#I will never forgive don for what he did to them I will only thank lachlan for a wonderful performance

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also take these other glen/da scraps I did last year, they literally mean the world to me bro

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Confrontation Luffy x reader

This is part two. If you want to read part one -----> Here

As in part one, Je as a nickname, the craziness continues, enjoy.

Ever since your boyfriend admitted that you two slept together, you went out of the way from anyone. Usopp eyes followed you around whenever you passed him, as if to DARE you to get closer to Luffy.

"Puah! The food was amazing Sanji", Luffy beamed and patted his belly. "Thanks", the cook said with a sad voice. It took a turn on him as he heard the news this morning, that you his beloved Goddess actually slept with the Captain.

"Je! What are you doing, your plate is still full" "Ah, yes", you admitted, obviously. Taking his fork, he took some food of your plate and held it out with a innocent grin. "Here!"

The kitchen was dead silent. Only the drop of Sanji´s cigarette was heard, all holding their breath. Luffy feeding you. HE! WANTED! TO! FEED! YOU!

Usopp directly began to pray, sweat running down his face. "No Luffy, it´s ok", you admitted and a loud breath was released. "Eh? Don´t you like the food?" "AH! I failed you my Goddess", Sanji fell onto the ground curling himself up as he whimpered.

"No! No no no. I´m not really hungry. You can eat the rest, Lu" "Sure?" "Yes, sure", you admitted and within a blink of your eyes, the plate was clean.

Sun all vanished, the night sky took place. "Good Night", you said and waved to them. "Je! Wait I sleep-", Luffy was interrupted as Usopp grabbed the collar of his shirt. "No! You will come here, we have a lo to discuss", he looked mad at your boyfriend. "But-" "Goodnight, Luffy", you smiled and went into your room and Usopp dragged his best friend over to the boys cabin.

Inside, Usopp began to breathe out, the rest of the boys already there as "Luffy", he started calmly. "Yeah?", he was already sitting on the couch. "One question....HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!", Usopp began to shout, walking back and forth, " DO YOU HVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU DID?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT COULD HAPPEN TO HER?! TO US?! HAVE YOU THOUGHT OF MY BLOOD PRESSURE?!", he screeched so much that his voice broke.

"WE´RE PIRATES. THIS IS THE NEW WORLD!! YOU CAN´T JUST MAKE A BABY ON BOARD!" "Relax. I didn´t put a baby in her" " And that should calm me down?! I CAN`T EVEN-"

"you´re just mad that Luffy had sex before you, long nose", said Zoro with a smirk. "No!", admitted Usopp. "Really? You´re mad because I did it with Je?", Luffy tilted his head. "NO! What I mean is that you-YOU- who never-NEVER! Took an interest in this stuff suddenly know how this all works!"

"Usopp, are you still a virgin?", asked Franky and a blush covered the snipers cheeks. "YOHOHOHOHOHO! Usopp-san" "So basically, you thought you would get laid before Luffy", Sanji blew on his cigarette. "That is NOT the point! It´s Luffy, he doesn´t-"

CRUNSH!

A loud voice went through the cabin and all looked at Luffy who was eating cookies. "Where did you get these from?!", shouted Sanji. "Je makes them for me. She always makes too much and gives me the leftovers. She said when I´m hungry at night I can eat them", he smiled. Usopp inched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. "Did you even pay attention to what I said?"

Luffy shallowed all of the cookies at once before turning to his best friend. "No, not really", he laughed and the next second Usopp flung at him, strangling him. "YOU STUPID RUBBER IDIOT! I´M GIVING HERE A LECTURE AND YOU EAT!!!" "ARRk-Z-Zoro", Luffy chocked out.

Jinbe simply laughed at everything that happened. "Leave Luffy-kun alone. He has finally become a man" "OVER MY DEAD BODY!" "Bone-chop!", said brook and hit Usopp head. "What was that for, Brook?" "Luffy turned blue if you didn´t noticed it", admitted Franky.

"Ok, following!", Usopp clapped his hands. "These who are still virgins, raise their hand", he said and rose his hand, the rest being down. "SANJI?!" "What? I know what I´m doing", he smirked.

Luffy laughed loudly as Usopp fell to his knees, praying. "Oh, God. Forgive my sin for being in this rotten crew!", he began to tear up, "please don´t kill me, I´m still innocent and love my life so please-"

The others ignored Usopp as "Yohohoho, Luffy-san, One question. Is her body as wonderful as it looks?" "OH! Yes, Luffy! We need this information!", Sanji became heart eyes and puffed air through his nose.

"Je? Her skin is soft and smooth, like a pillow! I enjoy hugging her when we do it" "Yohohohoho", blood dripped from their noses. "Luffy, how was even your first time?", asked Zoro. "It was super fun! We laughed and it sorta happened.

"FUN?! YOU IDIOT! She is a living Goddess, the light of this ship and you should worship her fully! Kiss her skin, whisper love confessions, show her how much you want her, make her whine, and leave her breathless", Sanji went on one knee, explaining passionately.

"Just show her who´s in charge", yawned Zoro. "Oi, Marimo! That works with cavemen but a goddess like her!" "And if I hear one more of this sweet as shit, I´m gonna puke in your bed, Hentai-brow"

Both were about to fight. "Why that? We both laughed and felt happy with each other. This is about the two of us so it should be happy for us! But I have to admit, her moaning my name gave me shivers", Luffy grinned.

"Super, Luffy! So manly!", laughed Franky. "Luffy, I will never, ever again see you with innocent eyes!", Usopp whined.

"Ah, you´ll get over it", admitted Jinbe. "How! I have images in my head I never wanted to have! I feel like I was being molested!"

"You overdo", all said and the door opened. "Je!", your boyfriend jumped up when he saw you enter. "shhh. Chopper fell asleep in his office." Luffy looked at the sleeping Chopper, grinning.

"I take him", Zoro came forth and took the reindeer from your arm. "And you guys go to bed soon. Sleep well", you smiled as Luffy took your hand. "Why are you up?" "I´m on watch", you admitted. "Ok! Bye guys", waved your boyfriend and tug you outside with him, closing the door.

"Huargh! No no no. Not again. The pics coming back", Usopp shivered and jumped around. "Stalker" "Hey! If we have a baby here in a few months, I told you so! Luffy does not care"

"Night" "Yo, you also" Yohohoho, night guys"

"LISTEN TO ME!"

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MEDIC! Part 41 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

It's been a year since I started this story. I posted last year on my birthday and I do the same again today. I want to thank everyone who has stuck with me while I write this, all your love and support is greatly appreciated, I love you all so much. So here's a birthday present from me. Thank you all again!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @imusicaddict, @b00ks1ut, @mstiemountainhop, @awaterfalls, @lovememadly92, @lucyfromtheoldhouse, @blueberry-ovaries, @next-autopsy, @saintmalosunsets, @anaso12 anyone else please let me know.

I rubbed my eyes, blinking hard and then staring at the shimmer that mocked me. After everything that had happened, now it was back. 

It glimmered in the sunlight. The oil slick transparent film didn’t move as I approached it. It was just as I had remembered. I stopped a metre away, too scared I would be sucked in if I walked any closer. The whole time my heart never stilled, it thumped in my ears as I glared at the film. 

“Really you’re back after all this time?” I chastised the insentient object. 

“Fuck you!” I screamed, I was far enough away from the base that no one would hear me. I picked up handfuls of stones and hurled them at the shimmer. 

“Why did you do this to me? I didn’t ask for this!” My voice cracked as I yelled. 

“I never asked for any of this! You brought me here, why are you back?” Tears slipped down my cheeks. 

I didn’t know what I expected, that someone would magically pop out from inside the portal and explain to me why on earth it was me that was taken. That they would say it’s fine if you want to stay, this is just an offer, or, if you do not come back through the shimmer life as you know it would cease to exist. 

But no, no one was here to answer my question. It was only the shimmer that sat perfectly still as I screamed at it, as I launched stones and debris its way. It didn’t cry out and ask me to stop, only mocked me with its silence.   

“I hate you!” I screamed before I turned on my heel and sprinted away from the provoking portal. 

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I sat on the floor packing and unpacking my bag for hours. Each time I packed the bag an overwhelming panic took hold of my chest and only eased when I took everything out of my medic bag. 

“What are you doing?” I heard from behind me. I swivelled around in panic. 

Don stood in the entrance, his brows knitted together in concern. 

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat. 

“Long enough to know you’re leaving. Why?” He started forward to where I sat criss-cross on the floor.

“Where are you going?” Don demanded when I didn’t answer. 

“It’s back.” I uttered, not knowing what else to say. 

“What’s back?” He stood looking down at me. 

“The shimmer.” My voice was so quiet as I told him the truth. I watched his face fall and then his eyes flicked over my belongings that were scattered in front of me. 

“You’re leaving.” It was a realisation that fell from his lips. “You can’t!” 

“Don please don’t make this harder than it already is.” I begged, feeling tears spring to my eyes. It was hard enough to make this decision myself but for Don to beg me to stay was going to make it impossible. 

“Why are you leaving?” Don genuinely asked. 

“Because I have to!” 

“Said who? The shimmer police?” His tone was serious. 

“No. But why would it show up again if I was supposed to stay?” I was out of answers for him, I was just as confused as him about this. My heart was torn, I wanted to stay but I didn’t know the cost of that decision. 

“What if I don’t leave and then everyone dies ‘cause I fucked it all up?” I let him into the thoughts that had been racing through my mind even before the shimmer had shown up again. 

“If I stay and the world falls apart because of me and people die. I could never forgive myself.” I didn’t need to be the cause of anymore death, and if that meant giving up the one thing that made me happy then it was a sacrifice I would have to make. 

“You know what I would do?” He asked joining me on the floor and taking my hands in his. “I would say fuck everyone else and choose you.” 

“That’s easy for you to say you're not the one with this decision. I can’t say fuck everyone, that’s not me!” Don nodded he knew it wasn’t in my nature to put myself first. 

“Why are you making this decision based on other people?” Don’s thumb rubbed absentmindedly over the back of my hand. 

“Are you running because of what happened?” His eyes flicked up to meet mine. 

I shook my head, my mouth twisting at the thought of what had happened only last night. The scars were still fresh, literally. 

“No, I am doing what’s right, and that means I can’t stay, even though I want to!” I was already at my wits end without the appearance of the shimmer. Tears fell down my cheeks. 

“Be selfish, for once in your life Em! Choose you!” Don pleaded, his hands tightly wrapped around mine as if I would disappear in a blink of an eye. 

“I can’t!” I yelled, rising to my feet and pacing back and forward across the small room. 

But Don continued, standing up as well to grab me as I passed by him. His hands firmly gripped on my shoulders. Don shook me as he spoke, as if trying to shake his words into me. 

“Because other people would choose themselves, in your position they would choose to stay, not because of the greater good, but because they wanted to.” He was right, a lot of people would choose the outcome that would better accommodate them. But when have I ever put myself first? 

“You deserve to be happy.” I wanted to be happy, after everything I had been through in life all I wished for was to be happy.

“I can’t be the cause of other people’s deaths.” I couldn’t have that weight on my shoulders, I couldn’t live my life knowing other people suffered for me. It just didn’t seem fair. 

“Fuck everyone else Em. If you staying meant the world was going to end tomorrow, you know what I would choose, you I would choose you, because I love you.” 

“That’s not fair Don!” 

“I would die for you. I would choose my demise to spend one more day with you.” I choked back my sobs. 

“So I would die for you, but you wouldn't die for me?” Don questioned. I understood why he was wandering. From his point of view I seemed to care about everyone else more than him. 

“No, I am. If I go, I’m dying. I don’t think I could ever be happy again. But if that meant that you got to have a long and prosperous life, then I would die a million times over for you. And going home and living my life will be that.” 

“Then live for me!” Don bargained. “What are you going back to there anyway, you have a family here!” 

“Doesn’t mean I belong.” 

“Emily, ever since you have arrived all you have done is belong. You fit right in, you were meant to be here. The shimmer brought you here for a reason, fate itself!” Don was right I may have been brought back to this time for a reason, but then it could've been random all the same.    

“But what if it was only for a moment, only for a short while. What if I stay and everything falls apart because of me?” The lingering doom haunted me.  

“There are so many what ifs, but what ifs don't answer your question. Where would you rather be?” Don gazed down at me with his intense brown eyes. 

