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[fingors]

C — The Way It’s Written — Ranks & Bytes

This is part 2 in a series of posts about the C programing language, part 1 (and series details) can be found here

Well everyone, I hope you kept your copy of the free version of the standard from last time, 'cause that thing isn't going away any time soon. To give a quick rundown on what this part is going to cover, it's going to cover the rank of integer types, and it's going to go over the definition of a byte in the language and some of its consequences.

Rank

The “integer conversion rank” (6.3.1.1 p1, page 37) is a scale (or ranking) of all the integer types from _Bool to unsigned long long (and possibly implementation defined types). The definition effectively states that all integers have some rank, that the signed and unsigned version of a type have the same rank (and char’s rank equals that of its signed and unsigned versions), that a type with a greater precision (number of bits) will always have a greater rank than a lower one, and that even if two types have the same representation (ie. same width) one will always have a greater rank. It also gives us an outline of the rank of the fundamental (called the “standard integer types” in the document) integer types: _Bool, char, short, int, long, and long long, and it also handily gives us the info that any implementation defined types (such as say __int64) has a rank less than a corresponding standard type with the same rank (such as (possibly) long long). It also states that any implementation defined types with the same precision have some ranking between each other, this is important because it establishes a total order (any integer type’s rank is either less than or greater than any other type).

So what’s the deal with ranks? Well notice the full title contains “conversion”, ranks are very important for determining integer type promotion. Any type who’s precision (and as such rank) is less than an int will be transformed into an int (if its value would fit, unsigned int otherwise) when performing an arithmetic operation (add, sub, mul, div), a shift operation, a ‘sign’ operation (negation (- operator) or the + operator), or when passed “certain argument expressions” (usually var arg functions). Note this is simply a promotion in width only, the values contained within remain completely unchanged. What this means is that adding a char to a char will in fact actually become the addition of an int and an int.

Ranks are also very important for another conversion, arithmetic operations on differing types (6.3.1.8 p1, page 39). Firstly if one of the types in the expression is a floating point type long double, double, or float) then the other type is promoted to that floating point type (you don’t want to lose the fractional part just cause you added an int after all), but after that is where rank becomes important. If the types are the same nothing happens and the expression goes on as usual, but if the types differ then the type with the lower rank is promoted to the type with the higher rank (usually, there’s a caveat about precision that basically boils down to “if promoting it would cause signed data loss, then promote both types to an unsigned version”). What’s all this mean? Well it basically means that given any two types (say int and unsigned long long) any operation between them will cause the lower rank type to become the higher rank type (here the int becomes an unsigned long long).

These results are all bound to the definition of conversion (6.3.1.3, page 38). Long story short on that if you convert a signed type to an unsigned type then the value stored will have 2n (where n is the value bit width of the new type) added to it over and over until the result falls within range of the new type, however if you convert an unsigned type to a signed type and the value can not fit within the signed type its up to the implementation what happens (since its implementation defined it must be documented somewhere). Conversion also comes into play in a few other places, like assigning values of one type to another (ex. char to int) or passing arguments to functions (ex. passing an int value to a function expecting long).

Byte(s)

Ok this one is going to be a lot simpler (and more fundamental) than ranks, I’ve only put it after type introduction and ranks because it's easier to understand that way (at least for me, sorry if you find it otherwise).

Alright let’s get the big things out of the way first, a byte is simply defined as “addressable unit of data storage large enough to hold any member of the basic character set of the execution environment” (3.6, page 4), which just means it can hold all of the basic ASCII (printable) characters excluding ‘`’ (the backtick), ‘$’ and ‘@’ as well as some control characters like new lines and such. The other big thing is that a byte is at least 8 bits (5.2.4.2.1 p1, page 20), but can be more (there have been systems with 9 bit bytes before), and also that a char (and signed and unsigned versions) are exactly one byte, no more, no less.

The other thing is that any (non-bitfield) object (an object in C is defined in section 3 and is simply the value contained within some memory location) is composed of n continuous bytes (6.2.6.1 p4, page 34), meaning that the total width of the object in bytes is n multiplied by the number of bits in a byte. It also goes on to detail that any objects with the same bit pattern (except for floating point NaN values) will compare as equal, however not all objects that compare equal need to have the same bit pattern (ex. negative 0 and ‘normal’ 0).

Further down (6.2.6.2) we learn that any integer type (except unsigned char which is only value bits) can be divided into value bits (bits that contribute to the actual value of the number) and padding bits (bits that are just there to make the integer fill the full width of a n bytes), and that there need not be any padding bits. As expected an unsigned type can store any value between 0 and 2v-1, where v is the number of value bits, and a signed type can store between (at least) -2v-1 and 2v-1-1 (due to needing a sign bit).

All other objects have n bytes contained within them, however their usage of the bits will differ greatly depending on their use, for example floating point types need to divide their bits between sign, exponent, and mantissa, and structs use their bytes to hold other types and objects.

Conclusion

So that’s it, that’s ranks and bytes in the C programming language. Ranks determine how integer types combine together, and bytes make up every object in the language and determine their value.

Thank you for reading, once again I stayed up late to write this, except it's even worse since I have something critical tomorrow. If you have any comments, concerns, or ways to improve this series drop them in the replies.

[viaoverthemoon]

Neighbors

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

I said I would do requests and requests you all shall get!

This one was suggested by my bsf <3 He messaged me when I complained about having no requests and offered this idea! Shout out to bestie!

Summary: You're new in the neighborhood and Leon takes quite a liking to you <3

Tw: SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, taunting/mocking, hair pulling (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Omg, if there are any mistakes, pls don't make fun of me. I just got new nails and it's a little hard to type on my laptop ;-;

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! Read at your own risk!!

Enjoy! <3

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You throw the final box into the pile, wiping the sweat off your brow.

The process of moving into your new home has been a long one, but also a necessary one.

The hot sun beams down on your skin, sweat dripping from every crevice. Your muscles are weak and ache for rest. You turn around and look at your new home, a sense of pride coursing through your veins at the fact that you'd managed to complete everything on your own.

You're so deep in your feeling of accomplishment, that your hardly notice the sound of footsteps approaching you.

"Hey!" The sound of a yell catches you off guard, your shoulders jump and you turn around.

You're met with arguably the best eye-candy you've ever laid eyes on. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Perfectly framed face and a soft jaw. Kind eyes with a hint of mystery behind them, and those arms were something out of a mafia film. You wanted to take a bite out of them...

You realize your gaze had been wandering longer than society would deem friendly.

You feel your cheeks heat up and shake your head to rid of your less than neighborly thoughts.

"Hi! Sorry about that. I was really in my head I guess."

He looks at you, sheepishly smiling. "No, it was my bad, sweetheart. I didn't mean to startle you," He steps closer and offers his hand for you to shake while trying not to stare at your tits through the transparent shirt. "You must've just moved in. I live next to you. Names Leon Kennedy."

You shake his hand and tell him your name, trying to ignore the increase of your heart rate at the pet name. His smile remains through your interaction. He asks about your interests, your family, your life. And you do the same. You don't get many answers, but regardless, after a few minutes, you both feel rather close to one another.

Leon offers you dinner over at his place another day, which is an offer you can't and won't refuse.

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The day finally came.

You dress in a simple sundress, bringing a bowl of cookies with you as a gift.

Leon answers the door with a bright smile, welcoming you inside of his home.

His home is hardly decorated, but somehow still feels home-y. He explains that his job causes for him to leave on constant business trips, so he never really had time to decorate.

There's a type of tension in the room. It doesn't have a name, or a describable feeling, but it makes the room feel small. Causes the both of you to feel hot. Your conversations are relaxed, but seem to have some kind of unspoken meaning behind each joke.

At one point, you needed a break from the inexplicable heat.

You ask Leon if you can get something to drink from his kitchen. He, of course, says yes and leads you there, pointing to the cabinet that holds the glass cups.

Only, when you stand on your tip-toes to grab a glass, Leon's large physique is suddenly pressed against your back.

Goosebumps rise on your skin, and a small gasp leaves your lips as his lips skim along your ear.

He has you trapped against him, his arms gripping the counter on each side of your waist. You slowly sink back down onto your heels, grabbing the counter as well for support when your legs begin to feel like jelly. "Leon... What are you doing?"

His hands move away from the counter, fingers slowly tracing from your hip to your waist, where it rests as he whispers into your ear.

"I think we can both feel this... feeling between us... So why don't we stop beating around the bush and cut to the chase, sweetheart?"

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Everything seems to be a blur after that.

You only remember Leon's lips on yours, hands wandering and fondling anything he could get his hands on. He'd littered you with hickeys and bruises, slipping off your panties and throwing them off to who knows where.

And now, you lay bent over the arm of his couch, sundress shifted upward over your ass and Leon brutally pounding into you.

Your moans are muffled by the soft cushions of his couch, your hands gripping the fabric for dear life. Your legs have completely given up on you, lying limp and only moving to jerk every time Leon's hips hit yours.

Your hands grip the couch tighter and your pussy clenches around him as you whine out muffled praise.

The sound of skin slapping skin is borderline pornographic, the wet squelching sound only making the atmosphere so much hotter.

Leon grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you up and pressing you back flush against his chest. "What was that, sweetheart? I didn't hear you.."

A loud whimper escapes your lips, your nails scratching the arm of the couch. "Said- Said it feels good! It feels so good, Leon!"

He laughs and you moan when he manages to hit somewhere deep inside of you. "Yeah? Feels really good, huh?" He growls and thrusts into you at a faster pace. You cry out, your legs going numb. And you would've fallen flat on your face if not for Leon's hands that grab your hips.

"Mhm! Yes!" Leon groans as your moans get higher and higher, your toes curling as he try's a new angle, this one causing him to hit that sweet spot that makes you go crazy.

A desperate sob mixed with a cry tears its way out of you. "Right there! Ah! Yes-!"

You writhe in his grip, your orgasm quickly approaching. He runs his hands over the sides of your body, gripping so hard you know you'll have bruises in the morning.

His thrusts get sloppy and erratic as he begins to grunt and growl in effort. "So pretty... You gonna cum baby? You gettin' close?"

He mocks you- actually mocks you. His words come out as though he's cooing at you, taunting you. Even though you feel like you should be offended by his tone, instead you feel even more aroused by it.

Your back arches and short, pitiful gasps leave you. "Fuck- Yes! 'm gonna c-cum, Leon! Gonna cum jus' for you-!"

You hardly finish the sentence before your release forces itself out of you. You cry out, electricity flashing though your veins, as your orgasm seeps all over Leon's dick. He somehow cums at the same time as you, heaving a deep and shameless moan.

The both of you take a moment coming down from the high, mouths hung agape, breathing shallow, and covered in sweat.

Leon finally pulls out of you, watching your body twitch while his seed leaks out of you. He glances at your face, seeing your blissed out expression. An amused smirk sits on his lips when you turn to look at him. You want to say something snappy, but your lungs haven't fully recovered. So, you settle for just flicking him off, muttering a small, 'fuck off'.

I think its safe to say, you would be seeing your new neighbor a lot more often... <3

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Omgg This took forever!! Finishing writing and proofreading at 3:20am aND I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS SINCE 2PM!!!!

Anywaysss, Hope y'all enjoyed!! <3

Requests are open!! <3

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

KINDRED — 27

It’s your final year of highschool, and your only goal is to graduate top of your cohort, as usual. Except as student council president, your advisor can’t seem to leave you alone. What happens when you take Decelis Academy’s top student, their star athlete and put them in front of a camera?

smau + written (1.7k words)

❥･• episode 27 — you were brighter than the moon

You fix your gaze on the countdown to your upcoming mid-terms, a series of numbers and dates scrawled in the corner of the whiteboard by your homeroom teacher. You’re reminded of the pressure of these impending exams, which had, unbeknownst to you, taken a backseat during the month-long documentary filming and now once again weighs heavily on your shoulders.

Turning your attention to your side, you're surprised to find Jungwon fully engaged in the class. However, it's impossible to ignore the telltale signs of exhaustion etched beneath his eyes, dark circles that stand testament to the late nights you both have spent together.

A pang of guilt gnaws at you, fearing you might be holding him back, yet in all honesty, the passage of time had become a blurred concept as you delved into the countless practice papers. At that moment, Jungwon was the least of your problems (or so you thought).

As you sit there, pondering the delicate balance between your academic responsibilities and the documentary project, you marvel at how Jungwon manages to keep up with his training amidst everything that’s been going on. Contrary to your earlier assumptions, you discover that Jungwon is someone who—if he puts his mind to—can do anything. You sense the weight of his expectations, as he never once complained about your unconventional study habits during this time of the year.

Remembering Jake's impatience when it came to staying even a minute past 6 pm, Jungwon remains quiet, his focus unwavering on his work. He would occasionally ask you questions, his hard-headed determination shining through when he couldn't quite figure out how to solve a problem. Somewhere, at some point, between the late nights and the whispered questions—your relationship has transformed into something more than just a play-pretend study partnership.

It’s a budding of a bond neither of you had anticipated at the start of all this.

As the bell rings, signalling the end of another school day, you exchange a fleeting glance with Jungwon, and something unspoken passes between you. Today, you're not going to settle for sitting on the floor.

With your bag lightly slung over your shoulders, you dash out of the classroom, Jungwon hot on your heels. You spot familiar faces making their way toward the campus library, fueling your competitive spirit even more. Just as you're about to sprint ahead, you feel the weight of your bag magically lifted from your shoulder.

