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lumiereandcogsworth · 7 months

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May Sunrise

Maurice/Maria (Belle’s parents)

Word count: 590

Tags: fluff, introspection, fatherhood

on Ao3!

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The early morning sun was just starting to paint the sky with pinks and purples when the house finally quieted down. Maurice sat in a rocking chair made by a friend two doors down. The baby he held, mere hours old, laid sweetly against his thumping heartbeat.

His eyes were heavy with weariness and dried tears, his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He never thought he could be this happy, never thought his heart could burst with this much love. There in his arms slept his perfect little girl. She was everything they dreamed she would be. Maurice sighed; their dear, sweet child was finally here.

The new father was sure to cry again if he looked at her for too long. But oh, he really couldn’t tear his eyes away. He wanted to remember every little detail of such a precious face: pink squishy cheeks, dark peach fuzz hair, delicate rosebud lips, and those lovely eyes… They were brown, just like her mother’s. Maurice thanked all the stars in the sky for that. She had Maria’s beautiful eyes.

Maria stirred in the bed near him, but she did not wake. Good, he thought, she deserved all the rest in the world for what she did today. Or yesterday, rather. Time was a blur now. Their baby was born at sunset, and now she would know her first sunrise. The sun would shine through the windows soon and they would start their first day as a family of three. Even the thought of it made Maurice smile again.

His daughter scrunched her face and squirmed, then yawned and returned to a peaceful state. Maurice beamed at their darling little sweetheart. Maria kept calling her Belle. Belle, Belle, Belle… That’s all she could say when she was shushing and soothing the wailing newborn. Hush, my darling little Belle…

It was not the name they had planned on giving to this sweet girl of theirs. They both liked the name Annalise. They hardly considered names for a boy, but they loved Annalise. She was supposed to be Annalise. But looking at her now, that really didn’t quite fit. Maria was right, as usual. This dear child of theirs was certainly a Belle.

Maurice couldn’t fathom his good fortune. He couldn’t reconcile what he had done in his uneventful, unimportant, lonely little life… To be worthy of this? A wonderful, brilliant woman to call his wife, and a sweet, perfect girl to call his daughter. Another tear slipped down his cheek as he bent down to kiss the infant’s head again. He had to keep doing that, just to make sure she was real. He had to keep looking around, keep blinking and pinching himself, to make sure it was all quite real. He had to paint this picture in his mind forever, for he was certain he’d never know a more beautiful scene.

The cold May sunshine came glimmering through the windows as Maurice was beginning to doze off himself. His Maria pulled the covers up in her sleep, falling deeper into her well-earned slumber. His Belle twitched and sighed, unsure of this great, big world she had found herself in, but finding just enough comfort in the warmth of her Papa’s arms to snooze the day away. And as for Maurice? He had a peace in his heart like nothing he had known before. He let the gentle rocking lull himself to sleep, taking him away to tender dreams, as the tranquil morning sun bathed their home in golden light.

#he’s so happy to be a papa!!! he loves his little girl so much!!!😭#they end up giving annalise as her middle name. their darling belle annalise… 🥹🫶#batb 2017 #beauty and the beast (2017)#beauty and the beast 2017 #batb fanfic #batb fic #papa maurice #maurice and maria #lydia writes!

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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One more time

Pairing: Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff! (Sorry, no NSFW this time! I just couldn’t fit it!)

Request: Hi 👋 May I request an Alpha Oikawa x Omega reader scenario where they already have a pup and Oikawa wants another. How he would he be with his pregnant omega and his pups ?I'm sorry if this is confusing, ABO Au is one of my favourites but I have never made a request before so I'm not sure how to explain? Fluff, NSFW you can write it however u like THANK YOU 💕

Summary: You loved your small little family, but your alpha felt there was something missing.

Author’s Note: I loved this request so much??? Like, it’s so wholesome and domestic and my A’/B/O heart melts every time at Dad! Alpha! boys. I’m super sorry as I didn’t put any NSFW into this.

Requests: Open!

Toru Oikawa

➵ Your daughter Akemi was a blessing in every sense of the word. She was a sweetheart, happy and giggly and the absolute cutest little thing.

➵ Even if she did look like an absolute carbon copy of your husband.

➵ Her bright brown eyes and chocolate locks all copy and pasted from him.

➵ She was precious in every way nonetheless, even if Toru rubbed it in your face every chance he got.

➵ You never got made at him though, as he was the ideal father in every sense of the word.

➵ He made time for Akemi every day, even if he was sore and sweaty from practice—he’d shower before saying hi to her--, he’d let you have at least thirty minutes a day to yourself, more if he feels he has it down, which is almost always the case.

➵ Toru fed her, changed her, helped you to clean up the house. You both worked like a well-oiled machine and parenthood was a breeze.

➵ It was tough at times but you both stuck to your guns, communicating efficiently about what you wanted for Akemi and her childhood.

➵ How you wanted to deal with future tantrums, what schools you were looking at for her (Neither of you were touching high schools just yet), but there was one thing that you always seemed to slip out of discussing.

➵ Siblings for Akemi.

➵ Either you never really had the time before Akemi was crying, or you and Toru were fast asleep by the time you had the chance or- there were just a multitude of things that stopped the conversation from happening.

➵ Until Akemi’s first birthday though. You were rocking your daughter to sleep, brushing your hand along her head and past the brown locks on her head, just reveling in the feeling of holding your pup, a sign of your and your alpha’s love for each other, even if your omega felt the smallest bit…Empty?

➵ You knew that you and Toru wanted more children, just never got a chance to really talk about it

➵ . “Hey,” Your husbands voice purred into your ear, making you purr in response.

➵ His hands rested on your hips, holding you close as he held his daughter’s hand, running his thumb over her knuckles with such a soft and proud smile, making you just melt.

➵ “I know we haven’t talked about it in a while, but I want another.”

➵ You laughed. “Another pup, huh?”

➵ He nodded, rounding around to take Akemi. He laid her in her crib, slowly moving to hold you close once more—his hands on your hips with yours wrapped around your neck.

➵ He kissed your forehead, resting his forehead against yours.

➵ “Mhmm. This time they’ll look just like you with your cute little nose and beautiful eyes. Maybe even your adorable little cheeks.” You laughed, squirming when his hands came up to pinch your cheeks, enlarging your smiling face.

➵ He let go suddenly, turning and walking out of the nursery with a smirk. “Of course, maybe the Oikawa genes just run to deep.” He chuckled, making his way to your bedroom. You merely laughed once more before following.

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➵ “And then when mommy’s tummy is all big and round- Pop! Out comes your new sibling. Maybe a boy or girl. I hope for a girl. Two little princesses to spoil and love.”

➵ Akemi giggled at her father’s words, not really understanding what was going on but enjoying the attention, nonetheless.

➵ Toru couldn’t blame her though, as he too was laughing and giggling all through the house.

➵ It had been four months since you began trying, a heat passing where Oikawa proved yet again, he was the perfect husband by tending to you and allowing his sister to watch Akemi for four days your heat was there.

➵ She was ecstatic to hear the news of you guys trying and jumped at every opportunity to babysit for you guys.

➵ “It’s not really a pop, but whatever you say, Daddy.” You laughed, stepping out of the bathroom, thin stick in your hands. Toru watched you expectantly, turning Akemi to look at you too.

➵ “Ma!” Akemi preened, holding your cheeks with her small chubby hands when your nose rubbed against hers.

➵ You crouched in front of her, holding Toru’s knees with your hands before smiling up at him.

➵ “Hope your ready to go through those nine months again.” You chuckled, Toru nearly squealing with delight as he brought you into a hug, Akemi squished carefully between you two.

➵ “Ma!”

➵ “Ma- Oh my god- I’m gonna be a dad again ‘Kemi! Focus on me!”

➵ “Ma!”

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➵ You knew you married Toru Oikawa for a good reason.

➵ Yes, he could be an asshole.

➵ Yes, he could be the most annoying person you would ever meet.

➵ Yes, he sometimes cared too much for volleyball and-

➵ You had a point. What was it?

➵ Oh- Toru was an amazing husband through and through, despite all his flaws. He cared deeply for you, for your daughter, for your new baby (You decided to keep the gender a surprise to piss of Mattsun and Hanamaki who had a current running bet on what it would be).

➵ Every inch of his being, both alpha and not, was dedicated to your family. He was just as doting during this pregnancy as he was the last, making you purr in delight. He never wasted an opportunity to run out and grab whatever you were craving. He was even teaching Akemi to help.

➵ She’d waddle around after you—making you watch where you are going 24/7—picking up anything you dropped and giving it the extra foot and a half that would make your life so much easier.

➵ She picked out blankets and onesies and pacifiers, everything you would need she had a say in. And maybe it was another Blood Oikawa thing, but she had great taste.

➵ There was a small running duckling theme in the new nursery, which was painted a pale grey, most of which was coordinated by…You guessed it.

➵ Oikawa and Akemi.

➵For being twenty- almost twenty-one - months (A year and eight months), she was incredibly clever and smart for her age. That was all you though.

➵ No way was Toru ‘hit it till it breaks’ Oikawa the smart one in your relationship. (I live to bully this man I’m so sorry).

➵ When the first signs of labour (I’ve waited for this moment. To write about labour, as I see it done wrong all the time and as a Bio 30 student it hurts) showed up, you two began making plans to slowly prep yourself for the delivery of your new baby.

➵ Oikawa called up his sister, who screeched—loudly into his ear when he told her about your first contractions—before agreeing to come over in case they drastically increased. You re-packed and double checked your hospital bag, making sure you had everything you didn’t during your first trip.

➵ And you even packed Akemi her own bag for when her aunt would drop her off to meet her new sibling. She was just as excited to meet them as you were and was constantly handing you things she would later ‘gift’ to her sibling (These included a multitude of…art that was labeled 2 bb in the cutest, but messiest scribbles you’ve ever seen).

➵ You had to explain that when her sibling got back from the hospital, she could give them all the art she wanted as it would not all fit into the bag. She understood, watching you pack a change of clothes and pull ups for her.

➵ She would waddle after you as you and Toru would slowly walk up and down the hallways to try and ease the pain, which was more uncomfortable than painful really.

➵ Coos left both of you when she tied to hold onto your leg like Toru was, looking up to you with wide eyes brimmed with tears.

➵ When active labour kicked in, she cried, hugging you both before you left. Akemi made sure to pat your belly at least one more time before waving you off, watching you both leave.

➵ Toru was amazing the whole time, purring to you and letting you crush his hand (Yes. It was his spiking hand as he was going on paternity leave and had the time to heal. Plus, nothing would ever top his family).

➵ When it came time to push, he was encouraging in every sense of the word, coaching you through the entire thing.

➵ He brushed off every snap you sent his way, every angry word and vile insult spat his way. He didn’t know what you were going through, just that it was painful and taxing on every part of your being.

➵ Mentally, physically, and he was not about to start a fight with you.

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➵ When your son was finally handed to Toru, he cried. He’s cried a lot in his life, most in front of you, but he would always cry when it came to his family.

➵ His son was just as small as Akemi was when she was born, but just as precious.

➵ His face was squishy and chubby—and cone shaped—but he was adorable and you both absolutely loved him.

➵ When Akemi got to meet him, she also cried. She loved her brother the moment they met, which you and Toru were forever grateful for, and would refuse to go more then ten feet away from him.

➵ You ended up naming him Hiroshi, which Akemi had been trying to pronounce for as long as she’d known it.

➵ Your little family was beautiful, and Toru was thankful for you, giving him his two bundles of absolute joy, and your love.

➵ He was entranced with you from the moment he met you and never knew his life would lead to this. He wouldn’t change it even if he had the chance.

➵ In case you were wondering, your son ended up looking exactly like his sister and your husband. Seems the Oikawa genes run long and true.

#alpha/beta/omega #alpha oikawa #alpha/beta/omega AU #alpha/beta/omega verse #A/B/O verse #a/b/o #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu omegaverse #a/b/o haikyuu #alpha toru #alpha toru oikawa #alpha toru oikawa x omega reader #alpha oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #custard writes #this is so wholesome #dad! Oikawa x Mom! Reader

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bloody-bee-tea · 3 years

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SOMEONE only told me a day in advance that it's her birthday today, so I had to rush to get something out, but here we go. I wish you the happiest birthday @joyful-king on Tumblr or Winya on Twitter!!! I hope you have a wonderful day and that you enjoy this!

It feels like the gift-cards in front of Jiang Cheng are burning a hole into the table and he tries really hard not to look at them for too long.

But those gift-cards, the bottle of the spiciest sauce Wei Wuxian could find, a picture of Jin Ling and the fan from Nie Huaisang are the only birthday gifts he got and Jiang Cheng feels bad even thinking about it like that.

It’s just—it stings. Like it does every year.

He long ago gave up on hoping for anything more from his parents, because it’s clear they don’t care enough to get him anything he would really like and at least he’s getting something from them, but Jiang Cheng always hopes for more from his siblings.

He knows he’s not the easiest person when it comes to gifts but he does have interests—dogs, baking, history. It shouldn’t be too hard to get him something that at least touches on these subjects.

Nie Huaisang actually came closest with the fan, because it’s an antique and while Nie Huaisang got it for him more because of the art that is on it, there’s actually a lot to read up on and the subject does seem interesting.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t know a lot about the history and legacy of fan painting and he’s looking forward to reading up on it.

But his siblings—that’s a different story.

They should know what to get Jiang Cheng but it seems like they can’t be bothered to put any thought into it.

Jiang Cheng morosely pokes the bottle of hot sauce, watching as it falls over and he doesn’t care enough to right it. Sure, he likes his food with a bit of spice, but he’s not like Wei Wuxian. He actually wants to taste the flavour of the food he’s eating and not burn his taste buds completely off, so he’s pretty sure he will only ever use the sauce when Wei Wuxian comes over for lunch or dinner.

Jin Ling’s picture is a nice touch, but Jiang Cheng has several pictures of him up around the apartment and if he’s being honest, he has better, cuter ones on his phone. Still, Jiang Cheng tries to remind himself. It’s a good gift, even if the picture is in a green frame. He doesn’t even like green.

It’s still better than the lotus pork rib soup Jiang Yanli made for him, because that is more Wei Wuxian’s comfort soup than Jiang Cheng’s. There are several other dishes his sister makes that he likes better, but whenever it’s the three of them, it somehow always ends up to be that soup.

Jiang Cheng is a little bit sick of it if he’s being honest.

His eyes fall onto the gift-cards again and there is a bitter taste in his mouth when he realizes that they aren’t even for anything specific.

They are just generic mall gift-cards, not restricted to any specific shops or maybe a museum or something.

Jiang Cheng reaches out for the fan he got from Nie Huaisang and opens it. There’s some beautiful landscape painted on it and Jiang Cheng hopes he can find out about the technique so he can read up on it.

Maybe he can ask Nie Huaisang what to look for, Jiang Cheng thinks and then sinks back into the couch.

