#my brother insisted me on watching this show (but also i wanted too but couldn't find the right time)

[linusbenjamin]

BREAKING BAD (2008-2013) 1.06 | Crazy Handful of Nothin’

#breaking bad #breakingbadedit #tvedit #walter white #bryan cranston #userdiana #nikolatexla #this is where it gets fun huh! #my brother insisted me on watching this show (but also i wanted too but couldn't find the right time) #because he regrets not watching it back then in my age

[eufezco]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY || STEVE X READER

IN WHICH Steve has to face his feelings for you in the worst way possible.

-> english isn't my first language

You partied last night as if it was your last day on Earth. Halloween was your favorite day of the year and nothing nor anyone would mess it up for you. If you were honest, you drank too much at that party that you were only able to remember two things and both of them made your mouth go dry.

The first thing you remembered when you woke up was seeing Steve there too, dancing around with Nancy Wheeler which you would have preferred not to remember but you thanked having in mind how handsome Steve looked with those sunglasses and dressed up all in black.

Now, after being hungover all morning, Mike, Will, Lucas, and Dustin were chilling in your room, messing with your comics and waiting for the redheaded girl to arrive so you all could start the Halloween movie marathon. Steve and you were sitting in your bed choosing the best film to watch first when the doorbell rang.

—That has to be Max. Going! —You went downstairs and opened the door just to face the second thing you remembered about last night's party.

—Sorry, my shitty brother insisted —. Max went inside your house, running upstairs knowing perfectly well the way to your room.

—Your- Your brother?

She didn't even give you time to ask.

—Wow, hi again —.The second thing leaned against the door frame, showing you a beautiful smile and making you gulp.

From last night you remembered Steve having fun while being beautiful, but you also remembered how Billy's lips moved smoothly with yours, one of your hands grabbing his blonde curls, feeling his hot body pressed against yours, the taste of alcohol on his tongue, while your other hand touched his naked chest so lustfully. His hands held your hips in place as your back was against a wall.

—Hi, Billy. I didn't know you were- I didn't know you were Max's brother.

—Half-brother.

You nodded. This couldn't be happening to you. Max did mention to you that she had a brother and now you wished you'd have asked her more about him. Oh god, would Max know?

—So you've been the one keeping Max busy.

You let out a fake chuckle, honestly you were so nervous you wanted to close the door and hide under your bed. —Yeah, sorry about that. I just love hanging out with her.

Billy shook his head, that breathtaking smile never leaving his lips. —It's fine. You know, I'm glad to know it's you she's been around with —. He was leaning more and more every time he had the chance, getting dangerously close to you and licking his lips.

—She's a good kid —. You added.

Billy was shameless, and your house was full of kids, one of them being his stepsister, and having him all over your body wasn't something you'd like them to see. You stepped back, trying to escape him when you bumped into Steve's chest.

—Well, well, well. King Steve Harrington. —Billy said, making the boy behind you roll his eyes.

—What are you doing here, Billy?"

—Just came to drop Maxine off and stopped by to say hi to the most beautiful girl in Hawkins. We were talking about how much fun we had last night, it was great, wasn't it?

You gulped again, a wave of heat spread across your cheeks. The tension between the two men snapped when Billy announced he was already leaving, the teasing smirk never leaving his lips. —See you around, sweetheart. Harrington.

You made a grimace when Billy turned around and started his way back to his car. The door closed and you let out all the air you had in your lungs. —Wow, that was-.

—So it was Billy you made out with last night?

You stopped for a second, thinking about what he just said. —I don't know what are you talking about, Steve.

How did he know? Did he see you? It was impossible that he knew just because of Billy's attitude. Your heart felt heavy inside your chest.

—Nance told me she saw you kissing someone.

—Of course it's always Nance —.You mocked him.

Steve was in the middle of the living room with his arms crossed waiting for your answer. It made you angry that Steve seemed so demanding because you didn't need to give him any explanation yet there he was, so definitive about you confirming what Nancy saw.

—So she's right —. He assumed.

—And what if she is huh?

—I don't know, you just didn't seem the type to hook up with random people at parties.

You raised your eyebrows at his words, your eyes almost popping out of their sockets. —What's that supposed to mean?

Steve went silent. You were offended and now he was the one not answering you.

—I actually know what that means. It means that even though you don't want anything with me, you like me being after you like some fucking lapdog.

Steve chuckled. —Honey that's not my fault. You are the one who's always after me for some attention.

Your whole body tensed and Steve right away realized what he had said.

—It's over. I'm over you. Find someone else to boost your ego. Maybe Nance would do a good job.

You turned around to go upstairs when you noticed Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Max were on the stairs, and because of Max's face, you would say that they've heard the whole thing.

You felt ashamed, your eyes not even wanting to look at none of the kids and moving around the room until you decided to focus on the floor. —I'm sorry, Max. I didn't know he was your brother —. You mumbled when you passed by her side while going to your room, your fists clenched and your cheeks burned because of the shame, but especially because of the anger Steve made you feel. Having to apologize for the situation Steve put you through. You closed the door with a strong slam.

Steve immediately tried to run upstairs and go into your room after you but Max was faster than him and blocked him the way. The girl shook her head at him and Steve huffed in response, going downstairs running his hands over his face and not saying a thing to the rest of the boys before leaving the house with another strong slam.

—I'll go —.Dustin said to Max and the girl nodded.

Dustin left your house and Max went inside your room.

You were on your bed lying on your stomach, your face hidden in the pillows. Steve was pacing down the road, kicking a rock and mumbling words in complete desperation that Dustin couldn't decipher.

Max sat on the edge of your bed, you didn't need to lift your face to know that it was her. Dustin sat on the roadside watching his best friend pace around.

For a moment, none of the four said anything, Max giving you the time you needed and Dustin doing the same with Steve.

—Why you acted like that?

Steve stopped immediately when his friend verbalized the question that had been on his mind since he left your house.

Unlike Dustin, Max didn't know how to start a conversation with you. She had a lot of things to say; she knew that what Steve did was wrong and that she would scream it to his face if she could. On the other hand, she couldn't find a reason why you should feel guilty or apologize to her, even though she felt disgusted by her brother and this whole situation. Maybe she should start by saying that to you.

—You acted like an idiot, you know? —Dustin added more fuel to the fire. —You literally had zero rights, Steve, zero, to claim her like that. Yet you did!

The older boy was silent and static. —I know and I'm sorry —. Steve mumbled, his hands in his pockets. Dustin could not hear his words, so he kept going.

—I- I don't think you should apologize —.Max used the same tone as Steve but your room being a quieter place made you hear her. You snuggled up in your bed. —He's the one who should be sorry.

—I am sorry, okay?! I really am! —Steve cut off Dustin who kept telling him off. How bad he did, how it seemed like he was playing with you, how Steve should clear his mind before acting like that. It was almost as if Dustin was the older one and Steve was the little boy.

—I'm not the one you have to tell.

Dustin was mad because he knew how Steve had been feeling about you lately. Steve never told him explicitly but Dustin was his best friend, the person who knew him the most. Not accepting his feelings for you was making the man frustrated and unbearable. That frustration hiding the regret of rejecting you last year when you confessed to him. You were aware that he would not reciprocate your feelings, but you just needed to let it out to let him go.

—Look, if you like Billy-.

You shook your head. —I don't. Not like that.

Max couldn't deny she felt relieved, she knew Billy wasn't good and that he would only hurt you. She nodded, realizing what was going on. You still had feelings for Steve. You barely talked about him anymore since he started dating Nancy, and when Max asked, you would only say you were happy for him. For them.

—Say it, Steve.

Steve frowned. —Say what?"

Dustin took a deep breath, putting aside the urge to punch his friend. —Just say it out loud man —. He insisted, both of them getting on each other's nerves. Steve asked the same to Dustin, even more desperate now. —Say it, you coward! Say how you feel about her! —Dustin stood on his feet approaching Steve.

—I like her, okay?! I like her, I- like her.

Dustin nodded satisfied. He looked at Steve, who apparently was realizing now what he just said as if his subconscious betrayed him.

—I can't deny that the idea of you and Billy kissing makes me want to rip my brains off —. Max said and you both giggled.

Max's words made you feel warm. You sat on the bed and she sat in front of you. She mentioned a million times how much she hated men, and how you both should forget about them and buy a house far from Hawkins, maybe somewhere in Europe, and live together. A knock on the door of your room surprised you two. "We heard the giggles." Lucas, Will, and Mike peeked their heads out. "Maybe we still could watch the movies." You and Max gave each other a quick glimpse, her eyes saying only if you felt like doing it. "Yeah, sure. Let's go." You made your way to the living room and sat down on the couch, Max next to you resting her head on your shoulder.

Right when you pressed play, the doorbell rang, getting in response a huff from everyone in the living room. You paused the movie and went to the door to find Dustin all alone. "He left." You nodded slowly at his announcement. "Good." You said but that was not what you were thinking.

The regret was killing him, his stomach hurt and he went to bed like three hours ago but his eyes hadn't close for more than five seconds. You and the kids were on your third movie when they started to fall asleep one by one, so you decided to get up from the couch and get their beds ready: two mattresses and cozy blankets for Mike and Lucas while Dustin and Will took the couches. Max was snuggling up in your bed next to you, the warmth of your body making the girl cuddle you and you brought her closer to you. Not five minutes passed since you got into bed when you realized you were not gonna sleep much that night. Now it's been two hours and you were right. Your head was a mess and it was loud, the overwhelming sensation of you thinking you overreacted with Steve not letting you sleep. The only thing that kept you calm was focusing on your fingers braiding and working on Max's hair. Did you overreact? Max did understand you, and if you would've overreacted, she would've told you straight up. Dustin's grimace of redemption also felt like he understood you. The kid tried to talk to you when you went to the kitchen between the first and the second movie, but you answered him with a "Please Dustin, not tonight" and he didn't insist, which you thanked.

He couldn't take it anymore. Steve felt like his soul was trying to escape from his body and run to your house.

The sound of something hard hitting your window made you stop playing with Max's hair while she was sleeping peacefully in your chest. You stared at the window, waiting for it to happen again or accept that it had been an insect trying to get into your room. But no, there it was again. The small object impacted against the glass again. You stood up carefully to not wake up the girl and approached the window when that thing crashed against the glass again, making you take a step backward. "What the-" You murmured. You checked that Max was still sleeping before finally looking through the window, Steve picking another stone to throw it as softly as he could until he saw you opening the window.

"It's three in the morning, what are you doing here?" Your tone was sharp. "I couldn't sleep." Steve confessed. You arched your eyebrows and rolled your eyes, pretending to close the window again and go back to bed with Max. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, okay?" He said to stop you from leaving him hanging.

"Steve Harrington being sorry."

"Give me a break, y/n." Your mouth opened in surprise. "Give you a break? When you literally called me a slut and lapdog before. Give YOU a break?" You could jump right now off your window and give him the beating of his life.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"You literally called me a lapdog."

"I mean the slut part." You waited. "And I'm sorry for the lapdog thing. You know I love having you around all the time." His sweet words won't save him from this one. You pretended to close the window again, not wanting to hear what sounded like a lie to you. "Look, could you- Could you come down? So we can talk."

Could you? Could you give him that benefit after all? You rolled your eyes and closed the window. Max was still sleeping, you covered her better with the blankets and went downstairs as quietly as possible to not wake up the boys sleeping in the living room. Steve was now waiting for you at the front door, impatient to see you and to be able to fix this mess with you. You closed the door behind you. "Hi." Steve said. You licked your lips and hugged yourself as you said hi back to him in a whisper. Steve cleared his throat. "So, what do you want? Some of us were sleeping." You wanted to get out of this situation quickly. "You were not sleeping." You frowned and when you were about to talk, Steve went ahead. "Those are not your sleeping socks." He pointed at your feet. "And you still got your makeup on. You never go to bed with makeup on you." You gulped looking around, trying to hide the amazement you felt when he noticed those things. "Steve." You interrupted him when he was going to make another comment about you wearing a ring, which also let him know that you weren't asleep. He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I truly am. You are my- You are my best friend and I don't know why I acted like that. I'm an idiot and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said. I guess I was-" Steve made a suspiciously long stop, you made a grimace, waiting for him to continue. "Jealous."

"Jealous of what exactly? Of another man getting my attention instead of you?"

"Of you and Billy okay! Of what happened between you and Billy last night I guess." That surprised you. You needed to test the situation to let him that your feelings for him were the same as they were a year ago, but without saying it explicitly.

"There's nothing between me and Billy. We were- We were drunk, and I saw you dancing with Nancy and-"

"There's nothing between me and Nancy either. Not anymore. We're just good friends." Steve did the same. He let you know his feelings for you without explicitly stating them. You nodded, feeling your cheeks and ears grow hot. "Good." You replied to him. Steve felt the same burning sensation on his face, his cheeks getting a cute pink color. God, it's been so long since he had felt these things for anyone that Steve thought he got himself into a time machine and time-traveled to when he was 13. "Good." He said back.

"Um... Do you wanna come in?" Steve nodded. You turned to open the door and when you turned to him again to warn him that the kids were sleeping in the living room, he took a step forward and using his hands on your cheeks, he kissed you. Steve's lips were soft, just as you've imagined, and they moved perfectly. It was a needy kiss, on his part showing you how much his feelings for you have changed since last year, and on your part, accepting his feelings and reaffirming yours.

You thanked your bed was big enough for three people. Steve was sleeping by your side but also was Max. The girl hugging you from behind, her head on your back, and Steve hugging you both, his face really close to yours, giving you a sweet good night kiss on your lips before closing his eyes.

#stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things angst #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington headcanon #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #steve harrington

[buccini555]

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 – 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

Part.2

≡ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚... The most famous delinquent brothers in school reacting to you by confessing to being in love with both of them.

୨୧ I m a g i n e s!

♡ - ̗̀ ⇢𝐹𝑡. Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani

That day wasn't being easy for you, putting up with your classmates was becoming increasingly unsustainable, for that reason, while everyone was out of the classroom to enjoy the break, you were stuck with your head at your desk, no longer able to containing your insistent tears, you just allowed them to spread by wetting some pages of your books, you cried in silence in that empty room until you heard that someone had entered the place, even so, you ended up ignoring that feeling of presence, when unexpectedly someone placed their hand on your shoulders.

"I'm sure you look much prettier smiling." The shorter boy said, as soon as you stood up a little scared, your heart beat even faster when you realized that Rindou and Ran were right there in front of you, simply the boys you had always been in love with since the first time. you saw them passing through the school hallway, despite them being a little older than you and being from another class, you and the boys had already been in contact at some school parties.

"What's up? Is everything ok?" Rindou questioned, you shook your head in affirmation, trying to hide your tears and sad expression, however, when you raised your head, you ended up letting your papers fall, so the older boy ended up catching it, ending up seeing that it was a small letter you had written to both of them.

"You dropped your little letter! Um? Is this about us? Won't you mind if I read it?" Ran questioned you with a small smile on his face, standing in front of your desk while Rindou sat next to you, at that moment, you thought your day couldn't get any worse, so you allowed the taller man to finish reading your letter.

"That was extremely sweet, [name]. I won't deny that I liked knowing that you like me and Rindou, I confess that I found you so cute, I don't even know if I deserve all of that." Ran had already noticed your looks, for that reason, he didn't seem surprised at all, unlike Rindou who only believed that you just had a crush on Ran.

