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#we decided to insert them into that universe and i really liked it

ghostkit · 2 months

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Introducing my little rp character I developed with the help of a friend:

Mavros! (Human name Maverick)

They’re one of three soul-bounded servants to a hell-born… Dragon-ish entity called Vero: Aspros, a recently “fallen” angel who handles diplomatic things for her, Faios, a demon whose meant to wrangle her and act as her spokesperson if she needs to communicate with people herself, and Mavros, a human sinner who handles her dirty work as her bodyguard/hitman.

Each of the three inherited a fraction of her strength/mind with their contracts. Mavros holds more of her physical strength to kill things better, thus the dragon-ish features they have. They’re basically a guard dog for her, always on alert and ready to jump into action if Vero commands them to.

I’ll post some things about Aspros too, and maybe about Faios and Vero if my friend is cool with it! Lmk if you want to see more of them hehe

#hazbin hotel oc #hazbin oc #original character #hazbin sona #hazbin art #these characters have actually existed for a while but since we watched hazbin for a while #we decided to insert them into that universe and i really liked it #so here they are!#mavros

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xcrust · 3 months

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Now in Technicolor

Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss x Reader Insert

“Tune in folks! demons and damned souls, welcome back to the sultry airwaves of Hell's very own station. I must say, dear listeners, Hell has a certain charm, doesn't it? A cacophony of screams, the crackle of flames, and the subtle whispers of secrets that linger in the shadows. It's a splendid orchestra of despair, and I am here to be your guide through the infernal playlist”

You expected the man to be insane but you didn't expect him to be so unshameful.

“So, grab a pitchfork, kick back, and let the music of the damned serenade your darkened souls! Now let's talk about my latest massacre-”

As of the moment you're not actually with him. Though him doing his broadcast that reigns in all of hell almost feels like he's still beside you all along. As your point of freedom away from your family you decided it was best to get to know hell from the very people that walked the streets.

Since he began taking you under his wing, you decided to stay with him till you find your place to settle down.

You were an early riser so the radio was not really a bother. The weird universal agreement to decide night and day here is such a fascination to you. Nevertheless being hell meant there was never a time without someone awake causing chaos. The game plan of working your way up the charts is what your dad always said while growing up, "Don't take shit from other demons”. Starting with that is to gain a more hopeful advantage in knowing the people.

“Watch this!” a really grimy voice screamed out. Looking that way you could see a few imps running around gathering people's attention.

One taller than the average imp stood with horns adorned in flickering embers, cackling with glee as he addressed his chaotic minions. "Listen up, you fiendish crap! I think it's time to start a new and take back what should be rightfully ours”

In the heart of pentagram city, the joy that you get from seeing the disaster is always so fulfilling. You may be new to these parts but boy does it give you a rush.

A sleek abyssal demon slinked through the crowd, leaving a trail of illusions in its wake. The demon could not only morph into various grotesque forms but the path that it was leaving behind was startling and amusing onlookers. As it danced between the dimensions of reality and illusion, confused demons stumbled into each other, inadvertently causing a chain reaction of minor skirmishes and squabbles. But what you didn't expect was for him to come up to you.

“They do this every week, by now it should get through their heads no one is going to listen” His voice was deep. It was such a buttery kind of smooth.

“I don't know there seems to be a crowd starting” with a smile you look up at him to see an amused look on his face.

The scene in front of you did intrigue you a lot. The bottom of the food chain in hell trying to make a voice for themselves. Their treatment is a peculiar mix of disdain and indifference. Larger demons may kick an imp out of the way without a second thought or summon them with a snap of their fingers for trivial purposes. Imps are often subjected to the capricious whims of their more powerful counterparts, enduring cruel pranks and occasional bouts of aggression.

Though you never thought that, though treated as the lowest rung of the demonic hierarchy, imps often find themselves at the mercy of their more powerful counterparts. They serve as the labor force, taking on a myriad of roles and responsibilities that range from menial tasks to dangerous assignments. Whether it's cleaning the twisted architecture of demonic structures or scurrying about as messengers delivering missives between the higher-ups, imps are ubiquitous fixtures in the daily hustle of Hell

“The pride ring is the top show in these parts and what do we get?! We get booted to the side and have to deal with the hypocrisy of these stupid standards!!” Those who spoke up before started chanting about rights for imps.

Certainly something that you would stand behind. Maybe it's a closed minded thought process but what was the point of souls from earth having more respect than the ones from here?

The heartbreaking sight was to see them run out. Demons of all kinds were starting to riot against them. In the face of adversity, the mischievous imps vowed to continue their antics, proving that even the smallest creatures could leave an indelible mark on the tumultuous canvas of Hell The Hellraisers disappear into the chaotic crowd, leaving a trail of bewildered demons and a street strewn with toppled stalls. with mayhem reigning supreme in the darkened streets.

“It's stupid and kinda sad to watch” The man stood beside you huffing out.

“Aren't you a hypocrite, you're an earthborn yourself aren't you?” the ego that these people have never stops amazing you everyday.

“Yeah… just because I'm here doesn't mean I'm set in stone as a bad person… Though looking at you, I'd guess you're like myself but you look almost a little too perfect for a human” crossing his arms he looked at you.

“That's because im-! You know who you are anyways dickbag” This guy was seriously putting you off. Comparing you to whatever those disappointments are.

“Pump the hate breaks… I'm Walter by the way.. Since you asked." The cadence of his voice was so politician based that it could lead you to go insane.

As the chaos unfolded around you, Walter's nonchalant demeanor seemed to contrast sharply with the tumultuous scene. The imps' attempts to rally for their rights had escalated into a full-blown street brawl, with demons of varying sizes and shapes joining the fray. The air resonated with shouts, roars, and the occasional yelp from an imp caught in the crossfire.

"Quite the spectacle they're putting on, isn't it?" Walter questions raising an eyebrow

You observed the chaos with a mix of fascination and concern. The imps were outnumbered and outmatched, yet their resilience and determination to stand up against the status quo intrigued you.

"Yeah, it is," you replied, eyes still fixed on the scene. "Seems like they're fed up with being pushed around."

Walter chuckled, a dry sound that echoed through the cacophony. "Oh, they've been trying to make a statement for ages. It's almost cute."

"Cute?" You shot him a disapproving look. "They're fighting for their rights. It's not cute; it's necessary."

Walter's gaze lingered on you for a moment before he shrugged, unimpressed. "Necessary, maybe. But in Hell, it's a matter of survival. Those little imps are just making noise in a world that won't listen."

The riot continued to escalate, with fiery projectiles, illusions, and general pandemonium swirling around. Amidst the chaos, a trio of larger demons emerged, their expressions twisted into malicious grins.

"Looks like the big guns are stepping in. This is where it gets interesting." you said while stepping back to not get caught in the crossfire. Values and morals aside, sometimes seeing stuff play out is widely more interesting than anything else. Fuck you sounded sadistic.

The trio of demons seemed to relish the opportunity to quash the imp uprising. With a wave of their hands, they conjured dark energy, sending shockwaves through the crowd of imps. You could see the smaller demons being tossed aside like ragdolls, their attempts at resistance quickly crushed.

You felt a surge of empathy for the imps, caught in a cycle of oppression and rebellion. However, Walter's detached demeanor left you conflicted. Was he merely observing the chaos, or did he revel in the anarchy that unfolded before him?

Leaning into you his dark haze felt almost suffocating. "Well, darling, what do you think? Will the imps triumph or become another forgotten footnote in Hell's sordid history?"

The question lingered in the air, emphasizing the harsh reality of Hell's hierarchy. The imps' plight seemed both desperate and valiant, a stark reminder that even in Hell, some fought for a semblance of dignity and recognition.

“Whatever, if this is just a game to you, I hope your luck runs out” you remark before heading out of the city center. Being around him made you miss the annoying voice of alastor.

Walking away from him was the easiest thing that you could do. His attempt to engage you in conversation, using terms like "darling" with a sly smile, only added to your growing irritation. It felt like he was mocking not only the imps but also your own principles and values.

The crimson glow of dawn began to seep through the curtains of Alastor's luxurious suite of his radio booth, signaling the end of another night's radio broadcast. The room, adorned with vintage furnishings and an air of refined chaos, bore witness to the aftermath of Alastor's nocturnal endeavors.

reclined in an opulent armchair, a contented smirk playing on his lips. The room still echoed with the faint whispers of his charismatic voice, which had reached every corner of Hell during the broadcast. The radio equipment, adorned with dials and adorned in a distinct retro aesthetic, hummed softly, now temporarily dormant.

Alastor found his thoughts occasionally drifting to the enigmatic (Y/n). a peculiar newcomer to Hell or at least to what he thinks. had managed to capture the attention of the radio demon in a way that he couldn't quite dismiss. The glimmers of defiance in (Y/n)'s gaze during their encounters had not gone unnoticed. Alastor, who revealed in the unexpected and the unconventional, found a peculiar satisfaction in the mystery that surrounded them. In Hell, where familiarity often bred contempt, the unknown was a rare and exhilarating novelty.

As the first rays of dawn bathed the room in a warm glow, Alastor's posture shifted. He rose from the chair, his movements graceful and deliberate. Despite the seemingly chaotic nature of his radio persona, there was an undeniable elegance to his every action.

Alastor pondered the significance of this newcomer's journey through the infernal landscape. Why could he feel such raw power? Though why is it that he is reminded of himself when thinking about them.

Walking over to a nearby table, Alastor poured himself a cup of tea. The delicate porcelain clinked softly against the saucer as he sipped the hot beverage. The tranquility of the moment contrasted with the lively chaos he had orchestrated just hours ago.

Thinking back to last night, With a casual flick of his wrist, when he summoned ethereal tendrils that danced like shadows in the night. These spectral appendages slithered through the air, reaching out to the trembling souls and ensnaring them in a web of malevolent energy. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp under his influence, distorting the surroundings into a nightmarish landscape.

Alastor's mind, ever calculating, reflected on the success of the night's broadcast. The intertwining melodies of jazz and hellish commentary had woven a tapestry of entertainment, capturing the attention of listeners from the lowliest imps to the loftiest demons. The echoes of laughter and applause lingered in his mind like a symphony of souls.

As the jazz tunes from a nearby record player filled the air, Alastor reclined in his chair, a sly grin playing on his lips. The prospect of weaving the reader into the ongoing narrative of Hell sparked a mischievous glint in his eyes. (Y/n), in their apparent defiance of the expected norms, had become a wild card in the devil's deck of amusement.

Getting up to Leisurely strolling through the lavish suite, Alastor glanced at a vintage record player. He selected a vinyl record, the soothing crackle of the needle finding its groove as the melodic tunes of an old jazz number filled the room. The music, a stark departure from the energetic chaos of his radio show, created an ambiance of refined tranquility.

From below his window he sees these peculiar picture shows from down below.

"My, my, attempting to disturb the delicate balance of my little corner of Hell? How utterly quaint.”

“Hey! I'm back! Damn, is it a lively scene out there,” you call out as you stride into your shared living space.

Alastor, reclining on a vintage armchair, smirks in response. "Ah, my dear (Y/n), chaos is the very essence of this delightful realm. One must learn to appreciate the symphony of suffering that plays around us."

"Yeah, well, it's just something that I'll make work in my hand,” you reply, taking a moment to glance around the eclectic decor of your hellish abode.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Alastor stands up abruptly. "I know you just got back, but we are going out!" His enthusiasm is palpable, and you can tell he has something interesting in mind.

“Wait, I think I had my share—” you try to speak out before being abruptly grabbed by the arm.

“Come on, my dear!” In a flash, you find yourself whisked out of the apartment, leaving behind the familiar surroundings for whatever adventure Alastor has in store.

"Alastor, where are we even going?" you asked, trying to keep up with his brisk pace. His usual grin widened, revealing a hint of mischief.

"Patience, my dear (Y/n). I have something intriguing to show you," Alastor replied, his voice carrying an air of secrecy.

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. "I thought it would be delightful to pay a visit to our esteemed TV demon. After all, shouldn't we take a look at all kinds of media?"

Before you could voice your reservations, Alastor pushed open the doors of the Vox Network headquarters, leading you into the opulent reception area. The robotic sentinels stood guard, and Vox's voice echoed through the room.

"Ah, Alastor! A pleasure to have you in the building! , What a delightful surprise," a booming voice echoed from the center of the room. Vox, the flamboyant TV demon, materialized in a cloud of static. His slick, metallic appearance glowed in an array of colors, and his screen-like face displayed a perpetually changing expression. his screen displaying a charismatic smile.

Vox extended a hand towards Alastor. the radio demon simply walked past to which earned a small glitch seen at the corner of his screen.

“Seems you've brought a pet?” The fact that no one knew who you were was starting to get on your nerves. Calling you a pet? Well that's something that will make you riot.

In the face of Vox's condescending remark, you felt a spark of irritation flicker within you. Alastor's dismissal of the TV demon's extended hand had left a peculiar glitch on Vox's screen, a subtle indication that the flamboyant host wasn't accustomed to being ignored.

"No one's anyone's pet," you retorted, asserting yourself in the opulent reception area. The robotic sentinels glanced in your direction, their mechanical eyes narrowing as if registering an unexpected anomaly.

Vox's screen shifted to an intrigued expression, the colors dancing in an erratic display. "Ah, a voice from the shadows! I must confess, I wasn't aware we had a new player in this delightful game."

Alastor, leaning against a holographic display, observed the unfolding interaction with a glint of amusement in his eyes. "She's no pet, Vox. Just someone with a taste for chaos and curiosity about your little empire."

Vox chuckled, the sound reverberating through the sleek surroundings. "Chaos and curiosity, my favorite combination! How intriguing! So, (Y/n), what brings you into our glamorous world today?"

You crossed your arms, a defiant gleam in your eyes. "I'm not here to be entertained or become anyone's spectacle if thats what youre thinking.”

Alastor stepped in “We just thought we'd see what all the fuss is about."

Vox's screen displayed a mix of amusement and curiosity. "A renegade spirit, I like it! But you're in the presence of yours truly and We don't do small things here. Let's skip the foreplay and get into it. How about a little deal? I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."

You eyed Vox skeptically, wary of the gleam in his screen. Alastor, seemingly unfazed, glanced at you with a sly grin. "Go on, (Y/n), entertain his offer. He has no power or specialty. We might find something amusing in his little game."

“Ok first fuck you alastor and no way in the seven rings would I join you I wouldnt join anyone” The prospect of dealing with Vox made your skin crawl, but the allure of navigating Hell's media empire intrigued you.

Vox's screen flickered with a mix of surprise and subtle annoyance as you firmly rejected his proposition. The colors on his metallic visage swirled in a display of shifting hues, mirroring the complex emotions running through the TV demon's circuits.

"Well, well, aren't you a feisty one, Are you sure about not joining anyone? You seem like a loyal dog to that freak" Vox mused

Your resolve remains unshaken, and you meet Vox's screen with a defiant gaze. "I don't need your offers, Vox. I'll find my own way through Hell's chaos."

Vox's laughter echoed through the opulent reception area, a mix of genuine amusement and an underlying sense of challenge. "Very well, (Y/n). Should you change your mind or seek a taste of the limelight, you know where to find me.”

What a bitch… At this point you were at your limit so you walked out to the side of the room to not entertain this conversation. The fucking nerve of these people. Even Alastor was being a little bit of a shit at the moment.

“There's a certain allure to the unknown, wouldn't you say?" Vox pondered aloud, his screen displaying a charismatic smile.

Alastor, still leaning against the holographic display, turned to you with a smirk. "Well done, my dear.”

Alastor's antlers grew as he stood before Vox, his crimson eyes piercing

"Ah, Vox, my dear fellow," Alastor began, his voice carrying a melodic tone laced with a subtle threat. "I hope you enjoyed the rejection dance my little friend here performed. Now, let's get one thing clear – I don't dance to anyone's tune, especially not yours. You might be the new shiny toy right now but people always come back to the original"

Vox's screen glitched momentarily, revealing a flicker of irritation.

"What's the meaning of this, Alastor?" Vox demanded, his voice losing some of its usual charisma and taking on a sharper edge. "You come here and start bitching at me about not joining me?! We've already established that”

“You underestimate the consequences of refusing me, Alastor," Vox hissed, his voice losing its previous charm entirely. "This will be my realm to control, and those who reject my advances often find themselves in a far less favorable position."

Alastor chuckled, the sound echoing in the extravagant reception area. "Consequences, Vox? I've faced worse in my time. Your attempts to control the narrative may work on the masses, but not on someone who knows the art of chaos."

As Alastor turned to leave, Vox seethed with frustration. The TV demon couldn't fathom being denied, and Alastor's rejection left a lingering tension in the air. Vox's screen displayed an animated storm of chaotic colors.

A surge of annoyance swept over you. Alastor's encouragement of Vox and his apparent amusement at the situation grated on the reader's nerves. The reader couldn't fathom why he enabled the TV demon's actions especially considering the TV demon's manipulative and self-serving nature. To make matters worse it really felt like he was making fun of you.

“Fuck off Alastor”

"(Y/n), this is Hell, and power here is earned through deals and influence. If you want to make your mark, you have to start making deals," Alastor advised in a tone that was both casual and instructional. His words resonated with a hint of amusement, as if he relished the idea of the reader navigating the treacherous landscape of Hell.

“I'm not some social experiment, why are you still here?” however, was taken aback by Alastor's nonchalant attitude toward the situation. The idea of making deals in exchange for souls seemed like a slippery slope, and the reader wasn't sure if they were ready to embrace such a cutthroat approach

“Embrace it, and you'll see just how intoxicating the taste of power can be." he replied

If they were to survive and thrive in Hell, understanding the art of making deals was a necessary skill. With a determined nod, they acknowledged Alastor's guidance.

"Alright, Alastor. Teach me the ropes. I might as well learn how to play this game if I'm going to survive in Hell," the reader conceded, a resolute glint in their eyes.

“Im staying with you, but if you even think about being an ass while other people are around you're going to be counting your last minutes”

“Doll, if you can barely stand up for yourself, I don't think I have anything to worry about,” he laughed out.

He's seriously pushing your buttons right now.

“As an overlord, you have dominion over a specific territory or domain within Hell. This grants you considerable authority and control over the demons and souls, you want that right? Power?” he asked.

All of a sudden you heard a loud bash of commotion coming from a group of demons that appeared to be fighting.

Pushing through the crowd, they discovered a group of demons surrounding none other than Walter.

One of the larger demons, a hulking figure with horns resembling twisted spires, look with disdain. "This fool thinks he can waltz into our territory and act like he owns the place."

Walter, bloodied but defiant, attempted to maintain his composure. "Now, now, gentlemen, there's no need for such hostility. Let's talk this out civilly."

The demons surrounding Walter scoffed at his attempts at diplomacy, clearly unimpressed. The reader couldn't help but feel a surge of annoyance at Walter's earlier arrogance.

"Perhaps, my dear (Y/n), we should let this play out. It's always entertaining to witness the ebb and flow of power dynamics in Hell," Alastor mused, his eyes glinting with a sinister delight.

"Come on! Do something about this!!, you can't just stand there and watch!" Walter's voice cracked with a mixture of pain and panic as he pleaded for help.

"My, my, Walter, seems like you've landed yourself in quite a bind. Who would have thought our charismatic friend would face such a predicament?" you said out loud

“please! I'm not cut out for this kind of roughing up!" Walter's words were desperate, his eyes pleading for intervention. The demons surrounding him laughed, reveling in his vulnerability

“Oh please you were such a bigshot earlier, get yourself out of this mess”

ignoring the demons' taunts, you whispered out a proposal which the smoked and leaned in closer to Walter and whispered the terms of the deal. The specifics echoed in the demonic air, forming an unspoken pact that hung heavy in the atmosphere.

"Deal," Walter agreed, relief washing over him as the terms were settled. The demons, though momentarily confused, soon found themselves turned to dust.

Alastor observed the scene with a raised brow, intrigued by the sudden turn of events. The reader's willingness to strike a deal for Walter's soul added a new layer of complexity

Looking back up to him and smiled, “is this what you wanted?”

As Alastor continued to observe the chaotic scene unfolding before him, a smirk played on his lips. The demons surrounding Walter, still reveling in the prospect of his impending downfall, were oblivious to the subtle yet profound shift in the power dynamics.

"Well, well, it seems you've decided to make a deal. How delightful!" Alastor chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. The atmosphere shifted, charged with an unspoken agreement between you and Walter.

“Now, now, gentlemen, let's not keep our eager audience waiting. After all, this is shaping up to be quite the dramatic performance,” Alastor commented looking at the rest of the demons that just fell dead, staring at the corpses with a dark amusement lacing his words. He leaned casually against a nearby demonic structure, his radio-like grin widening.

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syoddeye · 1 month

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reading recs

received an anon the other day that requested fic recs of all ratings, here's a big list of some of my favorites! definitely not exhaustive, definitely forgot people, and i am so sorry in advance for that. please mind the tags on these fics.

SNAFU by @adnauseum11

I've posted about SNAFU before. This is one of my comfort series. Excellent characterization of a retired John Price, navigating a relationship with one of his oldest friends.

Heavy Weighs the Crown by @sentientcave

Newer series, very yummy so far. I love Charlie's characterization of the 141 in this universe, and their writing is delectable.

Rugby AU by @sentientcave

Another banger from Charlie. Reader Ripper is also yummy. Something to snack on. To quote: "I don't know anything about Rugby tbh this is just vibes and thots. Something somethin elaborate rituals."

Nobody by @391780

My gateway fic into Nikto. Without giving anything away, every chapter sends me into a short spiral. The most recent chapters have done heinous (affectionate) things to my brain.

Ursa Major by @the-californicationist

Have you ever been to Alaska? Ever wanted to visit? Honestly, read this fic and let Cali transport you there. Her ability to set the scene and bring it to life is un-fucking-matched. Doc (Reader) is a smart, confident reader-insert that feels like a real person.

Binders and Boyfriends by @pfhwrittes

Trans 141 and Trans Reader supremacy. Another comfort series from the wonderful Parker. Everything listed here is wonderful, but I have a major soft spot for P's Gaz-centric works.

Housemate!Gaz by @pfhwrittes

First, in this house, we hate Reader's roommate. Second, we are Widget fans. Third, could you fucking imagine opening the door and your new roommate was Kyle motherfucking Garrick? I'd faint.

Call of The Jurassic by @stuffireadandenjoy

Another newer series that put me on the edge of my seat. When I first saw that Tats was giving us my favorite fellas and putting them in Jurassic Park, ooooooh, I knew we were going to be spoiled rotten.

Wrong Number Right Day by @stuffireadandenjoy

"Kyle gets a wrong number text but decides to be a little generous that day." Reader's living the dream. Text Kyle Garrick and get cash money for rent? Very excited for more of this.

Price of Pegging by @gemmahale

Pegging and John Price. I could stop there, but I won't. Gemma nails the depiction of a submissive Captain Price. She also captures the dynamic of a couple trying something new extremely well, that gave me some fluffy feelings.

All of Gemma’s WIPs by @gemmahale

I've had the absolute privilege to read some previews of Gemma's work and the WORK and the DETAIL and the CHARACTERS are chef's kiss. Delicious. It's so difficult to pick just one. I love the Feywilds. Useful Girl. Call of the Wild. Do yourself a favor and spend some time in the tags.

Offer Me His Hunger by @kaadaaan

Something about a 141-er and a single mom that's gonna do it for me every time. In Offer Me His Hunger, it's Johnny, and Reader has no idea what she's in for. Jesus Christ, Kadan writes one of my favorite Johnnys, and really nails that obsessive and calculating streak.

The Space in Between by @391780

You will laugh, you will cry, you will love and hate mafia boss!John Price. Reader crosses paths with John and the 141, and gets caught in their wake. Early writes some of the best Reader characters of all time, and this one's no different. This story will get under your skin so fast, in the best way.

The Arrangement by @391780

Speaking of Early, this is THE gateway drug to her work, in my humble opinion. One of the first COD fics I ever read and converted me into being a Price girlie. Sugar Daddy Price x a cute, smart, and fucking funny Reader. Also one of my favorite characterizations of Simon of all time.

Club 141 by @greatstormcat

BDSM and the 141 make a Sy very happy. Reader starts off with a fake ass dom and is quickly properly introduced to BDSM culture with the fellas. Really solid group dynamics. Make sure you read that Price x Ghost post for a good fucking time.

Lamb to the Slaughter by @ohbo-ohno

Probably one of my favorite Ghoap fics of all time. The way my jaw was on the floor for the majority of this should've sent me to the emergency room. It's brutal, it's horrifying, and fuck me running, I loved it, start to finish.

The Pit by @peachesofteal

First, the nightmare of getting into an accident in the winter. Second, having Ghost and Soap find you. Oh boy, The Pit is peak Ghoap manipulation. When I got to the end, I just sat in silence. Stunned. It was amazing.

Eyes Wide, Tongue Tied by tippytulip (if you're on here, pls lmk!)

Another early COD fic for me. A thrill ride with a whip-smart Reader AND it's set in the Midwest. Those are two ways into my heart. The relationship between Reader and Price isn't an easy one, and he gives her a dozen and a half reasons to dislike him. Another ride of a fic, with great action scenes and group dynamics.

Trapper, Keeper by @tinypandacakes

A König fic that makes me screech no less than ten times per chapter. Panda writes a fucking scary König and it blows my mind. So much of it is subtle and manipulative, with few outright (so far, it's ongoing!) examples. I get a knot in my stomach every time I read and I LOVE IT.

DOG by Danceofthesevenveils

Another König fic that features a pathetic loser König, who is also one of the scariest motherfuckers I've ever read. The use of text messages underscores the creepy vibes, and a great vehicle for the Reader x König dynamic early on.

Desire Paths by @ceilidho

Manipulative best friend Johnny, you are iconic to me. Ceilidh writes some of the best nasty Johnny fic out there, but Desire Paths has my heart. Another ending that had me gasping.

Take Me Home, Country Road by @ceilidho

Cowboy Price, take me awayyyyyy. A fantastic Western AU focused on a Reader with a secret and a Sheriff Price that'll make you sit up straighter. Ceilidh captures John's voice so clearly, I can hear it when I read. That porch scene is seared into my brain in the best way.

Tender is the Flesh by @crashtestbunny

Do you like scary Simon? Do you like feeling unsettling and turned on? *slams table* Do I have the fic for you! Connie's butcher!Simon makes my blood run both hot and cold. "Oh she’s a stunner." lives in my head rent free. Also the apron tie bit.

Pornstar!AU by @shotmrmiller

Warning, if you don't smoke, you might start after reading Toni's porn AU. I love this depiction of Ghost, his control and his care. AND there's a threesome bit with Ghost x Reader x Price. It's what dreams are made of.

