#a bit of jealousy from jeremy :)

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the trojans social media au (pt. 5): okayyy soooo let me start by saying i’m a fraud tumblr user and i’ve been stalking for so many years instead of posting so idk how everything works and what the tumblr dynamic is when it comes to interacting but during my previous posts some things have been brought to my attention

first of all @fanthyng-mego mentioned this:

so in reality i just forgot to turn on the checkmark button 😭😭 but i truly like your version better where neil earned his checkmark by being a menace.

still i’ve turned on the checkmark for everyone who i perceive as being verified so yeah

also @tara-the-star said this:

so shawn isn’t an oc. he was mentioned by name only in the book (like what? 3 or 4 times? idk). jeremy mentioned he studies communication, so yeah. i’m pretty sure he hasn’t actually said anything tho, but since i wanted this au to be more focused on the trojans instead of the foxes i tried to include some of the background characters :)

i did have to come up with my own characteristics for shawn tho (i didn’t expect it to go this far 😭) but it could easily turn out that nora will include him in tsc2 and my characteristics get lost on me and i’ll look like a loser LMAOOO

the same goes for all the other unfamiliar characters :) everyone should be named by name at least once in the sunshine court

so yeah. i guess i just really wanted to point those two things out :) i’m a fraud on tumblr and actually don’t even know how to use the app properly and i didn’t know if i replied to the reblog it’d just end up under my own post instead of the reblog so yeah…. hope this is okay

[f10werfae]

But That’s Mine Hen!

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Wife

summary: Pouty Y/n gets jealous when her grump of a man is approached by a certain woman; she can't help but stomp her foot and whine, showing everyone that he's hers and vice versa (Dom!Henry)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

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“Come on bun, let’s go get that dress you wanted” Henry smirked keeping a hand on his wife’s ass, a small squeak leaving her rosy lips as he gave her cheeks a tight squeeze. Giving him a kiss wet enough to leave others drooling, she giggled interlacing their hands together. The both of them taking an afternoon stroll into town for some summer shopping, Y/n happily spending her burly man’s money.

“Oh Henry! Hey!!” A high shrilly voice said from behind them, Y/n’s face immediately furrowing seeing Patricia, the bar owner of the town calling after her man. A pang of jealousy immediately hitting her chest. Henry seemed to have noticed this, a smirk on his face, he walked forward and gave the woman a hug.

“Oh Patricia, it’s lovely to see you, still lookin’ as beautiful as ever” Henry smirked, his eyes still on Y/n who could be heard scoffing as she looked to the side, her eyes finding her shoes the most interesting thing in the world. Fisting the bottom of Henry’s shirt, a pout on her face as she stomped her foot slightly. Henry looked at her from the side of his eye, finding her jealous reaction the most adorable thing ever, she looked like a baby bunny. His baby bunny.

“Please, you flatter me too much, you never come round anymore been missin’ you round the bar” Patricia pouted crossing her arms over to prop up her breasts, ‘don’t be so obvious’ Y/n thought to herself. “Swear you have gotten more handsome, we should have dinner sometime, maybe we can catch up some more?” Patricia beamed happily, she had clearly been ignoring Y/n’s presence this entire time, because when Y/n tried to say something next she was rudely interrupted.

“Great it’s a date!” Patricia replied without even hearing Henry’s reply, wrapping her arms around his torso like a mad woman, how desperate Y/n thought. Deciding not to let herself third wheel her husband and some sloppy woman, Y/n turned straight on her heels and walked towards the dress boutique she was there for in the first place; her eyes set on the periwinkle backless dress settled on the mannequin. Her mood immediately lifting as she saw the glitter sleeves and the length seemed just perfect.

“Oh my, is that the Y/n L/n?” A guy around Y/n’s age shouted from the other side of the boutique, a shining smile on his face, a clearly well kept man of his time. “J-Jeremy?” Y/n said confused, she hadn’t seen her friend in years, truthfully she had forgotten he even existed. “What are you doing here?” She asked confused, seeing him holding a tape measure and pieces of fabric.

“Moved back from LA, took a job here as a fitter and designer, wanted to feel more at home. You get it?” He smiled setting down his things and folding his arms over his chest, “Y-yeah I get it” Y/n stuttered back feeling a bit anxious under his gaze, lowkey wishing for Henry to walk in now any second.

“So can I help you? Are you wanting that new periwinkle dress? I can help you get fitted with my tape measure, make sure it fits perfectly” He smiled honestly, holding up his tape measure; within seconds he had thrown it around the smaller woman’s waist.

“O-Oh no it’s okay, i’m just waiting on my husb-“

“Sugar? So this is where ya ran off to?” Hearing that same low voice she loved, she smiled shyly knowing he wouldn’t be happy with her being in such close proximity with another guy. Specifically one that she had dated mildly back when she was 14, even though it meant nothing, Henry still seemed pissy. “It’s okay my wife doesn’t need help, Jeremy” Henry grumbled standing up to his full height, then bending down and reading the shorter man’s name tag, leaving him slightly shaken merely by the size of the older man.

“A-are you sure? I can help with-“

“Listen, Jeremy, I told you we don’t need help. Do we sugar?” Henry asked deeply, his eyes travelling to Y/n who shook her head rapidly, her hands immediately wrapping around her man’s hairy forearm, her nails mindlessly raking through the arm hair. Jeremy simply nodded and scurried off to help the other elderly woman in the shop, leaving the married couple to their own devices.

“Leave ya alone for two seconds n you’re already givin’ away my pussy for a dress” Henry grumbled scoffing grabbing her hand tightly, pulling her out of the shop like a kid who was being scolded, pushing her into the back of his truck that was parked on the sidewalk. Her head landing on the soft pink seat covers she said she would die without, and Henry of course gave in without a second thought.

“W-wasn’t givin it away!” Y/n pouted crossing her arms as Henry hovered above her, pushing the seats down to almost make a bed like surface. “Sure you weren’t” Henry grumbled, his hands holding on tightly to her hips, his cock slightly hardening at the sight of her breasts now pushed against her thanks to gravity.

“B-but you were about to go say yes to dinner with Patricia, n-n that’s no fair. I-i’m your wife n’ that’s mine!” Y/n whisper shouted, tears slightly collecting in her eyes from frustration motioning to the tent in his trousers, so she turned her head to the side not wanting to look at Henry right now. “Oh baby sugar, did ya not hear me when I said no afterwards, or were ya too busy suckin’ off Jeremy”

Henry’s heart ached seeing her so riled up and upset, but he couldn’t help but notice how wet she got from him simply teasing her. “W-was not! You’re mean, I don’t wanna talk to you right now. Go back to Patricia or whatever her name is” Y/n grumbled, whining when Henry tilted her head back to look at him, a softer smile on his face as he kissed her tears away.

“M’sorry honey, jus wanted to tease ya but I promise I won’t do it no more, i’m all yours, n’ I definitely don’t want to see you around that Jeremy fucker ever again. You understand?”

“Yeah whatever, can we jus go home now please” Y/n pouted still feeling down in the dumps. “I love you sugar, my precious wife” Henry cooed nuzzling his nose against her slightly reddened one, her eyes as big as buttons as she looked up at him.

“L-love you too” She whispered back leaning forward and pecking his lips softly, wiping away her face with the back of her hand. “Aw i’m sorry honey, your Henry’s sorry, didn’t mean ta upset you so much” Henry whispered now feeling a bit guilty, making a mental note to never play this sorts gag on her ever again, he couldn’t bare to see his baby bun so upset. It broke his heart.