"Oh? You like me too? Bro- I'm glad to hear that." Rindou got even closer to you, putting his arm on your shoulder and gently pulling you into a hug, his face was red, but you also couldn't notice that Rindou showed the same redness on his cheeks while only Ran seemed confident in such a situation. .

"I-I... I like you and him" You said right away, shy and with a trembling voice, feeling your body goosebumps for revealing something so intimate on your part, the boys looked at each other and they smiled while you were shaking with nervousness.

"You don't need to be ashamed, for us, it's okay if you don't settle for just one of us, isn't it, Rindou? That way we won't have to fight for you." Ran said, folding his beautiful letter and putting it in his coat pocket.

"Honestly, I don't see any problems either, I think it will be fun." Rindou spoke right after his brother's speech, he couldn't deny that he had already set his eyes on you some time ago.

"What do you think, [name]? Are you sure you want to be with me and my brother? We've been thinking about you for a while now." Ran bent down in front of his table, holding his face and looking directly into his still teary eyes, he made his proposal, the older man's look made you want him even more and after that moment, the sadness in your chest began to melt away.

"Yes! I'm sure." You responded directly while Ran let go of your face, caressing it subtly and Rindou was still watching you gently, seeming to be happy with that obvious discovery.

Soon, the bell ended up ringing, signaling the end of the break, for this reason, their classroom quickly began to fill up again and the boys would have to return to their corresponding classroom.

"So we meet after school at my house, right?" Ran waited for everyone to arrive in the classroom, as soon as he noticed that everyone was looking at him and Rindou, he said goodbye, giving you a brief kiss, making the other girls who had a crush on him bite each other in anger.

"R-right!" Smiling, you said goodbye to both of them, anxious for classes to end soon and also noticing all the looks directed at you.

"Great, I'm looking forward to it." Rindou stood up and kissed her cheek, heading out of the room together with Ran.

Your day definitely improved instantly as you would never have imagined being noticed by them among so many other options.

#ranhaitani #ran haitani #haitani ran #ran headcanons #ran x reader #ran fluff #haitani rindou #rindou haitani #haitani brothers #haitani rindou x reader #haitani x reader #haitani brotherd fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev #tokyorevengersheadcanons #tokrev #tokyorev x reader #tokyorevengers #tokyo rev hcs #tokyo revengers imagines #tr imagines #tokyo rev imagines #haitani ran imagines #ran imagines #rindou fanfic #rindou x reader #tokyo revengers rindou #tr rindou

[robininthelabyrinth]

A prompt: I'm still in love with Second madam nie. Anything from her POV, maybe including her favourite person, nie mingjue?

ao3

"Send Huaisang to my office. Immediately."

Nie Mingjue’s order went out, and no sooner out than fulfilled, even if Nie Huaisang did show up looking disgruntled and a little disheveled, as if someone strong had hoisted him up over his protests, thrown him over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and whisked him away when he'd much rather be in his room reading or in a shop buying something. This was precisely what had happened, so Nie Huaisang felt entirely justified, even if his brother frowned ominously at his not-befitting-an-heir-of-a-Great-Sect appearance. 

Still, his brother refrained from scolding (for once) and merely said, "Close the door."

Nie Huaisang did, his interest reluctantly piqued. 

"Something political that I'm not supposed to know about?" he asked. "Or...?"

"Or," Nie Mingjue confirmed, and produced a letter. "Your mother wrote to you."

Nie Huaisang couldn't stop himself from wrinkling his nose.

Nie Mingjue noticed. "What's the matter? You don't want to hear from Second Mother?"

Actually, no.

Neither Nie Huaisang nor his mother had ever managed to properly explain to the bull-headed Nie Mingjue that certain types of people simply couldn't abide sharing space with another of their own kind - yes, even their own children, yes, even from a young age - and as a result he worked tirelessly to maintain his little brother's relationship with his long-absent, presumed-dead-by-most-people mother over both their protests. His persistence and earnest insistence that familial relationships were important was a little cute, actually, but it did mean that it was awfully hard to skive off without actually engaging. 

Of course, the same was true on his mother's side. Nie Huaisang had to suppress a snigger at the thought of his brother hunting down and officiously scolding a fox in some forest somewhere with instructions to write more often.

"Are you going to read it?" Nie Mingjue prompted, and the expression on his face suggested that the answer to the question was required to be 'yes' and also 'right now, in this room, while being watched’. Nie Mingjue would never be so rude as to actually interfere with or eavesdrop on Nie Huaisang's correspondence, but previous experience had already shown him that listening to Nie Huaisang's claims of wanting to read it later or in private would only result in the letter not being read at all, whether due to negligence or it "accidentally" being destroyed in a fire or somesuch.

Damn Nie Huaisang's former self for having used up all the good excuses too early!

"Oh, all right," Nie Huaisang grumbled, and settled himself down to read. At least he could be fairly sure that the content would be about a subject of his liking - after all, the only thing Nie Huaisang had in common with his mother, other than a shared bloodline, was a fondness for his older brother.

-

Hey, pigface -

(Rude as always, Mother.)

I would say that I hope you're doing well, but I don't actually care (it's mutual!) and I'm sure that if there was anything wrong with you, my darling pork bun would have already conveyed it to me. (Almost certainly true.) He'd be ever so distressed about it, the poor tasty little lamb, so you'd better keep yourself in one piece for his sake, you hear me? (Like Nie Huaisang was going to get anywhere near danger anyway. She wasn't wrong about how much Nie Mingjue would worry, though, so Nie Huaisang reluctantly agreed with the sentiment - he'd be able to point to that when his brother ever so politely inquired as to what his mother had written. See, a positive interaction! They were capable of it! Mostly!)

As for your delicious older brother...(She'd better not say anything about Nie Huaisang stopping him from getting into danger, because that was impossible; Nie Mingjue and danger were practically best friends) well, I will only say, if he dies, you are to avenge him.

(Obviously.)

Now, I'm equally certain that you don't give one fig for my own state of health (completely correct), so I won't bore you with that. I will say that your cousin in Dongying is doing very well (that was good, Nie Huaisang had liked him, though of course he'd liked the fact that the man lived all the way away in Dongying even better) and his musically inclined partner sends you in particular his regards. (He'd probably mispronounced it.) I'll spare you how he mangled it (called it!) and tell you instead that he is still proficient in that song you taught him (aww, how cute). I enclose some little tricks that you might find useful (please no) assuming you ever endeavor to be useful (never!)  

Now, onto the most important subject (about time) - how is my tender little zongzi doing? (What a stupid question, she literally saw da-ge when she gave him this message.) He seemed fine in person, but you know he doesn't want to burden people with his troubles (sad, but true) and he is especially cautious when there's a chance that the person in question wants to help out (that's because certain people thought the only way to help any situation involved murder and/or eating people). I expect at least four pages of his day-to-day activities (psst, like Nie Huaisang was going to strain himself to do something like that) in exchange of which I will provide a brand new illustrated set of your preferred brand of picture book (...damn her for knowing his weaknesses). 

Stay alive and in your own territory (same to you, Mother), and best wishes to my best little savory dumpling in the world, may he be ever delicious and ready to eat.

(Stop being weird, Mother.)

(Also, he wasn’t hers, he was Nie Huaisang’s.)

-

"No signature, as always," Nie Huaisang observed, and Nie Mingjue snorted.

"Like anyone could mimic how your mother talks."

Nie Huaisang thought about it, then shrugged in agreement. 

"How is she doing?"

Nie Huaisang gave his brother an incredulous look, which (rightfully) made the older man flush. 

"I have no idea how to tell," he defended himself. "I just want to know that she's not facing any difficulties, that's all. She'd never admit it if she was."

Only da-ge, Nie Huaisang thought fondly, and also No wonder she likes him so much.

It was, he had to admit, the one area in which his mother had impeccable taste that completely accorded with his own. 

His da-ge was simply, unquestionably, the best.

#mdzs #my fic #my fics #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #second madame nie #just a silly thing

[sofiafushiguro]

Hello!! Could I plz request Obey Me brothers + Dateables reaction to their s/o being able to shapeshift into anything weather it's an existing or extinct animal to a mythical being and they're also immortal and go into heats/mating season?

Also MC's a bottom.

: ̗̀➛ Hi, baby! This is actually my first request on my new blog so thank you <3 although I just did Diavolo from the dateable bc I couldn't genuinely think of something for the rest lol :(

Also, for reference, I tried to use the animals from the "Raise" event.

└➤ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Obey me! brothers + Diavolo x hybrid! gn! mc (separately)

└➤𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.0k

└➤⚠️𝖙𝖜: hybrids, monster fucking, mentions of heat season, matting press, oral sex (reader receiving), mentions of breeding, praising, marking, biting, somnophilia. All characters are 18+ here.

prompts

𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗 x dragon! mc:

The thing Lucifer finds the most fascinating in you is your large wings. He thinks they are imposing and show everyone who is in charge; a real sign of a magnificent persona. Lucifer also knows that young dragons feel those urges too, and of course, as your significant other, he oughts to take action. He would take good care of you, caressing every part of your body while whispering sweet nothings to your ear; he wouldn't care if you bite him with those sharp fangs of yours, if you wanna mark him, he will let you. But be careful into wanting to take control of the situation because Lucifer won't hesitate into tying you to the bed and force you to watch him get off while you beg him to touch you.

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

𝖒𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓 x hawk! mc:

His favorite season of the year is spring, not only because the trees in the Devildom start to burst but also because he knows it is the breeding season - literally. You've explained to him million times that you can take care of yourself on those days and that he has nothing to worry about, but still, Mammon insists that he must take part in this because it is his duty as your significant other. He enjoys it a lot because he gets to be with you while in his devil form. What Mammon likes the most, is how clingy you get after being fucked dumb. You don't care that his cum is spilling from your aching hole, or that minutes ago, he was slapping your face with his hard cock, because you need to be close to him while he whispers to you how good you were.

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𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 x siren! mc:

Sirens are known for sinking human boats to force the sailors to have sexual intercourse with them; that's why when you told Levi that you only wanted him and no one else, he felt as if he was an angel again. He is flattered by your words. Why would such a beautiful siren like you like to expend their most precious days with a demon loser like him? These things don't happen every day, and because of this, he is confident that he will make you feel special. Levi is another one that enjoys being in his demon form, that's why he isn't afraid of showing you his scales while you sink your nails into his shoulders, begging him to slow down because it is too much for you, but poor Leviathan, he is so excited that he can't control himself.

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𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓 x cat! mc:

Oh, boy! When I tell you that Satan is the most attentive and delicate boyfriend for a sweet, cute creature like you, I mean it. Lord, he takes his time understanding what's going onto that little head of yours and why sometimes you are more clingy and needy than usual, wrapping your tail around his legs and licking his hands. Satan likes to praise you, telling you how good you're milking his thick, large dick while fucking you from behind and burying your face on his mattress.

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𝖆𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖚𝖘 x bunny! mc:

No one understands and takes care of you like Asmodeus. During most times of the year, he loves how affectionate you are, constantly rubbing onto him and circling his legs, and to be honest, he can't blame you. He is just so gorgeous that he would do the same. And, of course, as the most beautiful demon in the entire universe, Asmodeus cannot help being loved by everyone around him, driving you crazy and full of jealousy. Why does he need other people praising him when that's your job? But don't worry, because Asmo would never do something as cruel as leaving you, that's why he lets you bounce on his cock until you feel it is enough for you; he is a sucker for your cute ears curling when you cum on his shaft. Do you need 4 rounds? Maybe 5? Even if you need to pull an all-nighter to calm his little, needy bunny, he gladly pleases you.

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𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖟𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖇 x puppy! mc:

As time passes, he starts to learn those particular necessities that his puppy needs. Eating together and petting you right behind the ears is awesome, but sometimes you crave a little more. He is a patient demon, I mean, having to deal with all his problematic brothers is not an easy job, but Beel loses himself when he sees you excitedly following him everywhere, moving your tail, and never leaving your side. What is wrong with you and why can't you know your place? It takes you a few thrusts of his cock touching every part of your insides to know that you are his favorite, but that as well, he needs some time alone. He fucks you stupid that you completely understand what he's trying to say by the end of the day.

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𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖌𝖔𝖗 x squirrel! mc:

His favorite part of being with you is when you wake up after hibernation. Don't take me wrong, he loves sleeping next to you and taking care of you, but it drives him crazy when you wake up needy and clingy for him. It is as if you haven't seen each other in years, but you two know it's been only a couple of months since Belphie's thick cock was filling you up completely, and as a normal demon, he has business to take care of. While you're peacefully hibernating, Belphie takes advantage of your sleeping state to fill you countless times with his hot cum, watching with lust how your tail bristles by reflex while you cum unconscious.

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𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖔 x lion! mc:

The ruler of the Devildom has a busy schedule, no doubt about it, but he always makes sure to take some time off and spend it with his lovely creature. Rolling onto your back you expect Diavolo to pay attention to you, but he is focused on some royal duties he needs to take care of, leaving you lonely and unsatisfied. However, as soon as he has some free time, he is rewarding you for being patient and waiting for him, making you cum on his tongue million times before lifting your hips, pulling your knees to your chest, and looking after you as a king would do.

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#obey me🍀 #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me levi headcanons #obey me levi x mc #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me beel smut #obey me fanfic #obey me beelzebub #obey me fic #obey me x you #obey me x reader #tw: monster fucking #tw: hybrids

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

I avoided tumblr for too long and now there are people shipping Solar with New Moon....and I'm confused like....WHERE DID THIS SHIP COME FROM AND WHY ARE PEOPLE SHIPPING THESE TWO??? DID I MISS AN EPISODE?? DID I MISS ANY INTERACTION BETWEEN THEM??? WHAT DID I MISS??

I'm not sending hate to anyone or hating the ship (it sounds kind of interesting, I'm not going to lie). I just want to understand where this ship came from and what others see that I didn't see??? Can someone help me please?? 👉👈

"SUDDENLY"

Lol in reality I've been shipping them in secret for a long time. Gushing in my DMS to my friends about all their interactions for a long ass time. I've just been rambling publicly about it lately.

(mostly started with jokes between @witchysolfan and I in DMs cus ofc it starts out as jokes)

I pretty much started shipping Solar with Moon back when he was just called "Nice Eclipse"

I rambled a bit about it here.

But Solar does a lot for Moon, outside of the realms of just "helping a friend"

Solar was willing to sacrifice himself, not only for Lunar's sake, but to kill Eclipse, and Protect Moon's family. A Moon he doesn't even know. When his Moon has been nothing but cruel and abusive toward him.

Moon was unwilling to lose that sacrifice, and pushed Solar into the portal to save him, and Solar actually punched and cussed him out for it. Even if he was angry, he appreciated the save. Even if he thinks Moon did it for his own sake... just to "not let another person die" You can take this as personal as you want in "he didn't want to let his friend Solar die"

Not to mention, a few episodes later, Solar legit abandons everything he's ever known. He knows he reached a dead end and there's no saving his Sun or Moon. There's no hope of bringing Sun back. No hope of his Moon liking him. No hope of being loved, cared for or a family. His dimension is a dead end....

So he just shows up in Moon's Daycare... Like ..... And to MOON. Specifically... IS LIKE:

"Can I crash here......I had nowhere else to go..."