“Don’t make me answer Don, this is already so hard.” I hiccuped, I shook my head as I pushed away from him, turning my back on the man I loved.  

“Which would you pick if there were no consequences?” His voice strained as emotions flooded through his soft tone.  

“Here.” I whispered, still not facing him.  

“So stay, there are no consequences, you can’t think of the what ifs that will only haunt you. If you go back and regret your decision, don’t you think that will tear you apart?” Don rounded me so he stood in front of me again, his hand finding the underside of my chin and tilting it up to look into his eyes. They shimmered with unshed tears. 

“Yeah but what if I stay and the world ends and everyone I love dies! That would be even worse.” I emphasised my point over and over again, but still he fought against me.  

“It wouldn’t matter if we were together!”

It would be an agree to disagree.  

“I hate to break it to you Em, but everyone you love will die eventually. You can either be here for it or not.” 

“The difference is I don’t want to be the cause.” I stood my ground. I would not be the reason for the world turning to fire and ash. 

“I can’t face that. It will fucking kill me.” I would become a shell of myself if that was to happen. There would be no one for him to love anyway.  

“So I can’t talk you out of it? After all this time you are going to choose everyone else over me?” Don’s hurt radiated down his body, his hand fell away from my face as he took a step back. 

“Please Don don’t say it like that.” I begged stepping forward into his space but he kept his distance.  

“It’s fine you have made your decision, I clearly can’t stop you. Even though I hate you right now, just know that I love you and I hope that haunts you till the day you die!” Don’s bitter tone was harsh as he stomped out of the room.  

“Don!” I called after him as I chased him down. “I can’t leave with you hating me. If you love me you will let me go. You will respect my choice.” 

He only looked down at me, anger and pain etched into his features. 

“I will let you process this, while I say my goodbyes.” I kissed him gently on the cheek before turning to head back inside to pack my bag for the final time. 

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I took a shaky breath before entering the mess hall. The men noticed my arrival waving me over to the table. I kept my own emotions at bay as they all smiled at me. This would be the last time I saw their faces. 

“Hey boys!” I cooed to the men. They all stood from their seats as I rounded the table. 

“Em, are you alright?” Lieb asked me as I sat beside him. I resisted the urge to reach up and brush my fingers through his hair. 

“I’m ok.” I uttered softly. 

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I leant into him, my hands coming around his bicep as I lent my head against his shoulder. 

“Em?” Lieb asked, craning his head to look down at me. “Why do you look like you have bad news?” 

“Because I do.” A sombre tone fell over the table. I straightened myself from my position and stood. 

“They have ordered me back home. Due to the events of last night, they don’t feel I am fit to continue my service.” I broke my lie to the men. Their faces fell as a groan of protest rippled through the group of my fellow Easy men. 

“It’s ok Em, we’ll see you when we get back home.” Babe chirped as he grinned at me. 

I could feel my heart ripping in my chest. He wouldn’t see me again. None of them would. 

“Yeah!” My voice cracked as sadness seeped into my tone. I quickly righted the mistake. “We will all have a big party when you guys get home.” Lieb reached up, taking my hand in his, giving me a reassuring squeeze. 

“But I’m going to miss all of you-” I had to pause to take a shaky breath before continuing. I laughed as the men looked up at me with concern on their faces. 

“I’m ok, just sad that I won’t be able to see you guys for a while.” My other hand was taken by Bull. The man who had saved me right at the beginning of this mess. 

“I want to come and give each one of you a hug goodbye. And then I’ll be off!” Complaints and offeres to were raised by the Easy men.  

“Don said he wanted to have me all to himself before I left, so you all have to do as he wishes!” Malarkey hadn’t agreed to anything yet, but I couldn’t have the men sending me off through the portal. 

The men thankfully agreed to my terms. 

I went around the table taking each man into my arms. Tightly squeezing them one last time. 

Lipton pulled me into his embrace as he whispered into my ear. “Be safe, Em.” I pulled back and his hands cupped my cheeks, brushing away the tears that slipped down them. 

Perco grinned widely at me as I stood blubbering in front of him. “Hey, don’t cry! I’ll make you eggs anytime, and we won’t even have to get it from the source.” His arms wrapped around me rocking me side to side in a boisterous manner. 

Martin hugged me like the dad I never had, pressing a soft kiss to my hair. 

Luz opened his arms, tears glimmering in his own eyes. “Don’t cry George or you’ll make me cry more!” 

“Who’s gonna laugh at my jokes?” His voice broke as he tried to be funny. I didn’t answer his question, only holding him closer. 

Webster and Tab both gave me kisses to the cheeks, wishing me safely on my journey. 

“Thank you for fixing me up Gene.” A bittersweet smile formed on his lips as he pulled me close. 

“Thank you for being the best medic Em. I didn’t tell you enough but I think you make a wonderful nurse.” I buried my face into his shoulder as his hand stroked down my back. 

Babe and I didn’t utter a word to each other, he only crushed me to his chest. We both quietly cried into each other's shoulders.

I pulled back, using my palm to wipe his face clean. “You’ll see me again Em.” He promised as I nodded tearfully.  

Bull enveloped me into his arms like I was a small child who had curled into his lap. He pressed kisses to the top of my head. I listened to his thick twang as he spoke, “I’ll miss you little lady. Don’t be a stranger.” 

Finally it was Lieb left. Only once in my life had I seen the man cry, but here he was looking up at me with tears in his eyes. 

“Can’t believe you’re going.” He said as he rocked us back and forward. “What am I gonna do without you?” 

“You’ll be fine Lieb.” I pulled back so I could memorise his face. He shook his head and took me into his embrace once again. 

I waved goodbye to them all as I left the mess facility. I still had to find the rest of the officers. 

I found Nix and Winters first. “Em are you doing alright?” Dick took in my appearance, my blotchy cheeks and bloodshot eyes. 

“I came to take up your offer. I would like to leave.” The men looked shocked, glancing from me to each other. 

“When would you like to leave?” Nix asked. 

“As soon as possible.” 

The men again looked even more flabbergasted. 

“We have one at 1300hrs, a jeep can take you to the port and then you ship back home.” Dick reported, checking his watch. It was 1130am, I had a couple hours before my departure. 

“Is that soon enough for you?” Dick’s eyes flicked up from his wrist. 

I nodded. “Thank you both for all that you have done for me. Richard, thank you for taking me in, and trusting me. Lew, thank you for caring for me and keeping me safe.” 

“You guys don’t know how much you mean to me. I never really had a male figure in my life. The love and support you have shown me in this small amount of time we have known each other, will fill up the rest of my lifetime and even after my death.” The men looked even more confused than before. 

“Emily you’re only going home, we will see you again I’m sure.” Dick surged forward to bring me into his arms. His hand smoothed down my curls soothingly.  

“I hope so.” I whispered into his jacket, latching my hands around his waist. 

Pulling back I found Nix now at our side, I went from one man to the other. I flung my arms around Lew's neck as he nuzzled into me.

“Gonna miss ya kid.” Nix said softly into my hair. I could hear the thickness of emotion in his voice, as if he somehow knew that this was inevitably the end. 

I finally stepped back from the embrace, sniffing and wiping away my tears that seemed endless. 

“I don’t mean to be forward, but I love you both, so very dearly.” Both the men chuckled. 

“We love you too Em.” Dick’s charming smile appeared on his lips. 

“I’ve already said goodbye to all of the men, but there is just one more person I need to see.” 

Dick nodded pointing back over his shoulder, “Should be somewhere in the office.” 

I gave a thank you before scurrying off to find the said man. 

My fist knocked on the wooden frame of the door that stood open. Speirs sat at his desk with his head down filing through papers. 

“Come in.” Ron called without glancing to see who it was. 

“Sir.” I started, but the sound of my voice caused the man to look up. 

“Em!” He smiled at me. “What’s the occasion?” 

Ron set aside the task he was working on to give me his full attention. 

“I came to say goodbye. I’m leaving in a few hours, I’m gonna go home. I think it’s my time.” 

Speirs sighed but smiled still. “I can’t say I’m surprised. You need the rest, after-” He paused, having to look away as he continued to speak. “After everything you’ve been through.”

“We’ll miss you. But I’m glad you won’t be coming to the Pacific, it’s not something you should be exposed to.” 

I hummed in agreement. “Yeah, I think I just need to go home and relax. And don’t worry about giving me your treasures, I’ve got it all sorted out.” His brow pinched. 

“It’s a gift.” Ron assured me. 

“And I thank you for the kindness, but it isn’t necessary anymore.” I held my ground, there would be no one for him to send it to. I would rather he keep it. 

“Oh, so you’re going, going.” Ron corrected. 

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused by his comment. 

“You think I didn’t notice?” Speirs peered up at me, confusion lined my face. 

“What?” My heart drummed in my ears. 

“I’m a smart man, Emily. I have done my research on you. I have done my research on everyone. But you stood out. No records, nothing. I have been watching you, I notice things.” The more he spoke the more confused I became. 

“You aren’t from here. I don’t know why or how, but I know you weren’t born during this time. And you’ve made the decision to go home.” Speirs stood from his chair and rounded the desk to stand in front of me. 

“You’ve come to say goodbye for good. Haven’t you?” He bent down slightly so that he was looking me in the eyes. 

I was speechless, all I could do was nod. 

“How? How did you even come to that conclusion?” 

“It doesn’t matter. It never mattered. But for some reason I assumed you would stay.” Speirs’ arms drew me in. 

“What does Don think?” He asked as I laid my head on his chest. 

“He hates me for it.” I admitted sourly. 

“I’m sure he’ll come round.” Speirs reassured me as he cradled my face to his heart. 

“I wanted you to walk me down the aisle.” My thoughts surged from my mouth before I could hold them back. I had thought about it when I was planning to stay. If I was to be wed to Don, Ron was the one I wanted to give me away. 

“Good. No one else would be allowed but me.” Speirs chuckled.  

My laughs turned into sobs as I clutched him closer. “Am I making a huge mistake?” 

“You are doing what you think is best Em, and I trust you.” He pulled me back to look down at me. “Follow your heart.” 

“Thank you for everything-” 

“You don’t need to give me a big speech Em. I know how you feel about me and you know how I feel about you. Let’s just have this moment.” 

I think I spent two hours with Ron. Most of it I spent sobbing, but to have those last few hours together before I left filled me with so much joy it hurt. 

I tried to find Don, but he was nowhere to be seen and it was getting closer to when I would have to be out of sight. 

Sobbing, I walked back to where I had found the shimmer. I walked faster before my selfishness got the best of me and I turned and walked the other way.     

“Stop!” Don called from behind me. 

“Don!” I pleaded, if he was here to stop me he was wasting his breath. 

“I thought about it. And you’re right. If you love something, let it go. I hope you do the same Em. I want you to live a happy life, and even though I hate the idea, find someone who will make you happy. I will think about you everyday, you will forever be in my heart."

"I wanted to do a lot of things with you Em. I wanted to marry you and take you home to meet my family who would love you so much, by the way. I wanted you to be the mother of my kids, and the grandmother to their kids and hell even a great grandmother! I wanted to get old with you and live a quiet life, just me and you, sitting on the porch drinking ice tea."

"And we would argue and bicker, but only because we loved each other so much. You will forever be the love of my life, even if I can’t have you. You will be in my dreams every night, until the day I die. And when I die, I hope to find you again in every lifetime, if only just to know you. And even when you’re gone I will look for you in every woman I pass on the street and in the stores."

"You will have my heart now and forever. I love you so much, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” His speech was broken by his cries, but it was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me. 

“I love you Don. I wish I could choose to stay. I wish all those things could come true. You have captured my heart and I fear I will never love the same again. I will never love someone as deeply and as fiercely as I love you. I will never forget your laugh, the way you smile at me, the way you kiss me."

"You have seared yourself into my soul and I will carry you with me through every lifetime. I believe you are my one true love, and I will never find someone who makes me as happy as you do. Don’t think of this as goodbye, but see you again. I will find you, even if it’s only in my dreams. Thank you for coming.” I sobbed as he kissed my cheeks, then my lips. 

The most tender goodbye kiss. One that left me breathless for more but broken hearted at the same time. We stayed wrapped in each other's arms, head pressed together as our breaths mingled. 