Confused, you look over to see Jungwon running ahead of you, your eyes meet and you're instantly spellbound by the sight of your bag securely strapped to the front of his chest.

"At this rate, we won't be able to get a seat again. Hurry up, slowpoke," he teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His words wrap around you like a warm embrace, and your heart swells with affection. You can't help but smile, grateful for his unwavering support as you both rush towards the library.

The soft hush of whispers and the gentle rustling of pages filled the air. The scent of old books and the soft glow of study lamps created an atmosphere of quiet serenity. You and Jungwon quickly scanned the room, searching for an empty spot to claim as your own. He quickly spotted an area, his fingers guiding you to a table nestled in a corner, where a small window allowed a stream of pale sunlight to spill across, casting a golden sheen on the worn wooden surface.

Initially, the study session began much like the countless others you'd shared with Jungwon. He would be restless and easily distracted during the initial hour, struggling to settle into the task at hand. It was a pattern you'd grown accustomed to, one that had led you to underestimate him.

However, today is tinged with a different energy, one that you can't quite define but unquestionably sense.

It all started with his subtle gestures, actions that he had been doing all along, yet you had only recently begun to truly notice. You'd be in search of an eraser, and Jungwon would smoothly place it in your hand before you could even voice your request. Similarly, in moments of absentminded hunger, you'd casually mention it, and he'd promptly offer you packets of your favourite gummies as if he already knew that it would happen beforehand.

From the moment you take out your study materials and textbooks to flipping them to the page you'd left off the previous night, there's a mesmerising synergy at play. It felt as though you and Jungwon were two halves of a single whole.

Your fingers would brush against each other as you reach for the same pencil, and a subtle yet electrifying connection would crackle between you. In that moment, you're certain you're not the only one who feels this profound connection. 

The hours slipped away as you delved into your studies and occasionally, Jungwon's gaze would lift from his notes, and you'd meet his eyes, sharing a quiet, encouraging smile. Something about him was magnetic—pulling you in before you could even come to the realisation that you were already in too deep.

"You're going to get a cavity from the amount of gummies you've eaten in the past hour," Jungwon teases as you polish off yet another packet, its remnants joining the growing pile of gummy wrappers at the corner of your desk.

"Leave me and my gummies alone; it's the only thing keeping me sane," you retort half-jokingly, a playful glint in your eye. Your words seem to have sparked a curiosity in him, and his face takes on a familiar inquisitive expression.

"Why do you like eating these gummies so much anyway?" Jungwon wonders as he pulls out another packet, opening it before passing them to you. 

Though flustered by the gesture that came so naturally, you try not to react.

"Whenever I'm stressed or upset, I drown myself in these calorie-induced sweets, and I just feel better than I did before," you explain, offering a sheepish smile as you pop another gummy, this one shaped like a snake, into your mouth.

"Why?" 

You hesitate for a moment, the gummy's fruity sweetness lingering on your tongue. "I don't know, Won. It just does," you shrug, pondering the unspoken comfort these simple candies bring. Another epiphany that got you thinking—you really don’t know.

"No, I'm asking why you're upset," he clarifies as he settles down his pen, gaze looking up and into your eyes filled with genuine concern. This time, you didn’t manage to hide your flustered expression as a crimson tint finds its way across your cheeks.

“I didn’t know you cared so much about me, Yang Jungwon.” Though you try your best to play it cool, sheer panic courses through your veins and it seems your reaction has set something off in him as well.

Jungwon clears his throat, his gaze returning to the challenging problem sum he's been wrestling with for the past half-hour. "Well, who's going to be my teacher if you're sick?" he stammers, his words a mix of jest and genuine sentiment, the subtlest of smiles playing at the corners of his lips.

The hours drag on, feeling excruciatingly slow as your mind dances back and forth between your work and Jungwon. It's as if he's invaded and completely taken over your mind, conquering every corner of your attention and guiding you astray from what truly matters right now—the exams.

With the filming crew already having long dismantled their equipments, leaving with enough footage for the day, you’d might as well do the same.

"This is going nowhere, let's call it a day," you say with a hint of frustration, dropping your head into your hands and letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Already? It’s only a little past seven-”

"I've lost all my focus," you confess, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. For some reason, admitting this feels awkward, and Jungwon seems to sense your unease and chooses not to press you for an explanation.

With a determined look, he leans forward. "Come on, I'll walk you home." 

You begin to object, "You don't have to, I'll be fine," but he cuts you off, his tone resolute.

"I'm not fine. It’s late, I’ll walk you home." Jungwon insists, swiftly gathering the scattered papers into the depths of his bag, leaving no room for further argument. You don’t refute after that, knowing damn well he was going to do it his way anyway—that’s Jungwon for you.

The walk home with the boy is a smooth journey filled with a comfortable silence. The streetlights cast a soft, golden glow on the rocky path, creating a cosy ambience as you make your way through the tranquil neighbourhood. The night sky stretches above, adorned with a sprinkle of stars that twinkle like a distant fever dream.

There's a certain magic in the air, a subtle but distinct connection that has forged between the two of you over countless hours of studying and shared moments.

Every so often, you would sneak glances at Jungwon, appreciating the way the soft illumination accentuates the contours of his face. The breeze, carrying a hint of pre-winter rain, ruffles your hair as you walk side by side. Unable to resist, you sneak more glances, admiring the way his eyes shimmer with the starlight, and the faint shadow of a smile that plays on his lips.

As you near your doorstep, Jungwon stops and turns to face you, his expression a warm and reassuring gesture on this cold and breezy night. "I suppose this is it," he says with a gentle smile to which you return, feeling a sense of gratitude for his company. "Thanks for walking me home, Won." 

His gaze lingers for a moment, and then, as if an unspoken question hangs in the air, he leans in and gently pats your head. You shrink back slightly at the unexpected intimacy, feeling time slow down as his touch leaves a lingering warmth on your skin. When he pulls back, you meet his eyes with a shy but affectionate smile.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he whispers, his voice carrying a soft, tender note.

"Goodnight," your heart flutters as he leaves you standing at your doorstep.

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[steddieas-shegoes]

sweater weather

for the @steddieholidaydrabbles warm up round 2 (prompt: fall) rated: M wc: 998 cw: implied sexual content, dirty talk (kinda) tags: clothes sharing, horny Eddie

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Sometimes it seemed like fall arrived overnight.

Instead of a gradual change into cooler mornings and evenings, they woke up to a sudden 45 degree morning with no warning.

Steve loved fall, but he liked the slow shift of it. He liked the transition from short sleeves to long sleeves, then long sleeves to sweater, then eventually the winter coats and scarves.

This year wasn't gradual.

They'd been in his pool only two weeks before, surprised by the September heat wave hitting them.

So waking up to a chill in his bedroom and freezing cold tile in his bathroom from his windows being left open all night was a bit of a shock to the system.

Eddie was still asleep in bed, covers pulled up to his nose and light snores making Steve smile endearingly back at his sleeping form.

Steve went through his usual routine: shower, brush teeth, blow dry hair, put on chapstick.

When he walked over to his closet, he pulled out his favorite sweater and smiled to himself.

It was technically Eddie's, but he'd stolen it from his trailer so often, Eddie ended up "accidentally" leaving it at Steve's house one night and just never bothered to take it back.

He threw a t-shirt on, just in case it would be warm later, then put the sweater on over it. He accidentally grabbed a pair of Eddie's jeans before shaking his head and finding some of his own, not prepared to try to squeeze into the slim fit of his boyfriend's denim.

He made his way downstairs to make coffee and toast, knowing Eddie would wake up soon when he moved to cuddle him and would be met with an empty bed.

Steve hummed to himself as he spread grape jelly on his toast, the smell of coffee filling the kitchen.

He took a moment to open the window above the sink just enough to let some of the cool, fresh air inside. Eddie would complain when he came down, Steve would tell him to put on socks and a sweater, Eddie would tell him he shouldn't have to be dressed in his own home, etc.

But Eddie would wrap his arms around Steve's waist "for warmth" and kiss his neck, breathe in his freshly showered scent. He would tell him that he needed him to keep him warm in bed, but pull away because he knows Steve has to go to work. He'd pour himself a cup of coffee and then eat a spoonful of peanut butter instead of eating real breakfast because "it's too early to digest real food."

Footsteps on the stairs interrupted Steve's thoughts.

He took a sip of his coffee and smirked into it, listening as Eddie mumbled to himself about no one turning the damn heat on.

Eddie rounded the corner, saying something about "this big fancy house has heat," and then froze when he saw Steve.

Steve's brows raised as he took a bite of his toast.

"That's my sweater."

"Mhm. I wear it all the time, baby."

Steve took another bite of toast and ignored the floating feeling in his stomach at the way Eddie was looking at him.

Like he was starving, but not for breakfast.

Eddie glanced at the clock on the wall and then back to Steve.

"You have 20 minutes before you have to leave," Eddie said.

"Uh huh," Steve agreed.

Eddie's hands were on his waist before Steve could register what he was implying.

"Eds, no. I did my hair already, c'mon," Steve gripped his hands to push them away, but he didn't try very hard.

"I won't touch your hair. Don't need to," Eddie's lips ghosted against his throat, his hot breath sending a shiver down Steve's spine.

"Baby..." Steve groaned, but already felt himself hardening in his jeans.

"You're so fucking hot in my clothes, sweetheart."

Eddie was pulling the neckline of the sweater back to leave a bruise, a reminder for Steve that he belonged to Eddie, that Eddie loved him.

"We don't have time," Steve moaned, unconvincing in his quest to get Eddie to stop.

"I know. But later, you know what I'm gonna do to you?" Eddie said before sucking another bruise on the other side of his neck.

"Hm?" Steve felt fuzzy.

"Gonna make you strip out of everything except this sweater. Leave the windows open like you like, and if the neighbors hear you screaming my name, that's their problem," Eddie pulled away with a smirk. "You're gonna make a mess of this sweater while I touch every inch of you. Then you're gonna ride me until you can't feel your legs."

Steve would think he was bluffing, but after nearly five years of being with Eddie, he knew he wasn't.

He knew he'd be coming home later and getting all of that.

"In bed?"

"I'll think about it."

Steve smirked back at him before leaving a kiss on his lips and turning back to his breakfast.

"You got anything today?" Steve asked, ignoring the way his heart was still racing from Eddie's touches.

"Just a call with the guys to go over some last minute recording stuff."

"So you'll be home all day?"

"Yeah, why? You need me to do something?"

Steve turned to him again, took a sip of his coffee, and then smiled.

"I need you to get yourself off before I get home so I can ride you for hours," Steve said seriously.

Eddie sputtered, nearly dropping the coffee pot.

"Hours?"

"Mhm. Kind of in the mood for you to make me beg."

"O...kay."

Steve leaned in for one final peck on the lips before he set his mug and plate in the sink.

"See you later. Love you!"

"Mhm, love you," Eddie said back.

Steve felt piercing eyes on him as he left the room. He adjusted the sweater so it rested against his waistline as he walked, smiling when he heard Eddie whistling after him.

He loved fall.

[storydays]

Dad Beat Dad P1

(3rd POV)

Angel sighed happily as he stretched his body out before rolling over to see (Y/N) sleeping peacefully. The spider grinned smugly as he eyed the hickies he'd left on the prince's neck and torso. Last night was some of the best sex Angel'd ever had, so far. He could tell that there was something in (Y/N) that wanted to let loose, and Angel wants to be that person who lets him.

"You're staring, tesoro." (Y/N) muttered, eyes closed as he curled onto his side, facing Angel. The spider smiled and pulled the demon onto his chest, giggling as (Y/N) grumbled sleepily before pulling the blanket back over them. "Ya know, we should get up." Angel said, running a hand through the blond hair. "5 more minutes...." hummed the prince, falling back asleep. "5 more minutes." agreed the white furred spider, as he fell back asleep. 

*A few hours later*

The couple walked downstairs, holding hands to see Husk, Sir Pentious and Niffty watching a slightly manically Charlie muttering to herself in front of a cork board. Summoning two cups of coffee, (Y/N) handed one to Angel, who accepted it while still staring at the princess. 

"Don't understand why it's not working. Think Charlie, think." Vaggie approached the others as she raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend. "....Trust falls, every single morining..we could do.."Charlie gasped before turning to another board. "Yikes..." muttered Angel.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" hissed the princess, gripping her hair in anger. 

"Charlie? Sweetie..you uh, you good?" 

"Nope! No! Not really! Haha!" Charlie grinned widely, eyes bloodshot."I've been up all night trying to figure out why the hotel isn't working. We've done trust falls. We've tried sharing our feelings. We only have a couple of months left before the angels come..." Charlie laughed manically, revealing her demon form slightly before gesturing to a board. "And at this rate..." 

"Okay, that's enough." (Y/N) had walked over to grab Charlie by her shoulders, and sat her down on the couch. He summoned her favorite blanket and a cup of tea, and covered his sister's shoulders with the blanket, before sitting next to her with a reassuring smile. 

"Sis, I know you're stressed, but you won't be any help to anyone if you don't care for yourself. I know it's scary, I know you want to help our people, but you can't do everything on your own. Let Big Brother help you out." Charlie smiled, leaning into her brother's side. 