Nudging his head against hers he kissed both her cheeks, cupping her face, wiping her stray tears with his thumbs. “Come on, smile for me baby” He whispered kissing down her neck, over the pearl necklace he had bought her for no reason whatsoever, other than he had seen her stare at it for more than two seconds.

Seeing her lips crack up a smile, he himself also smiled as he kissed her lips passionately, his tongue coaxing open her lips; letting his tongue mingle with hers as he felt her arms wrap around his neck. “Gonna take you right here okay bun?” He kissed her full cheeks one more time before sitting up and unbuttoning his jeans, his cock already springing out without help.

Nodding ,Y/n shyly widened her legs and wrapped them around his waist, flipping her dress up to reveal the purple lace covering her centre. “Baby you spoil me too much” He chuckled pushing her underwear to the side, teasing the tip of his cock up and down her slit before resting it against her snug hole.

“J-just put it in already bear” Y/n whined wiggling her hips in hopes of him just slipping in, a sharp breath kicking her throat as he suddenly just filled her to the brim. “This what you wanted, your husband’s cock all up your wet pussy?” He said through gritted teeth, hid hands sliding up to cup her face, his forehead against hers as he basically lay on top of her.

“Come on, tell me what ya want or you aren’t going to get it butterfly, what do you want?”

“I-I want my husband’s-husband’s cock in my pussy alla time, j-jus for me and no one else” Y/n gasped feeling his thumb reach down and start toying with her clit, massaging it in all directions giving her a sense of overstimulation. With her mouth gaped open, Henry saw this as another opportunity to get his woman dirty, collecting spit onto his tongue before letting it dribble onto hers.

An excited whimper leaving her as she cupped his face and smashed their tongues together in an open-mouthed kiss, letting him swallow all her gasps and moans while he thrusted mercilessly. The sounds of hip and lip smacking filled the car, with it evidently becoming extremely steamed up giving them another cover from the public.

“Your little pussy is gonna make your husband cum baby, fuck, we were made for each other” He moaned breaking from the kiss, “W-what if you grow bored o-of me?” Y/n asked mid whimper, those insecure thoughts filling her head again, only for them to be interrupted with a pleasurable spank to her breast.

“Don’t speak that way about my wife”

“W-woah feel all fuzzy now” Y/n smiled lazily, her body jerking with each thrust, her arms again draping around Henry’s shoulders as best they could, “Oh do you honey? Fuckin’ brilliant” He swore picking up the pace to a heavenly rate, “go on baby bun, show em all who we belong to” He growled picking up her hand and dragging it down the steamed window, leaving a very erotic looking handprint amidst the mist, anyone walking by could guess what was going on; as if the car rocking wasn’t enough.

“H-Henry cumming” She said using his full name, which sent Henry into a frenzy, his rhythm falling as he felt his cock grow that bit more sensitive. “Love, i’m going to cum i-inside you okay? Wan’ fill you up and show everyone all of you is mine, show them all what they can’t have when you’re all round full of me” He rambled almost out of breath, her hands cupping his face and staring into his eyes hazily.

Both of them lost in each other ad Y/n clenched her hole around his thick cock, milking it for all its worth as he spurted rope after rope inside of her. Once they both calmed down, a small voice said “B-bear did ya really say no to P-patricia?” She mumbled looking into his icy blues, her fingers playing with the chain around his neck which had a pendant with her fingerprint.

“Course I did honey, ya kiddin me? There’s no other woman on this Earth I’d willingly spend my time with other than you baby bun. N’ that better be the same for you”

“Mhm mhm It is!” Y/n chirped now happily and more hyper despite the raging sex they had which now seemed to smell around the car, ignoring the fact that the mixture of those their orgasms were now leaking onto the cushioned seats.

“you’re going to stay here n look pretty while I go into that boutique” Henry smirked flipping her skirt down and buttoning himself back up, wiping the spit and drool of her face using his red plaid button up. “W-what?”

“Need to get ya that pretty dress you deserve, n’ show that Jimmy bastard who’s boss around here” He smiled leaning down and kissing her pussy passionately over the thin fabric of her dress before exiting the car, Y/n would have stopped him about the cum stains on his jeans, but she didn’t really see the big deal now that he was inside the boutique.

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[spiderrmax]

kyle broflovski & jealousy,

request: bonjour! can u do a jealous Kyle?(ty) author's note: trying some new w this post; it's a mix of headcanons + a little blurb at the end :D

Out of the main four, I feel like he is the one most likely to get jealous

A lot of his jealousy stems from insecurities; he finds himself pondering over his worth a bit and that translates into envy

He hates how jealous he gets though

He’d trust you with his life; he just doesn’t trust many other guys.

Cartman will purposely flirt with you solely to get under Kyle’s skin, and it works! Everytime.

Kyle tries not to get jealous, knowing he’s only doing exactly what Cartman wants, but he can’t help it.

You’re his! And people shouldn’t think they can just flirt with you! 

He’s typically not keen on PDA

But, has no problem wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close if someone is looking for way too long.

If you ask him about it, he won’t try to beat around it too hard. He knows relationships are based on communication, and will confide in you in his feelings.

The best thing you can do is reassure him! He gets in his head sometimes and you just need to bring him back out of it.

Not brushing over his feelings and telling him you haven’t even glanced at any other guys because you have him allows him to get over his jealousy.

Despite getting jealous more frequently, Kyle knows to trust you, and that in most cases you don’t even care for the guy he’s jealous over.

It started with your lab partner, a guy who Kyle could not care to learn the name of. The guy seemed fine at first, based on how you spoke about him, but his existence was slowly weighing Kyle down.

He constantly holds you back from leaving science, a class that Kyle and you didn't share. On most days, you'd meet him outside, walking to your next class together. Your partner's need for help left Kyle waiting in the halls, lingering as you continued to provide aid. (Although, you always perked up once you saw him and left your partner a bit abrupt; that made it worth it.)

He asked for your number and would blow it up when you two were alone. The constant vibrations a reminder of his existence, more salt in the wound. It also seemed the longer you were partners, the more confident he got. Comments that teetered on the line of platonic and romantic, lingering touches that made his face warm with anger.

Kyle despises him, and wants him to know all the resentment he feels. Instead, he bites his tongue, knowing you have to interact with him for your grade.

The feelings can only bubble for so long before Kyle breaks. It's a Friday night, and you're laying together in his bed, above the covers and procrastinating from studying. It takes him a bit to speak, words bubbling up his throat only to die once they reach his tongue. He's able to do it after the third time he thinks of the words he wants to say.

"I don't like your lab partner." He confesses, eyes starring at the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling from his childhood.

"Hm. Jeremy? He's okay." You say, turning to lay on your side in order to look at him.

"He's just. Weird. Why does he think he can touch you like that?" He grumble, face red as he admits it, finally, to you.

When you don't reply fast, he wishes he could melt into his mattress. Embarrassment is heavy on his chest, but somewhere he finds the courage to look at you. He watches as your eyebrows furrow, before realization paints itself on your face.

"Oh, I'm sorry Ky. I've said stuff to him, but he doesn't care," You admit, reaching out your hand to grab his, "Plus, he's really bad at science. He doesn't even do anything."

That pulls an amused snort from Kyle, who rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

You smile at the feeling, before admitting to him, "I'd rather have you as my partner."