I kissed him for the last time. “I love you.” I whispered softly. 

I turned and walked towards the shimmer. I stood in front of the portal as it shone in the sunlight. I didn’t look back, I couldn’t, it would stop me. 

Taking one last breath I stepped forward into the shimmer, before everything went black.

[sotwk]

Hello, you wonderful, thoughtful, sneaky busybody! I’ve read the letter that you snuck into my room—in fact I may have read and reread it until my eyes went crossed. I can hardly believe you took such risks for me, spying on Lord Eomer and taking his private writing—but I’m certainly glad you did.

Grateful as I am, I have another favor to ask of you—though I know you’ll accept gladly, given your love for meddling in other people’s business. I have a letter for Lord Eomer—oh, Bema help me, I knew you’d be insufferably smug about it. Yes, you were right—you’ve been right all along! Are you happy now? 

I know what you’ll ask next, and yes. If you must, you can take a peek—I suppose I owe you that much, since you were the one who brought me his letter in the first place. Just make sure he gets this, won’t you? I won’t be able to rest until he does.

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Lord Eomer,

Last night, my friend gave me a curious gift: a letter, crumpled, torn, and painstakingly pieced back together. A letter written and nearly destroyed by your own hand. I do hope you can forgive her actions—for my part, I have never been more grateful for her meddling.

I was determined Forgive my penmanship. My hands have not stopped shaking since I read your words.

I was determined to speak to you at once. I’d decided to sneak to the Golden Hall and throw pebbles at your window until you awoke. Would you believe that I’d donned my cloak and had a foot out the door, with no thought that midnight had long since passed, when my mother caught me and herded me to bed like an errant foal? Trapped in my room as I was, I resolved to write to you instead.

I slept not at all. 

For months, I have endured the attention of the suitors my parents paraded before me. Foolish man, had you made known even a word of that letter to me, I would have sent them all away without a second thought!

I am—I was resigned to do my duty to my family. But you cannot think I wanted to marry one of those men! If ever I smiled at them, I was thinking of you. If ever I looked attentively at them, I was studying their faces seeking some trace of you. 

I underst  Bema, my quill grows unsteady again. You cannot know what your words have done to me.

I understand your reservations, truly. But I am of a mind with your cousin, that our duties need not rule us entirely. Nor must they be the enemy of our hearts.

Do you recall the midsummer feast last year, when you asked me to dance? We spoke afterwards in the garden below the north balcony. I don’t recall a word of our conversation, for you had kissed the back of my hand when our dance was done and I could think of nothing else. You must have known how your touch would haunt me, how I would drive myself mad with thoughts of how your lips might — 

Bema, I am not myself this morning! But there, you see? I do not cross out words in regret, not when I mean them. 

I will be waiting in that garden tonight, at sundown. If you have the courage to stand by the words you tried so desperately to destroy—if, Bema help me, you are as seized by your passions as you claim—you will meet me there. I make no demands of you. Only that you speak the truth to me, without reservation, as I am doing now. 

Enough of prudence, enough of patience! What good have those miserable words ever done us?

I don't know if you will receive this letter in time (don't know how legible it will be, I have never scrawled so fast in my life), but even with the hour being late, I HAD to write and reassure you that:

I survived reading it, though it got hairy there for a second, my poor heart was not ready.

I delivered the letter.

I did more spy-work and lingered in the halls all morning until I was sure Eomer had returned to his rooms and found it.

I got caught. No, no, not by him, thank Bema. By the other one.

No worries, I handled it. He went all high and mighty, telling me I "should not meddle so much", but he didn't rat me out right there. He went into Eomer's room and chatted with him for a good while. Alas, door was too thick for me to hear a peep. Why are these doors so damn heavy.

I managed to corner him later on, but he wouldn't confirm anything other than that Eomer read your words. I then rushed off to get this note to you, but I'm gonna run back to talk Theodred's ear off until he spills everything. I don't care if he is the Prince. I know for a fact that he meddles as much as I do if not more, that sweet hypocrite.

Please just show up in the garden as you said you would and this would all be worth it I'm sure. I'll meet you on the other side, girl! GO GO GO!!!

Tagging parties who are probably interested in this crazy drama: @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @morethantheycansay @emmanuellececchi @celeluwhenfics

For the other confused readers:

The "Anon" who wrote the gorgeous letter in response to my own "Letter from Eomer" is actually the incredibly talented @scyllas-revenge. It started as a letter writing Ask Game, and is now blowing up into a co-written Eomer x unnamed OC fic.

I've posted my work of Eomer's letter as a ficlet on Ao3 called "A Salvaged Letter", but now I'm probably expanding that into a SMALL multi-part fic. We'll see. Now that I've pulled my beloved Theodred into it, it's hard to resist the urge to write more.

Oh, and the busybody gossipy friend will definitely be an OC self-insert of yours truly. Shamelessly, I'm doing that.

[finniestoncrane]

Hello friend, I hope you are having a wonderful whatever time of day you’re reading this. I come to you with a request, just begging the chance to get something off my chest. Or maybe on my chest as it were.

Harvey Bullock + piss kink.

I can just imagine it starting as an accident, he’s really gotta go but he thinks he can hold it till you’re don- “ope, oh shit, ohhhh… you like that huh? That is NASTY.” He says with a shit eating grin, already plotting ways he can do it again

That is all, k, thanks, bye 💛

Gotham!Bullock x GN!Reader, word count: 1k i'm uh... not shockingly into the idea of him using me so this was good. but yeah, bullock in the back of a cop car learning new things about himself even at his age?? sign me up 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: piss kink, oral sex, slightly public sex, praise kink

As you slid into the backseat of the cop car, you placed a cheek on Harvey's cheek.

"What is it they pay you for exactly, Bullock?"

"To sit here and look pretty. Why are you here?"

You shuffled closer to him, enamoured by the way you were able to tease him so easily, a flustered smile on his face and a soft, red tint to his cheeks already as you ran your hand up his thigh.

"Well, I saw you sitting here, doing your job, looking pretty, and I thought I'd like to join you."

"Yeah? You think I'm not actually busy?"

"Too busy for me?"

Harvey looked out of the windows, right then left, then towards the front of the car. The building he'd been staking out had been quiet, empty all day. And technically he was off-duty, this was a favour to Jim. So he did have time, and he really would prefer to spend it in your company.

"Alright, you got me. Now, how are you going to earn your time with me?"

The flirtatious back and forth was cut short, not to his usual standards, but you could forgive that from him. No time to tease, to beat around the bush. You both knew you were there for one thing only, and neither of you wanted to wait around too much.

"Push that chair forward and I'll show you."

Harvey jumped up, pushing the passenger seat of the car as far forward as it would go, creating enough space for you to sit comfortably in his lap. But instead, you crouched down and squeezed yourself into the space at his feet, looking up at him through your lashes, batting them alluringly as he watched with surprise.

"A treat, for a hard working cop."

Normally, he would have jumped at the chance to have you suck his dick in the back of the car. Semi-public, a little bit dangerous even if he was parked down an alley, and a big "fuck you" to the department. A walk on the wild side for him. But he'd been sitting there for hours, and he was three coffees and two sodas down. So as much as he knew the stiffening was down to the way your fingers were unbuckling his belt and teasing his pants open, the slight tingling was likely caused by something else.

"Uh, sweetheart, before you start, do you think-"

"I thought you didn't have long, Harvey. Look, I'm salivating..."

You pushed your fingers under the fabric and wrapped them around his cock, pulling the length out and stroking it gently as you spoke.

"... are you really going to make me wait any longer?"

That was his downfall, always. He could never say no to you. So he tilted his head from side to side, as though he were literally weighing up the options as they crossed over his mind, and then settled on his decision.

"As if you could stop me."

His thick fingers carded through your hair, stroking it back across the top of your head and settling at the back, holding you close to your scalp as he encouraged you towards his crotch. He was confident in his ability to hold in his need to piss, and the moment your lips touched his tip, he forgot all about it, focused instead on the immediate pleasure.

But the longer your tongue swirled around his head, stroking the length as it lapped, flat and firm, he was increasingly aware of the need bubbling back up again. And it wasn't helped any as you began sucking, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head up and down on his cock.

"Ah... uh... wait... wait..."

You looked up to him, a glint of mischief in your eyes.

"What? You getting close already, Harvey? I've barely done anything!"

He looked down, scowling slightly at you as he brushed off the remark."

"No, I'm not... I just wanna see you stroke it a little. That way I can, uh, see your pretty face."

You knew he was lying, and you wondered why but couldn't settle on any concrete reason. Besides, the compliment was swirling through your mind, and you were keen to get back to pleasuring him. The soft sighs of pleasure he made drove you wild, and you wanted more.

With your palm firm against his shaft, fingers circling the lenght, you began pumping at his cock, watching the foreskin pull back from his glistening tip, sticky with your saliva and his precum. You could feel a pulsing in the veins, all of him twitching, and you prepared yourself for his release, surprised that he was that close after all. But as you looked up at him, smiling in anticipation, you saw a look of concern on his face.

A sudden stream burst forth, the yellow liquid hitting your chest, droplets splashing gainst your face. You were warm, covered in it, and wearing a look of complete surprise as Harvey sat there completely still, erect cock bobbing as the last droplets eased out of the slit in his tip.

"Fuck..."

"Harvey!"

He looked down at you, terrified of your reaction, completely embarrassed. The floor of the car was covered, but that could be blamed on any miscreant passengers. You, however, were soaking in his piss, and his shoes were wet through with it.

You had every right to scream at him, or, at the very least, be annoyed. And still, as he prepared for you to scold him, he couldn't help but keep his eyes focused on your chest. Clothes, soaking wet and sticking to your skin. The brief glimpses of your body he could see past the loose buttons on your shirt glistening with his piss.

"I'll apologise later, sweetheart. But... could you keep going for now?"

Grinning, you wrapped your hand around his wet, warm cock once more. The sweet, sickly smell of his urine surrounded you, and you hoped he had more for you. You felt so dirty, marked by him. If he could just give you a little bit more of himself, then you'd feel pretty confident walking back to your apartment, embarrassed, aroused, and smelling of him.

[dodorimo]

WIP Wednesday

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WIP - Do not call Raphael old (or maybe do that)

Eirin adjusted the hood around her head, looking both ways before crossing the street. Failure to pay attention in a place like this meant she would end up with a lighter purse and a knife to her throat. It was a rainy, ugly night. The kind that would make the average person stay at home with the windows well closed and the doors safely locked.

Her latest deal with Raphael involved trading a magicked skull for an item that increases one’s vitality. The idea of keeping secrets from her party didn’t make her proud, but guaranteeing their survival took priority. They would forgive her, eventually. If it was any consolation, she never intended to give Raphael his much-coveted crown, even though she wasn’t above dealing with him on more agreeable terms. She prepared herself for the worse, but he was all too happy to oblige. Perhaps a little too happy.

Raphael was sitting in the far corner of the bar, with Korilla at his side, when she entered the room. It took only a second to recognize them, standing out from the crowd like a flower among thorns. Quite an unglamorous place he chose this time, she noted with a cursory glance. Not his usual scene, she’d wager, but it served its purpose.

The discreet bag was unceremoniously dropped onto the table with a thud. She went through quite a deal of trouble at Lady Jannath's estate to acquire that skull, and quite some more to keep it under control. Part of her was beginning to think the reward wasn't on par with the effort.

Raphael donned a black-and-red doublet that night, every inch of him a prince. Looking at the devil always brought a mix of fascination and uneasiness. His teeth were too white, his hair so shiny it could as well have been polished with varnish. But she supposed there was a purpose to it, all part of his meticulously crafted appeal.

“If you would be so kind, Korilla dear.” Raphael’s velvety baritone cut through the silence.

“As you wish, boss.”

The dwarven woman didn’t give her time to dwell on her thoughts. She gave her a look of disapproval, frowned, then stood up from her seat and took the bag with her down a dark hallway. If Raphael noticed the waves of jealousy radiating from his esteemed help, he didn’t comment on it.

“Tav, Tav, Tav. How can I be of further assistance? Can I interest you in a good wine to wash the palate?” He waved to the barkeep, and the man filled her a glass and slid it across the counter in record time. “This one is twelve years in the making, half your age, if I recall correctly.”

“That depends,” she answered, ignoring his prattle. “Do you have anything else in store for me?”