He fights the urge to reach for his phone and check it for any messages, but it’s unlikely that Nie Mingjue will have messaged him.

Jiang Cheng deliberately didn’t tell him that it’s his birthday and when he sees the gifts on his table he figures he was right not to.

Nie Mingjue and he haven’t been in a relationship for that long, and Jiang Cheng figured it would be unfair to put Nie Mingjue onto the spot like this when obviously not even his own siblings can figure out what to get him.

Nie Mingjue doesn’t stand a chance at doing better, and Jiang Cheng thought this would be easier.

He’s not quite regretting it now, but he would like to speak to Nie Mingjue, would like to message him. But then he’d have to tell him what he did today and there’s no way he can keep it a secret that it’s his birthday if they get talking.

Nie Mingjue knows enough to realize that Jiang Cheng would never voluntarily go to his parent’s place for breakfast.

It still doesn’t change the fact that he wants to talk to him but he restrains himself. He will survive one day without Nie Mingjue. He did it before they got together so now shouldn’t be all too different.

Jiang Cheng manages to maintain that line of thought for at least ten minutes before he gives in and reaches for his phone.

His heart beats a little bit faster when he sees that he has a message and it accelerates even more when Jiang Cheng realizes that the message is from Nie Mingjue.

‘Are you home?’ it says and Jiang Cheng is still debating if it’s worth lying to Nie Mingjue over this when someone knocks at his door.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and he tries to shove the gift-cards all together so that it’s not quite as obvious that they are all gifts, but even Jiang Cheng realizes that it’s a futile effort.

When it knocks a second time, Jiang Cheng gives up with the gift-cards and instead goes to open the door and of course he comes face to face with Nie Mingjue, who smiles at him.

“Hi,” Jiang Cheng greets him, and for all that he didn’t want to see Nie Mingjue today, he’s insanely happy that he does get to see him.

“Hi,” Nie Mingjue gives back and leans in for a kiss. “Can I come in?” he wants to know when they part and Jiang Cheng steps aside to let him in.

“What are you doing here?” Jiang Cheng asks and Nie Mingjue shrugs.

“You didn’t answer my message but I thought I’d take my chances.” He shuffles his feet in an uncharacteristic manner and Jiang Cheng frowns at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” Nie Mingjue immediately says. “It’s just—a little birdy told me that today is your birthday.”

“Huaisang,” Jiang Cheng realizes with a sigh and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know why you didn’t want me to know that, but I have something for you. If that’s okay?”

“Sure,” Jiang Cheng says with a shrug, forcing himself to stay calm and to not expect anything special.

Nie Mingjue can’t have known about his birthday for long and Jiang Cheng can’t expect him to do better than his own siblings. He reminds himself that it’s the thought that counts.

Nie Mingjue pulls out an un-shapely gift-wrapped something from behind his back and Jiang Cheng already feels like crying because this is clearly not a gift-card and is therefore already more than he could ever have hoped for.

“You shouldn’t have,” Jiang Cheng whispers as he takes the gift but Nie Mingjue shakes his head.

“I should have done more. But Huaisang only told me about this yesterday, so I was a little pressed for time.”

“Yeah, sorry for that,” Jiang Cheng mutters but Nie Mingjue shakes his head, motioning for him to unwrap the gift instead.

Jiang Cheng does so and he tries not to think about how this is the only gift that actually came gift wrapped today, because that’s just a depressing thought on its own and he doesn’t want to worry Nie Mingjue.

He notices that the gift is rather squishy and soft in his hands and it only spurs Jiang Cheng on to unwrap it faster until he reveals a shiba plushie.

“You got me a plushie,” Jiang Cheng whispers, unable to take his eyes off it. “You got me a dog plushie.”

“I hope it’s okay? I mean, you love dogs, so I’m not concerned about that, but some people can get weird with plushies?”

Jiang Cheng is long past pretending to be weirded out by plushies, especially since he has no legs to stand on, seeing as he never quite manages to take all the plushies Jin Ling leaves in his bed out.

“I love it,” Jiang Cheng honestly tells Nie Mingjue and steps forward for a hug. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, my heart,” Nie Mingjue says as he wraps his arms around Jiang Cheng and presses a kiss to his head. “Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?”

“I didn’t want to put that kind of pressure on you,” Jiang Cheng mumbles and Nie Mingjue doesn’t even have to say anything for Jiang Cheng to hear the follow up question.

“I’m kind of hard to shop for,” he admits and tries very hard not to feel dejected when Nie Mingjue pushes him away.

“You are not hard to shop for,” Nie Mingjue tells him with vehemence. “Even someone who has only known you for an hour would know that anything with a dog on it would make you happy.”

Jiang Cheng lets out a wet chuckle at that, because Nie Mingjue is goddamn right about that and it hurts even more that his siblings don’t seem to know it.

“I also wanted to get you a baking book, but I know you have a few already and I didn’t want to buy you a duplicate.”

“I love you,” Jiang Cheng says and pulls Nie Mingjue in for another kiss. “This is the best birthday present.”

Jiang Cheng can tell that Nie Mingjue wants to ask about that, can see the worried frown on his face but Nie Mingjue doesn’t voice his questions.

“Huaisang will be so mad that I outdid him.”

“He comes in a close second,” Jiang Cheng allows and looks at the plushie again. “I’ll name her Sunshine and she’ll keep me company every night.”

“Just say that you’d prefer her in your bed over me,” Nie Mingjue says with a big sigh and huge dejected eyes. “I gifted you my own replacement.”

It startles a laugh out of Jiang Cheng and he realizes that now, like this, it’s actually a pretty good birthday.

“I could never replace you,” he promises Nie Mingjue and then pulls him further into the apartment. “Stay for dinner?”

“Sure,” Nie Mingjue immediately agrees and it feels like a huge weight falls off Jiang Cheng.

He knows that Nie Mingjue likely still has questions—especially when his eyes fall onto the gift-card pile—but with Sunshine in his lap and Nie Mingjue at his side, it might be easier to talk about.

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#bt writes #the untamed #mdzs #mingcheng #modern au #established relationship #birthdays #gifts #plushies #hurt/comfort #fluff

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lossie92 · 2 years

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Hello again! The overly long-winded Anon returns (although I shall try to make this one a bit shorter). I am glad my previous message gave you some of the comfort you have given me although I am sorry about the delay in scanner. But I have been blessed with not only lovely baby Tobi but his babies as well!!!

He is so squishy and fluffy just like his pets my heart can't take it so you can have it ❤ Just absolutely adorable and I love the headcanons behind it. (I actually have a small headband myself that is similar but on Madara's side in which he originally got into falconry [which is it's own headcanon] by discovering a hurt baby bird as a kid and deciding he, of course, needed to help)

The snippet it quite exciting (ha) as well! While I thought Madara would be an artistic type and have hobbies such as painting or writing, it never occurred to me that Tobirama could /model/ for him and honesly, shame on me. It's also amusing to me that Tobirama jumping into his sex life feet first.

I suppose I should use an ask to actually ask a question instead of word vomiting so here's mine: Do you have any favorite or new headcanons for Izuna?

Hi there! Hope you're doing well and happy to have you back ❤️

Glad you love the headcanon!

Also, I'm IN LOVE with your idea for how Madara got into falconry! It's so sweet. Look at those two, saving baby animals since they were both babies themselves 🥺❤️

Hahaha the snippet is quite exciting, I guess. As I mentioned before, I love imagining the founders with some artistic abilities. Plus, let's face it, resisting the temptation of writing Tobirama as a model was impossible. (Btw love the pun!)

Uuu Izuna headcanons! Exciting! I do have a few I can share:

- He is not into physical affection, but he lets his family hug him and he does reach out for a hug on his own sometimes as well.

- He's the second oldest, right after Madara.

- He loves festivals. Goes around to check out all the booths, play all the games, eat all the food... Basically turns into a child for the evening. This one's actually one of @kooriicolada's headcanons that I happen to agree with wholeheartedly!

- He learnt how to play koto when he was a child. His mother was the one who taught him. He continues to play it to feel close to her.

- He's a kenjutsu master and he's also better at genjutsu than Madara (probably the best in his clan).

- Despite being relatively short, he's also built along similar lines as Madara (meaning he's pretty thickly muscled and quite strong).

- Very, very snippy and quite impatient, but he can and will control his temper when the situation calls for it. Actually, he is way less of a hothead than Madara (or Tobirama).

I think that's pretty much it 😅 Hope you like these! Thank you once again for all your lovely words ❤️❤️❤️

#this anon #i can't even #so sweet and nice #headcanons #izuna headcanons #izuna #uchiha izuna #lossie stuff

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mxchellesworld · 4 years

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Hi! I have a request if that's alright 🥺 can you do a Mgg or a Spencer Reid imagine where he loves on your stretch marks on your thighs & ones on your calves 💓 or one with where you squirt for the first time when you guys have sex & then get insecure about it. Thank you if you're able to! 🥺

Worship- Spencer Reid x Reader

synopsis; in which spencer loves on his girlfriend and shows her just how perfect she is

warnings; smut, unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, overstimulation

i decided a little drabble wasn’t enough and made this into a full fic

a/n: why did this hit me in my soul!! i’m writing this with a plus size reader in mind and combining both ideas, hope you enjoy my love :)

being with spencer reid was amazing in every way possible. from waking up to morning kisses, his goodnight texts when he was gone on cases, even his attempts at cooking, which usually ended up with a messy kitchen and loads of laughter. but the best part would be how beautiful he made you feel.

you were normally confident in your looks, being old enough to realize that a little extra cushion and stretch marks weren’t a problem at all. you were healthy and absolutely happy. however some days you couldn’t help but let those waves of self doubt wash over you.

spencer had noticed early on. when you woke up his arms were wrapped around you like normal, your back pressed against his chest and his warm hands on your soft tummy. he noticed you were awake by the way you squirmed at the feelings of his hands on you. turning around you were met with his hazel eyes glowing in the light flowing through the window.

you quickly pressed a kiss to his nose before getting up, your hands going to wrap around your torso that was barley covered by a little tank top. you walked into the bathroom and spencer was left in bed dumbfounded. usually you were all lovey in the morning. where were his extra cuddles?

he stayed in bed for a little waiting for you to come back. he figured you’d do your morning business so he picked up a book to read knowing you’d be out by the time he finished. but when 20 minutes passed and he didn’t hear any water running or a flush from the bathroom he got up to go check on you.

he thought maybe you were doing a face mask or painting your nails but what he didn’t expect was for you to be in the mirror examining yourself. to him you looked perfect.

your morning hair messy from a good sleep, tiny tank top putting your soft breasts on display and went down half way down the tummy he liked he rest his head on. the little boy shorts you had on accentuated your behind and don’t let him get started on your thighs, ever so thick and squishy which he loved to have in his hand as he drove or around his head in other situations.

you were broken out of your self examination when he called out for you, “hey sweetheart, what are we looking at?” he said wrapping his arms around your frame.

he could feel you squirming again being in his hold.

you sighed and let your hands run from your hips down to the tops of your thighs, “these stupid marks, they’re so ugly.”

spencer was shocked. how could anything about you be ugly. he went to sit on the toilet seat and pulled you to stand in front of him. he started to place little kisses all over the marks on your tummy and let his hands go under the sides of your panties rubbing on your hips.

“spence what are you doing?” he looked up into your eyes, his auburn ones blown with lust. “trying to show you just how perfect you are.”

he continued his trip of leaving little kisses all over your belly. you pulled him away by tugging a little on his hair. leaning down you pressed a kiss to his forehead. “i appreciate the effort handsome, but im anything but perfect. just look at me.”

his hands moved up to your waist, “i am looking at you y/n/n. you are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever known, inside and out. no amount of marks would ever make me think any different.”

your heart fluttered at his words. the sincerity of his tone topped with his large eyes looking up at you like if you hung the moon and stars. he started to stand up and pulled you with him back into your bedroom.

“strip for me pretty girl,” he said as he walked you to the edge of the bed.

you looked at him hesitantly and he went to caress your face, “please honey, just let me show you how a goddess of your nature should be worshiped.

your hands went to the bottom of the tank, pulling it up with a swift motion. the vision was something spencer would never get tired of seeing. perfect nipples peaked under the morning chill of the room. his hands went to your hips to help pull your panties down your legs.

once they were off he threw them somewhere in the room and motioned his head for you to lay back on your pillows. he swore his brain short circuited at the sight of you bare and spread out for him. he followed suit and took off his old tshirt and flannel pajama pants, getting settled in between your legs.

you looked down and were met with one of your favorite sights. the familiar mop of brown curls in between your thighs with equally brown eyes looking up at you, gauging your reactions.

“you were made for me angel, and i’ll spend the rest *kiss* of my life *kiss* proving it *kiss* to you *kiss*,” he said making his way from your right thigh over to your left. skipping the area where you needed him most. once he felt like you were ready for him, he let his hand slip through your folds, picking up some of your already dripping essence.

“spence please,” you whined.

“your wish is my command angel,” with that his tongue went to your folds, liking broad stripes to taste all of you. you moaned at the feeling and let your hand fall to his hair. his middle and ring finger found their way to your slit, easily slipping in and reaching that spot inside of you. spencer had your body memorized and knew how you play you like his favorite game.

you were swimming in pleasure, his pink lips wrapped around your clit as his long fingers curled and thrusted in your warm heat. while you moaned at his actions he moaned at the taste of you spilling all over his tongue.

he switched his motions and inserted another finger, making you let out louder whimpers at his actions. he let go of your clit to look up at you. he thought you looked absolutely breath taking, sheen of sweet glistening on your forehead and your face contorted in the pleasure that he was giving you. not to mention your chest rising up and down from your erratic breathing.

he would tell you were close from how you were starting to clench around his fingers. “cmon pretty girl, i know you’re close. let go for me.” his other hand went to rub circles on your clit as his eyes stayed on you, wanting to have a full view of you cumming embedded in his memory.

his words set you off and the knot in your tummy broke. you came with a loud moan of his name along with a string of curses. you tried to shut your legs but his lanky figure stopped you from doing so.

“hey y/n/n can you give me one more?” you nodded as he leaned down to press a kiss on your sweaty forehead. “always so good for me angel.”

he was painfully hard from watching you writhe in pleasure and was sure he wouldn’t last long but he was set on making his point absolutely known that you deserved to be worshiped.

swiping his length through your folds, you both gasped at the feeling. your thighs wrapped around his frame to pull him closer to you. he slipped in with ease and leaned down on his elbows so he was face to face with you.

his thrusts started out painfully slow. letting you feel inch by heavenly inch of his thick cock. you loved when he was vocal, letting out groans and moans at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. his head fell to the crook of your neck and you could feel him bit down on your shoulder.

your hands went to his back leaving little scratches at the feeling of him hitting the spot inside that made you see stars. the whole feeling was other worldly, being enveloped in his peppermint scent, the sounds of your mixed moans and skin slapping filled the room.

his thrusts sped up and you felt the knot in your tummy return but this one was different. almost like a full sensation. “im so close spence, want you to cum in me baby,” you let out between little whimpers.