Kyle grins, only able to think Take that, Jeremy. Fuck you.

[dayurno]

hiii dayurno could you tell me more about raven!jeremy? it's such a new idea sounds very interesting!!!

hiii of course! buckle up. long story and also a collab with ao3 kevjean :3

well first of all let me say that in this au jeremy is not part of the perfect court or in fact even close to it at all. he’s a sub striker with a high jersey number who did not see much playtime during his career as a raven and was on the lower end of the raven spectrum skill-wise. this is important to tell you because the fic doesn’t start with jeremy in the ravens, it starts with him dealing with the aftermath of the nest getting dissolved and losing every bit of his hopes and dreams after sacrificing everything in his life to make it in eau—it starts with kevin salvaging the last dregs of jeremy’s college career by recruiting him for the foxes for his last year, even though jeremy, as an ex raven, hates him (and jean) for what they’ve done both to riko and to their team

ok good. so set the scene. jeremy is miserable. the ravens already didn’t like kevin and jean to begin with, isolated as they were from the perfect court. now jeremy lost not only his team but the lifestyle surrounding it, the ideology of the ravens, his partner, and his career prospects. he doesn’t have the eau raven title anymore and he can’t use it to get himself in the line of sight of most pro team recruiters. he gave up a family (that didn’t love him much, but still) and a trustfund for this. kevin day leaves the nest, jean moreau follows soon after, and their king kills himself. Do you understand how much jeremy hates them? kevin and jean were perfect court, were untouchable, didn’t even know or care to learn his name as a sub striker with not much under his belt—and then they left and destroyed everything jeremy had worked so hard for without even thinking about him. without remembering him at all, in fact.

he hates them!!!!!!!! desperately. With a passion. getting recruited for the foxes and by kevin day on top of it all is humiliating, but it’s the last chance he has. jeremy arrives in palmetto an angry hateful mess made ten times worse by kevin’s constant criticism of him, unaccustomed with normal life and without a partner for the first time in four years. he’s volatile and destructive and he has nothing to live for. exy is the only thing he wants and it doesn’t want him back. :) kevin steps in and takes jeremy’s game from him much like he did with neil, both out of desperation because the foxes are a mess now with the addition of their freshmen, and because, while jeremy isn’t really anything to write home about in terms of skill, he’s far more ambitious and disciplined than the average fox. jeremy hates kevin but can’t afford to reject his help. thus begins the most convoluted raven partnership to ever exist

jeremy hates kevin and has a non-negligible wish to harm him whichever way he can, but he’s also a raven that escaped the nest all on his own. he latches onto kevin immediately, the two of them becoming partners in the raven sense of the world while clashing Often and Intensely with each other both on and off court. their relationship gets more and more volatile the more jeremy goes out of his way to get under kevin’s skin, resentful and so angry at what the perfect court’s done to him, while kevin sinks his feet in and pushes jeremy way past his limits in his training. basically they are a match made in hell :) lots of hatefucking and jealousy and violence and the one murder attempt ensue as the foxes try to navigate this destructive, hopeless version of jeremy that wants to die and take down as much as he can in the process, up to and including kevin day. they’re together every second of the day and jeremy hates him for everything kevin took from the ravens, but he also depends on kevin’s training and presence to feel like a person again. it’s a really big mess basically that is eventually made worse (and better) by kevin and jeremy starting to sleep together to get the adrenaline out raven-style. and that’s all without jean coming along, which he will eventually

[scoutsbabygirl]

"men don't cry." a scout x reader angst fanfic, although it focuses more on jeremy (and dell's friendship). if you think of engi as a dad/uncle then this will def pull at your heartstrings. reblogs, follows & likes are all appreciated!<3

"right? there's nothing too bad about me, right?" his voice was trembling and his face as red as a tomato. "right? i though i really was the best, city of champions, right? that means i'm a champion, right?" his pitch was erratic and high which was highly unusual for jeremy. he tried his hardest to make up for his fragile masculinity while having a slim and thin frame. the names he was called at school because of his look stuck with him well into his adulthood. his ego was being destroyed. he hoped in the back of his head that he was just misinterpreting the situation. he couldn't wrap his mind around it.

the scent of smoke.

the locked door.

slow ballad music erupting from the four walls.

the noises. which he just knew belonged to your larynx.

our of anger, he picked up one of the stuffed animals you had affectionally given to him during his birthday this past year and threw it at the wall, knocking down a framed photo of him and tavish piss-faced drunk at a bar for jeremy's 21st birthday. the clang of the dark oak frame caught him by surprise and brought him out of this delirious state driven by jealousy and anger. his eyes snapped back wide, stepping back without moving his feet a single inch. a soft sigh escaped his lips as his shoulders shrugged back into their original resting spot. he let out another exasperated sigh and laughed to himself with a crooked smile painting his lips half in embarrassment for his own little anxious mental breakdown and out of hatred for everything he heard just a few moments prior.

he was supposed to be the one on top of you causing you to make those angelic noises. not another man. he was well aware that you owed him nothing, nothing was official and there was nothing more of a friendship. he had never tried to officially approach nor court you, yet, someone else was lucky and ballsy enough to get there before he could even make the courage up to do so.

that thought caused him to pick the frame up and throw it against the wall, shattering the glass frame to pieces. the wooden frame caused a small dent in the wall that would be fixed easily with some dry wall or whatever trick dell knew. the notion that he

wasn't good enough

or that

someone else could hold you before he could even mutter the words of how much he admired you.

of course, he was a hormonal young man but nonetheless the love far outweighed the lust.

a gentle meek knock at the door caught him off guard and brought him back to his current reality. fear, instantly instilled into him as a wave-an ocean- a tsunami of anxiety washed over his broken mind. your voice tormented his soul and seeing your right now in his current state would bring him to his knees in sorrow and regret (for himself). he longed to have you run into his arms but he knew he wouldn't be strong enough to even look you in the eyes without the thought of you being underneath another man.

curiosity killed the cat and he opened the door. a small dell greeted him with a orange toolbox in hand with a caution tape sticker. his beard was a bit longer since jeremy had seen him last and it suited his face really well, something dell was proud of. jeremy regretted not buying him beard oils for christmas, oh, how he would've belly laughed while unwrapped the gift with a hand over his stomach.

"i heard a big crash! so i figured you were throwing baseballs in here again." the sentiment made a slight smile appear on the top left corner of jeremy lips. he was truly like a father to jeremy and the other mercs, a father that jeremy never had and he was starved to have the love of an older father figure. he was hungry for someone to listen to his problems, he was famished for someone to call "dad".

"well." jeremy sighed, stepping aware from the white door that was littered in small, medium and large dents, a myriad of black sharpie chicken scratch and cutout photos of his favourite players from the teams from back home.

"all that ruckus for that little bend?" his southern drawl was quite comforting for scout. he thought of being a much younger boy in the middle of boston with pops in his room looking at the damage he had done to the wall and the lecture he was about to receive. that stern talking to was never to come but rather he would receive a few heartwarming laughs and a joke or two about jeremy's "pitching technique".

"nothing a bit of drywall can't fix. but honestly, this ain't nothing. i reckon we just leave it." he turned back to jeremy with his back facing the wall now. "it ain't bad. it ain't nothing to worry about, son." dell adjusted his palms over the black handlebar of the toolbox just before patting scout on the back.

how he longed for this. to sit down with his father and talk about his issues. but men don't have emotions and men don't cry.