....That's like one of my top ten romantic troupes how.... like im losing my mind....

Solar is also appreciative of this dimension Moon in a way that he's not with his own Moon. Maybe he was seeing our Moon as a replacement for is, but I think their friendship evolved past this point.

The whole Solar rebuilding the Daycare in a Day episode and Moon gawking at him just made my heart soar. It felt very "As you wish" Princess Bride shit, you feel me?????

Not to mention, Solar and Moon get eachother's humor. They're both a bit of snarky sarcastic assholes and they like teasing each other. And maybe it was just me, but I could never take those teases in a familiar/family way.

Not to mention, Solar was the one that Moon ran to when he was struggling with his NewMoon identity... Not Sun, because his brother he felt just was missing the old him so he couldn't be honest. And Solar readily accepted that part of New Moon so readily.

Moon, in kind, does listen to Solar when he vents about his life and his problems and even suggests he takes breaks and make sure he's not overdoing it. He watches out for him too.

Solar even in the latest episode was so concerned when Moon got sucked into the portal, and even comforted Moon when Moon was being a bit existential about being "one of the dead ones"

They listen to eachother vent, Solar makes things for Moon, Moon even tells him he doesn't need to do all this just for them, and Solar insists he wants to.

Just all their interactions sometimes make my brain explode into mush.

Anyways, don't take this too seriously. I'm just having fun. But all aboard the ship train, choo choo.

#to clarify I shipped them long before Solar announced his family status and i think it's subject to change as he was half hearted about it #tsams au #danachan's asks #danachan's replies

[siblingskissing]

Wincest Headcanons

Please be kind to me as it's been awhile since I've watch Supernatural+ I haven't watched it with my full attention so I may not know important plot lines or scenes that would encourage/be evidence against these. If you have a request or idea please feel free to message/ask!

**This ship was requested by @proship-fictionkin !**

** Any and all hate will be blocked and deleted so don't even bother**

So Sam is definitely the type of guy who does the sappy romantic shit but with Dean, it's a tad different

Where with past relationships he'd do the whole "pull their seat out for them, bring flowers," thing but he knows that's not Dean's thing so instead:

He cleans Dean's weapons and makes sure they won't jam on him, will iron his clothes and wash them how Dean likes (yes he does iron the shirts with beer because Dean likes the smell), and take his boots off of him if he's tired, hurt, or drunk (and if he's drunk he'll massage Dean's legs and feet because sober Dean would never allow it but drunk Dean loves the attention)

Dean on the other hand is great at the whole flirting and seduction but is kinda stunted when it comes to romance and cutesy shit so he finds small things to show it.

He'll make Sam's favorites from when they were kids, find the movies Sam sees in advertisements (since they can't really stop and watch them while on missions), packs extra clothes that he knows Sam likes the feeling of (while also aware that the clothes will end up destroyed at some point so he'll need to replace them).

They both have mixed emotions when it comes to holidays but they celebrate like they did as kids: some sugary sweet treat they made together and the small gifts they could get their hands on

They admittedly like their holidays more than the traditional way of doing it

When Sam got his growth spurt Dean was equally mad that his little brother was taller than him and flushed at the idea that Sam was taller than him

Everyone has caught onto their codependency on each other but Bobby and Charlie are the only ones closest to the truth about them (and maybe Crowley too)

After bad missions, the boys have a tradition of caring for each other. It started as kids with Sam insisting on bandaging up Dean after bad missions, then Dean returning the favor when Sam eventually was brought along. They'd sit together on the bed and delicately clean each other, ensuring they were secure before kissing each other's temples/hairlines.

They aren't lovey-dovey in a traditional sense but they'll hold each other/find a reason to touch any chance they get.

They memorize each other's food orders at certain places (I also hc that they probably just order the same thing every time they go somewhere)

Their first kiss was when Sam was starting high school. He was stressed because of some assignments he couldn't finish because of them moving and Dean just. Kissed him.

When it came to living in the bunker it sort of became that domestic feel they'd each unknowingly been craving

Dean would cook meals like he had as a kid and Sam would be sitting at the table reading the news on his laptop

They both tried not to get used to the routine but both eventually found themselves excited to wake up and find each other there

they never officially start dating it just

Happens

Like, one day they were sitting in the bunker and they had their legs wrapped around one another's and realized it was really nice

and they went from there

they'd always been practically in a relationship but nothing ever official/stated had happened so nothing really changed when they decided they wanted each other

As kids Dean would hold Sam's hand everywhere and did that kid think of calling him his husband

#proship #antis dni #headcanons #proship community #siblings proship #proship headcanons #proship request #wincest #wincest headcanons #ship headcanons #my headcanons #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #bobby singer #spn #weecest

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1169: Roy V. Alucard (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

10:21 a.m. at Smash Town's Local Park.........

Roy: (Places his on the Table and Shows Off his Crunch Up Looking Habd with a Cocky Smirk on his Face) Alright, gramps! Since you're centuries years old, allow me reintroduce you to the Essence of Arm Wrestling. It's-

Alucard: A sport that tests the two competitors' strengths as well as how long they could endure their grip for every passing second until one of them eventually gives in. Is that correct?

Roy: (Stares at the Vampire Fpr a Brief Second Before Clicking his Teeth a Little) Okay, so maybe you do have some actual knowledge in ya.

Alucard: (Forms a Small Smirk) Naturally. I spent almost my entire youth learning about various sports and customs the outside society has to offer at the time.

Roy: (Starts Nodding a Bit) Hm. Not bad. (Starts Smirking Again) For the oldest nerd in town.

Ludwig: (Standing Next to Where his Brother is Sitting) Roy.

Roy: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, I'm just saying it like it is. Besides, It's not too surprising considering you're his even nerder student.

Ludwig: I considered that a formidable honor. (Rolls his Eyes) Its far better than being a competitive brute.

Roy: ('Heh') You missin' out. (Uses his other Arm to Flex his Muscles) Cuz this brute has more skills than your egg shaped brain could ever hope of obtaining.

Ludwig: And yet those skills of yours hardly ever saved you from getting below average grades from most of the classes you've took thus far.

Roy: (Rolls his Eyes in Annoyance) So I got few C's, D's, and only one measly F a year or two ago, big freaking deal! I could easily get better grades this year coming up.

Ludwig: (Crosses his Arms) Oh you will. Because we are going to start tutoring you once we go back to the academy in the next few days.

Roy: ('Groans') Come on, bro, I don't need a tutoring sess- Wait, we?

Ludwig: Master, Grandmother, and I

Maria: (Smiles Brightly at Roy) Your father has requested us to help tutor you for the foreseeable future~

Roy: (Couldn't Believe What He's Hearing) You're kidding.

Alucard: (Simply Nodded) It's the truth. He also wanted us to inform you that he will not hesitate to forbid you from participating in any scheduled wrestling matches if you decline our assistance.

Roy: (Facepalms Himself While Groaning Some More) ('Ugggh') Seriously, pops!?

Ludwig: (Shrugs) What more can we say? They were all his demands, not ours.

Roy: (Rolls his Eyes Some More While Sighing in Defeat) Yeah and now I'm choking on them. So can we get this match started already or what?

Alucard: Yes, I believe we've killed enough time as it is. (Grab onto Roy's Hand) Best of luck to you, boy.

Roy: (Starts Smirking Again) ('Tch') Pretty sure only one in need of luck is you, old timer. Get ready.....Set.......GO-

'Slam'

Roy's eyes start to widen up as he slowly turns to see Alucard's hand planted down on top of his.

Roy: What the!?

Ludwig: (Watched the Quickened Scebe Full Hand) Hm. I guess that's game then.

Maria: (Happily Claps For her Lover) Well done, Adrian!~ I couldn't be more prouder of you~

Alucard: Pity. (Casually Shrugs a Bit) And here I thought I would be given more of a challenge this morning.

Roy: (Angrily Jolt himself Up and Slams his Hand on the Table) Oh don't even try gettin' cocky with me, gramps! How the hell were you able to beat me that quickly!?

Alucard: I was born with strength equal that to full fledged vampires, so it wasn't difficult to outclass yours in a merely second or two.

Roy: Oh I'll show ya outclass once I'll get you back in the next round! (Place his Elbow Back on the Table with his Hand Crunched and Sticking Out) Best one outta two and I'm counting this time, so hurry up!

Alucard: ('Sigh') If you insist. (Grab Hold to Roy's Hand) Ready when you are.

Roy: ('Tch') Better be. One......Two......THREE-

'Slam'

Alucard's hand quickly slammed Roy's down on the table once more.

Ludwig: (Points his Habd Towards his Master) Another round goes to Master Alucard.

Maria: (Happily Claps) Yay!~

Roy: (Growls in Anger Before Bringing His Elbow and Hand Back Up) Best two outta three!

Alucard: Persistent one, aren't you?

Roy: Look who's talkin'? Now, another round! Come on-

'Slam'

Alucard's hand quickly slammed Roy's down on the table once more.

Ludwig: Another point to Alucard.

Roy: DAMNIT! Another round, let's go!

Alucard: Don't you think you're setting yourself up for another inevitable outcome?

Roy: Fat chance! I'll win this one in a heartbeat-

Twenty Four Minutes of Countless One-sided Arm Wrestling Matches Later...............

Roy: (Starts Panting)

Alucard: (Raises an Eyebrow) Let me guess: Another round?

Roy: Damn straight..........(Exhaustedly Bring his Elbow and Hand Back Up) Put 'em up.

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Just give it a rest already, Roy. You're clearly starting to tired out now.

Maria: (Starts Getting Worried) Do you need refreshments of any kind, dear?

Roy: I'll pass for now......(Uses his Other Arm to Wipe the Sweat Off his Forehead Before Pointing at his Brother) And I ain't throwing in the towel just yet!

Alucard: I would be lying if I say your determination isn't somewhat admirable. But I don't believe there's any shame of admitting defeat eventually.

Roy: ('Tch') Yeah, for losers. I'm a Koopa! And the Koopas don't quit until victory gets snatched by our big, grubby hands!

Ludwig: Is that the motto father made? (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) I could've sworn it was something different.

Roy: Nah that's the motto Junior made last year. As bratty as he is, that kid has heart.

Maria: (Gently Places her Hand on her Chest) Aww~

Ludwig: (Proudly Nodded at his Youngest Brother's Motto in Silence)

Alucard: Indeed. ('Sigh') Very well. Let us do one more round. (Grab onto Roy's Hand Once More) Sounds reasonable?

Roy: (Grins Competitively) Sounds good to me.

As Roy starts counting down to five, Alucard stares at him and begins to reminisce on his childhood years and how determined he was in besting the Master Librarian in a game of chess. He was far from the best player in the world and it took him years until he eventually got a win or two, but his unyielding determination was present throughout his trivial journey to victory and to the fire of passion burning in his opponent's eyes has brought something to the Dhampir had yet to feel, pride.

So, rather than adding yet another win to his tally, Alucard decides dial down on his vampire strength enough to let Roy give it his all in their final bout until eventually......his hand brought his down onto the table, much to his apprentice/ newly found grandson's surprise.

Ludwig: Roy, you.....finally beaten Alucard.

Maria: (Happily Applauds the Winner) Congratulations, dear!~

Roy: (Eyes Begins to Widened) I won? (Lowers his Shades Down to See his Hand Down on Top of Alucard's on the Table) Holy Crap.....I did it.(Starts Smiling) I actually did. (Jolt Himself Up From his Seat and Pump his Fist Up into the Sky) I FUCKING WOOOOOOOON! HEY EVERYONE, I'VE DONE IT! I BEAT THE PRINCE OF NIGHT OR WHATEVER AT ARN WRESTLING!!!

Before starts questioning who's Roy screaming at, a group of cheerleaders and his fellow wrestling classmates came out of a few bushes, running towards their winner and cheering in rejoice.

Maria: Oh my.

Ludwig: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) They were watching us this entire time?

Roy: Yep. I posted about our Arm Wrestling Match on the Wrestling Club Page long before we got here. Now let's go, folks! (Takes a Back Dive onto Many of his Classmates' Palms) We're heading to the Waffle Joint, breakfast on me!

The classmates and cheerleaders cheer once more and chanting the pharse " Roy's Our Boy!" before heading off to the restaurant together, leaving the more intelligent trio behind.

Ludwig: (Watches the Crowd Leave with his Brother Before Letting Out a Sigh) Seems like I'm never going to hear the end of this any time soon.....

Alucard: Let your brother celebrate his victory for now, Ludwig. (Forma a Small Smile on his Face) He earned it.

Maria: (Giggles a Bit) Admit it. You let him win there, didn't you?

Alucard: Perhaps I did. And perhaps maybe I saw a tiny bit of myself into him for brief moment and decided to give one of my faithful grandsons a bone for once.

Ludwig: You're really taking this grandparent role to strive, aren't you, sir?

Alucard: (Simply Nodded with a Small Sincere Smile on his Face) Naturally. I promised myself that I would fulfill that role to the Smash Family and I attend om doing so until the bitter end.

Maria: (Happily Hugs Ludwig) Me too!~ It has always been one of my dreams to form and be part of a larger family and from tis day forward, I shall become the grandmother who will give you all the love and guidance each of you need, as well as spoiling you rotten to the core~ (Starts Kissing on Ludwig's Cheek)

Ludwig: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Maria's Kisses) Really don't have to go out of you way to do all that, but.....We truly appericate it all the same.

Alucard: Much obliged. Now. (Finally Gets Himself Up From his Seat) I wonder where we get breakfast from this time around......

Maria: How about that Waffle place Roy mentioned? He would be so happy to see us pay him a visit.

Ludwig: (Rolls his Eyes) I'm pretty certain he'll be too occupied to even notice we step inside. How about we head to LeBlanc Café instead? (Starts Walking Away From the Park Along with his Appointed Grandparents) I've heard from Futuba that Mr. Sojiro has finally serving a few breakfast meals in there, even curry.

Alucard: They serve a plate of curry in the middle of the morning?

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Those two have been obsessed with that meal for so long that it's no surprise that they would do this sort of business tactic.

Maria: Like father, like daughter~

@cyber-wildcat

@albion-93

@caleb13frede

@ma-lemons

#super smash ultimate #castlevania symphony of the night #roy koopa #alucard #ludwig von koopa #maria renard #arm wrestling #humor #sweet family moment #fluff #alucard and maria are good grandparent figures

[gemini-sensei]

Carmanda and Lawrusso AU Headcanons

Fluff Headcanons ○ this is also so very domestic too, I couldn't help myself

Please cut me some slack. I don't write ships often and if I do, it's usually in the background. I focus a lot of character x reader and character x oc, so solely focusin on character x character intimidates me. I hope you enjoy.

A/N: in this au there is a fem!reader and she is Carmanda's daughter. That's just how my brain works. Deal with it.

Also, this is unedited.

They had a sweet little meet cute at the grocery store. They accidentally bumped into each other and dropped their baskets. There were cans rolling across the floor and some fruit spilling out of bag. They helped each other pick everything up while they apologized to one another, making them laugh. They introduce themselves and Carmen ended up asking where she can find the spices because she just moved into town and has never been to this store before. Amanda was more than happy to help. They became fast friends with just a little stroll through the grocery store.