“im right there sweetheart, make yourself cum for me.” your hand reached down to where you were both connected to rub on your clit, bringing you to your sweet release. however as he kept thrusting to reach his own your felt yourself let go even more. your essence gushing out down onto the sheets.

your walls clenching during your release led him to his end, spilling inside of you. as he slowed down he looked at you, face towards the side looking away from him.

“y/n whats wrong?” he asked rubbing your shoulder before pulling out slowly.

“that was so embarrassing.” was confused at what you meant until he looked down to see the wet spot between your legs.

“hey hey don’t worry,” he said wrapping you in his arms. “thats completely natural and just proves i did my job in worshiping you how i should.”

you snorted at his confidence and pressed a kiss to his chest before pulling away.

“why don’t you go start a bath while i change the sheets?’ he asked pushing some hair behind your ear.

you nodded and made your way to the bathroom on shaky legs. this time when you looked in the mirror you saw nothing but faint love bites and a body worth being treated as such.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝐷𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

꧁𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰꧂

"Mom! Dad's being annoying again!"

You walked into the office only to see your daughter huffing with arms crossed as your husband sat in his chair, busy writing something down.

"What is it this time?" You mentally prepared yourself to hear some silly thing.

"It's nothing dear. I already told her I'm considering allowing her classmate to take her to the school's dance." Hongjoong responded as if he wasn't guilty of anything.

"See? He usually says no. So what's the problem?" You asked your daughter.

"He's making an 'application to date my daughter' to give to my date!" Your daughter exclaimed.

"What?" You walked over to Hongjoong and snatched the paper away from him and began quoting some of it:

"Thank you for your interest? Please allow 4 to 6 years for processing? If you've been rejected, you will be notified by 2 men carrying violin cases? Any false information may result in punishment by dismemberment, crucifixion, Chinese water torture?!"

"Kim Hongjoong!" You threw the paper back at him.

"What?! I'm only trying to look out for my baby! I only want the best for her." He defended himself.

"At this point, you might as well send me to a convent!" Your daughter furiously marched away to go lock herself in her room.

"Are you happy now?" You raised an eyebrow at Hongjoong.

"Not yet. But once I finish these last details on the application, I will be." He smiled as he resumed his task.

You threw your hands up in anger. "You're unbelievable!"

Hongjoong looked back at you and stuck his tongue out.

"If you were me, you'd do the same!"

꧁𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪꧂

Seonghwa kept pacing back and forth in the living room, unable to calm down.

"Would you please stop it?" You finally told him, annoyed by his fidgeting.

"Stop what?" He asked rather confused.

"That! Stop being so dramatic about this. You knew this would happen sooner or later." You reminded him.

"And I sincerely hoped it'd be a lot later. Waaay later." Seonghwa sighed.

"It's just a first date. It's not like sending one of your rookies out on their first mission." You joked to lighten the mood.

"There's a huge difference... this is my daughter we're talking about! My daughter! My beacon of light in this dark world." He pouted.

"Speaking of which, here she comes!" You pointed to your daughter, who is happily skipping over to you two.

"Look mom! What do you think?! Do you think he'll like it?!" She asked as she twirled around in a sparkly red dress.

"You look gorgeous honey. Of course he'll like it! Right Seonghwa?"

You turned to Seonghwa, who just stood there awkwardly, his eye was visibly twitching.

"Does.....does it have to be that short?" He asked.

He let out a yelp of pain when you elbowed him on his side. He looked over at you and you silently warned him to behave.

Sighing, he smiled at your daughter. "You're absolutely beautiful darling."

She beamed with happiness and hugged you both before running out the door once she heard a car beeping. Seonghwa just watched her as she left.

"See? That wasn't so bad right? The overprotective dad mode isn't necessary."

Seonghwa laughed awkwardly at that.

"Haha....yeah right."

As soon as you were out of sight, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"All units on sector 3 better report to me any sign of physical contact that happens between them. Over."

꧁𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸꧂

"It's already 2:31, she's late." Yunho blurted out.

"What are you talking about?" You asked him.

"I mean school is over at 2, it's only a 30 minute drive from here to there and vice versa. They're late, we gotta make sure they're all right."

You grabbed his arm when he sprinted from the couch.

"Yunho, it's only been 1 minute-"

"2 minutes now actually." He corrected you.

You sighed, praying for patience.

"Point is, it's her first day of school, maybe there was a lot of traffic and you're overreacting. She'll be here soon." You tried to calm him down.

Yunho sat back down and huffed. "I still say we should have just home schooled her."

"Public school isn't going to kill her!" You argued.

"I got the best tutors and professors on speed dial. They're more than willing to give my daughter the best education money can buy!" Yunho repeated what he's been saying for months.

"She needs to learn to interact with people, develop social skills. You're making a fuss over nothing. It's only the first day, and see? Where's the danger? What's the problem so far?" You tried reasoning with him.

"Problem is..... she's not here!" He exclaimed.

Right at that moment, your 6 year old daughter came running in, straight to her father's arms.

"She's here now, and in one piece." You told him.

"Hi sweetheart. Did you have fun today?" He asked as he bounced your daughter in his lap.

"Very! We got to paint, and play around, and at recess, a boy asked me to be his girlfriend and I said sure!" She babbled happily.

Yunho's smile dropped when he heard that last part. He looked over at you, and you were just on the verge of laughing at his reaction.

"See?! Now we got a problem! Some boy is already trying to take my daughter away and corrupt her!" He whined.

"Oh relax Yunho! They're 6 years old! The worst that can happen right now is he gets her sick or something." You shook your head at him.

Yunho held your daughter and looked at her seriously.

"Honey, listen to me. Stay away from boys, they have cooties and they're evil vicious villains who'll just hurt you. Ok? Can you do that for daddy?" He made puppy dog eyes at her.

You face palmed at him.

꧁𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰꧂

"You know Yeosang, you've been having a lot more drinks than usual...." San pointed it out to him.

"I wanna drink tonight to forget and pretend like today didn't just happen." Yeosang said as he downed another shot.

"Yeosang, we've all been there like you were tonight. Trust me, you'll get over it." Wooyoung reminded him.

"Not me! I was the most supportive out of all of you! I was the perfect dad." San smiled, his cute dimples on full display.

"Hey! I was supportive as well!..... sort of. ." Yeosang replied sheepishly.

"Oh yeah? What happened then? Do tell us." Mingi rested his face in his hand, ready to hear Yeosang's story.

Yeosang began reminiscing about what happened a few hours before:

He stood there awkwardly, the young lad that was taking his daughter to prom right in front of him, trying his best to make a great impression of him. But Yeosang wasn't making it easy with his cold icy stare. He just couldn't believe someone was daring to come between him and his daughter.

"I'm ready!"

They both turned and looked over at you and your daughter, all dressed to perfection. The boy's breath was taken away and he was almost drooling. Meanwhile, Yeosang was clenching his fist so much it almost drew blood. After taking so many pictures, she hugged you both goodbye. The boy went to shake Yeosang's hand, but Yeosang instead pulled him in for a caring and ,somewhat suspicious, hug.

"Well then?" Hongjoong asked, snapping him back to reality.

Yeosang gulped.

"Ok. So I may or may not have threatened to cut off his balls if he tried anything...."

꧁𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷꧂

Even though San was extremely close to your daughter and yes he was protective of her, he was also overjoyed and very supportive when she asked for permission to go on a date. He immediately stood up and began bombarding her with questions:

"Who was the boy? Where did you meet? How long have you two known each other? Where do you guys wanna go? How much will you need? Want me to set you guys up at an expensive restaurant? Are you two in love?"

On the day of the actual date, he seemed more excited than your own daughter. He actually hired a photographer to capture every single moment.

"Ok honey I think that's enough photos, the kids might lose their reservation." You tried to make sure they actually made it to the date.

San gasped. "Oh right right! Well you kids have fun and don't worry about paying! I rented the whole thing out for you two!"

He pulled your daughter in for a tight and squishy hug, reminding her how much he loved her and to take care. He also gave the boy a firm pat on the back before watching them get in the limousine and drive away. Even after a few minutes, he stood there silently.

He sighed happily.

"They grow up so fast.....it feels like it was only yesterday when I held her in my arms for the first time....."

You watched San and could tell he was getting emotional.

"Are you going to cry?" You asked him.

"Me? Cry? Pssht! I'm Choi San, the manliest man of all mafia leaders and I do not cry!" He declared bravely.

He then stood there awkwardly before turning back to you. Sighing, you opened your arms.

"Come here. Let it all out." You assured him.

Instantly, San held onto you, crying his eyes out, his heart full of so many emotions.

"Oh my god my babygirl is all grown and soon she'll be leaving me, and I'm sad but I'm so happy at the same way cause I love her so much, and I love you so much and I just miss my baby already even though she's still here!"

You only patted his back and nodded at his sobbing. At least he wasn't putting a tracking device on her.

꧁𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲꧂

You knew it was all bullshit when Mingi said he was desperately needed at the headquarters with the boys. And Seonghwa even confirmed it when you called him and he said that everything was fine, no one called a meeting. You thanked him and hung up. Grabbing your car keys, you sped to your daughter's location, hoping to get there before something embarrassing happened.

You looked around the place, trying your best so your daughter wouldn't see you. She didn't, however you spotted a very familiar shade of red hair hiding behind some bushes. Discreetly, you crept up behind him and smacked his head.

"Ow! What was that for?!" He cried out.

"Song Mingi! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Spying on your own daughter on her first date!" You yelled at him.

"It's my right as a father to make sure my daughter is safe!" He protested.

"Well you can do that....from a distance!"

Without warning, you grabbed his ear and pulled him back to your car to take him home.

"Ok! Can you let go?! I'll go back home with you!" He gave up and walked back with you.

"Good. Honestly, what were you thinking? Oh wait! You weren't." You huffed as you got in the driver's seat.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting your daughter to be safe and make sure her date treats her decently." He pouted like a little baby.

"Well like I said, you could do that from a distance. There's no need to be stalking her out like one of your snipers." You told him as you started the car.

"Yeah.....you're right...." Mingi sighed.

You smiled, proud that he was willing to accept his mistake. That was until he opened his mouth again.

"I mean, why put a tracking device on her phone and not use it?" He stated nonchalantly as he took out his phone

"Song fucking Mingi! I swear to God, if you did that I will make you roll out of the car!"

꧁𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰꧂

"For the last time....No!"

Wooyoung was stubborn. No matter how many times your daughter begged him to let her go to the school dance, he stood his ground and refused. She tried every single approach: she behaved like an angel, tried bargaining and even rebelled like a teenager but to no avail.

"Give me one good reason why I can't go!" Your daughter pouted.

"I'll give you three reasons: One, boys. Two, boys. And three, which is actually the most important one... boys!" Wooyoung was practically dramatic at this point, as if he wasn't already.

"You're going to have to let me date someday!" Your daughter retaliated.

"Absolutely....when I'm cold in my coffin or when hell freezes over. Whichever comes first." Wooyoung said.

Your daughter ended up locking herself in her room, refusing to see her father. It hurt him to have her rejection, but he only did it because he loved her. Unbeknownst to him though, you gave her permission and even arranged for her to be picked up by your friend so she could go to her dance. You hoped Wooyoung didn't notice.

"Where is she?" Wooyoung asked you, crossing his arms over his chest, his foot tapping on the floor.

You sighed in defeat. "She went to the dance. I gave her permission."

Wooyoung began screaming at the top of his lungs, getting agitated.

"Oh relax you drama queen! Her date isn't a bad boy! In fact, he's the sweetest boy ever! You know him, it's San's son!"

As soon as he heard that, Wooyoung felt like he was going to get a heart attack.

"Of all people, she chose San's kid?! Is she insane?!"

Wooyoung took out his phone and furiously tapped on the screen.

"San you little piece of shit! Why are you letting your devil of a son seduce my little angel? Hmm?..... Oh don't give me that! He's just like you! Behind that innocent dimple smile lies a demon, waiting to prey on the innocent and pure so they can corrupt them!! Curse you and your cute dimple genes! I will get you back for this!"

꧁𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸꧂

"So....what are your intentions?" Jongho asked the boy sitting in front of him.

"Excuse me s-sir?" The boy didn't quite understand.

"What are your intentions with my daughter?" Jongho repeated as he reached for one of the apples that were on the table.

"Well I... I....I'm not sure. I guess-"

"Oh? Not sure?" Jongho locked eyes with him as he effortlessly split the apple in half with his bare hands.

The boy noticeably gulped and stared at the crushed fruit.

"I I mean! It's only a dance! It's nothing serious-"

"Are you saying my daughter's a joke? Are her feelings nothing to you?"Jongho reached for another apple and split it apart just like the other one.

"I didn't say that!" The boy exclaimed.

Jongho nodded and reached for yet a third apple.

"Listen very carefully to me boy. I love my daughter so much. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her. I only want her to be happy."

He split the apple and set it down on the table.

"So let me make this clear: break my daughter's heart and I will break you. You know like what?" Jongho tilted his head at him.

"Like.....those apples?" The boy hesitantly pointed at the murdered fruit in front of him.

"Hmm? Oh no. Not like those apples."

Jongho smiled and pulled out a watermelon from one of the cushions.

"I'll break you like this watermelon."

Jongho's fist slammed down on the watermelon, effortlessly breaking it in half. The poor boy was now pale, fearing for his life.

"Daddy! I'm ready! Is the driver ready- what's with all the split fruit?" Your daughter asked when you and her walked into the living room.

"Oh! Nothing sweetheart. I was just splitting these for our guest. Gotta have a little snack before. Right?"

Jongho held out a parted apple to the boy, his eyes silently warning him not to say anything of what really happened. The boy simply nodded and took the apple.

"Y-yeah. Your father is really n-nice."

You frowned at Jongho when your eyes met. You knew what really happened. But he simply smiled innocently at you, like nothing happened.

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mspufflehuff · 3 years

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Right Here For You Doll

Pairings: Steve Rogers x plus size!reader

Prompt: hi i was wondering if you could make a steve rogers x plus size reader where he and the others are talking about how they work out all the time and the reader gets insecure and runs to find a mirror not saying a word? and steve getting up immediately to find her? that would mean alot to me from @lilacprincessofrecovery

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Not proofread, my very first fanfic so it probably won’t be very good

Masterlist!!

Author’s Note: I’m really sorry if this is a bad fanfic. I tried really hard, but I hope whoever reads this will see that people are out there who want more plus size fanfics because not everyone is a thinner girl or person. I know what it means to see yourself in a fanfic as you can relate to it. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it and has a great day.