“So quick to change the subject.” He gave his best winning smile. Destined to warm hearts and make tongues wag. She was almost ashamed to admit she wasn’t exactly unaffected by it. “You know what they say.” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “After business comes pleasure.”

A manicured brow went up to her hairline. “Not for me. I work around the clock.”

“What would convince you, then? To partake in a singular moment of bliss?” he said, placing a hand on her knee under the table.

Eirin flinched but didn't move. To an unassuming witness, the touch was no more than friendly banter, his fingers barely touching her skin, but she knew better.

His bold proposal didn't come out of nowhere. She wasn't ignorant of the way his eyes followed her around the room, the slew of backhanded compliments, and the double entendres he slipped in here and there. The question was why here and why now.

She chose silence instead of answering, swirling the liquid in the glass, before giving it a good try. Bold, with a note of sweetness. Must be his favorite.

“No disrespect to the good vintages, they have their uses, but I prefer something a little… fresher?”

That did the trick. He reclined back in his seat with his arms by his side, all mirth and warmth vanishing from his face. “Is that so?”

The wine must have made her more daring or she just liked the way his face turned sour a little too much, because suddenly, she couldn't shut up. “You fiends are all talk. I’d rather try my luck with the town drunk.”

[trigunwritings]

Hi! Thanks for your quick reply and sorry again for bothering you if I did 🙈🙈

I’d like to ask for a afab!reader x vash nsfw (can be whatever format you’d prefer it to write in) where reader is very bubbly, cute and friendly in daily life, and overall personality is also kinda similar to him, but when they have sex the first time, it turns out she’s kinda more of a soft don with him. Can be Vash’s reactions to this, or just a nsfw fic, whatever you’d prefer. Thanks! ❤️ Vash is such a bbgirl that he opened a new side of me unknown to myself 🤭

A lot can be said about a person when nobody is looking at them.

In the quiet moments of solace—far from the eyes of friends and strangers alike—the mask of expectation can finally fall away. Secrets, insecurities, even fears are left bare and raw beneath the burning suns, with the hope that they too will one day be swallowed by the sands like the person within which they reside.

Everyone has a skeleton in their closet or a past they’d sooner like to forget, and Vash the Stampede—a man who one might mistake as a childish, gullible fool upon meeting him—is by far no exception. The mask he wears is as heavy as iron and nearly impossible to break.

He’d sooner be on the edge of death than to admit for even a moment that things weren’t okay, that he couldn’t uphold a promise or make things better for someone else.

He who refuses to kill, and yet is burdened by the deaths of thousands, can never truly remove the mask he wears; but there are times that you get close to seeing the true face of Vash, even if they are rare and fleeting, sometimes muddled by the taste of alcohol as it lingers on your tongue by morning.

But it is worth it. You understand what it feels like to hold up the weight of all the emotions that constantly threaten to strangle your heart, to put up a front and smile despite the stress and fear alike.

Happiness is not innate, but instead it is a struggle to keep.

And so it means all the more to see the man like this: layers of insecurity and guilt peeled away to reveal the raw emotions of a man who wants nothing more than to love and be loved in return. You kneel over him, one hand carefully pinning his wrists above his head, the other stroking a nonsensical pattern over the scarred expanse of his lower stomach.

“Please…” is all Vash can whisper. His face is rosy and his eyes shine brilliantly beneath the soft glow of the moon—made worse by the tears welling up in them as he looks at you. Not tears of pain or fear, but of want. A want for your touch, your praise, your forgiveness for the sins that you have no authority to give and yet you give it anyway.

Fingertips skim across his belly once more before finally allowing him the pleasure of your touch where he craves it the most, cock hard and aching from the moment you had pinned him down in this forgotten corner of an old inn. The roof and windows are broken, but it’s plenty good enough to shield the two of you from the hard gusts of sand-laden wind that kick up at night.

Besides, the stream of moonlight across the man’s face is beautiful enough to make it worth it. How his back arches and his hips shift, trying to hurry your languid pace.

“No,” is all you say in response, soft and sweet despite the fact that it is the third time over you’d kept Vash from reaching his climax. “Not yet. A little more for me, okay?”

Some of it is from pure selfishness. You love to see the man want you, need you, beg for you. There’s a sense of exhilaration in making him whimper and beg for release, a high no drug can mimic. Love? Lust? Perhaps both, maybe neither. Maybe everything all at once.

But there is also an aspect of compassion in the act, since you know Vash finds some genuine emotional catharsis in being, if only for a moment, completely beneath the will of another person. He doesn’t have to be anything in these moments of intimacy with you; he is not Vash the Stampede, not the Humanoid Typhoon, not anything at all—

Just a man, raw and vulnerable, who cries so softly for your touch.

[danganronpafan777]

Teruya Otori x Reader Comfort

A/n: Things haven’t been going great, and I had a pretty shitty day. Decided to write this since Teruya is my favorite character, and I wish I could help brighten someone else’s day. Idk, I hate how this turned out and might delete it later.

Welcome to part 4 of ideas that no one asked for; under the cut for depressing themes

"...Y/n?"

At the sound of your name, you approached the door. It was a tiring day. Every day just felt like an opportunity to prove your worth by being useful, and every day, you failed. A part of you yearned for company, while another just wanted to be left alone with your thoughts. 

They knocked at the door. You were snapped out of your thoughts and opened the door. 

You recognized the voice of course, he was your boyfriend after all. 

"Yeah, Teruya?"

Teruya held his hand behind his back and looked up at you with his green eyes that never failed to make you swoon. However, his mouth seemed to twitch, and his eyes seemed to scan you before he finally spoke,

"...Is everything okay?"

"...?"

Everything was fine. That's what you told yourself. That's how you got through every day. That's how you got through the tears and the stress. That's how you got past your sob story that no one would care to hear.

"I'm fine."

Teruya continued to stare at you. He blinked a few times before asking again,

"..A-Are ya sure? Ya seemed a lil'... off today." 

Huh... no one else seemed to have cared. So why did he? Why would someone as kind as him ever like you?

"I'm alright, what about you?"

"...I wanna talk 'bout you." 

"What about me?"

You were beginning to feel irritated. Why was he wasting his time with you? Teruya was the heir to a giant company, and loved his job just as much as he loved his friends. Why was he throwing it away for you?

Teruya was hesitant in his response, instead using his hand to open the door a bit more. Now the two of you were completely face to face. 

"..."

"..."

"Y/n, can I hold your hand?"

You were confused, but slowly held your hand out. Teruya took it, curling his fingers around your hand.

"What's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong, Teruya."

"...You're not happy right now. And I want you to be happy Y/n."

"It's not that simple."

"I-I know...but... whenever I was sad, my pops would always stay with me and bring me som' candy, and it always made meh feel betta. So I wanna do the same fo' you!"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his expense as he brought out your favorite treats, placing them on a nearby table. He was sweet. It was only natural that he'd pity someone like you.

"I don' pity yah! I love you, Y/n!" He cried. Did you say that out loud? How stupid were-

Your thoughts were interrupted as your boyfriend threw his arms around you. Teruya nuzzled into your shoulder, the same way you would nuzzle his neck whenever you teased him. 

Was he crying too? You'd never forgive yourself if you made him cry.

"I love ya, Y/n... and I'm here for you. I jus' wan' ya to know dat..."

"....why?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you here for me? Don't you have better things to do?"

"...There's nothing more importan' than you, Y/n."

What isn't more important than you? What did he even see in you? Couldn't he see that..

"...I'm worthless." The words slipped out. You didn't even bother to stop them. It was like you wanted to say it but hated yourself for it after. Just like every other goddamn thing you did in your life.

"N-No! You're.. you're not worthless, Y/n... Why would you think that?? I- I love ya! S-So much! I think about ya every day and I don' kno' wha'd I'd do without ya!" Teruya cried, looking back up at you and holding you tighter. His words made you feel nothing but numb.

"..."

"...Y/n... have I evah told you how proud I am of ya? I'm thankful for every day I spend with ya, and our whole class wouldn't be happy without ya! W-We all love you, Y/n. I know it's hard righ' now, but I kno' you'll get through it! I'm here for you. Every step of the way." Teruya's fingers fiddled a bit with your own. He kept eye contact, even as his face was coated in a light blush.

Your eyes burned a bit with tears, but you just held him and didn't let go. The two of you sat like that for a while, and you began to tell him about your day. He stayed quiet through your rant, rubbing your back and giving your hand a small squeeze every few minutes.

Whether you knew it or not, you were everything to him. Even if you thought the world was against you, he was always by your side. Even if the world thought of you as one person, to him you were the world.

Art by @hydrabeebers on Pinterest

[throne-for-queens]

"his daughter's pregnancy was a result of FWB." I'd like to add more context about this, if u don't mind. Just to figure out the reason behind his current artistic choices... The truth, to his own admission, he was a total douche bag with Her the first 5 months. I believe he would probably still have managed to have those romantic/friendly moments while she was pregnant if he didn't treat her like nothing, when all she did before was to feed him, shelter him and be a good emotional friend and a good intimate lover.. I am not saying all of this to add more guilt, I am not blaming him for anything really, HE IS/ WAS/ WILL always BE AN AMAZING DAD! He's really the best dada ever! And making him feel guilty seems like his current partner fave hobby, not mine for sure! I know he was scared and terrified at first (just like a 19 yo pregnant girl must have been). His actions are understandable at first, well to a point, thank goodness he at least came back to his senses!

WELLLLL. Him and his BM, despite officially being just FWB, always used to have their lil' friends dates. Eventually even after the babys birth, in 2010, allegedly... "OG fans" hear her voice on older removed Kellyvisions shot in 2010. These friends dates would sometimes include Dub, Slim and her best friend too. AFTER they had to leave the apartment him & Slim shared, they started hanging together in Ash's mom basement too. But also, they also used to have their outings alone too, just the two of them. They did more than just sleep together, they bonded over a lot, we know for sure over sharing the same musical taste and the same/ similar political, moral, philosophical views. So, while she was not being busy working and studying and while he was not working for Red Bull and or writing/ recording/ performing, if he only didn't mess the first 5 months up, they probably could have spent the summer of '09 together, sunbathing with the belly in Put in Bay, dipping feet in lake Erie, swimming in Beachwood water park, going to summer fairs together, riding ferris wheels, window shopping at thrifty vintage shops and going to many other places they enjoyed. But it never happened, I suppose, judging from how much he looks like he needed "🤰👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨" in LR music video. Well, he also tweeted, soon after his daughter was born, he wished his baby mama was actually deep down cool with him, not just on the surface. Or something like that. And he also agreed with Rover (he's always so honest & fully transparent with him! 😭) when the interviewer said his BM must be pissed for how he acted at first but now she chooses to make it work for the sake of the child. (That is the same interview he opened up about a miscarriage 😢).

But can anybody really blame her? We know she was kind and forgiving enough to allow him back in her life and he must have been around her towards the end of the pregnancy term, enough to know her snacks/her chocolate(?) pregnancy cravings (i wish i could remember this interview were he hinted at it, it was '10/'11 🍫🍫). She was also gracious enough to allow him to be next to her in the delivery room while pushing the baby out. The source of the delivery room chronicles is in Power 106 Los Angeles radio where we really got to see, maybe for the first time ever, his Don Blonde 👼🏼/ El Diablo 😈 sides &... not the radio hosts giving him a Japanese Snake aphrodisiac and joking about him knock up a Latina in their elevator🤣 They threw the whole damn tree. Multiple trees. Every tree known. Forget a shade!

Btw, I have no idea if they actually ever went before to those places I listed in CLE. I guess these were the go-to places at the time. All I know about him is from what he chose to share to the public. Anyways, I have my own LITTLE theory. I 🔮believe🔮he worked at Bed Bath and Beyond JUST to win her over. It's a theory. Just a theory. Just a theory. Would make more sense if we had proof she ever worked there too but there is no chance that will ever happen. That's OK tho, not the tiniest bit mad about it. Well, He's the type who'd totally take an odd job (for a new rapper), put his ego and pride to the side, just to win somebody back. I mean, at least I can see that. he was also the same person cracking jokes in the delivery room just to cheer her up (source: always the same old Power 106 Los Angeles interview👼🏼/😈). The BB&B job must have been in time frame between Chipotle job (the same sketchy Chipotle where they found a body at, years later😱) and the Red Bull job Ashleigh managed to find him. Btw, the source of him working at BB&B is the interview for Tommy's Lee wife (Britney/Britanny) 2019 Worst Firsts Podcast where he was invited as a guest. I know he usually always says he was fired from Chitpole, and that was his last job but I think he quit on his own (or was actually Indeed fired) just to PURPOSEFULLY go through a two week of training to work at BB&B 🛀l.

