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soggyriceee · 3 months ago

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girl, let’s be so fr—your readers are feral for König begging. Like, we want that man on his knees, sweating, whimpering, looking up like we’re his last damn meal. We EAT that shit up, no crumbs left.

WE NEED PART 2 CHOCOLATE AFRODISIAC, STAT!

same plot as the first one, except he’s giving you the chocolate. side note i went back and re read the first part and realized i wrote it the opposite way the reader wanted it in so sorry literally blow my house up it’s ok

konig learned very quickly where you got that chocolate from. and he wasted no time getting himself some. he enjoyed that time, and wanted to recreate it again.

tonight was you guys’ 4 year anniversary. long time to be just boyfriend and girlfriend sure, but Konig wanted to be the husband who was around. he was gone too much, to even give you a proper wedding and honeymoon. he promised he’d settle down and find a job that didn’t require him to be away for up to a year.

but anyways, the day was perfect. you woke up to the tall man between your legs, fucking his tongue into you like he’d never get to again. not that this was much different than how you woke up usually, but this time it was filled with more. love.

lunch was at home, homemade chicken sandwiches and fries. the first meal you both made together when you moved in with him. a nap was defiently had and then it was time for dinner.

he took you to a very fancy, seaside reasturant. it was beautiful, one of the reasturants you’d sent him in fact.

you were oblivious to the chocolate covered strawberries konig made while cleaning up lunch, even more oblivious to what was IN the chocolate. konig was excited, already feeling himself pulse in his pants as he drove you both home.

you were already tipsy, the two cups of wine already getting you in a mood. konig looked so handsome driving, his muscles outlines against his shirt. his eyes, so glossy and big. he was hard to look away from, in a good way. but that of course made him nervous.

when you both got home, konig insisted on eating some chocolate before showering. “come on.. by the time you get out you’ll be too tired. i worked hard on them.” he pouted, hoping out the tray. they did look nice, the white chocolate drizzled on. you couldn’t say no.

you ate about 5, caught up in the convo. the wine didn’t help either. by the time you both had reached the last two, you began to feel a bit off. but, a good off. you quickly picked up on what was potentially happening, but you chose to play dumb.

the dumb act didn’t play long tho. by the time you both got to the showers konig was bulging out his pants. he was rubbing all on you, punching your nipples through your silk dress.

you’d lean into his touch, biting your lip as your habds ran up and down under his shirt. you felt every scar, ever burn. what he was once saw as an imperfection, you made a perfection.

“you.. drugged me, huh” you slurred, looking up at him. his hands made their way under your dress, biting his lip as he slid your panties down your legs. “maybe.. what would you do if i did?” he asked, cupping your ass.

you smiled up at him, tapping your chin with your finger. “might have to call the cops..” you answered, giggling. “oh really?”

he kicked your legs apart, your hands gripping the counter behind you. he dropped to his knees, a deep sigh coming from him as he pushed the skirt of your dress up to your hip. you instinctively put your foot on his shoulder, leaning back.

he disappeared under your dress, kissing your pussy gently while holding the back of your thighs. he hummed as his tongue trailed up and through your folds, eyes shut closed. “so wet already.. i don’t even have to do much maus..” hed say from under your dress, a pathetic whine coming from you.

your head pressed against the mirror, eyes closed as you pulled your bottom lip through your teeth. your fingers worked on nipples, squeezing and pulling the sensitive nubs.

“need.. need more Koni please~” you’d whine, pushing his head away. he was doing great of course, but the chocolates and wine were working quick and you wanted to feel him stretch you out more than anything right now.

“come on libe i wanna taste you some more.. make sure your really ready for me..” his finger would slide through your folds, chuckling at how your hips jerked back.

his fingers would slide into your hole, hissing at the filthy squelch that came from you. he bit his bottom lip, watching as his finger got coated in your juices. “gosh you’re so easy mause..”

youd huff at his comment, pulling his fingers away from you before pushing him back so he rested against the wall. he watched as you sat in his lap, taking his belt and undoing his pants. his cock would spring right up, tip bright red and oozing pre cum.

his hands found their way to your hips, licking his lips in anticipation. as much as you wanted to tease him, make him look like the easy one, you were desperate and didn’t have too much of a care. you needed him stretching you out, and you didn’t plan on waitinf much longer.

your hips would rise, his tip sliding through your sticky folds. “mm.. come on libe push it in for me..” hed say softly, one hand sliding up and down your spine.

your hands would grip onto his shoulders, holding eye contact as his tip first made its way in. your eyes would unfortunately squeeze shut, breaking eye contact, and halting your hips. “oh come on you know you can take it libe.”

he’d grip onto your hips, pushing himself up into you. of course you could take it, but it would take a minuet. he forgets the girth and length of himself sometimes, but he never does it on purpose!

your nails would dig into his shoulders, a painful cry escaping your plump lips. “konig please- y-you know it.. hurts for a bit.”

he’d roll his eyes tho, pulling you into his chest before guiding your hips up and down with ease. he’d press his head to the wall behind him, feeling how your cunt pulsed around him. it was so sexy how he moved you how he wanted, like you weighed nothing. you were his own personal fleshlight every time you both had sex, except he always made sure you creamed on him first before he got his release.

“just like that baby.. you got it..” hed pant, watching you with hooded eyes. he’d take one hand, cupping your boob and playing with your sensitive nubs. your hips moved on their own, the pain slowly fading into pleasure. “i.. i’m already so close.” you’d gasp, opening your eyes to look at his dark ones.

“yea?… go ahead baby.” hed nod, pinching your nipple. his other hand made its way to your clit, rubbing gentle circles against that bundle of nerves.

his tip would push right up against your cervix, making your toes curl. the eye contact between the both of you was intense, his dilated pupils never leaving your equally dilated ones.

your lips pressed against his roughly, bouncing slower on him as you felt your orgasm begin to take control over your body. “that’s it baby that’s it.. keep going im so close.” hed coo, watching as you came undone above him.

but your hips couldn’t keep up, your body was going numb. he’d grunt before holding you against his chest, and laying you on the cold bathroom floor. his hands would find their place on your hips before thrusting himself in and out of you.

boy how he loved what those chocolate strawberries and wine was doing to you. he loved how eager you were to fuck him, how wet and slimy your pussy was right now. he didn’t want it to stop at all. “k-konig it hurts.” you cried from below, habds pressing on his chest.

but konig didn’t care. he’d look down at you, at your pussy. his cock was covered in your cum, a mess all over the floor and his pelvis. he’d mutter curses in german, squeezing his eyes closed as he tried to make this feeling last. “i’m hurting you? this pussy hurts huh?” he asked, getting off on the idea that his cock was hurting you.

you’d nod frantically, trying to push his body away. “p-please it’s too much!” you’d cry, your pussy pulsating violently arouns him.

a deep growl would come from the man, his hand finding its way to your throat. “fuck i love hurting you libe.. makes me wanna.. wanna cum so.. fuck-“

he couldn’t even hold it anymore, shooting his ropes deep into your cunt. it took him by surprise, a pathetic whine leaving his lips.

his arms would tense besides you, as his legs shook besides your legs. you pretended not to notice, for the sake of his own embarrassment. his eyes remained shut, panting above you as he pulsed inside you.

maybe, you just needed a few seconds of rest, because the sight of such a burly man above you, physically weak because of you made your pussy pulsate all over.

“koni..” you’d say so innocently. “let’s get in the shower now.. i need more.”

he quickly began to rethink your sex drive, and just how much those chocolates may have increased it

bae i’m so sorry this took so long, i refused to post another work until my master list was up to date

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sheepispink · 6 months ago

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୨✧୧˚ ACTING DIFFERENT ˚୨✧୧

✧ resident evil masterlist

✧ tags: fluff, reassurance, hurt/comfort, leon kennedy x afab! escort!reader

✧ Summary: You’re an escort for Leon, and you’re pretty confident in your own abilities. Although, it’s pretty funny to see you two together, especially since he looks pretty brooding on an actual job. Despite that, some jealous interns make it their mission to put you down for the way you act with him, calling you selfish and the like. You shift, trying to be ‘better’ but Leon is determined to get the bottom of this.

✧ a/n : technically this is a part of my series ‘the escort protocol’ found here, however it is a standalone too.

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It would’ve been a normal day in the office, that is if you hadn't just walked straight past him whilst he drank the largest coffee cup known to man. He grumbles as you ignore him for the third time that day; he saw you glance at him and then the cup and then still decide to carry on. He lets out a huff as he tosses the cup behind him into the bin before resting his head in his hands; the cup was empty, of course—he just wanted to see you react. That is the exact problem actually, because you haven't reacted to anything he’s done for a whole week now. The first day was already crossing the line, but he figured you were in a bad mood. Then the second day you continued and by the third he started questioning if this was a new symptom of your menstrual cycle. He felt a bit bad if it was (and also for blaming your mood swings on that) so he gave you a chocolate bar randomly. It was your turn to be confused that day because it turned out he just gave you chocolate for nothing and you were in fact not on your period.

All of this started last Friday. He hadn't been at the office on Thursday because quite literally he couldn't be bothered and would rather continue work at home— plus he was feeling a little more tired than usual. Of course you text him, asking if he was okay and offering to drop off food if he was sick, that was before you scolded him upon realising he had been slacking off. When he came in on Friday, he expected a huff of frustration before you made him buy you a coffee but there was nothing except an “Are you feeling better?” and then you were disappearing into your small box desk again. He raised an eyebrow but didn't think much until you walked past him downing a soda and barely said anything. The next day was the same, and then the next and the next until he was fed up. If there was a guiness world record for the most crap ingested in a day, he’d take the gold medal home. He had eaten a burger every lunchtime, had way too many cups of coffee each morning and even munched sweets instead of cereal and you still didn't say anything. The worst part was that you always just stopped, stared before eventually deciding to walk away again.

So today he tried for the last time before he finally gave up. He’s just going to have to ask you head on; there’s no way he’s letting you off the hook this time. He finds you in your usual spot at lunch, munching your sandwich on the park bench near the office. It’s quiet and no one really comes to the park here and whilst he’s never actually joined you before, he knows you come here often.

“Hey.”

You lift your head to meet his, suddenly caught off guard by his presence in the quiet park. “What are you doing here?”

“Y'know—just thought I'd ask if you wanna grab a drink with me?”

“What kind of drink?”

“Uhh… a slushie.”

You pause and then raise an eyebrow at him, confused. He’s sure he’s got you now; there's no way you can turn a blind eye to a slushie at break time. But you do. “Oh um, i’m okay, but if you want to-“

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You blink at him in confusion, shocked as he huffs loudly, breaking the tranquility of your spot, and stands right before you.

“Um, nothing?”

“It’s not nothing! You’ve barely commented on anything I've done all week. I drank soda for a week straight and you barely breathed wrong about it!”

“Shouldn’t you be happy about that? They all said that you would-“ This time he crosses his arms and stares you down and for a moment you’re actually kind of scared of him. You haven't seen him this annoyed since his superior in the DSO joked about blackmailing him with Sherry again.

“I’m sorry— who said what?”

“It’s not a big deal, I was just talking to some people..” But he’s already cutting you off and you know you can't escape the truth when he speaks again.

“If it's not a big deal, then you can tell me right? Go on.”

You let out a long sigh, attempting to make it seem like it's not that serious. His eyes are locked onto you and you have to avert your gaze to stop yourself messing up when you speak. “It was just a passing conversation between me and some interns last Thursday.” You shrug, taking a bite out of your sandwich as you look at the scenery, attempting to act nonchalant about it.