*Third Person POV*

It was a calm and peaceful evening in the Avengers tower for everyone, which was out of the normal they were used to. But, everyone enjoyed it and basked in it. The team having fun and lounging around without a care in the world. A person who basked in it was Tony's new assistant who helped the other Avengers as well with anything they needed.

Y/N Y/L/N had been there for about 6 months, and they weren't like Tony's past assistants who either worked there to get into one of the Avengers' pants or try to get personal secrets from all the Avengers to give to some secret organization. Y/N wasn't like the past ones, and Tony could see it from the moment she walked into the interview room. They were shy at first, but when Tony started getting close to Y/N, they really came out of their bubble. Tony saw a spark in them that he had seen in himself when he was younger. They were always making sure Tony slept, ate when he wasn't sleeping, and taking care of him like Pepper does.

With everyone having a day to relax and be themselves, Y/N decided to join them since Tony insisted. Tony also insisted since Steve was going to be there too. Tony had seen the glances, longing stares, and hopeful yet kind smiles between Boy Wonder and Y/N. So he lightly pushed Y/N into joining the gang in relaxing. Ever since Y/N started at the Tower, he watched as Steve and Y/N danced their feelings around each other. The whole team has been taking bets since the first day Y/N started when Steve and Y/N would get together.

The whole team except Bruce and Loki were sprawled out in their lounge area on their main floor. Steve was sitting next to Sam and Natasha, while Thor was sitting in a chair off to the side. Tony went to the kitchen to get something to drink, and Y/N was sitting on the floor near the couch. Steve, Nat, and Sam were on. The team's conversations ranged from many different topics, such as what candy is the best to snack on while watching movies to a dreaded topic, working out, and other types of working out that are best.

As the conversation started to turn to exercising and working out, Y/N became more insecure with each word coming out of the team members' mouths. Y/N felt like changing the topic but did not want the conversation to focus on her since she doesn't work out like the others. When it started turning into the team members making dares to see who could do the most push-ups, curl-ups, or sit-ups, Y/N begun to get nervous and insecure.

* Reader's POV* I watched around me as Thor and Sam started daring each other to push past their normal exercising limits. I was so nervous someone would call on me to ask how many push-ups, burpees, or anything exercise-related. I looked down at myself and saw a squishy stomach, thick thighs that touched at every moment, multitudes of stretch marks, things I didn't see anywhere on the team's bodies.

I ever so quietly got up from my spot on the floor and made my way to the kitchen. No one would notice I was gone; they were all too busy making bets and dares with each other. When going into the kitchen, I didn't see Tony, so he may have gone to the bathroom or his office. Wherever he was, this was my chance to go to my room without being noticed. I don't know why I would think I could be around these heroes close to sculptures you would find in museums of gods, exempting Thor.

I ran to my room as quietly as I could without making much noise. I went into the elevator and asked JARVIS to take me to my floor, where my room is. "Yes, ma'am, miss. Y/L/N." JARVIS responded as he took me up to my floor. As I waited for my floor, I took account of my body and how I looked compared to all the team members. I started thinking about how Tony may have pitied me for being the fat girl, and that's why he gave me the job. While I was thinking over if I was fit for this job or a pity acceptance from Tony, a soft ding was heard in the elevator, letting me know I was on my floor. "Thank you, JARVIS," I mumbled quietly as I walked out onto my floor. "Always happy to help miss Y/L/N."

* Steve's POV*

It started to get boring as everyone was comparing how many push-ups they could do, and as I went to look over at Y/N, I noticed she hadn't come back from the kitchen. Usually, she wouldn't take this long unless she was cooking a late lunch for herself. Over the past months, I would find myself listening to her hum as she cooked for either herself or the others. I tuned in my hearing for the kitchen and heard no humming or any kind of her sweet singing. 'That's strange.' I thought as I looked back at the kitchen to see no one standing in there.

I looked over at Sam and Thor, who was groaning at each other, boasting and gloating, shaking my head in disapproval at the two. Soon I felt a stare on me; I saw Nat was looking at me. I turn to her and tilt my head softly, confused. "She went to her room, you know?" Nat told me and directed her head towards the elevator. "How did you-" "Steve, most women know what each other are thinking and their next plan of actions," Nat responded back before I could finish my question. I gave her a soft nod to thank her and left the room before Thor and Sam could get into a brawl over their masculinity.

Making my way to the elevator, I started thinking about why Y/N would have gone to her room. 'Was it something one of us said? Was it something one of us did?' I thought and kept thinking as I made my way to the elevator and up to Y/N's floor. After a minute or two, the elevator went off to indicate I made it to her floor. I stepped out and walked to her door, standing in front of it.

Sighing to myself softly, I lifted my hand and knocked on her door softly. "Y/N?" I asked into the door, hoping she would hear me. After a minute I didn't get a reply. I knocked again and waited for more, getting no reply in return. I gently grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, opening her bedroom door. When I walk in, I see displaying paintings and photos all over her room walls.

I let out a sigh of awe at seeing the beautiful colors and patterns in each of her paintings. She had never told any of us that she could paint, or at least not me. 'Maybe she loves to draw like I do,' I thought as I looked at a small drawing hanging up beside her bed's headboard. As I got closer, I recognized it as a drawing of me back from the '40s. I chuckled as I noticed how she had gotten the fine lines under my eyes from all the fights I used to get into and remembered how Bucky would have to pull me out of them.

What brought me out of my observation was a soft sobbing coming from my left. Walking towards the soft sobbing, I see Y/N standing in front of a tall mirror close to her closet. "Doll?" I asked her softly, a feeling of sadness hitting my heart. She jumped a little and looked over her shoulder at me. "S-steve...?" Y/N had her arms wrapped around her torso as she turned back to look at herself in the mirror. "Why did you leave the room?" I asked her softly, watching her face from the reflection of the mirror. She took a pause before she started talking again. She let out a deep sigh and looked at her stomach. "Everyone was talking about working out... a-and I don't look like the rest of you..." Y/N looked at her arms and her thighs. "I'm all soft and squishy, not like Natasha, how perfect she is... I'm not as strong as Sam or any of you... I'm just some assistant Stark hired and probably hired me out of pure pity..." She whispered the last part and let out a soft cry.

*Y/N's POV*

I wasn't looking at Steve anymore. I couldn't think to look at his face to see the pity and sadness his eyes would have held. Suddenly I felt a pair of warm arms wrapping around my waist. I tensed up for a moment and then relaxed against them. It was Steve, hugging me. I couldn't hold back the sobs as I moved closer to his chest. I was turned around to feel lips on mine. I paused against Steve's lips to understand what was happening. Steve then pulled away, gently holding my arms in his hands. "I-i'm so sorry-" He tried to tell me, but I wouldn't let him as I kissed him back quickly. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer to me.

We both pulled away after oxygen decided it was necessary to be in our systems. We were both lightly panting as we looked at each other. "I've wanted to do that for so long now..." I giggled to Steve as he gave me the same soft and loving smile that I had drawn many times. "Y/N... I don't care how many times I need to show you or tell you, but you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. You don't need exercise, dieting, or anything to make you look better. I think you look like an angel that God sculpted with his bare hands." Steve told me as he cupped the side of my cheek with his hand, keeping the other on my hip.

"Don't feel bad about yourself because you don't exercise. I'll do whatever you need me to do to show you." I placed my hand over his hand, listening to his words. "I'd like that..." I whispered to him, gently kissing him. He leaned into the kiss, lightly smiling against my lips. "I could do this all day.." he chuckled and kissed back a little deeper. "Oh, I know you could, Captain," I replied with a soft hint of tease in my voice. "Come on, let's see who out of Thor and Sam could run the most laps on the field behind the tower." Steve gave a deep laugh with a bright smile, looking at me with those beautiful eyes of his. "Doll, you really are going to be the death of me." He told me as we walked out of my room, hand in hand, happy to finally be together.

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misterewrites · 3 years

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Inhuman Interrogation (Welcome to the Underground!)

Hello everyone! E here hoping you are all safe and sound! Here’s the next chapter of the Underground! A special thank you to everyone who reads my stories. I know they’re not everyone’s speed and I get wordy but I really do appreciate it! I really hope you are having some fun with it. Okay stay safe, sound, keep your loved ones safe, wash your hands, wear masks and get yourself vaccinated, push for vaccines worldwide. Here's the next chapter, enjoy! Feel free to leave likes, tell your friends, reblog and leave feedback I love it all! have a good week and I'll see you later! E is out byeeeeee!

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Summary: Oliver's been caught red handed and there's only one thing to do: Claw and lie his way out of the situation. However, the bard might be a little over his head from this stranger who watches all.

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Oliver could feel a chill run down his spine, fear gripping him tightly as he scrambled to keep himself calm. Being found out was always a possibility he’d calculated in his plans, he just hadn’t wanted to deal with it tonight. Well you know what they say: When life gives you lemons, squirt lemon juice in life’s eyes and run like hell.

He’d been caught so the next step was to determine by who.

Oliver blew cool air onto his face as he pivoted around to see which person had been acute enough to catch onto his antics.

He had been expected to looking at an unhappy Lea with his sword drawn.

What found waiting for him was worse.

It was good looking man though Oliver couldn’t hazard a guess to his age. His hair was short wispy dark brown like the color of copper. His face was scratched by dozens of tiny whites line, healed scars that somehow did not detract away from his handsomeness. He wore a plain white tunic with black leggings, a large bronze hued cape hung over his unusually thin frame. The most striking feature were his golden eyes. Not golden in shade but actual gold, metallic shimmering and shining like metal caught in the glow of the sun.

He was a sight to behold, perfection made flesh and blessed by the gods.

And Oliver knew he was utterly and terribly inhuman. He was not a mortal being for no human could ever been so perfect.

The Stranger tilted his head quizzically, his eyes dilated into pupil-less orbs.

“You” He spoke in a raspy, low voice “You’ve been busy.”

Oliver coughed, trying to get his dry throat working again.

The Stranger took a step closer, his gaze unflinching “Yes, very busy.”

Oliver chuckled nervously “I haven’t the slightest clue what you mean increasingly creepy man. If you excuse me.”

As Oliver turned to leave, his blood turned cold when the stranger harshly whispered, his words booming in Oliver’s ears.

“How’s Death I wonder? He’s an old friend for you, right?”

Oliver whirled around, fist clenched but the Stranger hadn’t taken a step forward. In fact he had taken a step away, furthering the distance between them.

Oliver gulped nervously, trying his best to stop his racing heart.

“And you” he murmured quietly, trying to hold onto his fleeting courage “Smell of it.”

It was true: Even this far away, Oliver could smell the stench of decay, of death and blood wafting off the Stranger as if he’d come straight from a bloody battle.

The Stranger made no indication he heard Oliver’s comment, just stared with golden eyes unblinking.

Oliver let out a tense breath before closing his eyes. He centered his will, he reached out into the universe and drew in the power of his magic.

He could hear the scrawling of a pen across the scratchy surface of parchment, the squishy wet sounds of paint drying, the tuning of a lute among excited laughter and cheers.

‘I need to escape.’ Oliver spoke in his mind.

Knowledge filled his mind: Spells and their uses. The hand gestures necessary to tug at the weave to make his will, his need a reality.

An unknown force guided his hand, raising it high and surging with magical power. Oliver’s eyes snapped open with a fierce determination. He took a deep breath, his fingers at the ready as he prepared to recite the incantation.

“I…” Oliver began when the Stranger struck. There was a blink and there was the stranger in front of him, his hand wrapped tightly around Oliver’s wrist.

“So.” the Stranger spoke in an oddly smooth voice “You ready to tell me what you were doing squirreling about?”

Oliver was strained against the Stranger but his grip was as strong as iron. Unless he could complete the hand gestures and motions along with the incantation, the spell was incomplete and he was as helpless as a kitten in Stranger’s grasp.

Oliver grimaced in pain “Now you’re remembering to be human? No creepy staring or awkward conversations about death?”

“Sorry, sometimes my lady speaks through me. I am her will incarnate on this plane.” The Stranger gave a sheepish grin

Oliver smiled uneasily “Right mysterious lady sure. That’s totally normal. How about you let me go and I won’t take the psychotic act personally?”

“But it is personal.” The Stranger’s smirk widen, his teeth too sharp to be mortal “You’re up to something and I’d like to know what.”

‘Great.’ Oliver thought to himself, his eyes darting about for a sign of assistance: a cloaked figure nearby fidgeted awkwardly but ultimately did nothing, a few nobles conveniently glanced the opposite direction of their altercation. Even the guards were nowhere in sight. Whoever this person was, he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

Oliver pursed his lips, his mind desperately grasping at ideas to escape this situation.

“Party planner” Oliver offered helpfully “My job is to keep track of everything, make sure the party is moving smoothly and ensure there is no issues. You know how Mr. Brambleoak dislikes unnecessary distractions.”

The Stranger nodded in understanding “Party planner? That’s a good one. Feasible. If were I shade dumber, I might actually believe you. However…”

Oliver winced in pain as his grip tightened. The bard had been manhandled once or twice before but never this single handedly.

“Now” The Stranger’s golden eyes narrowed threateningly “Let’s try this one more time before you really anger my lady. What were you doing?”

Oliver opened his mouth.

“There you are!”

For one nerve wracking moment Oliver thought the Stranger had backup but he seemed just as confused as he was.

Maria cut in between two men gracefully and forced the Stranger to release his grip. He backed away as she linked herself arm in arm with Oliver.

“Sweetie!” She spoke with honeyed words, patting his arm lovingly “You ran off so quickly. I was worried I’d upset you.”

“Umm.” Oliver eyed the Stranger carefully, wary at any sudden movements “Sorry honey. This person thought I was someone he knew.”

Maria peered closer, getting a good look at the man.

The Stranger smiled cheekily “Fraid I got the wrong person.”

“You should really be careful, the guards here dislike any disturbance to the festivities.”

Almost as if magically summoned by her words, the guards began to approach with hands on their blades.

“Of course. Of course. Wouldn’t want trouble.” the Stranger bowed mockingly “Besides, I don’t think he’s the one I want.”

“That’s certainly ominous.” Oliver murmured under his breath.

Maria jabbed him with her elbow though her gaze never left the Stranger’s golden eyes.

“We should go.” Oliver offered helpfully “I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

Maria beamed cheerfully “No worries, I was feeling a bit tired myself. Good night good sir.”

“Bye.”

“Good night miss” the Stranger tilted his head “Bard.”

Maria hurriedly dragged Oliver away.

“Thanks for the save.” Oliver said gratefully.

Maria blew a strain of hair from her face “You’re welcome.”

“Not mad about using you as a distraction?”

“Normally I would be” Maria admitted “But that little stunt you pull got the harpies off my back for the rest of night.”

Oliver chuckled “Basking in the admiration of their adoring fans?”

“You have no idea.” she replied wearily “I’m just happy for a moment of peace. So thank you for that.”

“You are welcome then.”