#sy fic recs #fic recs #once again i will say the COD fandom is SPOILED FOR CHOICE #so much talent

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f4irys4n · 7 months

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dating yunho

jeong yunho x afab! reader

the before, during and nsfw sides of your relationship.

wc 1.3 k

before dating

pls before you get together, he'd have the biggest crush on you

and he'd be so awkward. he would not be able to hide it

every time you walk into the room. bright red.

it'd take a long time for him to gain the courage to even look you in the eye, because for a while he wouldn't be able to do anything but grin

i think he'd be the kind of guy to have a fully thought out plan to ask you out but then would opt out at the last second

he'd talked it all through with the other members a not so smart move to make sure he had the best plan possible just for you

i can imagine him buying you flowers on valentines day, a whole speech prepared but the second he knocks on your door and hears movement on the other side

he's gone.

he'd leave the flowers at the doorstep and bolt

and as soon as the boys found out, yunho wouldn't be able to live it down

i mean... he still doesn't

eventually he'd gain the courage to tell you

or more like wooyoung blurted it out one day completely oblivious to the fact that you were sitting right there

so the poor boy literally had zero choice but to address what was said

insert a deep conversation where yunho confesses to you after he storms off pouting because wooyoung outed him after promising he wouldn't

would definitely stutter

the kinda guy to constantly stress 'it's okay if you don't like me back it's just...' or 'we can stay friends, i just need to get this off my chest' despite it being deadly obvious you like him back

during dating

jump to present day and omg isnt he just so boyfriend material

constantly smothering you in hugs and kisses literally any chance he gets

whenever you’ve had a hard day at work or university, he’s definitely the kind of guy to run you a bath and try cook you dinner to help you relax as much as he can, or quickly run to the shop to get your favourite snacks and host a little movie night for the both of you.

dating him means you officially adopt all of his jumpers and hoodies, you literally have no choice. oh no, you were held against your will

seeing you in his clothes warms his heart

cooking dates!!!!

one of your first ever dates, he came around to your house and you both attempted to cook spaghetti

but it ended up basically being a good fight

you’d be mixing the sauce and he’d full on dip his fingers in it just to swipe it across your face whilst giggling to himself before running off

and instead of running after him like he'd expect, you just decided to grab and hand full of flour and launch it across the kitchen to reach him

he never really cooked before you, instant ramen and takeouts were his thing, but now cooking with you is his favourite things to do

when you first got together, it was a little hard due to living with 7 other boys, who were constantly about.

as much as you loved them as well i mean you're their friends having any alone time to do such simple things such as cuddle was difficult

and any time you did show affection to each other in front of the group, it'd be met with loud cheers or fake gipping from wooyoung

grabby hands when he wants to cuddle you.

whines every time you get out of bed and overdramatically begs you to come back because he's 'lonely' or going to 'freeze to death' without you.

wraps his hands around your waist whenever he gets the chance

he loves being close to you, no matter where

loves hearing you speak about your day, your interests, anything you've got planned or anything such. will position himself cross-legged and stare at you like you're the most ethereal being to ever walk upon the earth, taking in every last little thing you've said.

will constantly talk about his future with you

there's no doubt in my mind that he's a buy a house together, get married, and have kids/pets kind of man, and that doesn't change with you

and god, when he does move in with you, hell does he get excited

he'd get ecstatic over the basic things like brushing your teeth together, sharing a wardrobe, cooking all your meals together etc

if he's been up practicing all night, until early hours of the morning, he'll always run to the earliest opening coffee shop to pick something up for you because he knows you'll be getting up for work by the time he gets back

sometimes, if he's early enough, he'll even cook you breakfast so you don't have to

date nights every friday night unless his schedule like touring overlaps

and he lives for these nights

whether it be a stay in date, making heart shaped pizzas, or him taking you out to a fancy restaurant and admiring how stunning you look the entire time.

whenever he's on tour, he does nothing but phone or facetime you

they could all be practicing and yunho will be like 'guys! say hi to y/n' or 'y/n wants to watch us practice!!' and nothing makes him happier

like all relationships, you do get into small arguments

but you can genuinely say that neither of you have ever shouted at each other

despite yunho being scary when he's angry, he could never be like that towards you in his life

most arguments are usually about yunho overworking himself, and him denying it or the same situation but reversed. or just stupid things like yunho getting jealous over some person giving you a little too much attention for his liking.

even though he doesn't like to admit it he can get really jealous, it's not often but when he does it's so noticeable despite him trying to mask it

he pouts, rolls his eyes and makes small little off comments at whoever is causing him this jealousy and gets more touchy-feely than usual to make sure everyone knows that you're taken

brief nsfw

he's definitely a dom

there's absolutely no doubt about it

it just depends on his mood whether he wants to be hard or soft

so we've all seen his fingers, right?

well.. he can seriously put them to use and he loves watching you fall apart all over them because of him

hearing you whine and moan because of him. music to his ears

he loves nothing more than to have his ears filled with your pretty sounds

honestly.. it's an ego boost for him and he can't help but smirk the entire time he's making you squirm just because of his fingers

and you know what they say about men with big hands and feet? in mr jeong yunho's case, it's true. more than true.

size kink to the max!!!

i feel like this is a given with yunho, but it honestly makes him go wild. even if it's the smallest size difference, it'll still drive him crazy

he just loves manhandling you and towering over you

most of the time, he is on the softer side; peppering you in kisses, praising you, worshiping your body and treating you so well..

but then there's other times where he's not so friendly

hard dom yunho usually comes out when he's jealous and despite knowing you'd never, ever get with anyone else, it's satisfying to him that he was able to seal that in with the sounds of your moans

jealousy sex with yunho is something different

the dirty whispers in your ears, the tight gripping on your skin, the harsh spanking with a pleased look at the hand print on your ass cheek

watching you choke on his cock is one of his favourite sights

the way spit runs down your chin and how you struggle to take it all in your mouth, makes him twitch

nothing could turn him on more

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idk why this matters to me but in the last few months they've been acknowledging so many things I never ever thought they would. pinof and the touching. the phude multiple times. dapc slime (ok they had merch to sell for that one but still)

no but actually. phil literally said 'i thought we weren't acknowledging it' about the phude and now they just bring it up all the time.

pinof reacts... i still can't believe we're in a post pinof-reacts universe. how did that happen. i was changed permanently--like something shuffled in my dna when i got the notif for pinof reacts 1. this is not a physical reaction but a chemical one that cannot be undone. for something that was so... sacred. and integral. to their existence and history. pinof wasn't generally talked about unless it was pinof time. and even then it was 'it'll be up soon' or 'we just posted it' and then Never talked about outside of that. especially not the first one! we freak out about the We Know You Know in the newsletter but it's Always been like that with pinof 1. so to see them--new (& natural 🥺) hair for them both, in a house they bought and built together, in the first few months of giving the gaming channel a second chance--reflect on how it all began? absolutely devastating. and to lean into moments and discuss them in new ways. in territory previously not breached! the 'they're toUching'?!?!? the '11 hour fuck session'!?!? the '£9000 champagne'?!?!? like hey we're not supposed to talk about that, dan and phil might see!! shhh!! but they're the ones saying it!! absolutely wild.

in a way, it had to happen. especially with where we're at now (them literally selling merch of them holding hands). in order for them to move beyond that... mindset? i guess? that a lot of fans had, they had to defang it. i really see it as one of the biggest walls they've broken down in the way they communicate with us. the 'hey. it's okay. we've seen it. it's not a big deal. we will absolutely make fun of you for it though. but we're good.'

i'm just really curious whose idea it was. (lbr it was probably phil given dans not a react kinda guy. but i'd be lying if i said i didn't want to be in the room where it happened when they talked about actually doing it or not, and what it would mean) (big ad revenue thats for sure 🤣 get it kings)

i will never be able to get phil's 'they touched' out of my head and at this point i wouldn't want to. it's absolutely earned. and i guess it makes me a masochist to enjoy the psychic damage it inflicts on me, but such is life i suppose.

the crafts mention really surprised me! i had contemplated a few different scenarios in how they'd go about it, and i'll be honest i feel like they could've committed to the bit a little more but they're forgiven. like what about glitchy interstitials! cuts to the merch website. found footage inserted between sections! i recognize they don't want to 'scare' their usual audience wirh sudden cuts to intense/graphic content but my immersionnn. absolutely shattered by 'oh we have new merch now btw'. cmon boys you love to lie to us. say theres merch up but you dont know where it came from. just that we should buy it 👀 or idk, something clever. and i recognize i may sound like a spoilt brat bc i just got a 14 minute long masterpiece of an unexpected dapc revival, but my immersion. i mean i already bought the merch before they shilled it anyways so it didn't influence me regardless 🤣

ultimately we really are in a new era. even beyond just the revival. i think they're really finding their stride--not only in their content (evidenced by a semi-regular schedule) but also creatively, in doing what they want to do, how they want to do it, and truly not giving that much of a fuck anymore. and i'm really happy for them. phil talked a bit about this in his 'rating my icons' video, where he's kind of decided he doesn't care what people on twitter think, and how it's been good for him, and i think we're seeing that reflected in not only his content, but also the gaming channel. they play what they want. they say what they want. and it's just fun. dan going on the record to say he's really enjoying it makes me so happy to hear, because literally december 2022 he believed he'd disappear after WAD. and now, instead, he gets to play games and make stupid jokes and smile and laugh multiple times a week, and he's really happy about it. he gets to be silly and goofy and crude without having to Stress about it. i keep saying it but they're so settled now. and as someone who's followed them through big changes and turbulent times, getting to see them happy after everything... it brings a lot of hope. and i know theyre millionaires. but there's something to looking at someone you fell in love with 15 years ago the same then as you do now. but instead of it being something scary, something you have to hide, something that feels like it can consume you and everything you have--it gets to be something beautiful. and regular. and embraced. you've read this far you get to listen to me wax poetic about them.

we've been thoroughly boiled and maybe, just maybe, it's warming our hearts too.

#thank u for sending this. ive been writing non-stop since it arrived in my inbox #there is nothing i love more than someone pointing me in a direction and saying alright go for it!#i am always only a few moments away from a dnp breakdown and im glad to share this journey with you all #dnp #dan and phil #c.text #answered #phan #<- for the fandometrics #edited tags: holyshit this is a 1k words w/ my tags. jfc. what is Wrong with me. it took less than an hour but idk when u sent it exactly

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been thinking about aroace alastor a lot, in the sense that ofc this is simply canon and i wouldnt even BE thinking about it beyond a simple "woohoo this is fun, let's think about how that might have affected him and his relationships both whilst alive and after his death and fic and art and the usual joy of character analysis" if it weren't for the fact that it seems to be a flipping fight to just. Have that canon be acknowledged, which is taking up so much energy that it's honestly hard for me to enjoy him as much as I wish, considering this rep is supposed to be For people like me

and I think that's so much of my frustration around all of this, which IS mitigated by just finding a few chill people to follow and focusing on that -- but even then most of my "suggested for you" for this show is alastor x [insert any random main character] shipping/sexual content -- is that this is an offering for people to learn something new and delve into experiences that they may not have thought much about and the ones who know what aroace means, and in particular within the realms of how this character is being written within this particular very-sex-heavy universe (so, not so different from real life), by and large decided to just go "nah." people aren't interested in aroace experiences, and it's weird from a "so you just don't like a large part of this character's canon traits then, do you like the actual character, or just the OC you've made up in your head that happens to look like them?" perspective, but mostly for me it's that a lot of the way people talk/write about this it's like aroaceness is something that needs to be Fixed Somehow, and thank Goodness there's a neat little loophole that we can utilise in the form of "well sooooome aroace people do want to have sex and be in a relationship"

so many of the things I can't help but see, block, move on from, and in the ao3 alastor tag (which, it's frankly wild to me that aroace alastor has to be a specific tag, because so much of it ISN'T that, and even then we have to sift) is either just the equivalent of going "lalalala if I don't think about the aroaceness it's not real" or the even more disturbing "now how do we fix this so that the ace character can still fuck somehow." it's really creepy, and very much how people talk about aspec people irl. it's just incredibly poor taste and shows that this community is still so invisible

people really ought to think more about why this is such an important hill for them to die on that they want to Fix aroaceness in one of the only genre-fiction characters to be canonically such, ON a show where every other character enthusiastically enjoys sex and most of them are in established relationships or various slowburns -- why is the character that is not interested the one that is shipped with every other character to such an extreme?

I feel like anyone writing an aroace alastor that mysteriously can be compelled into sex and a romantic relationship needs to give me a 3000 page essay on the history and philosophy of aspec identities with a special section on aroace representation in media

but ultimately it's just a "look. please be kinder. if you look in our sandbox we have barely any toys, why are you coming into this sandbox to take more of them and then rubbing our faces in it and THEN being rude to aspec people when we say it makes many of us uncomfortable to be sidelined like this?"

I keep thinking of that one screenshot that was going around tumblr of the person who wrote straight brokeback mountain fic that everyone was going WTF about. why is it alright to "headcanon" away canon aroaceness (and mock people who point out its canonicity), but it's largely agreed to be in poor taste to do so with other canonically established queer identities?

I get fandom's not activism, but it sure sometimes can be a yardstick for how much I'd trust people to respect me irl, when I cannot enjoy aroace escapism without being talked over/mocked/yelled at AND having aspec theories appropriated without any understanding of what they actually mean or how they apply -- this history and community is a part of my life, and it's like people are just traipsing mud through it with the lack of respect for it (as lucifer would say "you come into MY house bitch???")

(apologies this got long. you don't have to post if you don't want to, I get that it could be inflammatory and don't want to put that on you, I've just been needing to vent. I just feel like I'm going a bit crazy with how nigh-impossible it is to avoid this -- why am I the one who's having to make all that extra effort to enjoy a character written with my community in mind? don't y'all have enough toys???)

Don't apologize, I absolutely love reading how others feel about this situation, and I completely agree.

I think it's sad how people don't want to think about a characters aroaceness and how it affects them and instead just throw that part of them out of the window. I think it's even more interesting since Alastor canonically thinks that he's straight, but hasn't found the right one yet.

"Headcanoning" a canonically aroace character a different sexuality is so.. I don't even have a word it. Many people "headcanon" Alastor a different sexuality, but keep it canon when it's Angel Dust or Vaggie. Personally, I think it stems from aphobia. Just like you mentioned, people feel the need to "fix" aroace characters, like their sexuality is a messed up or broken part of them. It reminds me of when I used to hear teachers talk about how everyone will someday find love, and the ones who don't will have a huge gap in their heart and be empty. It's quite terrifying just how similar it is. The fact that he, as the only confirmed aroace character, is shipped the most, too, is quite saddening.

It's disturbing how they search and search for stuff to use as excuses when they ship aroace characters. "Aroace people can still date," "It's just headcanons," "Alastor is not canonically aro," and so on.

Ao3 scares me, especially with characters like Alastor. You don't even wanna know how many times I've seen people say, "I know Alastor is aroace, but we'll just ignore that" in fics. Most of the time, they even change his character completely, and he's so out of character.

It also kinda disgusts me with the stuff people say about Alastor, I can be scrolling on Tumblr and a post comes up saying how Alastor would fuck the living shit out of you and it's so fucking disturbing and graphic, I guess this is just how it is generally when people talk about fan favorite characters, but when it's an aroace character too, like.. no, he wouldn't do any of that.. It's so weird. This is what people care about, sexualizing. They don't even seem to care how much of a complex character he actually is, but only how he would be during sex, and it's quite disturbing that most of the time he is the victim to these type of comments.

And, with the amount of hate I've gotten from tiktokers in my comment replies saying how either Alastor isn't aro, how he's just fictional and it's not erasing any representation by shipping him, how aroace people can still date, how Viv allowed them to ship him, and even saying that it's okay to ship him because he's a stereotype and bad rep (???) and whatever else they have to say, I quite literally do not care. I'm not gonna be humiliated into silence, I'm not ashamed about the fact I'm trying to keep these crumbs of representation we have left. "Boohoo, you talk too much about Alastor being aroace," and I'll continue, I think that's a lovely and very interesting part about his character, especially from the time period is from, and the fact he's unaware too.

it's kinda sad how a lot of people don't even know that he's aro, I wouldn't either since all the fandom does with him is ship him. There are so many other relationships people could dive into, Husk and Angel Dust, Charlie and Vaggie, Vox and Valentino, and many more, but yet they go for the aroace character.. Also the fact that since the pilot the character he's mostly been shipped with is Angel, a character who makes a lot of sexual remarks towards Alastor which he very obviously feels repulsed and disgusted by, is kinda just.. where's the appeal when he's clearly disgusted? Is that part of it? I'm glad that there is a side of this fandom where people actually love him for his character and not just because he's attractive.

Other than that, I'm very glad the show itself knows how to show he can have meaningful friendships and platonic relationships with people, such as Rosie, and didn't make him an edgelord that hates everyone and doesn't have friends for some random reason.

Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts with me, I enjoyed reading through it, and again, I completely agree. I just hope the fandom could realize he's a lovely character and that him being aroace is just a part of him like it is of us.

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— I will always come to your aid (AFAB!Reader)

AMAB!Reader has also been posted! including: Jing Yuan cw: !!NSFW!!, afab!reader, grammar and spelling errors possible, pwp but barely, hinted that reader has a s1ze k1nk, f1ng3r1ng, reader is a little sarcastic, still spreading my Jing Yuan is a Bastard (affectionate) agenda, masturbat1on, getting caught masturbat1ng, d1rty talk, cum eat1ng, no use of y/n, reader can be interpreted as the trailblazer but they are NOT stelle/caelus, safe sane and consensual w/c: 2k a/n: people liked strip starchess so much so here is another one of my brainrots... i dont usually like this troupe that much but i find myself excusing anything and everything for jing yuan so here we are. for my male reader likers i got u, its being posted right after this so you guys can enjoy too :3. also just remember that this is NOT stelle/caelus, its the you haha, i dont like shipping the raccoons with anyone as a personal pref so im just making that clear :3. anyways same warning as last time this is like my third time writing smut and also english isnty my first language. enjoy!!

The crisis on the Xianzhou Luofu was mostly over.

Which meant you had to leave the man you had fallen head over heels in love with.

Well— love may be an exaggeration but you weren't fucking around when it came to him.

Jing Yuan.

Your eyes had been hooked onto him the second you two met, his pleasant smile, his calm demeanor, his body—fuck, everything about him enamored you.

You could only wish that there was some other universe where he reciprocated your feelings.

You departed with a respectful nod of the head, despite wanting to smoosh your face between his pecs and cry about never getting to see them again.

The only hope that you did have though, was the jade abacus he had gifted you and your companions.

“No matter how astronomically distant you are, The Luofu Cloud Knights will always come to the aid of the Crew, whatever your need may be.”

Of course, his next sentence was to not use it for trivial matters when he saw March’s reaction, much to your amusement.

There was a discussion on who should keep the jade abacus, March being ruled out first much to her annoyance.

It landed between you and Dan Heng and given his history with the Xianzhou Luofu, he handed it to you.

That's how you ended up here, standing in front of your locked door with the abacus in your hand.

What if you grip it— You need to rinse your brain with cold water at this point…

You flopped onto bed, letting the exhaustion of the day seep into your bones as the plush blanket and pillows surrounded you.

You threw the abacus to your side, you'll take care of it later, not like you're gonna need it right now anyway.

Your mind flooded with images of Jing Yuan, his voice and everything you had been through together.

Fuck.

Your hand drifted towards your pussy, already feeling some wetness gathering at the thought of what you were about to do.

— Touch yourself to the thought of the General of the Cloud Knights on the Xianzhou Luofu, one of the most powerful beings to ever exist in history.

You shook your doubts away, he's just Jing Yuan to you.

You took off your shorts in record speed, tossing your panties along with it.

You never really touched yourself that often so you tried to imagine your hand being his instead.

You rubbed your clit, gasping at the cold touch of your fingers on the warm flesh.

How would he touch you?

He'd take his time, surely. He's not one to rush things— He'd work you open slowly for his cock—fuck, you're sure it's in proportion with how goddamn large his body is.

You moaned as you inserted two fingers inside you. You wanted to imagine Jing Yuan doing it, really, But, you also wanted an orgasm quickly so you can sleep. So, you just decided to go with imagining his voice talking to you.

You pistoned your fingers in and out, curling them at the spot only you could reach with your much smaller hands.

It was too intense, the thought of his deep voice guiding you through was enough to get your orgasm to graze along the edges of your belly slowly, building up to be a strong one.

You grabbed the blanket next to you, gripping it tightly as you whispered Jing Yuan's name and continued thrusting your fingers inside you.

You swear the normal part of your brain recognised you gripping an object while gripping the blanket as well but you were genuinely too out of it to care in the slightest.

You're just about to orgasm when everything in your room rattles, as if there's an earthquake.

Which should be impossible considering you are literally on a massive train that travels through space.

You let go of the blanket and sit up in shock, looking around to see what happened.

…With your fingers still inside you.

“Followers of the Nameless, I am here to assist you, tell me about the situ— Oh.”

You blinked.

Jing Yuan blinked.

Oh. Fuck.

You scrambled, ripping your fingers out and slapping your lower half with a pillow.

“J-Jing Yuan I-”

You gulped, trying to calm your racing heart, you just got caught masturbating by your crush.

Life is going great.

Your cheeks and ears were beet red now, opening and closing your mouth as you tried to say something, anything to get you out of this situation.

Jing Yuan was just as surprised, if not astonished, by the scene that had unfolded in front of him.

He was finishing up some paperwork that Lady Fu had so kindly delivered to him in the Alchemy Commission when suddenly, the jade abacus he had clipped to his belt loop started vibrating.

Not one to panic, he quickly unhooked it and got it closer to his ear, so that he could hear what the Express were asking of.

What he didn't expect was to hear the voice of his crush, the one that he has acquired after decades of not entertaining any romantic relationships, whispering and calling out his name.

Okay, maybe now he should panic.

Without a second thought, Jing Yuan summoned his weapon and gripped the jade abacus back, signaling it to teleport him to your location.

Paperwork be damned he would rather lose a hundred years of his life if it mean you would be safe.

That landed him here, in front of a half-naked (and very surprised) you.

He dissolved his weapon into thin air and folded his arms against his chest.

“Well, this is a surprise.”

“Wow, you don't say.”

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow at your tone.

“S-sorry, I don't know how you got here.”

An interesting turn of events.

“... Did you not call for me?”

“No, Why would I? Even if I did, how did you just…magically appear here?”

“Oh, dear.”

“What?”

“The jade abacus. I think you… I think you gripped it while you were…busy.”

He looked into your eyes and back down at the pillow that was barely covering your lower half.

“The jade aba—”

You cut yourself off, turning to your side to where you had thrown it, only to find the wretched object to be in the center of your crumpled blanket.

“Fuck.”

“Jing Yuan— I am so, so , so, sorry, I swear this was an honest mistake and I'll—”

Jing Yuan cut you off with the raise of his hand. “I forgive you.” “Really? Great let me j—”

“On one condition.” Of course there’s a catch. You sighed begrudgingly.

“What do you need help with?” “Quite the opposite, actually.” Your eyes widened but before you could let out your protests, Jing Yuan spoke up again. “You let me help you finish.” The gall of this man.You’re still going to take the chance that he doesn’t know what you were doing. “Finish what?”

You tried to sound innocent but your voice came out breathier than you wanted it to be. “Dont play coy now, you know exactly what I mean.” Your face burnt in embarrassment as you looked away. Jing Yuan dragged your desk chair and got it to the front of your bed before sitting down and making himself comfortable, propping one leg on the other and leaning back. “Go on, show me exactly what you were doing before I got here,hm?” “I can’t.” Jing Yuan paused, shit, had he misread the situation? Maybe he should—

“I can’t do it without you.” You had covered your red face at this point, way too embarrassed to look him in the eye while speaking. Jing Yuan just about lost it at that, abandoning all doubt and pouncing on you, grabbing your face to take you in a devouring kiss. He threw the pillow covering your bottom half in a random direction, quickly pecking you on the cheeks before pulling your hand over his. “Guide me.” You nodded shyly and pushed his hand towards your dripping pussy again. Fuck. His hands were just the way you imagined them. Warm and big, enough to hold your own two hands.

His hand (under your guidance and insistence) cupped your pussy and grinded the heel of his palm into your sensitive clit. “I’ve barely touched you, were you this wet while we were talking,hm? Did it turn you on to have me catch you in such an embarrassing state?” Jing Yuan whispered in your ear as he hovered over you and you thanked every aeon known for this opportunity because fuck, your imagination did not do any justice to how good the general was. Jing Yuan dipped the tip of his finger in your core, not entering but adding just enough stimulation for you to feel something there.

“Answer me.”

“No, I swear I didn’t, Jing Yuan, please—”

Jing Yuan smiled, he didn’t know you would be this easy to subdue.

He gently thrusted his finger inside, watching your face for any discomfort or resistance.

But, he was only met with your blissed out face, as you gasped in pleasure from his ministartions.

“Were you able to reach here?” He curled his finger upwards, hitting your sensitive spot just right.

You threw your hand over your mouth, pinching your mouth shut and praying, once again, to all the aeons you knew that the other passengers on the Express were dead asleep and couldn’t hear you. Granted, your room was the last in the carriage and had a decent amount of sound proofing but, you were still not risking it.

Your snapped out of your worries when Jing Yuan pushed in another finger alongside the one that was already in you.

“It looks like you’re getting distracted, maybe I’m not doing my job well enough?”

“N—Fuck, Its good, I’m sorry—Shit—”

Jing yuan simply kissed your head affectionately like he wasnt fingering you to hell and back right now and picked up the pace of his fingers.

Your hand was just gripping his wrist and you werent sure if it was to egg him to continue or get him to slow down and stop.

Maybe both.

Your head rolled back on the bed, exposing your bare neck to Jing Yuan as he immediately took the opportunity to cover your neck in kisses, Aeons be dammed. There's no way hes letting you walk out of this room unmarked and not carrying any proof of the evening you spent with him.

You gasped as your orgasm finally, finally overtook you. You shook in the general’s grasp as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out, drawing out the pleasure.

Taking his soaked fingers out, he popped them in his mouth, savouring the taste while you recovered from the intense bout of sensations you just went through.

You propped yourself up on your elbows again, looking at Jing Yuan owlishly as your head cleared from the horniness.

Jing Yuan only smiled at you before holding your head and kissing your forehead again before gathering you in his arms.

“Call me old fashioned or old but I do believe in the proper process of courting someone and,”

He looked into your eyes as he cupped your face in one palm and brushed the thumb along the seam of your chin.

“I think we skipped a few steps.”

“Yeah, no shit, general.”

He laughed at that, his chest shaking as the deep sound rumbled from his throat, you blushed again.

You were in the arms of the man you’ve wanted to kiss since you stepped foot on the Xianzhou ship.

You covered your burning face with your palms again as Jing Yuan’s laughter died down into little chuckles.

“We did all of that and youre getting shy now?”

“Shut up. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

“Wanted what? To get fingered by me?”

“No! — I mean that too, I guess, but I meant being held by you! Stop playing games, Jing Yuan.”

Jing Yuan only laughed as he took his free hand and grabbed your hands, turning them towards him one after the other and kissing the palm.

“I jest, I jest. But, I must stay here for the night. I’m afraid I cant travel back to the Xianzhou Luofu seeing as we aren’t closeby.”

You smiled.

Jing Yuan’s eyes twinkled in mischief right back at you.

“Be my guest.”

#jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan smut #jing yuan x you #afab reader

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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A Valentine’s Day to Remember Steve’s POV Part 1

I decided to do a Valentine fic for steddie, because I was seeing all the “Eddie has never been anyone’s Valentine” or “Eddie hates Valentine’s” fics and wanted to see one where Steve hates Valentine’s day. And it spawned a 5000+ fic with feels. But then I wanted to see the same story from Eddie’s POV and so I’m in the middle of that one.

