll be fine Jason, I’ll be here the whole time. You won’t get massacred.” 

Jasons nods. 

The sound of hoof steps came from the house and Jason straightened like a soldier at attention. 

Della smiles at the centaur on the porch, “Hey Chiron this is Jason.” 

Jason backs up so fast he almost trips. 

Chiron adorns his World's Best Centaur shirt and has his bow on his back. He ducks to avoid the porch light and starts to smile at Jason. Then the color drained from his face. 

“You…” Chiron says, “You should be dead.” 

An uncomfortable silence passes over the three of them. 

“Adella, I need to speak to Jason in private,” Chiron says. He was stiff as a board. 

Della frowns, “Are you sure I can stay if you–”

“Adella, now please.” 

Della nods and steps back from the pair. 

Jason’s face screams HELP ME! 

Della pats him on the back. Once the door clicks shut. She makes her way down the trail. 

The ring of cabins is deserted. Everyone is off doing activities to keep busy. She stops in her cabin and grabs her market bag. She shuts the door and makes her way to the lake. 

Once her feet hit the shore she slips off her sneakers and sets them to the side. The wreckage of the chariot was cleaned up. The only evidence of the event was a black smoldering mark on the sand.

Della rummages through her bag, she should clean this thing out more often. Shells from Dad–no, blue Jolly Ranchers–no, aha! Della pulls a quartz crystal and a drachma. She sets the bag by her shoes. Skillfully, Della angles it to create the smallest of rainbows she tosses the drachma and says, 

“Iris goddess of the rainbow please accept this offering. Show me Percy Jackson.” 

Nothing happens. 

Della sighs and sticks the quartz back in her bag. She should’ve known. Normally, the offering presents you with the person you’re trying to get a hold of. Ever since Perc went missing any time Della or Annabeth tried nothing happened. 

Frustration seeps into Della. She knew better than to let it fester. Fully clothed in her oversized orange shirt and cut-off shorts she slips into the lake. She swims towards the bottom. Perks of being Posedion’s kid she could breathe underwater. 

She nuzzles herself into a little spot crosses her legs and tries (key word tries) to meditate. Not achieving her goal Della opens her eyes to green mist instead of blue water. 

Free me daughter of Poseidon, or the Earth will swallow us. It must be by solstice!  A familiar older woman’s voice rang through her head, “FREE ME!” 

Della gasps awake. She wasn’t underwater anymore. No, instead she’s levitating above the middle of the lake—no sign of the green mist or the voice. There is however a crowd of campers by the lake. 

“Della!” Will yells, “Della, are you okay?” 

Is she okay? She tries to control the water to help when whatever force is holding her up decides to drop her. Before she can crash into the lake she is caught by Will. 

“You good?” Will asks. 

Della gives him a dazed look, “Chiron–I need to see Chiron. Vision, bad vision” 

Will sets her down but keeps an arm on her just in case, “Alright everybody move. Nothing to see here.” 

Della tries moving forward when her legs nearly give out. She grabs Will again.

Will swiftly scoops her up and rushes them towards the Big House. 

“Ugh, I’m never going to live this down am I?” Della asks. 

“Don’t worry Dell,” Will pants, “I’ll let you keep your dignity.” 

She focuses on staying awake. She vaguely remembers feeling like this at the Lotus. Disoriented. 

Will bangs through the doors of the Big House. 

Chiron, Annabeth, and Jason's heads all snap toward them. 

“Will? Della? What happened?” Annabeth places a hand on Della’s forehead. 

“I don’t know,” Will pants, “She was floating above the lake and then she fell. I barely caught her–then she said she needed to see Chiron–something about a vis–”

“A vision?” a unique voice said from the couch. Red hair appears in Della’s tunnel vision. Rachel. 

“Rachel?” Della croaks. She tries to roll out of Will’s arms. 

Will takes the hint and sets her on her feet. He and Annabeth both have a hand on her. 

“Will, go prep the infirmary, I need to speak to Della,” Chiron orders. 

Will slips his hand off her and dashes out the door. 

Annabeth slips Della’s arm over her shoulder for stability. 