“And? That's not all, I know it isn't.” You groan and shift uncomfortably, letting out another huffed breath. “They just said I keep you in check a lot; I stop you from doing a lot of stuff.”

He’s not buying a second of it though and you don't even have to wait for him to urge you on to know he wants the full story.

“Fine, okay, they said that I was really bossy towards you and that I should let you do what you want.”

“What else? I know you wouldn’t care if a mere intern said that, so what's with the sudden change?” He rolls his eyes, sitting beside you on the bench as you groan and fiddle with the food wrapper in your hand. “They said I'm just an idiot who took the first job she could get and now I'm acting all high and mighty when I have the status of a mere assistant. Apparently you always look annoyed when I “scream at you” for doing anything i dont like and I'm also just an attention seeker or something. I left soon after..” The words are mumbled and he hates the way he can tell you’re ashamed of yourself when you avert your eyes like that and take the last bite of your sandwich.

“You’re such an idiot, yknow? Why on earth would you ever be bossy?” He scoffs, letting his arms settle in his side and he leans back into the bench. You dont reply, and he can't help but feel a gut full of worry for you. “You believe it, don't you?”

“I mean- it’s true a bit, is it not? You’re a higher status than me and I just.. decide what you can and can't do.”

“You do realise if i really had a problem with it, i just wouldn’t listen to you, right?”

“Yeah but- either way, surely I'm still annoying with my constant remarks.”

Your gaze shies away from him again and it causes a pang of guilt knowing you really did take some of their words to heart. He lets out a small sigh and shuffles up beside you, resting an arm on the back of the bench.

“Sometimes I forget that this is technically your first job out of university. You haven't done anything wrong in the slightest, alright? They’re just putting you down because they’re jealous. Just interns, that's all they are. But you’ve got authority and a position here. Hasn't every other staff here been nice to you and respectful? Hey, even the reception lady encouraged you to scold me the other day, didn't she?”

“..I mean yeah, she did and everyone else laughs about it too..” His hand slips down from the bench, patting your shoulder lightly before rubbing at it.

“Exactly, and you don't do it to annoy me do you?” He loves the way your lips curl into a frown at the accusation, horrified he would ever assume that.

“What? No, I only do it because you drink way too much coffee and you end up not sleeping well. Plus you always tend to eat fast food like every lunch, it’s not good for you.”

“So what's the harm done, hm? You’re not trying to be mean, I clearly don't mind it at all either. So stop beating yourself up about it.”

He gives you another quick squeeze as you mumble “okay”, and then finally retracts his arm, Though not before poking your forehead with his finger, intent on cheering you up. “I can't believe you’re actually three years younger than me. You’re so little, you know? I can’t believe you’ve only had one job your entire life.” The way you roll your eyes and stand up has him chuckling at your exasperated expression.

“I know what you’re going to do, don't even try ruffling my hair.”

“Would you prefer I carried you over my shoulder like a kid instead?” He wont forget the glare you gave him, crossing your arms at him and staring him down until he chuckles and stands himself.

“You know you’re not very intimidating, maybe you should try dressing up as a bioweapon— might even scare yourself. Anyway, cmon,” He remarks, picking up your work bag and slinging it on his shoulder before throwing your sandwich wrapper into the nearby bin.

“I think I have to go move some interns to a new state.” He smirks at you when he says it but deep down he’s dead serious; he won't let anyone put that ashamed expression on your face again.

Bonus:

“Hey, you know all those days i saw you eating that junk food, did you actually want to eat all of that?” You tilt your head up at him, almost about to scrunch your face up in disgust. He can't exactly blame you, after all, a burger for lunch every day isn’t appealing in the slightest.

“Well, the coffee was fake.”

“What about the food?”

“…” He’s already anticipating the punch you plant on his arm, huffing in annoyance.

“Leon!”

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lheslie · 2 months ago

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How Goo Comforts you

This post is dedicated to one of my readers who had been with me since the beginning. Thank you, angel4967759 I hope you enjoy this!

You were feeling down today, unfortunately Goo doesn't know what it is and you didn't want to be talk about it.

Goo looked at you; and in one glance, he immediately sensed that something was off with your mood.

He couldn't think of what was troubling his dear sweetheart, considering you didn't lack anything while you were with him, he'd never allow that to happen.

He'd give you everything that your heart desires, he can afford anything and everything with his money and power.

He surely didn't piss you off these past few days, has he? He kept wondering what he had done for you to weep inside all day in your shared bedroom.

He decided to stop pondering and confront your problems; whatever it may be, he will fight with you through it.

"Sugar plum, what's on your mind?" He softly approached, giving you a gentle hug, while you suddenly pulled him into your embrace feeling his warmth that soothes the pain that you were experiencing.

- If it was with your enemy.

"I'll hunt them down and beat em up, place em in a duffle bag and throw them on the sea."

"I'll make Kouji hack their assests so they'd go bankrupt."

"I'll beat humiliate them in public."

- If it were school.

"Why do you need to study anyways? I can provide for the both of us, just sit still and look pretty for me darling." He cooes.

"If ya want I'll beat up your professor into giving you straight As." He laughed.

- If it was because of a fight with a friend.

"Ahhh sheesh, don't friends always fight? It's normal me and Gun kill each other all the time." He awkwardly says.

"That's not normal Goo..." You replied.

"They're not a real friend then, find a better one, INFACT why do you need a friend when you have your boyfriend here, I can be your bestfriend." He jokes.

"Okay Gurl spill the tea." He continued.

- If it was about your appearance.

He looked at you in shocked that you even said that about yourself.

He would grab two sandwiches and put them on the sides of your cheeks.

"BABY YOU'RE THE MOST PRETTIEST WOMAN I HAVE EVER MET DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT AGAIN." He yells at you.

"Why are you holding two sandwiches near my face." You asked him.

"Because you're my idiot sandwich." He smiles as he kissed your lips.

- If it was your weight.

"It means there's more for me to bite- I mean touch and love." He says.

"What??" You questioned him.

"Shhhh." He shushed you quiet as he started to bite you.

"AHHH GOO DON'T DO THAT." You hit him in the head.

He pulled you in to a big embrace, lifting you up in the air.

"You're literally so light the fuck you mean gurl." He says.

- Conflict with Parents

"Runaway with me to las vegas and marry me" He gets down in one knee.

"That's too early Goo." You replied.

"I'M 20 YEARS OLD I AM A GRANDPA AT THIS POINT." He argues.

"YOU HAVEN'T EVEN GRADUATED YET." You counter argued.

"Who cares I'm rich, ka CHING" He laughs as he shows you his credit cards.

He lifted you up bridal style, "I'll fuckin kill all of your problems because I'm YOUR ONLY PROBLEM." He menacingly grinned, kissing you.

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eternalxvenus · 1 year ago

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୨⎯ Like a good neighbor, Gojo is there ⎯୧

summary: You've just moved into a fixer-upper in a quaint neighborhood, excited to start building and designing your dream home. Everything's perfect…or would be, if it weren't for that gorgeous but obnoxious Satoru Gojo next door, who you fight with practically every day.

cw: smut 18+, satoru gojo x f!reader, smut, a little fluff, a smidgen of plot if you squint, gojo is annoying, no curses au, gojo is stupidly rich, pet names (baby, sweetheart), oral f!receiving, p in v, light choking, squirting

word count: 1.5k

notes: this is my first time writing smut so pls bear with me… the tile is bc that logo has been stuck in my head all damn day </3, im also debating on making a part 2… and lastly HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!

You woke up to the sound of birds and wind, the sun shining brightly through your uncovered windows. As you stretched your limbs out with a groan trying to fully wake up, you thought about all the things you had to do today.

The clock shown 9:15am. Getting out of bed, the house was warm thanks to the summer morning. After doing your morning routine and eating breakfast you decide that you’re next project for the house will be painting the outside porch railing. You already had the paint, opting for a soft brown color.

Outside the air was warm and almost humid. The half empty coffee cup rested on the small table you had out there. Your clothes were already stained and rugged from previous projects done on the house. You picked up a paintbrush and promptly started on the porch.

About an hour or so later you were still painting, a light sheen in your forehead as you hummed a song stuck in your head. This was the peace you were looking for.

“Heyyy Y/N, how’s your morning going?” You roll your eyes, recognizing the all to chipper voice. Your neighbor Satoru Gojo. He was the most non-peaceful thing about the entire neighborhood. You tried to ignore him, but of course he was already making his way over. “I said good morning, what’s wrong too tired to speak?” he inquired.

A loud huff leaves your mouth. “No Gojo. I just don’t want to speak. To you at least.”

“Ah don’t be like that. I know what’s got you in a sour mood. It’s that ugly paint color isn’t it? Looks like shit— literally.”

“Gojo please do not come over here starting nonsense. It’s a pretty neutral brown. Now go away and leave me be.” You pick up the paint can and move to the next part of the porch. Gojo watches you lazily as you move about. He’s uncharacteristically silent and you almost forget that he’s even there. Glancing up to give him a look that says ‘What?’

With a no good smile on his face he says “Have lunch with me Y/N. Take a break and i’ll make us something good.”

You thought about declining but you were really hungry. As if on command your stomach growled rather loudly. “What’s the catch? You berate all my artistic choices thus far?” you deadpan.

With a hand over his chest in mock offense Gojo replies saying, “I would never!” He starts walking over to his house beckoning you to follow. “C’mon i’ll make us some sandwich wraps.”

You follow Gojo into his house and i soon as you step inside you see the stark contrast the inside has compared to the outside. Everything looks modern and sleek.

Gojo clears his throat before speaking. “Have a seat wherever. I’ll get started on the wraps.” You give a brief nod, walking into his living room to get a closer look at the decor. Fifteen minutes later, Gojo walks in empty handed.

“I put the wraps in the fridge. I usually let them sit in there about 10-15 minutes before eating so they have a better crunch and don’t get as soggy.” He plopped down on the couch stretching out his arms and legs. His eyes kept moving down to your ass as you walked around. “Come sit and let’s talk.”

You sit down next to him, making sure to leave a good amount of space between you both, before he scoots you closer by the hips.

“You know, I’ve never had such a pretty neighbor before…” Gojo’s voice is smooth and filled with seduction. Your heartbeat picks up as he places a hand on your thigh squeezing lightly.

“Gojo… what are you doing?” You ask in a breathy voice. His touch had an effect on you and you hated it. The last thing he needed was an ego boost.

“Oh come on Y/N, why do you think i’m always coming to bother you? I needed an excuse to see your pretty face.” He lowered his head to place light kisses along your jaw and neck. You moved your head to the side to give him better access. It couldn’t hurt to have a little fun…

Gojo moves from your neck and looks into your eyes. You see the dark lustful look in them before he pulls you in for a heated and bruising kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth, both of you barely stopping to get any air. You can feel the heat and arousal rushing through your body as he pulls you into his lap. Lifting his hips up slightly you can feel that he’s already hard and definitely not small. You break the kiss to pull off your shirt and Gojo nearly rips off your bra before taking one of your hard nipples into his mouth while working the other between his fingers. “Ah… Gojo-”

“Satoru” he says breathing heavily and looking into your eyes. “Please call me Satoru.”

“Satoru… don’t tease.” you nearly whine.

“Fuck… i need to taste you.” Without missing a beat Gojo lays you down on the couch, making quick work of getting your jeans and panties off. “You’re so wet, this all for me?” his lips formed that cocky smirk. “Shut up and do something.” you say squirming. He grabs your hips to still you then lowers his head to taste your arousal. “You taste better than I could’ve imagined… so fucking sweet.” He goes straight into it, sucking your clit into his mouth and teasing your hole with his tongue like he’s starved. Your hands immediately find purchase in his hair. You tug slightly making Gojo moan which only adds to the knot that’s already forming in your stomach.