By that point, Carmen was already pregnant with Miguel. She wasn't showing yet but she had a healthy little baby that she couldn't help gush about. Amanda was happy for her, but when she heard that the father wasn't around, she wanted to help her new friend out as much as possible. Carmen didn't want to worry her with such things, but Amanda insisted. She had a pretty good accounting job and had more than enough money that was just feeding her wine habit.

They end up spending a lot of time together between their jobs. Carmen's just gotten a job at the nearby hospital which just so happens to be down the road from the business Amanda works for. They get lunch together as often as possible, most times meaning Amanda is bringing Carmen lunch.

This is a strangers to friends to lovers, baby. By the time Miguel is born, Carmen and Amanda are happy girlfriends. It's whirlwind but it's true love.

Amanda already started two funds, one for a little house for all of them (herself, Carmen, Rosa and baby Miguel) to move into and a college fund for Miguel. She keeps it a secret until she grows tired of the back and forth running from her apartment to the Diaz apartment. She might as well live there, but it's just not big enough. She finally sits Carmen down and asks her if she'd like to find a place of their own and Carmen is so excited. Baby Miggy is too.

BTW, Rosa adores Amanda. She sees how Amanda treats her daughter like a mf queen and loves it.

They got a medium sized house with a little yard and an extra room to make into a playroom for Miguel. They're so happy.

After a few months of living there, Rosa gave Amanda her blessing but marriage was the last thing on the ladies' minds.

Not long after Miguel started talking, he expressed he wanted a little sister. After some discussion and planning, his moms grant his wish. When he's toddling around at 18 months old, his little sister is born.

Amanda carried their little girl and Miguel loved hugging his mama's belly.

The moms love watching Miguel with his little sister. He's such a good brother. As they grew up, they did everything together. They read together, played games together, they even took naps together. Miguel would fall asleep with his sister in his arms while they were watching TV. Someone would come around and cover them with a blanket.

They walked their kids into school on every first day of school, but on the second day, Miguel took it upon himself to walk his little sister to her classroom before he walked to his own. He'd walk to her classroom to pick her up after school, too. This happened everyday until seventh grade.

Carmen and Amanda are so proud of their kids. Miguel is always the best read kid in his class and their daughter is the best helper. If they ever win awards, they take the kids out for pizza. By middle school, they're pretty much known as the nicest kids in school. They have friends, good grades, and they're well behaved. What more could Carmen and Amanda want?

They have regular date nights every week, though the actual day-of might change depending on Carmen's work schedule. They leave the kids with Rosa, who's more than happy to watch the kids for a night so their moms can have some time to themselves. They love to go out dancing.

When they're home together, they love cooking together. They dance around the kitchen until the kids run in and they don't mind adding two little chefs to their tango. As the kids get older, they end up having the kitchen to themselves. Otherwise, Rosa is cooking and making sure everyone has full bellies.

They're happy together and finally decided to get married when the kids were little. Miguel was the ring bearer and their daughter was their flower girl. (And this is my au and I say they could have gotten married whenever they wanted to.) Amanda took the Diaz name happily.

Daniel and Johnny reconnected in college and honest to God, Daniel is the only reason Johnny didn't drop out, but that was only because in the middle of their feuding, Daniel offered to help him with his work so he wouldn't flunk out.

They got to talking about their plans for the future and neither had a completely clear path, but Daniel at least had an idea. He was getting his business degree while Johnny was in general studies trying to figure it all out.

They bond over cars and their lack of fathers/good father figures in their lives. Their banter becomes less about karate championships and more about which old classic car is better. They spend their early college years healing their rivalry with the occasional spat every now and again.

It isn't until their final year in college that they start something. It's unofficial and a little rocky in the beginning, but by graduation they're an out and proud couple. When Johnny's step dad had shit to say about it, Daniel almost decked him and told him to keep his filthy mouth shut. Johnny's mom was supportive but quiet about it, which her acceptance was all Johnny wanted.

They moved into a place together and worked some odd jobs until Daniel could get LaRusso Auto Group on its feet. It took a little time, but once he got it going, things were great. There was some stress put on their relationship in those years, but it was smooth sailing after that.

Johnny loves helping at the dealership. He can really sell a car when he puts his brain into focus mode. He knows his cars, so when he goes down a list of great features of a car and sounds so enthusiastic and impressed, it sells.

However, he's not a permanent figure at the dealership. He likes working with his hands and ended up going to trade school so he could do some handiwork (but we all know how well that goes for him.) You might be asking what the point of staying in college was, and the answer is Daniel LaRusso.

Daniel has to do something with Johnny, though, because while he can sell a car, he's kind of terrible with the customers in other regards. He also has no idea how to do the paperwork. Managing Johnny at work is his worst nightmare to say the least. However, he knows he chose a himbo as his partner and he's not surprised it came to this.

He notices that Johnny is great with the kids that come through. He lets them pretend to drive the cars in the showroom and even got into a heated debate about which Rocky movie is the best. It gives him an idea.

Now Daniel knew he wanted kids long before he and Johnny were in a relationship, but he never knew if that was something Johnny wanted. However, watching him interact with kids at the dealership gave him the incentive to finally ask him about it. And when he does, Johnny's a little apprehensive but would be lying if he didn't like the idea of a few brats running around their big empty house.

A hop, skip, and a jump later, they have a surrogate in Shannon Keene. They opt to not know which of their sperm fertilized the egg, they'll be happy regardless. But surprise! They're having twins!

They have a boy and a girl which they happily name Robert and Samantha, Robby and Sam for short. Sam is the oldest by two minutes and she never lets Robby forget it. (I love the twins Sam and Robby/LawRusso au, but I did not come up with it. That was someone else whom I cannot remember now, but I can't take credit for it.)

Johnny spends those first nights with the twins in the nursery just watching over them. (as twins they sleep in the same crib right beside each other because when they tried to put them in separate cribs, they cried so much.) He's so worried he's gonna screw them up somehow and Daniel has to assure him that he's gonna be a great dad.

(Side note, Johnny built the whole nursery with his bare hands and he's proud of it. (side-side note: Daniel watched over the entire process to make sure everything turned out okay.))

As babies, Johnny had his hands full. Once they started crawling and later walking, he was running down kids left and right. Sam and Robby kept him on his toes. He'd be in the kitchen making lunch with the kids in view, he turned his back for .04 seconds, and then they're gone.

Johnny slept in a lot once they were around three years, so Daniel cooks breakfast with the kids. They make pancakes and bacon and fruit salads. Then the kids run to daddies' room an jump on Johnny to wake him up.

" 'm sleepin'. Go away."

"But daddy, we made bacon!"

Works every time.

Daniel will come home to the house being in complete disarray. Johnny was already a bit of a slob before the kids, but the twins just pile on toys and whatever else on top of Johnny's slobbish ways. Daniel considered hiring a maid at one point or another.

#carmanda #lawrusso #cobra kai au #daughter!reader #carmen diaz #amanda larusso #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai au headcanons #twins sam and robby #domestic headcanons #fluff headcanons #gemini sensei

[cosmic-robot-menace]

it will always be infuriating to me how my mom brags about being "such a feminist" when she's one of the most misogynistic people I had the misfortune of being raised by. My entire life she would criticize me for not being "girl" enough, for frequenting boys more than girls and bringing feminity in the most ridiculous situations. An instance was I had a stomach pain during class (I was in art school), there was nowhere I could lay down on so I just laid on the floor on my coat. My mother was appalled because "girls shouldn't lay down on the floor like that". Whatever that meant.

Of course, when I denounced her behavior in my final year comic, she scoffed and got angry that I was "exaggerating", and that she "never" criticized me for hanging out with boys more than girls because she had male friends too (hypocrite). And yet she did, I remember how she'd push me to frequent girls more and constantly bother me about boyfriends as soon as I hit puberty, always asking me if a male friend was my boyfriend. No matter how much I told her to knock it off, she'd insist.

She claims to be a feminist, yet said some of the msot unhinged sexist bullshit. She claimed my partner was "abusing" me because they were usually the one to ask me if I wanted to watch a show and bragged she was "more feminist than me", or that one time during a school assignment, I drew a female werewolf, and she got pissy over it and told me to make her male, because "female werewolves don't exist and no one would understand it's a werewolf because it's female" (surprise, my teachers and classmates understood it. Also, werewolves don't exist at all, mom, you fucking moron).

Even though I came out over a year ago, she still deadnames and misgenders me. She's still in denial I am not female. She was horrified and tried to "talk me out" of the name change topic because "no one chooses their name and it's a waste of time". She resents me, even if she will help me move out, she resents me. She hopes it's a "phase" and she's not subtle about like, like asking me if name changes are "reversible". She resents me that she couldn't mould me into what she wanted me to be. She failed her relationship with my brother, and she's desperate to get what she wants from me. I won't let her. Once I move out, I'll work on the name change in one way or another. I'll mould myself into what I want.

Fuck you.

[gxlden-angels]

Shiny Happy People Thoughts: Episode 3

TW: The Duggars Family

- This one focuses more on the actual abuse and some of the victims that came forward to speak

- Part of it is about how the show allowed things to continue and was used as a source of control

- Part of it is about how Gothard and IBLP as a whole allowed for abuse to run rampant in these circles

- I'm so glad I didn't have to deal with courtships and arranged marriages. I was not very interested in dating through middle/high school, so most of my conversations surrounding relationships for me were hypotheticals and "Do you have a bf yet? A crush? A guy we can question and screen first?" and not "Do you want to be in a courtship with this other teen we selected then get married a year later?"

- I have family that still gets shit on for having kids out of wedlock or getting divorced

- I can't imagine having to deal with that *and* having it broadcasted on national TV for thousands to watch you awkwardly agree to get married

- Chaperones luckily also weren't a thing for my family after a certain age. You're assumed responsible for yourself and if you don't obey ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ guess you'll have to answer to god

- HOLY SHIT SHE HAD A BABY IN THE BATHROOM?

- This episode is called Under Authority

- My dad did expect me to be under his authority until I was 18. He did expect me to do what he said, but he was reasonable and honestly took feedback more than other adults in my family

- I did have uncles that insisted I was under my father, then husband's authority and I shouldn't have left my dad's house until I was married or living with other family that could watch me. One uncle even said SA victims are at fault for not being under their father's watch.

- I was never a part of IBLP or their groups. We had groups, trainings, VBS and ministries, but never anything as intense of these. I mostly remember the youth teacher who said if your parents threaten to beat the hell out of you that's a good thing because they're beating a demonic spirit out of you and the girls' group pastor who told us oral causes acne

- HOLY SHIT THE TAMPONS THING

- I didn't have the exact same experience but was told I couldn't even use the extra small teen tampons because I "wasn't ready yet" and I was too scared to ever try. It's wild how little things like that stay rooted in your brain

- "So they took my devil sticks"

- "Shame was a tool that really kept all of us in line"

- The IBLP training centers remind me a lot of the stories from troubled youth camps. Abused children often lash out. They can feel that this stuff is wrong, but they get punished for reacting and that's how all of this stuff functions. It's all "breaking their will"

- You do a bad thing so you get spanked and you cry or try to defend yourself and that just leads to more spankings or worse

- David Fucking Green. I should've known he was connected to them.

- I knew a lot of cops grew up with these ideas, but didn't realize they literally went to police academies and prisons and places like that. They insist that the voice of authority itself should lead to compliance when that's not how things work.

- A kid will cry when spanked. They are afraid. A person will struggle if you hold them down. They are afraid. A person will panic when threatened with violence. They are afraid

- It's essentially training a person to be in a constant state of freeze or fawn. I used to stay in a constant state of flight or fawn. I either hid or fawned to authority

- I understand that appealing to their rigid authority means the show can keep going and TLC keeps making money, but holy shit did TLC enable serious financial abuse

- I know this isn't the first time, but I didn't realize Jill never saw a cent. I assumed they were given a small allowance or just enough money for what they needed like children

- This episode explains Gothard and his brother's widespread and rampant sexual abuse. If you do watch the series, this section is terrible to sit through

- I talked before about keeping drama in the family, but this episode really goes into it and how both IBLP and TLC did that.

- The victims got to speak about it and the line of thinking that lead to this. It's a cult. It's all brainwashing and these parents are convinced it's the easiest way to keep their kids safe. They're convinced the world is after them as christians and they will be killed for it if you don't raise them this way

- "Blonde girls get picked" reminded me of just how little autonomy I and a lot of these girls had even over our hair. When I got my first haircut, it was by a lady who went to our church and she called my dad to make sure he approved before she'd touch my hair because she didn't believe me when I said he said I was old enough to be in charge of my own hair now

- The women were not allowed to speak out and even if they did, they had no words to do it. You don't have autonomy, you're an extension of your father. I've heard horror stories of my aunts and great aunts thinking hold hands would get you pregnant or that they were dying when they had their period

- I fortunately never experienced any overt sexual abuse like in this documentary

- I'd also seen the law of crying out mentioned by others, but never explicitly heard/saw it myself. It was implied by the idea that you're under your father's authority and watch so if you're where you're supposed to be, you'd cry out and he'd rescue you, but never said explicitly

- The entire section about Recovering Grace is hard to say anything about. It also talks about the parallel between Bil Gothard and Josh Duggar as a large and small scale version of each other. It is why there is a trigger warning

- "It's been shined up and put on TLC"

- Families like the Duggars are everywhere in the US, they just aren't on TV

- This episode introduces Josh's more recent crimes and more current fundamentalist influencers like Paul and Morgan

- The next episode is apparently behind a paywall >:( what da fuck

#SHP Thoughts #I don't think there's much to say about this episode that I haven't said #well there's a lot to say but it's #A Lot #Too Much in fact #ex christian #religious trauma #child abuse tw

[demonslayedher]

I lost a bet to myself and paid the price by making another demon sibling AU. Was originally just going to be headcanons and doodles, but I wound up writing the parts I felt like. The names of Tengen's siblings are entirely made up. This will come in two parts due to length.

Clicking each bone in his spine, Yogen stood to his full height, taller than Tengen remembered. It wasn't uncommon to go long periods of time without seeing his siblings when they were on their own missions, but Yogen shouldn't had changed that much. "I'll spare you. It wouldn't do for the Uzui clan not to have a head. Now you're the strongest one."

"...Yogen..."

"I wouldn't had been able to take you on, if not for the fact that you'd never have done it if you knew. You should thank me, Aniki. You know what I've spared you? Father was going to make us all have a fight to the death. You'd have done at least half of this."

"What have you done!?"

"I ate them," he laughed, something Tengen had never heard Yogen do in his adult voice. He had the most infectious laugh when they were children, and this rang with the same pleasure, however dissonant. "I was stunned too, at first. When I came to, I had eaten two of them, they were still warm in my mouth, their cells already nourishing mine. But you know what? I decided to eat the others. I was going to kill them anyway, what difference does it make that I should eat them?"

Tengen's face pearled back into a snarl, his eyes flaring.

"One, two, three... Eizen got away before I could bite him, though. That whelp would had done nothing for me. The one I really wanted to eat was the strongest," he said, his glowing white eyes shifting down to their father's fresh corpse. "And now, even he's nothing to me."

Tengen could stand no more of this. "Yogen!!" he screamed and gripped one of the swords at his back, and charged at Yogen all in one motion. A hard sickle burst out of the flesh of Yogen's arm and caught it, but when Tengen pulled his other sword down through Yogen's shoulder and chest, the sound of ripping sinews what different than it should had been. A look over to the injury revealed that the shoulder was repairing itself before Tengen's eyes. When had he learned any technique like that?