The two made their way outside and straight into quite the scene: a massive cheering crowd formed around a handful of people. Most of the combatants were faced down, sprawled across the cobbled streets though Oliver spotted two familiar faces standing tall and victorious over their fallen foes.

“ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?” Terri screamed into the roaring masses, arms flexed. Tyrell looked like he was about to pass out from exhaustion.

Oliver spotted Lea among the thundering crowd, his eyes alive with excitement and joy.

Terri caught Oliver’s eye and gave a proud smile. Oliver offered a subtle thumbs up as Maria led him away from the bank.

“I take it you can’t go far.” Maria stated simply.

“No” Oliver spoke honestly “I’m afraid my business is not yet concluded.”

“Is it alright if I stay with you for now?”

Oliver bit his lip nervously “Sure. Of course. I have a moment. Not curious about what I was up to?”

Maria gave a cheeky smirk “Naturally but I have a feeling secrecy is important here. Better to not ask than force you to lie to me."

“Thank you. I don’t like lying to you.”

The two stood side by side, arms intertwined together in a quiet comfortable near silence.

Maria smiled softly “You know my father used to warn me about my sentimentality for people. About they would use it against me.”

“People like me?”

She smirked mischievously as she puffed out her chest, speaking in a mocking tone “There will come poet whose weapon is his word. He will slay you with his tongue.”

Oliver snorted loudly, trying to hide his flushing skin “Oh lei oh lai oh lord?”

“Oh quiet you.” Maria scolded with a chuckle “Surprise you didn’t take the set up.”

“Too easy.”

“Should I be offend?”

“I mean those are pretty good lyrics” Oliver replied, hand high in surrender “Surprised they came out of your father’s bitter lips.”

“I suppose everyone has their moments. However rare.”

“I suppose so.”

Maria’s hazel eyes met Oliver’s brown, curious yet expecting “Do you remember what you said to me two months ago? At the last competition?”

“Umm…” Oliver scratched his chin thoughtfully “I say a lot of things. You need to be specific.”

“That my voice was utterly angelic?”

“Ah, I didn’t think you actually heard me.” Oliver’s cheeks blushed a bright red.

Maria giggled sweetly “Did you mean it? What you said inside?”

“Yes” Oliver answered without hesitation “You don’t need them. You would be amazing by yourself.”

Maria’s smile was sad. She sighed tiredly as she threw a glance towards the bank “My father won’t let me but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Oliver nodded in confirmation.

“I feel like I am a disappointment. A puppet controlled by a father who craves nothing but influence and status.”

“You’re not.”

“How do you know?”

Oliver shifted uneasily.

“That’s what I thought bard. Nice try though.”

Oliver caught sight of Flora and Sel making their way outside, signaling the others the mission was complete. Terri and Tyrell broke free from the fight circle and began making their way towards the rendezvous point.

Maria slipped her arm out of his “It is time I suppose.”

“Enjoy your night off.” Oliver took her hand in his own and softly kissed it. Maria flushed a pink hue but still curtsy in response.

Oliver turned to face her, his eyes gentle and understanding “You aren’t a disappointment.”

Maria rolled her eyes “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not.” Oliver firmly stated.

Maria’s eyes stared quizzically into his “Certain, are you?”

Oliver cleared his throat “You aren’t a disappointment to me.”

“That’s sweet but I’m afraid I barely know you. Besides you’ve been a thorn in my father’s plans consistently. Technically, I shouldn’t be talking to you let alone assisting.”

Oliver gave an impish grin “Yet you are.”

“You are far too charming for your own good.” Maria frowned mockingly

“Nothing compared to you.”

“Sweet words are nothing without meaning beyond them bard.”

Oliver took a deep calming breath, struggling to get the words out before he lost his nerve “The boy who used to climb your fence still loves you.”

Maria’s eyes widen with confusion before realization dawned upon her hazel eyes “How did you…?”

but Oliver ran, bravery failing. He disappeared into the crowded streets without another word. He ducked and weaved through the people in case Maria decided to chase him though he doubt she would. Perhaps those words didn’t have the same weight as they once did. Oliver really did not want to stick around to find out. He shouldn’t have said anything but he’d never been good at keeping his mouth shut.

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It hadn’t taken long for Oliver to meet up with the rest of the crew. Everyone managed to gather in a nearby alley, their chatter excited and cheerful.

“Boss man!” Terri boomed, arms opened wide “WE DID IT! See the pile? Do I get results or do I get results?”

Oliver gave a weak chuckle “Yes you do. Remind me not to piss you off.”

“Damn straight.” Terri flexed unnecessarily once more. Flora gave a playful wink towards her girlfriend which turned Terri a lovely bright pink.

Tyrell looked haggard and sick “I never want to do that again. Ever.”

“You did amazingly Ty! You can be First Chair in no time if you keep this up!” Terri patted his back approvingly, Tyrell nearly went sprawling to the floor below.

Oliver gave a sharp whistle, grabbing the attention of everyone “We did great team and it was an honor to work with you. If you require my assistance, I’ll be in town for a few days at the Right Hook. Ask for Ollie.”

Terri slipped her hand into Flora’s “We won’t be in town much longer. We have business up north but we wish you well! Permission to leave?”

“Granted.” Oliver waved them off “No making out until you leave our sights.”

It was impossible to know who was a redder shade: Terri or Flora.

The pair bowed respectfully before taking their leave, Flora’s head resting lovingly on Terri’s shoulder. Oliver couldn’t help chuckle at Terri’s proud “And you didn’t poison anyone! Great work sweetheart!”

Oliver turned to the remaining two “Sel, destroy the paper and report back to the local Conductor. If there’s any more trouble come get me.”

Sel gave a single nod before disappearing into the crowded streets without another word.

“And me?” Tyrell whispered anxiously “What about me?”

“You.” Oliver stretched his neck, trying to relive the tension of the night “You’re gonna tell me how to get into the Clifftop Distract.”

“E-excuse me?”

Oliver waved his question off “Don’t even. I know you’re a noble born. Your clothes are way too nice to be a simple baker or blacksmith’s son. And barely frayed means you ran away from home recently.”

Tyrell glanced away, fidgeting nervously “You noticed?”

Oliver nodded.

“And you don’t care?”

“Not in the least” Oliver admitted honestly “You got into the Choir. That means you’re good in my book.”

“Thank you.” Tyrell smiled softly “I appreciate it. May I ask why you need to get into the Clifftop Distract?”

Oliver scratched the back of his neck sheepishly “Someone I know has business up there. Figured I might as well ask you to make our lives easier.”

“You’re a good friend.”

“I’m really not.” Oliver murmured quietly, unable to stare Tyrell in the eyes.

Tyrell shook his head is disagreement but didn’t press further “Every month they change the password. This month’s is Knightly Valor.”

“Knightly Valor, thank you.”

“No, thank you for not telling the others. May I go now?”

Oliver ruffled Tyrell’s hair playfully “Go on scamp.”

Tyrell bowed and with a skip in his step, made his way out of the alleyway.

Oliver stood there alone for a moment before turning towards the shadows.

“You gonna keep follow me or we’re finally going to talk?”

The figure did not break the silence of the night as they stepped out seemingly from darkness itself.

“You knew I was following you? Impressive given not many can sense my presence” the cloaked figured spoke. unable to keep the curiosity out of her voice.

“Mhm.” Oliver grunted “Ever since West End. You were in the bar the night Abigail and I hired Archie. I heard you moving about when we camped for the night, just down the tunnel out of sight. I assume you lost us when we went down the side tunnels and decided to stake out West Haven for us to pass through. You’ve been tailing me all night since I left the Right Hook.

The figure said nothing.

“That’s what I thought.” Oliver sighed tiredly “Alright, we gonna have a problem? I've had a long night and I've been threaten one times too many today.”

“No problem.” The figure muttered.

Oliver narrowed his eyes suspiciously “Then why show yourself?”

“You need to know my presence.”

Oliver sighed “You are being very cryptic.”

“Now you know how everyone else feels.”

Oliver smirked mockingly, unable to hide the sarcasm from his voice “Thanks, I hate it!”

“Be careful bard.” the figured glanced about, worried “Something is coming.”

“Nice and vague, thanks for the tip ninja.”

The figure shifted uncomfortably but remained silent.

“Fine, go on then if you're not gonna be any more helpful.” Oliver shook his head before closing his eyes. When he opened them, the figure was gone, upped and vanished into nothingness.

Oliver ran his hand through hair tiredly as he began making his way back to the Right Hook.

“And I still have to climb two stories. Fucking hell, what a night.”

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yamaoni · 3 years

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The Second Great War of Remnant has begun. Once more, Vale and Mantle are embroiled in a massive conflict, only this time, they are on the same side against Atlas.

I don't think it was a coincidence that so many people drew parallels with the last episode and WWI. We've never seen people fight that way in RWBY. Grimm don't use projectile weapons the way humans do, so the benefits of the trench are diminished; especially if you compare it to the drawbacks.

Now, I understand not everyone in the Atlas military has their aura unlocked and the squishy soldiers need some cover, but if The Long Memory didn't nuke every grimm on Atlas, the lines would have been overrun and then there would have been nowhere for them to retreat to.

You think the very real hand to hand struggles in the trenches of WWI were bad, imagine being trapped in a narrow trench with a bear. Or having this thing explode out of the ground under you.

I refuse to believe no-one in Atlas ever thought, "if we put the dirt from the trench in a box, no only can we give our soldiers cover, we can also give them an elevated position to fire from."

The top of a wall has been the primary defensive position for the people of Remnant for a long time. You can see them in the establishing shots of most settled places the team has visited. So why are we seeing a trench now?

Simple.

Show, don't tell.

RWBY has done a pretty great job, especially in the last few seasons, of showing the audience what it is trying to convey without explicitly telling them. They especially like drawing from well known folk lore to give insight into the future of the show.

Only difference here, instead of drawing the parallel between characters, they're drawing parallels between worlds.

Remnant's first Great War started with Mantle suppressing freedom of expression, the destruction of Art and Color. Ironwood always has little in the way of color, but in his first broadcast since everything started hitting the fan, he has none.

That broadcast also included evacuation ships being blown up by fighter-bombers, Dunkirk. It threatend to level a city if they didn't surrender, Battle of Brittan. All delivered by a dictator trying to scare his opponents into submission through careful use of film.

Theories

If the rest of the season is WWII, I have several theories on plot direction. Considering how well they did keeping up with both ends of the battlefield it wouldn't surprise me if they followed all of them at the same time.

Operation Dunkirk

Or, the evacuation of Mantle.

Players: Penny, Nora, Ren, Happy Huntresses

The Happy Huntresses involvement is a given. Not only has saving Mantle been their goal the whole time, they're also stuck in the middle of it right now.

Penny is the Protector of Mantle. It would be a shining moment for her character to fully throw off the virus Watts implanted and overcome Ironwood's threats to do so. Just crossing my fingers that it doesn't end like the Iron Giant.

Nora is currently Penny's tether to sanity, so she has to go with, and I doubt they would separate Ren from her for the next arc so he's going too.

Surprise twist for this plot I'm betting will be the Starwars "they aren't warships, just people" scene everyone loves to rag on. After all, the broadcast went out that they needed help and, at least at Dunkirk, it was fishing boats and pleasure crafts that retrieved the 338,000 surrounded on all sides.

Why We Fight

Or, countering Ironwoods propaganda.

Players: Robyn and Qrow

For one, these two are unaccounted for and in the heart of Atlas' military machine. If anyone has means to do so, it's them.

The film, Why We Fight, also countered the dramatic cinematography of Goebbels propaganda by painting it as ridiculous and making a folksy call to action much like Robyn has done in the past.

Operation Fortitude

Or, the deception of Ironwood.

Players: Emerald, Jaune, Oscar

This is the mission to make Ironwood think the team is going after the relic. This theory is why I actually thought of and wrote out this whole thing. Thanks @maxiemumdamage, I had things I was supposed to do tonight.

https://maxiemumdamage.tumblr.com/post/644291955872890880/willing-to-bet-my-own-soul-that-emerald-uses-her

Only difference in my theory and their's, is Jaune is going to be playing the part of Penny.

I say this for two reasons. One, Joan of Arc pretended to be a man. While we've gotten both Jaune pretending to be something he's not and him in a dress, this would pose the first time in the story he could do both. Two, it would put him on a direct collision path with Cinder. It needs to happen at some point to bring his arc to a conclusion, but man I hope we're not about to watch him burn.

With Ozpin active again, Oscar has to go along to direct them to the vault. He's also one of two backing the idea of Emerald joining the team and Jaune wouldn't be willing to work with her without him.

Operation Overlord

Or, busting down the doors of Atlas Acadamy.

Players: Ruby, Blake, Weiss, Yang

Where Operation Fortitude was the faint, Operation Overlord was the real deal. For those that aren't history buffs, this is D-Day.

I think this is the reason we've only seen the main team fighting together once since their split from Beacon. And even then, that fight was at most pairs of fighters and not all four of them supporting one another.

RWBY tricked us into thinking season 4 was the post-timeskip level up we come to expect from anime when really we ended up watching the training flashbacks as they happened instead.

We've seen hints of it with the various team ups and combinations, but are we really ready for how much ass kicking they are about to do?

I'm hoping for a One Piece level of badass entrance that can give me shivers whenever I go to watch it again like the walk to Arlong Park still does to this day.

(Aside: if you try telling me RWBY isn't anime, I'm just going to ignore you. Anime is an art movement. If you don't understand what that means, watch this video. https://youtu.be/uFtfDK39ZhI)

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Now last and certainly not least

Operation Valkyrie

Or, the death of Ironwood.

Players: Winter and Marrow

The long awaited defection. Plenty of speculation has already floated around about if and when these two where going to cave to their morals and jump ship. I don't know how many of us were expecting the straw to break the camel's back to be a nuke held over Mantle, but I certainly wasn't.

What worries me, is Operation Valkyrie failed and all its conspirators were executed. As if there weren't enough death flags for Winter before.

Even if it's not Winter that kills him. I don't see Ironwood surviving this season. Even if it means he goes out like another hated dictator. It's not like it would be the first time RT had a fallen hero chose to use his own sword.

Wildcards

Or, Murphy will have his due.

Players: Cinder, Watts, Neo, Tyrian, Mercury, Clover

These players can go any which way. Three we know for sure are going to be active in the coming episodes and I wouldn't be surprised if the other three play a part as well.

Oscar made a hell of a light show for Tyrian and Mercury to see behind them. Not to mention, Salem will still need a ride home when she pulls herself back together.

Clover keeps getting mentioned even though he's hospitalized. If he was truly out of commission for the rest of the season, they would have made us think he's dead before bringing him back like they did with Penny.

Up to now, what we've seen is a three way conflict. But one of the hallmarks of Remnant's First Great War, was making temporary alliances to fight off grimm.

The grimm might be gone, but the wild cards can't complete their own objectives if they are dead. The question is who's goals better align with their own.