SORRY FOR THE LONG ASS COMMENT. If you ignore it, there's no problem. I'm OK with it. Take all the time you need, if you even wanted to address this or post it in the first place. byebye.

Definitely not ignoring, I was trying to find some of the videos you're referencing, but it's so hard to find anything pre Megan without google bringing her up. He's always mentioned how level headed and cool Casie's mother is, and I believe she was heading to college while he was still in high school so her maturity towards the pregnancy tracks.

[azazraelz]

Lucky Number Seven

Wooo first post! Anyways, I couldn’t find any fan fiction of Ghost x male reader that appealed to what I wanted and were long enough, so I’m making my own. Your name that your character goes by at first is Angel, you will find out why later in the story. This will be an ongoing fic so I’ll update as often as I can. This is an informational post as well as the start to the story. You join task force 141 at the beginning of the campaign. You are a special operations soldier from the marines, trained in hand to hand combat as a teen. This isn’t going to follow the story of the campaign though, rather some side missions and stories that aren’t in the game. People just call you Seven (that’s your code name). Every chapter will have a trigger warning pertaining to what shows, whether it be violence, cursing, anything along those lines. Darker topics will be in red. This is for male/masc readers only so please so she/her or she/theys interact with this. So anyways, on with the fic!!

TW: death, cursing, somewhat extreme(?) violence, suicide (not super detailed but still there)

Part 1

Always simple, stupid, too naive, that’s what they always said. My lack of street smarts always causes trouble for my adoptive family, yet they still love me. Though I don’t think this time they’re going to forgive my mistakes. I should have known to stay away from those men, the biggest gang in my small town of mostly Hispanic families, but I didn’t. I couldn’t tell! They were so kind, took me in and said they would protect me, for a cost. I said I couldn’t pay it and thanked them for the offer. They didn’t take it lightly.

The blood, there was so much blood. I never knew how much of it there was in his body. I didn’t realize how fast it flows, how hard it is to stop it once it starts to come out of places it shouldn’t. When he told me to come to his side, I didn’t know that would be where he says his last words. My brother, my favorite person, he died in my arms while telling ME everything is ok. I couldn’t do anything to stop it, the gunfire wouldn’t cease and I had no escape. I tried pulling him to safety before he passed, but was yanked away from him before I could start dragging him. The military. I screamed, cried, tried to pull away, anything to get back to my brothers body, I couldn’t just leave him there. Well they had other plans.

When I was finally safe, I couldn’t bring myself to return to my family. So I ran away. Spent my days hiding and keeping active, only traveling at night. Something changed in me that night, for the better. I became wiser, grew the fuck up and acted my age instead of the sheltered child I was. I turned to parties for entertainment and social time during the night, and eventually found an off the books job at the ripe age of 17. Then that’s when I met him, a marines recruiter. He told me to come to him when I’m 18 if I’m interested in joining, and that’s exactly what I did. My name is Angel, no longer is it y/n. I don my mask to hide my identity, and I put up my walls. Cliche? Maybe, but I refuse to let myself get close to anyone, because eventually they will die, and they will not be my problem.

“Angel…Soap, keep your head in the game, this is a capture or kill. We need Almagro alive for questioning but his gang will do anything for him, they will aim to kill. You have kill rights if need be, but avoid it if possible, now move.” Ghost’s commanding voice rips through the silence of the aircraft carrying the three men towards their destination, only stopping to let them out before taking off. The cover of night and the fog keep the aircraft out of sight, for now, but there’s no telling if that will be the case if they need air support. Angel follows behind Soap and Ghost, watching behind them through the thick fog to make sure no one sneaks up on them, only turning his attention away when his shoulder is grabbed by Soap.

“Be careful, these guys don’t mess around.” His thick accent making him slightly grin under his mask. Angel has been with task force 141 for about a month now and has gotten pretty close with Soap and Price, he even started getting to know Alejandro, bonding over their common knowledge of Spanish. The sound of the door creaking open pulls him away from his thoughts and he pulls his gun back up, being the first one to enter the building. It’s a warehouse but it feels like a maze with how much stuff it has in it.

“Take a look at this, drugs, guns, and money.” Angel points into a small room while whispering. He’s noticing everything is quiet, too quiet. That’s when he finds it. A room with four chairs in a circle facing each other, dripping with coagulated blood. The smell of iron is so strong it stings his eyes. He walks further into the dark room, his boots hitting against something soft on the floor, and when he looks down, his expression softens for only a moment. A body with a piece of paper on it. He looks back to see if Soap or Ghost are there before picking up the note.

“It’s all in Chinese, I don’t speak-“ A sharp pain in his spine causing Angel to let out a cry of pain before he’s yanked by his hair and tossed to the ground. He was kicked in the back by someone much stronger than he. He tries to shoot but the weapon is pulled out of his hands, luckily he took Ghost’s advice and carries multiple knives on him. The assailant gets on top of him, reaching for his throat, but Angel is faster. He grabs a knife and stabs it through the man’s hand before trying to shove him off, the man wailing in pain before walloping punch after punch onto Angel. He does his best to block them but a few connect with his face and ribs. An abrupt searing pain in his upper arm causes him to let out his own scream of pain which finally alerts his teammates. Ghost and Soap rush into the room, Ghost taking the man out with a M9 pistol before the two approach Angel who has sat up, holding his hand to the knife sticking out of his upper arm.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Let’s just check who that was and get out of here.” Angel says before yanking the knife out to the protests of his two teammates. Soap seems concerned but listens, checking out who the attacker was. Not Almagro. While Soap and Ghost discuss further plans, Angel wraps the wound up with a bandana he had in his pocket before standing up, stumbling. His vision fades out but he doesn’t collapse, he stays standing. Shaking it off, Angel walks with the two, scouring each room until they find who they were searching for, taking him into custody and escorting him back to the plane that brought them here. It’s still awfully quiet, but they aren’t going to complain if things are going right. Angel slowly trudges along, slowly falling behind the two. He’s lost a lot of blood already and is turning pale, but he continues on until they get back. Once they’re in the plane, he sits down and immediately loses consciousness, only rousing to the sound of the plane landing. Surprisingly, Ghost helps Angel up and brings him to the medic, but he doesn’t leave right away. Ghost stays in the doorway, watching, waiting, making sure everything goes right and only leaving when forcibly removed. Angel was too hopped up on painkillers to even notice the worried look in Ghosts eyes as he walked away.

[twst-drabbles]

Dire 4

Summary: This small island within the realm of Asgard was once sorry sight. A remnant of you old home shouldn’t look like this. Rest as much as you like, dear Valkyrie, for Dire will wait and prepare for as long as needed until you open your eyes.

(This was supposed to be part of Dire 3 but it got too long and I had to split it up. Also listen to Epic Poem to Sacred Death to figure out what mood those two drabbles have.)

This field you and Dire were in was once barren. Wiped clean, as though even the plant life itself was considered unfit for this new world. It was an ugly thing to Dire and he’s more than sure that you would think the same, but you weren’t awake.

This island was all that’s left of what was once considered home. Look at how wretched it was, with not a single thing beyond soil to remind him that your world was lost. That it was wrong. That it had to be wiped clean so it could be better.

The island’s place here, in Asgard, it may as well be nothing more than a memorial. A reminder of your worlds past failings. Of his home’s disgrace.

And yet…

The both of you arrived here, practically in one piece, and only he woke up. Gods like you can’t die, only fade. The fact you were merely asleep meant that there’s a chance of your awakening, that you might someday greet him as you once did when he was nothing more than a bird by your side.

Perhaps Dire should consider himself lucky that you didn’t have to witness what this land had become. Perhaps he should be thanking fate and the grace of time that he was able to bring new life to it. Dire wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if the first thing you witnessed was a burnt floating clump of soil.

Right now, you rest in a small home that he built, within a plush bed that you always craved but never dared say. You always wanted to experience the simple joys of a mortal, didn’t you? To be able to sleep in, to take off your chipped armor and spend the hours away sharpening your weapon as you wait for your food to stop cooking. To be able to recline in a bed that embraced you back.

See, all of these simple joys are waiting for you, dear. All you have to do is wake up. Wake up and enjoy what duty would never give you. What his previous, weaker self couldn’t give you besides guiding you to a most beautiful flower field.

A flower field, of course he must give that to you too. And this one was of his own making. Each flower you will see, all of them he grew with his very own hand. A bird with a flight of fancy streak he no longer is. He can do more than just follow you around now.

Dire has faith that you will wake up. He has no choice but to hold it dear to his heart. When the day comes, will he curse fate for making him wait for so long?

“As usual, your fashion sense never changes, but, I can’t say it’s unfitting.” A laugh, right there on his doorstep.

Or will he thank it for finally waking you up?

“As if yours is any better, always donning that heavy armor of yours. Do you ever change?” A waver than a hitch in pitch.

Well, only time will tell.

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Mutual Desire - Chapter 54

*Warning - Adult Content*

There had to be a way for Damien Clarke to convince Alexander Nabokov without having to offer him his body. 

Damien was convinced that there was another solution hiding somewhere, ready to be discovered. 

Maybe he was just being naive or a little too optimistic but hope was a powerful tool capable of convincing everyone that everything was possible, even the most unimaginable things. 

Damien was convinced that he could find a common ground with Nabokov. 

Sex was certainly not the exclusive thing that could be offered.

"Sorry, Nick. I'm kidding," Damien hurried eagerly saying, the words escaping uncontrollably.

Never in his life had Damien wanted to take back words said as it was the case right now. 

Granted, he had managed to convince himself that there was another way to get through Nabokov's degrading offer but he intended to positively confirm it was indeed the case before letting Nick know and not the other way around. 

If for any reason, Damien was unable to find this ‘other way’ then he would have given Nick false hopes and Nick would never forgive him for that and with good reason. 

To say that his software wasn't chosen and then to retract was one thing but to do the direct opposite was simply cruel on his part.

"What?" Nick exclaimed, his eyes finally meeting Damien's.

Damien had no way of going back on his words or pretend not to have said anything since he knew that Nick had heard him right.

"I was joking. Alexander, I mean Mr Nabokov has chosen your software," Damien says with a hesitant smile that wasn't really one.

Damien had no idea know why he had lied. 

Well, technically it wasn't a lie as such because Nabokov had indeed said that he would choose Nick's software but on the condition that Damien prostituted himself for one night. 

Damien was aware that he had just dug his own grave. 

He was completely ambushed now because he had no intention of accepting Nabokov's offer which automatically made Nick's dream impossible to come true and he had no other solution in mind for the software to be chosen without needing to spread his legs for Nabokov. 

The man had made it clear to him that he wanted that and only that from him. 

And despite this clear and concise message from Nabokov, Damien managed to be convinced that there was another way to make the billionaire man listen to reason or to put another proposal on the table. 

It was hard to say whether Damien was simply naive or just delusional to the point of persuading himself of things without concrete evidence. 

Nick stared at Damien for a moment, trying to comprehend what his best friend had just said to him.

"You bastard," Nick let out with a broad smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement and amazement.

 At least Nick wasn't angry at Damien's involuntary ‘joke’. 

On the contrary, his face shone like thousand of lights, giving Damien exactly what he wanted but also a twinge in his heart because it wasn't deserved.

"Seriously? Did he really choose the antivirus?" Nick said, excited like a child on Christmas.

What a trick question. 

The answer of course depended on a certain response to a certain proposition. 

Damien tried not to appear uncomfortable but he was probably unsuccessful at that.

"Um, yes, he said that the changes made were good and, yeah."

Inexplicable joy on Nick's face was the only thing that prevented Damien from retracting and confessing the whole truth.

"Wow, man! I don"t know what to say."

Nick's joy only increased Damien's overwhelming guilt by a notch.

"Thanks, Dam. It's all thanks to you."

If Nick knew what these words were doing to Damien, he would quickly take them back so he wouldn't participate in his best friend's torture even more so. 