I will post Steve’s POV in three parts until Valentine’s day. And then start posting the Eddie POV on Valentine’s day. I will have a tag list for both if you want in on that.

Steve Harrington loathed Valentine’s day when he had a girlfriend. All that pressure to perform. Have the right flowers, the right chocolates, the dinner reservation. No home cooked meals, no freshly picked flowers, no (insert favorite treat here). It had been drilled into his head by friends and girlfriends alike.

But he absolutely hated it as a single person and one couldn’t just ask someone for a date on Valentine’s because the person would assume it was more than a one-night deal.

“I’m just going to work and then hide in my room until the fifteenth and hope to hell not too many couples come in looking for a romantic movie to ignore after fifteen minutes while they make out,” he was telling Robin the week before the dreaded date.

Just then a voice sounded behind them, “Doth my cynic ears deceive me or doth Sir Stephen not have a date for Valentine’s day?”

Steve sighed and turned around. “Hey Eddie.”

Eddie grinned, dimpling his cheeks in that way that made the butterflies in Steve’s stomach take off.

“Seriously though, man,” Eddie said. “You really don’t have a date?”

“Dingus here hasn’t even flirted since Christmas,” Robin helpfully supplied.

He turned to look Steve up and down. “Why not?”

Steve looked over at Robin and then to the floor. “The last girl I went out with kept asking me to put a scarf around my neck even while we were inside so she wouldn’t have to see my scars.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “What?”

Steve looked up through his eyelashes. “I broke up with her by taking off my shirt and telling her that if the neck scar bothered her so bad, she should see the really gnarly ones.”

Robin made a disgusted face. “I found her puking in the hydrangeas.”

“And that is why I don’t date anymore,” Steve said with a flourish.

Eddie jumped up on the counter and sighed. “I hear that. Being gay in white Christian Hawkins was hard enough, but add the Satanic panic and that well has truly fucking dried up.”

Steve patted Eddie’s knee. “I’m sorry. You’re problems are so much bigger than mine. I really don’t have room to complain.”

Eddie covered Steve’s hand with his own. “Hey, don’t think like that, man. Your problems are different. Not bigger, okay?”

Steve nodded. “I guess we all can’t be as lucky as Robin.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at her. “Does Birdie have a date? For Valentine’s?”

Robin blushed. “A girl in my economics class at the university. We’ve been dating a couple of weeks. Apparently she has something fun planned.”

Steve waved his hand at her in annoyance. “See? She’s even more lucky because she doesn’t have to plan the damn thing.”

Eddie frowned. “You’ve always had to do the planning?”

Steve sighed. “The downsides of being a raging heterosexual; being expected to do all the planning, pay for everything, and hope for at least a kiss at the end.”

“I thought you were bi,” Robin said.

“Oh I am,” Steve said, “but all that was from before I realized what I was.”

Eddie licked his lips. “So let me get this right, you’ve never had a Valentine’s day where you weren’t the one doing on all the planning. You’ve never been on a date with a man. And you don’t have a date for Valentine’s day. Do I have that right?”

Steve nodded. “Pretty much sums up the whole fucking ordeal, yeah.”

Eddie grinned. “Then you are in for a treat, pretty boy. I’m going to give you the best Valentine’s day you’ve ever had.”

Steve let out a choked gasp. “What?”

Eddie jumped down from his perch on the counter. “What time you off on the fourteenth?”

Steve looked at Robin in shock, not being able to find the words.

“He’s off at 3pm,” she said helpfully.

Eddie patted Steve on the cheek. “Perfect, pretty boy. I’d have someone else take you to work, because I will be picking you up.”

“But I’ll be all gross and want a shower before we do anything...” Steve complained.

Eddie grinned. “Don’t worry that gorgeous head of yours, darlin’. I wouldn’t let you get all upset over something like that. Just trust me.”

Steve gulped as his mind filled in with some of his dirtiest thoughts.

Eddie winked. “See you around, sweetheart.” He waved goodbye over his shoulder and sauntered back out the door.

Steve turned to Robin. “Did that just happen?” He pointed at the door in shock.

Robin grinned. “Yup!”

Steve was going to be in sooo much trouble.

Monday morning Eddie came bounding into the Family Video, the biggest grin on his face.

“Hey, Eddie!” Robin greeted.

“Is Steve here?” he asked, leaning on the counter.

“He’s restocking the romance section,” she said jutting her thumb behind her.

“Thanks!” he chirped and bounded off in the direction she indicated.

He rounded the corner to see Steve kneeling on the ground a large stack of tapes next him.

“Stevie!” Eddie greeted, throwing his arms open wide.

Steve turned and smiled up at him. “Hey, Eds. What brings you to Family Video on this horrible Monday morning?”

Eddie tilted his head to the side. “Aww...it’s not so bad.”

Steve stood up with a grunt. “It’s a triple strike. It’s February. It’s a Monday. And it’s cloudy with no chance of actual snow making it all the more depressing.”

Eddie grinned. “Yes...but I’m here!”

Steve laughed. “Yes, yes you are.”

“So...” Eddie said putting his hands on his lower back and hopping up and down on the balls of his feet, “whacha’s favorite flower?”

Steve’s shoulders slumped. “You don’t have to buy me flowers.”

Eddie wagged his finger at Steve. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Stevie. Answer the question.”

Steve rolled his eyes and huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “They’re called alstroemarias. They look like little lilies and are readily available in winter.”

Eddie blinked at him. “What now?”

Steve sighed and began to walk back to the front. “Alstroemarias. I saw them at a cousin’s wedding when I was nine or ten. Really pretty flower and they come in all sorts of colors.”

He got behind the desk and wrote it down. He turned to Eddie who had dutifully followed him and handed him the paper.

Eddie took the paper. “You surprise me, Steve Harrington,” he said softly. “I thought for sure that you were going to pick something like sunflowers or orchids, some shit like that. But instead you hit me with a flower I’ve never heard of.”

Steve blushed. “I hope it’s okay.”

Eddie smiled fondly at him. “No, it’s perfect. Unique. I like that.” He stood there a moment looking at the paper in his hand. He coughed and straightened his spine. “Um...I’ll just be...yeah. I’ll see you later, Steve.”

He left and Steve stood there a moment before he banged his head on the counter with a loud moan of distress.

“What’s the matter with you? she asked.

Steve lifted his head and sighed. “He’s just doing this as a friend, Robs.”

Robin blinked at him a moment. “What’s wrong with that? I think it’s kind of cute that he’s going out of his way to give you the best Valentine’s you’ve ever had.”

Steve propped his head on his hands. “The problem is that I wish it was all real. That it was a proper date. That it wasn’t pretend.”

She put her arms around him. “Oh, Steve...”

He wrapped his hand around her wrist and held on. “I keep thinking what it would be like if we actually dating. That we were planning this together.”

“You should tell him that,” Robin murmured.

“What if he doesn’t like me like that?” Steve asked. “How can I possibly risk our friendship over me being mopey about a dumb holiday?”

She pulled back and began to run her fingers through his hair. “I’ll tell you what. Go on the date. You treat it like it’s the real thing and see how he reacts. If he shies away then you know he just wants to be friends. But if he leans into it, then you go for a kiss at the end of the night.”

Steve raised his head. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Robin said firmly.

Steve nodded. “Yeah. I can do that. Thanks, Robs.” He kissed her cheek and went back to work.

She watched him go with a shake of her head. “Dingus.”

Part 2 Part 3

#My writing #stranger things #steddie #valentine's fic #ladykailtiha writes

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steamberrystudio · 4 months

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31/12/2023 Devlog

Hey everyone! Time for the bi-weekly tumblr update for Steamberry stuff! Except I skipped one because I can't remember why.

I half-wrote it but I think I just wasn't feeling up to finishing and posting.

I haven't been doing extremely well health-wise lately but still powering through.

Summary

Finished writing Chapter 5.5 (the new chapter in WSC)

Finished editing Chapters 6, 7, and 8 of Asher's path

Finished all the profiles for the GS lore book

Have started wrapping up the "side stories" and additional content for the GS lore book

Ramble

Okay so in my last update I was in the middle of editing chapter 5 and was nearly to the start of chapter six in editing Asher's route. I finished up chapter 5...

At that point when I was looking ahead, I started feeling like I wanted to add in a transition scene to move between Chapter 5 and Chapter 6.

As I started plotting out this scene, one of my ideas took on a life of its own and I realised that it might be better to interject a new, fleshed out story incident that would allow me to slow the pacing as well as flesh out the setting and universe a little more. This incident would also let me tie into some earlier events and connect them to something that occurs in chapter 6, also foreshadowing the chapter 6 incident.

Ultimately, this became too much to call a "scene" and I decided to branch it off into a supplementary chapter (IE a chapter a bit shorter than the others and meant to be released along with another chapter.)

Then that chapter ended up being 30,000 words.

So that happened.

After finishing that I went on to finish editing chapters 6, 7, and 8. I am currently on chapter 9. I only have a few more chapters before I'm finished editing Asher's path. As always, during my edits, one of the main things I do is flesh things out.

So obviously the word count has grown from that (and, you know, the 30k extra chapter I invented).

Currently the word count is 468,000 words.

Other Stuff:

I have received several new BGs and a new BG sketch. BGs are continuing to come in at a fairly steady pace.

I now have all the BGs for The Ophelia and the artists are working on other locations finally. OwO

I've also been, here and there, doing small tweaks to the sprites, small additions and fixes.

Gilded Shadows:

As I mentioned, I finally got through all the character profiles. There are so many more characters than I remembered in this game.

Then I got halfway through and realised that I forgot five. And had to insert them, which...meant rearranging pages, which is a pain in the butt. However, that is now complete.

What I'm working on now is finishing up some of the short stories and drabbles I have planned or partially written out and getting them into the lore book.

As well as gathering any other content. The lore book is currently about 350 pages. And I am really hoping to wrap it up soon.

Upcoming Weeks:

Next couple of weeks I will be trying to wrap up the lore book and wrap up editing Asher's Path.

When I finish editing Asher's path I'll be moving on to finish drafting the end sequences for the four remaining characters. I'm starting to have an idea of where the word count is going to end up but will have a better idea for sure when Asher's edit is complete.

I have written over 100,000 words since mid-August, just plugging away and trying to hit at least 1000 words a day.

I hit my year end word count goal of 466,000 words for When Stars Collide but unfortunately did not finish the draft because the draft has grown in size.

But I am really hoping to finish it early next year so we can fully move into phase 2 of When Stars Collide.

I am also hoping to get the final KS stuff resolved for Gilded Shadows early next year as well (the lore book, art book, and some residual art and stuff).

For now, I shall just keep plucking away at it until it's all done.

And that is all for now. I will see you all next year.

#gilded shadows #whenstarscollide #amare game #indie otome game #updates #devlog

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tenebraevesper · 4 months

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Sonic Prime (Timeline Placement)

So, now that the finale of Sonic Prime has aired (although I still wonder whether it was really the finale because were still missing one episode), everyone is asking themselves the question of when does it take place in canon.

After all, it is general knowledge that the producers stated that it should be treated as part of the Sonic mainline series canon. But, what does that mean?

I still remember how people weren't happy about Sonic's more immature personality, especially since this just came after Sonic Frontiers, where we saw a more mature Sonic, and even TV Tropes lists the statement as Fanon Discontinuity:

As well-received as the series is, when the producers of the show stated it was being treated as canon to the mainline series, this did not go down well with certain fans, believing much of what appears in the show appears to contradict what the games state, such as Green Hill being stated to be the home of Sonic and his friends. Probably the most egregious change is a flashback that shows Sonic and Knuckles' first meeting in Hidden Palace Zone (which, while there is a boss fight with Knuckles in that stage, the two meet much earlier).

Fans then started asking Ian Flynn about when the show takes place in the game timeline, with Ian's answer being that he'll tell them after the show ends. Now, the ending of the show revealed absolutely nothing in regards to when it takes place, with Ian Flynn posting this tweet:

Yeeaaahh, from what I've heard through the grapevine, people weren't happy:

Misblamed: People blame Ian Flynn for the rather vague suggestion of the timeline of when Prime is set, even though 1) Ian Flynn was not a writer of Sonic Prime. He was a consultant. 2) The Lore team weren't the ones that decided to make Prime canon. That's a matter that's decided by Sega's higher-ups. Likewise, any inconsistencies are the result of the writing team, who likely didn't (or couldn't) research every detail of the series' characters and lore within any time constraints they had.

That should explain things and it's bad enough that people are using Ian Flynn as a scapegoat over something he had no control over.

So, what is my opinion in regards to this situation. I believe that Sonic Prime's placement in the mainline series canon can be viewed from two different points:

Point 1) The show is a standalone story, taking place in a slightly different universe at any point after Sonic Advance 3. It has all the Sonic game characters and any detail that got messed up could be chalked to writer error as said above. It is connected to the main canon in some way, but not in the way that you could insert it directly into the mainline series games.

Point 2) It is an event that takes place after Sonic Advance 3, and connected to the mainline games despite the inconsistencies, but it is supposed to be treated similarly to Sonic the Hedgehog (2006) in the sense that, as Ian pointed out above, Prime wipes itself out. It happened, but it has no impact on the main canon aside from the fact that Sonic and Shadow remember the events and probably won't ever be mentioned again.

Now, these are just general conclusions to Sonic Prime's placement's in the canon, but what about my personal view?

In my personal headcanon, Sonic Prime takes place sometime between Sonic Colors and Sonic Forces. Why after Sonic Colors? Because Orbot and Cubot made their debut there. Why before Sonic Forces? Because the Sonic the Hedgehog IDW Comics detail the events that occurred after Sonic Forces.

One could argue that Sonic Prime could be placed between the Sonic IDW Comics and Sonic Frontiers, or maybe even take place after Sonic Frontiers, but I'm certain that people's argument over Sonic's lack of maturity in Prime in comparison to Frontiers nips that theory in the bud. Not to mention, we already got a game that takes place after Sonic Frontiers, The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, and we saw how Sonic acts in that game.

Another thing I would like to add is that I'm treating Sonic Prime in the same manner as Sonic the Hedgehog (2006). It is a standalone story with minimal impact to the main canon, an adventure that happened and was subsequently erased, with the only ones who remember it being Sonic and Shadow.

So, these are my personal thoughts and before anyone starts an argument, I do not speak for the community. That said, what do you guys think?

#Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer (Masterlist)

#Ten's Thoughts #sonic prime #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #miles tails prower #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #dr eggman #rouge the bat

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katethewriter · 2 years

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Wish We Could Be Like That

Pairing: WandaNat x fem!Reader

Words: 5k~

Summary: Your relationship with Natasha and Wanda is a secret, but does it have to be?

Based on the song “Secret Love Song” by Little Mix

A/N: This was originally gonna be a one shot, but I got a little carried away. So I’ve broken it into 3 parts. This is my first time writing for the MCU. It’s also my first time writing a reader insert… so please be gentle :)

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~Song Lyrics~

*thoughts*

Dream Sequence

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Part One Part Two Part Three

“What will we say?” you ask your girlfriends of six weeks.

The three of you lay on the roof of the compound looking up at the night sky. Natasha lies on her back with you pressed close to her side, head resting on her shoulder. Wanda curls around you with an arm wrapped around your waist from behind.

You’ve had the compound to yourselves for the past two months. The rest of the team being off on a lengthy mission.

A part of you expected to spend the two months as a permanent third wheel without the rest of the team there, but that lasted half a day. Really, you should have expected as much. You had been drawn to both of them from the moment you joined the team a year ago. Quickly you had bonded with the women and they became your close friends. But now, you were basically living alone with the world’s most perfect couple, and the rest of the team wasn’t here to act as a buffer when needed. However, it wasn’t awkward at all. The three of you instantly fell into a comfortable rhythm. There wasn’t a couple… plus you. It was just the three of you.

Two weeks into the two months, the two of them asked you to join their relationship.

The weeks since have been like a perfect dream. But unfortunately, that dream that is coming to a close. You had avoided the conversation as long as you could, but now it was inevitable. Tomorrow the rest of the team will be returning, and your momentary solace will end. When they left, Natasha and Wanda were in a relationship, engaged to each other, and you were very much single. Now, they are returning to the three of you as a trio. As much as you don’t want to admit it, the thought terrifies you.

“We can just tell them,” Natasha answers. Her hand tangles with yours.

“But what will they say?” you worry. You trust the team to be accepting, but fear still creeps in the back your head.

Poly relationships aren’t exactly common. That was the reason the three of you had danced around your feelings for so long. You had originally buried your feelings for the two of them. They were in a very committed relationship after all. You were convinced that pursuing the pair would lead to a mess that would leave you without two of your closest friends. You didn’t even know this was an option until the two of them approached you. When they kissed you, nothing had ever felt so right. Still, you have no idea how the team will react.

“What will they think? I mean… to them, you two have been together for years… you’re engaged, and all of a sudden I’m just an extra who came out of nowhere and-“

“Hey hey,” Wanda interrupts. She lifts her head, looking down at you tenderly, “detka, we talked about this…”

The two redheads had gotten engaged only a few weeks before you joined the team. The moment they saw you, you took their breath away. When they really got to know you, their feelings only grew. After months of quiet pining and a couple long conversations later, they had decided to pause their wedding plans to pursue you as a third member to their relationship.

Working up the courage to talk to you about their feelings proved to be much harder than they expected. Two months alone with you in the compound seemed like a sign from the universe that now is the right time. After you admitted feelings of your own, they knew they had made the right decision. You know the length of their relationship before they kissed you has no bearing on how much they care for you. They’ve spent hours reassuring you of that, but insecurities still take root in the back of your mind.

“No, I know, I know,” you’re quick to reassure Wanda. The Sokovian rests back on the blanket again, pressing her cheek to the back of your head. Her arm around your waist tightens, and the closeness calms you, “… I’m just saying…”

“So, we don’t tell them,” Wanda offers. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. That option doesn’t feel right either.

A part of you would be relieved not to face the reactions of your team yet. There’s another part of you that knows with complete certainty that this relationship is what you have been looking for your entire life. How can you possibly keep that a secret?

Silence stretches between the three of you. Your breathing lines up. It’s the kind of unity the three of you found in your weeks of privacy. The way you just meld together seamlessly.

Natasha is the one to break the silence, “…I get it...” You look up to her, silently asking her to ellaborate, “this thing we have is still new… Don’t get me wrong! It’s amazing… and beautiful and waaayyy long overdue…”

The last part pulls a big hum of agreement from Wanda, and you chuckle at the two of them.

“…but its new. We’re still figuring it out ourselves. The thought of someone else ruining it before its really began is scary.” You nod against her shoulder. She presses a kiss to your head, “We don’t have to say anything yet, not until we’re ready.”

There’s relief in knowing that you aren’t the only one worried about the team’s reaction. You lean up, grabbing her lips in a kiss. After a moment, a whine escapes Wanda’s lips. The sound makes you chuckle, and you’re forced to break the kiss with Nat. You turn to find the most pitiful pout on the Sokovian’s face. You roll your eyes before kissing her already puckered lips. The kiss is slow and gentle. When you break the kiss, she bumps her nose against your cheek. The three of you settle back into each other.

“For now…” Wanda grins, but you can’t see it, “we get to keep you all to ourselves.” At the last word, she begins tickling you. Nat joins in. Their fingers dance along your sides, as you thrash between them. After making you beg, they finally relent. You rest against each other again. Your girlfriends both press a kiss to your head.

You relish this time with your girlfriends while you can. Keeping your relationship a secret wasn’t ideal, but you know the three of you will figure it out together.

~We keep behind closed doors.~

You walk into the common area to grab something to eat before you begin mission prep. Your eyes immediately find Wanda cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Last week you would have gone to her, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind, burying your face into her neck. But that was last week before there were more eyes than just yours around. The rest of the team returned to the compound three days ago, and you are still struggling to adjust. Not able to reach out for your girlfriends the same way you could when you three were here alone.

You survey the room. Sam sits at a table, tinkering with Red Wing. Yelena and Kate sit at another table working on mission reports. With a sigh, you go to pour yourself a cup coffee. Mug in hand, you lean against the counter next to Wanda, sure to leave an appropriate amount of distance to be considered friends. “Morning,” you smile as you bring your cup to your lips.

She turns to you with a large smile, “Good morning *detka*,” you hear her add the name silently in your mind, and it makes you smile wider. “What are you up to today?”

“Mission prep this morning,” you say, and you don’t miss the way the corners of her mouth turn down at the statement. You leave tomorrow morning. This was your first mission without one of them since you’ve been together, and neither of your girlfriends are happy about it, especially it being a solo mission. You continue with your plans for the day, hoping to distract her, “then I’m training with Nat before lunch. This afternoon, I’m supposed to meet Tony in the lab. Then of course there’s movie night tonight. You’ll be there right?”

“Of course,” she looks up for a moment to smile at you, before continuing her task. You stay there, content to watch her cook. A loose strand of hair falls into her face, and you fight the urge to tuck it behind her ear. To say you’re mesmerized is an understatement. You clear your throat to grab her attention. Then, you think loud enough for her to hear, *you look beautiful today, baby.* You smirk as a blush fills her cheeks.

Just then Steve and Natasha enter the kitchen, back from their morning run. The widow’s gaze instantly land on the two of you in the kitchen, both her girls in the same place. She makes her way over. She greets Wanda first. “Hello moya lyubov,” she wraps her arms around the younger woman, pulling her chin in for a quick kiss. You look away from the moment too private to be witnessed by a “friend”. You try to hide the frown of wanting a good morning kiss too. You know that keeping your relationship a secret was the right move, but that didn’t make it sting any less. “Good morning y/n,” Natasha’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. You look up to find the Russian looking at you with nothing short of adoration. Wanda continues cooking, this moment a private one of your own for just you and Natasha.

The look in her green eyes has the corners of your lips turning up in a smile, “good morning. Are we still on for training later today?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

~Every time I see you, I die a little more.~

In your defense, it started off as training.

You’re sparring with Natasha. It was the third go when she caught you in a hold with your back held tightly to her front. You try to twist out of her grip to no avail. After two more attempts, you know that she has won this round. ‘If you can’t beat them…’ you think as you push your hips back, devilishly rubbing yourself against her center.

In an instant, she turns you attaching her lips to your neck. Training in one of the spare gyms gives her confidence. Its smaller than the gym reserved for the Avengers that you typically use, but, that gym is open to the entire team at all times. You two had witnessed firsthand two days ago the danger of training in such a public place. You were nearly caught several times, by wayward glances and surprise entrances.

Glancing to the door, your hesitation lasts for less than a moment. You drag her face up to yours, grabbing her lips with your own. You moan into her mouth, finally getting to kiss her. You’ve had increasingly less chances to do so since the rest of the team returned. You’ve missed this, and the grip she has on your hips makes you believe she has too.

Neither of you are paying attention when the door to the gym slides open. Like the snap of a rubber band, the two of you separate. Natasha walks to the edge of the sparring mat, nonchalantly reaching for her water bottle like she is taking a swig between sparring rounds. Taken by surprise, you do the only thing that comes to mind. You turn away from her and whoever just walked in the door, doubling over in faux pain, “God Nat, that one hurt. Ever heard of pulling your punches while you spar?”

“Cute.”

You turn around quickly to find Wanda standing in the doorway. She sports an unimpressed, but ultimately amused smirk, “nice save.” You sag in relief, glancing over at Nat who wears a similar look of relief. Though she quickly smiles, shaking her head at your antics. After an awkward moment of the three of you standing in silence, Wanda taunts the two of you, “oh please, don’t stop on my behalf.”

You roll your eyes and turn back to your Sokovian girlfriend, “you come to join in?”

Wanda shakes her head. “No,” making her way into the gym, she leans against the wall, “I just came to enjoy the view.” She waves her hand. A red mist appears by the door, locking it to anyone from the outside. The satisfied look on her face makes you chuckle, and Nat is on you instantly, reattaching herself to your neck. Your eyes close at the feeling, all you hear is your heart pounding in your ears and Wanda’s giggles from the other side of the room.

~Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls.~

Everyone is gathered in the living room, and by everyone you mean everyone. Team wide movie night was not an activity to be taken lightly. You barely all fit into the room, but you do fit. Every member of the team scattered across couches, chairs and the floor, huddled around the same large screen Tony had installed for this purpose.

Since you were leaving on a solo mission in the morning, everyone agreed to let you pick the first movie. Of course, you pick y/f/m. You settle on the floor between Yelena and Peter, adding your own commentary and jokes all throughout the movie.

About half way through the movie, you can feel eyes on you. Slowly, you take a peak at the rest of the group, until your eyes fall on the couch on the complete opposite side of the room. You lock eyes with two particular red heads across the room. Everyone else is engrossed in your movie selection, but they only have eyes for you.

Of course, they aren’t paying attention to the movie. They’ve seen it, a few times actually, during your time alone in the compound. They know the story, the characters, the plot. Tonight, they’d much rather watch you as your face lights up at your favorite lines or the smile you crack when you make the same jokes they’ve heard. Smiling in adoration, they just soak up the sound of your laugh and the feel of your joy from a far.

When your eyes meet theirs and they know they are caught, they only smile wider. Wanda scrunches her nose, and Natasha winks at you: a silent hello from each.

You have to duck your head to hide the blush and smile creeping across your face.

You look at them once more, and you try to ignore the ache in your chest. Seeing them curled up on the couch together, sharing a blanket, practically sitting in each other’s laps. Everything in you screams to go join them. That’s your spot right? …next to them?

You feel the itch of tears gathering in your eyes, so you turn you attention back to the movie, praying to any god above that no one, especially your girlfriends, notices the shift in your demeanor.

~It’ll never be enough.~

“Call us whenever you get a chance,” Natasha requests… again.

“I will,” you reassure her… again. “Jeez, you’re acting like this is some long scary deep-undercover mission,” you try to lighten the mood.

The quinjet is wheels up in ten minutes, and your girlfriends have pulled you into their room for one last goodbye before you go.

“It’s barely a week,” you repeat, “I’ll be back before you have a chance to miss me.”

Wanda cups your cheek with her hand, “we miss you already.” The sincerity in her eyes wipes away any smart ass remark you could make. You lean forward to kiss away the concern on her face.

“I’ll be careful,” you rest your forehead on the Sokovian’s. You try to catch her eyes, but she keeps them screwed shut. Like if she doesn’t open them, then you won’t go. You turn your head to Natasha who has attached herself to your side, “I promise.” You lean in to capture her lips in a last kiss. When you pull back, they wrap you in a hug so tight, it feels like they are trying to memorize the way you fit perfectly between them.

You can’t help but think that this is where you belong.

~Its obvious you’re meant for me.~ ~Every piece of you it just fits perfectly.~

You return a day early, working a little faster so you could get back to your girls.

You descend the steps to the laundry room. There’s a basket full of mission clothes tucked under your arm, but you could care less about laundry at the moment. The real reason you ventured here is already at the bottom of the steps.

Your curiosity peaks at the music that fills the air. It’s normally silent down here. You round the corner, and then you see her.

You knew you would; Friday said you would find her down here. You still revel in the sight: Wanda, all by herself, dancing slightly to the beat as she folds laundry. The piece of clothing she’s holding looks odd against the rest of her and Nat’s clothes. Its familiar and you tilt your head slightly. You can’t stop the question from escaping your mouth, “is that my sweatshirt?”