"Maybe it's time..." her girlfriend thought aloud,  "No! Don't say it!" Charlie yelped, standing on the couch and turning to her girlfriend, accidentally spilling hot tea over her brother. "Fuck!"  he hissed, using his magic to change his shirt. "To ask your dad." Vaggie finished, petting the blonde's braid, letting her groan loudly.  "Charlie, I know you don't want to, but we need every advantage we can get." 

"Okay, first of all Vaggie, I was trying to get her to sleep for a bit," (Y/N) snapped, crossing his arms, "But second of all, he let the extermination happen to begin with." "They just had a meeting and said, 'Go ahead and kill everyone!' " Charlie added before gasping, and turning to her board with an excited look. 

"Wait..that's it!" "Kill everyone?" asked Vaggie. "No! He could get me a meeting with Heaven!" exclaimed the princess. "Char, didn't we already try that?" (Y/N) asked, hands on his hips. "Well, yeah, with Adam, he was an asshole." Charlie rolled her eyes at the thought of the angel. "But he isn't in charge of all of Heaven. We could go to the top! There's sure to be some angels who will listen!" smiled Charlie, pulling her phone out. 

Charlie scrolled through her phone and paused looking at her father's contact. "What's the holdup? You got daddy issues?" asked Husk, grunting when (Y/N) elbowed his arm, spilling some alcohol on the floor.

"No, we just have never been close." she admitted, looking down. "(Y/N) was really the one who was closest to him, where I was closer to Mom. But after he and Mom split, he never really wanted to see me. He calls me...sometimes....but only if he's bored or like needs me to do something." Charlie explained. 

"Daddy issues." Husk smirked at Angel who stiffled a laugh, before leaning down to lean on the couch. "Well, I'd like to meet the big dick in charge. Well, no one has a big dick like--" "Angel!" hissed (Y/N), cheeks red as his boyfriend chuckled, clearly messing with him.

"The ultimate bad boy." giggled Niffty, as Angel took the knife she was playing with out of her hands, and handing it to (Y/N) who looked grossed out at the thought of Niffty flirting with his dad. "I bet he's scary."

"I bet you he answers, 'Hey bitch.' " (Y/N) said to Husk and Angel, the two grinning and taking the bet.

*With Lucifer*

"That's it." muttered a man, hunched over a desk, working on something. "Now presenting the magic-tastical backflipping rubber duck! Ha ha! That spits fire!" He giggled to himself, looking around his room which was filled with rubber ducks. 

"Hold the applause! Please, okay. Oh thank you, thank you. Oh God, who am I kidding, this sucks!" He threw the duck as a nearby portrait of his family holding each other and smiling. Charlie was holding onto his neck, (Y/N) was sitting on his mother's arm, seen putting a flower in Lilith's hair as she smiled serenely. 

Lucifer looked down, thinking of his kids, when his phone rang. "Daughter? Daughter calling, daughter, daughter calling! Not son! Oh! Um-uh.." he tapped his chin before practicing what he was going to say, "Hello, Charlie. H-Hey, heyyy, CharChar. No! No, that's not good!" He started ranting to himself. 

"Oh, this is the first time she's called you in years. Oh, this has to be perfect." With that thought, he answered, "Heyy bitch!" he grinned, mentally face palming. His son had greeted him that way  several times and now it was stuck in his head. "Hi, dad." Charlie said through gritted teeth, Vaggie sending her a thumbs up. 

"Hey! How are you?" Lucifer chuckled before playing with a duck nearby, "Wh-Wh-where are you these days?" he asked nervously.

"You know where I am, Dad. I've told you before." Charlie replied. 

"You have? Oh yeah, uh...Well, you know I um, uh..." the King replied. 

"I know (Y/N) has been telling you, it's something I've started this 5 months ago. Or do you not listen to him either?" she snapped.

"No, no, no,no. " Lucifer twirled  his cane in his hands. "Just, you know, just forgot. I've been really busy. Ya know with um...important things." He hunched in on himself.

"Well, I'm actually running a hotel to rehabilitate sinners." Charlie looked at Angel who smiled encouragingly. (Y/N) smiled to himself; he loved how the two acted like siblings. "Maybe you saw our commercial." 

"Oh...sadly I missed it." winced the fallen angel. "Heheh, you know I haven't been watching much TV lately. Scrambles the brain." Lucifer babbled, "But, hey, a hotel! Fun!" 

Charlie sighed, hand on her hip. "Listen, Dad, I've got...kind of a big ask." she started hesitantly. 

Lucifer coughed on his tea, clearly paying attention now. "Yeah, of course. Anything in my power is yours for the asking. You just name it." He smiled, ready to be of help to his sweet daughter. 

"I need to speak to Heaven. Well, whoever's in charge up there, above Adam, above anybody. I need to go to the top!" Charlie exclaimed. 

"Oh! No! Nooooooo, no, no, no, no, Charlie, no,no,no, that's uh...No."  replied Lucifer. 

"Look, Dad," Charlie hissed, clearly frustrated, "I don't ask you for much. I never have, but this, this is really important to me." She looked at Angel who looked away, smiling when (Y/N) placed a hand on his back. 

"It's the most important thing I've ever done." Charlie paused when Vaggie took her hand and smiled encouragingly. "She smiled at her girlfriend before turning back to her phone call.

"And..I need you. I need your help." 

Lucifer flinched; he hated telling his kids no, but his wounds are still fresh.

"I--I don't know Charlie." 

(Y/N) rolled his eyes before coming over to take the phone from Charlie ignoring her look of surprise. 

"Alright, enough games, you scary ass bitch. Be here in an hour and come see what the fuck you've been missing out on." He hung up, before everyone's shocked looks. "What?" he asked, handing Charlie back her phone. 

"Y-You can talk to the King of Hell like that?" Husk asked, wide eyed. (Y/N) scoffed, rolling his eyes, placing a hand on his hip with an amused smirk. "Dad's a big ass dork. Sometimes he gets stuck in his ways. Now c'mon, I'm hungry and we need to get this place ready for his arrival. "

*Back with Lucifer*

Lucifer blinked at his phone, before playfully rolling his eyes, he loves his son, but damn does he take after his mother more ways than one.

"My kids want to see me! Take that that depression." He sang happily. 

 *Short montage*

Sir Pentious and Niffty were in charge of making cookies, Husk, Angel, (Y/N), Razzle and Dazzle were in charge of decorating as Vaggie had Charlie take a quick 50 minute power nap.

Angel was doing his makeup in his compact mirror, and he noticed a hickie peeking out of (Y/ N)'s collar. He grinned going over to press a kiss to it, making his boyfriend jump. He smiled as the prince playfully pushed him away. 

"Okay, everyone. " Charlie called as everyone waited near the table, Alastor standing behind Charlie with an annoyed look on his face. "It's showtime!" the princess sang. 

"Chaaaaarlie!!" squealed Lucifer, seeing his daughter. "Hey Da--" "Oh! It's so good to see you! Haha!" the king hugged the princess as Alastor's left eye twitched at the interaction. "It's good to see you, too, Dad." Charlie grunted as Lucifer released her. 

She cleared her throat before gesturing to everyone else. "Welcome! To the Hazbin Hotel." The Egg Bois popped confetti cannons in celebration. 

Keekee came up to Lucifer purring, making the king grin, "Oh, hewwo, KeeKee!" 

Razzle and Dazzle flew up to the king, holding their heads out for chin scratches. "Razzle, Dazzle!" He hummed, spinning around with them. "Oh, look how much you haven't grown. Still fun sized! You still taking care of my apple dumplings? You better be." He growled, eyes darkening, before he cackled to himself. 

Looking up, he smiled seeing his son sitting on the table, legs crossed as he sipped on a strawberry Daiquiri. "Hello, (Y/N). How goes the Starlight Project?" (Y/N) smiled, thinking of one of his many side projects; he was running a school for HellBorn children who wanted to learn to embrace the fine arts. 

"It's going, old man. But look at what Charlie's been up to." He gestured to the rest of the hotel, making the kind turn. "Wow, this place sure looks, uh.." he side eyed the cyclops woman who smiled creepily. 

"Uh-huh. Yeah. Uh-huh. It's got a lot of character. Oh! What in the unholy Hell is that?!" He asked, pointing at the bar.

"Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color, don't you think?" Alastor hummed, finally appearing, gesturing around. 

"And you are?" Lucifer asked, with a raised brow. "Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sir." Alastor shook the King's staff before brushing his hand off on his coat, as Lucifer adjusted his coat from the rough shaking. 

"It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life." mocked the deer, narrowing his eyes. 

"Who is this? Who's this now? Are you the bellhop?" scowled Lucifer, making (Y/N) snort into his drink.

"Haha! No! I am the host of this hotel. You've might've heard of me from my radio broadcast." Alastor grinned smugly. "Hmm," Lucifer pretended to think, "Nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the 'Hazbin' Hotel!' Hahaha!" he elbowed Charlie who looked uncomfortable at the tension. 

"Ha ha ha! It was actually my idea." Alastor examined his claws. 

"Ha ha ha! Well, it's not very clever!" snapped Lucifer.

"Ha ha! Fuck you." hissed Alastor, leaning down to glare into the king's eyes. 

"Okay! Okay, anyway. Dad, look at this lovely parlor, where people can get to know each other, and share secrets and stories and intimate feelings!" Lucifer smiled at his daughter's enthusiasm. "Without (Y/N) or Alastor, we wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much!" At the mention of the Radio Demon, Lucifer scowled again. 

"Charlie has a very unique vision. I am happy to fulfill her bizarre requests." Alastor placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder, making her smile and place a hand over his, "Oh, thank you, Alastor." "Quite an impressive young lady. We're all very proud of her." cooed the demon. 

(Y/N) smirked at the king's jealousy, clearly enjoying the beef the two demons shared. 

"Charlie, dear, why don't you introduce me to your other friends!" Lucifer suggested, walking in between Alastor and Charlie to break contact. 

"Oh, yes, of course." Charlie dragged her girlfriend over. "This is Vaggie! She's my girlfriend." The blond princess looked lovingly at her as Vaggie smiled nervously. "Oh ho my golly! You like girls? So do I, we have so much in common! Put er' there, Maggie!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug as she grunted.  "She's so pretty."  he cooed. "Uh, lovely to meet you, uh, sir." Vaggie stammered. 

"And this is Sir Pentious and Angel Dust, our guests!" She gestured to the two demons, Pentious leaning over a tray of cookies protectively as Angel tried to take one off the tray with a devious grin, with an arm over (Y/N)'s shoulder, the prince leaning into Angel's side, both holding a glass of alcohol in their hands.

"Angel is also my boyfriend of the last 5 months." (Y/N) smiled, poking the spider in his side to get his attention. "Your Majesty!" yelped the snake when he realized the attention was on them, Angel snagging a cookie before turning to greet Lucifer, "Heya, short king." (Y/N) pinched his thigh, making Angel yelp and clear his throat. 

"Ahem, I mean, nice to meet you, sir." 

"Husk is our bartender, and Niffty is our house keeper." Charlie said, watching as Niffty came over. "Nice to meet you." Husk replied.

"Hello. I clean. Hehehehe." she giggled, running off. 

Everyone yelped and cough when the chandler fell to the ground. Lucifer chuckled, "Ha ha ha. Alright then."

Everyone stared at the flapper themed demoness in a varying array of emotions: annoyance, confusion, and irritation.

"Who?" "The fuck are you?" asked Lucifer and (Y/N) asked in unison. " Didn't you just hear me? Why is everybody gawkin'? Is it cuz I'm adorable?" She asked, winking and striking a pose. 

"Mimzy!" exclaimed Alastor, opening his arms for a hug. 

"Alastooorr, sweetie, doll-face! So good to see you. How you been? Good? Good. " Mimzy rambled, hugging the deer. "Listen, I was in the neighborhood. I heard you were staying at this ritzy slob factory, and I figured I'd stop by, say hi! For old times sake."

(Y/N) narrowed his eyes at the small demoness before leaning towards Angel and whispered, "I don't know what is is about this woman, but I don't like her." Angel nodded in agreement. 

"Of course, sweetheart! Everyone is welcome here." Alastor smiled, as Charlie approached. "Oh, how nice. So you two know each other?" she asked. "Oh, yeah, we go way back." Mimzy pulled Alastor under her arm as they shared a grin. 

"Ran in the same circles when we were alive." She twirled to lean over to whisper to (Y/N),  "You know, this one used to frequent the club where I used to perform. He's the only one  I knew who could pound whiskey like a sailor, then keep up with me on the dance floor."  

Mimzy chuckled doing a dance before (Y/N) hissed, "Get the fuck away from me." as he used his magic to push the demoness away back near Alastor. 

"Oh, quite a talent, this gal. Ho,ho, you should've seen her in her hayday." Alastor grinned. 

"Hey! Watch it, tall, dark and creepy." She snapped, adjusting her dress to push her breasts up. "I'm still in my prime." She then noticed Lucifer talking to Sir Pentious, and got a dreamy look in her eye. "Oh, oh, my stars! Is that Lucifer? Move it!" She growled as she pushed Pentious out of the way. 

"Pleased to meetcha, Your Highness." she curtsied, sharing an awkward grin with Lucifer as he stood regally. 

"Alastor, you gotta warn a girl when she's in mixed company." She hissed at the Radio Demon. 