Two surprise twists I can see here. One, Mercury stabbing Tyrian on his way to defection. He was raised by an assassin and has not going to get a better chance than that. Two, Clover joining Operation Valkyrie. He might have accepted that sacrifice is a necessary evil to ensure Atlas' survival, but might go Schindler's List on us and find horror in what Ironwood plans to do.

TLDR

I spent way too long writing this out. All the WWI imagery means we're getting a WWII movie with RWBY characters. Major death flags for Penny, Jaune, and Winter.

Also I finally figured out how to do a readmore. Apparently it's just been a long time since I updated.

Note: kept seeing things talking about clovers death and I kind of went ???? Isn't he barely alive in medical? Went back and watched that scene and though I am 90% sure he is dead still kind of weird that they have him in his own room instead of a morgue and the initial framing made my mind instantly think he was propped up on a hospital bed. I mean, I guess we needed to have all the ACEOPs there for their reaction to Ironwood... but it definitely made me think he was alive. That and they have a bandage on his chest wound... when he's supposedly dead. Also have a phantom memory of Harriet saying something about him being in critical but I think that's my memory playing tricks on me.

Having his face exposed instead of covered by the sheet and seeing him in the same frame as Winter being treated also didn't help my gut reaction of "Oh Shit! He's alive? How?!" If I'd followed up more on the "how" might not have made the blunder of writing his return as the final twist in my theory. Oops

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Hinata Shouyou x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Title: Love Handles 💞 Genre: Fluff fluff fluffffff for the little ray of sunshine Warnings: Insecurities and negative thoughts, mentions of stretch marks and previous bullying, crying but Hinata kissing the tears away, reader is two inches shorter than Hinata, Aged up Hinata and reader, both are 18-19 Word count: 868

The words stung in my memory, all of the kids picking on me, tearing me apart for being on the heavier side. It's not my fault for having a slow metabolism.

The words picked at me and tore me apart, fueling me to continue tearing myself apart in the mirror. I had a major confidence boost and figured I'd try wearing a crop top for once, out in public but once my eyes glazed over the mirror I shrunk back into my shell.

My stretch marks on full display, my hip dip and tummy pudge rolling over the waistline, my thighs bulging in my jeans as my inner thighs aggressively rubbed together only waiting to tear a hole through another pair of leggings or jeans. My face too round and squishy like the rest of my body. I pinched at the rolls on the side of my body, tugging them up and down. Tears welled in my eyes as all of the names came back to haunt me.

"Hey! Are you ready to go to the- Hey what's wrong?" Shouyou walked through my door. I looked down and didn't say anything, too embarrassed for him to see me like this.

"Oh uh sorry Sho! I was just about to get changed." His head tilted like a golden retriever.

"Why? You look really beautiful! I'm not saying you don't look beautiful all the time because you already do but I love this shirt I don't understand why you don't wear it more!" I awkwardly scratched the back of my neck before he hesitantly made his way into my room more. I thought he stopped but I didn't realize he was immediately behind me, let alone for his arms to go around my stomach and head landing on my shoulder. "Babe what's wrong? Why do you look sad? Wait, did I upset you? I'm so sorry if I did!" My sunshine always being so quick to jump to conclusions I couldn't help but let out a painful laughter followed by a sniffle.

"No, no you didn't. I just, I look gross in the shirt so I'm gonna change..." I tried walking away but his toned arms locked me in place.

"Talk to me... please." A new look of determination formed in his eyes, our eyes met each others in the mirror before mine quickly raked down my body and squirming in place out of dissatisfaction. "Are you... unhappy with me?" His tone held a certain sadness that made my heart break. I quickly spun around in his arms and cupped his face gently in my hands and staring up into his eyes.

"No baby, I love you, I could never be unhappy with you." His eyes lit up but he tried his best to keep a serious face. My eyes flutter shut as he placed two kisses on both of my cheeks before landing one on my lips, it was slow and passionate before he pulled away.

"I love you too, so please? Let me help."

"I just don't like my body Shouyou, I'm ugly and fat and my stretch marks are hideous, my thighs are too big, I'm not pretty. My cheeks are too pudgy, my love handles. Nobody likes that stuff. It makes me ugly. You deserve someone better." I couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye.

"Can I show you what I see?" My eyebrows crinkled together in confusion. "C'mere." My love turned me around and made me face the mirror again. "I see, a beautiful girl," He placed a kiss to my cheek. "an amazing girlfriend," kiss to the other cheek. "with an amazing personality." A kiss to the corner of my jaw. "She has the cutest tummy," A kiss on my neck that made my eyes flutter shut. "it even has a painting on it." He whispered in my ear. "And her thighs and ass are to die for but her tummy, cutest thing." I rolled my eyes as I laughed out more tears, but this time they were happy ones.

"I love you princess."

"I love you too, Sho."

"Do you feel better about yourself?" The hope in his eyes was similar to a child's.

"Not really, but a bit. It definitely a start."

"What do you say, instead of going to the park we can just stay here and watch movies! You can even have the hoodie I brought." A smile shined on my lips before aggressively nodding my head.

"Okay." He whispered before turning me around and pulling me into a kiss. This one was different from the one earlier, this one held more need and fire as our lips moved in sync, his tongue swiping against my lip to ask for entrance to which I denied. I pulled away for air and gave him a quick peck on the lips before telling him he can pick the movie.

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let-me-love-you-loki · 3 years

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Surprising Too Late-Part III

Part III

High summer in Southern California was one of my favorite times of the year. The days were long, the pool sparkled in the sun, and Matt and Nick insisted on taking a week off and taking the entire family to Oahu for vacation. We’d end up coming back just in time to celebrate with the rest of the family. It had been a wonderful surprise when our firstborn came early, just two days before Nick’s birthday. As she’d gotten older, we’d taken to celebrating the occasions together.

Nick loved it, living every single year for his birthday celebration with Mattie.

We’d been home for barely a day when my eldest daughter caught me in the kitchen. It was early—too early for anyone else to be awake—but I had become a morning person in the years I’d been with Matt and Nick. I’d practically trained myself to be awake at all hours so I could speak to them when they were away.

“Morning, Mama,” Mattie said with a grin. She grabbed a mug and poured herself a cup of coffee, adding creamer and milk and half a dozen things that she’d picked up from Matt, before folding herself into the Lotus position on the bench beside me. Her dark hair was pulled back into a messy looped ponytail high toward the crown of her head, little whisps of it gathering around her face. Her blue eyes were bright, alert. Just like when she was a baby.

“Morning, Tea,” I replied. “What are you doing up so early?”

She stared into her coffee concoction, and for a moment I couldn’t help but marvel in how beautiful she’d become. She was lithe and graceful, strong like Matt but quick and athletic like Nick. Her heart burned to be in the ring. Mattie lived and breathed wrestling, just like her fathers. She was just like them in every wonderful way.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” I asked, sweeping my hand along her cheek, and tucking hair behind her ear.

“I have a question… about my birthday.” Her fingers tightened around her cup. I watched her swallow hard. God, I thought, she acts just like them. “About my… about a present.”

I rolled my eyes. “What else do you want? Dad bought you a laptop, a new phone, and ten sets of ring gear. Papa bought you a new car.”

Mattie leaned her head against my shoulder. “I want something from you.”

Matt

I stretched, feeling the soreness start to sink into my back. Sweat and heat turned my hair into frizz as I walked to the side of the basketball court. The boys laughed and continued playing HORSE without me. Lee was almost fourteen and as tall as I was. Just as when he was a baby, he was easy smiles, laughs, and charm. RJ had come out of his shell as he’d grown. At twelve, he had become more comfortable with himself and the world, even though he was still quiet and walked to the beat of his own drum. Baby Ty wasn’t a baby anymore. He was ten and adventurous, curious, and energetic. In some ways, he was the easiest of our kids. But he held his own against his older brothers and sisters.

“Are your parents coming tomorrow?” Y/N asked as she leaned over the railing above me. I caught the bottle of water that she dropped and took a swig.

“Yeah, at seven. They wanted to give us some time to celebrate alone,” I replied, grinning. As I thought about what was happening later, I felt my smile falter. “Mattie’s eighteen. Jesus, where did the time go?”

My wife gave a nostalgic sigh. “Remember when she was first born? You panicked every time she got near anything that wasn’t squishy. And Nick would play peek-a-boo with her for hours.”

I glanced up just in time to see Y/N swipe at her eyes. Without a second thought, I jumped and caught the edge of the concrete above me. Ignoring the pain in my spine, I pulled myself up, swinging to catch the wrought iron of the railing. A moment later, I climbed over and pulled my wife into my arms.

“Hey,” I murmured, drawing her closer. My lips ghosted over her hair. “We did good with her, Mama. She’s a good kid—smart and kind. Just like you.”

She sank against me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “It’s not that… she’s asked for something else for her birthday. Something from me.”

I leaned back to look into her eyes. They were stormy, conflicted. “What did she ask for?”

Nick

I double checked that I’d wrapped all of Mattie’s presents and that Brandon was going to bring down the car later that evening. Denise had made an Elite bow to put on the hood. I had a sudden flash of memory—me in the passenger seat, Matt in the back, teaching Mattie how to drive. She’d gotten so big so fast. Every time I looked at her, I couldn’t help but see Y/N in her. I was so proud of the young woman she’d become.

Y/N was in the kitchen setting up everything for the dinner that was on the way. She’d ordered a complete spread of our favorite things from Cracker Barrel and a shared cake from the bakery that one of the parents from Mattie’s co-op owned. We’d have some time together before my parents showed up to celebrate with us.

Balancing my daughter’s gifts, I slipped into the living room and dropped them carefully on the coffee table. Oreo looked up at the noise, ears flicking, but quickly plopped back onto the floor. I leaned down to scratch behind his ears. “Guard these, boy,” I said playfully.

When I looked up, Y/N was standing at the kitchen counter, tucking her hair back behind her ears. She was more beautiful now than she’d been that day in the airport when we’d met. I loved her so much it hurt, loved her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, more today than yesterday, more tomorrow than today. Not a day passed that I didn’t thank my lucky stars that she was mine.

She glanced at me, something about the set of her mouth making me think she was worried. I watched as she flicked a faint smile at me just as the doorbell rang. “I’ve got it,” I called.

***

I nipped at my bottom lip as I stared out the kitchen window at my husbands and children out in the pool. Matt raced Mattie from one end to the other, getting thoroughly trounced each time. He certainly didn’t need to give her a head start anymore. Nicole sat on the edge with her feet dangling in the water, kicking them back and forth around Ty as he held his breath. Lee did backflips off the diving board while RJ scored him like an Olympic judge. For the moment, they were all peaceful and happy.

Matt looked up as he pulled himself onto the edge of the pool. His dark eyes met mine, and a genuine, sweet smile danced over his face. A moment later, he pulled Mattie out of the water and pointed her toward Matt’s house. It didn’t take long for the rest of the family to follow along behind. They slipped inside to change clothes before coming in to eat.

My heart skipped a beat as they crowded into Nick’s kitchen, grabbing plates and lining up along the counter. Nick and Mattie were pushed to the front of the line, then bickered with one another over who would go first. In the end, they went together, fixing each other’s food. Nick draped his arm around her shoulder as they plopped down together at the table. One by one, the table filled up, laughter spilling through the house as the boys teased each other and then ganged up on Mattie. More than once, they brought Cassidy into the conversation, making my eldest daughter turn pink.

It seemed like no time passed at all and we were gathered in the living room, Oreo curled up in RJ’s lap. Wrapping paper lay in a heap on the corner of the sofa. A brand new Sorento sat in the driveway, a paint splattered Elite bow on the hood. Mattie moved to sit at the edge of the sofa, her hands clasped together as she looked at Matt and Nick. I wanted to reach out for her, but I knew that she had to do this on her own.

She grabbed a card from the table and took a deep breath. I watched her face go alternately pale and crimson as she held out the card with a shaking hand. “Happy birthday, Dad,” Mattie said.

Matt moved to sit next to me, his fingers latching with mine. He leaned against my shoulder.

Nick

I couldn’t figure out why Mattie looked so nervous. She kept glancing over at Y/N, almost as if she were asking for permission. My wife smiled, giving her an encouraging nod. My brother was settled in beside our wife in a way that reminded me of their united front when we’d been rebuilding our family all those years ago.

My finger slipped under the flap and tore the envelope open. Inside was a heavy white card along with a folded piece of paper. I smiled as I read the front—No matter how old she may be sometimes a GIRL just needs her DAD. My eyes burned as I tried not to cry. The inside was filled with a long letter in my daughter’s perfect swirling writing. I clenched my jaw, clearing my throat as I fought a losing battle.

“Tea,” I said at last, looking at my first born through blurry eyes. “This is the best gift.”

Mattie looked back to her mother before she said anything else. For a moment, the two of them looked at one another. I smiled sideways, thinking how they looked exactly like Y/N said Matt and I did. They had something brewing between them.

“There’s more,” Mattie said, standing up and moving to stand in front of me. She picked the paper up from my lap and unfolded it. “Mama gave it to me this morning.”

I felt my brow furrow as I took the paper from her hand. It took a moment for me to make any sense of it. At first, it looked like a bunch of useless numbers and letters across the page. I looked up, confused. From the corner of my eye, I saw Matt squeeze Y/N’s hand. My brother’s brown eyes were warm and happy. My wife, on the other hand, looked as if she was going to be sick.

“Read it, Dad,” Mattie said, stepping closer and pointing her finger to a paragraph of text about halfway down the page. “This part here.”

Her finger trembled. I took her hand as I focused on the words. Based on our analysis and the biomedical evaluation of the results, it is found that Mr. Nicholas Jackson is the biological father of Mattea Jackson with a statistical certainty of 99.99%. A moment later, I couldn’t see the text or anything else. Tears poured down my face as I tugged Mattie into a hug.

She threw her arms around my neck, hugging me just as tightly as I did her. “Happy birthday, Dad,” she whispered into my ear.

I pressed a kiss to her cheek and sniffed. “Happy birthday, my love.” My baby girl.

Matt caught my eye as he handed tissues to Y/N. He smiled just as proudly as he had the day Mattie came into our lives. Then I knew what we’d always said was true.

It didn’t matter who was her father, she was still our daughter.

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Demons - The Rewrite

Chapter 18: Tell Me Why The Fuck I Feel So Empty

TW: suicide attempt

“Stevie. I need you, I know you’re mad at me and I don't deserve your help but please. Please, Stevie.”

Except Steve didn’t answer his phone, hadn’t been home or just ignored it so I left a sobbing message instead. I’d been alone for weeks after Billy punched Steve’s face in. Weeks since I had thrown myself over Steve to protect him from Billy’s wrath and taken a punch to the back. The deep purple bruise had barely started fading, the sharp pain every time I moved a stark reminder of what had happened.

"Please pick up."