The sokovian completely freezes, except her head which turns to you rapidly. Her wide eyes take you in, “Y/n?” Her jaw drops open. The garment falls from her hands completely forgotten. You barely have enough time to drop your basket before she launches herself into you. “You’re back!” she exclaims, throwing her arms around your shoulders, clutching you to her chest.

All you can do is laugh and hold her, “I’m back.” You stay there, breathing in her scent as she buries herself into your neck. When her grip does start to loosen, you pull back to kiss her. Its starts as a simple hello kiss, but she quickly pulls you in to deepen it. When she swipes her tongue against your lip, you open your mouth. You allow her this moment. You know full well that if the roles were reversed you would need the same. She takes her time, exploring your mouth like she’s missed the past five days, not stopping until the need to breathe is too much for the both of you.

Your girlfriend sighs, holding you close to her, foreheads resting together. “Does Nat know?” she asks.

You nod, “she met me in medical.” At that, Wanda pulls away from you. She opens her eyes to fully take you in, scanning you for injuries. That’s when she notices the cut and stitches right at your hairline. You see the moment her eyebrows knit further together, but you stop her. “It’s nothing, baby,” you smile and kiss away the frown on her lips, “I’m fine, I promise.” You kiss her twice more.

Wanda eyes the injury once more before she sighs and nods, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you bump her nose with yours, a playful glint in your eyes, “those were some pretty sweet dance moves.”

The redhead rolls her eyes and tries to push you away.

“No seriously,” you stop her, holding her close as you begin to sway to the music that’s still playing through the speakers, “how’d that go again?”

It takes another minute of coaxing, but eventually you get Wanda dancing. The two of you twist and twirl around the room. Its complete bliss to be in each other’s presence again without a care in the world. It reminds you of when it was simple during those weeks you had alone without the prying of outside eyes. The upbeat song fades and a slower melody takes its place. You grab Wanda’s hand twirling her away from you, before pulling her back. Your arm wraps around her waist. Together you sway side to side.

Standing chest to chest, you stare into each other’s eyes, “you didn’t answer my question.” She tilts her head in confusion. You chuckle, “is that my sweatshirt?”

Wanda’s cheeks flush instantly, and she ducks in slight embarrassment. “It smelled like you.” Your heart melts, and you bring her in to kiss you again.

The kiss lasts only a few seconds, before the sound of footsteps on the stairs has you pulling from each other.

Wanda returns to the forgotten piece of clothing she was folding when you entered. You retrieve your own basket of clothes forgotten at the bottom of the steps.

As you grab it, you glance up to see Clint pause halfway down, a bag of laundry thrown over his shoulder. You ignore the quirk of his eyebrow. “Hey Clint,” you turn and make your way to an open washing machine.

“Hey y/n,” he makes his way down the stairs and enters, assessing the room immediately. You desperately try to calm your pacing heart and act normal. You’re sure that you’re caught when you feel the archer’s eyes on you. You chance a glimpse at Wanda. She looks as composed as ever… almost like nothing even happened.

~Every second, every thought I’m in so deep,~

“Had enough yet?” you taunt Nat as you have her pinned faced down on the sparring mat. It’s the first time you’ve trained together since returning from your mission. You’ve been cleared by Dr Cho weeks ago, but Natasha still refused to spar until today. She’s been going easy on you the whole time. It was cute at first, but now you just want a real fight. So, you’ve resorted to antagonizing it out of her.

Apparently, it’s working.

With one swipe of her foot, she breaks out of your grasp. In an instant, your back hits the ground. Your girlfriend is practically straddling you. One knee digs into your hip, her other leg holds yours at uncomfortable angle. Your right arm is twisted and trapped between your back and the mat. Natasha holds your left wrist tightly above your head. Her other hand grabs your throat. “This better?” she hovers above you. Mockingly, she looks down with a satisfied smirk, “this what you wanted? To lose?”

“I don’t know,” you confidently lift your head closer to her, “you on top of me feels an awful lot like a win.” You watch her pupils blow wide open with lust. She looks like she is about to devour you when the sound of the door opening stops you both. Only you can hear the quiet growl that she emits.

For a moment, you return to sparring. You try to break out of the hold, but instantly know it’s no use. You tap the mat, and Nat releases you from the hold. She stands offering you a hand, and you allow her to pull you to your feet.

Turning, you find Yelena entering the gym, eyeing the two of you. “There you are, sestra,” the blonde barely spares you a glance, “y/n y/l/n.” You nod in her direction, trying to hide your confusion at the sudden cold shoulder from one of your closest friends.

If Nat picks up on it, she doesn’t show it, “here I am. What’s up?” You take this opportunity to let out some frustration on a punching bag while your girlfriend and her sister speak.

“I’m taking Kate out for dinner tonight,” the younger woman says, “I thought you and Wanda could join. It would be like a… what is it called? A… duo dinner… thing…”

“A double date?” the redhead asks.

The blonde throws a hand up, “yes! That! A double date!”

“Tonight?” Natasha’s eyes flick over to you to see if you had heard any of that. When your eyes meet, she knows that you did. You can see the hesitation in her expression. She’s gaging your reaction knowing the two of you and Wanda already had plans to spend the evening together.

You had planned the entire date, not telling them where you were going or what you were doing. It’s the first real date you’ve been able to go on in weeks. Between missions and training, there hasn’t really been a chance for all three of you to sneak out of the compound at the same time. To say you were looking forward to it is an understatement.

“I already have plans tonight, Lena,” the older sister tries to object.

Yelena throws her heads back and lets out a groan, “No! What plans??” She waits, but doesn’t get an answer. She steps closer to her sister, “just cancel, please sestra. I need you there. Our last date was a disaster, I need you and Witchy as a buffer just in case I put my foot in my mouth.”

Nat throws another look your way. You both know that Yelena isn’t gonna let this go. You sigh and put on your best smile, ‘Its ok’ you mouth. Silently giving her permission to say yes. The redhead’s usual cool expression slips for less than a second; in that moment, guilt drips from her face.

As quick as it appears, its gone again, but not before Yelena notices the shift in her sister’s attention. She glances over her shoulder, but you’ve already returned to attacking the punching bag. The younger widow turns back to her sister who’s composed expression is back in place, “come on, Tasha, please.”

The older woman rolls her eyes and shakes her head playfully, “What time?”

You continue your assault on the punching bag while the two sisters continue to talk on the other side of the gym. Your hands begin to hurt from the force you’re putting behind your punches. You know they’ll be bruised tomorrow. You’re not mad at Natasha. It’s not her fault, and you told her it was ok. Hell, you’re not even mad at Yelena for wrecking the date you have been planning for two weeks. You’re just frustrated at the whole situation. This wouldn’t be an issue if you could just accompany your girlfriends on this double date, but that’s not an option.

Five minutes later, the two widows have discussed all the details of the evening. Yelena runs out of the gym to begin getting ready for the date, barely waving goodbye to you as she leaves. The moment the door closes behind her, Natasha makes her way over to you. “I’m so sorry, Malyshka,” she stands behind the punching bag, holding it still while you continue to take swings. When you don’t say anything, she speaks quickly, “look, we don’t have to go.”

You laugh, “yes, you do.” You stop your work out and look up at her, “you just told Yelena you would go.”

“I can cancel. I’ll tell her Wanda is sick,” she counters, “we can still go on our date.”

You raise an eye brow at her, “and when she sees both of you walking out of the compound later tonight?” The red head opens her mouth to argue, but you stop her. “Hey babe, look at me. Its ok. I promise, its fine,” you reach out for her hands. You try to muster the most reassuring smile you can, despite the disappointment you feel. You were really looking forward to tonight, but you hate the sad look on Nat’s face. You can’t bear to add to the guilt she is feeling. “We can go on our date another night, and it will be just as perfect,” you shrug. You bring her hands to your lips and kiss them in a way that you hope is reassuring.

“Are you sure?”

You roll your eyes now, “yes babe, I’m sure.” You lean forward to kiss her gently, doing all you can to convince her its ok. You pull back, but leave your foreheads together. “Now,” you look at your girlfriend and wait for her to open her eyes. When she meets your gaze, you smirk playfully. Quickly you turn her towards the door, “go tell Wanda, so the two of you can get ready for your date.”

She doesn’t budge.

“Go,” you slap her ass, “have fun. I’ll be here when you get back.”

That makes her move. The widow jumps and makes her way to the door, “ok, ok. Can we come see you later tonight?” She looks back you one more time with a smile, “we’ll bring you dessert.”

You throw her a mischievous wink, “you are dessert.”

~But I’ll never show it on my face.~

Once she’s gone, you drop the facade. Your smile falls, and you clench your jaw. You focus back on the punching bag, and you don’t even try to pull your punches. Letting out the frustration with each hit. You don’t register the pain until you see red smearing on the surface of the bag. You pause, looking down to find your knuckles split and bloody.

“Shit.”

On your way to medical to have Cho take a look at your torn knuckles, the sound of your girlfriends’ voices stop you in your tracks. Their whispering is hushed, and you know you should probably not be listening in on their private moment. Still, you listen silently from around the corner.

“No.”

“Moya lyubov-“

“No Nat,” Wanda insists, “we’re not doing that.”

The widow tries to reason with her, “Malyshka, its already been arranged. It’s decided.”

“I don’t care. I’m deciding. I am not going.” Wanda stands her ground, “We haven’t gone out all together in almost a month. I am not canceling the date with y/n to go on one without her.”

“Wan, y/n already canceled our date.”

The younger woman pauses, “why?” You wince at the hurt in her voice.

“She was there when Yelena asked me. I couldn’t say no to Lena without telling her why we couldn’t go, so y/n told me to say yes,” Nat’s voice is laced with defeat. She wraps her fiancé in a hug to soothe her, “I told y/n we’d bring something home for her. We’ll go see her when we get back and spend all day tomorrow making it up to her.” She presses a kiss to the other woman’s head, “I don’t like it either, but this is how it is right now…..” Natasha releases a long sigh, “We need to get ready to go.”

Wanda’s shoulders slump and her voice breaks, “I don’t want to.”

At that, you decide you’ve heard enough. You turn and continue your trek to medical swallowing the lump in your throat. Fighting tears the whole way.

~But we know this. We got a love that is homeless.~

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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🍁 Autumn & Halloween Prompt List 🎃

It's about to get spoopy up in here. We wanted to do something special not only to celebrate everyone's favorite season but also to honor the amazing writers and creators on Tumblr.

Most of us are creators of some kind — whether that be writers, gifmakers, or artists — and this time of year is hard. We start running into fatigue + the scariest thing during the whole Halloween season: creator's block.

✨ Cue the prompt list ✨

This prompt list is split into three groups: dialogue, scenario, and NSFW prompts. Each section has 31 prompts which are sorted with more general autumn themes first and Halloween-specific prompts after that.

A HUGE HUGE thank you to Shawni (@austin-butlers-gf), Sage (@fangirlwithasweettooth), Kenzie (@fangirl-imagines), & Gabby (@dontbesussis) for helping to create this lovely list!

Feel free to reblog + use for whatever it is that you create and post here on Tumblr! Happy Halloween and enjoy 👻 ♥️

DIALOGUE

[ prompts with / indicate that both characters A + B have lines ]

“You have a leaf in your hair.”

“You’re shivering.”

“Why don’t you take off that mask? I’d like to see your face.”

“You’re scared of that, really?”

“That’s your favorite candy? You have shit taste.”

“Promise not to laugh at me if I scream.”

“My friend abandoned me at this Halloween party and I don’t know anyone. But you look as miserable as I feel.”

“If you can’t summon flames directly from hell, store-bought is fine.”

“It says take one, love.”

“Well…you grabbed my hand first.”

“Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?”

“I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”

“You’re the devil in disguise.”

“Nice try. You’ll have to work harder to scare me.”

“I know you’re trying to be scary, but you’re just way too cute.”

“I couldn’t find a costume, so I just decided to go as your [partner/bf/gf].”

“You’re a scaredy cat.” / “I am not!”

“Boo!” / “You were scarier with the mask off.”

“What are you supposed to be?” / “It isn’t obvious?”

“Ew candy corn?” / “What? This candy is hated for no reason. It’s good!”

“That kind of scared me.” / “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“Kill me now and put me out of my sugar-fueled misery.” / “I told you to slow down.”

“Come on, it’s just a haunted house! It’ll be like a walk in the park.” / “More like a walk through hell.”

“There’s literally one candle flickering mysteriously. In what universe would I go over there?” / “Is that…a no, then?”

“Well, it is a seance.” / “Good thing the person I want to see is already here.”

“Oh no. You are not wearing the same costume as me! You can’t!” / “Well I did.”

“Ooh very scary!” / “That’s not part of the costume, dumbass.”

“You could have been a prince(ss).” / “Well, I wanted to be a(n) [insert costume] instead.”

“Who you gonna call?” / “Ghostbusters?”

“You look so stupid.” / “Well, that was the idea since I dressed as you.”

“What happened? Let me help you!” / “Relax, the blood is fake.”

SCENARIOS

Leaf hunting/raking leaves

Tailgaiting a football game

Getting drunk at Oktoberfest

Baking a pumpkin pie

Getting PSLs together

Visiting an apple orchard

Visiting a pumpkin patch

Carving a pumpkin

Making caramel apples

Bonfire

Corn Maze

Hayride (haunted or not)

Decorating for Halloween

Costume shopping

Buying couple costumes

Baking Halloween cookies

Haunted house

A doing B’s makeup for a costume

B doing A’s makeup for a costume

Watching a not scary Halloween movie (we recommend Hocus Pocus but take your pick lol)

Watching a scary movie

Halloween photoshoot

Setting up a haunted house

You’re actors in a haunted house

Masquerade ball

Going trick-or-treating

Handing out candy

Playing with an Ouija board

Telling scary stories

Bobbing for apples

Halloween/Murder Mystery Party

NSFW + AUs

[ most of the prompts can be adapted for NSFW or SFW themes but some are more suited to NSFW than others which is why we've separated them ]

“Love the costume but I’d rather see what’s under it.”

“Trick or treat.”

“I would light the candle but…I’m not a virgin.”

“I like your yabbos.”

“Don’t torture yourself ___. That’s my job.”

“Darling, you’re already in my veins.”

“I’ll be the demon to your angel.”

“I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love.”

“Just one bite…”

“You’ve been bad. Good thing my costume came with handcuffs.”

“He/She/They prefer(s) virgins.”

“I know what you should be for Halloween. Mine.”

“You’re not as scary as you think you are.” / “Maybe not. But I’ll still have you screaming tonight.”

“Everybody likes your costume better.” / “I could always take it off.”

"Forget the broom. Ride me instead."

“I may not be a vampire but I know how to suck.”

Rolling in the hay? Nah, rolling in the leaves

Sexy couple costumes

You’re stuck in the house of mirrors

7 minutes in heaven but make it Halloween (who can resist a good trope)

Painting each others’ faces/bodies

Mummy wrapping competition

A wears a sexy costume and teases B all night. B isn't happy.

A or B is under a love potion

Roleplay in costume

NSFW Halloween costume fashion show

Getting down and dirty in a corn maze and/or haunted house

Haunted bride/groom AU

Werewolf AU

Vampire AU

Succubus/Incubus AU

Bonus: “This is the skin of a killer, Bella.” 💀

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Disclaimer: Feel free to borrow prompts from this list to add to your own prompt lists but if you do, please reblog + credit the original creators of this list or link to this post for proper credit.

Halloween divider by gutterface on DeviantArt + retrieved from Tumblr.

#elvis #elvis 2022 #austin butler #prompt lists #writing prompt list #halloween writing prompts #autumn writing prompts #writing #stranger things #outer banks

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serxinns · 3 months

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Yabdere Class 1a with aizawa x reader genderswap M/n pov

"Why is the universe always trying to punish me," you thought to yourself while lying on the hospital bed "1st I had to deal with my overbearing classmates now some portal just spawned out of nowhere while I was sleeping and sucked me in" you slowly got up to see a tall male with dark greedy hair he looked like a hobo honestly but strangely he had the same uniform as your other teacher back home

"State your name and quirk," the man said in a monotone voice "Wow not even a are u ok?.." you thought but had to answer his question "My name is m/n l/n my quirk is *Insert quirk* also do you know how to get back at my universe..?" you asked the seemingly male version of your teacher "We don't know yet we're trying to catch the villain who's responsible for this so for now you're gonna be here with me and my classmates until further notice" you signed still processing the information he gave you but wanting to suck it up cause panicking and freaking out won't really do anything

He gave you your uniform and as you traveled down the hallway you were getting various about what this version of his classmates thought of him will they be as overbearing and clingy as they are you didn't even wanna think about the number of times your cheeks have been pinched by the girls and how the boys would try to impress you it all started as a fun little competition turning into a whole ass blood bath which worries you as much as you cared for them they can be a little overbearing at times

You walked into the classroom everyone was in shocked and whispering at eachother

"Is that really y/n?!"

"that isn't y/n Is it..?"

"Could it be an imposter"

"of course, Aizawa isn't that stupid to let a villain in here right..?"

The whispers were quickly hushed by Aizawa's voice "Class? M/n is gonna be staying with us until we can catch the villain and bring them both back to their dimension so yes this is y/n but in another dimension" Aizawa explained while the class had a mixed of shock and suspicion is it really you?

Time skip to lunch time

You were looking for a spot for lunch until you saw a pink hand waving you saw a pink-haired girl with pink skin looking exactly like Minako's you assumed this was his gender and decided to come and sit with them "It was an awkward silence once you sat at the table until mina spoke up "Are you y/n in a different universe?!" mina said with a wide grinned waiting for you to answer "Mina isn't that a little rude.." a red-haired boy you can assumed was the another version of your Kirishima "no no it's fine I can understand why she's asking that and yes I am I guess one thing I was sleeping peacefully on my bed the next thing im here" you laughed nervously trying to make this less awkward "But how do we know it's you.." "Hmmm OH I KNOW!" you reached into your pocket and got a picture of you and your classmates you handed it him and he snatched it rude

Bakugo examined the picture closely looking at all of the pictures Kirishima, sero, and Denki wanted to see as well and was shocked there are versions of them gender-bend versions! "now you believe me..?" the squad stared at you for a minute and mina suddenly gave you a big hug "eeeek It's really is you!" mina squealed obviously very happy to see that you aren't an imposter "Jeez y/- I mean m/n I didn't expect for you to be this muscular" Kirishima said while poking at your muscles

You blushed at that comment but shook it off

Once Mina told everyone else that you weren't an imposter they started to be more friendly izuku even wanted you to ask his questions you tried your best to answer them but by the days go they started becoming a bit too friendly...The girls were all. over you crowding around you asking questions some are even blushing while asking the questions while that was happening mineta glared at the boy who was getting crowded by girls and tsked "why is it always the new students that gets the ladies"

The class on the other hand was teaming up against each other just to hang out with you every Friday the bakusquad boys would invite you to have a boy's night out at the arcade and to compete while the dekusquad boys wanted to invite you to play bowling or to the carnival tokoyami , shoji, Ojiro, sato and Koda wanted to hang out at the outside mall to do fun actives while the girls argued that you wanted to do a fun fashion sleepover night

At training you would feel a bunch of eyes staring at your body heck even at your presence in general

Whenever you wanted to go somewhere your classmates insisted they wanted to go with you because they wanted to protect you if you declined they'd try to guilt trip you into taking them and if u still declined then they'll be a bit sad but understand

They'll never let you go they already have a plan for keeping you in their universe and once their y/n gets back home they'll have two darlings to play with~

#yandere bnha #tw yandere #yandere ua #tw obsessive behavior #yandere x reader #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #tw stalking #platonic yandere

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you told me that you often want to be in my inbox with “real shit to say” bcos you’d just go to our discord chat instead. and i didn’t realize that i actually identity with it as well. i’m here with “real shit to say”

sex and love and drama addicted anakin skywalker would be turned on by the process of artificial insemination.

it shocks you. not because you’re a stranger to such a standard medical procedure, but because of how starkly contrasted it compares to his usual desires. it’s impersonal. would he not prefer making a baby the way he knows how? fucking it into you?

he moistens his lips and tells you the darker facets of why it agrees with him. how you don’t know what you’re getting when you subject yourself to the procedure. a complete stranger’s sperm being used on your perfect and untainted body in order to create life. who knows if they even gave you the semen of the donor you picked? what if a cruel doctor saw it fit to choose for you? that’s what he would do- in the shoes of a doctor. he’d decide none of these options were good enough for you and cum into a vial himself. fertilize you, completely without your knowing.

BUGGYYYYY!!!!!!! HIHIHIHI hello, hi hellooooo. You said Real shit and by fucking god you meant real shit.

First of all, I love how much this breaks out of what we tyically establish for anakin, because you're right it's impersonal, it's clinical, it's clean, it's everything the he considers completely un-erotic. But, you know our motto, "the question is never 'would anakin do this?' the question is 'how would he do this?'" So, let's talk about it!

cw ahead for: medkink, dubcon fantasy, noncon fantasy, impregnation kink

Honest to god, I feel this this would stem from his own personal mistrust of human medical professionals. Anakin does not like to be vulnerable, so if he's injured and in someone's care he just always prefers medical droids, he trusts them so much more because (for the most part, sans Artoo) they have no will to impose on other people's vulnerable, injured bodies. But then that gets him thinking about... vulnerability, and how much he likes seeing you be vulnerable. I like to think he tried imagining about some faceless doctor doing it and it left a bad taste in his mouth. He hates the idea of them feeling entitlement over your body like that, but him?

It's a rare thing for anakin to step out of his own shoes in fantasy, never really a stickler for day dreaming in that way, not since he was a kid, but he imagines himself as a doctor. He's masked, gloved, standing at the foot of your medical table, half hard at the sight of you in stirrups alone. He thinks about teasing his gloved fingers along your opening, probably cool and dry from being exposed like this. The way you'd jump if you werent expecting it, how you'd squeak the way you do when you're caught off guard.

"It's standard proceedure to elicit lubrication before inserting the apparatus, page 3 of the package you signed," he says. It isn't on page 3 at all, there's a tube of lube meant to go directly on the insemination device on the counter, just out of your eyeshot.

"Right, right sorry. I'm just a bit nervous," you settle back into your position.

He does decently to hide the way his breath is thin and high in his chest with arousal. when he speaks. "That's quite alright, no need to apologize." Stupid, he thinks. Stupid, girl, did you even bother to read the forms? it says nothing of the sort, you're so lucky it's him in this room with you and not some stranger who could be a lot meaner about this than he is.

He eases his finger in, god you're tight. The gloves must feel strange inside you, he doesn't miss the way you try not to squirm. You get wet easily enough, he has half a mind not to call you a slut and roughen up his pace for it. Sticking the apparatus inside you is... maker, he never thought he could get so hard. I can't tell you what it looks like in the SW universe, chrome, sleek smooth, in-fucking-human; watching it slide in goes straight to his dick. When it's deep enough there's gentle whir from the aparatus as it empties his cum inside you. He wishes it were messier, wishes you were gushing with it, who gives a fuck about efficiency if enough of his cum is being stuffed inside you to leak out of your hole. But those are impatient thoughts, the technology will do it's job, he trusts that. Soon enough, he'll get to watch you ache and swell.

This was so much fun, I've never writen med kink before! I'm gonna be so honest, appologies if there are any discrepansies with my literary usage of.. uh.. tenses. I wanted to get this idea down before I lost it. But yeah, thanks buggy!

#donnie does 👑#anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #tw medkink #tw medical kink #tw dubcon #tw noncon

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callsign-magnolia · 1 year

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Right Here Waiting // Bob Floyd

A/N: This is my first reader insert story and I'm quite proud if I say so myself. This is also the longest story I have ever written! This is for @roosterforme's #Love is in the Air challenge! I wanted to have this out in February but life prevented that but it's here now and I hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings: Major character death, mentions of cancer,, mentions of Alzheimer's, postpartum depression, mentions of cheating, smut, angst and overall sadness!

Synopsis: Your life with Robert Floyd from start to finish.

Word Count: 25.8k

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I met Bob Floyd when I was in college. Him at the Naval Academy, and I was at the University of Maryland in College Park. "Come on! It'll be fun! There will lots of cute guys from the Academy!" I shook my head as I laid back on my bed. "Annette, I'm not really feeling it tonight. I'd rather stay here." This was the fourth week in a row she invited me out with her. Her boyfriend was attending the Naval Academy and she went down every Friday to see him. "So, lame." I sat up, raising a brow at her. "Did you just call me lame?" She nodded, just barely glancing over her shoulder at me. "I did." She knew I couldn't stand that. "I'll show you lame! Give me twenty!"

Soon we were at a bar at Annapolis. I had on a silver party dress, heels, the whole nine yards. "That last stop at the tanning bed this morning really did it for you." Annette said and I smiled. "You think? I almost double dipped and got a spray tan too." She rolled her eyes. "What? Tanning is not just a style, it's a way of life!" I said as she led us up to a group of guys. "BABY!" She squealed, rushing up to one of the tall guys, jumping into his arms. I smiled as I watched them, high school sweethearts who were still so in love. "Luke, this is my friend!" He shook my hand as I gave him my name. "Nice to meet you." The night went on, and we partied but I noticed one guy at the bar, drinking water and sitting alone. "His name is Robert Floyd." Luke said as he came over. "He's in the Academy with us. Tends to keep to himself." I smirked. "Then I guess I'll change that."

So, I did. I walked over to him and decided to take up the seat next to him. "Wanna buy me a drink?" I joked and he looked to me, wide eyed. "M-me?" I nodded, resting my chin in my hand. "Why me?" I giggled at his question, a little tipsy. "Why not you?" He seemed confused by my question. "You've sat here all night, while your friends are drinking and dancing. Figured you could use a friend." He smiled at me. "That's very kind of you. I'm uh, Robert Floyd." He said, holding out his hand. I shook it, giving him my name. "That's a beautiful name." A blush crept up my cheeks. "Thank you." He chuckled, liking the way my cheeks heated up. "What would you like to drink?" He asked, standing to go to the other end of the bar. "An Ultra, please." He smiled, turning to leave but turned back, furrowing his brows. "You'll be here when I come back, right?" I nodded. "I'll be right here waiting."

And I was true to my word. I did wait. I was still sitting there when he came back. We hit it off, and soon we were dating. He would drive to me or I to him. Soon summer came and he asked me to meet his parents, so I booked a flight out to Oklahoma. "You're picking me up, right?" I asked as I stood at my gate, waiting to board. "Yes, honey. I'll be right here waiting." Sure enough, he was. I ran towards him, launching myself into his arms. "Oh, I missed you." I muttered into his shoulder, he chuckled, letting me down till I was steady on my feet. "It's only been three weeks." He said, a smile on his face. "Three weeks too long." He leaned down, capturing my lips with his. Once he pulled away, he pulled me close, a smile on his face as his glasses slid down his nose.