“Chiron,” Della rasps, “Green smoke–meditating–solstice–” 

“It would seem Della has had the same vision as Ms. McLean.” 

“Huh? Piper had a vision?” 

“More like Hera hijacked Rachel who seemed to have communicated for her,” Annabeth says.

“But Della wasn’t in the cabin–” Annabeth says.

“Guys,” Jason says, “She doesn’t look too good.” 

“Della?”

Della felt her spinning like she was on the merry-go-round with Percy and their mom on the beach. Her knees buckle, and she slips out of Annabeth’s grasp on the floor. She can see him. Percy. He’s running by a freeway Riptide at the ready. “Percy? Percy, I can see you” she sighs. He just barely glances at her before the darkness swallows her like one of her father’s waves. 

#heroes of olympus #percy and annabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #oc character #jason grace #leo valdez #piper mclean #the lost hero #pjo hoo #percy jackson x sister reader #jason grace x reader #jason grace x jackson!reader

[mymoodwriting]

Request for @loey0491 (Vampire Baekhyun) 735, vampires, witches, blood, fangs, biting, healer, open wound (@starillusion13)

“Are you busy?”

“I’m never busy for you.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Baekhyun only ever had to ask for permission to enter your little cabin once, but he still didn’t like showing up unannounced. He made his way over to your side, trying not to make his condition known, but he only had so long. You noticed the uneven steps and the heavy breathing, looking over at Baekhyun to see that he had a wound on his side.

“What did you do!?”

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah? Well, you’re getting blood everywhere!”

“I am not.”

“Just sit down.”

Baekhyun had come in through the back door, which led into the kitchen area. You got him to take your seat by the counter top, getting him to roll up his shirt so you could get a better look at his wound. You found what looked like a burn mark that was still sizzling with black veins creeping around the burning flesh.

“This won’t heal easily, you know that, right?”

“I got you, don’t I?”

“Don’t get too cocky.”

You disappeared for a moment to get your medical supplies, and other things you’d need. You started off by cleaning the wound to the best of your abilities, then mixing some herbs together. Once it was more like a paste you began to apply it, making Baekhyun flinch.

“Ouch.”

“Don’t be a baby.”

When you finished applying the paste you bandaged up his wound, glad to see that the black veins were already fading away.

“And done. So, you need to rest, and I mean it. That means not using your powers unless absolutely necessary, got it?”

“Yeah, yeah, so where’s my lollipop? I want something to suck on.”

“You don’t get one this time.”

“What!”

“You were being careless. That type of injury could actually get you killed!”

“It comes with the territory.”

“But isn’t it weird for a vampire to hunt its own kind?”

“It’s the law of nature, and we’re not the only ones.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t humans hunt their own kind? And witches too.” Baekhyun stated. “We gotta hold each other accountable.”

“And you’re getting caught in the crossfire. There are plenty of vampire hunters around that aren’t like you. Any dead vamp to them is better than one on their side.”

“Awe, are you worried about me?”

“Don’t start.”

You got up, cleaning off the counter and putting away your things. Truth was you were always worried about Baekhyun, having known him for years now. You help a vampire recover one time and he thinks you’re his own personal healer. You could never turn him away though, and he even started coming by when he was in perfect health. Still, you were more likely to see him injured than not. You did what you were best at, and he appreciated you for it. Once you finished putting everything away you felt a gush of wind. Hands were quickly on your hips and you were spun around.

“You’re a liar.”

“About what?”

“Saying you don’t worry about me.”

“I never said I didn’t…” You poked at Baekhyun’s wound, making him wince. “I told you to behave yourself, remember? No powers.”

“I can be a little reckless. I have you after all.”

“Baekhyun-”

In the blink of an eye the boy was on your neck, fangs piercing your skin. It was a familiar feeling to you. The euphoric bliss that followed the initial sting. After a few mouthfuls Baekhyun pulled away, breathing heavily.

“Delicious.”

“… thief…”

“You owed me my snack.”

You were dazed and would need time to recover, so Baekhyun picked you up in his arms bridal style, carrying you over to your bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, crouching by the side so he could be at eye level. He gently pet your head, a soft smile on his lips.