The momentary lapse in focus caught him, Yogen swiped up against Tengen's forearm. It felt too varied to had been spiked knuckles--those were his fingertips, he had grown claws. Tengen drew a sword up to lop off Yogen's forearm, and then his brother let out a shrill scream as his features lit up and revealed how contorted they had become. Yogen didn't look human anymore with how his veins bulged and burned. Burned? From what? Tengen took a look over his shoulder to the sun rising and casting light through the wide open door, and when he looked back, Yogen was gone.

---

Tengen watched the flames consume the house and the bodies of his slain family. He had combed it for any trace of Yogen, but his brother left none. Hope though he did that the flames may consume Yogen too, he knew in his gut that he was still out there.

Behind him, Suma sneezed in a gust of smoke that wafted into her face. Hinatsuru handed her a handkerchief, as she and Makio were already covering their faces in case of poison. Tengen didn't bother, he was resistent to most ninja poisons, and the scratches down his forearm were already less swollen. "You three should go back to your homes."

"No!" insisted Suma.

"We're already members of the Uzui clan," said Hinatsuru.

"Your revenge is ours," added Makio.

Hinatsuru made the most important point, they were already seen as his property. He could hear whispers and feel them all being watched; the other ninja clans knew what had befallen the most powerful family, and the Uzui name was now shunned. Even if Tengen wanted to stay, he had no place in the village, and neither did anything that belonged to him. The only thing left for him now was to track his brother down and drag him to hell.

Someone else was approaching, and Tengen reached for one sword. Uneven footsteps. One didn't have the splat of a foot, it was the thunk of wood--a cane, or two canes? A leisurely, but determined pace. Self-assuredness, even for entering ninja territory. A robust heartbeat. Who was coming?

"Well, is that what you all look like? I feel like I've wandered into one of those storybooks," said an old man. He had one missing leg, a full head of hair and moustache to rival it, a grin, and a telltale scar lining the underside of his left eye. "I had always left your kind alone, but I couldn't when I felt the presence of a demon over here."

"Who are you?" Tengen asked, stetching one arm before his wives while the other hand stayed at his weapon.

"You didn't chop its head off, did you, ninja boy? It's long gone by now, you know. It'll hide from daylight. Be even more trouble to find if it's one of your folk."

"How do you know about us?" Makio shot back.

"How do you children not know about demons? Aye," the old man huffed to himself as he set down a stool he carried. He planted his rump on it, then folded his arms. "The name's Kuwajima Jigoro, former Roaring Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corp. I figured this would be out of your expertise, so I've come to help."

Tengen felt in his gut he could trust that. He dropped to one knee and bowed his head, his wives all doing likewise behind him. Jigoro seemed to enjoy that, but insisted they do not. Instead of bowing, he'd appreciate the ladies rubbing his shoulders to display their gratitude, he said.

While Hinatsuru and Makio set about at each arm, Suma kneeled at his remaining foot with a gasp. "Aren't old people not supposed to be this beefy?"

"Can it, Suma!" chided Makio.

Hinatsuru said nothing, but could feel something was different in this man, not only in his physique. Whatever he had to say was going to change their lives more than the previous night already had. They all listened carefully as Jigoro orated about the existence of demons, how they eat humans, how they are near impossible to kill, but also the methods of those who hunt them, with specialized blades and an organization to support them. As he began describing Breath, however, Tengen stopped him. "I already know all that, that's ninjutsu basics. That's not giving me anything I don’t already have."

"Oh? I figured as much. Always made me curious about you pups. So you you've got the basics of Breath technique, huh?"

"It's beyond basic," he shot him an annoyed frown.

"I'll be the judge of that. See that tree over there? That's probably about the strength of the usual demon neck. Go hog wild on it." As much as showing off was against the ninja code, Tengen wasn't in the mood to argue and made short work of that tree, the only sound being the pop of it seperating into two halves. Jigoro gave him a clap, then stood with his cane. "Good accuracy. Spot on. Now you pick one out for me. Take some mercy, though, I'm only working at half-strength." He balanced on his foot and his peg, plopping the end of his cane in his palm to show off that he meant to use it in place of a sword. Tengen hated when other people tried to be show-offs, so he pointed to a tree a few rings thicker than the one he had cut.

The old man eyed it, then slid his good foot through the dirt, and as he leaned forward, clouds of steam rose from his lips. "Breath of Thunder, Fifth Form. Heat Lightning."

The sound hit Tengen so hard that he covered his ears, and the old man was gone--on the other side of the tree, which was not only cleanly chopped, but split itself in half vertically as it fell. A rarity, Tengen's jaw dropped. Jigoro looked back with a fierce grin, knowing he'd have left them all impressed.

Rather than one knee, Tengen planted his palms and face to the ground. "Please teach me this technique, Master."

"When did I ever say I wanted a student like you? You already said you know Breath technique, don't you?"

"You won't teach him?" Suma sat straight up, little tears in the corners of her eyes.

"I only want students with talents I can mold. You're already set your ways and would just try to make Thunder Breathing into what you want. You can't fill a full tea cup, as they say."

Tengen wanted to insist he's do anything to take his revenge, but the old man was right. As he was, he wouldn't be able to unlearn everything he always knew, it was as much a part of him as every experience and memory, like every scar, such as the ones running down his left arm.

"The true nature of Thunder Breathing would escape you, you'd get too caught up in how powerful it looks. You're too flashy!"

His cheeks flushed. "Say that again."

"You're too... flashy? I don't think a ninja should find that a compliment."

"You can't tell him all that and then not train him!" insisted Makio. "Please! There's got to be something you can do! Tengen-sama works really hard!"

"Tengen-sama works harder than anyone!"

"Please, Master. Tengen-sama can think flexibly, please give him a chance."

"I won't! I can already tell he's not the sort of student I'm looking for!" he barked back, and Suma burst out into sobs, while Hinatsuru hid delicate tears and Makio's face turned dark red. Jigoro flinched at the sight of the upset girls, then looked back to Tengen. "I--I didn't come out here to leave you high and dry, you know. I already told you about the Corp, didn't I? That's where you really need to go. I can't teach you Thunder Breathing, but if you really think you can pick up something new, there's an old scroll I've got of an off-shoot Breath. Someone like you might be able to pull it off. What do you say, ninja boy? How about I give that to you and you teach yourself Sound Breathing?"

---

From there, Tengen took much the same course as in canon. When he became a Pillar and had his meeting with Oyakata-sama, he was upfront about his reasons for entering the Corp. Oyakata-sama appreciated his frankness and assured him that the entire Corp would support him if they found any information on Yogen, but Oyakata-sama was also keen on the undercurrent of Tengen's heart; that he was relieved to leave the murderous ways of ninja, and that he wanted to live an upright life. This finally gave words to something Tengen always felt, but thought he had no right to wish for. He and his wives were moved and they swore loyalty to Oyakata-sama.

However, as time went on, there were no clues whatsoever about Yogen. Around the time they all got antsy, Makio finally couldn't stand it anymore and suggested they may never find him. "Think about it," she said. "This Corp is full of strong swordsmen. Someone might had already chopped off his head long before we got here."

While that should had come as a relief, Tengen couldn't help but find the idea frustrating. That revenge was his to take. He could think of only one person stronger than him who might had done it, so he described Yogen to Himejima one day and asked if he remembered seeing a demon like that. Himejima plainly replied that he was blind.

As they began to accept that they may never have closure, Hinatsuru proposed that they be satisfied bagging an Upper Moon. That should be enough for them to earn their peace, she said, and as much as it grinded away at Tengen's heart, he agreed.

In the course of performing Tengen's Pillar duties, they closed in on what was likely an Upper Moon in Yoshiwara. Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma slipped in, but when he lost contact, Tengen went looking for some female Corp members to sneak in and see what was up. That's when he reencountered the boy whose head he meant to spill at the last Pillar meeting, as well as his two annoying buddies. Inosuke would had been satisfyingly flamboyant, if not for the fact that he was gross. The other whelp was named Zenitsu.

"You write that 'Zen' with the kanji for virtue?"

"Yeah. What's it to you?"

"Nothing," Tengen replied, never saying anything of it ever again. It didn't take long for him to notice that Zenitsu had ears on par with his own.

The boys managed to get in, and soon the plan went awry. Tengen's first encounter with an Upper Moon broke out, and that went awry in the most horrifically flamboyant of ways. Tengen found himself unconscious, needing to stop his heart to keep the demon poison from spreading, as it was many times more potent than any ninja or demon poison he encountered before. There was fire in the wreckage nearby, he'd be consumed if he doesn't move soon. In the odd space where consciousness was returning to him, his hearing reached into a deeper plain, where he could hear the most carnal thoughts pounding though the bodies of those around him.

Tanjiro was panicking.

No scent! No scent! Upper Moon Five--where did--but--no scent! No scent!!

Tengen could hear Upper Moon Six, in both bodies, but he couldn't hear any other demon. It gave off no sound. He struggled to look in Tanjiro's direction, and was stunned by the sight of a demon partway sticking out of the shadow Tanjiro has cast, guarding Upper Moon Six with a kunai stuck in his arm.

"Sakage!" growled Upper Moon Six. That is not the demon's name. "I don't need you here! Were you intruding on my thoughts?"

"I didn't need to. I heard the cacophony from ages away. You wouldn't had seen wisteria coming anyway."

Upper Moon Six looked to the kunai, while Tanjiro panicked that the poison had no effect on the newly arrived demon.

"Quit with all the fuss. I'd appreciate it if you hurry up and silence that Pillar over there," he turned his glance to Tengen. His eyes had writing in them, but that was Yogen. "I can't be bothered."

Yogen disappeared into the shadow as suddenly as he appeared, and Tanjiro fell forward with a stumble. He'd be a sitting duck like that, Tengen had to go save him, he pushed himself off the ground to--but--but his arm was missing--the scars were torn off-----

---

Yogen had been quick to learn some of the ins and outs of being a demon, but not all the finer details. He gathered from the surrounding demons' fear of the drum demon that the "Twelve Moons" were the most fearsome demons, closest to their progenitor, but didn't those other demons notice that the drum demon couldn't stomach humans as he ate them? That demon was weak, and Yogen wouldn't stand for it. He cut off his head.

It did not kill the demon, who screamed at him with the characters "Lower Six" in one of his eyes, but he shut up quick when Kibutsuji Muzan arrived. Despite warning Yogen that this was not how fights between demons were done and he should kill Yogen for acting without permission, Muzan smilingly decided to allow it, and instructed him to absorb the former Lower Moon Six and assume his role. Muzan did not care for how Yogen's name referenced sunlight, though. He renamed him Sakage on a whim.

Sakage went on to learn very quickly how to please Muzan, and how to climb the ranks. While not immune, he could resist wisteria poison, which Muzan was more than pleased to borrow from him and see how he could try to adopt it into his own cells. Sakage could move between connected shadows, and in spying on the Corp, he picked up on the hand signs the swordsmen used and quickly deciphered them, and openly reported so to the demons that outranked him. With hearing far more advanced that his brother's ever was, he listened to the information shared between crows, piecing apart their language to the best of his understanding.

Lower Moons Three and Two later, he used his spying abilities to identify his next target: Upper Moon Five.

Gyokko was startled by the challenge, and under Muzan's gaze, he could not refuse. Sakage made short work of him, and the other Moons all felt a chill. Akaza's chill was excitement.

Akaza wasted no time in chatting up the new Upper Moon, for Sakage likewise had a stated hatred for weaklings. While Sakage did find it a bit of a bother, especially since he knew he was a long way from ever being able to pose a real challenge to Akaza, he learned that the quickest way to stop Akaza from pestering him was to spar. Akaza loved to chit-chat even while sparring, though, and this became a useful way for Sakage to catch up on a hundred years of gossip about the other Upper Moons.

While it did feel they had somewhat of a friendship, one day they got on the topic of poison. "I hate people who use poison," said Akaza, between punches. "It's as cowardly and low as you can get."

Sakage, who could create a myriad of weapons from his cells as needed and always laced them in poison, was not offended, but disagreed. "I see no problem in being effective."

This gave Akaza pause, and an uncomfortable drop in his stomach. He excused himself, and bothered Sakage not so often after that.

Muzan was typically pleased with Sakage, which made Hantengu tremble that the ambitious demon had it out for him next. When Muzan was in a foul mood after Upper Moon Six's defeat, Sakage was likewise in a bad mood for the annoyance he encountered out there, someone who should had stayed hidden away instead of bearing free his inherently show-offy personality by joining the Demon Slayer Corp, especially since he was sure to have his ears set to the ground now for any new sign of him. He was certain Tengen witnessed him. But, for as much of an insult as it was to the Upper Moons that Gyutaro let him live, Tengen wouldn't be much of a threat anymore.

Still, Sakage knew to keep his cool. He had news to report, and he was certain of his deciphering. When he declared where the swordsmith village was located, Muzan had no doubts, and sent Hantengu alone. "Now why couldn't you find that, after all this time?" Muzan smirked to Nakime. She, not being of any rank, could merely apologize. Sakage took no pleasure or pride in looking better than a peer whom he knew he was stronger than. Muzan's mood could never be sustained for long, though, and he very soon frowned back to him. "You've brought no word of the blue spider lily."

"My apologies."

"Aren't ninja supposed to have knowledge of these things? Weren't you of a high ranking clan? Go back and order them to search."

And, at that moment, a dangerous thought escaped Sakage's inner filter, it leaked though to his mind at the same moment it leaked to Muzan's: But I can't show my face back there.

The way Muzan's face bent with disgust drove more terror into Sakage than when he was still a human and first encountered the demon lord. He felt certain of a swift death, but Muzan let him be. Sakage was still too useful. But, Sakage knew he'd have to crawl back to Muzan's graces by providing something of more use to him. He had to unveil a secret of more value.

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Tengen, who remained active despite missing an eye and a hand, was present at an emergency Pillar meeting. Tokito and Kanroji were bandaged up, and they recounted how the swordsmith village was attacked by Upper Moon Four. With two Pillars and a few other reliable Corp members all working together they defeated him well before daybreak, but not before discovering an ancient ability known only as "the mark."

As he was now, Tengen knew he'd never attain this. What bothered him more was how the demons found the village, so hidden that he'd have to put his mind to it to have figured out where it was. He could had resorted to old tricks to figure it out, whether that be silently tracking the smiths after their deliveries or flirting with the Kakushi, but what recourse would a demon have had?

'I heard the cacophony----'

A demon may have had ears that rivaled his own, or were better!

Feeling sure of which demon it may had been, he set to thinking of what he would do next. If the demon moved in shadow, listening for the Corps' secrets, what would be a bigger target than the swordsmith village?

Oyakata-sama!

"Uzui-san, are you alright?" asked Himejima. "You seem quiet today."

"You look pale," added Kanroji.

"I'm jealous I won't get one of those flashy marks," he lief without flaw. "We all know I can't take any demons on like I used to. Maybe I don’t belong here."

"Uzui, what sort of talk is that?" Iguro looked to him with his flamboyant dichromatic eyes wide, and brows knit tight over them. "This isn't like you."