"Come on. Ma and Pa are excited to meet you." He said as he guided me over to baggage claim. "Can we stop and get some flowers before we get there?" I asked as he grabbed my suitcase from the conveyor belt. "Flowers? Why?" He asked, surprised by my request. "I'm not showing up to your parents’ house empty handed! My own mother would be angry if I did!" He chuckled, taking my hand as he led me out of the airport. His parents were amazing people, owning a small ranch in Oklahoma and raising three kids. Robby being the middle child, and one of three boys. His older brother Zeke was a chemical engineer, and his younger brother Michael was in his junior year of high school. "So dear, Robert tells us you attend the University of Maryland. What are you in school for?" His mom asked as we sat down for dinner the first night. "Oh, education. I want to be a teacher." She grinned at me. "Elementary?" I shook my head. "I love kids, but I think I'm better suited for high school. I hope to be a college history professor one day!" His dad nodded at me. "Big dreams, stick with them. Robby tells us you work hard so I have no doubt you'll achieve that goal."

His parents took me in as their own, loved me like the daughter they never had. My parents on the other hand, took a little convincing. They were worried about Robby being in the Navy, my dad feared he'd break my heart, my mom worried something would happen to him and leave me crushed. But, once they met him, they loved him. I grew up an only child. They wanted more but after me, mom couldn't have any more kids. My dad loved him like a son, taking him out to the garage to work on his cars with him. My mom stuck to embarrassing me with childhood pictures, which Robby loved.

But soon we went back to school and stayed together. Upon his graduation, I pinned his gold bars to him as he graduated second Lieutenant. It was a wonderful week for him, seeing all of his success. Pride swelled in my chest, seeing him in his dress whites. "I'm so proud of you, Robby." He grabbed my hand, kissing it. "That means a lot to me, coming from you."

I graduated the same year and soon we were separated. He went to Pensacola, and I got my first teaching job at a high school in Maryland. "You'll be here when I come visit?" I nodded. "I'll be right here waiting." He smiled, kissing me before boarding his flight for Florida. It was hard. There were times I questioned if we would make it, but after his graduation from flight school he was sent to NAS Pax River, right here in Maryland. He lived on base, and I had a tiny, one bedroom apartment not far. We spent so much time with each other, as much as we could spare, because I knew, soon he'd ship out.

That came about two months after he was stationed. Orders came and took him from me. "Keep this safe while I'm gone?" He asked, placing his class ring on my thumb, the only finger it'd fit. "I will. I won't take it off." He smiled, kissing me fervently as we stood on the docks, tears running down my face. "I don't want you to go." He gave me a teary smile, and I took his new glasses from him, cleaning them off before sliding them back on his face. "I'll always come back to you. I promise." He held me close as I nodded, my hands resting on his chest. "I'll be right here waiting. Always." He held me until he was forced to board. I sat there for the rest of the day, wishing the ship would turn around and bring him back to me. I was a wreck. My students noticed, my parents noticed, and his parents noticed when they called. I cried and cried. The facetime calls didn't help, as soon as he hung up I cried some more. My chest ached and I felt like it would never end. He never told me when he was coming home. So, I screamed when my apartment door flew open and pointed the knife in my hand at whoever came in.

But I dropped immediately as I saw Robby standing there, huffing with his hands on his knees. A cry escaped my lips as I rushed him, throwing myself into his arms. "You're home!" I cried into his shoulder. Once he caught his breath he all but dropped me, and I stumbled back as he fell to one knee. He grabbed my hand, taking his class ring off my thumb in a rush. "Marry me." It wasn't a question and I was baffled at the suddenness of it all. "I don't have a real ring; this is all I can offer you right now. But all these months apart have made me realize, more than ever, I don't want to, and I can't live my life without you by my side. So, will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Floyd?" I had to catch my breath, tears streaking my cheeks. "Yes. Yes!" I squealed as he pulled me into his arms, his lips finding mine. That night we called our parents and his mom sent his grandmother's engagement ring. It took a while but when it arrived, I was in love. A simple gold band with an oval cut diamond with a halo of smaller diamonds around it. Soon we were planning a wedding. He was still stationed at Pax River, so we opted for a wedding in Annapolis. In the chapel of the naval academy. Why not get married in the place it all started?

Our wedding day was hectic as everyone rushed to get ready. Annette was my Matron of honor, and Luke was Robby's best man. They got married right out of college, not wanting to wait any longer. I wore a ballgown style dress, long lace sleeves with a veil that trailed behind me. I always joked that if my husband-to-be didn't cry as I walked down the aisle, I would turn around. But I never told Robby that, and I didn't have to as tears rolled down his cheeks behind his glasses. He stood there, handsome as ever in his dress whites and I almost couldn't wait to get to the end of the aisle. My dad gave me away and Robby and I both cried through the ceremony. "I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." He grabbed me, pulling me into a passionate kiss before letting go. "I now announce to you, Mr. & Mrs. Robert Floyd!" I couldn't help the squeal that escaped me, and I leapt back into his arms, kissing him again before we made our way back down the aisle and out the door.

"I think I know what song our first dance will be to." He told me that months ago, but never told me what it would be. He just pulled me to the dance floor for our first dance and I started crying as the opening keys of Richard Marx's 'Right Here Waiting’ played. "I will always be waiting for you, Robby. Wherever we go." I said before resting my head on his chest as he slowly spun us around the dance floor.

Our first year of marriage was bliss, he moved off base with me and stayed stationed at Pax River until orders came. Once again, I had to let him go and it wasn't any easier than the first time. "I'll be right here waiting for you." I said as he kissed me. "And I'll always come home to you." With that, he was gone and all I could do was work and wait. But Robby was different when he came home this time. More closed off, more reserved. I never pushed him to talk but soon he started getting up in the middle of the night, leaving and coming home early in the morning and immediately showering. He wouldn't hardly touch me anymore. All the signs pointed to another woman, but I didn't want to believe it, I couldn't. The Robby I loved would never do that to me, but I didn't know this Robby. So one morning after his shower, I cornered him before he could get dressed for work.

"Are you okay?" He just hummed, nodding. "Where do you go?" He stopped, turning to me. His pants were unzipped, unbuttoned, and he had no shirt on. His jaw was slack, as if he couldn't believe I'd ask. He ignored my question, getting dressed as tears rolled down my face. "Is it another woman?" I asked as he walked by me, and he stopped. "I don't want to believe it. But every sign points to it." He just stared at me in shock. "If you're struggling, I want to help you. But if there's someone else, you have to tell me." He shook his head, rushing over and taking my face in his hands. "No. Honey, I would never. I just- this last deployment was hard. We lost some good people and I’m struggling to process it."

My heart broke for him. I was so stupid to think he'd ever do that to me. I took his glasses off, running my thumbs under his eyes to wipe away tears before holding his face. "Let me in, Robby. Let me help you." At my words, he broke. He sunk to his knees, holding me close and burying his face in my stomach. I just shushed him, running my fingers through his hair as he cried. I let him cry until he was done, standing and holding him close. "Don't shut me out again? You shouldn't have to carry all of this alone." He kissed my head before resting his cheek on my head. "Thank you, darlin. You don't know how much that means to me." I smiled, pulling away, keeping my hands on his ribs as I looked up at him. "I'm right here, Robby. Always waiting for you."

A few more years down the line, Robby was called up for Top Gun. We cheered as he hoisted me into his arms. "I always knew you were the best, honey!" We celebrated until he left for San Diego and while it was hard for us to be separated, it was a little easier knowing what an achievement it was. I was unable to get off work for his graduation, which hurt but he knew I was right here, waiting for him. He got orders for a mission immediately after and he would be gone another two weeks and had to be completely dark. But once he docked back in San Diego, he called me. "We're moving." I furrowed my brows as I sat at my desk once the school day finished. "Moving?" He hummed on the other end. "Lemoore, California." And with that we got to packing. He moved out there before me, it was three weeks from the end of the school year, so I decided to crash with a coworker until I finally left for Lemoore.

I launched myself into Robby's arms at the airport, just happy to be with him again. "You ready to see our house?" My eyes widened at his words. "House?" He nodded, carrying me over to baggage claim. "No more apartments! We have a house, with a large porch and a big yard. Perfect for little feet to run around." I leaned back as he held me, my hands resting on his chest. "Wait. Are you saying you're ready to try?" We had talked about kids, but we wanted to enjoy being married for a while first. "I am if you are." I smiled widely, resting my forehead on his. "I say we start as soon as we get home." He kissed me passionately, holding me so close. "We'll christen every room of the house." I squealed, kicking my feet in excitement as he set me down to grab my bags.

Of course, when we got home, he kept his promise. "Fuck, Robby." I cried as I bit into his shoulder. He had me up on the kitchen counter as he thrust into me. "That's it, Darlin." He moaned into my neck. It was almost animalistic, the way he fucked me. I was never left unsatisfied, unless he did it on purpose. In the midst of my thinking, Robby pulled out. I gasped as I heard the familiar pop and the empty feeling that followed. "Robby, please." I whined as I tried to pull him back in. "Nope. I said every room, darlin." His voice was husky as he chased his breath. He wrapped his arms under my thighs, carrying me to the living room which was lacking a couch. He laid me on the floor under the large picture window before slipping back in again.

"Fuck me, Robby. Please." I begged. "You're so pretty when you beg for me." He said as he ran his finger down my cheek, fucking into me again. He kissed across my chest, taking one of my nipples in his mouth, making me moan loudly. "I can't wait to see you pregnant. Swollen with my baby." He said as his hands rested on my waist. His words alone were enough to send me over the edge, making me cry out as I came. My legs locked around his waist as he finished, making sure he came inside me, keeping him there. "I love you, Mrs. Floyd." He said as he tried to catch his breath. "I love you so much more, Mr. Floyd."

We tried and we failed many times. "I'm sorry, Robby." I cried into his chest as he held me on the couch. "Don't apologize, darlin. It'll happen when it's our time." He said as he kissed my head. Soon I quit sobbing and only had a few hiccups here and there. "I just want to give you everything." He chuckled, playing with my hair. "You're everything I could ever need, darlin'. I'll always be right here." Once again, another deployment came though, a shorter one. Twelve weeks in the pacific. I scored a teaching job on base, which kept me busy during his deployment, and so did the puking. I had been getting sick since two weeks after Robby left and I immediately grabbed some pregnancy tests from the pharmacy on my way home. I threw everything in the floor by the front door as I rushed down the hallway to Robby and I's room. I went into the en suite, peeing on the sticks before letting them rest on the counter. I waited in the bathroom floor , twiddling my fingers as I waited for my phone to go off. Once it did I scrambled for the tests, dropping them into the floor before flipping them over. Three positives stared back at me.

I squealed loudly, jumping to my feet as I bounced around the bedroom. I rushed over to my full length mirror, lifting my shirt. There was nothing there, nothing to be noticed. But I felt it, my whole body filled with joy, and I could feel the little baby inside me. "Your daddy is gonna be ecstatic." After that I went to see my gynecologist, struggling to keep still as they did the ultrasound. "There they are!" He cheered, pointing at the screen. "There's your baby." He printed off pictures and I kept one on me at all times. I wanted to tell Robby, but he had to go dark for the entire mission, so I wouldn't be able to talk to him till he came home.

But soon, the twelve weeks were up and now I was just waiting for him to show. I was in the middle of teaching when I heard my class start whispering and giggling. "I didn't think the Civil War was funny." I said as I turned around, eyebrows raised. My students were all facing the door to my right, and I turned. A gasp escaped my lips as Robby stood there in his dress whites, flowers in hand. I rushed forward, launching myself at him, wrapping my arms around him. "Your home!" I cried as he held me. "I'm home." I gasped again, fighting my way out of his arms and rushing for my purse. I grabbed the ultrasound, running over and holding it up. "I'm pregnant." He was shocked, gently taking the picture, staring at it through his large glasses. "You're pregnant." I nodded and he set the flowers down on my desk, swooping me into his arms again. "How long?"

"Twelve weeks as of two days ago." He cheered, spinning me around. "YOU'RE PREGNANT?!" One of my students yelled, making everyone else get excited. "Yes, I am!" They all cheered as Robby took me in his arms again. "I love you Mrs. Floyd. More than anything in the entire world." He muttered against my lips as his hand drifted down to my stomach. As the months went by, Robby was a champ at dealing with me. Midnight cravings, he was up and getting it. He even took me to McDonalds at two a.m. because I wanted their fries. So, we sat in the truck, fries resting on my small belly as devoured them. As I got bigger, he slid my shoes on my feet for me, he helped me shave, he made my food. Anything I need, he did. Until he had to leave again.

"Back to Top Gun?" I asked as I sliced some radishes. "Has that ever happened before?" He shrugged, taking a radish slice from the cutting board. "Beats me." I sighed, setting the knife down and looking at him. "How long?" He smiled at me. "Three weeks." I laughed. "That's a cake walk compared to any other deployment you've done!" I looked at him again and he kept his head low. Looking at me through his glasses. "Darlin." He took my hands, leading me to the couch and setting me down as he kneeled in front of me. "This... is the most dangerous mission I will probably ever go on. It's likely someone isn't coming home, and that someone could be me." "Don't say that." "Hon-" "No! Don't put that out in the universe! I don't want anyone to die, but especially not you!"

I grabbed his cheeks, running my thumbs under his eyes. "Robby, I can't go through life without you. Me and ducky, we need you. I can't do this by myself. Don-don't say that because if something happens I-I can-I won-" "Okay! Okay, I'll be fine. This mission will be fine, and I'll be home before you know it." After seeing how upset he made me, he made sure not to say something like that again. So, the day he left for Miramar, he kissed me on our front porch and cradled my swollen belly. "I love you. So much and I'll be home before you know it." I nodded as he kissed me again. "Stay right here, Ducky. Don't even think about making an early debut." He said to my belly before placing a kiss on it. "I'm just barely seven months pregnant and the doctor says everything is normal. By the time you come home we'll be gearing up for the delivery." He smiled at me, kissing me and my belly one more time before he walked out to his car. "I love you!" He waved. "We love you too! We'll be right here waiting!" I yelled as I waved back.

But I wasn't waiting. Two weeks later I was in the middle of class when my phone went off. I ignored it but it immediately rang again. "Um, excuse me for a second guys." I told my senior class as I grabbed my phone. "Hello?" I answered the unfamiliar number. "Is this Mrs. Floyd?" My heart sped up. "This is she." "Mrs. Floyd, I'm sorry to report that your husbands plane crashed during a training exercise. A bird strike occurred and took out their engines." My chest tightened at her words as I leaned over on my desk. "He'll be transferred to Sharp Coronado Hospital." I opened my mouth to ask a question, but she beat me to it. "I'm afraid I have no information on his condition as search and rescue are still looking for him and his pilot." "Thank you." I wheezed out before she hung up. "Oh god." I cried as one of my students, Cassidee came over. "Mrs. Floyd you need to sit down." She helped me into my chair as she sent another student next door.

Soon, my coworker Miranda came in. "What happened?" She asked as she rushed over. "His plane went down! They haven't found him yet; I don't even know if he's alive!" I squalled. All she could do was hug me, holding me as I soaked her dress. I was sent home, which killed me. I called the hospital, looking for word and no one had one. I waited for another call, but no one ever did. So, I did the next best thing. I packed a duffel bag and hopped in my car, driving down to North Island. I cried the entire five-hour drive, showing my ID to get on base and immediately went to the hospital. It was ten o'clock by this point and I walked over to the front desk in the ER. "Hi, I'm Robert Floyd's wife. I was told he was being brought here but I haven't been told anything else." The nurse nodded, typing in the information I gave. "Oh my, he's been here for a while now. He's up on the ninth floor. Go through these doors and take the first elevator on your right up to the ninth floor." I nodded and rushed through the doors, taking the elevator up to the ninth floor.

Once I arrived, I saw a nurses station and rushed over. "My husband is here. I just got here, and I don't know what state he's in, can I see him?" "Ma'am, I need you to calm down." I took a deep breath, knowing she was right. "Visiting hours are over. You can come back at eight." My eyebrows shot up. "Eight?! I just drove here five hours from Lemoore because no one can even tell me if my husband is alive! I want to see him!" I said as I slammed my hand on the counter. The girl just raised a brow at me. "You can't see him. Visiting hours are over." I scoffed. "Can you at least tell me if he's alive?" Surely she could, if he was on a floor, he had to be alive right? "Come back at eight a.m." What the hell? "I'm his wife! I have a right to know if he's alive or not!" She groaned, rolling her eyes. "Look, those doors aren't going to open for visitors until eight a.m. You can either leave, or I can call security and have you escorted out!" If I wasn't pregnant, I'd come across this desk. "No! I'm going to park my pregnant ass in a chair, and you can stare at me all night! Then, at eight a.m. you're gonna open those fucking doors for me!" I said before marching towards a chair and settling in it.

"Does she want me to feel bad for her?" She remarked. The other girls looked uncomfortable, but never said anything. Soon I drifted off from exhaustion, with tears soaking my cheeks, and laid in the chair, waiting. "Mrs. Floyd?" My eyes fluttered open to see an older gentleman looking at me. "Whose asking?" I groaned, rubbing my belly as a small cramp passed through. "I'm Captain Mitchell. I've been training your husband." At the mention of Robby, I jumped up as best I could. "I'm so sorry, Captain." He grabbed my arms, steadying me. "Bob wasn't lying, you are pretty far along." I nodded, my hand running over my belly. It was a comfort at this point. "Robby. Is he okay?" Captain Mitchell furrowed his brows. "Has no one called you?" I shook my head. "I got the original call saying his jet went down. I don't even know if he's alive. He has to be, right?" He nodded quickly, reassuring me. A cry escaped my lips, realizing he was alive. "He is. They kept him overnight for observations, but he did get a few scrapes and bruises. Have you not seen him?" I shook my head. "I got here at ten last night and she told me I could only see him at eight. Is it eight?" I asked, looking down at my watch.

His face contorted in to anger before he stormed away from me, over to the nurses station. I couldn't tell what he said, until he yelled. "SHE'S HIS PREGNANT WIFE AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN TELL HER HE WAS ALIVE?!" It startled me, making me jump slightly. My watch said nine-thirty, and I sighed, walking over. "Come on. I'll take you to see him." I nodded, following Captain Mitchell as his hand rested on my back. It was aching from the chair, so the pressure was nice. "He's in here." I looked through the sliding glass door to see him in the bed closest to the window and a girl in the bed closest to the door. A whole group of people stood around them. Captain Mitchell opened the door, alerting everyone of our presence. "Holy-Darlin, what are you doing here?" He asked as I cried and pushed past everyone to get to him. I sat on the bed as I pulled him into my arms. "You're alive. Thank god." He held me as I cried into his neck. "Of course, I'm alive. Why would you think otherwise?" He pulled away, holding me a few inches away. "I only got the first call. They hadn't found you yet and no one called to update me."

His face hardened in anger, something I don't see often. "I'll set it straight, honey. Don't worry." He said as he kissed my forehead. "I can't believe you drove down here." I nodded as another small cramp went through me. "Can barely get behind the wheel but I made it." Someone cleared their throat and we turned to see his team staring at us. "When were you gonna tell us you were married?" The short guy with a buzz cut asked. "Yeah, and with a little rugrat on the way." The one with a mustache remarked. "Keeping me a secret, huh?" I smirked at him. "Wasn't my plan. Guys this is my wife." The way my name rolled off his lips always made a warm feeling settle in my belly. "Do you know what you’re having yet?" The girl in the bed next to his asked. We shook our heads as Robby grabbed my hand. "We want to be surprised." She grinned as Robby introduced me to everyone.

"Honey, this is Natasha Trace or Phoenix. She's my front seater." I waved at her before turning to everyone else. "This is Payback and Fanboy, Fanboy is a WSO like me. Then you have Coyote, Hangman and Rooster." I waved at everyone before the nurse came in. "Well good news. You both have clean scans and are free to be discharged." Natasha sat up, looking to the nurse. "Are we allowed to fly?" The nurse nodded enthusiastically. "Sure are!" Everyone cheered and I stood, a sharper cramp shooting through my belly and I winced slightly. "Hey, you okay?" Fanboy asked and I nodded, before another cramp hit, making my hand fly to my swollen belly. "You okay, honey?" I nodded but cried out as another cramp hit, the sharp pain making me bend over slightly, resting my hand on the bed.

"Hey, darlin. You gotta talk to me here, what's goin' on?" He asked as I sat back down, his hand slowly rubbing my belly. "I think it's Braxton hicks, but god it hurts!" I said as tears welled in my eyes. "Should she be seen?" Rooster asked and I shook my head. "No, you're getting seen." I shook my head as a sob escaped me. "No, my doctor is in Lemoore, we can't have this baby here." Robby stood, grabbing my hand in his. "Well, you can't have it out in the parking lot either. Come on, mama." The nurse said as another young nurse brought a wheelchair in. "No." I said and Robby sighed, standing and saying my name with a stern tone. "Get up, we're going to get you and Ducky looked at." I couldn't argue in my state, so I let him and the nurse help me up and get me into the wheelchair. "I'm gonna get changed and I'll be there." I nodded as the nurse wheeled me out.

They got me in a room and started doing exams when Robby burst in. "Shouldn't you be in training?" He shook his head. "I'll go after this. Maverick said I needed to be here." I nodded as he took my hand, kissing my wedding ring before we turned out attention to the doctor. "So, it looks like all the stress has pushed you into early labor." Both of our eyes widened. "Wh-what?! We don't have my hospital bag packed; we don't have any of the babies stuff!" The doctor quickly shook his head. "I'm not comfortable letting you go into labor at twenty-seven weeks. So, we are going to stop the labor but you will have to be on bed rest until you give birth." I sighed but nodded. "We are going to keep you here for a while for observations, and if everything goes well you will be discharged this evening." I nodded as he walked out. "Where are you staying?" I bit my lip, knowing he would be very upset with me for sleeping in the waiting room. "I don't know. I slept in the waiting room last night." "You what?!" I leaned me head back, looking up at him with doe eyes. "Why would you do that, darlin?"

"I didn't know if you were alive, and the girl at the nurses’ station was a grade A bitch. I wasn't leaving till I saw you." I crossed my arms over my chest, looking out the window. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my head. "I love you, Mrs. Floyd." I turned to face him, his lips softly landing on my own. "I love you too, Mr. Floyd." His hand rubbed my belly, bringing me a little comfort. "I love you too, Ducky." He said leaning down and kissing my belly. "Okay, go. You need to train if you're gonna come home to me. No more accidents." His gorgeous blue eyes stared into my own. "You know, you two were the only things I could think of when we burned in. The thought of leaving you two alone, it killed me." I gave him a teary smile as he kissed me again. "That's why you're training, so you don't leave us alone." He nodded, kissing my head before standing in his flight suit. "I will figure out where you're going to stay until I get back. You're on bed rest and I don't want you too far." I nodded and pointed to my purse. "And I guess I will find a sub for my class." He handed me my purse and kissed me one more time before, begrudgingly, leaving.

I found a sub and relaxed the rest of the day and soon, as I was getting dressed to be discharged, Robby came back in after his day of training, showered and in a fresh set of jeans and a white t-shirt. "Hi, honey." I said, taking his face in my hands and placing a kiss to his lips. "Help me?" He nodded, clipping my bra and helping me pull my leggings on. I groaned as I sat on the bed, leaning back so he could slip my shoes on me. "I'll be glad when I can dress myself." He chuckled as someone knocked on the door. "Come in." The door opened and I turned, surprised to find Rooster there. "Oh, hi!" I said, attempting to sit up. Robby chuckled, taking my hands and pulling me up. "Sorry. I'm just a little big to be sitting up without rolling off the bed." I said and he laughed. "Honey?" I turned to Robby who looked nervous. "I didn't feel comfortable putting you in a hotel room. But Rooster has a spare room in his house and said you're more than welcome to stay with him." I bit my lip, nervous. It wasn't that I didn't trust Rooster, he seemed kind and caring but I would be invading his space, and a lot of it.

"Oh, Rooster. I appreciate it but I don't want to invade your space." He shook his head. "No problem, it was my parents’ house and honestly, it's a little quiet in there. If it makes you feel any better, my roommate in college got pregnant and I helped her through the entire pregnancy. So, I have some experience." I smiled at him but opened my mouth to protest. "I'm not giving you an option on this one." I raised a brow at him in surprise. "I never tell you what to do, but I am now. You need someone there with you when I can't be, and I trust Rooster." I sighed, knowing there was no point in fighting with him. "Okay." He kissed my forehead before helping me stand. We took my car, following Rooster to his cute little bungalow about a mile off base. Robby grabbed my bag as Rooster helped me inside. "Okay, guest room is upstairs. I'll show you." Robby and I followed Rooster upstairs and into the medium sized room. It had a bed, a dresser and a small chair in the corner. "Okay, it's not huge but the bed is really comfortable, and the sun keeps the room warm." I smiled as I sat in the chair, finding it was comfortable. "Thank you, Rooster. I really, really appreciate this." I said as my hand fell to my belly.

"No problem, I'll let Bob help you get settled. How does chinese sound?" I moaned as my head fell back. "Heavenly." He chuckled, turning to Robby. "You staying for dinner?" He nodded as Rooster stepped out and Robby helped me get settled. "I don't know how I'm going to sleep." I said as I refolded a shirt before handing it to him to put in the dresser drawer. "I know, and I'm sorry, honey. I am just more comfortable with you being here than in some hotel farther away from base. I'll be here every evening after training, until I absolutely have to be back on base." I smiled, leaning up and kissing him. "And I'll be right here waiting for you."

I was, Robby came by every evening and only left when he had to. As for me, I wasn't sleeping. "Hey." I jumped slightly, turning to see Rooster leaning against the kitchen door frame. "I'm sorry, Rooster. Did I wake you?" He shook his head. "No, I got up to use the bathroom and noticed the light from upstairs." I nodded, eating the croissant I pulled from the container I got from the grocery store. "How do you feel?" He asked, leaning against the stove, drinking his water. "I'd be better if ducky would get off my bladder and stop rolling around." He raised a brow. "Ducky?" I nodded. "We don't know the gender and we got tired of saying 'it' or 'they'." Suddenly, Ducky rolled around, making me groan. "Ducky is also upset Robby isn't here. He's the only one who can calm ‘em." Rooster grinned at me, coming closer as Ducky stuck their foot in my rib. "Wanna feel?" He nodded and I grabbed his hand, placing it on the left side of my belly. "Hang on." I said, shifting his hand before we both gasped, mine in pain and his in amazement. "That always amazes me." He said as Ducky kicked his hand again before stopping all together.

"Ducky stopped." He said and I nodded. "Sure did. Your hands are about the same size as Robby's, probably thinks your him." He removed his hand, and thankfully, Ducky stayed still. Rooster finished his water and turned to leave before I stopped him. "Rooster?" He turned to me, a soft smile on his face. "What are the odds Robby doesn't come home?" I asked as tears gathered in my eyes. "Well, I can tell you they're choosing two teams and with his and Phoenix's accident, their chances of being chosen are a little slimmer. But Phoenix is one of the best pilots I know, and Bob is an amazing WSO so it's not impossible they'd be picked. But I can promise, we'll all do their best to bring him home." It made me feel a little bit better knowing he had a team who would do their best to bring him home. "Thank you, Rooster. That does make me feel a little better." I said as I stood. "Now, let's go back to bed before Ducky decides to wake up and roll around some more." He chuckled, helping me back upstairs and into the guest room. "Goodnight, Rooster." I said as I sat on the comfy bed. "Goodnight."