“… you… need to be… carefully… Baekhyun… I won’t always… be here…”

“I would really like to change that, but that’s a question for another time.”

“Come here.” You softly pat the bed. “You need to rest too.”

Baekhyun wasn’t gonna turn down your offer, so he got into bed with you. He pulled you close and spooned you. At some point you both needed to have a serious discussion about what you were to each other, but for now he was content with holding you like this.

“Sweet dreams.”

#exo #baekhyun #byun baekyun #exo au #exo scenarios #exo imagines #request

[snows-2am-thoughts]

Dazai Headcanons

I have a few headcanons on how Dazai acted before he came to be in Mori’s care. There are a lot of theories about where Dazai came from and I love most of them honestly. There are so many possibilities about how Dazai came to be and honestly, I need a light novel about it. Unless they’re going to make it important to the plot and it gets revealed in the next arc or sometime later in the manga. 

My favorite theory that I came up with was that Dazai came from a wealthy family. He’s probably the youngest of 2-3 siblings and his parents were the cold and distant but loving type. I like to think that Dazai had a nice family but something happened that pushed him to where he ended up. I am taking inspiration from the protagonist of the No Longer Human book by the irl Dazai Osamu so tread carefully since I will mention some of that stuff. I am trying to keep this one more lighthearted and introspective so some stuff like the se*ual ab*se Ōba Yōzō went through won’t be mentioned. 

Warnings: I talk about ADHD, some implied mental illness along with some trauma because Dazai. All of the warnings that can apply to Dazai should be warned (aka his unaliving tendencies)

Anyways the headcanons

INFANT Dazai (0-1 year old)

Was a quiet baby, never really cried and babbled

It actually worried his parents at first because their other kids made a lot more noise as babies

Only really cried if he got super frustrated when he couldn’t communicate his wants effectively

Did started making noises and saying small words around the 10 month mark

Wasn’t very interested in the baby toys that made noise

Building blocks held his interest a tad bit more but even then he grew out of them fast

TODDLER Dazai (1-3 years old)

Started walking around the 1 year old mark

Still wasn’t a big talker but he would give one or two word answers, he just didn’t feel like any more words were necessary

Would walk and point to things if he could, words once again weren’t necessary

Wasn't very interested in toys the kids his age liked

Did have a small interest in listening to his parents work, mostly because his brain was a sponge soaking up all it could

Taught himself to read around 2.5-3 years old, he would memorize stories that the maids would read to him then open the book himself and memorize the words. Basically he worked backwards to learn to read

With the early reading came the early education once his parents noticed his only interests revolved around his brain

Numbers and the lot came easy after learning the basics

PRESCHOOL Dazai (3-6 years old)

Didn’t really understand people and even more so after starting school and started being around kids his age

He observed and copied the actions of the kids around him to not draw attention to himself (*cough*masking*cough*)

Started to make himself act like more of an outgoing and friendly child even if he didn’t understand why that seemed like the preferred personality that people wanted from children. (aye practice for his future self)

Although he transitioned into his persona slowly as to not raise suspicion of an overnight personality change

Thought that his persona could let him understand people a little more but it made him more confused

He totally gave his teachers so many headaches when he first started school

As I said before, tried to mask and hide his intelligence for a while because he didn’t need any attention on him

This failed as he got way too bored of sorting shapes and numbers but he was already reading at a 16 year old skill level at 6 years old

His teachers tried stimulating his academically until they deemed it was better to just move him up grades

Went from his 6 year old class to a class filled with 9 year olds to test the waters

They had to move him to a 12 year old class only a few days later when he made multiple children cry after a multiplication game

SCHOOL AGE (6-12 years old)

You will have to physically rip ADHD Dazai away from my cold dead hands, I stg (I could do a whole separate headcanon for this because him and Ranpo basically make up AuDHD)

I feel like around his 7-8 year old mark is when he really started going tired around the uninteresting things of life, he’s a severely bored kid who doesn’t understand nor have a will to live

I do think around 10-11 is when he started getting interested in suicide as a coping mechanism for all the intricacies of humanity that he did not understand and the fact he started realizing he didn’t have a reason to live