"Charmed, I'm sure." Lucifer said stiffly. 

"As much as I'd love to catch up, Charlie and I have a tour to continue." Alastor gestured to the king who bristled. "I'm sure Charlie and (Y/N) can handle showing me around!" Lucifer said loudly, pushing Charlie and attempting to grab his son. 

"Actually, Dad, I have plans with Angel, so Alastor will have to cover me." (Y/N) held Angel's hand up, kissing the back of his hand, making the spider smile slightly. "Have fun with the tour, though." The prince grinned devishly, making his father glare. 

'You little shit.' thought the King as Alastor appeared. "Excellent! We started the hotel together, and we'll show it off together. Right, Charlie?" Alastor said smugly. "Oh, right." Charlie agreed, Vaggie following the two. 

"Why don't you let the others help you settle in, and I'll be back before you know it." Alastor gestured to the others now sitting at the bar. 

*At the bar*

"So, where can a girl get a drink around here?" She asked, sashaying to the bar, much to Husk and (Y/N)'s annoyance.  Husk growled lowly as Mimzy approached. "My, my, is that Husker? Alastor still has you slinging hooch for him, I see." She chuckled to herself, "Classic. How ya been, fur-ball?"

"Good." Husk fake smiled before scowling, "Until five minutes ago." 

"Oh, dont\'t tell me you're not happy to see me. You might hurt my feelins." She mocked. 

"Hey, Niffty, whatcha' been up to, girlie?" She asked the cyclops. "Fightin' bugs." replied the redhead demoness. "And uh, how's that going for you?" Mimzy wondered boredly. "They're winning. But not for long." She pulled a knife and grinned menacingly.

"Uh-huh. Thanks, pussy cat." She beamed at Husk who grumbled, "Oh, fuck you," before walking away.

"So uh, you and Alastor are like what?" Angel wondered, grabbing a fresh martini before sitting at the bar in between Mimzy and (Y/N). Pentious sat on the other side of (Y/N), smiling when the prince slide over a building design. "Thank you, (Y/N)." he whispered before turning back to the conversation. 

"Friends?" asked Angel. "Well, that's your word, not mine. but I think it fits." Mimzy giggled. The three men eyed each other with surprise before turning back to the short blonde. 

"Why so surprised?" She demanded. 

"Well, just didn't know he had any of those. He's been here a while and is still a big, creepy mystery. What's his deal?" hummed Angel. 

"Well, you probably heard the stories. He appeared in Hell, suddenly, making a splash quicker than anyone had ever seen. At first, people wanted to dismiss him, but soon overlords started goin' missing. And not small ones either. We're talking heavy hitters. No one knew what happened to 'em until these strange radio broadcasts started going out.

 All you could hear was screams. Every time an overlord disappeared, there'd be a new voice screaming in the broadcast. That's when Alastor revealed himself as the Radio Demon and anyone that would mess with him" Mimzy laughed, "Well, let's just say his broadcasts never lacked new voices. That's the story most people know, but underneath it all..." Mimzy suddenly beamed brightly, "He's a total sweetie! Put on some jazz ad pour a couple fingers of rye and he becomes a kitten." 

The men at the bar blinked slowly at her. "Oh, stop with the looks. He hasn't done any of that in a while. Can I get another one of these?" She asked Husk, opening her eyes to see he wasn't there, and scowled.

"Oh, what the fuck?"

[the-fiction-witch]

Baby Mama P2

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Watts

Rating Sweet Af

Concept Pregnancy

I stood holding the small of my back as I desperately tried to quell the pain. Everything hurt my feet. My ankles. My legs. My hips. My stomach. My back. My shoulders. My neck. Every single part of me was tired and aching and generally unhappy as the baby kicked almost per minute.

"Uhh stop just stop. For five minutes" I complained

"Baby really beating you up today" Benny chuckled from his chair

"I don't know why baby won't settle and sit damn still for five minutes" I sighed

"Would you like some tea?"

"No thank you, Benny"

"Would you like me to run you a bath or a hot shower?"

"No thank you, Benny"

"How about I give you a nice massage?'

"This better not be another excuse"

"No, no excuse A proper massage, Will that make you feel better?"

"Maybe?"

"Come on then," he says getting up and offering his chair I smiled and took a seat on the chair and he moved to the ottoman over so I could put up my feet and recline "One second," he said, going to our bedroom and he returned kneeling beside the ottoman, with a clean fluffy towel sitting it under my feet on top of the ottoman and a small bottle I was confused at first but he clicked and stretched his fingers a moment before pouring some of the bottles onto his hands and immediately the scent of lemon hit my nose reminding me of the massage oil from the box under our bed he rubbed some on his hands and then poured a little on my feet before he began to rub my swollen feet

"Uhhhhh ummmmm" I smiled as he worked

"That's nice?"

"Ummm" I nodded relaxing as he worked "ummm this is the most pleasurable feeling ever" I smiled

"...you're pregnant" he glared

"Yeah?"

"So I've had sex with you" he complained

"I stand by my statement"

"Thanks, well I have to keep my baby mama happy somehow"

I sat at the table going through the various items that had arrived, Of course, ordering things from catalogues as shopping wasn't really an option as I'm in no mood or ability to walk around a department store. Of course, family and friends had heard the news about the imminent arrival of the baby and sent over boxes of gifts so I was sorting baby clothes and various items that had accumulated Benny was supposed to be helping me but I think he was just kind playing with things currently he sat with a small wooden xylophone attempting to play himself a tune

"Benny"

"What?"

"Stop playing with the baby toys"

"I'm testing them," he says "I have to check they are adequately mentally stimulating. We want our baby to be a grandmaster by twelve they need smart baby toys" he explained

"I never said I wanted that"

"You didn't. I did"

"Benny, the baby will be smart You don't have to test all the toys"

"I don't know they are only half chess genius," he says and I glared "I'm just testing them If I can use them without hurting myself then they are safe for the baby"

"I don't know babies are pretty dumb"

"True, y/n watch" he laughed before he began to play a tune

"You just wanna play with it"

"Kinda,"

"Do something else"

"Fine" he sighed moving into another box "Okay I am very confused..."

"That's a nursing bra"

"It's a bra... but buttons to expose the boobs?"

"Yes Benny, for nursing."

"I feel like we had one of these when we first got married that I ripped off you sometime after our honeymoon"

"Different thing Benny"

"I don't know make this in black lace and I'm pretty sure it's the same. That's a point you're planning on breastfeeding right?"

"That's the plan"

"Yes! Boobs!"

"Not boobs for you. Boobs for baby"

"But I'll still get to see boobs which is really what I'm excited about"

"Your my husband you can see boobs whenever you want"

"Yeah but it's not as fun"

I sat bouncing myself on the small inflatable ball I picked up it's supposed to help me strengthen and Widen my cervix or something. By the side of my Bump, I'd kinda wished I'd been doing way more cause I am a planet I've almost convicted the head of this baby is gonna be a literal watermelon luckily it wouldn't be long until this would be over and the baby would be here I mean I'm excited for this to be over but also worried because then I have a human to take care of which I mean I should be fine with I already take care of benny, the longer this goes on the more I question women who say they like being pregnant? I definitely do not. And I was pretty panicked I mean I want it out of me of course so we can have our baby and so I can be done being pregnant but... it has to come out of me which is gonna hurt! It's a complex feeling to have as I bounce.

"Comfy?" Benny asks as he brings me some juice

"Somewhat" I answered taking the juice and having a sip as he sat in his chair "Why?' I glared

"Just a position I should think you're used to" he smirked

For a moment I was puzzled and then I realised oh yeah I'm sitting with my thighs wife bouncing up and down

"Stop thinking with your penis Benjamin"

"Maybe I would if it got some attention" he sighed sipping his own juice

"I'm pregnant" I argued

"Yeah? Not like I can make you double pregnant. It's literally the only time it's a one hundred per cent chance I cum inside you and can't get you pregnant"

"No Benny, it's dangerous"

"Not in any of the parenting magazines I've read"

"Yes but you've been reading husband magazines and they are not helpful"

"Yeah the one at the doctor's office really isn't helpful and they really didn't appreciate me telling them that"

"Their doctor's benny they don't like being told they're wrong"

"But they are"

"Yes dear" I laughed

"Besides that pregnant booklet in the waiting room was printed in 1948, how is it possible that still there best recommendations?"

"I know" I giggled counting to bounce

"How'd baby?"

"Kicking. Stretching legs."

"Not long now and we'll finally get to hold our little one in our arms" he smiled coming to cuddle my stomach and give it kisses "umm Daddy can't wait to see you little one"

"Awww mummy can't either, just maybe... calm the kicking down a little"

"You want some help?"

"Not like you can stop it, Benny"

"I can help" he smiled moving behind me and gently holding my hips "Lay back"

"Are you sure?'

"Trust me"

"Alright" I sighed leaning my body back against him and he gently moved my hips on the ball which admittedly was very relaxing

"Don't hold back lean your whole weight on me"

"Are you sure? I'm very heavy Benny"

"I'm sure to come on"

So I leant my full weight on him my head on his shoulder and it was really nice not having to hold myself up for a little while and it even clicked my back

"Hey, that better?' He laughed as it clicked

"Much better" I smiled

"Good, I have to make sure baby mama is happy"

"It's getting harder and harder to be happy when I'm in this much pain'

"I know, but not long soon then we have the baby"

"I hope it won't be too long" I smiled but I felt a violent kick again"oh fuck-"

"What? Ohh oh. That's okay baby didn't mean to give your bladder a kick It's fine let's get you cleaned up" he reassured

I laid on the bed using Benny to pop my leg up given the size of My stomach made it basically impossible to lay certain ways, he was fast asleep but I couldn't sleep I'd been feeling this gnawing pain like period cramps but I guess it's just more pregnancy pain, but I'd been feeling it for hours now. I kept semi-falling asleep often waking from pain or strange nightmares of My stomach swelling to the point it explodes. I woke up from asleep and sat up having to use the bedpost to get myself up I wondered thought to the apartment and clicked on the light grabbing my book from the table and flicking through the pages in pain to see if I could fix this somehow

'Pain similar to period cramps - contractions usually a sign of active labour'

What! Wait wait wait what! I read on and began to panic I thought my water was meant to break or something or I'd start screaming I didn't know it would just kinda... begin hurting but I read on and found fake contractions or Braxton-Hicks also feel like this but they go away after eating so I made myself a big pile of toast eating a few pieces but it didn't go away

"What's going on?" Benny yawns as clearly something woke him up and he wondered out of the bedroom in his kimono rubbing his eyes

"I think I'm in labour"

He stopped short as I said that completely freezing mid-eye rub "What?'

"I think I'm in labour"

".... right. Okay. Just calm down!" He says beginning to panic

"I am calm Benny. I'm actually freakishly calm"

"I was talking to myself! Okay uhhh what makes you think so?"

"I've been having pains for like the last six hours. The book says there are contractions."

"They could just be Braxton-Hicks, right? Right you've had those before"

"They could, but they go away when you eat something"

"Did they go away after toast?" He asks

"Nope."

"Okay, what does the pain feel like?" He asks looking around the table for the paperwork

"Like a period cramp. Hurts like fuck then slowly goes away then hurts then slowly goes away"

"Holy shit. Yeah, that's a contraction. And ...your fine?"

"I feel fine. It hurts but I feel calm"

"Hu ... okay you think you can get dressed?"

"I think so"

"Good you get dressed I'll call the midwife at the hospital and see what she says," he says

I nodded and went to our room getting into my little maternity dress even if it was barely for me and a pair of my flats the pain only got more and more intense as Benny waited on hold so I grabbed my bag and packed it with a nightie, some slippers, perfume, lotion, body wash, baby's blankets, hats, socks, all the little things they said we would need to bring just in case. And as I came through he Finally thought having got himself dressed in the meantime with clothes from the clean laundry "Hi! Hi yes hello, okay, Watts. Yeah, it's Benny. She thinks she might be in labour. Well this is our first so... yes she's describing period cramp-like pain that comes then goes away again and it's been like that for several hours now" he explained

"Six hours" I added

"Yeah, six hours now maybe more. Uhh just a sec- does it completely stop when it dies down?"

"It did now not so much"

"Yes but now not so much, okay... no, no, no she had about six bits of toast. Uhhh remarkably calm actually. Okay yep no problem" he says before he hangs up

"So?"

"Uhhh she says you need to get in the car. Like now"

"Ohh okay, I packed the bag"

"Everything on the list?"

"Everything and some additional items"

"Okay, let's get going" he smiled giving me a soft kiss before taking the bag and helping me up to the car and stairs They were hard by the time I reached the car the pain was becoming almost unbearable but Benny did his best holding my hand to drive us through the busy New York streets to the hospital and by this point, I was pretty panicked and in a lot of pain 

[finelinevogue]

the morning after

Gwen and Aria's POV:

"Babe are you ready? It's about to start!" Gwen shouted to Aria from the sofa.

Aria was busy making them both hot chocolates in the kitchen, so they could enjoy a drink whilst watching the newest episode of Love Island together.

"Coming!"

Gwen's face lit up when she saw her girlfriend walk in the room, Aria's tongue slightly sticking out from concentrating on not dropping the drinks. She graciously took her hot drink and made room for Aria to sit down next to her, cuddling close.