"dell, i think i heard y/n and tavish..." he drawled out. a sour taste in his mouth from his teammate's name. "fucking and it's really been bothering me. i got mad and threw the picture frame at the wall. that's what caused the damage to the wall and, uh, thats what you heard." jeremy managed to spit it out without stuttering or with any uncomfortable silence used as filler words.

both men became silent afterwards. scout, let out a sigh feeling self conscious of letting all of his emotions out and how emasculated he felt infront of another and much older man. he fell back onto his bed, the plush blankets enwrapping down on his open palms as he sat up.

"son. let me tell you a little something about manhood." the southerns spoke before joining scout on the open spot on the end of his bed.

[snakies-sideblog]

I don't know if anyone remembers Code Lyoko, but I've been rewatching it recently, and my opinion still hasn't changed. It's a flawed yet good show, but they did Yumi so dirty. On both Lyoko and Earth, she gets devirtualized first a lot of times, gets the worst torment with XANA, dies once, and deals with other shit on top of that.

On Lyoko:

-> I already mentioned it, but she died or worse despite doing it to protect Aelita. It was Aelita who convinced Jeremy to bring her back. Were you really going to choose someone you thought was an AI over someone you knew on Earth?

-> She almost fell into the digital sea multiple times.

-> Yumi was stranded in the skid, alone in the digital sea.

-> She gets trapped on Lyoko and replaced.

-> XANA steals a DNA fragment from her, and if she was devirtualized, she'd get erased. Again.

-> She gets brutally stabbed by William when he was first possessed. They removed or censored it. I can't imagine how she must've felt to have someone she was a little bit close to turning against them.

On Earth:

-> She doesn't have bad parents, but what I mean by other shit that isn't XANA related, her parents have martial problems. I will say she has a brother, but he's just kind of annoying.

-> Yumi isn't blameless when it comes to their love triangle or square, but Ulrich needs to chill with his jealousy. She would just be talking to William, and he would fight with her before sulking.

-> XANA almost killed her multiple times and really brings the beat down on her. Like, in Cold War, she almost froze to death.

-> She almost had to move to Japan away from her friends, and it would've been harder to fight XANA. When the prequel came out, she didn't have any.

-> A microagression or two.

-> Yumi was close to being expelled.

-> XANA managed to convince her she was dying basically because of the scanners.

-> He has no boundaries when it comes to those vines and could've seriously hurt her.

-> In The Pretender, Johnny follows her around because Ulrich decided to be petty, and Yumi gets hospitalized due to a flock of possessed birds.

-> Yumi didn't get to do much when it came to the last couple of episodes except get wiped out by the Kolossus and get wrecked by Xanafied William.

I know she's not Aelita, and every story needs conflict, but damn. Like, can this poor girl get a break?

[andydrysdalerogers]

Cross-Checked - Chapter Five

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

A/N: The tag list is open!

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Leia 

I fully understand that news can make you speechless.  

I’ve shared some doosies in my lifetime.  Especially to the man in front of me.  While Luke is my brother and I trust and love him, sometimes there are things I just can’t tell him.  Like when I lost my virginity to my high school boyfriend. Or when the same boyfriend broke up with me and I couldn’t tell Luke because I knew he would beat him up.  

But I could always tell Andy anything.  

Except this time, I think I broke him.  

“Andy, please say something,” I beg him.  

“You’re pregnant?”  I nod, scared he’s going to start yelling.  He stops and looks away for a moment. Then he looks back at me. “It’s Bret’s.” Not a question, just a statement.  I nod again because, really, I don’t want to say it out loud. Andy runs a hand through his hair.  “Are you going to keep it?” 

“I don’t know,” I whisper. I really don’t. Because right now the feelings of being terrified and excited are swirling around in me.  The road trip had passed in a blur. I was doing everything i could to avoid being sick in front of everyone, while trying to do my job. It was hard.  And a couple of times I had to lie to get out of whatever it was that was brought up, like going to a club and stuff.  

The weird part of it was Jeremy wasn’t around like I assumed he would be.  And Andy had been checking in on me more frequently. Stella just rolled her eyes when I mentioned it, so she was no help but now, in this moment, I need Andy.  

“Ok,” he finally says.  “Have you seen a doctor to confirm?” 

He’s using his captain voice, which is sexy to hear on the ice while he is commanding his teammates in drills and right now, it's making my lower region tingle a bit. Fuck Leia, focus. “Uh, no. I didn’t know where to do in California or Washington or Canada for that matter.  I was going to sneak over there soon because i wasn’t gonna say anything but here we are.”  

“Yeah, here we are.” Andy shook his head. “Are you going to tell him?” 

Fuck, I hadn’t even thought of that. I have to tell my ex about a baby that i am sure he doesn't want.  Or if he does, would he insist I move with him so he can be closer to his kid.  Or worse, would he say I need to marry him so I don’t raise a bastard. He had that mentality, so it was a legitimate fear.  

Andy could see my panic.  “Hey, its ok.” He pulls me back into his arms.  “Everything is going to be ok.”  

“What am I going to do Andy?  I have to tell him but what if he wants to take my baby?  What if he insists I move? Oh god.” I lean into him and sob.  My entire life is being blown up and I have no idea what to do.  

“Princess, breathe for me. C’mon, you can do it. In and out.” I breathe at his tempo, grateful for his presence.  As my breathing slows, he kisses the top of my head.  “Now, everything is going to be ok.  First step is the doctor and confirm everything.” I nod. “Second, is deciding if you tell the doucheweasel about it. Whatever you want to do, I am here for you, ok?” 

“I have to get a place and buy baby stuff... and Luke.  Oh god he’s going to murder me.”  

“A place?” Andy asks surprised. “Why do you need a place?” 

“Andy, if I have this baby, I need to have my own place.  I can’t cramp your style with a pregnant girl living with you.  Eventually you’ll want to date and then you bring a girl home and there is a screaming infant and...” 

Andy covers my mouth to stop the ramble that is happening. “Leia, do you honestly think I would let my pregnant best friend live somewhere else?” 

Well, that was unexpected. I move to make a sound and Andy lets go of my face.  “You aren’t kicking me out?” 

“And risk your brother’s rath?  I don’t think so.  No thank you. You can live here with me. Whatever you decide. Promise.” He holds out his pinky finger.  I grasp it with mine and smile.  

“I think I do want to keep it, Andy.  I know its part Bret but hopefully we can tame whatever genes that asshole passes over.” I chew my lips.  “I’ll email him about it and he can decide from there.”  I move to stand but I’m so dizzy from being dehydrated and Andy has to hold me to stop from falling over.  

“Would you go back to him if he asked?” Andy looks torn over asking the question.  

“No,” I say immediately. “I can’t be with someone like him, who wants to control my life and my decisions.” The look of relief that passes Andy’s face is comical.  “You really didn’t like him.”  

“I really didn’t, princess.  C’mon, water, juice and some toast to get your stomach to settle.  I’ll call around for a doctor.”  

“Thanks Andy.”  I chew my lips as we walk downstairs.  “Can you help me with more thing?” 

“Sure Princess.”  

“Can you help me tell Luke?” 

I’ve never seen a man look so scared in his life. 

Andy 

It's a couple of days later, and I’m sitting in an exam room with Leia, staring at the posters in her office.  Why am I staring? Because its pictures of woman, in child birth. I swallow hard, trying not to get queasy. Why did I volunteer for this?  I look down at Leia, who is chewing her bottom lip and clutching Sebastian. She was the reason. I take a deep breath and take her hand.  “Everything is going to be ok, Princess.”  