"I've got a different sort of mission to go on, I'll see myself out. You all stay here and keep each other company discussing this."

"Then I'll excuse myself here as well--"

"Not you, you've got no excuse," Uzui forced Tomioka back to a seated position by pressing on his head.

In conducting his own investigation, Tengen set his crow to work investigating from the sky. What the crow learned, tracing a few leaks and scolding the birds involved, was that their mid-air communications may had been what spoiled the secret location. This confirmed Tengen's suspicion about Yogen's hearing. He had a feeling about some other spoiled secrets too, and in following up with Corp members involved in previous mishaps, he concluded that the secret hand signals had been divulged.

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(Read the conclusion reblog here.)

#please reblog from the conclusion post thx #tw blood #tw violence #tw cannibalism

[harryhoney-bee]

What about uncle!Harry? Harry toddling around with Gemma's baby and the baby pointing out at Harry during the concert? What do you think?

#hslot concept

The fish song- Uncle!h

Summary: Harry's nephew comes to the US to watch him performing in Florida.

(This is Love on Tour era, but I couldn't find any short hair harry with a little boy picture)

I'm not doing very good right now, so I'm gonna try some blurbs/requests to 💫cope💫

Word count: 1.2k

When Love on tour started the Us still had laws that didn’t allow fully vaccinated British citizens to travel to the country, so the whole Styles family couldn’t watch any of Harry’s performance, that, of course, made Gemma and Anne very upset.

But thankfully during October, the health guidelines changed and they finally went to the States. Harry was thrilled to know that, considering it’s been a long time since he last saw his family.

Harry went to the airport to pick them up, but what he didn’t know was that Gemma had planned a surprise for him. She told her brother only she and Anne were coming, so when Harry saw a little blonde-haired toddler running in his direction in the airport hallway he felt like crying. Well, he did cry.

After the feeling of bewilderment of seeing Leo after months vanished, Harry quickly got him in his arms, kissing the little boy, who had the same laugh as Gemma.

“Uncle Harry, I missed you,” Leo said, running his chubby hands over Harry’s unshaved face.

“Miss you too bug, can’t believe you’re here” Harry looked at the beginning of the hallways, where Gemma and Anne were standing, holding their baggage while watching the beautiful scene in front of them.

The women got closer, dropping their bags and hugging Harry as well. Anne kissed Harry’s cheek like he was the little boy and not Leo. “Harry, my baby. You better never stay in another country for this many months.” Anne complained.

“I missed you two so much, you guys have no idea,” he confessed while Leo was tracing the tattoos on his shoulder. “Gem, I didn’t know you cut your hair! I also didn’t know you were bringing Leo, why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve bought a gift for him.”

“Gift, uncle Harry?” Leo asked, pure joy in his blue eyes, “I want a gift, please?”

Harry patted his head. “Of course, buddy, we’re going to go to a kid’s store later and you’ll pick whatever you want.”

Gemma rolled her eyes as Harry gave her Leo, he picked up Anne and Gemma’s bags and headed to the main door, where the car was waiting for them. “We’ve been here for 5 minutes and you are already spoiling him

“Can you blame me? He’s my only nephew,” Harry’s drivers put the baggage in the trunk. Harry opened the car’s door and let Gemma, Leo and Anne first before he got in as well. The driver started the car, driving around the streets of Orlando.

“The show begins in a few hours so do you guys want to stay for the rehearsal? Or do you want to be dropped off at the hotel and then come to the concert?” he asked.

“No no, we want to go straight to the arena,” Anne smiled. “Did you really think I wouldn’t want to spend as much time as possible with you?”

Harry blushed, his mom always made him feel like the child he once was. "Alright, I can introduce you guys to the new members of the band, I bet you’ll love them”

“I follow them on Instagram, they seem like very talented and kind people,” Gemma said while wrapping her arm around Leo, so he would stop fidgeting on the seat.

When the car passed in front of an ice cream shop, the little boy put his hand on the window glass, pointing at the building. “Mommy, ice cream, please?”

“You can have ice cream after your dinner, alright? We can come back here later.”

“Want now, please mommy!” Leo insisted.

“Hey Leo, I think the arena is giving popsicles to the crew, I can take one for you. But you need to be nice to your mom and stop moving around, it’s dangerous.” They didn’t bring a car seat, so the boy was buckled up with an adult seat belt. That wasn’t the best option, considering he was very short.

“Okay uncle Harry,” Leo said, laying his head on Gemma’s arms.

It took 30 minutes for them to get to the arena, the place was already crowded with fans waiting in line, so obviously, they used the back door. The first thing Leo did when they were out of the car was held Harry’s hand, the little boy was making all kinds of questions, and Harry didn’t know how to answer half of them.

“What is the big television for?" Leo asked while the group made their way inside the stadium, where the band was soundtracking.

"That's not a television, it's a screen that shows the concert to people who are far away from the stage." Harry put his hand on Leo's back, getting the boy close to Pauli and Niji, who were talking with each other.

"Hey guys," Harry greeted them. "Here are some people I want y'all to meet, this is Leo, my nephew." Harry pointed at Gemma and Anne, who were just behind him. "This is my sister and my mom."

The boys were very polite, greeting everyone with a handshake. Pauli was engaged in a conversation with Anne while Niji was showing Leo how to play the keys.

"It's like a piano?" The little boy was sitting on the chair in front of the instrument, Harry and Niji on each side of him. "My dad plays the piano, right, uncle H?"

"Yeah, your dad plays the piano, but this one it's called keyboards, it looks familiar but it's not the same," Harry told him.

"Do you wanna try, Leo?" Neji asked. "You just put your three fingers in this key, and the other three here."

They stayed like that until the band had to stop to rehearse with Harry. Anne, Gemma, and Leo sat in the pit watching them. The little boy was mesmerized by everything, from the singing to the dancing.

Gemma always put Livestream for him to watch Harry at home, and the child would always try to imitate Harry's movements. Leo just loved his uncle very much.

When the evening came Harry set up a group of security men to be on his family side at all times during the show. They stayed in a private area of the pit, Leo was on Anne's arm with his big headphones on, singing loud to the 'fish song' as he liked to adore you.

"Uncle Harry!" The boy laughed after Harry had waved at him, making a funny face. "I wanna be on stage with uncle, mommy"

Gemma smiled at him, "we can arrange that another time, alright? I'm sure he'll love to have you there."

By the end of the concert, Leo had fallen asleep in his grandmother's arms. Gemma and Anne were in his dressing room, waiting for Harry to come back from the stage. What they didn't expect was to find Harry holding an entire box full of popsicles.

The man's face had an expression of sadness when he saw the sleeping boy.

"Wait, did he sleep already? I promised him I would bring popsicles," he said, disappointed in himself.

Gemma got up and hugged him. "Don't worry about it, I'm sure he'll be more than happy to eat it tomorrow."

Harry sat by Anne's side, patting the boy's hair. "Gem, you are a very annoying sister, but I have to admit, you gave our family the best present ever."

Tag list: @sunandherflores , @elenagilbert01 , @bellelittleoff @sunflowervolume66, @evanjh

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff

[dridlim]

IMAGINE FEZ X F!READER

Warnings: strong language.

Word count: 1.3K

Author’s note: English os not my first language, so sorry if there’s something wrong.

She loved Christmas, the kind that really lived for it. I listened to playlists with classic songs, from Mariah Carey to Taylor Swift. She also watched the movies, all that were available that would probably make her cry, and she baked gingerbread cookies for everyone she knew. But this was a different Christmas, she would be working at her parents' diner, which was certainly unfair. She worked there most days of the week, never really bothering to help her parents; but all she wanted was a day off to experience the best day of her favorite era.

Her parents were ruthless, not letting her take time off, so the girl would stay at the store until her usual work time. The diner was empty, predictable, she'd warned her parents about that. A Christmas playlist played around the room, and even though she was upset, she was enjoying herself. Cleaning the counter for the tenth time stirring and even singing another classic hit.

The sound of the bell at the front door of the cafeteria almost went unnoticed, mixing with the bells that accompanied the music.

“Hey” She says stopping her stupid dance and tossing the cloth back, hoping the handsome guy with the red beard hadn't witnessed too much of her delirious moment.

And he in turn smiles, almost shyly and amused. Of course, he had witnessed the whole scene, he even spent a few minutes at the door wondering whether to come in and disrupt the show or not. But it was the only diner that was open. "Hi, your Christmas spirit is in full swing."

"Damn, you've seen too much, clear any traces of your mind" She responds seeing him approach the counter, both laughing.

“So…” He starts looking at the name on the name tag that was on his clothes “(Y/N)? It's a nice name, I like it”

“Thank you” She responds, enjoying the comment.

“Did, what would you recommend for a guy who is alone at Christmas to eat?”

“Well, I don't know. But pancakes always go down well on any occasion.

"Then I will." He replied sitting down in front of her.

"But you're not alone" Answers seeing him looking confused. Damn, those blue eyes had already enchanted her. “Now that you've found me, we're no longer spending our Christmas Eve alone. I'll heat up some donuts for us.” She blinks leaving him alone.

Did he feel a smile grow on his face that he couldn't have any control over, how could he ever have remembered seeing her somewhere in this town?

In a few minutes she returns, with some plates and several donuts in hand, heading to a table near the speaker. He followed her noting the sweater and jeans she was wearing, along with a boot. She was beautiful.

“What do you think of our supper?” Questions standing next to him, several donuts and even some coffee on the table that would be theirs.

“It's my best supper in years” He responds looking at her before they each sit on one side.

“So, Fez, what brings you here?” (Y/N) asks starting to eat a donut.

“Well, my little brother has been sleeping all day and there was nothing to eat at home. It seemed like a good idea to go out to eat, so here I am. Is that you? Shouldn't it be a world day off?

"I think so, but my parents insisted that I work in case someone like you showed up" She raises her eyebrows at him who smiles guiltily "That's part of it, as long as it doesn't snow, I'll still be awake."

“Snow fan?” Questions devouring his donuts "Man this is really good".

“I'm glad you liked it, it's one of my specialties” She smiles proudly “And yes, snow is one of my favorite things in the world. You like?".

“I like it, but to be honest, it's been a long time since I played or even stopped to look at it”.

“If we're lucky, the weather forecast said it should snow in about 30 minutes” She replies looking at her cell phone.

“How have I never seen you around here?” He asks, when you have a job like his, even the richest in town get to know him and do business with him. Most people don't go unnoticed, and he's sure to remember her.

“I moved recently. I was taking a cooking course in the next town, so when I finished, I came to help my parents.”

"So, I'm having dinner with a chef?" He jokes making them laugh, and shit, he was already thinking about taking a joke course to see her smile all the time.

“Almost that, and you? What do you work with?”

“You don't want to know” He replies feeling a little dark, never a gentle girl like her would want to get involved like someone like him.

“Can I try to guess?” She asks seeing him confirm “Drug dealer?”.

He almost spits out the sip of coffee he was taking “How do you know?”.

“When you work in a cafeteria, you make friends with a lot of people” She says “I made friends with Jules, who now comes here all the time with Rue. We talk a lot".

"So, Rue's been explaining to me around?"

“No way” She hastens to deny it “It was a common thing, she just wanted to talk about the guy she considered a brother. His profession was just a detail in the conversation.”

“Dawn” is the only thing he manages to say, feeling a little shy that she knows what he does.

“I think we do what it takes for our family” She takes on a more serious tone “I'm not in the position to judge anyone, especially when you strike me as one of the nicest guys I've ever met”.

"Well, thank you. I really appreciate it.” He responds feeling less uncomfortable, and even grateful that she thinks so.

"It's snowing" She says leaning against the window, snowflakes starting to accumulate across the parking lot "Let's gooo" She says again removing the apron that hugged her waist and taking a thicker sweater near the door. "What are you waiting for? It's snowing!".

She goes back to pull him by the hand, and the simple touch makes Fez feel totally warm. They leave the cafeteria seeing the city begin to paint itself white with the snow, (Y/N)'s smile lights up everything around, and if he wasn't blushing before, now he was sure he was.

"It's like a perfect Christmas" She sighs feeling the snowflakes hug her. Not missing the smile Fez had on his face.

He takes advantage of her distracted look, now looking up, and prepares a snowball to throw at her. Hitting her precisely in the belly.

"You shouldn't have done that" She threatens, as a snowball fight breaks out between the two. The laughter of the two echoes, with only the background of the Christmas songs that she had chosen for the diner. The atmosphere makes them forget all responsibility and any problems they may have in their lives, enjoying the now.

At one point, she finds herself close enough to jump on his back, throwing snow in his face, sending them both crashing to the ground.

“Man, that was cruel” He replies as they both laugh, trying to wipe any traces of snow off his face, getting help from (Y/N).

The touches are subtle, simply to help you toss the snow accumulation. But they are like electrical charges running through their bodies, making the girl lose herself in the immensity of his blue eyes. Linking each freckle, as if they were true stars.

The laughter ends, they don't think to get up from that pile of snow, exchanging only caresses on their faces.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks staring at her lips, which part in a smile causing him to mirror her.

“Please” She replies as he cups her face with both of his hands. It's a slow kiss, in which the two are at ease and taking the opportunity to get to know each other. Like the true classic Christmas movies, she would be crying watching right now.

They part with a few pecks and smiles at sight. “Merry Christmas” She whispers.

“Merry Christmas sweetie” He whispers back pulling her in for another kiss.

#euphoria #fezco #fezco euphoria #fezco imagine #fezco x y/n #fezco x you #euphoria imagine #euphoria oneshot

[starlessea]

𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙨 - Prologue 0. Closing Time

Series Masterlist: Step on the Gas

Summary: A dishonourable discharge from the military results in you being hauled off to live with your grandparents in the boonies, otherwise known as the middle of nowhere Georgia. After running over a nail on the road, and pushing your grandpa's vintage Camaro to the nearest auto-shop, you meet Daryl Dixon - the local mechanic. At some point, the world ends, but that stubborn man never gives you a chance to slow down. His smile gives you whiplash, but he still insists that you to step on the gas.

Words: 6286

Chapter Warnings: Language, Injury

The sky was empty — save for one bird.

Daryl watched it fly above him, so close to the ground that he could make out the beating of its wings and swore he saw individual feathers flutter in the breeze.

His fingers itched over his crossbow, as he contemplated shooting it down from the sky and plucking it clean. He'd have something to eat then, at least. Though, for some reason, Daryl Dixon couldn't bring himself to let loose his arrow, watching as the bird soared overhead — and disappeared beyond the trees.

The man sighed as he kicked up some loose stones with the toe of his boot. What a waste, he thought, before trudging through the field once again.

The sky remained cloudless for the rest of the day, existing as a pale, washed-out grey that made Daryl feel uncomfortable as he hunted. The game must have felt the same, since the deer he'd been tracking made itself scarce, and the string of squirrels hanging from his belt seemed no heavier than it had done when the sun rose that morning.

Still, he trekked onwards over the thick, winding grass and through damp forest overgrowth. He was nearly back at the quarry already, but he hardly had anything to show for it. A few measly rodents and a sprained ankle were barely worth his trip in the first place; they sure as hell wouldn't be enough for all of the mouths he now had to feed.

Daryl cursed at himself for hesitating to shoot that bird straight out of the sky, and clip its wings. It wasn't much, but maybe it would have lasted a day if he was lucky. Still, there was no use wondering now, since it had swooped so close to him that he almost felt the downward draft on his cheek — and then he let it fly away.