You try to lift your hips but he has you in an iron grip. Heavy pants and moans slip past your lips as you feel that familiar sensation or your orgasm. “Ah! Sa-satoru! Fuck i’m gonna cum!” he continues working his tongue on your clit as he inserts two of his long fingers inside of you, curling them to hit that spot that has you seeing stars. Gojo eagerly licks and sucks all that you’re offering as you slowly start to come down from your high. He kisses your thighs and slowly makes his way up to your face. “I could eat you out all day” he breathes out. “But right now I wanna be inside you.”

You watch as he takes off his pants, seeing the wet patch on his boxers from his precum. After removing the rest of his clothing he now rests in between your legs, stroking himself as he rubs his tip against your clit. You buck your hips trying to get more friction but Gojo won’t budge. “Tell me what you want.” he whispers aligning himself with your entrance. “Satoru just fuck me please!” You say impatiently. The only warning you have is Gojo saying “If you say so.” before sliding his cock in until he bottomed out.

He threw his head back with a groan. “Shiiiit baby you’re so fucking tight.” He gave you a moment to adjust then started fucking you at an almost inhuman pace. All you could do was moan not able to form anything coherent. You felt Gojo’s hand come to your neck and squeeze just enough to heighten the force of his thrust. “You take me so well… this slutty pussy just keeps sucking me in.” His free hand slipped down to rub harsh circles on your clit causing you to practically scream. “Satoru! Too much!”

“You can take it baby i’m almost there. I want you to cum for me.”

Gojo keeps up his unrelenting pace and overstimulates your clit. You can feel him throbbing inside of you as his thrusts start to stagger and get sloppy signaling he was close. “Fuck baby I’m gonna cum… gonna cum all over those pretty tits.”

“Please Satoru! Feels so good… fucking cumming ah!” You feel a gush of warm liquid between your legs just as Gojo pulls out whimpering while spilling his cum all over your stomach. “F-fucking shit! Fuck baby…” you both lay there panting as Gojo gives you small feathery kisses. After a minute or two he gets up to grab a towel to clean you up with. He’s back in his boxers and had one of his shirts for you to wear. You blush taking it with a small “Thank you.”

Once you’ve sat up and slipped on the shirt you notice the wet spot staining the couch. “Shit… sorry about your couch Satoru. I’ll give you the money to replace it.”

Gojo laughs at your concern for his couch. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart.” He moves you both over to a the other side of the couch that isn’t ruined. “No really i’ll replace it, how much was it?” He mumbles something that you don’t understand. “What?”

“$3,600.”

You stare at him in shock. “Satoru what the hell!” He dismisses your shock with a wave of his hand and lays you both down. “I told you don’t worry about it. Right now just lay here with me.” Just as you both got comfortable and closed your eyes, your stomach growls loudly.

“I guess now would be a good time to get those sandwiches.” Gojo laughs.

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aloysiavirgata · 9 months ago

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Unremarkable house, Brother Bill, rooster

Mulder is in the big hammock out back, sprawled like a Roman Emperor. The chickens are out, pecking for bugs among the goat droppings. He has a lemon shandy in a frosty glass. He has a tomato sandwich with tomatoes from their garden and homemade bread. He has Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell next to him.

He has misgivings.

Scully enters his field of view, stage left, “Mulder, you’d better put those damn chickens away before he gets here, especially Francisco. That rooster is a complete menace.”

She glares at the enormous bird. They’ve had a few scuffles, she and Francisco. There have been Band-Aids and three stitches.

He slurps at his drink. “You don’t think your brother wants to see my big cock?”

She is silent for a long moment. Then, “I swear to God I will literally kill you, Mulder. I will shoot you and I will bury you out here and I will put a big gazebo over your grave and every time I sit in it I will think about how much you had it coming.”

She stalks back to the house.

“Jesus,” Mulder says to the chickens. “Someone is in a mood.”

***

It’s an awkward greeting, but not as awkward as he’d imagined. He and Bill have always hated each other, which makes it easy to pick up where they’d left off, like two enemy pirate captains running into one another at a bar in Tortuga.

Bill, per usual, looks like he was waiting for the Dulcolax to kick in. Douchebag plaid shorts that Rob Petrie wouldn’t have touched with a ten foot golf club.

He sweeps his sister up in a massive hug and she got rather teary and Bill, to his credit, looks a bit pink around the eyes and nose as well. He puts his sister down after a moment, smoothing her hair.

Bill and Mulder then acknowledge one another’s undeniable existence on the material plane. Shake hands like sulky but well-mannered children after a baseball game.

***

Now they’re on the deck while Mulder tends the grill, three gorgeous steaks from a neighbor’s cow before him.

“It’s beautiful out here, Dana,” Bill says.

“Mostly Mulder’s doing,” Scully replies, sipping at the wine her brother had brought. “He’s honestly a wizard with this property.” She glances at him when she says it and he smiles back.

“Really?” Bill says. “Well, color me impressed. Mulder, I had no idea you were such an adept little homemaker.”

Mulder moves the steaks to a serving platter. “Oh, sure. Dana just uses me for cooking, yardwork, and sex.”

Bill chokes on his beer and Scully closes her eyes for a beat the way Anne Boleyn must have when they led her from the Tower.

Mulder sets the platter on the table, uncovers the potato salad and the asparagus. Sourdough rolls and goat-milk butter.

“Now Bill,” he says, “you tell me if that steak is too rare and I’ll pop it right in the microwave for you. Let me know if you need anything else, some A-1 or ketchup or anything at all. I want you to feel at home.”

Absolute daggers in Scully’s eyes.

Bill coughs lightly. “Everything looks fantastic, thank you both.”

“It was good of you to make the drive, Bill,” Scully says, loading up plates with food. “I know it’s a bit of a haul.”

Bill smiles indulgently. “Couldn’t be this close to my kid sister after so long and not swing by!”

“Though we would have understood,” Mulder says, warmly. He butters a roll and passes it to his brother in law. “Never feel obligated.”

Bill narrows his eyes as he accepts the bread. “Thank you.”

“I’m going to need some new pictures of the kids,” Scully says brightly. “Matthew must have grown six inches since that school photo you sent, Bill! And Mom says Claire has lost two teeth.”

“I’ll tell Tara to send some,” Bill says, puffing up.

They eat in silence for a time. Knives cutting through the tender steaks and stabbing into waxy potatoes and young asparagus. Butter dripping down chins.

“It’s a shame William isn’t growing up here,” Bill says, wiping his plate with another roll. “Dana, how could-“

Her fork clatters to her plate and he shuts up.

A roaring silence like an event horizon.

“Bill,” Scully says, sweetly. “We have the most beautiful rooster to show you.”

#xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #msr #my fic #prompt #pre iwtb #unremarkable house #bill scully #chickens

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small-pleasures · 10 days ago

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So I started writing this before today's episode aired but I wanted to finish it anyway

Vic finds him in front of Jack’s grave again. As much as she loved her dad, it feels like she’s been to his grave more since Robert came back than she has in the last year combined.

“You know, when I said you might need to deal with everything you went through inside, this isn’t really what I had in mind.” she smirks as she walks over.

He just stares ahead, taking a large swig out of the bottle of whiskey he has hanging by his side.

She comes to stand beside him, staring down at the grave herself, at the neatly placed flowers she put there last week.

“Does it help?” she looks up at him, “you being here. Does it make you feel better?”

Robert huffs out a laugh, but she notices the shine to his eyes as he lifts the bottle to his lips again.

“No,” he finally gets out in a small voice, “No, it doesn’t help. It just makes me feel…”

She doesn’t look away. “Makes you feel what, Robert?”

Unwilling, or unable, to finish the sentence, he shakes his head, bottle to his lips again as his eyes scan the rest of the graveyard. He doesn’t catch it at first, his eyes glancing at it then moving on quickly, only faintly registering in his slightly tipsy brain as a name he should recognise. His eyes dart back and, no, they weren’t playing tricks on him.

Olivia Louise Flaherty.

He drops the bottle, cheap whiskey spilling out and soaking into his dad’s grave. It takes a second for Victoria to follow his eyeline, to figure out why his face has gone slack.

“Wait…” but he’s already marching towards it, more determined that she’s seen him since he’s been back. “Robert, wait!”

It can’t be true. He’d know, he’d know if Liv was dead, wouldn’t he?

But there it is, literally written in stone in front of him.

Olivia Louise Flaherty

19th October 2022

He feels like his brain is going to explode.

“Robert…” Vic finally catches up with him, trying to put an arm around him. “I’m so sorry.”

But it means nothing, he barely hears her. It’s too much and he’s on his knees and the tears are streaming and and…

He has to go. He has to leave, because he feels like if he stares at that slab of stone any longer, he’s going to stop breathing.

Aaron’s just fixing a sandwich when the doorbell goes, trilling around the apartment. He’s barely halfway to the door when it goes again, and again, desperate for attention.

“Alright, alright I’m coming!” he mutters under his breath. Pressing the button, “Hello?”

Some heavy breathing, and then, “Aaron.”

He lets out a sigh. He’s really not in the mood to have to deal with Robert today. At least John’s not in right now.

“Robert, seriously? I really don’t have time for this…”

“Aaron. Please.” His voice cracks, tinny over the intercom. And Aaron hears the pleading, the desperate edge in his voice, can tell he’s been crying.

And he hates how quickly his resolve is broken, how little hesitation he has before he presses the button to let him up.

He opens the door to a different Robert than he’s seen since he’s been back. He’s slumped against the wall with a tear stained face and muddy knees. Aaron can only assume the worst.

“Robert? What’s wrong? Has something happened?”

He looks up, wiping a hand over his face, only achieving dragging a smudge of mud further down his cheek.

“Three years? She’s been dead three years and I didn’t know?”

And the realisation hits him like a moving truck, of course Robert didn’t know. How could he? He didn’t even think. He takes the taller man by the arm, surprising himself by pulling him into a hug. And they stand like that, Robert’s slumped form eventually molding into the shape of Aaron’s arms. He can feel Robert sobbing against him, and feels the tears start to come for himself.

“I’m so sorry,” Robert slurs against him. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for her. Or for you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I really did think I was doing the right thing, you know? I thought you’d be better without me, I thought…”

At this Aaron detangles himself from Robert, looking up at him.

“Yeah, you thought a lot of things. But we needed you Robert, I needed you. And you weren’t there.” It’s more resentment than Aaron realised he had. He sees Robert’s defeated look, knows it’s not fair. “I’m sorry. Really, I’m sorry you found out like this, it wasn’t fair. But you need to go.”

Robert slumps back against the wall. “Aaron, please…”

“We can talk about her another time, yeah? We’ll go visit the grave, together, I promise. But I can’t do this right now.”

Roberts nods slowly, lifting himself from the wall and turning to walk away.

“I’ll be better.” Robert says. “In the future, when you give me another chance, I’ll be better.”

Aaron doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t really know what to say. He just stands, watching as Robert walks away, waiting for the front door to close.

John arrives home after work, complaining about something Liam said, or did, or whatever. Aaron's not really listening. He dug out all of his photos of Liv, been looking at them all afternoon.

John comes to sit beside him, picks up a few of the photos. "Hey, what's brought this on? I haven't seen you looking at these for a while?"

"What, I need an excuse to look at pictures of my sister?" Aaron snaps back at him, instantly regretting his tone.