“You don’t know that Chewy.” She looks up at me. “I could have already miscarried, or its ectopic or its was completely false and...” 

I squat to get eye level with her, and she stops.  I kiss her knuckles. “Everything is going to be fine. They already did the blood test and that will confirm everything. The doctor will come in and check and then we can make some decisions, ok?” 

“We?” She looks at me with shiny eyes. She is so scared that her eyes are wider than normal, Sebastian basically being choked at this point.  

I grasp her fingers around the stuffed cow and massage them until they are loose again.  “We, ok? I won’t leave your side as long as you want me here.” I reach up and kiss her forehead. “We are going to be ok.”  

Just then, the doctor comes in and I stand back up next to Leia.  “Good Morning, Leighton. I’m Dr. Sheppard.  I’ll be doing your exam and then I will send you to the ultrasound room for the first pictures of baby.  Is this dad?” 

I move to say no, but Leia beats me to it. “Yes, he is.”  

What the fuck is she doing? I look down at her and she smiles her public relations smile and I know, she is saving face.  I smile at the doctor as she makes a note.  “I’m Andy...” 

“I know who you are Mr. Barber. I’m a big fan.  I was sorry to hear about... well...” 

Shit, Leia did not think her decision through and here we are. “Leia and I have been friends for years and we had one night.” I shrugged and smile. “Guess everything was meant to be.” The lie comes too easily. 

“Of course,” Dr. Sheppard flushes and moves to the computer.  She cleared her throat and read something.  “Well, the blood test confirms high levels of HCG, which is positive for pregnancy. When was the last day of your menstrual cycle?”  She smiles as she looks at Leia.  

Leia flinches and flashes me an apologetic look. “Umm, I’m not sure.”  

“That’s fine. The intra vaginal ultrasound can confirm a pretty close approximation of size and date of conception.  Otherwise, how are you feeling?” 

“I’m nauseous all the time.  Sleepy too.” She looks at me again, like she wants to verify that she’s using the right words.  

“She’s been having a low grade fever on and off for a couple of days.  She’s able to keep toast, tea and a little bit of juice down during the day. She’s also been dizzy a few times,” I explain.  

“These are all normal,” Dr Sheppard confirms.  “The dizziness is from the dehydration and vomiting.  Unfortunately, morning sickness is not just in the morning.  It really should be named all day sickness.  That should clear up as you head into the second trimester.” She looked back at the notes on the computer.  “Otherwise, your weight is good, all of your other blood levels are great. Just try to rest and keep your strength up.  I’m going to prescribe some antinausea medication for the times it won’t just stop.”  

“Ok,” Leia’s lip trembles a little.  

“Let’s get you to ultrasound and see baby.”  

Once Leia is stripped from the waist down, I sit by her head as we wait for the technician.  “I’m the father?” I whispered to her.  

“I panicked.  I’m sorry.  I just didn’t want to be judged as a single mother.”  

Before I can respond, the tech comes in and they start on the exams.  They roll a wand over Leia’s flat stomach, and we see a tiny blip of a thing show up on the screen. Then the most amazing sound is echoing in the room.  “Is that...” 

“That is baby’s heart beat,” the tech smiles.  “It looks like you are about eight or nine weeks pregnant. Congratulations.”  

I feel it pull on my chest that my Leia is going to be a mother.  She has a new life in her belly.  I see the tears stream down her face.  I thumb them away as I have a really devastating thought cross my mind.  

I wish I was the father for real.  

As we stared at the pictures in our living room a little while later, Leia finished composing her email to Bret.  I can’t believe that fucker gets to be a father to this baby.  This baby that should be mine. I have to swallow down my anger about it as Leia leans into me as she hesitates to press send. “I’m right here Princess.”  

“I don’t want him to take my baby.”  

“He won’t. I won’t let that happen.” I kiss her temple. She takes a steadying breath and clicks send. 

“There.” 

“Better?” 

“No.”  

I chuckled.  “Ok. Well, we have until the beginning of May to make this work.” I sat up and grabbed my phone. “I won’t know what our schedule is then because that is playoffs.  But during our Christmas break, we should know what the baby is, and we can paint their room.”  I studied my phone but it's quiet and I look at Leia and she has tears streaming down her face.  “Princess, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” she squeaks.  “It's just... you’re planning on a room?” 

“Of course, I am. Leia,” I put my phone down. “This is my niece or nephew and I love them as if they were my own. I was thinking about the room between ours, that way both of us can listen for them.  That leaves the two guest rooms at the end of hall free for people when they come over.”  

Leia launches herself at me and I catch her, making sure she isn’t hurt. “Thank you, Andy, so much.  I was so scared, but you are making me feel better about this.”  

“Hey, you’re my best friend. I would do anything for you.” I rub her back as she cries, wishing i could do more.  After a few minutes, she starts to calm down and I pull back.  “Ready to go meet Luke?” 

She shakes her head but squeaks out a yes. “He’s going to be so mad at me.”  

“He’s not going to be mad at you.  If anything, I don’t think six thousand miles is enough distance for Luke not to go out and kick Bret’s ass.” I laugh as she giggles. “C’mon, the faster we do this, the faster we can eat.”  

Leia and I had decided that it would probably be best to meet Luke in a public place to prevent a blow up. Well, its wishful thinking that we might prevent it but here we go.  I drove us to the restaurant, praying this was going to be ok.  I really didn’t want Leia to have to deal with her brother.  As I’ve said before, Lucas Andrews is a protective bastard and would do anything to make sure his sister was happy. I got us in and saw him sitting in a booth in the back.  He raised his hand, and I walked Leia over. “Just breathe, Princess.”  

“Hey Barber, Cubby,” giving both of us a hug.  We ordered, and small talked for a bit.  Leia’s leg was bouncing, and she was staring at her drink, biting her lip.  “Ok sis, what is going on?”  She snapped her head up. “You’re bouncing.  What’s going on?” 

Leia looked at me and I nodded.  She looked at her brother and took a shaky breath. “I got sick over the road trip.”  

“I know that.” Luke took a sip. “You had a fever.”  

“No. I mean, yes but it wasn’t a regular sickness.” Leia tried to keep the tears i could see from flowing. “I was throwing up on the trip, so I took a test with Stella and...” she hesitated and looked down.  “I’m pregnant.” 

“What?” Luke looked at me and I nodded. “You’re pregnant?” I could see the color rising from his neck.  “Who is the father?” He looked at me again and I shook my head.  Leia was crying and wouldn’t look at her brother. “Leighton, look at me.” She shook her head, so he reached over and gently grasped her chin to turn her head.  “Is it Bret?” Her bottom lip trembled, and she barely nodded before Luke exploded. “Son of a bitch!” He stood up and walked out of the restaurant as Leia began to sob. I wrapped an arm around her to let her cry as I watched my best friend walk out of the restaurant.  

“I’m sorry Leia. I’m so sorry,” I whispered as she cried. I let her go. “Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”  I walked out to the front where Luke was pacing. “Get your ass back in there Andrews,” I growled.  

“How could she be so stupid?  How could she let that ass wipe do this to her?” He ran his hands through his hair. “She’s just starting her business and the season and... FUCK!” He kicked a sign over.  