The two friends shook hands and knocked their fists together, doing their signature hand gesture they have since high school.

"We're celebrating and getting hammered tonight!"

Damien knew that he was going to need an excessive amount of alcohol to forget this shitty day. 

A day that wasn't ready to end because although Damien only wanted to go home, he had unfinished business to settle with Nabokov who awaited a response to his sexual proposal. 

He hadn't intended going, as that would only have made Nabokov's completely degrading sexual offer seem normal. 

But now Damien had no other choice, since he needed to discuss the other ‘means’ with Nabokov to reverse the decision. 

Damien had gotten himself in some deep shit where he risked losing his best friend. 

He really needed to speak with Nabokov. 

Fortunately for Damien, Nick seemed to be stuck in some kind of unicorn and rainbow world to further question him about his conversation with Nabokov and Damien didn't give him the chance either, telling him that he was going to ‘get something to eat’. 

It was obviously a lie because Damien had no appetite. 

He just desperately wanted to get out of the office and be left alone for a moment.

Damien Clarke  took a moment before opening the message, as a sudden thought crossed his mind. 

How did Alexander Nabokov manage to text him if he had blocked the man in his contacts? 

Come to think of it, that question was a dumb one, since Nabokov had proven time and time again that there was nothing he couldn't do when he wanted something. 

Damien opened the message, his heart"s pump pumping irregularly.

[I'm back in my office. I'm waiting for you.]

Damien re-read the message a dozen times as if it would change with each re-reading. 

Now he had to find a pretext to go to see Nabokov in his office without Nick suspecting anything. 

Maybe pretending to make a phone call would do the trick. 

That's exactly what Damien did and Nick, too busy wandering about that report he needed to do had barely looked at Damien, letting out a sound that made Damien think he had heard him or at least some of what he had said. 

In a two-minute walk, Damien arrived in front of the large office of Nabokov's secretary who greeted him with a big smile and invited him to enter without Damien having to say a word.

Damien began to wonder if she was aware of the nature of his ‘relationship’ with Nabokov. 

Pushing these thoughts aside, Damien entered Nabokov's office without even knocking. 

He could have stayed outside the door for minutes just to prepare for his conversation with Nabokov but with the receptionist who was a few meters away, Damien rejected the idea. 

When he entered, Damien's gaze immediately landed to the back where Nabokov was. 

The billionaire had his back facing Damien, standing in front of a large window that gave a superb view of Manhattan. 

He was speaking but Damien was unable to pinpoint what he was saying since he was too far away. 

He didn't have a phone on his ear, his Bluetooth device hanging on his left ear while his arms were crossed. 

Damien thoroughly observed him from head to toe, admiring his muscular back and buttocks that his pants, surely custom-made, highlighted well. 

Damien suddenly emerged from his admiration of Nabokov when Nabokov slightly turned for the first time, throwing at Damien his signature impassive look and then turning right away back to the beautiful view as if Damien's presence was insignificant to him. 

Damien hardly took it personal, since not having Nabokov's attention was what he wanted. 

He then decided to take advantage of Nabokov's inattention on him to have a more in-depth look at the man's office which impressed Damien by its simplicity which remained, despite the flagrant luxury. 

Damien was completely lost in his disordered thoughts, analyzing Nabokov's office with meticulousness and fascination. 

He let his thoughts wander, thinking of everything and nothing. 

Then a painting captured his attention. 

It was a simple drawing of a lake with a mountain in the background. 

The painting wasn't anything special but the details that the creator had put on its creation impressed Damien who couldn't help but to observe the art. 

It is surely due to this that Damien hardly noticed that Nabokov had step forward, facing him, a few meters from him, his gray gaze on him. 

Always that unreadable stare. Damien's heart restated its uncontrollable beating. Nabokov wasn't very close but he wasn't very far. 

He was just close enough to Damien that he wouldn't be having a heart attack at any moment. 

The Russian man was staring at Damien and he couldn't look away because Nabokov's eyes hypnotized him. 

This man haunted him and Damien was fully aware of it. 

Damien didn't know how he should approach the conversation considering the explosive and emotional way that the recent discussion between him and Nabokov had ended. 

Nabokov with his unreadable expression gave the impression that he was no longer upset. 

It was evidently a good thing but it still didn't encourage Damien to be the one to start the discussion, when doing so was in his best interest. 

Damien just didn't know what to say, though he knew exactly what Nabokov expected of him. 

The man demanded an answer to his proposal, an answer that Damien had but for some inexplicable reason was unable to formulate it. 

It was as if Damien had forgotten that he had a mouth that he could use to speak. 

He had become mute, as if before him, an incredible event was happening on which left him speechless.

[briamichellewrites]

45

Mike was in Manhattan with Bria. She was invited to speak about her experience with sexual assault. He joined her because she wasn’t ready to fly by herself. It took them a while to find the building because they were unfamiliar with the city. The address they were given was One Police Plaza. They went to the front desk, where a woman came over to them and asked if she could help them. They had a meeting with Captain Cragen, and she would bring them over to him.

Bria introduced herself and her brother-in-law, Mike. Once introductions were made, they were invited to sit down. Captain Don Cragen assured them that their conversation was confidential and that their information would not be shared with the media. They thanked him. They were then asked if they needed anything, to which they replied no, thank you. Bria then placed her purse on the empty seat beside her.

“My mom raised me to be a lady

And I never kiss and tell.”

Bradford found a demo that Bria made of a song she wrote. He shared it with Dave, Rob, Joe, and Chester. The song was about not compromising her morals and expressed her strict policy against being sexualized, as it was something she was not comfortable with. Bria and Mike were in New York to give a talk to the NYPD about her experience with sexual assault.

He accompanied her because she didn't feel comfortable going alone. How was she doing? It varied from moment to moment. A few days earlier, she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. She was on medication and was receiving treatment once a week. This diagnosis provided insight into why she was experiencing difficulties, and it also helped him and Mike understand her erratic behavior. At times, they suspected she might be using drugs again because her behavior was not normal.

What did that mean? She was unusually cheerful. Mike told him that she could sleep for four hours and not be tired. What did “unusually cheerful” mean? Dave took a moment to think of how to describe it before speaking."

"It means being unusually happy and energetic. I'm trying to think of an example. It's four in the morning, and she wakes Mike up because she just wrote a new song and she wants him to listen to it. She is just super excited and can't wait. The first time we noticed it, we suspected she was on something because she was just super energetic. We searched her room and purse—after getting her permission—but we didn't find anything. Once you see it, you suspect she's using drugs again."

When they learned more about mania, they realized that's what it was. Mania could be mistaken for drug use. Mike called it a "sober high" because that's what it reminded him of. Didn't her father have bipolar disorder? Yes, he did. He was hospitalized for suicidal ideation. Everything he knew about the situation was what Mike told him.

Her mother found out that he had stopped taking his medication, but she had no idea. He was put back on his medication, but it was unclear whether it helped. They were on their way home from the hospital when they were hit by a car. Sadly, that was the accident that killed them.

"They were struck by a driver fleeing from the police. Their car ignited, and both sustained serious burns. They were hospitalized for an unknown period of time before passing away. Bria's diagnosis is probably genetic. Her father wasn't diagnosed until he was in his forties."

"They were in the wrong place at the wrong time," Bradford said.

“Yeah, it’s poetically ironic. His hospitalization was intended to save his life, but he ended up losing it when he least expected.”

That was the definition of irony: Bria didn't grieve until she got to rehab. She only visited them at the hospital once. All the other times, she was high on heroin. She beat herself up for not being there for them before they died. It took a long time for her to forgive herself.

Bria was emotionally drained. When they got back to the hotel room, Mike asked if he could hug her.

"Yeah," she replied.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. To say he was proud of her was an understatement. She did an amazing job talking about a really tough subject. Mike then asked if she wanted to go out to dinner or order room service. She wanted to order room service, so she grabbed the menu and sat down to look through it.

I'm so exhausted. Mike and I have decided to stay for two more days to explore the city as tourists. Can I message you later when I'm not about to fall asleep? – Bria

Of course, take your time. I'm here when you're ready to talk. - Brad

She put her phone back on the table after reading his reply. Everything looked delicious! It was hard to choose. Mike let her take her time looking through the different options. She ordered gluten-free pasta with a diet Coke. That sounded good. After she ate, she was going to take a bath. He might need to make sure she didn’t fall asleep.

He would sit and keep her company. Who was she talking to? Brad. He was just making sure she made it to New York. Ever since she returned from rehab, he was there helping her out. He wanted to make her his girlfriend, but not until she was ready. Until then, he was happy being her friend. Jason informed her that he was dating a guy he met through another guy from one of his classes. His name was Jack. He let him know before they got serious that he was married.

He and his wife were in an open marriage. Jack asked him questions about why they had that arrangement. He was gay, even though he was in love with his wife. Did she know? Oh, yeah. She was one of the first people he told. How did he meet her? Her family was friends with his family. They grew up together.

Their parents always joked about her marrying either him or his brother. They were one hundred percent honest with each other. Where was she? She was back home in LA. He pulled up a picture of her on his phone and showed it to him. He was gay, though he had to admit she was gorgeous! If he saw her on the street, he would have to take a second look. Jason agreed. She was more beautiful in real life, both in looks and personality.

Bria felt relaxed as she soaked in the warm water and bubbles. Mike brought in a chair for her because sitting on the floor was not comfortable. The bathtub was huge, about the size of the one she had at home. She felt like a child in a Jacuzzi, and Mike laughed. She tied her hair up into a bun to keep it from getting wet.

“I just realised that if you and Dave get married, he will be my brother-in-law.”

“We might have to separate you two”, he joked.

“Or keep him from kidnapping Princess.”

He chuckled. They weren't ready to discuss marriage yet, but he knew it would happen eventually. Dave had expressed his desire to spend the rest of his life with him, and he could picture them raising children together through adoption or surrogacy.

He imagined his parents would be delighted to have grandchildren to spoil, and he could picture Muto being strict yet loving, just like he was as a father. It was easy to picture him playing on the floor with their children. Perhaps they would get engaged in a year or two.

She used the water to wash her face, finding solace in its embrace. How was she feeling? She could have stayed in there forever. He chuckled once more. After half an hour, she emerged, and he respectfully gave her privacy to get dressed.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[justmymindandstuff]

unexpected luck?

Summary: Your parents kick you out after they find out you are pregnant. Pregnant by a Shelby. But even John does not react to the news as you would have liked.

John Shelby x reader.

Words: 2784

Warnings: None, correct me if I´m wrong

English is not my mother tongue, so forgive me for mistakes.

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Your whole body is shaking, the strict glance of your mother burn under your skin. 

,,Who is it?” she asks with an angry voice, but you only shake your head. You couldn't answer. It only would make them angrier.

Your fathers fist hits the table. ,,Tell me! What's his name? Who got you pregnant? Or do you not even know? "

,,Shelby.” you whisper, tears running out of your eyes. 

,,You get yourself knock up by one of this fucking gypsies! I never trought that you are that dump.” your mother cursed. 

,,Get out. Ge out of my house! You brought shame on this family. I never want to see you again. After today, I no longer have a daughter.” your father say with a calm voice, and you know, when his voice has this tone you doesn´t argue. You just did what he said. So you grap your coat and run out of your house. The cold air hits you wet cheecks, tears still running out of your eyes. You run trought the dark streets, your lungs burn but you don´t stop until you stand vor Pollys door. It´s the only place you could go. You knock a few times at the door and it tooks a moment for Polly to open her door. She only wears her nightgrown, worry all written over her face. As she sees you she realxes for a second, than she saw your terars. ,,Y/N, what happend?” she asks and drag you inside in the warm house. You sad yourself in the kitchentabel still crying, Polly sits beside you strokes your back and remains silent. She waits for you to start speaking. . ,,My parents throw me out.” you said after a moment. 

,,Why?” 

You know she already knows, you saw it in her face yesterday, after John makes fun of you for sleeping the whole day and still being tried. Last week you ask her if she ha cherries in the house. Polly knows normally you hate cherries. You knows it since a few weeks, but hasn´t told John. Because you are arfraid of his reaction. He was only 17 Years old, you even a year younger. No one of you was able to look after a child. 

,,I told them that I am pregnant.” you whisper. Polly takes a deep breath and than she smiled warmly. 