"No of course not," John takes his hand. "Just want to make sure everything is alright. Did something happen?"

Aaron pauses, thinks about Robert, about comforting him. That despite the circumstances how right it felt to have Robert in his arms again. About telling him to leave despite the fact, no because of the fact, that all he wanted to do was tell him to stay.

"No." He lies. "Nothing happened."

#emmerdale #emmerdale fanfic #robert sugden #aaron dingle #robron #liv flaherty #so i wasn't watching around that time #so i don't actually know what Liv's grave says #or where it is #so this might not be 100% accurate #but you get the gist

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icycoldninja · 1 year ago

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Can you do a Sparda boys + V about a gn!reader who flinches at everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. There’s an unexpected noise? They jump. Someone blinks? They recoil. Literally nothing has happened but they’re feeling on edge? They flinch at their own thoughts. (Based on me when my anxiety gets bad. It’s embarrassing, I genuinely start tweaking and it’s because someone sneezed two rooms over or smth)

Aw man, that sounds tough. Hope you're doing well. Enjoy.

Sparda Boys + V x Jittery!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante will take advantage of your constant tension by sneaking up on you and going "boo" when you least expect it.

-He knows not to take it too far, though, and stops if you get too frightened or upset.

-He's only trying to lighten the mood, though, and will hurriedly scoop you into his arms, kissing you and squeezing you tight if you get overwhelmed.

-When things go bump in the night, frightening you, he'll be sure to hold you close and occasionally whisper words of comfort to clam you down.

-He might even buy you sound-proof headphones so you don't have to hear weird noises, thus improving your sleep.

-Doesn't shame or make fun of you for it, but he may occasionally pull a minor, lighthearted prank or two. It's just for fun.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil understands how you feel--there was a time in his youth when he was the same way.

-When he sees you react to random sounds, he will put his arm around you and wordlessly pull you close.

-Occasionally, and that means very, very, rarely, Vergil will cradle you like a baby and rock you back and forth, humming so softly you can barely hear it.

-He will read to you at night, especially during a storm or when there's loud winds outside; his gentle voice extremely comforting and easy to focus on.

-Always wraps you up tightly in blankets like a big burrito so you can feel safe at night and not have to worry about any weird noises. Why would you, anyway? If somebody or something does manage to break in, Vergil will JCE and that'll be the end of it.

-He, too, will buy you noise canceling headphones for you to use when silence and focus is needed the most.

□ Nero □

-Nero doesn't really understand what you're going through, but he tries his best to help you.

-When you freak out at things that don't exist, Nero's there to give you a quick hug and a kiss, telling you everything's alright.

-Puts on music to distract you from everything, including your own thoughts, which somehow scare you.

-At night, Nero will sandwich your head in between thick pillows so once again, the sound is muffled.

-If you still somehow get scared, don't worry, Nero's there to hold you till you calm down.

● V ●

-V doesn't understand why you're so jittery all the time, but he does his best to figure out why and devise ways to help you with it.

-His soothing voice is definitely a boon here; hearing him read poetry helps take your mind off of everything.

-Griffon and Shadow help too--Griffon with his jokes that keep you laughing for hours, and Shadow's big warm body is such a comfort.

-When there are storms or other bad and loud weather, V will simply cuddle you, and might even turn on a movie or something.

-Bedtime stories are a common occurrence too, and are perfect for winding down before going to sleep.

-Should you ever become frightened, V will simply shower you with kisses and words of affirmation till your nerves are put at ease and you fall asleep again.

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mt-oe · 1 year ago

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this is VERY random but I felt like would be a funny write.. so i'm like 98% sure I have scoliosis and I am going in for an appointment soon (my spine when someone runs their finger on it is literally curved as an s, and I have a lot of the symptoms, sigh.) , but- modern!mizu x reader with scoliosis plspls?? it doesn't need to be much, it could just be headcanons, or writing, but maybe she helps reader out with body positivity because the readers self image gets tainted after being diagnosed with it, and they have it kinda severe and are ashamed of needing to use a back brace. She is just there for the reader through it all, even if reader needs surgery and is MORTIFIED of spinal injections and hates needles. just something comforting would work if you end up writing for this, thank you!! :)

𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚—modern mizu x reader

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Hey dear!

Sorry this took a while! My hand has been swelling quite a lot lately and has been a bit painful.

Thank you for this really fun and unique idea <3 I'm so sorry to hear about your scolio but I hope the treatment plan wouldn't be too harsh or sudden for you.

I hope this will lighten up your mood.

Enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warning: not proofread, body insecurties, she/her for mizu. implied afab reader

"I just don't think you get it!" you whined at Mizu before taking a bite out of your food.

It was just a regular day for Mizu, working on her term-end project. Just as she was about to head out for lunch, you had called her. Despite not being able to understand your ramblings through the phone, your exasperated tone was enough to unnerve her.

Now she was here, eating her sandwich while you ranted to her about your recent doctor's trip.

And you were right, she doesn't get it. Mizu was the type of person to never complain about any bodily pains and just takes it in like a champ. But for you, she was willing to try to understand.

She stared at you as she munched on her food before setting it down on the plate. "Calm down. Just try to explain it better," she sighed out, rolling her eyes at you.

You took a deep breath, groaning into your hands before looking up at her with a slight glare. Another deep breath escaped your lips as your eyes softened and traveled to the pieces of vegetables that had fallen from your food. "I got an x-ray done the other day and just went in for a physical examination today. The doctor told me I have scoliosis and I...I don't know what to do."

"I mean I know I complain about my back hurting all the time but now it feels...different," you ranted, putting your own sandwich down and sighing. "It feels so overwhelming to know that what I considered normal was something far worse after all."

Mizu listened to your words intently as she munched on her sandwich. She had always noticed how curved your back was and was always there to help whenever you complained about your back pain but never really felt the necessity to point it out. The news of your diagnosis didn't really surprise her and she honestly thought the curve of your back was something that added quirkiness to you, but she understood why and how overwhelmed you were.

A moment of silence overtook the two of you for a moment as both of you took a bite out of your food before she looked up. "And did they mention anything about treatment?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You opened your mouth before closing it again, letting out another groan. The treatment plan was what made this whole situation worse for you. "Surgery," you said simply, looking down at your food. She tilted her head a bit, eyebrow raised higher, looking at you directly with wide eyes. "Excuse me?" she asked, voice holding a bit of disbelief.

"Back braces might not work for me anymore since I'm a grown adult so surgery is my next option," you replied, looking away. The idea of getting such an invasive procedure done made your throat tighten up at the thought. "I'm honestly really really fucking scared..."

Her eyes looked away as well, unsure of how to comfort you but she really wanted to. She knew how bad, how scared, how heavy you were feeling at the moment but her own inability to properly express the words she wanted to say was preventing her from comforting you.

Instead, she reached up to your head before patting it, corners of her lips curving up slightly in attempt to give you a comforting smile. You raised an eyebrow at her action, finding it adorable at the same time new. "It really is scary, huh? But...you can do it. I'm sure of that," she said in a softer tone as compared to her usual. "I can go with you if you want," she offered as she continued patting your head, her other hand gently pushing your sandwich closer to you.

Your hands took your sandwich, a small smile slowly crept up to your face while you took a bite out of it. "I-I'll tell you if I need help," you said as you chuckled slightly. "Just feels bad knowing there's something wrong with my body."

"Nothing's wrong with your body,." Her hand slowly traced your face before letting go to take a bite out of her sandwich. "Diagnosed or not, you're still the same. You will always be the same to me," she chuckled.

She took a napkin and leaned forward, wiping the sauce off of the corners of your lips.

"Same face." wipe

"Same personality." wipe

"And same corny, whiny attitude," she joked, earning a small "hey!" from you. You pouted at her playfully, holding back the smile that was once again creeping up to your face.

Mizu let out a huff of amusement and joy at the sight of your held-back smile, somehow feeling relieved that she was able to comfort you even just a bit. "But most of all, you'll still have the same wonderful soul," she said in a softer tone.

You finally allowed yourself to smile and take the last bite out of your food. "Even if they put a metal rod in my back?" you joked. She laughed before patting your head again. "Even with a metal rod in your back," she replied reassuringly.

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you fixed your hair again once Mizu stopped patting you. "Didn't really expect you to get to sweet and sappy...but I'm thankful to have you with me." You gently grasped her hand, looking at it fondly before meeting her gaze.

The feeling of joy and relief in knowing someone will be there for you overtook your body, making you stand up and go over to her side to hug her., "Thank you, Mizu. For comforting me and being here for me."

Her body stiffened up at the sudden hug before slowly warming up to it. A small smile tugged on her lips as nodded, acknowledging what you had just said. "Don't thank me and don't worry too much. You're okay...you're fine."

#bes mizu x reader #bes mizu #bes x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai mizu #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu #mizu x reader #mizu imagine #mizu x you

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nihilizzzm · 2 years ago

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The fellowship at the house party

tw: drinking alcohol, smoking weed and nicotine

yeah so i might be hangover again but at least it gives me dope post ideas

(disclaimer that makes it even funnier: every description is based on someone i know and i was drinking with, so yeah, call it my slavic heritage ig)

Frodo: His house, not his idea. It was available. He has a big house far away from the city centre, so loud music won’t kill anyone. He specifically said he’a never doing a big party. It happened anyway. At first he is stressed about everything, trying to save as much furniture as he can. Than he decides that fuck it and drinks some beer. At some point he doesn’t care anymore, goes to sleep. No hangover, in the morning he’s drinking coffee and watching everyone cleaning up the mess.

Merry: Very much not his house, very much his idea. Surprisingly he’s not that drunk, but his goal for the night is to get Pippin drunk as fuuuck. He looks after him tho, as much as it’s possible. He invited most of the people. The best dj, not the only one unfortunately, but definitely the most skilled one. Did spend some time in the smoking circle in the garden. Also no hangover (surprisingly v2), helps cleaning. He has his honour.

Pippin: Came to drink and so he did. No shit talking, first thing he said when he entered was ‘where’s vodka?!’. From the very beginning he knew he is gonna be the drunkest. He was not tho, this spot is reserved for someone else, but he was trying his best. Merry helped him a lot. Also he smoked a lot. Anyway right after midnight he passed out, slept under the table. Hangover in the morning, still he was satisfied with himself.

Sam: He helped Frodo decorate. Came earlier and made sandwiches. Some laughed at this idea but at the end of the night there was not a single one left. Pure soul, he doesn’t rly drink. He had like one and a half beer and that’s it. He was sitting with Frodo for the whole night and put him to sleep. In the morning he helped cleaning but most importantly he was the one telling everyone what they have to do.

Gimli: Challenged Legolas to a drinking competition. We all know how it went down. But before he was the best dancer. Ok, maybe not the best but the most committed one. Also came earlier and helped Sam with making drinks, the fancy kind (with what was available and affordable ofc). He was bitching in the morning but helped with the dishes.

Legolas: Oh boy… First of all danced with Gimli, then they fought, then he won the drinking game with him. They kissed in the process, they are in a weird situationship. After the party they started dating. After Gimli passed out he got even more drunk and got into full diva mood. Suddenly he became best friends with Boromir with who he usually is not that close. He is one of the two people who went to buy more booze in the middle of the night to the nearest petrol station. He was also the one who took the most of the photos, mostly blurry tho. Miraculously not hangover. How? Magic ig. Or maybe bc he’s the one who ate all of the sandwiches. Doesn’t clean in the morning, he sits in the kitchen with a tea and posts photos at his insta and laughs at Gimli and Boromir.