“That is enough Lucas.  Your sister needs you.  She was so scared to tell you.  I had to convince her to come.  You are confirming her worse fears.  She’s going to need you.  Your niece or nephew is going to need you.”  

“How long have you known?” 

“The day after the road trip.  I made her go to the doctor this morning to confirm.”  

He gave me a look and I could see his heart crack.  He ran back in and I followed.  He went right up to her and pulled her into his arms.  “Oh Cubby, I’m sorry, I’m not mad at you Leia.” He hugs her tight as she starts to sob again.  “Fuck, I screwed that up.” They hold each other for a few minutes, and I get us refills. I walk back as they start talking.  

“I sent him an email, but I refuse to move or give up my baby.” Leia has her determined face on.  “I can keep working, that’s what the doctor said but try and avoid being on the ice.”  

“You gonna tell management?” 

“I’m going to have to but I’m not going to tell anyone else.  Not until I can’t avoid it anymore.” She shrugs as she shoves a fry in her mouth.  I’m happy her appetite is back.  

“I mean, that’s your right,” he says.  “What about mom?” He grimaces as Leia rolls her eyes.  

“I guess I’ll tell her but I don’t want her involved.  She was like, obsessed with Bret and loved that he wanted me to be a housewife.” She shuddered at the thought.  “Imagine me as a stay at home mom.  I’ll destroy the house myself just to get away from that.”  

Their mom was not the same after their dad died.  She had been the typical hockey mom up until then.  After, she cared a little too much about her children.  Especially Leia, since she assumed that Leia would be more like her. But Leia is like her father, ambitious and driven, and she had always shunned the idea of just being a housewife. I really love that about her.  That she wanted it all and not just be a support system.  

“Yeah, i get that.  Miranda is the same way.” Luke sighed. “I gotta talk to her about this and about you moving in to the house and stuff.”  He took a long pull of his beer as Leia and I stopped to look at him.  I looked at her and she cleared her throat.  

“Actually, Flyboy, I’m going to stay with Andy.” Luke looks confused now. “What? But...” Her phone rings and she checks it before getting up. “I have to take this.”  

Luke turns to me as soon as she walks away from the table.  “Are you ok with this?” 

I shrug.  “Of course I am.  I offered.  Dude,” i grasp his shoulder, “I promised you I would take care of her if she ever needed me.  I’m keeping that promise.”  

Luke pulls me in for a hug. “Thanks man.”   

“I’ll always be there for the Andrews siblings.”  

If only he knew that i wanted more with his sister.  That i wanted her to be my girl.  That I wanted to be the father of her baby.  That they were my family.  

He would kill me on the spot.  

Look at me with the non-cliffhanger!

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that way «Eddie Roundtree x f!Y/N»

Request/Summary: Anon asked, "Could you do an Eddie Roundtree oneshot based on the song "That Way" by Tate McRae ft Jeremy Zucker with a childhood friend of the band who also lives in California?" AN: Heyy! This is my first time writing a full oneshot/imagine since like 2019 when I was a literal child and in my MHA phase, so it's not the best thing ever... but it'll have to suffice 😙 Anyways, this imagine is MY interpretation of the song. I don't want people telling me to change how I've written my story (the only exception is constructive criticism on grammar, little fiddly bits in the story and ways to expand the plot a bit ❤️) Also Anon, I hope this is okay! I kept the song elements and childhood bsf part so... 😅 ---------------------------------- Word Count: 1.4k ------------------------------------- Warnings: Angst, Mentions of drug use and alcohol use, a bit fluffy, breakdown/kinda a depressive episode, short...hehe. --------------------------------

SFW

You and Eddie Roundtree have been friends forever. So, when he asked you to move with his band 4 months ago, you jumped at the chance. You were unaware, however, of the amount of partying that this would involve. You had always been a ballsy person but even some of the stuff that Graham was doing was a bit out of your comfort zone. 

When you were little, Eddie lived next door, sneaking through bedroom windows to comfort each other during storms and playing your piano, coming up with little songs. You were each other’s first kiss and Eddie took you to prom. Everyone said you two would get married one day. You said ‘no’. He said ‘maybe’. You still do stuff like that together but he’s off with groupies half the time. You hate to think it but, you feel like you are something more than just best friends…

Jealousy has overtaken your creativity lately. Every song you write is about him and you can’t fathom the fact that you might like him more than the unbreakable bond you’ve made over the years. Shit, you might even love him.

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“Hey Y/N! Come join us!”

You look over and see Warren and some other guys smoking something from a bong and you agreed. Anything to get your mind off Eddie dragging that girl to his room.

During the day, he’s the sweetest most loving person you’ll ever meet, but at night… You hate to think what else he does than hook up. It’s like he’s making you run in circles, constantly, you hate it. In fact, it’s almost draining. So, drowning out your sorrows in drugs and alcohol seems like the perfect solution.

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3 hours later and you’re pissed and high wearing a halter neck bralette and flared jeans, wishing that you didn’t exist. That this stupid crush didn’t exist.

That Eddie and you never existed.

So, as you lay there on the couch, listening to the unwanted people still vacating the house, you start to cry. You want to leave but, getting up wasn’t the easiest thing when you’re bawling your eyes out, drunk and high and surrounded by people you don’t even know. But you proceed to someone’s room, that definitely isn’t yours. To your surprise, there aren’t any girls in here anymore. Or a boy. You lay on the double bed in the middle of the room and ponder, still crying. Just wondering whether moving here was the right choice after all.

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You awake, unaware that you fell asleep in the first place. It’s not cold like how it was when you came into the empty room. You turn around to find that Eddie was the reason you didn’t have frostbite. Peeling his arm from your torso, you sit up and regain consciousness before standing up and walking to your room.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You turn to find a sleepy Eddie Roundtree at the end of his bed, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

“To bed.” You reply, clearly annoyed. Yet, some people just can’t take the hint.

“But you were in bed.”

“My bed dumbass. Besides you probably just fucked some groupie-“ you stopped yourself, but it was too late. Eddie looked at you concerned; you could only tell by the small slither of moonlight coming from the window.

He stood up and approached you slowly taking note of the vulnerable state you put yourself in.

“What are you talking about?”

He cupped your cheeks and his palms felt warm, you felt at home.

“The girl... from earlier... didn’t you-“ He cut you off. Your faces so close together that your lips almost touched. You didn’t like that. You felt like he was taking advantage of you, but oh well, it’s Eddie motherfucking Roundtree we’re talking about here.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Y/N.” He did in fact know what you were talking about. Not only was it horrible but she wasn’t you. And that’s what hurt him the most.

But it hurt you more.

You sigh, pulling his hands away from your face.

“Too high to remember?”

He didn’t answer only looked down in shame.

“Of course.” You scold him as your eyes start to water. You can’t keep them back like you normally would, which means that your heart is officially broken.

You peel away from him and run through the house to the rooftop. You sit on the ledge and cry until you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“Y’know, friends don’t look at friends that way.” It’s Karen.

You wipe away your tears and turn to face her, “huh…?”

“I heard everything... are you okay?” You nod, it’s not the most reassuring thing ever, but it works.

“Anyways, what were you saying? About the friend’s thing?”

Karen smiles sadly, “He looks at you the same way Camila looks at Billy, or how Graham looks at me. He loves you, Y/N. And I can tell you love him too.”

You look down, as if ashamed that you love him, that someone knows you love him.