"Thank you." Gwen kissed Aria's cheek and Aria kissed her cheek back in response, before both of them quietened down as the Love Island recap appeared on the screen.

"Last time..." Ian's voice sounded over last nights episode montage, "The heart rate challenge got everyone feeling flustered and even took two people to the hideaway."

"Oh my god! I forgot about that!" Aria gasped, watching Y/N and Harry in the hideaway together. "I've missed them so much."

"Babe, they were literally on our screen last night." Gwen laughed, thinking about how Aria had only become hers last night too.

"Feels like a lifetime ago..."

The screen then cut to the present and the episode began.

The lights turned on in the bedrooms and everyone started greeting each other with a good morning. Y/N and Harry's light turned on soon after, but you couldn't see them because they were buried underneath the covers.

"Morning everyone!" Antigoni shone bright as usual. A chorus of mornings replied.

"Do we think anything happened in the hideaway last night?" Ekin-Su asked, sitting up in bed.

"I think so, yes." Antigoni nodded.

"Yeah I think so too." Gemma added, smirking.

"I think Harry would want to take it slow though, y'know?" Luca added, spooning close to Gemma.

"Yeah maybe they didn't do everything." Dami chimed in.

Gwen and Aria sipped their hot chocolates, knowing full well that something happened last night because the cameras were cut off all too soon and they'd spent a lot of time deep under the duvets.

The screen then cut to the couple everyone adored.

Y/N's head was barely poking out the top of the duvet, whilst Harry had the duvet pushed down to his chest. He was smiling down at Y/N, who could be seen smiling up at him.

"What?" Y/N giggled, pulling the duvet more over their head to hide their morning after shyness.

"Hey, don't hide from me. Want to see you." Harry whined, pulling the duvet back down so more of Y/N could be seen. Y/N looked well rested, especially after how stressful the last few days had been. They both looked at peace, a soft morning glow about them both.

"Better?" Y/N's face now clearly seen by Harry.

"Would be better if y'gave me a morning kiss." Harry negotiated.

"Hey, sounds like you." Aria laughed, nudging Gwen's side. Gwen responded by flicking Aria's ear with her finger.

"I have morning bre–" Y/N couldn't find her sentence before Harry's lips were on hers. Y/N moaned in delight as Harry's lips softly brushed over theirs, feeling those emotions from last night all over again. They were both still sore and spent in places that hadn't been active in a while, but they would never get tired of kissing one another.

Harry made sure Y/N knew he loved kissing them with morning breathe and all, pushing her down into the bed more as he grew hungry for more of them.

"Wait.. Wait." Y/N spoke, pushing Harry away only slightly.

"What? Y'okay? Y'hurting anywhere? Is it your head?" Harry asked with concern, moving his hand to touch the back of Y/Ns head where they had fainted the other day.

"No, no. I'm fine. Just I won't want to stop if we keep going." Y/N explained.

"Also sounds like you." Aria added.

"Will you stop comparing me to Y/N and Harry for five minutes..." Gwen laughed. "We've been together for less than a day."

"And yet you've kissed me more times than a married couple of 50 years have ever kissed."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Gwen rolled her eyes, but not before kissing Aria.

Harry leant down to kiss Y/N once more, kissing their nose too just because he could, before flopping back down on his back. His arm wrapped around Y/N's body and pulled them close, wanting to feel her body on his for just a little bit longer.

He kissed the top of Y/N's head and Y/N kissed over Harry's chest, resting a hand over his heart and tracing over the tattoo's nearby.

"H?"

"Mm?"

"Would you ever get a tattoo for me?" Y/N asked.

"Obviously. In fact i've already planned it." Harry explained.

"I can't with him. He's too much." Aria squealed and Gwen pouted in agreement.

"Oh yeah? And what are you getting?"

"Your name across my forehead, but backwards so every time I look in the mirror I am reminded of you." Harry said so seriously that you would think he was being serious, but Y/N could tell by the affliction in his voice that he was joking.

"I would break up with you if you ever did that, just so you know."

"Wha... Why?" Harry gasped in fake hurt.

"Actually," Y/N sat up to look over his face, pushing back his hair to study his head. "Yeah, to be honest, your forehead is quite big. Could do with filling it out a little."

"Right, you. You just lost cuddle time with Beetroot tonight." Harry tried to be stern, unfolding his arm from around Y/N and turning his back to them, but he couldn't stay mad for long. Not even when he was pretending to be mad.

"No!" Y/N launched themselves over Harry's body, trying to defend themselves and Beetroot.

"I fucking love them so much." Gwen said perfectly.

[vay99]

Chishiya x reader

Between clubs and hearts

Manga/Live action: Alice in Borderland

Side note:

!!!This is a game I completely made up!!!

I've read the Manga and watched the life action, I'll go with the life action for this one shot

Spoiler alert for those who haven't seen/read the 10th heart game yet

/Club 8? What's this? Yesterday it said spade 4 I think. What does this mean?/ as a thousand questions ring through your head you look around to see if there'd be anyone you could ask and looks trustworthy. You see two woman in their mid 40's, who seem pretty anxious, a few guys in smokings, three high schoolers and two that looks as if they were just coming from the pool.

Looking at the table you see phones and a metal chain, the card says to put the chain around your waist. Once it clicked it adjusts to your size, so you can escape from it.

"What the hell."

-Game start-

-Club 8-

Chains were coming out of holes in the wall, with every player having one attached to the one around their waist.

-You're all connected by these chains. To free yourself you need to find the right key out of the box in the middle. But beware, you can only move forward if someone else walks backwards. Work together to free everyone. After one minute the walls will start closing in, you have 8 minutes until the walls reach the middle. Games start in 30 seconds-

"What?"

"No way!"

"We just have to work together, this is an easy game!"

"Easy?" the guy besides you muses. "This could be a heart game as well."

"You seem to know these games quite well." you figure, he and his companion are the only ones that seem calm.

"New to this world?"

"I've had one game so far."

"Mhm, interesting." he nods, removing the hood of his jacket.

"I'm y/n." you introduce yourself, he seems like the only person in this room who seems totally unbothered, being on his side probably gives you the highest rate of survival. Yet he just stares at you, as if he's trying to figure your value.

"I'm Kuina by the way." the girl next to him takes over, she's probably the liveliest person you've seen since you've arrived.

"Nice to meet you." you nod, not sure if you should keep questioning the people around you instead of the game. That seems to be starting now.

The second the game starts the chaos begins, everyone is running towards the middle, the two older women pushed one another back to get further. Not one of them moved more than a step.

"So it began." the guy comments, as if he were a bystander.

"Not trying to disturb your commentary, but we'll all die if we don't do something."

"I agree with her, Chishiya you usually have a plan." Kuina pushes her friend to say something.

"Us three can't do anything. Judging from this room everyone would need to get as close as two meters in front of the wall for one person to be able to reach the middle. Who would trust a stranger like that?" Chishiya concludes, leaving Kuina and you to exchange panicked glances.

"Thanks for the analysis Einstein, but we need a freaking solution." you call him out which once earns a chuckle from the man.

"Okay, I'll trust you." one of the high school girls says, walking backwards, the second she steps back she gets pulled against the wall by those who pull the hardest. Right as she hits the wall hot nails come out, killing her instantly.

"Nooo!"

"I want home!!"

"I don't want to die!"

Hell breaks loose.

"Bloody perfect, now there's hot spikes! This got worse way too quick." you notice, leaning more into your chain as well so you don't loose your grip.

"No one will cooperate now." Kuina says. "Chishiya do something!"

"We have to wait till some more people slip." he casually answers as if he weren't talking about peoples life's.

"I won't accept this. I've seen people push one another into death already." you say as you take tiny steps backwards.

"Are you insane, you'll die a useless death." Chishiya calls out, turning towards you.

"We're gonna die either way, and I'd rather die trying to work together than being selfish like the rest."

Chishiya just looks at you for a while till he turns towards the middle again, chuckling. "You're interesting, I like that."

Another five people die as they got pushed by their neighbors and lost hold, only six people left. According to Chishiyas calculations one person should be able to reach the middle by now, if only one person would've moved during that time.

Chishiya keeps a close eye on one player, who looks extremely stressed. "Kuina, on my sign you run as fast as you can towards the middle."

Earning a unsure Glace from her he continues observing. Until it happens. The guy looses tension, leaning forward, hands on his knees.

"Now!" Chishiya immediately runs back as Kuina sprints forward, pulling the poor guy against the wall and reaching the keys.

"Yes! They have numbers!" she looks around but doesn't see a number.

"Y/n is number 10, you're number 9 Kuina." he says, that guy really did observe everything. The numbers were randomly given as the game started, showing up at the back of your lock. Kuina picks the right keys and throws them to each one of you.

As soon as you've freed yourself you run to Chishiya to figure his number.

"5!" you catch the key and get him free just in time, burning your right elbow during the process.

"We gotta go! The walls are nearly too close!" Kuna warns, throwing the keys randomly to the people. "Sorry."

"We can't just-" you were about to protest But Chishiya grabs your wrist and pulls you out of this hell behind him.

All you hear after that were the painful voices of those who were torn to death.

-Congratulations-

-Game clear-

"We let them die." you breath, sinking to the ground.

"Y/n, I'm not a fan of this either, but we had no choice." Kuina sits down next to you, able to relate to your emotions.

"We all just want to survive, isn't it human to betray others so we can live?" Chishiya asks, knowing that you won't respond. You know the answer, even though you hate it.

"Why don't you come with us?"

That question was the last thing you remembered of that night. The next day you wake up in a hotel room, Kuina sleeping on the bed next to you.

"Where the hell am I?"

"The beach." Chishiya greets you, leaning against the door frame. "You still have eleven days on your visa, so they won't send you to a game tonight."

"I can continue to sleep you mean? Gladly." you fall back into the white sheets.

The following four days Chishiya would guide you around and for the one game you had to participate in he made sure that he'd be there as well.

But during the 10th of heart game you've lost each other. And since he kept you close the entire time he knew that the military section wouldn't hesitate to shoot you. It wasn't a secret that they hated Chishiya and everything related to him. At least Niragi.

"How did I loose them so quickly?" you run around, after the three of you were in the camera room Kuina left to see what Ann was doing and Chishiya wanted to blow up Niragi. Like legit.

You were following him but a huge crowd and witch hunters seperated you.

"Hey witch come here! Don't make us kill you here, then we have to to carry you!" some guy yells as he shoots in your direction.

"Fuck off!" you run towards the smoke, against all your instincts.

Crawling over the ground to escape the smoke you try to find a way out. A window. Being on the tenth floor you knew that you won't survive such a jump, but you had no choice, the fire caught up to quickly so you had to try to jump from one balcony to another until you're on the first floor.

"Kuina!" you run towards your friend who's currently helping out Ann. "Have you seen Chishiya?"

"No, but he doesn't die that easy." she reassures you.

Arisu and Ann explained how to win this game, but Niragi just had to show up and blow everything up didn't he? Aguni threw himself at him and they got lost in the flames. And usually you would've been relieved if there wasn't this tiny problem. Your leg was shot. Your calf. And it was bleeding like hell.

"Y/n!" Kuina and Usagi immediately run to you, adding pressure to the wound. "Stay with us!"

"Make it stop!" you grunt through your teeth, trying to endure the pain. It only hurt more once Usagi put her jacket around your leg as a compress bandage.

As the others burn the witch you walk outside, being supported by Usagi, watching the Beach burn. No sight of Chishiya.

"I'll look for him." you say, trying to take a step but your leg had different plans. You're met with the ground. "Damn it."

"I'll look for him." Kuina says, not waiting for your response and just taking off.

The crowd gets smaller, all the members of beach head off to different directions, leaving Arisu, Usagi, Tatta and you.

"Kuina shouldn't have gone back." Usagi voices her concern, watching the building collapse.

"I told her the same."

"Chishiya!" you can't believe your eyes, he's alive and unharmed, you struggle to get back on your feet to walk towards him. "You're alright, I was worri-" you stop midsentence, surprised by the hug you find yourself in.

"I'm so glad you're alive." he mutters against your shoulder, arms wrapped tight around your back.

"Me too."

"What happened to your leg?" he inspects your leg after loosing the hug, seeing blood all over your foot. "Let me have a look."

"Chishiya?"

"I'm a doctor." he answers calmly, taking a look at your wound. "A bullet, it went right through, it hit an artery."

"It was Niragi."

"He's still alive?" he asked surprised. "But I burned him."

"He should be dead now." you watch Chishiya tighten the bandage more.

"Let's get some medical supplies so I can fix your leg." he says as he sweeps you up into his arms.

"Chishiya being sweet? Now I've really seen it all." Kuina shakes her head in disbelieve, following behind you by a bit to give you at least a bit privacy to talk.

[mppmaraudergirl]

#100...

"You know, I could always get you off right here, right now"

(me trying to add another work to my smut fairy collection 😉)

👀 ahem. This is obviously rated m. Enjoy

Her knickers dampen further at these words and the way they are coupled with James' finger rubbing lazy circles against her clit.

For the last ten minutes they have been cuddled up in a booth at The Three Broomsticks, pretending to chat and people watch while James' teases her under the table.

It starts innocently enough. Reminiscing about their time as students, nearly a decade gone now, until Lily talks about how she wishes they'd fooled around more on their dates.

"Oh do you?" James asks in that mischievous way he asks things when he's got an idea he won't let go of.