He thought that it had been a jaeger; it definitely looked like a seabird that had veered too far from the shore. It was a gull with a white breast and dark, blackish feathers — and a wingspan that made sure you couldn't miss it.

He remembered you pointing one out to him, at 3am, parked up on that deserted beach as the two of you stared out into the rocking ocean.

"Ya thinkin' 'bout 'er again, baby brother?"

Daryl could hear Merle's voice taunt, in the deepest, darkest corners of his thoughts.

"Tha' lil' birdie of yours?"

He quickly shook his head — even though it was the truth.

It had been Daryl's own mind that conjured up those words, after all. Merle wasn't actually here. He was probably back at the campsite, lazing about and leering after women far too good for a beaten-up redneck like him.

Though, funnily enough, Merle had said the exact same thing to Daryl when he noticed his gaze settling over the new bar server, who swiped away the froth spilling over from their draught beers. Merle had given him even more of an earful when he realised that his younger brother was waiting for her shift to end.

Daryl took a deep breath, before rolling his neck to try and relieve the tension that had built up there. Once his mind drifted into thoughts of you — even if only for a split second — it often sank to the point of no return.

You were all consuming; you had been from the first time he laid eyes on you in that old, country auto-repair shop.

He remembered the way your voice chirped like a bird's, despite the curses that often fell from your lips.

You even made those sound sweet.

And he could also recall the way you yelled over the rumble of his bike engine, and competed with the screeching that came from his tyres losing their grip on the worn-out tarmac.

You'd told him that it felt like you were flying — and that was probably the reason why Daryl Dixon couldn't shoot that jaeger.

Then, the man heard something louder than he had done since the world ended — and suddenly, the sky was no longer empty.

There was an explosion, and that dull greyness was set alight with brilliant hues of red and orange. It made fire start to rain down upon Daryl, who could only stand and watch below. Debris fell out of the sky like a meteor shower, landing beyond the trees in the distance — to a place that Daryl couldn't quite make out, no matter how much he squinted.

The air became full with the sounds of scraping metal and flickering flames that caught the leaves and made them burn up like the end of a cigarette. Daryl felt his heart race as the adrenaline pumped its way through his veins, and made him flinch each time something crashed heavily to the ground.

There was often a moment in a person's life where their brain got kick-started into gear — and they awoke from whatever auto-pilot they'd been functioning on until that point.

For most, it was probably a mundane milestone like marriage or parenthood.

For others, it might have been a life or death situation that made them re-evaluate their perspective.

For some, it had only happened when the world actually ended, and the apocalypse began.

And perhaps, if Daryl had been a smarter man, it would have been this instant — as he gazed up at the sky and watched it burn above him. Maybe this was his second life-changing realisation; maybe he was lucky enough to get two.

But, for Daryl, the first had just been a regular Tuesday.

The garage was sticky hot that day. It was the kind of heat that made you sweat no matter how many fans you had blowing — since Old man Dean was too cheap to install air conditioning. His boss was a bit of a stickler for paying his bills, and nit picky with his nickles, but he'd always been kind to Daryl.

That being said, working as a mechanic wasn't exactly where Daryl had pictured himself at his age; but then again, he couldn't really picture himself anywhere at all. He felt like that last piece of the jigsaw puzzle, which didn't quite fit in with the others — the one that you had to bend into shape just to make it work.

Sure, he enjoyed seeing the different bikes roll in and out of the shop — those models he would never be able to afford — and Daryl appreciated having a few extra dollars in his pocket for when Merle raided his savings to score some pot.

Besides, there wasn't much else to do in the boonies. Daryl's old man once told him that the only interesting thing to rear its ugly head out of Georgia's backyard in the last fifty years was Dean's Auto Shop. That's probably why Daryl started working there in the first place, as a summer job when he was teenager — and had never really left since.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, his old man had been right about one thing — despite the bastard never catching on to the role of father. He'd been right about the shop being the only interesting thing around.

Because it was the place where he met her.

And then she became the only thing in that small town even worth being interested in.

Daryl didn't hear a car pull up into the shop, but he heard the mumbling outside from where he sat in the breakroom — chewing on some of Dean's leftover pizza that was bordering on stale.

"Dixon, get your ass out here for a second, would you?" the old man yelled, banging on the thin wall that separated them with his fist.

Daryl cursed below his breath, throwing the rest of his food into the trash and dusting off his hands over his jeans. He stepped out into the shop, and was met by an unfamiliar face — looking over at him curiously.

He suddenly felt unexplainably nervous, and dropped his head down to his feet as though it were a reflex he didn't know he had.

"This is your guy," he heard Dean say, before letting out one of his usual chesty coughs.

The man smoked a pack a day too much — and that was coming from Daryl.

"Owner of that bike you've been eyeing, too," he went on.

That caught Daryl's attention, and he instantly glanced up at the woman in question. She was breath-taking, but she also looked very much out of breath. She seemed as though she had run here, despite the Georgia heat.

"You ride?" he asked, but his gruff voice made it sound like more of a demand.

He grimaced at his own tone, but the woman didn't seem bothered by it in the slightest.

She laughed, and it sounded like nothing he'd ever heard before. "I wish," she said, running her palm along the polished metal and tracing her finger over that shiny logo.

Usually, Daryl would bark at anyone who touched his bike, and Dean seemed as though he expected him to do just that — from the way he raised an eyebrow at the daring woman, too oblivious for her own good.

Except, Daryl stayed quiet.

"Was never allowed within a mile radius of one," she went on, before turning back around to grin at Daryl like it was easy. "My folks were scared I'd take off into the sunset, never to be seen again."

He could relate to that. After all, it was exactly what he and Merle had done as soon as they'd gotten the chance.

"Mhm," he hummed back, before glancing over at the car parked in the middle of the shop. "She's pretty."

It was a steel blue colour — would definitely benefit from a lick of paint, but still pretty nonetheless. The tread looked good on the tyres, and Daryl couldn't see any signs of the rusting those models were prone to. Someone had taken good care of it.

"Excuse me?" the woman asked, and suddenly Daryl was reminded of just how bad he was with words.

He cleared his throat, and ran his hand over the hood.

"Yer car," he explained, "'69 Chevy Camaro?"

Daryl asked, but he already knew the answer.

"Oh yeah, that," she replied, sending him an apologetic look. "It's my grandpa's, so we're going to have to be real discreet about this situation over here."

Daryl raised an eyebrow as she beckoned him to the other side of the car, crouching down near the wheel arch.

"Some bastard left a nail in the road, and I ran straight through the thing like it was a stop sign," she grumbled, pointing out the puncture.

Daryl almost laughed at that — but he was still much too jaded from being caught in the middle of his break.

The woman stood back up and toed the deflated tyre with her boot, scowling at the sight of it.

"I know you're closing soon, but I had to push it half a mile just to get here," she said, and wiped her brow with the back of her hand.

Suddenly, her appearance made sense. Since he'd first laid eyes on her, all she'd done was tug at the collar of her vest, and try to stand in front of one of those poor excuses for a fan. But even then, Daryl couldn't quite believe her story.

"Ain't no way ya pushed that thing 'ere by yerself." The words left his mouth before he could consider them twice.

And the look she shot Daryl in return made him want to take them straight back.

But then, she smiled.

"I'm stronger than I look," she protested, leaning against the hot car. "You can ask the dozen assholes who catcalled me on the way but never offered their help."

This time, Daryl did let out a chuckle.

"Damn lucky y'ain't pass out," he quipped back, "heat's no joke."

She grinned again, and Daryl wondered whether she had an endless supply — or if she'd saved them just for him.

"Tell me about it," the woman teased. "Never liked visiting Georgia because of it."

Then, it all made sense to Daryl — the reason why she intrigued him so much.

"Y'ain't from 'round here, are ya?" he asked, surprising himself.

Usually, he couldn't give a 'rat's ass', as Dean called it, about anyone who stumbled into their shop. Never did they get more than a half-hearted greeting from Daryl, or a grunt as he told them to mind their head on that low door frame (she didn't have that problem). Though today, he seemed oddly talkative.

"Haven't seen ya before," he added.

The woman folded her arms over her chest.

"Would you recognise me if you had?" she asked.

"E'erybody knows e'erybody in this place," he answered. "I'd remember if I saw ya cross the street."

It was partially the truth. Daryl knew most people — but he only bothered to remember a select few.

"Moved here last week," she caved, proving him right. "I'm keeping my grandparents company watching daytime cable and doing grocery runs."

Daryl smirked. "An' runnin' over nails with their car, apparently."

"That, too," she confessed.

It was silent for a few seconds, and Daryl realised that he should probably give her a quote for the job. Though, she interrupted him before he could.

"Listen, your new neighbour would be really grateful if you could cut her a break," she said, eyeing the Camaro like she was considering whether it was even worth the hassle. "The old man's going to kill me if I come home on foot tonight."

Daryl knew what she was asking. The notice in the shop window made it clear that they'd be closing in half an hour; Daryl had been all but ready to flip the sign himself. Before she'd arrived, he'd even dared to think that he could shut early — and possibly get to crack open a cold beer and enjoy the breeze of his porch.

He sighed.

"I'll see what I can do," Daryl mumbled, "but I ain't makin' no promises," he warned — as he caught the way her eyes lit up at his words.

But that was a lie. Daryl knew he wouldn't let himself go home until it was finished.

The woman was utterly gleeful. He watched her smile much too widely for her face, and for a moment Daryl thought that she might even jump at him. But she seemed to catch herself at the last second, and abruptly stopped.

She didn't falter long, though. "Thank you, thank you so much!" she said, excitedly, before pausing to tap at her jean pockets. "I don't have any cash on me for a deposit, but I'm heading to work now."

She looked sheepish as she explained herself.

"I'll come straight back and pay in full," she added, trying her best to convince him.

Daryl narrowed his eyes like he didn't quite understand. Then he did, and he laughed properly.

"Deposit?" he asked, shaking his head. "City girl, here we jus' keep yer vehicle if ya can't pay."

The woman's expression was priceless. She looked as though she couldn't figure out whether he was joking or not, and stared at Daryl with her mouth slightly agape as she debated which it was.

He couldn't watch any longer.

"Where ya workin'?" he asked.

Then, he cursed himself for doing so. Time was ticking on, and he already had to stay overtime because of his inability to say no. Well, usually he had no problem with the word; it just seemed like it was stuck in his throat today.

"Joe's bar," she replied. "It's a few blocks over and-"

"I know Joe's bar," Daryl interrupted.

Everybody knew Joe's. It was the only place around that sold a decent draught beer. He'd been going there since he was a teenager — younger than he should have been, but old enough to know better.

"Me an' my brother go there a lot, but I ain't seen you 'round."

She nodded.

"Only started a few days ago. Hopefully they don't fire me for being late."

Daryl glanced at the clock. It was approaching his closing time and her opening one.

"Ya better get runnin', Camaro," he noted, tapping at his watch that didn't even work. "Rush hour soon."

The woman narrowed her eyes at the nickname. Daryl didn't know her real one yet, and felt like it was too late to ask for it. He'd have to catch a glimpse of Dean's log book later to find out.

"Will do," she replied with a smile. "Thanks again, Dixon."

Though Daryl couldn't quite work out how she knew his name, either.

He watched her scurry about collecting her things, and walked her to the entrance. The sun was starting to set — leaving the sky a pinkish orange that only made him squint the more he looked at it. He held the door open for the woman, and heard Dean snort from the back of the shop. But the way she thanked him made it worth the teasing.

"Take care of that sixties Honda," she winked, "she's a real beauty."

Daryl was surprised that she knew the model of his bike, considering she'd never even ridden one.

"If only ya knew," he mumbled back as he saw her off. "Will take ya for a ride one time if yer willin'."

She stopped in place. Daryl didn't know why he said that. It had just slipped from his mouth like oil from a can.

The woman laughed and rolled her eyes like she didn't believe him.

"That's what they all say."

Then, she started to jog down the street — just like she said she would — and Daryl thought her crazy for even attempting it in this midsummer Georgia weather. That woman had entered the shop like a whirlwind, and when she left Daryl couldn't remember what he'd even been doing before.

Dean cleared his throat and threw a rag at him that he barely managed to catch.

"Keep it in your pants, boy."

Daryl scowled at the man; he knew him better than that. So, he didn't give him the satisfaction of a reply, and instead got started on setting the Camaro up on a jack.

"She's a beauty, I get it," Dean went on, despite his silence. "Her type don't belong in a place like this, that's for damn sure."

Daryl had to agree with him there. He'd gotten a glimpse of his reflection in the wing mirror of her car and grimaced. He had grease on his face, and part of him cursed Dean for not telling him before he'd left the breakroom.

"But you know Mike and Doreen?" the old man asked, and Daryl nodded. "That's their granddaughter."

Daryl furrowed his brow — not realising he'd done it until he caught himself in the glass once again. Mike was a hard man, the type to straighten out any kinks in a person with brute force and that baby boomer spite.

"She may be real pretty, kid, but that one's trouble," Dean noted, confirming his suspicions.

He ignored the way he called him 'kid'. The old man still hadn't grown out of the habit — despite Daryl being well beyond his teenage years now.

"Trouble?" he repeated, like he couldn't quite comprehend the word being associated with someone like that.

Dean chuckled — but it turned into one of those coughs that made Daryl wince.

"Maybe more so than you," he said. "Got kicked out of the military, I heard."

Daryl spat at the floor, and Dean laughed again. They both hated those military dogs who often paraded through their town, looking at them as though they were trash beneath their government-issued boots.

But, if she'd been kicked out then maybe they could find some common ground.

Old man Dean wagged his finger at him, recognising Daryl's no-good expression; he'd become familiar with it by now, from all the times he'd worn it throughout the years.

"So don't go losing your head over her, Dixon," he cautioned, pretending not to know how good Daryl was at throwing caution to the wind.

"And remember to close up before you leave."

But it was too late.

Daryl had already lost his head, and his heart — but he wouldn't know that the latter was missing for a very long time.

You ran the cloth along the oak bar surface, wiping away any sticky beer rings that had been left there.

This is why we have coasters, you sighed.

It had been a slow Tuesday night, but you'd somehow still been roped into working the close. You tried to tell your boss that you were having car troubles, and had plans to stop by the garage on your way home — but he seemed to prioritise his own date over yours.

Well, you wouldn't exactly call giving the local mechanic his cheque a date; usually, you didn't have to pay for those. But you couldn't deny how it had made you feel when he smiled that smile your way — so small that you'd almost missed it — before you took off running out the door.

It gave you whiplash.

Perhaps he was just being friendly. But, then again, he didn't seem like the naturally friendly type. You shook your head, throwing the beer-soaked rag into the sink. You didn't trust that man in the slightest.

That wasn't a new development, really; you didn't trust most men. And, you often found that the ones who made your heart race like that were the worst of them all. He was trouble, that one, and you'd had enough of that to last a lifetime.

You untied the double knot of your apron, and folded it up neatly. There were a few whiskey stains on it — you'd caught a whiff of that top-shelf scent a few times now — but you were already too late to even consider putting it in the wash. Instead, you left it at the end of the bar, and swapped it out for the ring of keys lying there.