"Our mission was moved up." Robby said as we sat on Rooster's sectional, my feet in his lap as he rubbed them. My eyebrows shot up in confusion. "What?" They nodded. "A whole week." I groaned, my head falling back. "Well, at least that means this is all over faster. Then we can go home." He nodded, kissing my forehead. That night, with a lot of help, Bob and Rooster took me to the Hard Deck. It was so odd being pregnant and in a bar. "Here, mama." Penny, the bartender and owner said, setting two glasses of water down in front of Robby and I. "Thank you, Penny. I hate to be a bother, but can I also get an order of those loaded tots?" She nodded, putting in the order. "Bob, come on. Play a round." Hangman called and Robby kissed me sweetly, before getting up and going over to the pool table.

Penny came back, setting the basket of tots down in front of me. "So, how are you feeling, having to be on bed rest and all?" I sighed, leaning back. "It's killing me. I'm a busy body. I'm used to getting to work at seven and staying till four, then I'm usually bustling around the house until Robby and I go to bed. Now, Rooster gets me set up on his couch before he leaves for work, and I stay there most of the day." She gave me a small smile. "I was on bed rest with Amelia. We were high risk, so I spent most of my time on the couch as well." I sighed, resting my chin in my hand. "And now their mission was moved up and I'm worried. What if something happens while they're gone? I'll be all alone." She smiled, resting her hand between my shoulder blades. "You're not alone. You can call me any time, day or night. If you have a question, or if somethings wrong. I live ten minutes from Rooster, so I'm close by if you need me." I smiled at her.

"That makes me feel so much better, thank you Penny." She nodded. "Stop by the bar before you leave, and I'll give you my number." I nodded, and she rubbed my back before standing and walking back to the bar. "Everything okay?" Robby asked as he came over, pool cue in hand as he picked up his water. "Yeah, Penny is gonna give me her number before we leave. She said she would help keep an eye on me while you guys are gone. Which makes me feel a lot better." He visibly relaxed, his head tilting slightly. "That makes me feel a lot better too, darlin'." He said before leaning over the table, kissing my forehead. Everything would be okay, it had to be.

The end of the week I stood on the docks, Robby holding me close as his lips rested on my forehead. Penny standing behind us, ready to take me home when they left. "We'll be back before you know it." His words caused me to sob as I wrapped my arms around him. "Come home to me." He sighed as one hand drifted down over my belly. "Honey, you know I can't promise that." I stood straight, looking into those blue eyes that I fell in love with. "No! You promise me this time Robby! Please!" I begged as I fisted his shirt. "Darlin-" "Robby, please!" I was a wreck, burying my face in his chest. I had been upset saying goodbye before, but my gut didn't feel right. I wanted to beg him to stay, but I knew I couldn't. He would've been ripped from my arms anyway, so this was the next best thing. "I can't promise you that." His words broke me, my shoulders shaking violently as he held me. "I can't live without you, Robby."

He swayed us back and forth as he held me. I'm sure I was attracting a lot of attention, but I didn't care. The horn on the ship blew, saying it was time for them to board. "No. No!" I yelled as Penny gently grabbed my shoulders. "Honey." Her grip was firm, but not harsh. "He has to go. He'll be home soon." Robby nodded, taking my hand and kissing my ring. "Here." He said, slipping off his class ring, sliding it on my thumb. "Keep this safe till I come home." I barely managed to nod, the memory of his first deployment playing in my mind. Penny held my head against her shoulder as Natasha came over, resting her hand on Robby's bicep. "Time to go." She muttered. I lunged forward, grabbing her hand. "Natasha. Just, watch out for him and please, try to bring him home." She nodded. "I'll do my best; you just keep Ducky safe in there till we bring him back." I nodded as her hand brushed my large swollen belly before walking away with him. "Are you usually this tore up about him leaving?" Penny asked as she wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "No. Not since his first deployment." She nodded. "What's different?" I sighed, resting my head on her shoulder.

"Him and Natasha were picked to fly this mission. Since his accident I've been betting on them getting made spares, but they aren't." She squeezed me but we were both caught off guard when we saw Robby shove past Hangman and Coyote, rushing towards us. "What's wrong?" I asked when he got within earshot. He never stopped, grabbing my cheeks and pulling me into a searing kiss. "I didn't kiss you goodbye." He said, kissing me again before getting on his knees, kissing my belly. "And you. No more surprises, you be good for your mama." He muttered against my belly, and Ducky decided to kick against his hand that stayed attached to my belly as he stood. "I love you, Mrs. Floyd. More than anything in this world." He said before kissing me one more time. "Lieutenant Floyd!" A tall man yelled behind him. "Better go, Cyclone can be a hard ass." Penny said and he nodded, kissing me one more time. "I'll miss you two." I nodded. "We'll be right here waiting." I said before he sprinted back towards the ship.

Penny and I stood there waving as they set off, the ship growing smaller and smaller as it drifted. After a few minutes Penny turned to me, "Do you want to stay a while?" I shook my head immediately. "It won't do me any good. My back is killing me anyway." I said as I pressed on my lower back. Penny smiled at me and took me back to Rooster's. The rest of the week dragged by this bed rest was killing me. But what killed me more was the no contact rule Robby had. I could only wonder what was going on out there, in his world. Halfway through the week Penny called, telling me she forgot she promised her daughter, Amelia, she would take her on a sailing trip this week. I told her to go, but she decided to wait until the day everyone came home. I was buzzing that morning, excited and nervous. I wanted to hold Robby in my arms, but what if he doesn't come off the ship?

Soon, I couldn't stand it and decided to go to the docks an hour early. When I arrived, there were only a handful of people there, milling about, making conversation with each other. I stood in my sundress, hair hanging down around my shoulders, and sunglasses covering my eyes. The sun beamed down as I wrapped my hands under my belly, ducky rolling around, making me groan. "Ducky, please. Your daddy will be home soon." I started swaying in hopes it would soothe ducky, but no such luck. "Do you want to sit?" I turned to see who spoke, seeing a woman around my age with a little girl in her lap. Normally I would say no but sitting sounded too good right now. "Yes, please." I said as she slid over, allowing me to sit next to her.

"How far along are you?" She asked, nodding to my belly. "Twenty-nine weeks. She tried coming two weeks ago, but the doctor stopped my labor." She smiled at me. "Grace here came at twenty-five weeks. We spent a while in the NICU, but now, she's the happiest baby." I smiled as the little girl reached out, resting her hand on my belly. "I'm Maria." I smiled at her, giving her my name before looking back at Grace. "How old is she?" I asked as she wrapped her hand around my finger. "Eight months." She said as Grace leaned forward, resting her head on my belly, making us laugh. We sat there talking for a while until finally the ship docked. I knew it would be a little longer before his group would deboard, so I sat there with Maria until her husband rushed forward, gathering both of them in his arms. Maria introduced me to her husband before they left.

With that, I was alone. I decided to stand, wandering through the crowd as I held the bottom of my belly. After another twenty minutes, and his group started stepping off. Rooster stepped off first, looking rough. Mav almost matching him as far as cuts and bruises went. My heart rate sped up as his team filed off, Hangman, Phoenix, Coyote, and the rest of the team. My breathing became labored as I didn't see him, that is, until he came rushing off the ship. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I saw him attempting to look over everyone, looking for me. I put my hand up, catching Rooster's attention who grabbed Robby's shoulder, turning him to me. His smile lit up his face as he rushed over. He dropped his bag just before he got to me. "You're home!" I cried as he gently wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. His hands rubbed my back as he buried his face in my neck. "I'm here. I'm here." He reassured me. Soon he pulled back, lifting my sunglasses to rest on top of my head and brushing hair from my face. "Oh, I love you." He whispered before he leaned in, his lips pressing against mine. Our lips molded together, warm and familiar as my hands rested on his neck as his wandered to my belly. He held me as close as he could with my belly in the way. He pulled away, resting his forehead on mine.

"How was Ducky while I was gone?" He asked as he rubbed my belly. "Fine. But honey, Ducky is gonna have to play a sport. They've spent a lot of time rolling around in here." He chuckled, getting on his knees, kissing my belly. Ducky kicked his hand, making his bright smile cover his face. "Oh my god, I have missed you two." He chuckled as he stood, kissing me again. "I told you; we'd be right here waiting for you." He smiled, kissing me again, stealing my breath. Soon we went back to Rooster's where the boys showered as I tossed some sandwiches together for them. "So, I got orders to relocate." Robby said as he held me. "What?" I asked as my face fell. "We're ten weeks out and Ducky will probably be here before that. Where?" I rushed out as he tried to calm me down. "Here. Miramar." I groaned, resting my head on his shoulder. "When does it go into effect?" I asked as he rubbed my back. "For me, immediately."

"What are we gonna do? All our stuff is still in Lemoore, including all the baby stuff. We finished the nursery, I mean, Robby we had dreams of raising kids in that house! It'll take forever to get base housing; we'll have to stay in a hotel until something becomes available!"

"What about living off base?" Rooster asked as he came in, rubbing his hair with a towel. "There's a house just down the road that's been on the market for a few months. You guys are also more than welcome to stay here as long as you need." My shoulders slumped, feeling defeated. "Hey," Robby said, pulling me into him. "It can't hurt to look at the house. Who knows, we may fall in love with it." I nodded my head slightly as I wrapped my arms around his midsection. "Okay." And we did. We met with the realtor and fell in love with the two story bungalow. It had four bedrooms, three and a half baths, large kitchen that I couldn't wait to get in. But what sealed it for us was the enormous backyard that had a white privacy fence around it. We put in the bid and now we could only wait.

"We still have to get all of our stuff. That's gonna take time." I said as I laid my legs across Robby's lap. His strong hands immediately found my feet, making me moan in pleasure. "Fuuuuuuck." He chuckled as he massaged my feet. "We can hire movers." I bit my lip. "Yeah, but that will cut into the cost of the house, if we get it of course." He hummed before we sat there in silence. "You think your parents would come out and help?" I groaned, my head falling back on the couch. "Probably, but then they won't leave until Ducky arrives. I love my mother but seven to ten weeks of her is too much." He chuckled and nodded. "What if the team helped you guys move?" Bradley said as he sat on the other side of the sectional. "We couldn't take up your leave like that." I said and he shrugged. "I really don't think anyone is going to mind. Even if everyone else says no, I'll help." I smiled at him before turning to Robby. "We're keeping him around." I said, making them laugh.

That night was the first night we shared a bed in weeks. Robby laid his head on my chest, his hand rubbing my belly as mine played with his hair. "Have you thought about if they're a boy or a girl?" He asked me. "I'm set on a girl." I said and he smiled. "Me too." I bit my lip, looking up at the ceiling. "So Violet Marie Floyd for a girl." He nodded. "And Zachary Robert Floyd if it's a boy." My heart pounded at the thought of our baby being named after him. "I love you Mr. Floyd." He grinned, placing a kiss to my collar bone. "I love you, Mrs. Floyd." He still made my heart flutter, and I had a feeling he always would. That weekend the team went with us back to Lemoore to get all our stuff. We rented a U-Haul and hit the road. Once we got there I was exhausted, only wanting to sit on the couch. "Where do we start first?" Hangman asked. "I would start with the kitchen. We'll leave the bedroom furniture and couch for last that way if we have to stay the night, we have places to sleep." They nodded and set off. "Hey, honey!" I called from my spot on the couch.

"Yeah?" He asked, coming to stand next to the couch and running his hand through my hair. "Could you bring me some of our clothes, or the baby’s clothes? I'll fold them." He sighed, squatting down and resting his hand on my leg. "Are you sure you should be here? You seem exhausted." I nodded. "I am, and my back kills. But our obstetrician cleared me for this, so long as I don't lift anything heavy." He pursed his lips but nodded. "Okay." With that he kissed my head and went to get me some clothes. By the next day we were home, and within two weeks we closed on the house down the road. "We'll get out of your hair, Rooster." I said as I carried a small bag in my hands, Robby not letting me carry anything else. "I'm actually gonna miss you guys being here. I've gotten used to the noise." Rooster and the team helped us get the nursery set up, painting, hanging curtains, setting the crib up.

And just in time too. Two days later I was lying in bed, staring at the clock. A harsh cramp shot through my belly, and after a minute it went away. Five minutes later another and after thirty minutes of contractions I turned to Robby. "Robby." I said and before I could reach for him, he sat up. "Are you okay? Is it time?" I nodded. "It is." His grin lit up his face before he leaned forward, his lips landing on mine as his hands cradled my face. "It's time. Oh my god." I could see tears welling in his eyes. "It is, we have time but let's not wait too long." He nodded. "Okay, let's get you changed into something warmer, and I'll get dressed." He leapt up, getting us dressed before we made our way downstairs. Robby drove us to the hospital, and soon we were in a room. "Get some sleep Robby, it'll be a while." He shook his head, pulling a chair up and grabbing my hand. "No, you get some rest. I'll be right here waiting when you wake up." I leaned down, kissing him softly before closing my eyes and attempting to get some rest.

There was no rest, even after my epidural. After eighteen hours, my legs were in the stirrups, and Robby held my hand, his other hand wiping sweat from my forehead. "Come on honey, just a little more." He said as I was mid push. "I see the head!" The doctor called, but I eased up as the contraction ended. "I can't. Robby I can't." I cried as he brushed loose hairs from my sweaty forehead. "We can't back out now. Ducky is almost here." He said as he knelt on the bed next to me. "You are strong, and brave. Now, we're right at the end here. So, on this next contraction, you have to push darlin." I took a deep breath and nodded as the next contraction hit. "Okay, mama. We need you to push." I did as the doctor said, a scream ripping from my throat. "IT'S A GIRL!" The doctor yelled, but it was quiet. "Why isn't she crying?!" I asked in a panic. Anxiety shot through me as I sat up, squeezing Robby's hand. I watched as a nurse suctioned something from her mouth and soon, a noise more beautiful than anything else I'd ever heard echoed throughout the room.

"Here mom." A nurse said, opening my gown to lay her on my chest. "Oh my god." I said as tears rolled down my face. "Hi, sweetie. Hi Violet." Robby said, running his hand over her head, little tufts of hair covering it. "Darlin', she's perfect. Thank you." He said as he kissed my lips softly. Robby changed that day, in the best way. I knew he loved me, but his love for Violet was beyond comprehension. Mine was as well, but they immediately formed a bond that made them inseparable. "I love you. Yes, you're perfect." He said as he cradled her in his arms. She had to stay in the hospital for a few days, as her bilirubin levels were higher, and she became Jaundiced. Robby and I stayed with her as much as possible, rotating out when we were there but soon, we got to bring her home.

That was terrifying. No one else there to monitor her except Robby and me. But it was a breeze, she was an easy baby, not giving us many problems. I waited till the next school year to go back to work, wanting time with Violet and Robby. But finally, the time came, and I started at a school on base, Violet going to daycare just up the street. I was excited to go back, ready to be back in a classroom and teaching. But that first day, I realized something. "I want to go back to school for my PhD." I told Robby that evening. "Hm, Dr. Floyd. I like it." He said as he wrapped his arms around me. "So, you're okay if I go back to school?" He nodded, kissing me sweetly. "Anything you want, honey. I'll be there to support you." I squealed, wrapping my arms around him. "Thank you!" He chuckled, swinging me around until a scream from the floor caught our attention. Violet sat on the floor, her bottom lip wobbling as she looked at us. "Oh, did we leave you out of the love?" Robby asked, swooping her off the ground. Seven months old and she was a daddy’s girl through and through. I walked over as he held her, wrapping my arms around him. We both kissed her cheeks, making her giggle as she sat in her father’s arms.

With that I started on my PhD and poured myself into work and my family, and on Violet's second birthday I walked up to Robby. "I have a present for you." He furrowed his brows as he hung streamers along a wall in the living room. "It's Violet's birthday, not mine." He said as I held out the little box to him. He kept one arm around my waist as he opened the box. "You're serious?" He asked, looking to me with teary eyes. "You're pregnant again?" I nodded as he kissed me. "Yes, we're having another baby." I said as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, kissing him sweetly. That evening once both of our parents and the dagger squad arrived, we announced it. "OH MY GOD!" My mom screamed, rushing me as I stood next to Robby. Throughout the nine months I was pregnant, it was fairly easy, much like my pregnancy with Violet, without stress sending me into early labor. But soon we welcomed Zachary Robert Floyd into the world. He's the one that pushed our boundaries, seeing just how far we could go. He was also, of course, Violet's little brother and the one she'd tease constantly.

But a year after Zach was born, I finished my PhD, and scored a job at a university on base. "You're going to kill it today." Robby said as he took my hand, helping me out of the car. "I love you, Mr. Floyd." I said, kissing him softly before pulling away. "I love you too, Doctor Floyd." He annunciated, making me grin. "Okay, go. I can't have you being late. Maverick will humiliate you if you are." He nodded, getting back in as I walked inside and into my office. I had been here a few days prior setting it up, but I had one last thing to add to the shelf above my desk. A picture of Robby and I, both holding the kids. Him with Violet in his arms and me with Zach. I smiled at it before heading into the lecture hall. Many of my students were already here, scrolling on phones or laptops, not paying me any attention. After ten minutes almost every seat was full, and my heart was pounding with nerves. I picked up my phone, texting Robby.

I'm shaking, what if I screw up?

I set my phone down, pulling up my syllabus on the screen before looking back at my phone.

You won't. You're Dr. Floyd, a kick ass history professor and my amazing wife and beautiful mother of my children. You know your lecture in and out, there's no doubt in my mind you'll do great.

Tears welled in my eyes that I had to wipe away. 'I got this, I can do it'. I told myself before standing in the middle of the floor. "Good morning." I said and got a mumbled response back, something I wasn't used to as my high school students would echo back loudly. "I am Dr. Floyd. My degree is from the University of Maryland, where I'm from. Also, where I met my husband who was in the Naval Academy at the time. We are now stationed here permanently on North Island, and we have two kids." I was trying to personalize myself with them, maybe make them more comfortable. First days are uncomfortable for everyone. "College history is a little different from high school. There is no sugar coating the horrors that took place. It can make you feel uncomfortable, which is good, that's how we prevent these things from repeating. But history isn't all bad, we had great things happen. The discovery of DNA, signing of the Magna Carta, the development of CPR, discovery of Vaccines, the Suffrage Movement. We hear a lot about the bad, I also want to highlight the good. Now, before I go over the syllabus, any questions?" My smile took over my face as many hands shot up. Maybe I would be good at this.

A few years later, Robby and I celebrated ten years together. Of course, we celebrated when I handed him another pregnancy test. "Really?" I nodded as he took my face in his hands, kissing me fervently. "Baby Floyd number three!" We cheered. Little did I know, this pregnancy would be much different. I was sick the entire pregnancy, up until the last few weeks of it. But my back killed by that point, I was so big I could barely waddle. I was twelve days late and if I didn't go into labor the next two days, I would be induced. "I can't anymore." I cried as I sat on the edge of the bed. Robby held me close as I cried. The kids were at school and daycare while Robby and I were at home, hoping I would go into labor. "I know, darlin'." He said as he kissed my head. "We've done everything we know to induce labor." He said as I continued to cry. Until it hit me. I sat up straight, looking up at him. "Have sex with me." He furrowed his brows. "You sure? You haven't wanted me to hardly look at you this whole pregnancy." I nodded, scooting back and laying on the bed, attempting to push my shorts down my legs. "Yes, now get your pants off and come on!" I demanded. He stripped before helping me to get my own clothes off.

"Hey." He said as he grabbed my thighs, hiking them on his hips. I looked up at him as he leaned down, kissing my cheeks, cleaning them of the tears. "No matter what, we'll be okay." He said and I stared up at him. He gave me a small smile and I reached up, my hand resting on his cheek before slowly traveling up into his hair. My other hand grabbed the stem of his glasses, pulling them off and setting them on the bed side table. "I know we will, we always are." He smiled, leaning down and kissing me gently. His hands held my hips gently as my fingers entwined in his hair. He kissed from my lips, down my cheeks until he got to my neck, where he paused licking under my ear. A moan slipped through my lips, making his cock twitch between my legs. "You're sure about this?" He muttered against my neck before he kissed his way down, taking my nipple in his mouth. "Yes." It was a high-pitched whine. The sight of him leaned over me, nipple in his mouth, cock ready for me had me soaked. "Robby, please." I begged, my nails raking across his shoulders. "Whatever you want, honey." He said as he grabbed his cock, nudging my entrance.

I gasped as he entered me, it's been months since we've had sex, so I had to readjust to his size. "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" I shook my head, my arms wrapping around his shoulders as he kissed my neck. "No, Robby move, please." I could feel him grin against me, thrusting into me gently. "Fuck, darlin'. God, I've missed you." He moaned out. He sat up, sitting back on his calves as he held my hips. "You look so pretty beneath me, so full of me." He had a raging breeding kink and at almost forty-two weeks pregnant that shouldn't turn me on, but it did. His hand ran over my belly before his hand slid up, grabbing my breast as he fucked me. Soon I felt a cramp ripple through me, but I didn't want to stop. I had missed him, and it would be weeks before we could be this close again. He had a glow to him, a thin sheen of sweat covered his body, making him glow. "Robby." I cried as he rolled my clit in his fingers. "Come on, darlin'. I know what you need." He mumbled as he continued to thrust into me. His hair was a mess from where I had my hands in it, his lips swollen from all the kissing we've done. "I love you." I moaned as he rubbed my clit, making my core tighten. "I'm gonna cum, fuck Robby, I'm close." I cried as he smirked at me before he leaned down, taking my nipple into his mouth again. The stimulation was enough to push me over the edge. "Fuck!" I cried out as I came, clenching around his cock, legs shaking. His jaw dropped as he came inside me, making him look almost ethereal.

He laid next to me, laying his hand on my belly. "Anything?" I nodded as another contraction hit. "Yep, contractions started not long after we did." He shot up as his eyes widened. "What?! Why didn't you tell me?!" I giggled, pulling him into my kiss. "I wanted a little more time with my husband." He just sighed, resting his forehead on mine. His hand rubbed my belly. "I love you too." I smiled at him, and we laid there, waiting on my contractions to get closer together.

And they did, but ducky number three was difficult, not wanting to come out easy like the other two. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Floyd. You need to have a C-section." I was breathing heavily as I looked up at Robby. "Is that the only way?" He asked as he held my hand, swiping my hair from my forehead. "If she keeps up her chances of losing her or the baby or both increase exponentially." We both nodded immediately. "Do it." He nodded and soon I was rolled into an OR as Robby stood next to me, holding my hand. "It's gonna be okay. You both are going to be okay." He said as tears welled behind his glasses, as he held my hand. I cried when they laid our baby on my chest. "Hi." I cried as he looked at me, eyes matching his daddies. "Hi, Michael." Michael William Floyd was our third baby. He was the perfect baby like Violet was, generally happy most of the time, even when you'd expect him to be upset. Four weeks after Michael was born, Robby got deployed for an entire month. "NO!" Violet screamed as she held onto her father. "Baby, daddy will be back." I said as I crouched down next to her, holding onto her so she wouldn't chase him down. Michael and Zach were sitting in the double stroller thankfully, I couldn't handle all three loose.

Robby came over and crouched down in front of her, her little arms going around his neck as he did. "Daddy, don't go." She mumbled into his shoulder. He looked at me, tears running down his face at her little voice. "Baby, I have to go. But I'll come back, I'll always fight to come back to you." She cried as he pulled away, clinging on to him as best she could. "Here, I want you to keep this safe for me." He said as he held out his class ring to her. Her sobs turned into little hiccups as her head rested on his collar bone, her little fingers wrapping around the ring. "You ring?" She asked, toying with it. "Yeah, you know I used to give it to mommy when I went away. It was my way of telling her I would be home soon." Violet looked up at him, her eyes that were an exact replica of his, showing the love and adoration she had for him. "I'll be back, baby. I promise." He said as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, taking her into his arms and standing. "Can you be good for mommy while I'm gone? Help her with your brothers?" She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. "I don't feel good leaving you alone here. You're still recovering from your surgery, a major surgery." He emphasized. "I'll be fine. I will just have to take it easy for a while, and that means you'll have to walk on your own two feet little missy." I said as I tickled Violet's belly, making her giggle. It was still the most beautiful noise I'd ever heard. "Bobby!" Hangman cheered as him, Coyote and Rooster walked over. Violet grinned, reaching for her uncle Jake. Those two get into all sorts of trouble together, making him her favorite uncle, but Rooster was Zach's favorite. "TOOSTER!"

Rooster reached down, plucking him from the stroller. "How's my little buddy?" Zach pulled his thumb from his mouth, looking at him. "Tired." He said as he laid his head on his shoulder. Soon the boat signaled it was time for them to board, Hangman handed Violet back to Robby who squeezed her tightly. "I'm coming home, okay?" She nodded but the tears running down her face told me she still wasn't happy. Rooster set Zach back in the strolled and Robby set Violet on the ground as I crouched down, taking her in my arms. "DADDY!" She screeched as I held her. Robby had tears streaming down his face as he boarded the ship. Violet flailed in my arms as we watched the ship set off, I tried to give her a few minutes but soon half an hour went by, and she was still inconsolable. I wasn't supposed to lift her but as she laid on the ground, I knew she wouldn't get up any time soon.

"Vi, come on baby. Let's go home and get you some lunch." I grabbed her under her arms and as I lifted her, I felt the pull in my belly, but she decided to kick her feet. Landing a kick right to my incision, making me yell out. I was already stressed about Robby leaving and she wasn't helping. Wrangling the kids while recovering from surgery was so hard, and I felt like a failure most of the time. Violet cried most of the week, in turn making her brothers cry. The only relief we got was when we all piled into the bed at night, little feet in my side as Michael slept in his bassinet next to the bed. The day Robby came home the kids had been awful and I wasn't handling it well. When he walked through the door, I was breastfeeding Michael, almost falling asleep as Violet and Zach fought with each other over toys.

I barely managed to give him a smile before he came around the couch. He kissed my forehead before our oldest two tackled him to the floor. The noise didn't go away, but now, it was easier to deal with and everything felt right in the world. Soon he managed to come around and sit on the couch with me, taking Michael when he was done eating. "I got him, honey." I shook my head. "You just got home, why don't you go shower?" He shook his head. "I just want to hold you both for a while." He said as he held Michael and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. That night after we ate dinner, Robby attempted to pull me into the shower with him. "No, Robby. You shower in peace. I should stay out here so if one of the kids wake up-" "They won't. Come on, I just want to be close with my wife." I wanted to, but after having my C-section, I didn't feel like myself and I didn't want him to see me. "No." I shook my head, pulling away.

He let me go, and I closed the door behind me. I checked on Michael in his bassinet before deciding to just go ahead and lie down. I was exhausted and in pain. I haven't had proper downtime since a little before Robby left and I was paying for it now. So, I laid in the bed, covers pulled up to my chin, darkness laying over me like a blanket. Robby came out of the bathroom, turning the lights off before walking down the hall to the kids’ rooms. It's what he always does, he goes and watches them for a few before coming back. I was comfortable and warm when he came in, but not asleep. I felt his hand brush some hair off my forehead, back into the bun I've had in for a week.