Then his arm slips from around her shoulders to his side, hand landing on her thigh, then bunching her skirt and sliding her underwear to the side.

He doesn't hesitate to slip a finger inside her, sending an immediate zing up her spine and making her shift her legs open involuntarily. He shows his appreciation for this reaction but curling his finger inside her before slipping out and finding her clit.

As if it isn't hot enough, all the while James continues to talk to her casually, discussing a third year prank or a particularly fun village trip in fourth year. The words he says are not a jumbled mess, not at all impacted by the way he purposefully rolls his finger over her, but they mean nothing to her. He could be speaking Mermish for how little her brain comprehends what he says.

She groans softly, turning into his shoulder in the hopes of muffling it and he tsks.

"Do you want to get caught, baby? Because we will if you keep making those noises. I could stop if—"

"No," she whines, grabbing his wrist for good measure, and he chuckles in a low voice. "Please."

He presses a kiss to her temple as he has many times, the gentleness of the gesture juxtaposes the renewed vigor of his hand between her legs, like he has finally decided that she must reach her end quickly now, and she doesn't mind in the least.

Her eyes close on their own, breathing becoming laborious as the familiar feeling of pleasure starts building and building faster. Miraculously, the moan that escapes her at climax is trapped in her throat, a small victory on top of the way her body spasms euphorically.

The patrons around them carry on none the wiser and relief washes over her. That is, until James slides his finger into his mouth, licking and sucking her off his skin, and she has no choice but to grab him by the hand and pull him outside in search of a hidden corner of the village.

[sterekbros]

the floor is lava by Winchesterek

For @sterekweekly prompt imagine, @sterekbingo square the floor is lava, and @domaystic day 13 taking turns.

Rating: G Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Eli Hale Additional Tags: Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Mpreg, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Kid Fic, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Derek Hale is a Softie, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Family Fluff

There was a scream from the kitchen that startled Stiles awake and his hand went to his head. He blinked several times and the shriek came again, but he recognized it as Elijah and the growl that followed as Derek.

Stiles rested back against the couch again, sighing and pulling a pillow under his head. The childish giggles and playful growls from the other room calmed him and settled his soul. He’d been extremely exhausted lately, but Derek taking Elijah so he could get in some naps always seemed to help him feel a little better. He always forgot how much pregnancy took a toll on his body, but he wouldn't trade baby Ava for the world. He already loved her so much and she was due any day now.

It didn't take long for the sounds to drift into the living room and Elijah shouted, “The floor is lava!”

Sometimes that kid had the wildest imagination. Stiles, of course, was not touching the floor and he for sure couldn't jump from place to place to play the floor is lava.

He smiled at them and chuckled, pulling the throw blanket over him more. “Well, kiddo, I’m already off the floor so I won't burn to death. The lava won't get me, I promise.”

Elijah effortlessly jumped onto an end table and then Derek came into the room by leaping from the kitchen and onto their couch. He gave a playful growl and Stiles shook his head, but he was smiling.

“Please don't break the furniture because I don't want to have more delivered.” Of course, he was teasing them and while it would suck having broken furniture, he knew that Derek would get it replaced quickly.

“We won't, Daddy! We promise!” Elijah shouted.

“You have five minutes to reach the safe zone,” Derek told Elijah, his face sporting his beta shift with his fluffy cheek fur that Stiles always found amusing. And the fact that for some reason, Derek didn't have eyebrows when he shifted.

He once asked Derek where his eyebrows went when he shifted and they’d both laughed for hours because Derek didn't have an answer and had no idea why he lost his eyebrows when he shifted, unlike his betas. It had nothing to do with being an Alpha because Derek shared that Laura had eyebrows when they shifted as kids.

“Noooooo!” Elijah shrieked. “You can't catch me! You’re a big slow wolf and I’m a fast small wolf!”

Derek growled at Elijah and flashed his eyes at him, which caused Elijah to yelp and giggle, jumping onto another table and making his way back toward the kitchen, which was apparently their safe zone.

“You two are a mess.” Stiles grinned up at Derek when he walked over to him on all fours and crouched on the end table near the couch as he leaned down to give Stiles a soft kiss. Which meant Stiles had to reach up and touch the tufts of fur that sprouted from Derek’s cheeks when he shifted. Like overgrown sideburns, really.

“But you love us,” Derek replied with a soft laugh.

“I love you both so much.” He kissed Derek again and snorted as he looked past him. “Elijah’s escaping to the safe zone. You’re getting old. I thought werewolves were supposed to age slower.”

That made Derek throw his head back and laugh and Stiles always loved when he got a full-bellied laugh from Derek.

“So you don't like my graying hair?” Derek asked, reaching a hand up to touch his beard.

“Oh, no, it’s so hot. Which is one of the many reasons why I’m pregnant right now.” Stiles laughed. “Now go catch our son before I get enough energy to get up and drag you off to bed instead.”

Derek laughed again and shook his head, kissing the top of Stiles’ head. “Later,” he promised, then darted off, jumping from one piece of furniture to the next, on his way to catch Elijah before he made it to the safe zone.

Stiles smiled as he watched them, his hand moving down to rub over his belly as Ava shifted and rolled, reminding him that she was there too.

He loved them all so damn much and Stiles was thankful he never had to find out what living without them was like.

His beautiful family of three would soon be four. Stiles smiled again as happy giggles and playful shouts came from the kitchen.

It sounded like Elijah beat Derek to the safe zone, which was one more thing Stiles had to tease Derek about later when they went to bed. Warmth and happiness filled Stiles’ chest as he snuggled into the couch and drifted back off to sleep.

[peakyscillian]

Daddy's Home | One Shot

Summary: Cillian's been away filming for months, finally he's home. Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut & Dad!Cillian Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader Part: 1/1 Requested: Yes - Anon

Daddy's Home

Masterlist

Daddy's Home.

Cillian's arms were wrapped round your waist, his body pressed against your back, lips close to your ear, his breath fanning across your neck. "Missed you, darling" he hummed, you were trying your hardest to prepare dinner before the madness of the evening started.

"Cill, I missed you too, but the girls need collecting in fifteen minutes" you hated denying your husband but you couldn't leave your twin girls stranded at the school gate because he had wandering hands.

"I'll get them" he dropped a soft kiss to your shoulder, the heat the past week had been unbearable for Ireland, you were trying to wear as few clothes as possible while in the house.

Cillian returning from New Mexico was delighted at the short slip dresses and skimpy vests you were favouring.

"I'll have to call the school let them know" you turned in his arms.

"I love it when you go into mum mode, so hot" he teased, holding your hips against his.

"I swear to god Cillian, if we get a call from Mrs Walker about being late I will tell her why" you warned with a laugh.

Cillian smiled, finally letting go of your body "I bet she would be thrilled, probably hasn't had any since the war"

You rolled your eyes "You won't be getting any at this rate Murphy, maybe you could compare notes?"

Cillian was smirking, the slip dress would be so easy to remove, he knew for a fact you weren't wearing any underwear after the last quickie he had coaxed you into, in the sunroom.

He pulled you back into him, lips inches from yours "you just wait, going to put another baby in you at some point then everyone will know what dirty things we do"

You had raked your fingers in the short hair at the base of his neck "People already know we have sex, we have two girls who will be waiting for their father if you don't let me go" you pressed your lips against his a quick burst of affection.

Cillian groaned, watching as you headed for the hall to grab your phone "ten minutes Cillian" you chirped from the doorway of the lounge.

** Cillian usually avoided the school run, most people would ignore him, let him live his life but the mothers of Langford Academy were a different breed, the type to swoon over him, flirt and try their hardest to get his attention.

The doors opened just in time, saving him from a group of three mothers making a beeline.

His face lit up at the sight of his girls, holding hands, grinning widely once they had spotted him.

They weren't expecting him home until the weekend, the hardest surprise he had to keep.

"Daddy! daddy!" Jasmine was almost running dragging Lacey behind her.

Cillian had knelt down, ready to scoop them up in his arms, both of them giggling as he smothered their faces with kisses.

"When did you get home, mammy told us Saturday today is.."

"Friday" Lacey chimed.

"It was a surprise, so you would have a treat when you left school" he placed them back on the ground taking their bookbags and lunch boxes from them.

"We have so much to tell you daddy! You've been gone so long" Jasmine was looking up at him.

"Oh yeah? we better get home and start the gossiping then" he lifted Lacey up first into her seat followed by Jasmine a kiss for each of them.

**

You had set up dinner in the garden the girls each having a glass of fizzy pop as a treat with pink straws.

"Marcey was being mean to Lucy, so Jas told her to stop it or she would tell Mrs Walker, then Lucy told Jasmine she was a tell-tale, so I...I said that's it I am telling Mrs Walker" Lacey was in full swing sat on Cillians lap.

You couldn't believe you had two seven year olds who were both definitely heading towards seventeen.

Cillian had took to being a father of girls so easily, he didn't care if they insisted on playing with his hair or painting his nails, embraced all the pink clothing they gifted him when you'd been unable to sway them to the Navy options.

You were brushing Jasmines hair after her bath, dinner had been demolished, the evening was still warm, you and Cillian had promised the girls a late night. "and then daddy, she tripped me up on my way to see Mrs Walker"

Jasmine turned to look at her sister "She did not! Lacey is lying"

Lacey threw her sister a look, a look you know both girls got from you, "I am not" Lacey protested, bottom lip jutting out.

Cillian looked at you, a amused look on his face "Girls, if you start arguing then it's straight to bed. Lacey did Lucy trip you up?" Lacey buried her face into his neck, a mumbled reply leaving her mouth as she shook her head.

"See she lied!" Jasmine was daring her father to disagree with her, the stern look in her blue eyes.

"I just.. I just told a small fib not a lie, daddy I didn't lie" Lacey was close to tears now, her small hands cupping at Cillian's cheeks.

"Jas, it was a little fib nothing that hurt anyone, but Lacey we don't lie or tell fibs okay?" Cillian nudged his nose with hers as she nodded.

Jasmine threw herself back into you with a sigh "Always gets her way" she rolled her eyes.

"hey missy, Miss Jasmine Murphy, you also get your own way" You laughed leaning to drop a kiss on the top of her head.

"not as much as Lacey, just because she's the oldest and..and daddy's favourite" Jasmine was pouting now.

Lacey gasped " I am not! Mammy is daddy's favoruite thats why he married her!" Cillian laughed lightly "all of you, all three of you are my favourite girls" he was opening his arms for you all to crawl into him, hoping to settle the debate.

**

You watched Cillian return from putting the girls to bed, you were under the cotton sheet of the king size bed.

"All okay?" you asked placing your phone on the bedside table.

"Yes, we had a small debate over breakfast food for tomorrow, so it looks like you better wake up early to start on the eggs, bacon, pancakes and muffins" he winked disappearing into the walk in wardrobe.

"Hell no, I've made weekend breakfasts for the past three months, you're turn" you were sat on the edge of the bed now.

Cillian reappeared in the door way, in just a pair of boxers. "Oh yeah? what do i get in return?"

You batted your eyelashes, a innocent smile on your face "I could show you why I'm daddy's favourite"

Cillian laughed head thrown back, striding across the room he scooped you up, just to drop you moments later back onto the mattress.

He was leaning over you "Eggs? or Pancakes?" he questioned before his hands were under the small camisole you had on.

** Taglist

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[tadpolesinyourshoes]

MINORS DNI: SPICEY CONTENT BELOW

How i think sams first time eith the farmwr would go:

cw: smut, bottom!sam, top!farmer, gn!farmer

Ok, so im on stardew brainrot rn and sams my little pookie so heres how i think his first time getting intimate with the farmer would go.

-hes never hooked up with anyone sexually because he was so scared his mom wouls fine out and get mad

-he probably gets super nervous at first, hes super akward with the farmer

-needs constant reassurance. Hes gonna ask if hes doing it right, where to go. Direct him gently, hes still figuring it out.