It was closing time, and you prepared yourself to run three blocks in the dark. You stepped out into the night, feeling the cool breeze on your cheek as opposed to the midday heat that had been there when your shift started. You flipped the latch and turned the key in the lock until you heard it click.

Then, you held them between your knuckles so that the jagged edge poked out.

"Ya done for the night?" a voice came from the shadows, and your heart dropped.

That brief second lasted a lifetime as the blood rushed to your ears like a strong current through running water, and your grip tightened over those keys. But then, you noticed the reflection in the glass panels of the door — and relaxed.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me," you scolded the man, "thought you were a dejected patron tryna jump me or something."

Perhaps he was; you still didn't know any better.

Dixon was leaning against that dingy brick wall, opposite the back door of Joe's Bar. You didn't even know what that other building was — but some sketchy figures usually loomed about it, so you tried to stay clear.

Maybe he didn't get the memo, you thought.

"Tha' happen before?" the man asked back, casually.

Though, the dim street lights overhead illuminated his face, and you caught a glimpse of his serious expression before he let it drop. He held a lit cigarette between his fingers — almost smoked down to the butt already — and it made you wonder just how long he'd been waiting for you.

"Maybe once or twice," you laughed, but it didn't sound as natural as you had intended.

You noticed the man's eyes flicker down towards the keys held between your knuckles, and you quickly slipped them into your jean pocket — hoping that he wouldn't pry. Luckily, he didn't seem like the type to unnecessarily butt into other people's business.

The smoke trailed from his lips and caught the stark light of the street lamp. He almost looked cold — bathed in that bluish tint which made those cigarette fumes seem nearly luminescent.

"You here to make sure I don't run off with your paycheck?" you teased, fishing out the wad of bills from your back pocket.

You waved them at him, and considered how precarious the situation may seem to an onlooker if they happened to pass by. The man looked as though he felt the same, since he quickly glanced over his shoulder down the alleyway — checking to make sure you were alone.

"Don't worry, Dixon, I busted my ass tonight just so I could leave you a nice tip," you said with a smile, handing the money to him.

He took it, slowly, as though he had to remind himself what it was even for.

Then, he let that cigarette butt fall to the floor, and stamped it out with his boot — before dragging it along the concrete until it was nothing but embers.

The man shook his head at you. "'M here on behalf of the welcome committee."

You snorted as you processed his words, and followed him out of that narrow alleyway into the main street.

"Bullshit," you called, "as if-"

You rounded the corner after him, and stopped. He was there, leaning against that pristine sixties Honda bike — spare helmet in hand.

It was parked up on the sidewalk, polished metal glinting in all its glory under those neon lamps. Dixon was almost camouflaged against it — his black leather jacket also speckled with white light. He held out that helmet, as if it were an invitation he was waiting for you to accept.

But he seemed shy — as though acutely aware that it was only an invite, and nothing more. So, you took it, and shook your head as you realised that it wasn't his spare helmet he had offered you; it was his only helmet.

"Said I'd take ya," he murmured, fastening the strap gently under your chin.

It was too big, so the man compensated by tying it tighter until you felt like your jaw was wired shut. But, you just smiled.

"An' I ain't no liar," he said when he was done, and kicked his leg over the bike.

Then, you sped off into the night.

You yelled over the sound of the engine for him to go faster, and laughed as you had to spit out the stray hairs that had blown into your mouth. Your clothes whipped in the wind, too, and you clung to the man in front of you as though you were afraid they might catch the draft, and make you fly away. It was electrifying; your whole body felt like pure static as you rode past shop displays and windows that made your reflections look like hazed blurs.

That whole trip felt like a hazed blur, really, because suddenly you were there.

"Where are we?" you asked, unsure of where 'there' even was. "Why'd we stop?"

You pulled the helmet from your head and cocked your leg over the bike. The man let out a chuckle at the sight of your hair, sticking up from the static — as though lightning might strike at any moment.

"Smoke break," Dixon grumbled, before coaxing out the squashed cardboard packet from his jeans. "You want one?" he asked, offering it to you.

You shook your head; you didn't smoke.

He shrugged in response, cupping his hands to his face to get a flame from his lighter. You left him to it, and turned away from the bike to catch the view.

And what a view it was, indeed.

You hadn't even noticed the sounds of the lapping ocean waves before you saw them. The cliff overlooked the beach below, desolate, with a high tide that drew the shore into you. Your grandmother had told you about this place once, on the phone a few months back as she tried to sell rural Georgia to you.

It wasn't like you were given much of a choice, anyway.

But now that you'd been shipped out here — against your will, no doubt — you had to admit that she'd been partly right. It was breath-taking. Back in the city, a place like this would be littered with beer cans and tacky, disposable barbeques within a week of someone posting about it online. Here, however, it looked untouched.

It was as though the two of you were the first to ever set foot here, on this particular crag that overlooked the waves — leaving your footprints alongside tyre treads for the next pioneers to discover.

You glanced back at Dixon over your shoulder — who was busy trying to look as though he wasn't already looking at you — and smiled.

He was one hell of a welcome committee.

Daryl almost choked on the fumes of his cigarette — letting out a cough that reminded him of the way old man Dean spluttered in the mornings. He really needed to kick that habit, he thought, and snubbed out his cigarette on the ground.

Then, you scowled at him, so he picked the butt back up and stuffed it into his pocket, grimacing at the thought of having to clean it up later.

He had been lying about the smoke break, really, but then he needed to carry out his excuse. Initially, he'd only thought about picking you up from the bar and offering you a ride back to the shop. He hadn't the slightest clue of how that plan had become this.

Somewhere along the way, Daryl might have accidentally taken a wrong turn, and ended up in the most scenic place he would think of. Stupid damn street signs, he cursed, as though he hadn't driven those roads a hundred times before.

Camaro seemed to call him out on his bluff, too, since she turned to face him and immediately shook her head.

"You're lying," she said, as though she were certain, "but the view is extraordinary, so I'll forgive you just this once."

Daryl swallowed thickly, tasting the tobacco that had made his throat so dry. For someone who claimed himself not to be a liar, that was all he seemed to be doing today.

Then, he watched you make your way towards the edge of that cliff, like you couldn't even hear him warning you to be careful. It was like you weren't paying him the slightest attention. Daryl was used to that from women — but somehow, this was different.

You didn't look down on him, nor at him with any hint of prejudice for wearing jeans still coated in oil, and boots he'd had to tape the soles of just to keep them together. In fact, you weren't looking at him at all. You seemed far more concerned with the stars that flickered in the night sky above you, but at the same time grateful towards the man for having brought you to them.

"You treat all your customers like this, Dixon?" you asked him.

He watched you turn around and look at him like you'd only just remembered that he was there. But, then you beamed a smile at him so bright that it put the stars to shame — and made all of your other ones look dim in comparison.

"Y'ain't special," he grumbled, shaking his head. "Jus' given' ya a lift home 'cos Dean told me to."

Though, Dean had left the shop hours ago.

Daryl watched you laugh like you'd caught him out one more time.

"There you go again," you said, teasingly. "Do you ever tell the truth?"

No, he didn't. He always tried to, but oftentimes it never did him any good. The people of this town had already made the assumption that he was a natural born liar. You were the first person to ever make the distinction between his white lies and those other types.

All his life, Daryl had been pigeon-holed into the role of good for nothing redneck, and had only recently graduated to the slightly less stereotyped town mechanic. But that night it was as if someone, for the first time, tried to get a peek at whatever was underneath.

Old man Dean was right. You were trouble — but not for the reason he had said. You were trouble because you seemed entirely unaware of your place in the world, and it made Daryl start to question his own. You seemed nice — perhaps even lovely — but Daryl never trusted those types. He knew you were far too good to be wasting away the early hours of the morning with the likes of him — and it left him wondering what exactly you wanted.

You'd already paid for his services, after all.

"Thank you for letting me see the stars again," you breathed, stretching your neck which ached from staring at the sky. "It's been a while."

Back then, Daryl didn't quite understand what that meant. He'd thought perhaps that you'd been talking about city pollution.

On the way back, Daryl felt you cling onto him tightly as he drove through empty roads, and passed the old, flickering street lights that blinked like camera flashes. But, when his fingers accidentally brushed up against yours, as you both reached for the shop door, you pulled your hand away.

It had only been a random Tuesday — that had eventually rolled into a Wednesday by the time he'd gotten you back into your repaired Camaro — but that was the moment in his life where Daryl felt like he had finally woken up.

But even awake, he often found himself lost in daydreams of the woman who crash landed into his life, and disappeared from it just as quickly as she came.

Daryl followed the trail of debris that had fallen from the sky, as though he were tracking some giant, metal bird. He didn't want to stick around too long, given that the noise had probably attracted every damn walker in the area; he just hoped that he was still far enough away from camp that they wouldn't be drawn there.

He stepped over the hunks of hot wreckage, some of it still ablaze, until he eventually came across something soft and not made of metal.

It was that jaeger. It was dead.

It looked as though it had been struck straight out of the sky. Its feathers lay scattered around it — the white breast now red with blood — and its wing was bent at a crooked angle, broken.

Daryl scowled. If he'd known that it was going to have such a meaningless death, then he would have shot it himself. Though, he still didn't add the bird to his string of dead animals; he thought that it had suffered enough.

He continued onwards through the brush until he stumbled across what he'd been looking for. But even as he saw it with his own eyes, Daryl couldn't quite believe it. Before him was the husk of a downed helicopter, burning in the middle of the forest.

Immediately, he ran to it, tripping over the wreckage as it got thicker and harder to navigate.

Though, there was no pilot inside — only radios and machinery parts that Daryl didn't know the names of. They screeched high frequency sounds as they caught on fire, and it made his ears ring the longer he listened.

So, he turned back.

That was when he saw it — them — a few meters away. His stomach dropped. Guess that's the pilot, he thought, looking up at the body tangled in the trees.

He'd never seen a parachute in real life before — only ever in the movies. He'd also never understood how that flimsy material could stop someone from plummeting to their death.

Well, in this case it hadn't.

The pilot was dangling from one of the branches, all caught up in those wire cables like a fish on a line. The limbs were contorted awkwardly, and Daryl swallowed thickly at the sight of their arm which had definitely been broken — reminding him of that miserable jaeger's wing.

He'd been all but ready to turn around and leave. The smell of burning rubber and the white noise from those radios would probably keep him up for the next few nights, but there was nothing he could do about that.

He'd been all but ready to turn around and leave, but then the body spoke to him.

"Dixon?" he heard it gasp.

And Daryl wondered just how many impossible things he might encounter today.

The voice startled him, and he almost stumbled over his own foot in return. Walkers couldn't speak, and they surely wouldn't know his name, either. Then, he caught the slightest movement, and recognised a jacket much too familiar. It had been his, after all, before he'd given it to you.

The pilot groaned, and Daryl recognised that tone of voice, too. He quickly fumbled about for his pocket knife, not even stopping to consider how the hell he'd be able to cut you down.

He couldn't even comprehend how you were alive-

"How's it hanging?" the voice spluttered.

-and how you'd kept that same god awful sense of humour.

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All I Ask (Part 2)

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Summary: f/Reader is the younger sister of Eddie Kingston & the secret girlfriend of Jon Moxley.

Y/N'S POV:

I haven't spoken to Jon since that night. He tried for weeks on end for me to talk to him but I refused to after I asked him one simple question.

"Have you told anyone about us yet?"

And when I see him shake his head no, I just turn and walk away, trying to stay calm as I couldn't stress myself out too much.

I thought about quiting my job but I asked Tony if I could be moved to a different department.

"There is only job available and that is the Social Media Coordinator. I'll give you a trial run and see how you do."

After doing the job for two weeks, Tony hired me as the new AEW Social Media Coordinator.

I kept my pregnancy hidden until I needed to start taking days off for Doctors appointments and I also still had to tell Eddie.

So before I booked my next Doctors appointment off, I knew I have to tell my brother, so I had him come to my office.

Probably the best place for this conversation because if I freak myself out or get too stressed, I could just visit the Doctor that is always here.

I heard a knock on my door and it opened to show the smiling face of my brother. I waved him in and he closed the door behind him.

"How is my favourite sibling doing today?" He asked me as he sat in the chair across from me.

"I am doing fine but I do have to tell you something." I said to him with a small smile. I have no idea how he is going to take this.

"And what do you have to tell me?"

"I'm pregnant." I watched as a confused look came over his face.

"Who is the father?" He asked me. I knew I couldn't tell him the truth as he will just go and murder Jon.

"It was a one night stand. Can't remember his name and I don't have his number. We met when I went out a few months ago with some friends."

"How far a long are you?"

"About four months now give or take."

"And you're just telling me this now?"

"I wanted to make to the second trimester before I told any one Eddie."

"You're moving in with me." I actually scoffed at him.

"Thank you for the offer but no. I will be fine, just be the best Uncle Eddie that I know you will be."

He tried his best to convince me to move in with him but I did not budge on my decision.

Next he insisted on taking me to my next appointment which I agreed too as this is the appointment that I will be finding out the sex of the baby.

Eddie was so excited to be there as he held my hand when he found out what I was having.

On the ride back home he kept going on and on about how he is going to shout to the world that he is going to be the best damn Uncle the world had ever seen.

"Actually Eddie, can we just keep this between us."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want everyone at work to ask me any questions if possible. The only ones who know are you and Tony."

I haven't told him that I come into work early and leave late so I don't run into anyone.

"I won't just because you asked me, but people will notice once you get bigger Y/N."

I made sure to slap him on the arm for that comment and he just laughed at me.

The months went on and I just kept doing what I have been doing, coming into work early and leaving late.

Some people have seen me and told me the usual congratulations and I said thank you, but I basically kept to myself.

Whenever someone asked me what I was having, I just told them I wanted it to be a surprise and I was waiting until the baby is born to find out.

Eddie was the best through this all, he kept it a secret just like I asked him too but it didn't stop him from basically buying everything for the nursery, that he painted and set up all the furniture for.

He really was going to be the best Uncle for my little one.

But he still asks about the father from time to time and I just stick with my original story.

Speaking of Jon, I have seen him around but I haven't talked to him. He just looks at me, my belly and walks away. I am still mad at him because he hasn't come clean to anyone and his divorce is finally finalised.

I haven't come clean to anyone as well because I have a good reason. What if I tell them and he denies the whole thing?

So this is for the best.

I am now just sitting at home on maternity leave, eating a bowl of kraft dinner with ketchup. I have been trying to get comfortable for hours now but no position seems to be working for me.

This went on for a few hours and then when I stood up I realised my water broke. I called a taxi and told them my water broke and I need to go to the hospital. I only told them that so they sent me one right away.

Then I called Eddie who was at home, and told him I am on my way to the hospital and I will meet him there.

I grabbed my hospital bag that I have had packed and ready to go by the front door and went outside and waited for the taxi, who didn't take that long to get to me.

Eddie was waiting for me at the hospital and I will be forever thankful that my big brother was there for me through this all.

Eddie held my hand the whole way through and didn't complain once any time I squeezed it.

After 18 hours of labour, my beautiful baby boy was born. I named him Edward Jonathan Good.

I only told my brother his first name and I thought Eddie was going to cry as he held his namesake.

I know I should of called Jon, but he wasn't there for me through the whole entire pregnancy. He didn't get to come in at the end and look like the good guy.

Final Part

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