,,What wonderfull news.” she said, you know she lied, its not. Times were hard and it doesn´t get better when you bring another mouth to feed at her table. But Polly knows that you need someone to reacts with joy. 

,,Have you told John?” she asks, don´t doubt for a second that he is the father. You two were dating for almost 1 Year now and both of you are head over heels in love. John doesn´t even mind that you can´t bee seen in public together, he understands that your parents would send you to your aunt in London in the second they will find out that you are dating a Shelby. Your parents hate the Shelbys, because of their not so legal business and because their are Gypsies. For your parents their were a plague, but you doesn´t mind. You fell in love with John in the second you meet him. You has a project at school with Ada, so she took you to her place and after a few minutes her brothers came through the door. Laughing and chase eachother through the small kitchen, of course the tea Ada hat place at the tabel spills all over you. John laughts at you and his blue eyeas sparkled in the light. In that moment you lost your heart to him. 

,,No.” you answerd. ,,I am to afraid. What if he insists that I get it taken away? I don't know if I can do that.” 

,,Should he do that, I'll take my kitchen knife and cut off his fucking cock” 

You can't help but laugh softly. Polly wipes the tears from your face. “Go to sleep now, it's late. And if you want we can tell him together tomorrow. Okay?"

,,Okay. Thank you Polly. " She gives you a warm smile and then sends you upstairs. You quietly open John's room door, his loud snoring sounds in your ears. You drop your coat on the floor and slip off your dress. Only in underwear you climb into the warm bed. When you snuggle up to his side he wakes up, immediately his arms close around you and he presses a kiss on your forehead. ,, Y / N. What are you doing here? ”He asks in a sleepy voice.

“I'll explain it to you tomorrow. I'm too tired to talk right now. "

John gently strokes your arms and pulls you closer to his warm chest. ,,Okay.“ He's too tired to worry about why you sneak into his bed in the middle of the night and it's too dark for him to see the tears on your face. He kisses you and crosses his legs with yours, he wants you to be as close as possible to him. You listen to his calm breath and his heart. The rhythmic beating of his heart and the familiar smell quickly lull you into a dreamless sleep.

 You wake up before the sun really comes up. John is peacefully sleeping next to you. And even if you are emotionally and physically exhausted, you cannot lie down. Carefully you free yourself from Johns embrace and climb out of bed. You put your dress back on and sneak down the stairs. Tommy is sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea and the newspaper. A cigarette hangs in the corner of his mouth, the smell of the smoke makes you sick for a moment.

"Good morning Tommy."

,,Good morning Y / N. What are you doing here? Didn't even know you slept here. It was suspiciously quiet for you to be there. "

"Shut up, Shelby." Those nights got you into this shitty situation in the first place, or the afternoons by the river, or the evenings in the back alley next to the Garrison. You don't even know how long you've been pregnant. 5 weeks? Maybe 6? Or longer? You take a cup of tea and fill Tommy's cup again. Then you let yourself fall on the kitchen table. Tommy's gaze attentive is to you. You haven't looked in the mirror, but you're sure that you look like a mess.

"Are you okay?"

"No." You shake your head and take a sip of tea. Before Tommy can ask any further questions, John comes down the stairs into the kitchen.

"I thought I had dreamed that you were here when you weren't lying next to me this morning." He says, he sounds happy and you'd like to start crying right away. He puts a kiss on your lips and lights up on one of Tommy's cigarettes. Polly walks into the room and gives you an encouraging smile. "Slept well?" She asks the group. Tommy and John nod but you just stare into your tea. Polly pats you on the shoulder as she walks past you. "Tommy. Please leave us alone for a moment." Tommy looks confused at his aunt, but then gets up and disappears from the kitchen with his newspaper. John looks back and forth between you and his aunt in confusion, his happy smile has disappeared from his lips.

"Can't we wait a little longer?" You ask quietly, but Polly shakes her head.

"Wait with what?" Asks John skeptically, he grabs your hand but you pull it away and clasp your cup. He looks at Polly. "Wait with what?" he repeats his question. Polly takes a deep breath, lights a cigarette, and joins you at the table. You wish to be very far away, your whole body is shaking and you feel sick. He will leave you, you and the child. His child. ,,What the fuck is going on here? Would someone please talk to me? Y / N? What's happening? Please talk to me. "He sounds a little desperate, fear is reflected in his blue eyes.

“I have decided that Y / N will be living here from now on. This decision stands and will not be discussed. "Says Polly determined and looks at you encouragingly. You knew that Polly would never put you on the street, not like your parents. But to hear that you have a home here, no matter what, it lowers your nervousness a little.

"John." You start and stare further into your tea, but John carefully grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "I'm pregnant with your child. Our child." Shock and disbelife are reflected in his face, he lets his hand drop. He doesn't say a word, then he gets up and storms out of the kitchen.

"JOHN!" Polly yells after him, but you collapse and start crying again. He didn't say anything and just ran away. He left you, just as you feared. Although you didn't actually think he would ever leave you. Maybe force you to have an abortion. But in none of your horror scenarios that have been going through your head for the past few days he has left you. Even in your worst nightmares, you can't imagine him leaving you. Still, he just did it.

Tommy comes back into the kitchen.

"What's going on?" He asks, then his gaze falls on you. You are still crying at the kitchen table, subconsciously you have placed a protective hand over your stomach. Tommy notices this and understands immediately. "Where is John?"

"Run away. Like a bloody coward. "Polly sounds angry. She hadn't expected such behavior from John. Polly sits down next to you and rubs your back soothingly.

"I'm tired," you utter between sobs.

"Of course." Polly says gently. "Get some sleep and I'll bring you some food later." You nod and drag yourself up the stairs, Finn is sitting on the top step.

"I was listening," he says quietly, sounding incredibly guilty.

"It's okay."

"What does it mean to be pregnant?" Asks the little boy.

“It means that I'm going to have a baby. And you have a nephew or a niece. " Finn nods even if you're sure he doesn't really understand. After all, he's only four years old.

"Then why are you sad?" He asks.

"Because your brother is a fucking ass."

"No cursing around Finn." Tommy calls up the stairs, which puts the slightest smile on your face.

You bend down and kiss Finn's hair. "Polly is waiting with breakfast." The little boy jumps up and runs down the stairs. ,,Are you not coming?"

"Leave Y / N alone today, she is very tired and needs to rest." Finn still looks confused but doesn't question his aunt's words. You open John's room door, the bed is unmade and his things are scattered all over the place. You sigh, push a pair of dirty pants aside with your foot and lie down in his bed. The sheets smell way too much of John and tears are streaming down your cheeks again. You curl up and cry yourself into a restless sleep.

 You are woken up by loud screams from below. You can't understand exactly what is being said, but you can hear Polly's angry voice. You carefully wrap yourself out of the sheets and creep into the hallway. Finn is already back at the top of the stairs and you let yourself sink down next to him.

"Are you listening again?"

"Yes." You concentrate on the voices, although the door has been closed you can now hear them clearly.

"... like a goddamn idiot, how could you do that? You impregnate her and then run away! What kind of man are you? "

"Shut up your fucking mouth Polly. I didn't run away. I'm here now, just had something to do first."

"Buy a train ticket?" You hear Ada's angry voice, of course the whole family has already been informed about the situation. "Or borrow money for the doctor? What are you going to do John? Do you want to force her to have the baby removed? Y/N is the best that ever happend to you and she brings you wonderful news! And what are you doing? You run away even though she needed you. "

You hear glass breaking. Probably John's patience has come to an end, and then he reacts like a wild animal in a cage, he attacks.

"Stay here." You say to Finn and run down the stairs. You have to prevent bloodshed between the siblings.

You open the door and enter the room, immediately everyone is quiet and looking at you.

A relieved smile appears on John's lips and he comes up to you to pull you into a hug.

"They didn't want to tell me where you are." He whispers, his voice sounds relieved, but you tense up and push him away from you. Tears gather in your eyes.

“I don't want an abortion. I know we're too young but I can't. I could never come to terms with the idea of ​​killing my baby. "Your hand wanders back to your stomach to place it protectively on your unborn child." I know it's unfair, but I made my decision and if you did then want an abortion, then.. then… I don't know either. " you take a deep breath. "Don't worry, you don't have to take care of us, I can do it myself."

,,What? No! Why is everyone here always talking about a fucking abortion? That child will stay right where it is  for the next nine months. And you don't have to do anything on your own. "

You look at him confused. "Then why did you run away? If you're not angry, why did you leave me? "

,,I did not leave you. Sure, I was shocked and yes we are young but a child! You have our child, why should I leave you? I love you Y / N and I will love our child. I just had to do something. "

“What was so important? What's so important that you leave me alone in the worst moment of my life. "Tears are running down your cheeks again, you can't understand why he ran away the moment you needed him. John takes a deep breath and takes yours hand.

“I'm sorry I ran away, I know it wasn't the right reaction. But I need a ring for a proposal. "He smiles at you and then goes down on one knee. With his free hand he pulls a silver ring out of his vest pocket. Polly and Ada utter a surprised cry while you just put your hand over your mouth and look down at John in shock.

"Y / N, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the world and marrying me?"

You can only nod. John smiles in relief, gets up and kisses you full of passion and love. "Yes?" He whispers against your lips.

"Yes of course you fucking idiot." When he puts the ring on your finger, his hands are trembling slightly.

Arthur and Tommy start clapping and cheering. Ada pulls you into a tight hug, you smile at Polly over her shoulder and she smiles back, all the anger is gone and suddenly there is a happy mood in the air.

 A week later you and John step in front of the altar. You sent an invitation to your parents, but they didn't show up. Of course it hit you, but you don't need them. The moment you walk out of the church with John by your side, you know everything will be fine. After all, you're a Shelby now.

There's a little party at the Garrison, of course John's whole family is there, and a couple of friends, Freddie Throne flirts with Ada all the time, but her brothers are too drunk to really notice. You smile at Ada across the table and raise your glass. She rolls her eyes and turns back to Freddie.

"At least the kid isn't going to be a bastard," laughs Arthur.

"Shut up you fucking asshole." You and John shouts at the same time.

Arthur starts laughing and Tommy gives him a brotherly slap on the shoulder. "Y / N already sounds like a Shelby."

“Yes, because she is  a fucking Shelby. Isn't it Mrs. Shelby? "

Hearing your new last name for the first time makes you feel warm and you can't help but smile at your husband. "Of course, finally I'm your wife, Mr. Shelby."

[maizumis]

Hii! Another Haikyuu dad au! Can it be with the miya twins, Bokuto, Iwa, and Suna? They get into an argument with their pregnant wife so the wife tells them to leave her alone. The boys find a loophole so they talk to her baby bump about how sorry they are to their mama :)

— HAIKYUU BOYS ARGUING WITH YOU WHILE PREGNANT AND APOLOGIZING

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintaro

note: female reader‼️ angst to fluff ‼️different format cos I wanted to write more 🥴 thanks anon! hope you like it 😽 I think I'm gonna do a part two cos this got longer than expected and I couldn't add all the characters! not edited, that's work for tomorrow!

# MIYA ATSUMU

atsumu came home after a rough day at practice, excited to spend some time with you and baby boy that was about to come in just a month

all happiness he had quickly erased when he saw that the home was on the same that when he went to practice, dishes without washing and clothes without fold

" ‘tsumu you're home! we missed you!" he walked past you, he didn't even give you a side look, going directly to the bathroom "‘tsumu all okay? I made your favor–" "could ya please shut up? a come home after working and entire day for ma family and the house is like this? what did ya do the whole day?"

you were stuck in your place with wide eyes and hands over your belly "I'm sorry ‘tsumu, my back hurts a lot today and—" "save it, don’ wanna hear yer excuses"

"go fuck yourself then, miya, sleep in the comfiness of the couch today and don't you dare talk to me until tomorrow" with that you were gone to the master bedroom, fighting the tears that were in your eyes

he thought nothing about it and went to the shower, thinking what was he gonna eat for dinner then go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day

-

freshly out of the shower with pajamas on, he went to the kitchen to eat something, mesmerized when he saw the little note on the oven glass

"enjoy your meal! we love you!<3"

not only that, but that you made his favorite, knowing he was gonna come home late and exhausted after practice

memories of the recent fight came to his mind, he didn't even let you talk your mind, his throat feeling heavy with the guilt that he was experiencing, maybe he should let you talk after all

contradictory to your words, he went runnint to the shared bedroom, ready to apologise for being an ass "baby, yer awake?"