After Billy had left I couldn’t stop sobbing, my chest heaving as I curled around Steve’s shoulders. Steve’s lean arms wrapped around me with a groan and held me until I calmed down a bit. Then I’d helped him off the floor, biting my lip to stop the cry of pain from moving and led him to the bathroom to carefully wash the blood off his face. He sat on the edge of the tub, hissing and wincing while I tried to clean him up but saying nothing.

"I'm so sorry...I just need you to know that."

When I cleaned all the blood off him that I could I turned to the sink to wash out the cloth, eyeing Steve in the mirror.

“I think you should go,” he’d finally ground out.

“Steve, you might need a hospital. Your nose..you could have a concussion..”

He didn’t look up from the floor, just clenched his fists against his legs, “just. Go home, Cat. Please.”

He didn’t moved while I packed up my stuff, grabbed Rocky and left. He just sat silently in the bathroom. I’d been by myself after that, Billy and Steve both avoiding me, unwilling to talk about what happened.

"Love you, Stevie."

I just wanted to feel something, anything, or maybe it was that I wanted it to stop.

The all consuming emptiness.

That’s how I ended up laying on my bathroom floor, blood pooling across the floor from my arms. I’m so cold, I can’t stop shivering even with a belly full of burning alcohol. It burned like fire in my gut but my body is so fucking cold.

I can hear the phone ringing next to me, but it seemed like a dream.

Far away, unattainable.

I heard Steve calling me, his panicked voice muffled.

Buried under all the other voices screeching at me.

Things came into focus when he burst into the bathroom, “oh fuck! Cat! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He panicked, stumbling across the floor to grab at my bleeding arms.

His hands flew to my face, shakily smearing blood across my cheek.

It's so warm.

“Look at me, can you hear me? I got you, it’s okay.”

Steve grabbed my shoulders, pulled me up to lean against the side of the tub and grabbed towels from the cupboard to wrap around my arms. I couldn’t look at anything but the growing red spots on Steve’s knees.

“Oh god, come on, Cat. Look at me, please. You’re okay, I got you, I’m here.”

I tried to look at him but it was hard to see past the tears in my eyes.

“Stevie,” I cried, words slurring, “I’m sorry. I...I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. Don’t be sorry,” he grit his teeth, his jaw clenching as he looked at me. “I’m sorry, I was so fucking mad and hurt and…I shouldn’t…” hot tears poured down his cheeks, “you probably need stitches," he murmured, trying to stand up.

“No, Stevie, please,” I pleaded, gripping him tight, "please. You can't."

Don't leave me.

Not yet.

Steve stared at me for a moment, sighed and turned to grab the first aid kit from under the sink, clenching his jaw tight. With shaking fingers, he placed a bunch of my thick white bandages over my arms and wrapped them tightly, cursing under his breath the whole time. After finishing the bandages, Steve turned and grabbed a cloth to wipe the blood off of us while I sat still, quiet tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Jesus, you’re so damn cold,” he hissed, hand on my clammy skin.

His fingers were so warm on my face. Left scorching trails behind when he took them away.

Steve scooped me up effortlessly and walked to my room, setting me on my bed before rummaging through my clothes to find a hoodie and sweatpants. Gingerly, he helped me pull off my bloody clothes and took the opportunity to look at the bruise on my back, gritting his teeth as he ran his thumb over the purple spreading across my ribs.

“That fucker..”

“Steve,” I whispered, “it was an accident.”

The bruise. My phone call.

Everything.

He pressed lightly around the edges of the bruise, making me hiss and flinch away from his touch, “is anything broken?”

I shook my head, “don’t know.”

He huffed and helped dress me in the clothes he’d grabbed and put me in bed, covering me with the thick comforter.

“I’ll be right back, don't move."

I could hear him go to the bathroom, could hear him choking on tears while cleaning up the blood. Heard towels and clothes being thrown into the washing machine, the lid slamming shut. Heard muffled crying as Steve walked around the house before returning in his boxers with a glass of juice, helping me to sit against my headboard before handing it to me.

“Here. The sugar will help. You’re probably going to feel like shit for a couple days though.”

His glassy, bruised eyes burned into me as he watched me sip. The dark purple splotches that spread from his nose around his eyes that Billy had put there accentuated how tired he looked, like he hadn’t slept in days.

“You’ve lost control,” he sat next to me on the bed, deflating.

“Stevie-”

“No. Cat, I can’t, I can’t fucking do this anymore. What will I do if you kill yourself? I don’t want to go to my best friend’s fucking funeral."

My chest felt empty, raw like my heart had been ripped out, I’d felt that way for days. Like I was just an empty shell walking around. But I could feel the guilt stab through me like a hot knife, my chin wavering as a new wave of tears streamed down my face.

Steve's POV

“No. Cat, I can’t, I can’t fucking do this anymore. What will I do if you kill yourself? I don’t want to go to my best friend’s fucking funeral."

She was quiet, her chin wobbling a little when I glanced over.

I can't.

Can't go to her fucking funeral.

Can't see her lying still in a pine box, makeup caked thick to hide the discoloration of her skin. Painted to look asleep. Flowers everywhere to hide the smell of being sucked dry and pumped full of chemicals.

A room full of tear streaked faces and broken hearts.

I can't.

"Can you fucking say something?!" I snapped.

"What do you want me to say?"

That you'll get better. That we'll be happy.

That you love me.

"That you'll try."

She sniffed and shrugged, "I can't."

I scoffed and stood up off the bed, "you can't even give me that? Do you realize how much this hurts me? To see you trying to kill yourself? How can you keep doing that to me and not care?"

Cat's eyes snapped to meet mine, embers burning when she spat acid, "oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize how much my issues affected you."

"Really? You're getting mad at me right now? Do you not realize how this feels for me?"

"God!" She screamed, "I don't care! Not everything is about you, Steve!"

"No! Everything is about you! My whole fucking life revolves around you now! Keeping you alive! That's on me! That's on my fucking shoulders, Cat!"

"I didn't ask you to! If it's so bad, just let me die!" She stood and tried to push me backwards out of her room, eyes feral as she raged, "I don't need you, I don't want you here! Nobody wants you! Just get out!"

I stumbled out of her doorframe, words dying on the tip of my tongue.

Nobody wants you.

The words that echoed when things got too quiet.

The words I tried so hard to bury.

A harsh truth. My parents don't want me, Nancy doesn't want me, others only want my title.

Nobody wants me.

"I'm done. Don't fucking call me again," I growled as I turned to leave.

I left her there, alone, even though everything in me was screaming not to go.

I'd spent more nights wrapped around her then I spent by myself. It was strange to sleep alone again. My sleep was restless and filled with nightmares.

Nightmares where I was running through a sea of people, struggling to break free of them. Where I knew Cat was in danger but I could never find her until it started raining. Cold water poured from the sky, dissolving the people I'd been pushing through until I was face to face with Cat.

"Why didn't you save me?" She'd cry.

The rain turned to acidic blood, burning me and staining her skin as I watched her shrinking before my eyes. Skin stretched tight over jutting bones until it burst, leaving jagged rips in her skin.

"Why didn't you save me?" She'd cry again.

"I'm trying!" I'd scream.

But she always dissolved into ash, floating away into nothing.

Other nightmares where I was walking on a beach, surrounded by eery silence even though waves crashed angrily next to me. The moonlight cast a silver shine off the top of the water but there still wasn't enough light for me to see further than what was right in front of me. And then a flash of lightning and suddenly, I could hear everything. The roar of the water, the sand sliding under my feet, a mournful siren wailing in the distance, it was too much, too loud to think. I was running, feet sinking deep into the sand, running as fast as I could but going nowhere. Then another flash of lightning and everything settled. Crashing waves stilled, frozen in the air. The wailing didn't stop though, just became quieter and more haunting. My feet were stuck in the sand when I saw her, washed up on the beach. Cat's pale skin had started to turn blue. I struggled, trying to get to her, but the more I fought, the deeper I sunk in the sand. I tried to claw my way out, desperate to save her, but my arms were swallowed up. The sand consumed me until my head was barely above it and I couldn't move anymore. Another flash of lightning and the waves came down on her, sweeping her away. In an instant, she was gone, carried off into the dark. My screaming only stopped when sand filled my mouth.

I started sleeping on the couch, with the TV playing. It was squishy and uncomfortable but the noise helped to keep the nightmares at bay a little bit. It also helped distract me when I jolted awake, made me feel less alone.

Billy’s POV

I had found Cat at Steve Harrington’s house and couldn’t stop myself from putting my fist through his face and, accidentally into her. I’d felt like absolute garbage after I heard her scream, felt her small bones give under my knuckles. I’d driven myself out to our spot in the forest and smoked and sobbed and shouted myself hoarse, trying to drown out the echo of her scream.

It hadn't worked.

When I returned home, Max had come and sat beside me in my room and waited for me to start talking.

“I found her,” I muttered, voice hoarse and scratchy.

“I thought you’d be happier about that.”

I huffed, “she was at Harrington’s, Max. Tommy called last night cause she needed a ride home and I couldn’t, couldn’t fucking go get her and she went home with fucking Harrington!”

Max winced when my voice raised, “but it's okay, right? You guys love each other.”

“Not anymore,” I grumbled, “there’s no coming back from what I did.”

Max looked at me and followed my eyes to my bruised knuckles, “Billy…what did you do?”

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sarcastically-defensive17 · 4 years

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Maybe a Penelope Garcia x reader where the reader creates the clothes that Garcia wears and they have flirty friendship but one day the reader offers a dress for free in exchange for a date? Or something along those lines? Would prefer a female reader but gender neutral is ok if you're more comfortable doing that :)

Seamstress - P. Garcia

Thank you so much for this request! I adore Penny! She’s such a ball of sunshine! So sorry it took so long, and I sincerely hope you enjoy this!

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

Penelope’s wardrobe was the most unique thing that anybody could observe. A dress of every colour of the rainbow. Cosplay outfits. Comfortable items for when she is lounging around. Day of the dead dresses. Halloween costumes. Christmas dresses. Valentine’s Day dresses. Dresses for every occasion.

Not only was Penelope unique in her dress, but she was also particular. All of her dresses were custom made, and all from the same hands. Garcia trusted nobody other than Y/F/N to make her dresses.

She stumbled upon a market stall a few years back, the dresses intricately decorated, and almost as beautiful as the woman working the stall. Penelope was enamored by both, purchasing as many dresses as she could at the time. Soon after, that same woman from the stall opened a store. The shop soon became a second home for Penelope, and she enjoyed being there as much as she did her favourite diner, or her office with her friends, or at home with her favourite things.

Now, there was a convention coming up. Penelope and Spencer planned for don cosplay outfits of reincarnations of Dr. Who, and Penelope only trusted Y/N to create the garment for her.

When she sent the reference image and the request, her message was answered with ‘anything for you, baby doll ; )’.

It had taken a week and a half for Y/N to work her magic, and she had promised to deliver the item to Penelope at the BAU. The squad were in Nevada on a case, and Penelope was stuck in her little bat cave until further notice. Y/N was more than happy to deliver.

When Y/N arrived, she held the carefully wrapped dress box in her hands. She followed the instructions that Penelope had texted to her, budding with excitement at seeing her favourite customer and nerves. Penelope has that affect on her. She was unique and kind and funny and an amazing support. She had helped Y/N get her start and build her confidence as a seamstress, and Y/N was falling for the adorable blonde.

When she came upon the door labeled ‘Garcia’ she paused. She exhaled a breath through her neatly painted lips and rapped on the door our times.

A cute “come in,” answered that action and Y/N was opening the door before she could gather her courage.

“Well, well, well, this room is almost as adorable as you are,” Y/N quipped, taking in the small office. There were many little figurines and squishy items on the desk, a perfect representation of the blonde woman’s personality. She also took notice of how Penelope was wearing one of the first dresses she had requested to be made. The sight made her heart swell.

“Honey, you know how to make a girl blush,” Penelope turned around in her chair, her mind immediately turning to anything except the phone call with Derek that was currently happening.

“Not just any girl, only my favourite ones.” Y/N couldn’t resist the wink that she let slip, placing the box delicately on the desk and gesturing to it. “A dress, requested for the soon to be best looking eleventh doctor known to humankind. I hope it does you justice, gorgeous.”

Penelope made quick work of the box, nearly drooling over the seam work and the pure quality of the garment. She couldn’t hold back throwing her arms around the woman and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“You,” Penelope pointed a finger once she stepped back, observing the item once again. “You are spectacular, Y/N.”

“Honey, you know how to make a girl blush,” she drawled, smirking at Garcia. “I’m glad you like it. I wanted it to be perfect for you.”

“What do I owe you for it, Y/N? This is worth all of the money I have right now.”

Y/N knew her cue, she raised her hand slightly. “It’s free, in exchange for dinner?”

Penelope blushed finally, looking back at Y/N from the box. She almost smiled at the nervous expression plastered on the seamstresses’ face.

“Y/F/N, are you asking me on a date?” Penelope smirked, stepping slightly closer to the woman.

“I am if you’re accepting,” she grinned, hopeful eyes watching Garcia.

“Well, I might have to accept and take you up on that offer. Tomorrow night?” Garcia was beaming.

“I’ll text you and we can work out a time,” Y/N’s smile matched, both women beaming with excitement.

They exchanged another smile before the Seamstress took her leave, throwing an excited smirk Penelope’s way before closing the door behind her.

Penelope couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face - that is, until she put her head set back on and heard the sing-song voice of Derek Morgan.

“Penny and Y/N, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-“

Penelope used her pen to end the call on the receiver, rolling her eyes at his antics.

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fangirl-ramblings · 5 years

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Pairing: Charles Smith x F!reader story

Summary: The story picks up just after Jack has been rescued from Angelo Bronte & the gang are celebrating the happy occasion - though not everybody in camp is in a mood to celebrate

Tags: Possible spoilers for the end of chapter 3 / part of chapter 4. A little bit angsty, a little bit nsfw, but then some fluff to lighten the mood

Notes: This is the first story I ever wrote for the RDR2 fandom and looking back on it...it's certainly is far from perfect, but I'm still proud I took the leap to share it with you all. Hope you enjoy

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Sweet Dreams

The seats around the campfire were starting to fill up fast, so you sat on the ground next to Javier, as he started to play his guitar.

Shit, poor Sean – shot dead in the middle of Rhodes. You weren’t there of course, but you’d walked past Arthur’s tent one day and saw he’d left his journal open on his bed. Curiosity had gotten the better of you so you wandered over, but as you approached, you wish you hadn’t – the sketch Arthur had drew showing the young Irish lad’s split skull had haunted you for the last couple of weeks every time you closed your eyes.

You reopened them only when you felt somebody nudge you with their leg and you looked up to see Arthur standing next you with a drink in each hand

You looked around at all the smiling faces around the campfire and try to think when was last time everybody was so happy & carefree; it decided it probably wasn’t since Sean was rescued from bounty hunters a couple of months ago.