"Mommy's not herself, huh buddy." I opened my eyes to see him bent down into the bassinet, his finger brushing Michael's cheek softly. "I guess I wouldn't be either if I'd done all the things she has. She gives me you and your brother and your sister. You kids and your mama make my life complete." Michael gave a yawn in response, making Robby's shoulder's shake in a chuckle. "Goodnight, little buddy. I love you." He leaned into the bassinet, kissing his chubby cheek before coming around to his side of the bed. I shifted closer to the edge as he laid down on his side of the bed. I wanted more than anything to roll over and curl into him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I looked even worse than when he left. My shirt was covered in milk stains, my hair was all kinds of knotted, I haven't had a proper shower in a week, only able to get in long enough to rinse off. So, as we laid there in the dark, I felt more distant from my husband than ever. The thought gutted me, tears streaming down my cheeks as I silently cried.

"Okay!" He jumped up, turning on the lamp on his side of the bed. "I can't take this. Darlin', please, just look at me." I didn't until he reached across me, his hand cradling my cheek and coercing me to roll over. "I need you to talk to me. I can't help you if you don't and to be honest, you're scaring me right now." Sobs racked my body as his blue eyes gazed down at me. "I'm such a bad mom!" I cried and he sighed, pulling me into his lap as he sat back against our headboard. "You're an amazing mom-" "No I’m not! Every time I turned around, I was just yelling at the kids because they just wouldn't behave! I let them eat candy for breakfast, watch as much tv as they wanted. I just couldn't handle it! How can I be a good mom if I don't make them eat healthy, or make them play outside?" He sighed, pressing his lips to my forehead. "Stop. You're a good mom and you were put in a situation you've never really been in, and you've also been recovering from surgery. You did what you could." He muttered against my forehead, his hands holding me close as his thumb rubbed my side.

"There's more to it though. I can tell." My eyes were locked on Michael's bassinet. "I hate myself." It was barely a whisper, but he heard it. His hands stopped and his hold loosened. "What?" It was as if he couldn't believe me. It's hard to see how we couldn't believe me. "Look at me," I said as I sat up, pushing myself away from him. "I'm a mess, and I've gained so much weight. I look like shit; I feel like shit. How can you even stand to be around me?" I asked as I stood from the bed, pacing next to it. "Honey-" "I'm so fucking gross, Robby. Why don't you feel the same way I do?" I stopped, finally. Standing before him as more tears fell and my body slumped. "Okay first off," He said as he crawled to his knees on the bed, taking my face in his hands. "You're not gross. I don't feel that way about you because I love you. I don't care what you look like. Because to me, you will always be my gorgeous wife and I will always view you as the woman standing at the other end of the aisle looking like a literal angel." He finally sat, pulling me down next to him as he did. "You had a surgery and Michael is our third baby. Your body is going to need time to heal and recover and it's not going to happen overnight. But I don't care about any of that, because this body. It gave me some of the greatest gifts I have ever received. It has given me three more reasons to live, to fight to come home."

He had tears streaming down his own face now, and I felt bad for making him cry. "I think you're gorgeous, and I will never view you as anything less." He was silent for a moment before standing, pulling me with him into the bathroom. "What are you doing, Robby?" He lifted me onto the counter, grabbing the bottom of my shirt, my hands flying out to stop him. "I'm making sure that you never view yourself like this again. We're gonna get you back in the right headspace, honey. I promise." That night I finally let him undress me, his lips placing soft kisses along my body as he did so. A shudder flew through my body as he kissed the curved scar on my belly. He helped me into the shower, joining me as he took my hair down, knots tugging on my scalp as he did. He gently picked out what he could before washing and conditioning my hair and taking his time to wash my body. Once we were done, he carried me back to bed, but I sighed as soon as we laid down because Michael woke up.

"Stay. I got him." I shook my head, sitting up. "Robby-" "Honey, in all honesty I really just wanna hold him and feed him." I couldn't help but nod and lay back down. "Is there any milk downstairs?" I nodded. "I put some in the fridge the other day for you." He smiled, leaning down and kissing my forehead. "I'll be right here waiting." He nodded before taking Michael downstairs. I laid there thinking about how lucky I am to have such an amazing husband, wondering what I did to deserve him. I tried to stay awake, but I was exhausted and soon drifted off, but I woke up just enough to feel his arms wrap around me and a kiss being placed on my forehead. It got better after that. He spent time with the kids like he wanted and even invited Annette to visit so I could have some time to feel like an adult. He said, "You need time to remember you're a person outside of being a mother and my wife." After talking to my doctor, he put me on some anti-depressants which made a tremendous difference in how I saw the world. I had more patience and was able to be a better mother and wife.

We made great strides as parents and in our careers. "Yo-you wanna make me head of the history department?" Dean Lowden nodded. "We do. Your work has proven that you're one of the best we have and we want you to head up the department." I accepted of course, and as I rushed home I was surprised to see Robby still in his flight suit, which was unusual because he liked to come home clean for the kids. "What's-" "They wanna promote me to Commander!" My jaw dropped before I rushed him, launching myself into his arms. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" I screamed as he held me. "I have news as well!" "Please not another baby, not right now!" I shook my head with a laugh. "The Dean appointed me head of the department!" His jaw dropped as he yelled out. We were both jumping around and yelling as Violet came downstairs. "What's wrong with you two?" She had sass now, at eight years old. "Oh!" Robby said as he swooped her up. "Great things are happening baby girl!" He said as he squeezed her, making her giggle. Soon our other two came downstairs to see why we were all yelling. Zach at six and Michael at four. Things seemed to be right in the world at the moment. "You know, you said something about a baby." His eyebrows shot up. "No, but I think we're done. I think these three are all I want." He grinned, leaning down and kissing me sweetly. "If that's what you want, I'm happy with it."

"Thanks for having us over, guys!" Jake said as he grabbed another beer as he held Violet. "You're welcome, we love having you guys over!" I said as I followed him to set the charcuterie board on the coffee table. The past year since we both got promotions has been great. We were spending so much time with the kids, and each other, we were thriving. As I set the tray down everyone reached for it and I managed to barely get out of the way. I chuckled as I wrapped my arms around Robby, his own holding me close. We watched as the team watched the football game and played with the kids, their own kids joining in. I watched as Michael squealed when Coyote tossed him across his shoulder. "Are we sure we're done having babies?" I asked and just after that, Zach got sick in the hallway. "Yep. We're done." He said as we both grabbed Zach to clean him and the floor.

A few months later I got sick and felt like I was dying. So much so Robby called Rooster and Phoenix to watch the kids while he took me to the ER. I was constantly puking; I hadn't eaten in two days and I was severely dehydrated. Once they got me in, Robby sat with me as they ran tests. "Dr. Floyd. We're going to take you in for an X-ray. Is there any way you could be pregnant?" I shook my head no. Once we decided we were done having kids we went back to birth control and using condoms. "Alright, let's get her in." A nurse grabbed my bed as I looked at Robby. "I'll be right here waiting for you." He leaned down and kissed my forehead before they wheeled me out. They laid me on the table as I felt nauseous again and just as they were about to do the scan the door blew open. "STOP!" I was so confused and growing nervous. "She's pregnant!" "WHAT?!" I yelled, almost rolling off the table.

That was a really hard time for us. We wanted this baby, but our hearts were set on enjoying watching our kids grow without starting over. "It takes two to make a baby!" I huffed as I stormed out into the garage, not wanting the kids to hear us arguing. "No shit sherlock! But you're the one who forgot the condom!" I said as I whipped around to face Robby who followed me out into the garage. "And how do you know you didn't forget a pill? Huh?" I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him a smug look. "Because I checked when we got home from the hospital." He scoffed. "Not hard enough because I also checked and you missed a pill, the same night I forgot the condom!" I furrowed my brows. "There's no way." I pushed past him and rushed up to our room. I pulled the pack from my bedside table, cursing when I saw the pill still in there. "Oh my god." I groaned, sinking down onto the bed. It wasn't that I blamed Robby for this, I should've noticed he didn't grab a condom, but we were all over each other and rushing to get out of our clothes.

"This is on both of us. The blame doesn't fall to just one of us." He said as he sat next to me, but I just jumped up, going into the bathroom. I was mad at myself for letting this happen, mad at our situation. I stayed mad throughout my shower and after we put the kids to bed, as a couple like always, before we silently went to bed ourselves. I'm not sure how long we laid there, both on our backs, staring at the ceiling but soon he spoke up. "I love you." I couldn't help how the corner of my lips twitched upwards. "I love you too." After a moment, his hand found mine under the covers, intertwining our fingers. "We're gonna love this baby just like we love Vi, Zach and Michael. Right?" I could only nod as tears welled in my eyes. "Robby?" "Yeah honey?" It took me a minute to reply, my throat feeling thick as I started to cry. "Hold me?" He rolled over, pulling me into him and I buried my face in his bare chest to cry. The very next morning he told me he scheduled a vasectomy. I was a little surprised, but I wasn't complaining.

Nine months later we welcomed another boy, Alexander Thomas Floyd. The recovery from this c-section was harder physically but easier mentally because Robby got to stay home longer. Violet was older and dying to help as much as possible and so was Zach. Michael wasn't too happy about no longer being the youngest, but he soon grew to adore his baby brother. Not long after Alex was born, Robby's parents came to visit, which was a big help in my recovery and gave Robby and I some time together. In fact, about six weeks after, while his parents kept the kids we went out to the hard deck. "HEY!" Everyone cheered as we walked up. "How you feelin', Mama?" Rooster asked, pulling me into a hug. "I'm sore. But I'm happy to be here." He chuckled before letting me go and I hugged everyone else, saving Phoenix for last. She squeezed me before pulling back, tears in her eyes. "What's wrong?" She shook her head before reaching back into her purse, pulling out an all too familiar stick. "I'm pregnant." She said it so quietly, but I couldn't help but scream. Soon everyone knew and the question came. "Okay, but who’s the baby daddy?" Hangman asked, his arm around his own girlfriend.

Rooster sneakily slid a little closer, his hand on her back. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" I yelled, smacking his shoulder. "Are y'all dating?" She nodded quickly. "We have been for about eight months. We wanted to keep it quiet for a while, but then this happened." I could tell by the look in her eyes, she was scared, terrified. "Were you guys planning on having a baby?" Rooster shook his head. "That was pure accident." Robby chuckled. "We know a thing or two about accidents." I chuckled, tucking myself into his side. The rest of the night was filled with questions from Natasha and Rooster who both were scared shitless. Once the night was over, Robby drove us to the hotel room he booked. We were giggling like teenagers as we rushed into the elevator and up to our floor. As we approached our room, he lifted me into his arms, bridal style, and carried me into the room before he carefully sat me on the bed, leaning over me. "I love you, Mrs. Floyd." He said as he leaned down to kiss me, but I stopped him with a finger on his lips. "I have a title, Mr. Floyd." He just grinned against my finger. "I love you, Dr. Floyd." I laughed, pulling him into a kiss. "I love you, Commander Floyd."

Soon he pulled us up, dragging me to join him in the shower. His lips were attached to my neck as his hands wandered my body. "Fuck, Robby." He chuckled against my skin as his fingers brushed over my scar. "You keep that up and I'll have to ignore the doctor." I moaned out as he nipped at the space just behind my ear. "No, you won't." He said as he pulled away. I whined as he did so, but he just smiled, and we finished out shower before curling up in the fluffy bed together. "We're really done having kids this time." He said as his hand ran across my belly. I still had baby weight, but I have to remind myself I wouldn't lose it all right away. "Well, I hope so because you got snipped. If I get pregnant, we have a problem!" He chuckled and we laid there in the quiet before finally drifting off.

We made sure to do things like that often, reminding each other we have lives outside of our children and our jobs. It rekindled that spark we had at the beginning of our relationship, not that we ever lost it, we just make time to enjoy it now. As the kids grew, they all formed their own interests. Like Violet, she picked up softball and she fell in love. When she wasn't training, she was working with Bradley who offered to train her in his down time. Zach picked up a fascination for aviation. He loved going on base and seeing the jets take off. But one thing he loved even more was when he turned ten, Mav's gift to him was taking him up in the Mustang. Seeing a smile like that on his face was one of the best feelings as a mom. Michael was super into dinosaurs and every chance he got he was telling us whatever new facts he learned. Alex, well he was still pretty young, so he was into whatever his siblings were into.

When Violet was thirteen, I started noticing differences in my own body. My hormones were raging, and I was constantly upset with Robby even when he did nothing wrong. Then my periods became sporadic. I went to the doctor expecting them to tell me it was just menopause. But I came through the door with a blank look on my face which caused worry to flash across Robby's own face. "Hey, darlin'. What's wrong? What'd the doctor say?" He asked as he took my face in his hands. I shook my head, and he took my hands, leading me to the couch. "Honey, you gotta tell me what's wrong." My mouth opened and closed a few times before I finally pushed the words out of my throat.

"I'm pregnant."

His hands slowly let go of mine, falling into his own lap. "What?" I shook my head. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around it." He pushed off the couch, pacing in front of the fireplace. I watched him for a few minutes before he turned to me, tossing his arms out. "What?" I asked, getting irritated. It took him a moment before he asked a question that sent me reeling. "Are you cheating on me?" I could only stare at him in shock. "No. Absolutely not. I can't believe you'd even ask me that!" I said as I stood up. He scoffed. "I've had a vasectomy and you’re pregnant!" "They don't always work a hundred percent!" This rocked our marriage. We were hardly talking to each other, once the kids went to bed he went to the couch. We didn't want the kids to see it, but they all sensed we were tense with each other.

A few weeks later Robby came in, a sad look on his face. "Can we talk?" I nodded, following him out to the front porch, sitting on the swing we had on the porch. "I want to apologize. I um, went and got tested and the surgery was not one hundred percent successful." I pursed my lips, not really knowing how to respond. "Even if it was, I know you never would cheat on me and I was just so thrown off by the news, that was the first place my brain went to." I nodded, looking down at my legs which were tucked under me. He pushed off the house, coming over and taking my hands in his. "Hey, look at me." I lifted my head, his crystal blue eyes catching my own. "I'm sorry, and I'm excited for this baby." I nodded. "I'm getting a hysterectomy after this one." He chuckled, capturing my lips in a kiss. "I love you, Dr. Floyd." He whispered as he pulled away. "I love you too, Mr. Floyd." I said before pulling him into another kiss. "It is going to be a while before I can forgive you, because that hurt." He nodded, kissing my forehead. "Whatever you need."

Things slowly started getting better, and crashed back down when we told the kids. "You're what?" Violet was now thirteen and took after me when speaking her mind. "I'm pregnant." She scoffed, standing from the couch. "Vi-" "Don't you know what causes that?! I mean isn't four kids enough?!" She yelled before storming upstairs. "Violet Marie!" I called, attempting to follow her before Robby grabbed my arm stopping me. "Just let her cool off, we'll talk to her later." I nodded and we turned to the other three. Zach was eleven now, Michael was nine and Alex was five. They were all whispering to each other before turning to us. We just raised our brows at them, and Zach smirked. "We all agree that we want another brother." All I could do was groan and rest my forehead on Robby's shoulder. "There's too much testosterone in this house." Robby could only chuckle and kiss my head.

As time went on, Violet was still upset with us, and she wasn't letting up. We tried to talk to her, but it never worked. "Violet?" I called. After a minute she padded into the kitchen. "What?" Her tone was snippy, and I wanted to say something but it would be no use. "Could you help me clean the kitchen, please? I'll do dishes while you wipe down the counters and the table?" She huffed but did so anyway. "Done." She said, tossing the dirty rag into the laundry room before rushing up to her room. I sighed and finished the dishes before going up there. I was already starting to show, and my back was feeling it. Robby was kind enough to massage it and I'll have to remember that when we go to bed. "Vi?" I knocked on her door. It was quiet for a moment before I heard her quiet voice on the other side. I opened the door, the darkness taking me by surprise. I walked over to her bed where she was laying down, facing the wall.

I sighed, leaning down and rubbing her arm. "Make room?" I thought she would tell me no, but she just quietly slid closer to the wall. I smiled, grabbing her covers and crawling in, pulling her back into me and placing a kiss on her head. I was trying to think of what to say, but I didn't have to as she started sobbing in my arms. "Oh, baby." I held her as she cried, letting her get it out before I questioned her. "You wanna talk?" I asked. "Why did you guys have to have another baby?" I sighed, pulling her closer. "We didn't plan on any more after Michael. But we were careless, and we got Alex. After your dad's surgery, it was supposed to be impossible. But I guess when they say nothing is impossible, they mean nothing." Her sniffles broke my heart, knowing that a new addition to the family had her this upset worried me. "Why does this have you so upset?" I asked, brushing some hair away from her face. "You'll think it's stupid." I kissed the back of her head as her hand found my arm. "I would never think that anything that has to do with your feelings would be stupid."

Another beat of silence and she spoke up, her voice almost a whisper. "I feel like you have less and less time for me." My heart shattered at her words. I sat up, leaning on her headboard before turning her over, her head on my chest. "I'm sorry that we've made you feel that way, and your feelings are totally valid." She sniffled as her arms wrapped around me. "We can't take this back, and we don't want to. But you are my oldest, my first baby. I love your dad, but you made us realize what love really was. You changed our lives, even before you were born." I held her close, hoping she'd listen this time. "You know, we wanted to be surprised if you were a boy or a girl." She furrowed her brows. "Then what did you call me till I was born?" I giggled. With the boys, we always found out, so we called them their names during my pregnancies. "Ducky." She snorted out a laugh as she held onto me. After a few minutes her hand drifted to my belly, rubbing slightly. "Can we be surprised this time? And call it ducky?" I smiled at the memory of my first pregnancy. "I think that'd be nice."

Things got better after that, and she was fully invested in this pregnancy. The kids loved kissing my belly and talking to ducky, Violet especially. About seven months in, Robby got deployed for a mission. "Be thinking of baby names while I'm gone." Robby told Violet as he squeezed her on the docks. "I will, daddy." She kissed his cheek before he took me by the waist. "This feels too familiar." I muttered after he kissed me. "Reminds me of your pregnancy with Violet." I nodded. "Well, just be careful and I won't be stressed into labor this time." He nodded. "You'll be here when I come back?" I smiled. "Maybe not this exact spot. But we'll be right here waiting." He kissed me again and him and the team headed out. That week at work was when I noticed all the stares. You'd think they would've started when I began to show, seeing as I only told necessary people instead of a department wide announcement. A few women in the department would walk past my office, looking in, pointing and whispering. I knew what they all thought, and I didn't give a damn. At least that's what I told myself.

"Hi." Melissa, another professor in the department said as she knocked on my door. "Can I come in?" I had a class in fifteen minutes, and I really didn't want to talk to her. "No, I- Oh, you're sitting down anyway." I huffed as she clasped her hands together, resting them on her knees. "I just wanted to talk to you about your pregnancy." I raised a brow, curious as to what she thought she had to talk to me about. "Don't you think you're a little old to have another baby? Plus, you have four other kids who need you." I stared at her in shock. I knew she just spouted things off, but this is crossing a line. "I mean, after your pregnancy with Alex, are you sure you want this baby? Is your husband forcing you to keep it?" My hand flew out, smacking her clean across the face and knocking her into the floor. A squeal escaped her as I stood, coming around my desk when people crowded around my door. "Get up!" She scrambled to her feet, not meeting my gaze. "Get the fuck out of my office, and don't come back. How dare you say those things to me. My family and my marriage are none of your business." It was basically a growl, and she ran out of my office as fast as possible. Everyone continued to stare at me which pissed me off even more. "What are you staring at?! Go! I have a lecture to teach!" Everyone ran as I walked out, rushing for the lecture hall.

"Bye daddy!" the kids all screamed as their time on the video call ended, now it was my turn. "Hey, darlin'. How you feelin?" I shook my head. "Like shit. I'm still puking, my back kills, and I'm so damn tired." He gave me a sad smile. "Well just think, eight more days and then I'm home." I nodded. "I also got put on maternity leave early." His brows furrowed in confusion. "What? What happened?" I sighed, trying not to tear up. "Do you think we're too old to have this baby?" I asked as tears started streaming down my face. "What?" I wiped my eyes, trying not to full on sob on this call. "Melissa came into my office and started asking me if I was too old to have another baby. She said I had four other kids who needed me and then she said we weren't too excited about Alex." I stopped to wipe my tears again, hoping my makeup wasn't running. "She even asked me if you were forcing me to keep it! Who thinks that way?" My voice was just growing louder and louder. "I don't even remember reaching across my desk, but I smacked her so hard she landed in the floor." He just stared at me in shock.

"I just feel like maybe she's right." I said feeling defeated. "No honey. Sure, it was a huge surprise, but I don't think you are. The doctor says you're perfectly healthy." I groaned. "I'm forty-two Robby! This is literally considered a geriatric pregnancy!" I said as more tears streamed down my face. "Fuck what she says, and you were right for smacking her!" He exploded. I jumped, his loud voice startled me, taking me by surprise. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Honey, I know this is hard. But you’ve gone through four other pregnancies, some of which were harder than this one. Tell me, would you trade this baby in for anything else?” I immediately shook my head, but he knew my answer. “This baby is gonna be just as loved as the rest of our kids.” I nodded, feeling a little better. “You’re the most badass mama I know. I can’t think of anyone else who could handle a pregnancy at our age.” I chuckled, cleaning my face off. “Don’t tell Phoenix that.” He laughed. “I think Caroline will be all her and Rooster have.” I nodded. “She sure is a handful.” Caroline was almost four now, her birthday almost exactly nine months after Michael’s and she was the perfect mix of Rooster and Phoenix, in looks and personality. “Time’s almost up, darlin’.” I gave him a sad smile. “KIDS! DADDY’S CALL IS ALMOST OVER! I love you, and we’ll be right here waiting for you to come home.” He smiled. “I love you too.” The thunderous sound of four kids rushing me was enough to make me feel better. Michael crawled into my lap as the other three leaned over the chair waving. “Bye daddy! We love you!” He managed to say one more ‘I love you’ before the screen went black.

“Can we order pizza and watch a movie?” Zach asked. “That sounds great.” Violet snatched my laptop, ordering the pizza for us as the boys tried to agree on a movie. This was what I loved. The kids didn’t always get along, but they surprised me sometimes with how they loved and cared for each other. A few more weeks went by with Violet and the boys helping me get the rest of the nursery set up as well as my hospital bag. We moved Zach and Michael into the same room, and Alex will share with the nursery. Seeing as we only had a four-bedroom house, we had to make room and it has been quite the adjustment. “Mama.” I rolled over, looking past Robby’s side of the bed to see Alex standing in the doorway, blankie in hand as he rubbed his eyes. It was so adorable I thought I would combust. “What is it baby?” He walked over, looking at me from across the bed. “I don’t like my new room.” I sighed, pursing my lips. “This has become a nightly thing, especially since Robby left. “Can I sleep with you?” I nodded. “Come on.” He managed to pull himself into the bed and tucked himself into my side. “I miss daddy.” I sighed. “Me too, buddy. Me too.” His little hand rested on my belly, and I rubbed his back, slowly soothing him to sleep. “Mama?” I looked over to see both Zach and Michael standing in the doorway. “Come on.” I scooted Alex over as Zach came and laid on my other side as Michael laid next to Alex. We all slowly drifted off, but I woke up later feeling something shift the bed.

I looked at the end of the bed, seeing Violet had joined us, laying across our feet with one of her blankets over her. All my babies in one bed? It was cramped but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Finally, I fell back asleep, but woke up once again when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I sat up, leaning against the headboard, wondering who the hell it could be? I was ready to throw myself out of bed when the figure stopped in the doorway. “Hey darlin’.” I immediately relaxed when I saw Robby leaning against the doorway. He quietly walked over, around to my side of the bed, leaning down to kiss me. His lips were soft against mine as he tucked some of my hair behind my ear. “God, I missed you.” He muttered against my lips. “I missed you too.” He smiled at me, kissing me again before he pulled away, opting to kiss my forehead. “I’m gonna shower really quick.” I nodded as he walked into the bathroom. Once he was done, he came over, looking at the bed. “I’m sorry.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I can fix this.” He gently grabbed Alex, holding him against his chest as he scooted Michael over before he slid into the bed as he decided to lay down. He held Alex on his chest, running his hand through his blonde curls. “I miss when they were all little and would lay on my chest.” I nodded. “Soon you’ll have another little baby to snuggle.” He nodded. Robby always loved snuggling with the kids, he’d take them, go crawl in bed and take a nap whenever he could. “I love you.” He whispered as he tossed his hand on top of my belly, his thumb rubbing me gently.

That morning the kids piled on him, and he ate it up. I know it’s hard on him when he’s gone so these moments are the ones he cherishes. He made sure to spend as much time as possible with the kids in the weeks leading up to ducky’s birth. But soon, we were in the hospital, and I was going in for my c-section. The doctor also did a cesarean hysterectomy for me, so he took my uterus and ovaries in the same procedure as my c-section. I was a train wreck when they handed me another little boy. I was in pain, and I was overwhelmed. Baby number five and it was another little boy. After a few hours Hangman brought in the kids, they all rushed the bed, Robby stopping them all. “Slow guys. Violet.” He motioned our oldest over, and she stood on the side of the bed staring down at the little boy in my arms feeding. “What name did you come up with?” She stared at him for another moment before looking up at her dad. “Liam James.” It was a perfect fit, and I couldn’t imagine naming him anything else. “You like it?” She asked me and I nodded. “It’s perfect baby.” I pulled her down so I could kiss her forehead and soon, he got passed around, all the kids holding him. Alex struggled even with his dad helping him, once Liam started crying, he handed him off. “I don’t like him. He loud.” It was hard not to laugh at that and over time it didn’t get much better. Poor Alex was having a hard time no longer being the baby, and not too keen on taking on the position of big brother.

Time went on and five years later things changed drastically. Violet was eighteen and she had offers from a few schools to go play softball on a scholarship, and she was struggling on which to choose. “I don’t know which to choose.” She whined as she sat at the island. “Well, you need to look at who has the better biology program.” Violet had taken an interest in Marine Biology and planned to study it wherever she went. She had offers from University of Texas, San Diego State University and University of California at San Diego. She just groaned, looking like she was ready to pull her hair out. “I just wish you could tell me what to do.” I huffed, turning to her. “You want my opinion?” She nodded. “Go to UT. It’s a great way to get a grasp of living out of the house, you can always come home and go to one of the other two after you finish prerequisites if you want.” She nodded. “I needed that.” I knew she’d take it into consideration. That Friday, she had to decide who she would sign with, and I watched as my oldest sat at the table, looking at the different National Letters of Intent in front of her. Robby and I stood by her as Rooster and Hangman stood on her other side. Rooster continued to coach her well through high school and is helping her condition for college ball, Hangman was just dying for her to sign with UT. She took her time, before slowly sliding the UT hat closer to her and signing their contract. “YEAH!” Jake yelled, shaking her shoulders. She stood and I expected her to hug Rooster, but she clung to me. “Thank you for believing in me.” I squeezed her tightly as Robby rubbed her back. “I will always believe in you baby.”