Boromir: Had a shitty week at work and with his father so he knew he’s gonna be drunk. But man- Drunk a lot, smoked a lot (he doesn’t even smoke usually??). Literally the amount of booze in his system would kill Pippin. Talking about Pippin they did drink a lot together before Pippin was out. He’s the other half of people who went to the petrol station. Why? He wanted more alcohol and Legolas said he will pay if Boromir would carry everything. They rly started getting along after certain amount if booze. He fell asleep on the couch. Aragorn gave him a bucket, he didn’t need it but in the morning he started thinking it would be better if he did. He didn’t help cleaning, he wasn’t trusting his legs well enough. He was just sitting on the couch in dark glasses and hoped for his life to get together. But Aragorn was sitting with him so it was nice.

Aragorn: Didn’t drink a lot. Smoked weed tho. He was almost all the time in the smoking garden circle with Gandalf. Than went inside to check on people and when he found out Boromir and Legolas are out of the house he lost any hope for a good ending of this night. He got so stoned that when everything was quieting down he was sitting with drunk af Boromir on the couch and started braiding his hair talking about some metaphysical shit. He also became very open about his feelings, Boromir doesn’t remember. They will work it out eventually. Until morning he was sober and made everyone electrolytes and tea. And gave Boromir the glasses. Helped with cleaning.

Gandalf: He brought weed. Didn’t even get inside, literally just sitting and smoking. In the middle of the night disappeared. In the morning texted if everyone is okay and didn’t stop asking until everyone answered. Said he’s never doing it again and that every single one of the members of the fellowship is a stupid bitch. Checked twice on Pippin. Shouted at Boromir with all capital letters for like 20 minutes. Boromir just muted the chat. He did appear on the next party anyway.

Bonus:

Faramir: Boromir specifically told him not to go, bc he feared the young one will get drunk. He didn’t. Drunk a bit, danced a lot with Eomer and Eowyn. Had fun. Boromir doesn’t know he was there and nobody will ever tell him.

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animationstarlover1983 · 4 months ago

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Five Night’s at Freddy’s: System Reboot AU.

Vanuary/@Vanessaverse-Official.

Vanuary Day 20: Family.

Description: A Special Fnaf Fan Short Story made for the Vanuary Month Event, Specifically made for Day 20: Family.

Extra: this goes a bit into AU and Headcanon Territory, as well as stuff from the Books as well.

Extra: this story was quite literally made last minute on day 19, I almost missed it.

Please Enjoy.

It was a Morning in the Town, the Sky was Blue with Puffy White Clouds and the Bright Sun, the Wind was Nice and Gentle and the Birds were Singing and Chirping in the Air

At the Arrington House the Day was getting Started, the Morning Sunlight slipped through Vanessa’s Blinds and Windows and was making its way to Vanessa sleeping in her bed

Suddenly Vanessa’s room door opened slowly as a Small Figure sneaked its way in the room, with Quiet and Mischievous Giggles the figure proceeded to get closer and closer until revealing it was Gregory

Gregory then proceeded to activate his Gremlin Child Mode and began poking Vanessa’s face to wake her up

Gregory: Mom wake up, it’s Morning (he said quietly), you promised me my Morning Hot Chocolate

Vanessa seemed to be in deep sleep, she had a smile on her face seemingly from having a Nice and Peaceful Dream

Gregory felt a sense of Happiness and Relief seeing Vanessa having a Nice Dream, he had Remembered that when they first started living Together she had been Suffering from Horrific Nightmares and Stuff but now she looked as Peaceful as a Sleeping Princess

Gregory then got a Contemplative and Mischievous look on his face as he proceeded to climb up Vanessa’s bed and stand up

Gregory: 3

Gregory: 2

Gregory: 1

Gregory then jumped up high and said from the top of his lungs

Gregory: WAKE UP MOM (as he falls on her)

As Gregory fell on her she woke up almost immediately and nearly screamed in shock

Vanessa: OH MY GOD

Vanessa looked around and then noticed that Little Chaotic Monster on her bed

Gregory: Good Morning Mom (with a Mischievous Smile)

Vanessa then relaxed and suddenly grabbed Gregory and wrapped him in a Hug while Ruffling his Hair

Vanessa: Good Morning you little Monster (as she gives him a Gentle Kiss on the Forehead)

Vanessa and Gregory then Smelled the Scent of Waffles as well as Toast - Eggs and Bacon coming from the kitchen

Vanessa put on her Robe as she and Gregory made their way to the Kitchen, they both saw Freddy wearing an Apron

Freddy: Good Morning Superstar, Good Morning Starlight, Breakfast will be ready soon

Vanessa: Thank you Freddy, I’ll help get Breakfast Ready too

Vanessa: Brownie Bean, you can go wait while me and Freddy get Breakfast Ready

Gregory: ok

Vanessa proceeded to help Freddy in the Kitchen, she got out a Bowl and got a couple of Strawberries - Blueberries - Oranges - Kiwis and Pineapples and cut them up and made a Fruit Salad

Freddy noticed that Vanessa was Smiling all the while helping make Breakfast

Freddy: You seem to be in a Good Mood Today 😁

Vanessa: hehe, yeah well, I just feel like Todays gonna be a really Good Day is all ☺️

Freddy: aw, well I’m glad you feel that way, it’s nice to see you feeling Optimistic

Vanessa: well, guess you can say I learned from the best

Freddy: Aw, that’s so Sweet

as Freddy was finishing Gregory’s Waffles Vanessa was then making Hot Chocolate for Gregory and Vanilla Honey Milk Tea for herself, then she took the Toast - Eggs and Bacon and made herself a Breakfast Sandwich

Meanwhile Gregory was in the Living Room Watching Saturday Morning Cartoons when he was called to the kitchen

Vanessa and Gregory proceeded to Eat there Breakfast and Drink their Hot Chocolate and Tea, after they were finished the 3 of them cleaned up the table and put their

After a while they decided to relax a bit, as some time passed Vanessa stood up and spoke

Vanessa: alright guys, i think it’s time to start getting ready to head out now

Gregory: Finally, I’ve been waiting

Freddy: well, I guess it’s time to start the Day now

Vanessa: alright let’s get Ready

The 3 of them proceeded to go to their rooms and Prepare for their Outing, Gregory and Vanessa Showered - Got Dressed - Brushed their Teeth and Pack what they needed, Freddy put on his Disguise and waited Downstairs

Vanessa and Gregory then joined Freddy and they made their way to the Car as Freddy got into his Trailer

Before getting in the Car both Gregory and Vanessa noticed something in the Air, they looked and saw that it was a Drone

Gregory: Woah, Cool a Drone

Vanessa: huh, it looks like one of the Faz-Drone Products

The drone then flew off

Vanessa and Gregory proceeded to go into the car and Buckley their Seats

Vanessa alright Boys, you both ready to go

Gregory: You know it

Freddy: we sure are

Vanessa: Sylvie, are you ready

Vanessa: Alright, let’s go (as she starts her Car and drives off Nice and Slowly)

(Later)

Things seem to be pretty lively at the Faz-Sanctuary (The New Home for all Good Animatronics and AI’s), all of the Animatronic Residence were going about their business, Meanwhile our Faz-Fam were in one of the Hangout Spots, either Talking or Playing Games

Eclipse - Jackie and Music Man were Playing Pictionary, the 3 of them Amazed by each others Drawings

Tony - Bonnie - Amelia and Chica were playing Headbands, Tony was Beating them with 0 Effort

Quinn - Luis and Jericho were Playing Uno, Quinn was Winning with 0 Effort as well

Nora - Tristan and Daniel were playing Would you Rather, Nora was Dominating the 2 of them

Monty: hey guys, where are Roxy and Cassie

Eclipse oh their outside the front Waiting

Monty: well tell her to hurry, I wanna challenge and beat her at some Arm Wrestling

Cassie, Jeremy and Roxy all waited outside as they could see Vanessa’s Car in View

Cassie: Yay, they’re here

Roxy’s attention was focused on something else

Roxy: hey guys check that out (as she points in the air)

She was pointing at a Faz-Drone that was spotted in the air

Cassie: woah, a Faz-Drone, I thought they sold out of those years ago

The drone then flew away, the 3 star family then got out the car

Vanessa: hi guys we’re here (in a Merry Tune)

Gregory ran up to hug Cassie as they greeted each other

Jeremy: it’s good to see you guys

Freddy: hi Mr Fitzgerald

Vanessa: thanks again for Inviting us

Jeremy: it’s no Problem, alright kids since your here now you can go and hang out

Cassie: thanks Dad, Cmon Gregory let’s go play with the Others (as she takes his hand)

Vanessa - Roxy and Freddy followed as Jeremy was about to follow but then he noticed something, he saw the Faz-Drone back again

Jeremy: 🤨, what’s with that Drone

(Later)

The Faz-Fam all started Hanging out in the Lounge Area, soon they all made their way towards the Arcade Area

At one of the Retro Games Vanessa - Gregory - Quinn and Freddy were playing a 4 Player Game

Then the game was beaten and the words High Score were on the Screen

Vanessa: Man that was fun, what game do you guys wanna play next

Gregory: that one over their

They went over to the Next Arcade Machine and Proceeded Playing

Quinn: ya know ness, I noticed something about you

Vanessa: huh 😶

Quinn: you’ve been much Happier Lately

Vanessa: well, I’ve just been in a really good mood recently

Quinn: any particular reason 😏

Vanessa: what can I say, I just like being around you all ☺️😉😋

Vanessa: well ever since Vanny went away, I thought I could never go back to being like I used to be, but then I realized maybe I don’t need to be who I was before

Vanessa: I kept trying to make myself believe that I was all alone, but that wasn’t true in the slightest

Vanessa: I had Gregory - Freddy and Luis, I met Nora - Tristan and Daniel, I got to know the Glamrocks and the rest is history

She then looked around and wanted Quinn to look around as well, looking at everyone else playing as well, Eclipse and Jackie were playing the same Arcade Game - Roxy and Monty were Fighting over one Game - Freddy - Bonnie - Chica and Foxy were playing a 4 Player Game, Tony - Ellis - Amelia and Devon were playing a 4 Player game, Cassie and her dad were playing together

Quinn: (Small Giggles), well we all are quite the Odd Group 😅

Vanessa: maybe, but we all do make for one heck of a Family together

Quinn: hehe, that is true

Quinn: you know Vanessa, I think we have you to thank for that

Vanessa: me, but why 🤨

Quinn: well, it started with you Gregory and Freddy, then you reached out to Luis - Nora - Tristan and Daniel, then we had Cassie and Roxanne, and it sorta just kept continuing until now

Quinn: so in a way, your sorta the Glue that holds us all together in a way

Vanessa: you really think so

Quinn: I know so

Gregory: she does make a valid point

Freddy: I agree

Vanessa: aw guys

Everyone was then Shocked and Distracted by a sudden Crash sound as they saw both Monty and Roxy Wrestling accidentally knocked over the Arcade Machine

Monty: Your Cheating

Roxy: Your Cheating

They then stopped as they saw everyone looking at them

Roxy: uh

Monty: we were just

Roxy and Monty: having a Calm Reasonable Conversation with one another 😁😁

Soon everyone started laughing and Roxy and Monty joined in the laughter

(Later at Night)

As the Night came they all decided to take turns playing Freddy Fazbear’s Virtual Experience

The game had Received a Ton of New Game Modes and Updates so they were all enjoying it as much as they could, they were playing Co-Op Mode with 2 Players, they were currently on Build a Mangle with both Eclipse and Jackie

The others were watching and Enjoying their time, Roxy and Monty kept betting on who was gonna win, Monty bet on Eclipse while Roxy bet on Jackie