-it probally starts out slow, really slow. The farmer praises him everytime they start something new and sam just MELTS

-bonus: if you degrade him, he'll cry. His feelings are fragile

Little story ig?? I don't write, so don't come at me please.

~~~

His pants were folded gently on the ground, his boxes tucked between them. Sam had taken each precious second trying to calm his nerves. Of course the farmer was sweet and patient with him. Asking probably a dozen times, "are you sure, love? We don't have to if you're not ready."

"No, no, no, i want to. I do." Sam pleaded, his voice getting small. "Its just- you're my first."

His voice was barely audible. The farmer planted soft kisses across his cheeks.

"We'll go completely at your pace, ok?" They assured him.

Sam nodded gently. He hugged the farmer tight. "Ready."

The farmer gently layed him on the bed. There was a few awkward minutes of making a comfy nest of blankets and pillows for sam to rest his body on. He felt so exposed, his back to the farmer. "You'll go slow right?" His mouth felt dry.

"Promise." The farmer cooed, leaning forward and kissing behind his ear. "Its just my hands first. Relax, I'll be gentle, i won't go any further until you say so. And if you want it to stop, we'll stop."

Sam nodded, humming a small affirmation at their words. He waited for what felt like forever until he gasped at the cold feeling of lube agaisnt his bare bottom. His back arched at the new sensation. The farmer rubbed the lube around his entrance in a small, soft motion.

"I know its cold, sorry." The farmer chuckled softly. They leaned in to kiss sam.

" 's okay. Just surprised." He mumbled back. Sam could feel his hesrt rate pick up again. It was happening, it eas really happening. He wasnt sure if he felt like he was going to throw up from fear or excitment.

The gentle movements persisted untul the farmer slowly rubbed across Sam's entrance. "I'm just going to prep you a little. Open you up so its easier. Ready?"

Sam tensed immediately. "I think. I-" he took a slow breath, "not too hard."

"Not too, hard. I'll be gentle. Youre already doing so good for me, sunshine." The farmer cooed sweetly.

The words made Sams body feel hot. He whimpered softly as butterflies filled his stomach. He began to slowly feel the pressure of a the farmers fingers entering his body. He gasped softly. "Slow! Slow!" He gripped the blankets in anticipation.

The farmer smiled softly, using their freehand to rub his thigh. "I wont go any further. Just tell me when." They assured him softly.

Sam took a few moments to adjust to this new forgein feeling. He took s few small breaths and unburried his face from the pillows. " 'kay." He said softly.

The farmer gently rubbed his thigh. "Can i keep going?" Their tone was sweet and calm. The last thing the farmer wanted was to hurt their lover.

"Y-ya. Keep going please." Sam could feel himself relaxing a little more as he was able to anticipate each next move. The farmer voiced each step before moving on. By the time they were able to add another finger into Sam's soft hole, he was stiffling whimpers into the pillow.

"I didn't know you were capable of such pretty noises." The farmer cooed to their blushing blonde. "You don't have to hide them from me. You sound so cute."

Sam felt his heart melting ans his insides heating up. The farmers finger tips gently brushed his prostate and he pushed hid face into the pillows. "Shi~ mmm!" He muffled.

His soft whimpers were followes by a sweet chuckle and a warm kiss on his hip. "Go on. Please? You're precious." Ths farmer cooed softly.

"Ah~" sam turned his head a little, his voice ringing out in the quiet farmhouse. He was in pure bliss at the hands of the farmer. "There! Again, please!"

The farmer smiled softly, pressing their fingers into his prostate again. "There? You like that? You're doing so well. My beautiful boy." The farmer kissed him, curling their fingers inside him.

"Ah yes! Yes there! 'M close, again!" Sam felt a warmth surge into his abdomen. Small clear droplets dripping down his dick.

"Good boy, so close, right? Go on, love." The farmer cooed softly, thrusting their fingers gently into sam.

"Gah~" sams body lurched forward as the final thrust brough him to climax. He felt he knees about to give way. He panted softly and looked down. "I got your blankets dirty." He said softly, almost ashamed.

"Blankets can be washed." The farmer cooed, pulling their fingers gently out of Sams stretched hole. "You did so beautifully. Did it all feel good?" They moved to gently cradle the blonde boy.

Sam nuzzled into the farmer, looking up at them with bright eyes. "Mmhm. I liked it, thank you."

The famrer planted a soft kiss on their lovers forehead. "I'm glad you did. How about a warm bath to wash up?"

"You'll come too?" Sam asked with a hopeful expression.

"Of course." The farmer replied with a kiss. "I love you, youre amazing."

"I love you too." Sam cooed back softly. He rested in the farmers arms, knowing he would sleep soundly on his lovers arms tonight.

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Longish story?? Grammar and spelling don't exist in the notes app, ok. Like i said im not a writer so i hope this turned out ok.

[karkjark]

What I'm working on right now (sneak peek):

Hold me, Love

Shannon/Eddie/Buck, rating E probably 

When Eddie reached out to Shannon for help in getting Chris into a new school, he never imagined he would end up in a kinky three-way relationship with his estranged wife and his new best friend.

Or, Eddie finds out his best friend fucked his wife when they were separated and is blindsided by how much it turns him on.

(let's gooooooo)

It starts like this: the 118 is doing a toy drive and Eddie has been ignoring his wife’s calls. 

Actually, it starts like this: Eddie is working when he lifts his eyes and sees his wife in front of him, but before he can even open his mouth to ask her what she's doing at his place of work, a voice calls from somewhere to his right. "Shannon?"

Shannon turns to see who called her name and Eddie stands there and watches with morbid fascination as his wife’s eyes widen in shock and surprise before her cheeks flush red and she stutters out “B-Buck! Uh- hi…”

Eddie can only blink as Buck leans over the table with a flirtatious smile and says easily, “Hi.” 

He doesn't need to be an expert in body language to understand what's going on. It's clear from the nervous glance Shannon throws in his direction and the way Buck's posture relaxes as he starts making small talk with her, turning up the charm like he does when he's flirting.

Yeah, he got it. He's just having a little trouble believing it. 

And he's not the only one who did, because he notices Chimney shaking his head with an eye roll as he fills another cup of hot cocoa for the next person in line. But Chimney thinks this is just another one of Buck's conquests. He doesn't know that this is Eddie's wife. 

“So, you came here to donate that?” Buck asks, pointing at the toy firetruck in her hands. "The kids are going to love it." 

Shannon nods, glancing quickly at Eddie again before turning back to Buck, saying, “And to talk to Eddie.”

Buck's brows lift in surprise and glances between them with curiosity. "You two know each other?” 

And finally, finally, Eddie’s tongue unsticks itself from the roof of his mouth and he manages to say, “We're married.”

As if in slow motion, he watches as Buck’s eyes flick between Eddie and Shannon, his expression shifting from surprise to horror to panic and thinks, Yup. You slept with my wife, buddy.

"Shannon is Christopher's mom." Eddie clarifies further but Buck seems to be frozen now, horrified by the realization that he fucked his best friend's wife and was just flirting with her in front of him. 

“Holy shit.” Chimney says from between them, and Eddie has to agree. Holy shit indeed, because he has no idea what to do now. His heart is beating a mile a minute and he's very deliberately trying not to think about the fact that it's not anger or betrayal he's feeling, but something closer to confused arousal. Why the fuck is he getting turned on by thinking about his best friend fucking his wife?? What the hell is wrong with him?

"Eddie..." Shannon starts, and Eddie just blurts out what he was going to say before this whole thing started.

"What are you doing here?"

Shannon takes a deep breath, seemingly deciding to ignore what just happened too, and says, "You won't answer my texts or return my calls."

Eddie gives her a strained smile and reaches around her to accept another toy. "This is not the place."

"Maybe it's the perfect place," Shannon argues. "because we can have a conversation that doesn't end up with us in bed."

Eddie's chin drops slightly and he stares at Shannon, her words leaving him speechless for a few seconds.

"Follow me." he ends up saying, ignoring Chimney's excited muttering and Buck's very loud silence, and leads Shannon to the locker room where they can have some privacy.

[sapphicneige]

A Mark You Won't Forget - Chapter 2: Tell me what we choose

Summary: After agreeing to help run the merch stand for a local concert, Yang ends up meeting a woman at the bar there and things quickly become flirtatious between them. So, when the woman swings by the merch stand later that evening and asks Yang for a size shirt that's sold out, Yang's left with only a single option…

(Or what happens when you sell the shirt you're wearing to the hot woman you met earlier that day)

Words: 12,905 Main Relationships: Blake/Yang Rating: E

Notes:

So uh... hi, it's been forever. Sorry for that. One thing after another just kept getting in the way. This chapter was meant to be longer, but I decided to break it up into multiple as I think it has a good end where it does. Before I let you get to the actual fic, I'm directing your attention to THIS INCREDIBLE ARTWORK by @ver-draws. It's just an incredible piece and I am still kinda shaking that they drew that based off the scene in the previous chapter. Please go give the piece a look!

The chapter title for this chapter is from Fools by Lauren Aquilina from the Fic Playlist.

I think that's all I wanted to say, I hope you enjoy!!!

(Oh, and things get NSFW in this chapter, as a warning.)

Fic:

It’s only when Blake glances at her phone and sees that there are only five minutes left that the two of them slide from their chairs–downing the last of their shots as they do–and stagger towards the door of the bar. Yang’s hand immediately finds Blake’s, their fingers intertwining.

“Are you two seriously leaving already?” Weiss jumps up from her seat. “I swear to god if you’re considering going back to ours…”

“Ours?” Blake glances at the two of them, eyebrow raised slightly in a sarcastic manner.

“We haven’t decided whose house we’ll be going to yet.” Yang glances at Blake, noticing the way her face shifts slightly, the smugness shifting slightly, a layer of fear hiding underneath. “But… it’s likely we will be going to ours.”

“What about your sister?” Weiss throws her hands up in the air. “What about me? You’d do that to our ears?”

“Ruby’s at Penny’s tonight, remember.” Yang rolls her eyes, mimicking the gesture she’s received from Weiss many a time. “And I’m sure you can find other accommodations if you want to continue to deny how much you’d actually want to join us.”

“I do not!” Weiss looks like she’s about to say–a lot–more, but she’s cut short by a hand on her shoulder.

“I have a spare bed at mine,” Pyrrha says, standing up and joining Weiss by her side. “You can stay with me.”

“I uh…” Weiss glances between Yang and Pyrrha before letting out a sigh. “Fine.” She locks eyes with Yang. “But you owe me.”

“Sure.” The corner of Yang’s lips tugs up into a smile. “Thank you.”

“I’m not doing this for you.” Weiss rolls her eyes, acting dismissive. 

“I love you too, Weiss.” Yang turns to face Blake once more. “Shall we get going?”

“Sure.” Blake’s voice is filled with something that Yang can’t quite place. It’s warm and soft in a way that just makes her feel comfortable, but with an underlying curiosity. It’s all Yang can do to stop herself from wondering–hoping–that maybe, just maybe, that’s a curiosity at what Yang’s life is like, and where Blake might be able to slot herself into it.

Continued on Ao3...

[not-krys]

Fictober 2022: A New Resident

Prompt #25: You Know I'd Do Anything

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: Mature

Characters: Comte de Saint Germain, Preg!Reader, Leonardo da Vinci, Arthur Conan Doyle

Summary: After finding that Blanc and Rogue could do nothing to help improve your condition, Comte decides the only option left to save your baby is to offer his own blood.

Notes: Blood, AFAB Reader referenced with she/her pronouns and feminine-coded terms, Pregnancy, Childbirth, Implied/References to pregnancy and birth complications, use of French and Italian when neither are languages I speak so the usage is possibly incorrect.

Word Count: 2,157

Also on ao3!

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"You know that I'd do anything for her… for them…" Comte brushed your damp bangs out of your eyes, closed in an uneasy sleep.

"Even risk turning her?" Leonardo said pointedly, glaring at his old friend.

"Blanc and Rouge aren't doing as well as we had hoped. I also don't want to risk the other residents either. It has to be a pureblood's essence. My blood."

"And what happens if you lose both of them? What then?"

Comte looked pained, looking again at his beloved's face.

"…We have to try something, Leonardo. I can't stand to see them suffering like this."

Leonardo glared, staring down the other vampire, his teeth grinding together.

"Fine… but we're using a knife. No need to get your fangs involved."

Comte smiled, tired, but relieved.

"Thank you, mon ami."

"I'll go ask Sebas for one." Leonardo turned with the speed only a pureblood could manage, his coat tails trailing behind him.

Comte turned his attention back to his cherie on the bed, pale but still breathing. He kissed your fevered forehead, brushing back more of your sweat-dampened hair. His other hand trailed down your side, to your swollen abdomen covered by the thin sheet. He pressed his hand into you, feeling a tiny heart beneath his hand against what he could only assume was his child's back.

"So strong." Comte said tenderly, his smile soft despite his fatigue. "for one so tiny."

His eyes turned back to his love, his smile turning to a frown.

"I'm sorry, ma cherie." he said, sadly, "this… all of this… none of us knew that this was even possible. For purebloods and humans to be able to reproduce together… and now you're paying the price for it…"

His hand trembled in your hair.

"If I could take away your suffering, all of it… you know that I would. But it's becoming harder and harder to find viable options. I thought that the Rouge would help as it's the closest to the real thing, but even that is starting to fail."

His breath shuddered, struggling to keep his voice even as he spoke to you.

"If nothing else works… if my blood isn't enough… what must I do?"

He received no answer aside from your steady breathing and the tiny heart beating beneath his hand.

Minutes later, Leonardo returned with Arthur in tow, carrying a bowl of hot water and towels.

"He refused to stay behind with the others," Leonardo commented, "and said we might need this."

"I'm no midwife, but I've delivered my fair share of babies before, so I'll help with what I can if it comes to that."

Comte frowned.

"It's too soon," he said, "they would be premature."

"It's always a possibility that we need to prepare for," said Arthur, "as another idea, in case yours doesn't work out, of course."

He then washed his hands in the nightstand bowl.

"What is the plan, anyway?"

"I'm going to give her some of my blood." Comte said plainly.