Before we knew it, we headed out to Texas to ger her setup. We took the day and stayed in a hotel that night, the next day we stopped on campus to see her one last time before leaving. “Remember to check the oil in your car every so often. Can’t have it messing up all the way out here.” She nodded, hugging me one last time. Soon she let go and hugged her dad. “You’ll let me know every time you deploy?” Robby nodded. He was now a Rear Admiral, and even though he isn’t in the air as often as he used to be, he still deploys on the ships. “I will. You have my email so you can email me when I ship out.” She pulled away, tears streaming down her face. “We love you, and if you need us, we’re a call away.” It was hard leaving, Robby and I both crying for a few days. But as soon as the tears dried, it was Liam’s first day of kindergarten. It was weird, realizing we just sent our oldest off to college and we’re sending our youngest to kindergarten. “Bye mama!” Liam said before running off. “Wh-what? No! He’s supposed to cry and hold me and beg me not to leave!” Robby pulled me close, a few tears of his own slipping. “He’s always been more outgoing and independent than the others.” I choked back a sob, watching him turn into his classroom. “Come on, honey.” Robby said, turning us around. We were halfway to the front doors when I heard a little voice behind us. "MAMA! DADDY!"

We turned to see Liam sprinting for us, throwing himself into Robby's arms, allowing his father to pick him up. “What is it buddy?” I asked, brushing some hair out of his face as he squeezed Robby’s neck. “I forgot to hug you and say I wove you.” He said turning to me, clinging to me like a Koala. “We love you too, Buddy.” I held him for another minute before he wanted down. I put him on his feet, looking at how small he really was. He stared down the hallway, children and adults filling it to the brim. I could see the hesitation in his eyes, so I crouched down next to him. “Do you want us to walk you back to your classroom?" He nodded, squeezing my hand. He took Robby’s hand, and we led him down the hall, me giving a fist pump as Robby laughed at me. Once we arrived at his classroom, he looked up at us. “Will you be here to get me?” I nodded. “We’ll be right here waiting, buddy.” Robby said before kissing his chubby cheek. He gave us a toothy grin before rushing inside. We thought it would get easier after that, until we were called into the high school principals office for Michael. He was a freshman this year while Zach was a junior. Once we walked in, Michael was sitting in the chair across from the principle, his head lolled back. “Rear Admiral.” The principal shook his hand. “Doctor.” He said before shaking my hand.

We took a seat, Michael between us. “So, Mr. Floyd here was caught purchasing not only marijuana, but also Adderall.” My jaw dropped as I looked to him. “Michael William!” I scolded as Robby shared my shocked look. “The other student has been expelled.” I crossed my legs, very mad. “Michael is an exceptional student, one of the best we’ve had. He even tutors other students during lunch. I don’t want to expel him. So, I wanna give him the chance to redeem himself. I think out of school suspension will be a good way to go, and he continues to tutor students.” We nodded. “I think that’s fair.” He sighed, putting his head in his hands. “His teachers will email him his work and I think being here at five-thirty for tutoring is good.” We agreed wholeheartedly. Soon he was dismissed, and we all walked out. “Mom I-“ I held my hand out. “We will talk when we get home. You are coming with me, and you will sit in my office and do your schoolwork every day, then I will bring you back here for tutoring.” He just nodded, following me out the door. It was frustrating, knowing your child did something that they knew they would be in major trouble for, and even more frustrating because he was mad at Robby and I for how we punished him. “Really Michael?” We were sat out on the back porch, away from his other three siblings. “It’s weed! It’s legal in California!”

“For adult recreational use. You are fourteen, you are not an adult. But that doesn’t matter because not only are you under eighteen, but you also live under our roof, and smoking anything isn’t good for your lungs. Whenever you are over eighteen and out from under our roof, you can do as you please.” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Roll them eyes one more time and see if they don’t roll down the street!” I snapped, Robby grabbing the finger I pointed at Michael. “Okay, mama. Take a breather.” I was raging, trying to calm myself. “It wasn’t just the weed, Michael. You bought Adderall-“ “It helps me focus!” “You think it does. You have no medical need for it. It’s doing you more harm than good.” Robby said, trying to get him to see reason. “Is that why you haven’t been eating?” He raised a brow at us. “Or why you haven’t been sleeping?” He seemed to fall back, like he’s been caught. “I only started the Adderall two weeks ago. I haven't slept right in months.” My face fell into one of concern. “Why?” He just shrugged, leaning his head back. “I don’t know. I just haven’t been sleeping. I try and try, and I’m lucky if I can be asleep by four or five a.m.” And all the kids are up by six to get ready for school. “Okay. Well, is there anything going on that may be keeping you up? Stress about school? Adjusting to your sister being gone?” He shook his head, not meeting my eyes. “No.” I sighed. I wanted to help him, but it was hard when he didn’t know what was causing it. “Do you want to see a doctor?” He shook his head. I looked to Robby who looked as stumped as me. I looked back to Michael to see his eyes glazed over and it tugged on my heart. “Oh, baby.” I got up, crouching down next to his chair and laying my hand on the arm that was holding his chin. “Talk to me, please.” I was begging at this point. A tear slipped down his cheek, and he mumbled something. “What? I couldn’t hear you.” It was like a damn broke, he leaned over, practically putting his head between his knees. “I don’t wanna be alive.”

I was scared shitless.

I gathered him in my arms, holding him as Robby came over, holding us both. “We’re gonna get you help, buddy. We promise.” Robby said as he rubbed his back and kissed his head. We got him in with a doctor who referred us to a psychiatrist. He started on antidepressants and even started therapy, which he asked to do all on his own. It took a few months, but I started to see parts of my little boy again. The one who loved spending time with his father, cooking with me in the kitchen, and enjoyed watching movies with his siblings. “Mama?” I turned to Michael who was smiling at me from the other side of the island. “Yeah?” I asked as I flipped the burger on the stove. “Thank you. You and dad both for helping me and not judging me.” I smiled, walking over and pulling him into a hug. “I’d do anything to help you. I’ve been in your position before, just after you were born.” He raised a brow at me, looking for an explanation. “Your dad was deployed right after you were born, it was my first c-section, and I was with three kids all alone. It was hard. I didn’t feel like anything other than a mom, I felt like I had nothing outside of that. But your dad came home and bless that man. He got me up, he took care of me and helped me get back to who I was before I had you kids.” I heard a throat clear behind us and we turned to see Robby. “Are you talking about me?” He asked, walking over and tossing his arm over my shoulder. “All good things.” He pecked my lips as Michael leaned away. “God, you two are so gross.” We laughed, looking at each other. “It’s okay. If you have kids, they’ll say the same thing to you.” He shook his head, mumbling something about not having kids and walking away. “I’m glad he’s doing better.” I nodded. “Me too, it’s a relief to know he feels better.”

Two years later, and Zach had graduated high school. He decided to join the navy like his father and wanted to be a pilot, so he applied for the Naval Academy. “Anything yet?” Rooster asked as he walked in. The entire team came over to hear the results, eager to see if Zach would be part of the next generation of fighter pilots. “Not yet.” Robby said as Rooster joined the crowd. Zach was sweating bullets, nervous for this email, so much so he called his sister to have her on facetime while he opened it. Robby rubbed Zach’s shoulders as he refreshed his emails. “Just remember, if you don’t get in, it’s not the end all be all.” Robby uttered to him, and Zach shook his head. “I know.” He groaned. “Oh my god. It’s here!” We all jumped to stand behind him, staring at the screen as he opened the email. He stared at it for a second, the tension building. “Congratulations, you have been accepted to the Naval Academy based in Annapolis, Maryland!” He screamed, standing up and hugging his father. Everyone yelled and congratulated him before he turned to me. “I am so proud of you.” It was terrifying when your kids join the military, especially when you yourself know what it’s like to stand on the other side. But there’s also a sense of pride that flows through you. A few weeks later we all packed up, heading out to drop him at Annapolis. “We love you and we’ll be right here waiting.” He nodded, kissing my cheek before hugging his dad and his siblings. It was hard to watch him go, but he had to start his Plebe summer and he was eager to do it. “You think he’ll be okay?” Robby nodded. “He’ll be fine. He’s our kid.” I laughed at that. “We are pretty resilient.”

And that proved true a few years later. It was Violet’s last year of college, Zach’s sophomore year at the academy, Michael’s senior year of high school, Alex was starting his eighth-grade year and Liam was eight and just loving his little life. “Um, can you go to the doctor with me tomorrow?” Robby asked when he came back from telling Liam goodnight. “Um, sure?” I asked as I rubbed lotion on my legs. “He’s called me back in, wants to talk to me about my CT scan.” I stopped, looking up at him. “Did he say why?” He shook his head. “Nope, he wouldn’t tell me anything over the phone.” That was never good, we both knew that. But we looked on the bright side anyway, having a quiet, passionate night with each other. The next day we sat in the doctor’s office, two chairs across from his desk as he looked at some paper work. “We found something abnormal in your scans, and upon closer look we found it is lung cancer, stage two. So far it is only in your right lung, which is good, that means it hasn’t spread.” I gasped, my hand clutching his tighter than ever. “What are my chances?” Robby asked, both of his hands clutching my one. He voice never wavered, but I could tell by the way he held my hand and spun my wedding ring he was scared and so was I. “Given you are fifty, and age does play a factor, we usually give around a sixty-eight percent chance of survival for five years after remission.” The numbers made me feel slightly better, but those numbers only matter if he makes it to remission.

We worked out a treatment plan and soon went home. We had to tell the kids, and we needed to tell them together, so we waited the additional week before Violet came home after graduation and Zach came home for summer leave. Once they were home Robby didn’t want to wait, so we sat them all down on the couch as Robby and I took a seat on the coffee table. He was scared to tell them, and nervous about their reactions, which was totally understandable. I rubbed his back as he held back tears. “Daddy, what is it?” Violet asked, leaning forward and grabbing his hand. He took a deep breath, Violet’s simple action almost sending him over the edge. “I had to go to the doctor not too long ago and had a few scans done. They found something abnormal, and they determined it was lung cancer.” All at once, I saw five little hearts shatter on the ground. Violet immediately broke down into tears, Michael not far behind her. Zach and Alex were barely holding it in, and poor Liam looked so lost. “Is it terminal?” Violet choked out and Robby shook his head. “No, baby. It’s not. The doctor thinks that if I go through with the chemo and radiation therapy, I have a good shot at going into remission.” Violet leaned over, her head on her knees as she held Robby’s hand. That alone broke him. Tears fell from behind his glasses as he squeezed her hand. “Make room.” He said, separating Violet and Michael and sitting between them. I opted to sit between Alex and Liam, but Liam decided to crawl into my lap. “You’re almost too big for this buddy.” I whispered as I brushed some of his hair back and kissed his forehead.

“So, daddy’s sick?” I nodded as I wrapped my free arm around Alex who was crying. “He is. This isn’t going to be easy on daddy.” He laid his head on my chest as I rubbed his back. “Is daddy gonna die?” God, kids are blunt. How do you answer such a question? “The doctors are gonna do everything in their power to keep that from happening.” He just nodded before climbing out of my lap and walking over to Robby, leaning over his legs and laying his head in his lap. That night we spent some real time together as a family, we ate dinner together, played cards at the table and finished the night all knocking out on the couch. Liam curled up against Violet, as Violet’s legs were tossed in Michael’s lap, the other three boys were all leaning against each other. Robby and I laid on the other side of the sectional, his arms around my waist as he pulled me back into his chest. “We’re gonna be okay, right?” He asked and I nodded. “You are, we are. Everything will be okay. I’ll be right here with you every step of the way.” He kissed the back of my head, squeezing my lightly. “I love you Mrs. Floyd.” Even after twenty-five years of marriage, that still makes me giddy like a little school girl. “I love you too, Mr. Floyd.” Soon after, we told the team and it was just as bad as telling the kids. Lots of tears, poor Phoenix was beside herself. I couldn’t handle anymore tears, walking away to the kitchen where I was preparing lunch. I was chopping some celery when there was a knock on the door frame. “Hey.” Rooster whispered as I looked up. His hair had started greying not long after Caroline was born, and even more after him and Phoenix got married. “Hi.” I whispered, going back to chopping the celery. He came over, grabbing my wrist. That’s when I realized not only was I aggressively chopping the vegetable, but I was about to slice my fingers.

“How are you feeling?” I planted my hands on the counter, my head hanging low. “Fine.” He scoffed. “You’re lying. And I know you are because you said the same thing that first night you moved in with me before the uranium mission. You had a complete breakdown that night.” The fact he knew me so well made my throat feel thick and more tears welled in my eyes. “I just- I can’t lose him.” Finally, the dam broke. I hadn’t really cried once since we got the diagnoses, so this was everything escaping me. “I can’t live without him, Bradley.” He pulled me into him, holding me as I cried. He rubbed my back, a few tears of his own landing in my hair. “You know he’s not giving up without a fight.” I was gasping for breath at this point. “But what if he doesn’t win?” I cried and he squeezed me a little tighter. “If that happens, then we will be here. You and the kids won’t be alone.” He held me till I calmed down, handing me a kleenex to clean my face off. “What’s going on?” Robby was standing in the doorway, looking confused. I rushed past Rooster, throwing myself into his arms. “I’m so scared, Robby.” He buried his face in my neck as he held me. “Me too, darlin’. Me too.”

Soon he started chemo, me taking time off work to go with him. “Mama, go to work. I’ll take him today.” Violet said as I got up that morning. “Are you sure?” I didn’t want to miss it, but we couldn’t afford all of our bills as well as the medical expenses if I kept missing work. “Positive. Zach, Michael and I have all agreed to rotate out.” My bottom lip wobbled as I pulled her into a hug. “God, how did I get such amazing kids?” She chuckled as she rubbed my back. “We’re just that good.” I laughed, pushing her out of my bedroom. Violet got a job in San Diego after graduation and started right away, Zach was still on summer leave and Michael is in a local trade school for diesel mechanics so they’re all local and dying to help. While it wasn’t their responsibility, they made it so much easier to juggle everything. Even Liam was more than happy to get his daddy anything he needs, water, glasses, blankets, you name it and he’s got it. I saw the effects the chemo had on him, making him sick, and soon his hair started falling out. “Dammit. The one good thing I had going.” I laughed as he sat in the kitchen as I held the clippers in my hands. “Nah, you got a lot going for you that I love.” I said as I kissed his cheek. “You’re sure?” He nodded and I clicked the clippers on, gently running them over his scalp until soon, there was no hair left. “All done.” I said as I wiped what little hair was left off his scalp. He was taking everything in stride, but soon it caught up to him.

After nine months we didn’t see much improvement and it broke my heart, because soon the chemo started causing pain. So much so he would curl up in bed and cry. “It hurts.” He sobbed and all I could do was hold him, rubbing his back as he cried into my chest. “I know. I know and I’m so sorry Robby.” My own tears slid down my cheeks, wanting nothing more than to take the pain away. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.” I quietly gasped, trying to catch my breath at his words. I sat up, rolling him onto his back as I leaned over him. “Hey. Look at me.” Those crystal blue eyes stared back into me, into my soul. “If you want to stop. I will be right here by your side. As much as I want to spend the next thirty to forty years with you, I don’t want you to spend them suffering.” I said as my hand fell to his cheek, holding it. “This is your choice, and I want you to do whatever you feel like you need to do. I love you so much and it's killing me to see you in so much pain.” He continued to sob as I kissed his forehead, a sob escaping me as I did so. I didn’t want to lose him, I couldn’t but seeing him in pain wasn’t worth the time I so selfishly wanted with him.

We had talked about it, and he decided to quit treatments, until we went to his doctor appointment and saw he was improving. “It’s hard, but I can’t quit now.” Were his words, and with that he carried on with treatments and it paid off. Another nine months go by, and he received his last treatment, officially going into remission. Violet had dragged him with her to run some errands while the dagger squad and I got everything ready. “Get that banner up higher Javy!” He threw his hands up at me as his wife laughed. “It’s gonna be okay.” Hangman said, placing his hands on my shoulders. “It has to be perfect!” I said as I set the bowl of dip on the table. He just laughed, watching as I blew by Rooster who was watching Alex and Caroline sitting on the couch. They’ve grown close over the years, being so close in age. “He’s here!” Fanboy yelled, and I rushed into the living room with everyone else. We heard them walk up on the porch and as the door opened, we all screamed. “Congratulations!” Robby was caught off guard, almost stumbling back into Violet. A smile cracked on his face, as he turned to Violet, seeming to ask her if she knew about this. She nodded and he pulled her into a hug before coming over and hugging everyone else. When he got to me, he pulled me close grinning at me. “I love you. You are amazing.” He said before kissing me sweetly. “You have no idea how relieved I am.” I said as I laid my head on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’m gonna be here for a long time.”

And he was, we got to see all of our kids get married. Violet married a boat captain that worked for a local motor yacht company, and her wedding was probably the hardest for Robby to deal with. She was his only daughter and our oldest, so giving her away was so emotional for him and it was hard to let her go, but she stayed local, giving us three grandkids. Zach married a catapult officer in the Navy, and she kept him on his toes. Michael and his girlfriend had a baby before they got married, but he was the sweetest little baby. Alex went to med school, getting married to Caroline in his last year of his residency, which everyone saw coming. Liam decided to go to culinary school, getting married to a local school teacher when he was just twenty one. Over the course of those years, we got older, and greyer. Arthritis setting in, joints locking up. But it was okay, because even though our house was now empty most of the time, I had Robby. We spent those years after he went into remission enjoying ourselves and traveling. We took a few family vacations a year, and quite a few solo trips. We saw Hawaii, Greece, Italy, Scotland and many other gorgeous countries. We made the most of our golden years.

We lost friends along the way. I found out Annette had passed after she developed sepsis from a hip replacement surgery and that was hard. Over the years we kept up with each other and Robby and I even went on trips with her and Luke, rekindling that friendship we lost after a while. Fanboy had developed heart disease some years ago and he passed when his heart finally gave out. Javy had gotten pneumonia and he just couldn’t kick it. It hurt me to lose them, but it hurt Robby so much more. He put his life in their hands, he trusted these people, spent his days with them. So, it hurt to see him hurting. I wrapped my arms around him as he cried, kissing his head. “I’m sorry, honey.” It was all I could say, all I could do. It was part of aging, you start losing those close to you, and it hurts but it’s sadly part of life. Another few years later, we were seventy-eight and laying in bed together. “What do you think our lives will be like when one of us is gone?” He asked, making me furrow my brows. “Why do you ask?” I asked as I took off my own glasses and laid my book in my lap. “I don’t know.” He seemed very confused as to why he asked. “I was just curious I guess.” He said as he picked his own book back up. It was quiet for a minute before I spoke up. “Miserable.” He looked to me. “What honey?” I sighed, laying my book down. “Miserable. When you had cancer, I knew I couldn’t live without you, just because we got older doesn’t mean that changed. I don’t know if I could go through the rest of my life without you.”

He grabbed my hand, squeezing tightly before bringing it up and kissing it gently. “I couldn’t live life without you either.” I smiled at him before leaning over for a quick kiss. “Goodnight, Robby.” I said as I shifted down in the bed, him following. He tossed his arm over his waist, just like he’s done since we got together and kissed the back of my head. I was almost asleep when I heard him behind me, whispering oh so quietly. “I love you, darlin.” I smiled, intertwining my fingers with his. “I love you too, Robby.” With that we fell asleep. It was odd for Robby to ask things like that, he didn’t really focus on living life without each other. He always talked about our next trip or what plans to make with the grandkids that weekend. So I have to wonder if a part of him knew before he was consciously aware of what was happening. The next morning, I woke up I was surprised to see him still in bed. Even in our old age, all the years in the navy still had him getting up before me. “Robby? You okay?” I asked as I stretched in bed, my arms raising up over my head before I rolled over to face his back. “Robby.” I said as I placed my hand on his arm. I immediately knew something was wrong, I rolled him onto his back, shaking him. “Robby?” My heart sped up as I reached for his neck. As soon as I felt how cold his skin was, it was like the ground was ripped out from under me. “Robby?” My hand was on his chest as I shook him, my voice breaking. “Robby?” This wasn’t happening. We had a trip with the kids in a few weeks and he was so excited to see all of our grandkids on the beach together. “No. No!” I cried as I buried my face in his chest.

A pulmonary embolism in the middle of the night is what took him. I felt numb. The world wasn’t as bright as it usually was, I couldn’t find joy like I used to, even with the kids or my grandkids. When the funeral came around I just sat in the chair by his casket, shaking hands and giving fake smiles as I listened to people tell me how they knew Robby. “Mama. You need some water.” Violet said, holding out a bottle to me. “No, I’m fine baby.” She sighed, grabbing the hand held out and pushing the bottle into it. “You haven’t had water since yesterday morning and I know you haven’t eaten since then.” I sighed, taking the bottle just to please her but she was right. I wasn’t taking care of myself, and Robby would give me the scolding of a lifetime. So, I gave in and ate something as well as making sure I drank plenty of water. I held it together through the funeral for the most part, only breaking down as the jets flew overhead performing the missing man formation. I approached the casket for the last time, leaning on it as I cried. “Mama.” Liam said as he came over, hugging me, and soon so did all the others. All five kids and all eleven grandkids came up, comforting me. “I don’t know how I’m gonna do this.” I gasped out. I stayed like that for who knows how long, but eventually Zach and Michael helped me up. “It’ll be okay, mama. We’ll make sure of it.”

It was never truly okay. You never get over losing your best friend, your other half. It’s a pain you simply make room for. The days seemed longer, the winters were colder, and the house was lonely. Not long after I turned eighty-three Violet moved into the house with her husband and kids. The house was lively again, just like it was when the kids were younger, but there was still this gaping hole that could never be filled. Rooster and Phoenix came over often, Hangman and his wife would take me out, the team was trying to make sure I knew I wasn’t alone. But these days that’s all I wanted. To sit alone and flip through photo albums and reminisce on our life together. I did it sometimes, other times I would spray his side of the bed with his cologne or go through old videos or voicemail’s. I was so scared that I would forget what he smelled like, or the sound of his voice. Then one day it did slip my mind. “Mama? Do you want to go down to the beach with the kids and I?” Violet asked as she stood in my bedroom doorway, watching me fold laundry. “Sure, go ask your father. You know he loves to see the kids play in the surf.” It was quiet for a minute and I looked up. Violet had tears streaking her cheeks as she stared at me. “Mama.” She said as she came over, sitting on the bed next to me. She took my hand, squeezing it. “Daddy’s been gone for a few years now.” Suddenly everything came rushing back, all the painful memories of losing Robby. “Oh my god.” I cried, my head falling down to my hands. “I’m so sorry Violet.” My words reminded Violet of one of the worst days of her life, and I felt like an awful mother for reopening those wounds. “No, mama. It’s okay, it happens.” Except it doesn’t. Lab tests and imaging proved it to be Alzheimer’s and slowly it got worse. I was forgetting who my kids were, constantly forgetting Robby was gone. Life becomes hard when you don’t understand the world anymore.

At the age of ninety-two I went into the hospital for aspiration pneumonia. Too much food and liquid going down the windpipe and allowing infection to settle in my lungs. “There’s nothing we can do?” Liam asked as he sat by my bedside. “I’m sorry. We’ve done everything we could, but sadly this is what happens with most Alzheimer’s patients.” Liam nodded, squeezing my hand as I tried to pull away. “It’s okay mama. It’s me, Liam.” It was like everything became clear again. “Liam?” He nodded, his eyes glassy with tears and for a minute I saw my baby boy. “Yeah. It’s me.” Soon all the kids were in the room, sitting around my bed. “I’m so tired.” Zach nodded, patting my arm. “We’ve all talked, mama and we agree. If you’re ready. So are we.” It was like the world lifted off my shoulders in that moment and a sense of peace washed over me. “We love you, mama.” My eyes flashed to Michael who spoke and as I did, I caught a figure in the corner. The figure was leaned against the wall, faded jeans, white t-shirt, hair styled and large frame glasses resting on his nose. He pushed off the wall, stepping into the light, making me gasp. “Robby?” He looked just like he did when we met, so young and bright. “Hey, darlin’.” He said as he came over, his fingers running through my thin, gray hair. “What are you doin’ here?” It was a mumble as I stared up at him. He stood next to Violet, looking at her before looking at me. “I’m right here waitin’ for you, honey.” I nodded as he squatted down, leaning his arms on the bed. “They’ll be okay. We did good with ‘em.” Tears ran down my cheeks as I looked at him, still in shock that he was standing next to me. “Go to sleep, darlin’. I’ll see you when you wake up.” I nodded, watching as he walked out of the room. My eyes grew heavy as the kids held onto me in some way. “We love you, mama.” I barely heard it, but it made me smile. “I love you too.” With that, I drifted off.

When I opened my eyes later I was standing on a beach, which was so confusing. I looked down, seeing my white painted toes in the sand and I looked at my hands. Same nail color, but my hands were so soft, and all the wrinkles were gone. My wedding ring gleaming in the sunlight, making me smile. I had on a white halter top, backless sun dress which allowed me to feel the warm breeze. I looked around, seeing palm trees across from the endless ocean. As I turned my head I saw a figure in the distance, I couldn’t make out any discerning features except for the white shirt and faded jeans. I took a few steps closer and a grin threatened to split my face in half. I took off in a sprint down the beach throwing myself into Robby’s arms when I reached him. My legs wrapped around his waist as my arms squeezed his neck. He smelled just like his cologne and I could’ve drowned in it, burying my face in his neck. His hands splayed across my back and I missed the feeling of him on my skin, the way his cologne would linger on me for a while. I pulled back, looking into those crystal blue eyes that I adored. “Is this real?” He nodded. “So real.” I grinned at him, my forehead resting on his as my fingers played with the hair on the nape of his neck. “You were waiting?” He nodded. “For too long, honey. I’ve wanted nothing more than to hold you in my arms since the minute I got here.” My grin never faded. “Kiss me honey. I’ve waited too long.” He whispered and I giggled. “Anything you want, Mr. Floyd.” I said before my lips pressed against his in one of the most passionate kisses we’ve ever had. He held me tightly against him as our noses lightly bumped each other’s, his hands drifting over the expanse of my back, my fingers buried in his hair. We pulled away forehead’s resting each other’s again as we caught our breath. “I can’t believe you’re finally here.” I giggled as he set me on my own feet. “What is this place?” I asked as we looked around. Robby shrugged his shoulders. “Heaven? Valhalla? Who knows, I just call it paradise, and it really just became paradise with you here, darlin’.” He said as he tilted my chin up, kissing me again. “I just hate we had to leave the kids.” He smiled, tugging me along to follow him. “Come here, I wanna show you something.”

He led me to a little tide pool between some rocks. “Look.” I looked at it, and after a moment it showed me all the kids sitting in a waiting room, Liam and Zach with their heads in their hands as they cried. My heart shattered, realizing what I left behind. “Mom would tell us we don’t need to cry because she’s with dad and they’re probably picking on each other.” All the kids broke out in giggles at Michael’s words. He wasn’t far off; Robby and I do enjoy picking on each other sometimes. “Picking on me, huh?” Robby asked, arms crossed over his chest. “Yes. Because I love you.” I said as I wrapped my arms around his midsection, leaning up and kissing him. When we pulled away I rested my head on his chest as he held me. “You think the kids will be okay?” He immediately nodded. “They will be. And when they’re ready, we’ll be right here waiting for them.” I nodded, looking back down at the tide pool, seeing Violet shove Zach from his chair. Life is full of joy, and heart ache. It pushes your boundaries and shows you what you’re made of. “Yeah, we’ll be right here waiting.” He kissed my forehead one more time before grabbing my hand and pulling me down the beach as the sun set behind us.

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