Roxy: Cmon Jackie, you got this girl

Monty: show her who’s boss Eclipse

Roxy: don’t listen to Monty, your gonna win

Monty: don’t list to her, she don’t know what she’s saying

As they proceeded to argue the others were just watching

Cassie: who do you guys think is gonna win

Vanessa thought with a contemplative look

Vanessa: I’d probably say, Eclipse

Gregory: yeah me too

Freddy: idk guys, maybe Jackie will surprise us

Amelia: I agree, Jackie’s got this in the Bag, or Box

Chica: I also think Jackie Could win

Tony: well I mean, it could end in a tie

Bonnie: anyone getting on it being a Tie

One 3 people raised their hands for a Tie, those being Quinn - Jeremy and Foxy

Soon the game ended, and surprisingly, it ended in a tie, and they both got Jumpscared

Monty: GOD DAMNIT

Freddy: Monty, Language, their are literal children here

Monty: whoops, it slipped

Vanessa: well that was fun, who wants to go next

Immediately Both Chica and Bonnie raised their hands

Eclipse: alright you guys are up next

As they handed the Headsets and Controllers over to Chica and Bonnie they went to press the Fizzy Faz Minigame

Chica: you ready to start

Bonnie: I sure am

Vanessa: have fun you 2

Chica and Bonnie: We Will

As they started Vanessa had this look on her face of both Contemplation and Reflection, she started to look around at all her Friends and thought back to her life before “Everything”

She closed her eyes as the Memories started Flowing through her Mind, the Good - The Bad, in the past she always felt like she couldn’t do anything to move on from her Tragic Past but now in the Moment not only did she feel Happy and Safe, for the first time in years Vanessa could fully tell Herself with Confidence that she felt at Peace

Vanessa then felt a hand in hers, she opened her eyes to see Freddy, she also noticed Gregory, both of them had somewhat Concerned looks on their Faces

Freddy: hey Starlight, are you feeling ok

Gregory: Yeah, you’ve been kinda Quiet

Vanessa gave them a soft smile

Vanessa: yeah, I’m good, in fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been better, thank you guys for Asking though 🥰

The 2 of them smiled as they hugged Vanessa

Vanessa: I Love you Guys

Freddy and Gregory: We Love you Too

The Whole Room went Quiet when Everyone heard a Growling noise, suddenly everyone eyes landed on Tristan

Tristan: hehe, sorry, guess my stomach wants food now 😅

Soon everyone started laughing

While the Faz-Fam were having a good time, they failed to noticed that same Faz-Drone was watching them through one of the Windows and then Proceeded to Fly Away again

(Epilogue)

It was a Dark and Cloudy Night at Puzzle-Box Studios, the Building felt Completely Dead inside, the Hallways and Rooms had a couple of Nightmare Alpha Staff-Bots doing Task and Stuff

The rest of the Rooms were Closed Off or Filled with Random Junk, at the end of the hallway was a Main Office Door

Inside was dark with the only light coming from Multiple Computer Monitors and Terminals

One of the Screens showed the Perspective of the Faz-Drone watching the Faz-Family

And gloves hand soon pressed onto the screen

Vanny: What a Happy, Little, Family

Soon Mask-Bot rushed in with a Somewhat Scared and Reluctant Expression

Mask-bot: uh Boss, we’re Ready

Vanny: Good

She looked back at the screen

Vanny: Enjoy your Sweet little Lives while you can, soon enough it’s all gonna come Crashing Down

Soon the Image got closer and closer and focused on Vanessa

Vanny: Especially for you, Our Playtime is far from over

Vanny: VANESSA

(Sinister/Maniacal Laughter)

The End.

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madameaug · 2 years ago

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Please don’t tell me jungkook or oc cheats because they just had a baby 🥲

Jungkook would never! If anything Jennette giving birth to little Peanut only enhanced is love for her.

Jungkook During the 40 Weeks of Pregnancy

Finding Out

Jennette didn't experience the typical signs of pregnancy. No morning sickness, no excessive weight gain, no mood swings. Nothing like that at all. She was perfectly fine. She was taking down the silver and gold Christmas-themed tree in February. Still in her festive onesie, Jungkook noticed something quite odd. An open jar of smooth peanut butter.

"You bought peanut butter?"

Taking a big lick from the spoon, Jennette nodded her head.

"Babe you can't stand peanut butter. You literally gag at the smell. Now your eating it straight of the jar."

"I don't know why, but I've been craving it. The smell isn't bothering me right now."

"Are you sick?" Jungkook placed the back of his head on Jennette's forehead.

"I'm fine."

Jungkook found that moment weird, but didn't harp on it. Maybe she was giving peanut butter another chance. Surely that was just the explanation. But it didn't stop there. More peanut butter treats arrived in the house in the next few weeks. Nutter Butters, Reeses Cups, and an unhealthy amount of peanut butter jelly sandwiches.

Jungkook watched in awe as Jennette ate her fifth Reeses in one sitting. The empty wrappers were piling beside her, as she watched an old episode of Martin.

"Jungkook I can literally feel your eyes glaring holes into my face."

"Jeanie are you sure nothing is wrong? Like you aren't hiding anything from me."

"I'm not sick, Jungkook. I'm not coughing, no sore throat, and no fever. I'm literally fine- stop asking."

Six hours later while Jennette was lying in bed, Jungkook lay on his back, deep in thought. The amount of peanut butter products Jennette had been consuming in the past three weeks was absurd. How could she go from gagging at the smell of the ingredient to finishing family-size jars by herself in three days. Jungkook needed to get to the bottom of this. Slipping out of bed, Jungkook went to the 24/7 pharmacy. He went up and down the aisles, hoping to find some fancy brand to explain the eating habits shift.

Tylenol?

Advil?

Metamucil?

No no no.

Soon enough, he found himself of the family planning aisle. In front of him were three rows of Clear Blue pregnancy tests. His heart skipped a beat as he contemplated picking up the pregnancy test.

Better safe than sorry.

The drive back to the house seemed longer, despite him going ten over the speed limit.

"Jeanie... Jeanie baby, wake up." He gently rocked Jennette awake.

"Go away." She yawned turning on her side. She nuzzled into her pillow.

"I need you to take this test for me."

"What test?" Jennette's cracked.

"Just take it."

Irritated, Jennette squinted as she sat up. She slipped her feet into her slippers. She headed into their shared bathroom beside their bedroom. There, she saw a pregnancy test on the counter. Her lips ready to fire off.

"Please just take it. I can't help but think this could be why you have been acting so different lately."

Closing the door, Jennette just went with the motions. Taking the test and peeing on the stick. She wasn't even anxious about the results in the slightest. She wanted to just get back in her bed, before her spot of warmth disappeared.

"Are you done!?"

Jennette washed her hands and opened the door. Jungkook had the edge of his thumb in between in teeth. A soothing habit he only did when he was highly anxious.

Jennette adjusted her bonnet slightly, slipping of her head. She went into her nightstand and put on her signature purple glasses. She couldn't read the test because of her astigmatism in both eyes. The lines would be moving too much for her to read the test accurately.

"See, look, one line." The thin second line arrived as she turned the test to gloat in front of Jungkook.

"Oh fuck."

"Wha-. shitttt." Jennette did a double take, seeing the positive pregnancy test.

Weeks 7-10

The next day Jeannette and Jungkook scheduled an appointment at the doctors office. She got her pre-natal vitamins and an official test done. They found out that they were seven weeks pregnant. The couple wasn't actively trying for a kid, but they were't devastated by the news. They were 29 respectively and could now use the next seven-ish months to prepare themselves for parenthood.

During this time they got their first sonogram. Jungkook was moved to tears and asked for several copies of the picture. One of them going in his car, one on the back of his phone, and the other in his night stand. The picture was so precious to him

It was only one time Jennette experienced morning sickness. She blames the vertigo spell for pushing her over the edge. She was doing perfectly fine, but when she was riding in an elevator one morning. She got nauseous all of a sudden. She told Jungkook, and he ordered her to take it easy for the rest of the day.

Weeks 11-14

This is when the nickname Peanut came about. Now, reaching the end of the first trimester, Jennette and Jungkook was looking at their developing child on the screen. Jungkook could point out their eyes, and tiny toes.

"Looks like this angel is gonna be on the chunky side." The OBGYN commented.

"Their so cute, though. Look at ‘em."

Moving around the wand on Jennette's small belly, they looked at all angles.

"What are they doing doing, doctor?" Jungkook wondered.

"Oh just sucking their thumb."

Jungkook gushed harder at the screen. "Look at our little Peanut."

Weeks 15-18

Time for the long-awaited gender reveal. Jennette and Jungkook opted to keep this moment more intimate. They didn't want a crazy gender reveal party. They were going to keep the gender of their little Peanut a surprise until she was born. But they still had to create a memorable experience.

Surprisingly both Jennette and Jungkook believed that they were having a baby girl. The April weather allowed for Jennette to wear a baby pink shirt and skirt set. Her bump was protruding more, especially from a side-profile perspective. Jungkook was wearing a pink button-up jacket. White t-shirt with pink pants to match. He found this really cute plushy online called 'Cooky'. It was a pink bunny, a perfect gift for the little girl he hoped to have.

"Are you ready to find out the gender of your baby?"

"Yes!" The answered at the same time.

Applying the cold gel on Jennette's belly, the doctor handed the wand to Jungkook. Allowing him to do the honors. He grasped the wand, eyes wide-looking for any declaration of the child's biological sex.

"Wait slow down, bug. Go a little more to the left." Jennette guided. The angle they were looking at they could only see her legs and stomach.

In a gasp of excitement, Jennette saw the outline of a labia majora. Stronger than she anticipated, she gripped Jungkook's shoulder and shook him.

"We're having a baby girl! OMG! OMG!"

“Peanuts a girl! She’s a girl! I’m a girl dad !!!”

Jungkook jumped up and down. The wand was long forgotten as it hit the ground. The OBGYN enjoyed watching the couple celebrate their baby girl.

Week 19- 22

Jungkook was very protective over Jennette's now obvious baby bump. Whenever they were out in public together, he walked slightly in front of her. Avoiding from touchy strangers, placing their filthy hands on her stomach. Only he could touch Jennette's stomach. His little peanut was inside, and he was obligated to protect her, and her mother of course.

On a lazy Sunday morning, Jungkook was playing with Peanut. Jennette was able to feel her kicking, and her moving around in her stomach. Her baby was quite receptive to her father's voice. Jungkook would stand on one side of Jenentte and speak. Watching the little imprints of hands and feet press against her stomach. Indiciating that Peanut was following her father's voice.

"Oh Toodles." Jennette jokingly tapped her stomach. Jungkook was coming closer to her, to do his daily quality time with his baby. She felt a flutter in response.

"Peanut. Come to me sweet girl."

"Ooo!" Jennette reacted to the sudden dart across her stomach.

"That may have been the fastest she's moved." Jennette paused in between her words. Her little Peanut was developing some speed, which always tired her. Even though she hadn't moved a muscle.

"Okay come to this side." And peanut did. Jungkook capturing the moment on his phone.

"I'm for sure showing her this when she's older." He snickered. "Okay I'm over here now."

Week 23-26

Jennette and Jungkook were sitting a frozen yogurt creamery looking at another sonogram picture of their little Peanut. They had gotten a really nice close-up of Peanut's face. Her lips and eyes were well-seen in the image.

"Peanut will be the first person in my family who is bald."

"Everyone in my family is born bald. Including me.” Jungkook commented. He dug deep into his camera roll finding an image of him when he was just a few days old.