"But… won't that turn her?"

"Only if a pureblood's venom is administered first." Leonardo said, placing down the hot water nearby.

"Though the bite from a pureblood," Comte continued, helping you to sit up amongst the large pile of pillows. "However, to be effectively turned, the prospective vampire also has to drink their maker's blood, to complete the transformation."

"Has to be a pureblood's blood too, not one of you lesser ones. 'Scusa, cara mia." Leonardo helped fluff up your pillows.

"But, since Blanc and Rouge don't seem to be helping her anymore, we're resorting to more desperate measures."

"I see."

"That's what the knife is for." Leonardo said, putting a towel under your chin. "Comte's gonna slice himself open for our amusement. "

"Just a cut on my wrist, nothing more. Hopefully nothing more." He rolled up his sleeve, exposing the milky white of his arm, flexing his hand to release the tension. "And please don't be so crude in front of my wife and child, Leonardo."

"What better way would you have put it?"

"So, as far as I'm understanding what we're doing, " Arthur interjected, "We're going to have the bird drink your blood, and then what? Hope for the best? Pregnancy is meant to have an end where the little bundle has to come out."

"…Will she even be alright? With drinking a pureblood's blood?"

"We're not sure," Comte said, "but we have to try something…"

You winced and groaned, breaking Comte's train of thought. You gripped the sheets so tightly, your knuckles turned white.

"A-Abel," you whispered hoarsely.

"[Name]! I'm right here," Comte took hold of your hand, "What's wrong?"

"It… it hurts…"

"What hurts? Where does it hurt?"

You moved your hand over your stomach, grimacing.

"I… I don't know what's wrong…." you hissed, hot tears forming in your eyes. "It hurts…"

"[Name]," Comte said calmly as he could, smoothing back your hair again, "I want you to drink some of my blood. We're going to see if it helps."

"But… what if…"

"Please, cherie," Comte pleaded, "it's the last thing we haven't tried. Let me help you."

You swallow, breathing hard but shallow.

"…If… if it will help…"

Comte kissed your forehead.

"It will work."

He released your hand and took the kitchen knife from Leonardo, turning his back to you. You then heard a sharp hiss through his teeth and a grunt of pain. When he turned back around, a rivulet of red oozed down his arm. He sat down on the edge of the bed, holding out his wrist to you.

"It shouldn't taste too different from Rouge." Comte reassured you.

"Coppery, then…" you tried to laugh, but winced instead.

Comte held his wrist closer, giving your mouth easy access, rubbing your shoulder with his other hand. Carefully, you licked up his arm, pretending not to notice the shiver that went through him. It did taste similar to Rouge, coppery as blood had always tasted to you, but there was a difference. The warmth for one, how fresh it was, not diluted with thinners so that it was drinkable and kept for longer. It didn't taste particularly good but it wasn't completely disgusting. There was also something else there that you couldn't quite describe. Something old… powerful… Was this what made up a pureblood's blood?

When you had finished, nothing remained on Comte's wrist save for an angry red line, already on its way to turning white and faint.

Everything turned still save for your breathing. No other sound entered the room.

"How do you feel, Cherie?" Comte said.

"It might take a minute to fully take effect," Arthur said, "letting it get through her system and all tha-!"

Suddenly, you were sitting up, clutching your stomach, breathing hard and ragged.

"[Name]!" Comte called out.

"Well, it did something!" Leonardo said.

"Pardon me, sirs!" Arthur was now at your side, throwing the blanket off, blinking in surprise.

"W-wet…" you said weakly.

"Wet?" Comte said.

"I think her water just broke," Arthur frowned.

"It's too soon!" Comte said, "[Name]!"

"Can't do anything about it now!" Arthur said. "Comte, you help [Name] get control of her breathing. Last thing we need is her passing out. And I know you'll get mad if I didn't ask, but take off any underclothes she has on. And I'll only look as much as necessary. Leonardo, you get me some of those towels. Call out to Sebas that we might be needing more. And my doctor bag in my closet. And something soft we can wrap the baby in."

Leonardo nodded, helping Arthur place the towels and calling for Sebastian through a crack in the door while Comte gently pulled off your underwear.

"[Name]," Arthur said calmly to you, "what you're likely experiencing right now are contractions. What I want you to do, besides keep on taking as deep and easy breaths as you can, is to tell me when the pains become more intense. I'm timing them so I can know when to tell you to push. Only do so when I tell you to, alright?"

"O-okay."

"In the meantime," Arthur cracked a smile, "how about you two talk about names? Maybe place bets on if you're gonna have a boy or girl?"

 You looked over at Comte as he looked over at you.

"Well… our odds favor having a boy. " Comte said, "Female purebloods are rare, even rarer to find one that can bear children."

"Rare?" you say, wincing.

"Rare enough to be quite valuable, especially in the old families. Mère had to be guarded at all times, before and after I was born. Other families would do anything to say they have a child-bearer amongst them."

"My mamma hated being guarded," said Leonardo, returning with more towels and a small yellow blanket. "always complained to Papà about it. Hated how it limited her freedom."

You grimaced and breathed in.

"Stronger now…"

"Just a little longer," Arthur glanced at his watch then back at you. "you're doing fine, given the circumstances."

"T-thanks…"

"Keep your breathing calm.  You'll be needing it soon."

"How soon?"

"It varies, mostly, though not by this much. At best, this normally would be over in a few hours, a full day or so if you're not so lucky. This? This is happening so quickly, I'm a little baffled myself. Maybe the old chap's blood helped accelerate the labor?"

"It is normally supposed to help turn a normal human into a vampire," Comte thought aloud, "I'm sorry, Cherie. This is my fault."

You smiled tensely.

"No one knew something like this… how any of this was possible. We were all taken by surprise. You just wanted to help."

"Still…"

You reach a hand up towards his cheek, intending to try and comfort him, but another pain rattled you, your hand falling back to the bed sheets.

"A-Arthur!"

"Pardon the intrusion, luv!" Arthur was at your feet in an instant, grabbing a nearby towel. His eyes widened again in surprise. "Bloody hell, the head's already- Leonardo, grab my scissors and keep that blanket handy! [Name], I know this is going super fast, but when I count to three, I want you to push for me."

"Push!?"

"One!"

Your hand clenched the sheets while you gritted your teeth. Comte took hold of your hand, letting it clamp around his.

"Two!"

You looked at him, seeing him smile to encourage you, nodding.

"Three!"

With Arthur's command, you squeezed Comte's hand as hard as you could, holding your breath. You released when you felt you couldn't hold it anymore, panting hard.

"Head's almost out," Arthur said, "two more should get the shoulders out. On the count of three again, [Name]. One!"

You clenched Comte's hand again, his face thankful for his vampire strength keeping his fingers and palm from shattering.

"Two!"

On Arthur's call of another three, you pushed the second time, feeling your heart racing and your face turning red with effort. On the third push, Arthur called Leonardo over, the sound of snipping scissors barely registering in your ears.

"No wonder you were in so much pain, wrapped up in your own cord." Arthur bit his lip while cleaning off their nose and mouth. "Color still looks good, thank-."

He was interrupted by a new voice in the room, a tiny cough soon followed by a breathy cry.

"That's…"Comte started.

"Almost out," Arthur said, "almost there, little bairn. Nearly there, [Name]."

"Che cavolo…" said Leonardo.

The next few minutes blurred together through flashes of pain and tiny cries that stole your heart.

After what felt like hours, the pain stopped, gone completely. You could breathe easier.

Everyone was smiling, relieved.

"Congrats, [Name], Comte." Arthur said, wiping his brow.

"Say hello to your …bambina, cara mia," Leonardo said, handing over the tiny bundle of yellow, dwarfed by the vampire's large hands.

"Bambina?" you ask.

"Against your odds, you have a little girl." Arthur grinned.

"A little girl…" You said, taking in the wrinkly red face on your chest, Comte in just as much awe.

"She seems to be in good health overall, surprisingly," Arthur continued. "if on the small side, but that's to be expected with preemies. We'll have to keep an eye on her, since she is so tiny."

Comte gently rubbed his finger against her cheek, turning his head to kiss yours.

"She's beautiful, cherie."

You nodded, keeping your attention on your daughter. Arthur and Leonardo slipped out, presumably to go tell the others about their new 'resident', but you also heard distinct mumblings of badly needing a hundred cigarillos all at the same time and a drink strong enough to knock someone out into next Tuesday. 

Comte continued to keep you company, crawling into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around you and burying his nose in your hair, tired and relieved as you were. You both fell asleep like that, holding each other close, a family bonded together.

[the-fiction-witch]

Hot Chocolate

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet

Fictional Advent Day Eight

so maybe for Newt, you can make an AU story where y/n is a waitress at a restaurant and Newt comes with another girl who’s a mean girl on a date and y/n serves them but the girl that Newt is on the date with is really rude to y/n and is calling her rude names, and it gets to the point where newt gets so upset with the mean girl and yells at her and newt hangs with y/n instead. It’s just a little idea I thought was good! Take your time and happy holidays!

I rushed around like a bumble bee busy with the bustle of the malt shop, listening to the Christmas music playing gently mixed with people cluttering cutlery and crockery as well as the bell often tolling on the door as people came and went, the snow fluttering sweetly down the sky. 

“Thank you so much happy holidays” a lady smiled as she and her family left the table

“Happy holidays” I smiled going to clear their little booth by the window tidying up and adding the five-dollar tip to my little Christmas-themed gingerbread house moneybox, as I started on some more coffee for those at the counter

“Hey uhh, I had a little favour to ask?’ a voice spoke up and I looked and saw a guy who had just come in, in some nice shoes that had a dusting of snow on them, some brown suit pants, a little orange t-shirt and a white button-down slipping off his large coat with a fluffy inside as well as a dark red scarf

“You can ask, I don't know what the answer will be but you can ask”

He chuckled a little “I know it's a big ask but could I take a booth?”

“Booths are normally reserved for parties of four or more you have three friends coming?”

“No, I uhh I have a first date. I know it goes against the rules but you think you could let it slide?”

“No problem, take number seven it has a lovely view over the bridge”

“Thank you”

“Your welcome, and hey if they don't look like their picture just order a blue raspberry pancake and I'll get you out of there”

“Thanks, hopefully, I won't need to” he laughed heading over to the booth setting his stuff down and fixing himself up in the reflective side of the napkin dispenser, I made a note about him and went on with my shift luckily the rush was over and things were dying down, I often passed the guy and offered him coffee or tea but he always politely declined and only got more and more nervous as time went on.

Until she arrived.

I saw her walking down the street before she even got into the shop as she pointed her nose high making it the peak of her face, sunglasses that took up almost all of her face, and nails long enough to pick a lock within some little ugg style boots, a pair of tight leggings, a long sleeve white turtle neck with a beige fluffy vest she came in and put her glasses on her head.

“Hi,” She sighed offering her hand to him, “Newt?”

“Hi, you must be Olivia.” he smiled giving her hand a kiss,

“Yeah.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, You’re just as beautiful as Minho said.” he smiled as they sat together, I gave them a while dealing with some other things before I finally went over

“Hi, how are you two doing today?”

“Uhh excuse me, can we get a male waiter.” She snapped at me

“Uhh we don’t have any male waiters”

“Fine. Whatever” She sighed

“Okay… What can I get started for you, Coffee? Tea? Hot Chocolate?”

“Eehhh just water. In a clean glass.” She snapped

“Sure” I nodded

“I’ll have a hot chocolate,” He smiled

“No problem, whipped cream?”

“Absolutely,”

“Candy cane?”

“Yeah that sounds nice”

“Excellent, I’ll be back with those feel to look at the menu for food” I smiled

“Okay we get it bye,” she said angrily

So I just headed off and got her water and his hot chocolate and I took them over “Here we are” I smiled setting them down “You ready to order?”

“Uhh ohh my god! Will you stop jumping down our throats? How on earth would anyone be ready to order already it’s been two seconds”

“It’s been five minutes miss.”

“Are you talking back to me you chubby slop girl?”

“That is incredibly rude. She was just asking” He spoke up

“I’m not taking advice from someone who still eats sugar. That thing is like six suggested servings yeah no thank you.” She snapped

“I’ll give you another minute” I nodded heading away for a moment but before I even got to the counter she clicked her fingers at me

“Hey! Hey! Slop girl! Aren’t you going to take my order?”

“Yes Miss” I nodded as I headed back over

“Do you have anything that actually observes serving sizes?”

“Our plates are all designed for one person, unless they are specifically in the sharing or extra large section of the menu”

“So no. Fine. I will take a lobster and a salad”

“Miss… we don’t have that on the menu”

“I know I’m not stupid. But I want lobster.”

“We don’t have lobster here miss… we mostly just make pancakes, fries, burgers that sort of thing”

“Uhhhh clean my table again slop girl there must be carbs all over the table” she complained

“That is really rude, your are being insanely disrespectful. You choose for us to come here ” he said

“Maybe I’d be nicer if this slop girl could actually use her brain!” she yelled “Give me a side salad”

“One side salad” I sighed “You sir?”

“I won’t be ordering anything I’m sorry,” he said “I cannot go through with this I’m sorry”

“Aren't you gonna pay for my food?”

“No.”

“Ughhh!” She whined grabbing her stuff and marching out in a huff

“I am so so sorry”

“It’s okay, trust me you hear worse in this job” I answered “Could I get you a slice of cranberry pie? Ice cream on the side?”

“Yeah that would be really nice” he smiled

After a while, he came and moved to the counter and we chatted as I worked for a good while doing my best to cheer him up even giving him a free hot chocolate, and after a while he happily paid

“Thanks so much for everything”

“It's no trouble, Happy holidays”

“Happy holidays” he smiled before he headed out, I gathered up his stuff, and found out he had left a hundred-dollar tip and a note ‘I’m so sorry about her, and thank you so much for cheering me up. If you like I’d love to take you out for dinner one day your not working X Newt’ and then his number I chuckled a little and put it in my pocket so I could text him when I get off my shift.