"not for you" you told him trying to hide your sobs, the day was awful, your back didn't let you do anything, the meal you cooked was an hour of fighting the back pain, thinking your ‘tsunj would be happy if he found this

"okay then, good thing a have a baby I can talk to"

he knelt down in front of you, carefully placing his head on the baby bump, caressing it from time to time

"I was an ass, sorry, a bad person to yer mom today baby, a came home and told her bad things, she was hurting and a Didi care, can ya tell her sorry for me?" he felt a kick on his cheek and a smile on his face when he saw you laugh, even with the tear-stained cheeks you were beautiful

" ‘tsumu, not cool what you did today, I wasn't feeling okay and I missed you, we missed you" your voice still a little wiggly after that crying session you had with your maternity pillow

finally, first name privileges, he thought "a know, am sorry, am so sorry, ya deserve so much better angel, am sorry"

"‘s okay tsum, cuddle me as an apologize, yeah?"

he never got into bed at that speed, quickly cuddling you with hands on your tummy while giving little pecks to your neck

"ya don't have to tell me twice"

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

before and during pregnancy you joined iwaizumi on his works out or runs from time to time, you knew he enjoyed his time doing it so, why don't join him?

today you were not feeling like it, morning sickness took over you and the bed seemed like the best place to stay all day, one day in bed wouldn't hurt, you thought

apparently it stroke a nerve on hajime "what are you doing in the bed? up! we need it go out! " '‘m sorry haji, not really feeling like it today, why don't you go and I make something when you return home?"

"what do you mean 'you don't feel like it' the only thing you do all day is laze around"

you took a deep breath before answering, knowing didn't meant what he say "well I'm sorry I'm pregnant iwaizumi, I can't help it. go on your run and we can eat something together when you return"

"fucking Clara wouldn't put this excuses on me" he murmured under his breath, hoping you didn't heard the mention of his ex partner

"repeat yourself iwaizumi hajime, I'm waiting"

"no baby— I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-"

"go out before I go out by myself iwaizumi, don't bother talk to me the rest of the day, I'm gonna make dinner and leave it on the fridge, I'm also gonna sleep in the guest room. fucking low of you iwaizumi, so fucking low"

he went out with a knot on his throat, he didn't need to bring that up— he knew you weren't feeling your best and then he still played that ex-girlfriend card. on the way back home he picked up flowers knowing you loved them, praying to anyone who was above him for your forgiveness

"I'm home"

"and I told you not to talk to me, iwaizumi"

being petty was right, the mention of his ex while carrying his first daughter because you didn't feel like going out today was bullshit, he didn't have an excuse

he looked down to the floor before closing the door and going to the living room to think about what he did, cheeks red of embarrassment because of his childish behavior

-

he waited for you to be asleep before going into the room, with the idea of carrying your to the king bed instead of this one, after all, he was the one that deserved the uncomfy room

before picking you he saw the pregnant belly, the shirt you were wearing rolled up so it was exposed to the cold air

" ‘m sorry baby, your mama doesn't deserve this, you have the right to be angry with me" tears were pricking his eyes, maybe he was thinking too ahead but would you leave him for this?

"I'm such and asshole, I hope you don't remember that lady's name" he told the fetus as if he was having an actual conversation face to face "behave for mom yeah? don't put more pressure on her than already did" with that he picked you up, without knowing you were fully awake the whole conversation

you let yourself be carried to the big bedroom, once you felt him place you on the bed, you tugged his shirt while looking at him with teary eyes "we need to talk tomorrow but please,stay hajime" you were still mad, but his company is what you were craving right now

"there's no way I'm not staying forever with you"

# SUNA RINTARO

rintaro was coming home late this past weeks but he finally had a free night! so you were excited to spend a bonding time with him and your unborn baby

finishing the little detail on the table such as the dry flowers and the candles, you hear the door being open "rinnie! you finally home! it felt like forever while waiting for you!" he gave you a sweet peck in your lips before going to his room to change his clothes

"oh~ I see you dressed fancy for the occasion! wait for me I think I have a dress that stills fits me!" "what do you mean? I'm going out with the inarizaki boys, kita is in town"

you stopped midway the hall that ended in your room, quickly walking towards your boyfriend again "what do you mean you're going out? what about what I made?"

"you made something?"

it was ridiculous to keep begging, maybe you should call it a day and watch some movies in the couch with a tube of ice cream, alone, again.

"okay then, have fun rin, don't drink to much and come home safe"

-

rin came home after a few hours out, he indeed had a good time with his old teammates but his mind was all the time one you, maybe he should have stay with you, eat some homemade food and cuddle all night while talking about nothing

he entered the house and saw you spread on the couch, huge blanket on with his highschool jersey on, long forgotten night snacks on the night table and Netflix on the tv

it wasn't only that what caught his eye but the table in the kitchen too, he walked towards it and saw it, the candles, the flower carefully placed on the middle of the table, the matching napkins and fancy plates, so that was what you were referring to earlier

guilt creeped all over his body, he didn't acknowledge your efforts to make a night for the both of you, was this negligence? he thought

going again to the couch, bending over so he would be at your height, he placed a hand on your belly before speaking

"you're allowed to be mad at me when you're born baby" he paused for a few seconds, thinking what was he gonna say next "papa is a fucking asshole— sorry, don't say that, papa is very clumsy from time to time"

"Rin?"

there you were! his hand came quickly behind your neck, pressing your forehead and noses together, lips brushing each other

"I'm sorry I'm so stupid— fuck, I really don't want to cry right now, I'm an horrible person"

you cupped his face with both your hands, eyes teary about to cry for a second time that day "you're not horrible Rin, it's just it feels lonely you know?" tears already going down your cheek, the sight made his heart ache, you were crying because of him

"I know you're out there trying to be the best for us but" your voice wiggly, you were really trying to hide the sobs you had inside "but sometimes it feels like you're not around anymore, I can't share the little moments I have because I wake up to an empty bed and go to sleep with the thought of you being out" full sobs were coming out of you at this point, days of pain finally reaching their point "and it hurts so bad not to have you around"

rintaro was crying along with you, you could feel his wet tears on your neck, where he was placing his head "and your absolutely right angel, I'm gonna be better for you– for the both of you, what about I take the day off tomorrow, yeah?" his quavering voice betraying him, even if you knew he was crying he wanted to be strong

"that sounds perfect rin... come cuddle me?"

carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, he lit your favorite candle and snuggled you under the cost sheets

"cuddle you, all day long baby"

[phoneybeatlemania]

I’m curious about something. Is there concrete evidence of John attempting to strike Linda? I’ve. seen it mentioned various places but I’m a little skeptical. If it’s true that seems like it would be very hard for Paul to forgive. Your thoughts? Thanks.

Hiya @missu4everjohnny,

So for anyone reading this post who might not already be familiar with the story in question, Ill give you some brief business context: 

The company Northern Songs was set up in 1963 by Dick James and Charles Silver, in order to publish Lennon/McCartney songs.

February 1965 it became a public company on the London Stock Exchange.

John and Paul each have 750,000 shares (15% each), while George and Ringo have 40,000 (0.8 %) each. During his divorce, John sold over 100,000 of his shares in order to set up a trust fund for Julian. Paul on the other hand bought 1000 shares (or 0.02% of the company). 

By January 1969, Dick James had a growing concern about John Lennon’s recent behaviours, and the negative consequences they may have for the Northern Songs company in terms of stock value.

March 1969, Dick James and Charles Silver sell their shares in Northern Songs to ATV for £1,525,000, giving John and Paul no notice or the chance to buy them out. That way, ATV acquired 1,604,750 shares, which, in addition to the 137,000 they already had, gave them nearly 35% of the company.

John and Paul, who were both away on their honeymoons as they received the news about Northern Songs, felt betrayed and upset by James’s choice to sell his shares. 

In April 1969, John found out that he had 644,000 shares (£1.25m), while Paul had 751,000 shares (£1.4m). John was furious with Paul. 

@thecoleopterawithana did a particularly good breakdown on this whole saga, touching on both the business logistics and the emotional responses within it from John and Paul. So massive credit due to them for explaining the Northern Songs situation in a way that My-Little-Pea-Brain can actually understand, and do go give their post a read for a far more comprehensive understanding of all this!

But onto Johns reaction and whether he did in fact attempt to physically assault Linda McCartney. 

Ken McNab writes in his book And In The End: the last days of the Beatles:

Various accounts over the years have suggested the two men almost came to blows. One unverified report has the volatile Lennon shaking his fist at Linda McCartney with Klein holding him back. Sheepishly, McCartney tried to defend his underhand actions: ‘I had some beanies and I wanted more.’ (pg. 101)

And Peter Doggett wrote in You Never Give Me Your Money: 

Then Klein informed Lennon that McCartney had secretly been increasing his stake in Northern Songs. ‘John flew into a rage,’ recalled Apple executive Peter Brown. ‘At one point I thought he was really going to hit Paul, but he managed to calm himself down.’ One unconfirmed report of this meeting had Lennon leaping towards Linda McCartney, his fists raised in her face. (pg. 79)

These are the only two texts I could find specifying the report that John had made an attempt at physically assaulting Linda. Unfortunately, neither writer cites a source for the unconfirmed report, and Ive been unable to locate the claims origins—so I cant tell you how reliable its author is. 

To the extent of my knowledge, no one else present during the occurrence has spoken about the alleged incident either—however, Peter Brown makes note that he believes John came close to physically attacking Paul, although in his original text The Love You Make he doesn't write anything on this:

“You bastard!” John spit. “You’ve been buying up shares behind our backs!”

Paul blushed and shrugged limply. “Oops, sorry!” he smiled. 

“This is fuckin’ low!” John said. “This is the first time any of us have gone behind each other’s backs.”

Paul shrugged again. “I felt like I had some beanies and I wanted some more,” he said. (pg. 305)

So what is the likelihood of this being true, and what do I personally believe?

Honestly, I don’t know. I see it as plausible being that John has a history of physical violence, which Ive written about in more depth here. Im aware that he made conscious-efforts to change his behaviours over the years, and claimed in his 1971 interview with Peter McCabe and Robert Schonfield to have given up violence following the Bob Wooler incident in 1963—but we know from May Pang that there were still occasional incidents of physical violence. During a moment of stress, I could imagine he might have returned to old habits (and please note as well that ‘stress’ would not be a justification of this action in any way) and tried to attack Linda.

If John did make an attempt to physically attack Linda, my guess as to why Paul have been able to forgive (and seemingly forget) about the incident, is because it would have remained a hypothetical. It never really happened, so I feel like it would have been relatively easy for him to brush it off, because there were no actual consequences (or at least, no physical harm towards Linda caused). 

However, I can also see that theres reasons not to believe the story. Both McNab and Doggett write of an ‘unconfirmed’ or ‘unverified’ report, meaning we have no idea who made this claim. As far as we know, the original claimant might not have even been in the room; it could be complete bollocks. 

And although I wouldn’t really be surprised if Paul and even the Eastmans had chosen not to make a big deal out of the incident, Id be surprised if no one else present mentioned it—especially Peter Brown, given that he thought John came close to attacking Paul. 

However, to counter that last point, another theory I have is that if Paul had been standing close to Linda at the time, perhaps it wouldn’t have been clear based on Johns erratic behaviour who he was aiming for—so while some people might have believed John was attempting to attack Linda, others might have thought he was aiming for Paul.

So in short—and I apologise about the very dissatisfactory response—my opinion on this really is just an ‘I Don’t Know’ one. It could go either way imo. It would be easier to discern an answer I think if we had access to the original report, but as far as Im aware, that hasn’t been released. 

Sources:  

Northern Songs breakdown (x) — @thecoleopterawithana

Dick James sells his Northern Songs shares to ATV (x)

The Beatles and ATV fight for the control of Northern Songs (x)

You Never Give Me Your Money — Peter Doggett

And In The End: the last days of The Beatles — Ken McNab

The Making Of John Lennon — Frances Kenny

The Love You Make: an insiders story of The Beatles — Peter Brown & Steve Gaines

For The Record — Peter McCabe & Robert Schonfield