At this point he’s observed people for so long that the masks he parades around of a cheerful but academically gifted child is concrete and there’s hardly anything that can make him break it

Knows why and how people feel certain emotions or react a certain way to things but he doesn’t understand it, not really

There's an ever bigger disconnect between him and people from when he was small that he starts to think of himself as something other than human

Had a bunch of issues trying to stimulate his brain in a way that would take away his boredom as school couldn’t do it for him

While he couldn’t ever really take away his boredom completely, he would take up new puzzles or games to try and give his brain new things to think about. I’m talking like the 3D crystal puzzles or the puzzles with no edge pieces

Anything that could capture his attention was bought in bulk until he eventually got bored of it again (neurodivergent child)

Started taking university level courses around 11, he probably could’ve taken them sooner but his teachers and parents didn’t want to overload them

#bungo stray dogs beast #bungou stray dogs #bsd #dazai #dazai osamu #bsd analysis #bsd headcanons #child dazai #teen dazai #Dazai has ADHD and you can rip that from my cold dead hands #i want to write an introspective fic on dazai #this was purely self indulgent

[bakusquad-101]

The bakusquad when it’s a new student (basically you)

Mina

she’s so hyped!,she wants to know everything thing about you,she’ll probably be around you all the time,,and asking you a million questions,ilda has to step in to stop her 😭😭.Mina is very sweet to you since of course your new and she’s just a really sweet person in general but..don’t get on her bad side ,she can get real mean ..very quickly once you say something mean about her friends or her,so don’t do that ,Kay?,im sure you get it ☺️.

Sero

Sero won’t really talk to you,if you have a interesting quirk he might ask you in private ,since he really doesn’t know how to communicate with new people,he thinks your pretty/handsome though!.Also like Mina don’t get on his bad side ,he may not say anything ,but he got a slick ..very slick mouth and attitude.Regarding bad sides ,let’s talk about good,if you guys do become friends ,he’s definitely a tease ,A BIG TEASE,you’ll get use to it ,he’s also very funny,when you guys are in a bad situation,he’ll throw a couple of jokes in there to light the mood.

Kamanari

HES SO BABYYY,hes just like Mina ,asking you millions of question ,he literally wants to know everything about you,like everything,,you might get annoyed oh the boy 😭.Kamanari is the only one that won’t really get mad at you UNLESS you talk about his friends in a like a bad way ,if your joking he won’t talk you serious and laugh with you,,but in a mean way?,oh no ,just leave UA,he’ll basically tell everyone about how mean you are and nobody will like you 😞,he has his experience!,but your not like that ,your his sweet friend!.He’ll definitely ask you out to go somewhere with him after school ,just go !,it’s always interesting😭.(my sweet baby,he just loves you very much even tho you guys just met,he’d like to know you better.)

Kirishima

Oh my ,he’s so shy!,he won’t be able to speak to someone as cool as you especially If your quirk is awesome!!,just go up to him,he may look scary but he’s the sweetest thing ever!!,he won’t bite(or he will),once you guys get to know eachother ,you’ll definitely be consider a couple because of how much he asks you to hang out so much!,he’ll definitely stand up for you in any situation that’s bad,even villains.Now that badness,,if you talk about any of his friends especially Bakugou or Mina ,ohhh boy ,your definitely in a ride for hell,he cusses you out ,and not like no side eye,he full on cusses you out ,,you’d definitely be crying and apologising at the end of the day ,because he tell all the teachers on you you’ll be very embarrassed..just leave 😨! (I know you guys won’t do that)

Bakugou

If your like new he probably would just ignore you ,,but like if you guys become friends we would probably treat you like the rest (he thinks your pretty/handsome),that’s why he so mean to you 😭😭 ,”HOW THE HELL SOMEONE COULD BE PRETTY/HANDSOME”,he says in his head all the time 😭😭❕.If your mean to any of his friends ,,especially like Deku,,or your dead ,that’s all your dead,he would definitely blow you up 🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️.

#bakusquad headcanons #mha fluff #mina ashido headcanons #kirishima fluff #denki kaminari #denki fluff #sero fluff #mha #mha x y/n