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Eddie paces around his room. He knows he fucked up but there aren’t very many ways he can repair what he had broken. Trust. Comfort. Love. He overthought everything through so heavily that he became dizzy. Getting drunk again as if it might mend the hole in his heart for a little while. It didn’t. He was just drunk and delusional. Eddie put his hands to his head in frustration, making his headache, heartache and longing for your arms around his waist. Like you always would whenever you missed him. You wished you could do that too.

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“Friends don’t look at friends that way.” That was repeating in your head non-stop over the next few days making your mind blurry and incognitive. Locking yourself in your room and staring at the void in your wall for hours on end wasn’t healthy. You knew this, you just didn’t give a shit. Even though everyone was worried you convinced yourself no one cared. That Eddie will never love you. That no one will ever love you. This obviously not true because 4 days after the ‘incident’, Eddie walks into your room. You were crying on the floor, next to a blanket and a box of tissues.

“Hey... We’re all really worried y’know.” He assures. You just lean on his shoulder as he sits down next to you and wraps his arm around your shoulder. It was nice there. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a small wave of happiness.

“I’m sorry.” You choke out. Still crying and overwhelmed.

“For what exactly? I was the one who fucked a bunch of girls and still thought that I deserved the most amazing one of all.” He chuckled. You smiled. Until you didn’t. Raising your head from his shoulder, turning to face him,  your face grew the grimacing emotion of anxiety.

“Do… Do you love me, Eddie?”

“Of course, Y/N. Who wouldn’t lo-“

“No. Do you love me, Eddie Roundtree. I need to know because this is what your games, or whatever the fuck you’re playing me at, has done to me.”  You grasp his hand, solemnly. His face contorts into something you haven’t seen from him before. He’s about to cry.

“Why the fuck would you ever think I didn’t love you as more than friends, Y/N? I have loved you the second I laid eyes on you. The minute you showed me how to play piano. The hour I spent making you a stupid sign to ask you to prom. I just figured you had other people in mind. That we were strictly platonic-“

You cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for the kiss you have both longed for since you laid eyes on each other. The passionate, painful, loving, gentle kiss you had needed since you knew you loved each other. With no words said, you have told Eddie a million things.

“Karen told me this thing, the night of the party…” Eddie said as the kiss broke. As if on que, you said in unison,

“Friends don’t look at friends that way…”

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[earlgodwin]

“I had an amazing personal journey to go on with that character and hopefully I presented it with a sense and reality and hopefully you will feel a bit sorry for the guy. I don’t think he’s useless. Everyone says he’s a useless coward. He’s just placed in some shit situations. I mean he would have won Forli. He would have kicked ass at Forli if his character had let him know the other Sforza was coming to cut him down from the rear...I mean what’s [Cesare’s] beef? He makes me lose a war, then he blames it all on me and then he kills me, but I’m not entirely sure why he kills me...I think out of jealousy sometimes.Huge jealousy. I also believe if Lucrezia hadn’t come over in the first season during the first war, he would have led all his troops into death. He’s not afraid of dying in that sense, he’s afraid of not being liked or loved and being left by his family. If Jeremy (Rodrigo) disowned him he would have done it. I don’t think he’s a coward in that sense. I don’t even think he’s that much a coward. It’s just his entire family, whether they know it or not, has been ganging up on him from the very beginning of the first season. What’s the problem with him? I think he’s lovely. I think he’s really kind and compassionate and cuddly.” (x)

[mysticpaintertraveler]

He was a lot different than I expected. He’s a lot more aggressive and judgemental, kind of like Foxy. Got me nervous the first time I tried to hang out with him. It took him a while to get used to the pizzeria and to us. Though he still wasn’t sure about us, especially after what Foxy did. 

They were first brought here by a mysterious portal. Fortunately, they found a way to go back to their home. Their Golden Freddy was a lot more powerful than ours since he’s able to break some forms of reality. They were able to open another portal back home (much to our surprise), but Freddy, Chica, and Puppet’s counterpoint begged to stay here for a while. I have to admit before we found out the truth, it was a bit embarrassing to watch. In the end, our counterpoints agree.

So there I was, trying to hang out with my counterpart. He kept looking around, not out of curiosity but more as fear and distrust. He also kept holding his guitar as some type of weapon. 

“I want the two of us to be alone right now, if you don’t mind?”, he nervously asked. 

I agreed and we went to a room far away from everyone. Once there, he asked me how I was made to be alive. I didn’t notice it then, but when he said ‘alive’, he sounded so scared. I told him it was due to the manager's programming. His face was full of relief, shock, and jealousy. 

His expression then turned neutral as he gave me a slight nod and left the room. I was left in a state of confusion. Why did he react the way he did? Were they made to be alive in a different way? 

When I finally exited the room, I noticed something that shocked all of us. There were our counterparts, just having fun and being a family. I mean, that part wasn't really much of a surprise. We do consider ourselves families, but it's the way they were treating their Golden Freddy. 

They were treated with respect and care, not really being left out of anything. With their Shadow Freddy, she was looked up to as guidance and she treated them with love, like they were her little siblings or something similar. The other toys were acting like uncles or aunts to our counterparts. 

It was all strange to see. I looked over at Goldie. He had a look of sadness and envy, while our Shadow Freddy just looked on with anger in his eyes. I noticed the others looking over at them as well. Everyone knew of the incident between Goldie, Shadow Freddy, Freddy, and Toy Freddy. The two latters were looking on with the look of distribution. 

That was the last straw for Foxy. He blew up and started shouting accusations and insults. Everything was thrown into chaos. Our counterparts started defending the other Golden Freddy and Shadow Freddy, while Foxy tried to ‘pull the wood off their eyes’. Some of us even started to join Foxy. It grew too much and the truth was revealed. 

We're trying to calm things down now. I see the others trying to make up peace with their counterparts. Mine isn't talking much to me, but I'm letting Jeremy know that he can talk to me whenever he likes.

[thedarkangelpuppet]

fnaf deathorder redo for real this time

1983 most likely October

Charlie (dying on the night of CC's birthday aka. Halloween a bit after the bite)mentioned in the novel

“My mother,” Charlie said. “She was dressed up as a princess. It was a Halloween party. John, go to November first.”

John struggled briefly with the controls, and then it was there. The headline was small, but it was on the front page of the paper on Monday, November 1: TODDLER SNATCHED. Charlie turned away. John began to read aloud, and Charlie cut in, stopping him.-

CC (dies later in the hospital) thanks to the cake the two halloween dlc's that followed and , the its me easter egg and everything we see in the dreadbear dlc. we can assume his party was on Halloween and thats where Charlie was killed and that he was bitten by golden freddy at the time died later in the hospital went to posess his golden freddy plush based on what happend to Jake in Real Jake only to later posess golden freddy

1985

Susie's dog

Susie

Jeremy

Gabriel

Fritz

Cassidy

note in that order because in fnaf vr we see Freddy being posessed and Chica and Bonnie were already there proped up. Chica was the first as we know from Custom night and so on

and the last of the order is revealed by the Balloons.

purple - Bonnie is second

Foxy is fourth

golden freddy is five.

???

Elizabeth is a bit more confusing.

she has to die after Charlie (mainly course baby in that universe is made to be an adult Charlie)cause thats what the novel hints at but we don't have a specific date.the ball needle things are there like the novel and theres also the whole the 'baby is not mine' thing that could refer to Circus Baby not being William's creation. even if it follows all of William's way of designing animatronics. Even if the game timeline has it be William's creation I think its more of the hint that the timeline would still place Elizabeth's death after Charlottes

also pointing out that both Vanessa and abby in the movie are alive while Garret is already dead which supports the Elizabeth dies later than CC.