"Oh-" Failing to hold in her laughter, Jennette's stomach shook with a violent laugh. Poor Peanut probably thought she was on a roller coaster.

"Most black babies I've seen were born with a head full of hair. It would explain why I don't have heartburn." Doing the same Jennette pulled up a picture of herself when she was a baby. She was born with a mini afro, just like her mother and her sister.

"But look I can already tell she has your eyes. I just know they are gonna be so pretty."

Jungkook agreed. "I make some pretty babies."

"I make pretty babies." Jennette emphasized.

"Can't argue with that baby." Jungkook took a scoop of Jennette's yogurt. "I hope she looks like you."

"I hope so too."

"Just because you said that, Peanut will look just like her daddy." Jungkook kissed her belly. His tattooed hand rubbed over the now darker vertical line running down her bump.

Leaving the yogurt shop, Jungkook and Jennette walked around the area, getting some exercise. Like an excited dad, Jungkook told random strangers he passed about his "twin".

"My twin is in there."

"She only has four more months left."

Week 27-30

Jennette is super clumsy. Don't hand her anything fragile that can break. She has butter fingers unlike ever before. Jungkook had to move the precious pottery to the top of the cabinets. No way would she step on a ladder to get it, so it would require Jungkook to assist you.

"Bug you up?"

Jungkook had a tough training session in the gym and was trying to take a cat nap on the couch. It was 2 am and he believed that Jennette had already been sleep.

"Huh? What's wrong? Peanut good?"

"Yes, she's good. A craving is just hitting me."

"Peanut butter is in the pantry. You can reach it." Jungkook pouted his lips, looking so adorable in Jennette's eyes. She felt bad for waking him up.

"But I kinda want something different. I'm sorry baby."

"Don't apologize. I got you." With one eye barely open, Jungkook got the sweet treat Jennette had been craving. Being the good boyfriend that I knew he would be.

Week 33-36

Peanut's baby shower was a busy affair. Jennette's side of the family flew out to Korea. Her parents, grandma, and her little sister Asia were all able to come. Jungkook's parents handled all the food matters for the party. Jennette was hanging up some decor on the walls.

Jennette felt as big as a house. She looked exhausted and greasy. New growth from her braids were taking over her scalp. The August heat was not making her feel any better. She was already constantly warm with a growing child in her belly. The external temperature of high 80s didn't help either.

It was smart for her to get dressed later in the day, as she would have sweated out her yellow sundress. Instead, she was in her comfy maternity shorts that were extra-large. Cream-colored stretchmarks ran rampant across the surface of her stomach. She hasn't been able to see her feet in the past month or so. She could only imagine what her feet looked like.

Jungkook came down the stairs. Blothes of paint on an old graphic T-shirt. "Baby, there you are. I have something to show you." Jungkook was cheery this morning despite the few hours of sleep he got. He waited at the airport to pick of Jennette's family before coming home around 2 am.

"Come look." Jungkook gently dragged Jennette up the stairs. He had been cooped upstairs with his friends for the last four hours.

"Voila!"

Peanut's crib was set up along the purple-colored walls. There were small animals along the wall. The purple went along nicely with the accent color of white. White flowers were thinly painted, creating a beautiful garden of flowers. Which all came ahead above where Peanut's crib was.

"Bug I love it!" Not wanting to cry, Jennette felt so moved by everything she saw. The nurse was so homey for their Peanut. The carpet was soft, a mobile spun slowly.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Jennette thanked Jungkook's friends, her Peanut's uncles. She would forever treasure the beautiful work that they did.

"Come on you need to get dressed. Guest will be coming in less than an hour."

Week 37-40

Jungkook is the type of boyfriend with labor emergency kits in every vehicle. So that no matter what car they were in, if they needed to drive straight to the hospital then they could. With Peanut arriving in less than a few weeks, Jungkook has become a lot more stressed.

He overreacts to any groan coming from Jennette.

"Was that a contraction?"

"Did your water break?"

"Do you feel her head coming out? Lay down, let me look."

Jungkook was getting on Jennette's last nerves. His pre-parental panic was cramping her style. She looked like a goddess. Afro out, wearing slightly form-fitting clothing. She was like Rihanna, making her bump an accessory with her outfit. Not hiding it under maternity clothing. She does several solo maternity shoots before inviting Jungkook to do a couple with her.

The afternoon of August 31st is when Jennette's water breaks. She was baking peanut butter cookies when a liquid trickled down her leg. Jungkook who was in the shower, wasted no time ushering his pregnant girlfriend to the hospital.

It was seven o'clock and Jennette was only four centimeters dialed. She bounced on a huge yoga ball. She did breathing exercises, and Jungkook was attentive the entire time.

Rubbing her back when requested. Holding her hand, kissing her forehead.

"You are doing amazing baby. I love you so much."

Jennette could FaceTime her mother for a couple of hours as she slowly dialted to eight. Her contractions were becoming closer together, and Peanut was slowly lowering herself into the birth canal.

"I don't think I could do this again." She huffed. She wasn't in pain but was in extreme discomfort. She couldn't get comfortable laying on her back. It just felt wrong.

"Whatever you say baby. Peanut is enough for me."

"Bug can you hold me up. I don't think I can lay down any longer."

Jungkook did just that. As Jennette moaned through her contractions, Jungkook rubbed her back. Trying to keep the hospital gown as closed as possible, he didn't want her ass out for any passing staff member to see.

"Thank you so much Jeanie." Jungkook was on the brink of tears. With the help of three other nurses, Jennette was lying on her back again. The doctor had declared Jennette at 10cm. She could start pushing, and her contractions were much closer together.

"AHHHHHH!"

"GET HER OUTTTT! NOWWWWW" Jennette tossed and turned her head. Her screams of discomfort broke Jungkook's heart. He didn't know what else to say but 'Thank you' and 'I love you'.

Jungkook held Jennette's hand for the entire twenty minutes she was pushing. Jennette's head hit her pillow with a soft thud. All energy left her body, as she watched the doctor hold Peanut in the air. Her lip was quivering with no sound.

"Why isn't she crying?" Jennette choked out, trying not to cry. The nurses didn't respond, wiping Peanut's face of all the mucus. Jungkook's eyes never left Peanut. Her little pink self. He couldn't help but smile and notice that Peanut was bald. Very little hair was on her head, but Jungkook didn't care. She was the prettiest baby he had ever seen. Bald or not.

The doctor smacked Peanut's bottom, eliciting a scream.

"Oh my baby." Jennette smiled, arms open, ready to hold her. Peanut was placed on Jennette's chest. Jennette nuzzled her cheek against hers. Loving the warmth Peanut radiated. Jennetted motioned for Jungkook to get in the bed with her.

"Come on, come hold her. Take your shirt off for skin to skin."

Jungkook was a crying mess holding Peanut. This was the same person scattering across Jennette's stomach as the sound of his voice. He was now face to face with his Peanut. Yeah Jungkook was crying real bad.

Her eyes were like Jungkook's. It was too early to determine her skin complexion as she was just different shades of pink and slight grey. Her nose and lips were like Jennette's. After being washed up and dressed she took a nap on her mother’s chest. Preparing for her baldness, Jungkook put on a gentle (non-squeezing) bow on her head.

Looking at the time, Jungkook smiled even harder.

"Guess it was fate for Peanut to be my twin."

"What makes you say that?"

Shaking his phone, Jennette saw the time.

12:28 am September 1st.

"You got your twin bug. You definitely got your twin."

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sleepingghostt · 1 year ago

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Wip ( fuck you Wednesday)

Anniversary

“Trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

“Trust me, I won’t.”

He probably would though. Daiki always loved when Taiga surprised him because he always gave him what he wanted. Whether it be five hours of non stop sex, a new Mai-Chain magazine or a pair of new Jordan’s for his ever growing collection. It was one of the things Daiki curled into instantly during their relationship. Taiga spoiling the fuck out of him just because he wanted to.

Now in hindsight, it was their anniversary and Daiki usually didn’t give two fucks about things like this. Until he and Taiga got together. Then, only then did it become a little less shitty. However, on this day in particular, Daiki was in a shitty mood. Shitty enough to say fuck off to fancy restaurant dinners and movie dates.

He just wanted to celebrate at home this time, wrapped up in one of the biggest, coziest blankets he could find and watch a movie with Taiga, maybe play a round of Mario kart and finish off the evening with a couple rounds of hot sex before bed. He had even suggested the idea to Taiga after the redhead literally asked for his opinion during a night of pillow talk a week ago.

So why were they here?

“This is bullshit.” Leaning back in the passenger seat of their jeep wrangler, a gift from Taiga’s father for the redhead’s twenty-first birthday, he put his feet up on the dash and glared out the window, the bustling streets of Los Angeles, a fadeaway as they zoomed down a winding road, sandwiched between tall palms and bendy trees.

He would’ve crossed his arms but one of them was broken. Yeah, broken. Apparently, he wasn’t as invincible as basketball proved him to believe.

“Why can’t we just eat at home like normal people?”

Taiga chuckled - damn him and his low, husky laugh - and shook his head, his bangs swishing in his eyes, that hot careless look accenting well with the light stubble on his jaw.

It was perfect scenarios like these where Daiki really couldn’t take his eyes off him. At first it was a jealous thing, like who the fuck gave him the right to look hotter than me? The only one who can look hotter than me is me.

But now it was a comfort, a little thought in the back of his head when Taiga managed to surpass all limits of humanity and become an actual fucking god, one that cuddled Daiki close at night and kissed him awake in the morning with a hot cup of tea and a nagging complaint about his dirty clothes on the floor, tan chiseled abs catching the eyes of the sun, peeking through the bedroom window.

That…I’m dating that. And he loves me…

“Have you looked in the mirror lately? We’re not normal people, Dai.”

“So? We’re not weirdos either and last time I checked, you work at a fucking restaurant on weeknights. You can cook. You could’ve made us something.”

“Who says I didn’t this time?” He threw a little smirk Daiki’s way and no matter how long they’d been dating, his throat still went dry and his legs felt weak even though he was sitting down. Damn you fucking asshole.

“Tch. I don’t see a stove. Our table. If you have food shoved up your ass, pull it out and show me because this,” he gestured around the car with an aggressive flick of his hand. “Doesn’t look like what we agreed on.”

“Oi, calm down.” Keeping his eyes on the road, Taiga grabbed Daiki's good hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently. The action relaxed the bluenette and he sighed, slumping back in his seat.

“First of all, we agreed on jack shit.”

“No we fucking didn’t-“

“And second,” he breathed, giving Daiki’s hand one last kiss before lowering their arms to rest against the center console, his thumb rubbing circles into the dark skin. His tone grew softer. “I know how tough these past couple weeks have been for you. Breaking your arm sucks, especially with basketball and you haven’t been out of the apartment since you broke it.”

Daiki opened his mouth to point out college but of course Taiga beat him to it.

“That’s not true. I still go to my-“

“Classes. Yeah I know. But that’s it. You gotta get out more, baby. Being home all the time isn’t healthy for you.”

You’re one to talk. That’s what Daiki wanted to say but he couldn’t. Taiga was rarely home these days. When he wasn’t at school, daydreaming about Daiki, (‘cause seriously, what else could he possibly be doing?) He was at work or at practice. And Daiki’s schedule was no different, (minus the job part obviously.)

Basketball and Taiga were a middle ground. But thanks to his broken arm, the first one was on standby. He hadn’t held a basketball in weeks and because Taiga was barely home…well, Daiki had been closer to having a mental breakdown in the last few weeks than he was closer to getting his dick sucked every night which was saying something because five out of the seven days, both boys basically radiated sex.