“You okay y/n? “ he asked handing one of the bottles to you

“Yeah, I think so” you answered before taking a long sip “suppose I’m just tired”

“Already the party’s just begun?!” he laughed as he walked off to check on everybody else.

The truth was a bit more complicated than that, and you were finding it had to paint on a smile & pretend everything was okay, especially when you were sat in front of the scene that hurt you the most.

You watched as Abigail cuddles Jack, as if she’s never going to let him go again, before you turn your attention towards Hosea & John. Both wearing wide grins as the older man gives John a pat on the back.

You had known eventually it would come to this; when you have somebody like Hosea, a master of charm, gently persuading John to do the right thing by his son, it would be only a matter of time before John listened to his head instead of heart. Yet you always had held out hope that one day the two of you could still run off into the sunset, perhaps far away so there’d be no going back this time.

But now that last fleeting moment of hope had suddenly vanished as saw John follow Abigail & Jack over to Pearson’s wagon and actually make pleasant conversation with her.

“Ay, Ay, Ay , ay canta y no llores, ay, ay ay ay” You try to join in alongside everybody else, but you’re too distracted. It was a small moment, over in a split second but you saw it, Abigail had turned to John & touched him lightly on the arm and for the first time since you returned to camp you noticed he didn’t flinch or scowl at her – in fact he placed a gentle hand on her back as she rose with the boy. You closed your eyes again and this was now the image plastered in your mind. The Marstons looking like a proper happy family

“Ay, Ay, Ay , ay canta y no llores, ay, ay ay ay” the words rang in your ears. You spoke no Spanish, but when you heard Javier sing it for the very first time, you felt moved by the song and has asked him what did mean

“Sing and don’t cry” he had explained, but right now you felt like the opposite so you downed the rest of your bottle and stood up & excused yourself from the group

From here you could still listen to the events of camp – right now you could just about hear Dutch speaking to Arthur about Tahiti - but you were far enough away to left alone in your thoughts, not that you really wanted to go down that dark path.

You’d been sitting there for no more than five minutes, sobbing gently and taking swigs of alcohol, when you heard footsteps approach and then stop right behind you. You wiped your cheeks & turned your head around to see a shadowy figure topped with a white hat looking at down at you

Walking into your room on the ground floor of the house, you located your satchel and rummaged about before finding exactly what you were looking for – a bottle of gin. Taking the stopper out with your teeth, you opened the back door and sat down on the quiet patch of grass.

“Can I help you Mr. Bell?” you asked

He had piqued your interest

“How so?” you replied arching an eyebrow

“I was thinking more along the lines of I could help you Miss (l/n)?” he drawled

“Tsk, I’d rather go swimming with the alligators if it’s all the same to you” you replied before turning back round to finish off your drink

“I doubt the alligators would go anywhere near you stuck-up frigid bitch” he huffed marching back towards his tent.

“A pretty girl such as yourself, upset and by sitting on her lonesome – I thought maybe I could introduce you to a friend of mine. A real good friend who’d know how to make you moan in ecstasy rather than misery” he responded pointing to his crotch

After emptying the contents of the bottle down your throat, you were starting to feel a bit light headed, so you closed eyes once more and leaned back onto the ground. You could hear the voices from the other side of camp getting louder by the minute; a few rowdy songs being sung by Karen, Uncle & Grimshaw accompanied by Javier, Arthur drunkenly greeting everybody in his path and laughing at himself whenever he shouted Lenny’s name and Molly having a go at Dutch yet again.

Frustrated that you couldn’t just fall into a drunken stupor, you clenched your fists & pounded them into the ground �� though it took you a few seconds to work out why the ground felt soft & squishy & had made an “Ow” sound

“Sorry, Charles” you slurred

You opened one eye and saw Charles crouched over rubbing his foot

“It’s okay Miss (l/n). It’s my fault that I didn’t see you down there”

“Are you okay?” he leant over and helped you sit up, only for you to wobble again “Here lean on me” he told you as he sat next to you

You did as you were told and took it upon yourself to place your head onto his chest.

“Stop with the Miss (l/n) nonsense” you told him as you tried to prop yourself up on your elbows, only to fall back down into a fit of giggles “Ooops”

You could tell by looking at Charles that he had a strong frame, but you were stunned to feel how muscular his chest was and found yourself wondering what exactly was he hiding under his shirt

“Erm… you know that you just said that out loud” he blushed

“Did I? I don’t think I did”

He laughed at your drunken logic and thought it would be easier to just agree with you for the time being

“Anyway Miss (l/n) …” you cut him off

“(y/n), My name is (y/n)” you lifted yourself up to face him “You’ve known me for several months now Charles, you don’t need to be so formal with me all the time”

You smiled at him “That’s better” You found yourself focusing on his scars

“Sorry, *(y/n)*” He empathised saying your name as if it was something foreign to him “

“How did you get them?” you absent-mindedly ask as you traced them with your fingers. You feel him pull away slightly.

“Charles Smith” you sigh “a man who says so much by saying so little” He looks at you with bemusement and you stare back in his deep dark eyes, “but then again why do you need to say anything when you can let actions speak louder than words”

“That’s a story for another day” he teased

You found you gaze was now focused on his mouth & you started moving slowly towards him. You gently placed your lips on his and was pleasantly surprised to feel him kiss you back. Without breaking you straddled his lap and draped your hands around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist whilst you both continue to explore each others mouths.

“Not like this” he shook his head “I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re drunk”

You decided this wasn’t enough, so you moved your hands over his chest, working your way down slowly taking in the contours of his body. As you you finally reach the top of his trousers and started to unbuckle his belt, you found his hands over yours moving them away. You looked back at him with a confused look

“Trust me I want this” you plead, moving your hands back towards his area

“I want this too.” He lifted you off him and stood up. The sizeable bulge in his pants agreed with what he was saying. “But I don’t want either of us waking up in the morning filled with regret”

He took hold of your hands and helped you stand up. You was still a bit wobbly, but that passionate kiss had sobered up you enough that you could walk, even it had made your legs turn to jelly. He placed an arm around your waist and helped guide you back to your room.

As you entered, you looked around and saw that none of the other girls had retired for the night yet, so it was just you & Charles standing there. He helped lower you onto the couch you were calling a bed and you leaned forward and pulled his shirt closer to you so you could kiss him again. He lingered for a few seconds before stroking your cheek and kissing your forehead

“Goodnight (y/n). Sweet dreams”

“Goodnight” you blissfully responded as you lay back down.

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You closed your eyes and for the first time in several weeks you did indeed have sweet dreams

A follow up to this story can be found here

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #charles smith x reader #a hint of john marston x reader #red dead fandom #rdr2 fanfic #fangirl writes #micah bell

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October Prompts - 16th

Prompt - Vanished

The cock had not yet crowed when the door creaked open.

Jochebed was already tending the morning fire but turned, squinting in the half-light that came before dawn. “Who’s there?”

A woman slipped in, closing the door behind her. “I’m here to help.”

“Help?” Jochebed echoed, frowning. “What help could I need?”

The woman hurried across the floor, crouching down beside her. “He can’t be hidden here anymore.”

Hidden. The world swayed around her and Jochebed sagged back to sit on the floor, her eyes turning automatically to the basket that concealed her youngest son. For three months, she had kept him there, muffling his cries in a nest of blankets, hushing him with milk and drops of honey wine, praying and praying for a miracle that he would escape their attention and his tiny body would not join their kin in the river.

“How did you know?” she whispered.

The woman reached out, catching her hands. “You were heard, daughter of Levi.” By the light of the fire, her eyes shone like fresh honey, her hair the colour of burnished flame, and around her, there seemed to be the shadow of wings and the glitter of a thousand shimmering eyes.

Jochebed shrank back in awe and fear. “He will live?”

The woman – if she was even a woman at all – smiled. “He will, if you will trust me.”

How could she refuse?

“What must I do?”

The woman’s grip tightened on her hands. “Bring him to the river.”

Jochebed tried to wrench her hands free. No. Not to the river. Not where they had watched as hundreds and thousands of small, helpless bodies were cast into the roiling currents and swept away, consumed by the beasts of the waterway, some of them still screaming.

“Not there,” she pleaded, tears spilling down her face at the memory, at the thought of her son being cast into those depths. “They– he will die there.”

The woman leaned closer, lifting her hand to brush the tears from Jochebed’s face. “No,” she said, so gently and kindly that fresh tears rose in Jochebed’s eyes. “He won’t. I’ll take care of him.”

Her hands were trembling, but she folded them in her lap and lowered her head. “What must I do?”

The woman smiled. “A basket,” she said. “Prepare it to withstand the waters. In two days, I will come for you. You must be ready. Do you understand?”

Jochebed glanced over towards the baby’s hiding place. It was a strong basket woven of reeds and sturdy sticks, but would not withstand water. But there were ways and means to make it so. “Two days,” she agreed with a nod.

The woman rocked forwards, cupping Jochebed’s face between her thin hands, and pressed her lips to Jochebed’s brow. As she drew back, Jochebed felt the whisper of a prayer, of a blessing, against her skin, a thrill of wonder running through her.

“Two days,” she reminded her. “Be ready before the cock’s crow.”

“Before the cock’s crow,” Jochebed echoed. “Yes.”

And like a shadow, the woman crossed the floor to the door and was gone.

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Miriam clung to her ima’s hand as they hurried through the winding streets, following the strange lady in the dark veil. Ima was breathing hard. She was carrying a big basket, painted all over with black stuff and slime, but she was walking as quickly as she could.

“Where are we going, ima?”

“Hush,” her ima said softly. “We are taking your brother somewhere safe.”

Miriam nodded, running along beside her.

She had heard the other women crying together in the night, when ima thought she was asleep, and some of her friends who once had little brother and sisters too didn’t have them anymore. People had taken them away, they said. Taken them and thrown them in the water. The bad people.

The strange lady waited for them at the end of each street, between the houses. All the doors were closed and all the houses were quiet. It was still dark and the moon wasn’t out, but the lady was holding a light in her hand, leading the way. The light made funny shadows all around her. She almost looked like a bird with shadows like big wings behind her.

When Miriam looked at her, the lady smiled and put a finger to her lips, then hurried on.

They came out from the houses and into the fields beside the river.

“Ima…” Miriam whispered, grabbing her ima’s robe. The bad people put the babies in the water. This wasn’t a safe place. This was where all the bad things happened and made all the other mothers cry and scream in the night.

The lady was still walking a long way ahead, but she stopped as if she heard Miriam’s voice. She turned, standing in the sticky mud, and looked back at them. The light wasn’t just from her hand anymore. The shadows weren’t just shadows anymore.

Miriam clung to her ima, trembling. “Don’t go with her, ima.”

“We must, Miriam,” Ima said. “She will protect him.”

They followed. Miriam didn’t let go of her ima’s robe. The mud was cold and squishy and wet between her toes and the river was dark and shiny. The lady was standing by the water’s edge, stars all over her. Miriam stared hard. She could see through her, like she wasn’t even there at all.

“What shall we do?” Miriam’s ima asked, still whispering even though there was no one else to hear.

The lady looked back at her. “Say your farewells, daughter of Levi,” she said softly, “but it will not be a long parting.”

Miriam stepped back as her ima knelt down and opened the basket. Her brother was in there, but whatever Ima had to say was for him. She hugged her skinny arms around her middle, cold and shaky and sad.

“It’s all right,” the lady said softly, coming over to her. She crouched down close beside her. “I won’t let anyone hurt him.”

Miriam stared at her, then hesitantly reached out and pulled on a long curl of shiny red hair that had sneaked out from under the lady’s veil. It was warm and soft and the lady laughed.

“I can see through you,” Miriam said, staring at the curl in her hand. “But I can touch you.”

“You can,” the lady agreed and behind her, big black wings like an ibis shifted. Miriam could hear the rustle of the feathers. She lifted her hand and took Miriam’s. “And I have a very important job for you to do.”

“Me?”

The lady nodded. “I’m going to take your brother somewhere safe. We will go through the river, but you must follow along on the bank.”

“Why?”

She leaned closer and whispered to Miriam. “I think your mother would be happy to know he’s safe, wouldn’t she?” Miriam nodded. “So you can watch and make sure of it for her.” She squeezed Miriam’s hand gently. “And you can see he’s safe too.”

Miriam nodded, relieved.

The lady gave her a big smile, then stood up again. “It’s time, Jochebed.”

Ima was crying as she laid the baby back in the basket and put the lid onto it.

The lady walked down into the shiny black waters and didn’t even make a sound. She turned there and held up her hands for the basket. “I’ll protect him,” she said, lowering the basket onto the water. “I promise you.”

Ima reached down to hold Miriam’s shoulder. Her fingers pinched hard. “I know.”

The lady pulled her veil close around her face and walked out into the water, until there was nothing left but the ripples.

“I have to follow, Ima,” Miriam said, looking up. “She said I have to follow.”

Ima nodded, letting her go, and Miriam ran as fast as she could. The rushes and reeds swiped at her legs and the mud squelched under her feet, but she followed the dark swirls and ripples and as the sun crept up the world turned shiny and gold, she could see the basket slipping and sliding down the river and even though she couldn’t see the lady, Miriam knew she was still there.

Her feet were hurting and she was very tired when the basket finally swirled up towards the shore. There was a big house, much bigger than the mud-brick houses of Goshen, with white stone and tall sticks of stone holding up a high, high roof.

An Egyptian woman was sitting on steps beside the water and her friends were helping her to get washed, pouring water on her from pots. One of them saw the basket and screamed, but the sitting woman looked, then splashed down into the water towards it.

When she opened it, she smiled and Miriam’s heart went a little bit faster as she picked the baby up and cuddled Miriam’s brother. He was hungry and crying quietly. It had been a long long ride in the basket.

“Do we have a wet nurse?” the woman said, turning to her friends. “He’s hungry.”

At once, Miriam understood why she was meant to be there and she ran, splashing all the way, towards the woman. “I know someone who can help you!” she cried out. “There’s a lady I know who had a baby, but she doesn’t have one anymore and she… she can give you milk!”

The Egyptian’s eyes were bright and happy. “Wonderful! Can you bring her to me?”

Miriam nodded, sore feet and tired almost forgotten. “I can! I’ll be as quick as I can be!” She splashed back off through the water and in the bulrushes, she saw their friend with the dark veil. Miriam hurried to her, beaming. “You said he would be safe!”

“I did,” the lady said, crouching down. “Do you think you can fetch your ima?”

Miriam nodded, then threw herself forward to hug the lady. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for looking after my brother.”

The lady was very still for a minute, then very carefully hugged her. “You’re welcome, little one.” She pushed Miriam back a step then bowed her head and kissed Miriam on the forehead and it was like all of the tired and sore and hungry vanished into nothing. “Now run! Run as fast as you can!”

Miriam laughed and threw herself onwards. When she looked back, the lady covered in starlight had vanished.

#fic: inverse omens #october prompts #angel crowley

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