God, and it wasn’t even the end of the semester.

“Daiki?”

“What?”

Daiki snapped out of his thoughts and looked sideways at Taiga. There was a knowing look in the redhead’s eyes, sad in the way he sighed and smiled at Daiki, like if he tried hard enough, he could lift all the weight from the bluenette’s shoulders and bare them on his own.

“Breathe okay? It’s just us tonight. Nothing else matters.”

Daiki complied with a grumble, feeling his lungs deflate like balloons, the weight in his chest becoming lighter, more easy to push aside like a small heap of clean jerseys that didn’t mean shit till the next game.

The hand holding his, gave a reassuring squeeze and he squeezed back, fully aware of Taiga’s stare on his face, switching back and forth between him and the road.

“I’ve got us, babe,” he mumbled. “Just relax and trust me. That’s all you need to do, okay?”

The only thing Daiki could do was nod and look out the window again.

How could he not when the redhead got like this? It was one of the things Daiki loved about him. Whatever he lacked, Taiga supplied tenfold. And vice versa.

“We’re almost there. I swear to god, you’re gonna love it.”

—

“I hate it.”

“Bullshit,” rolling his eyes, Taiga turned off the car and unbuckled his seat belt, his muscles flexing under his thin white tee. “You haven’t even lifted your dirty ass feet off my dashboard.”

“Our dashboard,” Daiki hummed under his breath. “And mine aren’t dirty. Have you seen your soles after practice? I swear they’re dirtier than Nigou-”

“Just get out of the damn car!”

“Tch. Dirty ass bastard.”

Refusing to move, Daiki crossed his arms as best he could with his stupid cast and glared through the windshield at a hill of sand. God he hated the ocean. “Take me home Taiga.”

“No.”

Flashing him a sly grin, Taiga hopped out of the Jeep and Daiki considered locking the doors. He really did.

“Come on,” opening Daiki’s door, Taiga held his hand out and Daiki swatted it away with a pout, hopping out himself.

“This is lame. I don’t wanna go for a walk on the beach right now.” Grumbling, he glared as Taiga kneeled down on the pavement of the empty parking lot and untied Daiki’s shoes, holding them steady as the bluenette carefully stepped out of them.

“We’re not doing that.”

“Well you’re out of luck if you’re planning on swimming. I can’t get my cast wet and the water’s gotta be freezing so I’m not putting my feet in.”

“Seriously, shut up for two seconds. What did I say about trusting me?”

Daiki sneered at him before reluctantly backing down, carelessly running a hand through his hair.

“Whatever. Let’s just get on with it.”

He grabbed the redhead’s hand as Taiga straightened and let himself be pulled gently to the sand, leaving their shoes in the Jeep.

The sand was cold as it crunched beneath Daiki’s feet, filling the spaces between his toes. It felt nice. The cool breeze felt nice. The distant crashing of ever growing waves felt calming. Daiki allowed himself to breathe again, almost stumbling over uneven bumps of sand.

“Easy, D.” Like always, Taiga was there to steady him, a large hand latching onto his waist, pulling him tight and secure into his firm side.

“Don’t want you breaking the other arm.”

“We’re on sand dumbass,”

Taiga scoffed and lightly pinched his hip. “Says the one who broke said arm getting a fucking banana milk out of the vending machine.”

Daiki opened his mouth then closed it again, blushing harshly. It happened, it hurt and he didn’t want to talk about it again. Ever. Case closed.

Reading his expression, Taiga cleared his throat and chuckled sheepishly. “Ah, too soon?”

“You think?”

“Sorry.”

Honestly Daiki couldn’t decide which was worse: physically breaking his arm getting a banana milk out of the vending machine or having to walk around with a cast that read, property of Kagami Taiga in black sharpie letters.

“I’m just glad it wasn’t your leg.”

“That’s stupid. How could my leg fit inside a vending machine?”

“The same way your arm did, dumbass,” Taiga sighed and gently thumped Daiki’s forehead, his fingertips sliding down to cup his cheek and turn his face towards him. “I’m serious Daiki. Be more careful next time. You really scared me.”

“Yeah…sure. Whatever, but…”

Staring ahead, the words died in Daiki’s throat, his hand tightening around Taiga’s.

Up ahead, spread out on the sand was a large picnic blanket, covered in a neat spread of plates, champagne glasses, two large baskets of food and two candles.

“I…T-Taiga?”

Unable to find the right words for the large amount of shock waves in his system, he just stared, his hand going slack in Taiga’s, dropping and thumping against his side. Slack jawed, he glanced at his boyfriend who chuckled.

“You like it?”

#ahhh my boys #there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them #aomine daiki #kagami taiga #kagaao #aokaga #kuroko's basketball #knb #kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball

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Lesson 3: So How Do I Verbs (And Sometimes Nouns), Then?

Hello students!

Today I'm going to (finally) explain to you how to conjugate verbs (and how to make nouns possessive; they work the same way) in Phyrexian.

Along the way I'll teach you useful stuff like how to make nouns plural.

Once again, this is an example of how Phyrexian works very differently than English does.

Look at this Phyrexian word, solm. It means smack or hit:

solm

Or, in some dictionaries, you'll see the same word, but with a blank spot between the last two consonants, like

sol_m

Don't worry about the blank just yet. Just know that eventually Some Stuff Goes In There, and that solm and sol_m are the same word, for now.

You change words in Phyrexian by doing things to their vowels. Think of it this way:

Phyrexians don't like vowels. They sound all fleshy. The consonants are clicky and sharp and sometimes straight up metallic, so they can stay. But the vowels? We do weird things to those because EW VOWELS BLEH.

(Yes, this is canon. Phyrexia, please get some therapy. You're both metallic and organic and that's perfectly fine. Stop hating yourselves please.)

Most words in Phyrexian can be nouns or verbs, depending on where you put them in your sentence. (Remember: if it's at the end of a sentence, it's almost certainly a verb.)

So this is also a word I could use for the noun, a hit or a blow or a slap or the like. But suppose I want to say "hits/blows" rather than specifically one hit or blow.

I make nouns plural by doubling the first vowel. This gives me:

soolm

Punches!

If you see a word in Phyrexian that's in the subject or object position and it has a doubled vowel like this, oo or aa or ɒɒ or what have you, you're almost certainly dealing with a plural noun.

But that's less fun than throwing the punches, right? So how do we say "I punch you" or "She punches them" or the like?

That's what our magic underscore is for! We add in a vowel between the last two consonants to tell us who is hitting who.

This is technically called a relational infix. (Relational because it expresses the Relationship between subject and object and Infix like Prefix or Suffix but it goes In the word.)

I think they're called this because a "conjugation" implies verbs only, and these are used for other things too. But if you want to call them conjugations I promise I won't tell.

Here are all the relational infixes, from the chart I posted last night:

What the heck is all this?

Well, I'll tell you.

The horizontal axis tells you who you start from (who's the subject of the sentence, generally), and the vertical tells you who you're pointing toward.

So if I'm trying to say "I hit you," I look at the horizontal axis and find 1st person (I or we), and then search vertically for 2nd person. That square reads "a" (with something funny in parentheses. That doesn't apply here which is why I picked this verb. I will get to that, but for now you can just think about which vowel goes where.)

Therefore I-hit-you is

solam

If I'm doing this right now, I need my mood marker to make it a full sentence. So I grab my xe from lesson 2 and my beginning and ending punctuation and of course my cool looking spacebar because Phyrexians are extra and it's great and

^xe-solam.

Declaration: I-hit-you.

I hit you.

This is a weird system if you're used to English (or, like, literally any other language I know.) But the cool thing about it is that you can ALSO use this schema for sentences that you have to get a little weirder with in English:

^xe-solom.

Declaration: I-hit-me.

I hit myself.

What the heck is a "myself?" How do you decide when you say myself or me or I? Phyrexia don't care. If I verb toward me that means I-verb-to-I and there you go.

This is also useful because you can also use I-toward-I, you-toward-you, them-toward-them to indicate possession. My compleation. My minions. My vegemite sandwich. Whatever. It's gonna have an o in it, and that o is going to be stuck between the last two consonants. I am told this is cozy.

But there are a couple of weird things, of course, before you go forth and speak or type Weird Cyborg at people.

One is first person. In English we have two ways to talk about this. "I," meaning the speaker as a particular individual, and "we," meaning the speaker AND a group the speaker is part of.

Phyrexians are a Borg expy. There is no difference in Phyrexian between I and we (or you and y'all, or him and them.) The reader/listener gathers it from context.

I believe that when it's important to indicate that you mean yourself, for example if you're trying to express "I'm going to leave the group and go after our enemy, while you stay here" you would name yourself. Like:

Declarative: I/we Fierceawakening I-go-[to-]them.

This is headcanon at the moment but it's educated guess headcanon.

Another confusing one is "fourth person." As English speakers, we are used to first person (I/we), second person (you), and third person (he/she/it/they). Phyrexia, what is this?

Most honest answer is I don't know for sure. This one trips me up something AWFUL.

What it's described as being used for is the generic, like "One must do such and such." Hence "one" in the chart above.

In practice, it seems like it's often used not just in that way but also for phrases like

"son of Yawgmoth"

In English, this would be 3rd>3rd, because both the son and Yawgmoth are neither me nor you and so would be "him." But in Phyrexian, 3>3 would sound like you mean "he is his own son," so... no, can't do that. You need another person, so that "he" the son and "he" the Father of Machines (and of This Guy) are differentiated.

But is it 3rd to 4th or 4th to 3rd? And why?

Again: I honestly don't know. This is not how any other language I speak works.

But most examples of this we have in sources are 4>3, or y.

So I'm going to cautiously advise 4>3 until I see more examples of 3>4 and can reason out the difference and give you an actual explanation of what the hell is going on.

So now: those weird parentheses.

These mean that in certain situations you change something else about the word along with adding your infix.

The two ways of changing words are:

Clanking: If you see a ' in parentheses after or before your infix, it means that (if the consonant isn't already clanked) you look up whether the consonant indicated has a clanked version, and if it does, you use that.

so a(') (3>1, they verb me/us) means that you add an a, and then if the ending consonant isn't clanked, you look up whether it has a clanked version and clank it if it does. Since there is no clanked m, solam could be they-hit-me OR I-hit-you.

Similarly, (')a (1>3, I/we verb them) means you find where you put your a, then look at the consonant before it and clank it, if it isn't already and there's a clanked version of that consonant. Since there is no clanked l, solam can ALSO be I/we-hit-them.

I imagine that for verbs like this that don't have clankable consonants, surrounding context is important.

Vowel Harmony: For words with some vowels (a, e, and i, but not others), when you add certain infixes, you also change the initial vowel.

This is shown by an ɒ (the first letter on the chart above) in parentheses before the infix vowel. So say I had this verb:

'at_n, "greet/acknowledge"

and I want to say "I greet you," as I did in "Hello, students!" above.

I look at my chart for 1>2, and I see that my infix is "a." Easy enough!

But I can't just say "atan," as I see my ɒ indicating that I have to harmonize my vowels. So I look at my chart and see "a becomes ɒ," the first one, and therefore I

'ɒtan, "I-greet-you."

...change the initial vowel and add my infix.

From what we're told this by itself can be said like we say hello, without a mood marker. But to formally make it a sentence since we're in class:

^xe-'ɒtan.

Declaration: I greet you.

#fierce teaches phyrexian #gitaxian braindump 3 #relational infixes for me! relational infixes for you! relational infixes for them! re--*bricked*

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