Micheal and William are another odd one.

does Micheal die first or William? we know William has to be springlocked when he destroyes the animatronics. Micheal has to be scooped before he can start his journey of freeing the souls.

I feel William died before Micheal. but god the timeline is so weird when it comes to this. William was locked in the storeroom for 30 years.

but i also think that this theory makes a good point

that also means that Micheal dying has to happen after fnaf 3....which is so confusing. lets assume that fnaf 3 takes place 2015ish maybe like 30 years after the missing kids thats the earliest fnaf 3 could be. the other idea is 30 years after fnaf 1 i guess...?

so lets figure out the dates of fnaf 1 and fnaf 2.

fnaf 1 has no specific date listed (interesting through is that in the fnaf movie its 2000 and the pizzaria is abandoned and the tapes are old)

lets assume the odor is not because mike is dead yet but because he is tempering with the animatronics and gets the odor of the corpses on him.

to note is fnaf 2 has two guards one is not Micheal but Jeremy.

Jeremy's shifts are in 1987 he also doesn't temper with the animatronics. I personally like the Idea that Jeremy is either Micheal's friend the bonnie bully or William trying to sneak into Freddy's to do the whole destroying the animatronics thing. (aka in the books he was a guard named Dave) if this is there freddys shut down it would make fnaf 3 take place 2017ish i guess

Micheal is Fritz who we don't have a date for the slip for him has no date.

so heres the order I am proposing>

Charlie first (makes sense for Henry's speech aswell but still sorta after CC's accident giving William a motive besides Jealousy)

CC

Susie's dog and Susie

Jeremy as in the Bonnie Spirit

Gabriel

Fritz

Cassidy

( Elizabeth's death) I guess if your on board with the Molten Freddy aka the funtimes are remains of the Missing kids after being melted down)

William

Micheal

Henry

[smashing-teacups]

A Breath of Snow and Christmas

Summary:

It is Christmas Eve, and Dr. Claire Beauchamp's third week on the pediatric rotation at Boston Children's Hospital.

One of her patients is a very special four-year-old named Claudel.

And his favorite nurse, Jamie, is intent upon making Christmas magical for the little lad.

A three part modern AU Outlander Christmas series.

“And last but certainly not least,” said Dr. Hildegarde over the flutter of shuffling notes, “we have our friend Claudel—”

A high-pitched squeal of laughter cut her off, and a dozen pairs of smiling eyes glanced up to watch the friend in question whirl like a tornado around a large redheaded man.

“Who is that? Who goes there?!”

The little boy let out another shriek of delight as the man’s booming voice added, with exaggerated indignation, “Heyyy, where did my— who stole my phone?! I ken I had it in my pocket jes’ a second ago!”  

With a fond shake of her head, our attending looked back down at her clipboard. “Four-year-old male, admitted with cystic fibrosis exacerbation. Go ahead, Dr. Beauchamp.”

Lips still twitching with amusement, I cleared my throat. “Right, Claudel LaRue, direct admit from home for pseudomonas flare. Got his PICC line on the 16th, we are on day”—a pause to check my notes—“eight of zosyn and tobramycin, and as you can see, he appears to be feeling much better.” A collective chuckle rose from our team as the child bounded onto his hospital bed and began an enthusiastic victory dance, waving the stolen phone over his head.

“G-tube feeds going well?” my attending prompted. “How are we doing on hydration?

“Better,” I confirmed. “He actually surpassed his fluid goal yesterday, and his weight is up by half a kilo since admission.”

Dr. Hildegarde nodded, making a few notes on her paper. “Any word from foster mom?”

My face fell. “The nurses say she calls every few days to check in, but they haven’t heard from her since Monday.”

A humming, noncommittal noise, another mark on her paper. “Par for the course with this one. Be sure she knows he’s being discharged on the 30th. Last time, she forgot to come pick him up.” With a sigh, she clipped her pen to the top of the chart and tucked the file beneath her arm. “No changes to his orders, then?”

“No, nothing for today.”

“Very good. That’s it for the morning, then, everyone. Have a safe holiday, and stay warm out there. Call if you need me, Claire.”

I gave a small salute, exchanging goodbyes and Merry-Christmases with the other members of my team as they dispersed posthaste, eager to get home to their families. As the last of the clacking heels and Oxfords disappeared around the corner, little Claudel let out another squeal, smoothing over the needleprick of jealousy in my heart.

Drawn to the sounds of joy, I sauntered to the open door and leaned against its frame, watching with tender amusement as the Scotsman spun in circles, making a show of trying to find the thief who had stolen his phone. I’d only been on the pediatrics rotation for three weeks, but I recognized him as one of the nurses on the unit; at well over six feet tall, with a mop of russet curls and an unmistakable brogue, he was difficult to miss. His name started with a J, I thought — Jeremy? Jason?...

“Ah, Dr. Beauchamp!” he exclaimed as I rapped my knuckles on the doorjamb. “Thank goodness ye’re here.”  

At once mildly (pleasantly) surprised that he knew my name and a bit ashamed that I couldn’t reciprocate, I tried to cover the deficit with a chuckle. “Having a bit of trouble in here?”

“He can’t see me!” Claudel crowed, blue eyes sparkling. “I’m inbisible!”

Catching on to the game, I gasped, jumping back. “Who said that?!”

The little boy howled with delight, flinging himself onto the bed and kicking his legs up in the air. I exchanged warm glances with the Scotsman — Christ, what was his name? — who blinked both eyes at me in a quick, owl-like movement that I only realized belatedly was meant to be a wink.

“He looks so much better,” I remarked, leaning in toward him to speak sotto vocce.

“Aye,” the man agreed just as softly, both of our eyes locked on the boy. “Really turned a corner in the last couple’ve days.”

“Did he get his breathing treatment already this morning?”

“No’ sure.” At my inquisitive look, he smiled a bit bashfully. “I’m, ah… I’m not actually his nurse today. Just here as a friend.” Keep reading...

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Nicolas and Herb

The fact that Sissi started being in good relationship with the other Lyoko warriors and got more in that group as time went on meant that the trio of Sissi, Nicolas and Herb started drifting apart. Nicolas was the one that minded the least since while being a bit meatheaded he wasn't really a bad guy nor that unpleasant to be with, so he eventually found another group that shared some of his hobbies. Herb on the other side didn't took it that well, having an unidirectional crush on Sissi meant that when he saw her passing more and more time with the guys he didn't like, in particular with Jeremie he became bitterer that he already was. The bad blood he had with Jeremie becoming full on hate fueled by jealousy, even if Sissi told him that there was nothing between them two. As time went on Herb became as annoying and as a problem as Sissi was on the original series. The difference is that as time went on and her character develop, Sissi found out she felt guilty for using Herb so blatantly in the past. She believed that what he needed was a group to belong to. A place where he could be himself and sand out all his jagged edges. Jeremie and her ended up hatching a plan precisely to do that, bringing to Herb's attention a robot building competition. During that competition, Sissi made sure to hype up Herb to the other participants, which after seeing the finals of the tournament (Jeremie vs Herb) where Herb won by the skin of his teeth, they were all too eager to try and befriend what in their eyes was a young genius. Sissi had a heart to heart with Herb as well and told him that while she would still be his friend, he needed a group of their own, one where he could really be himself and not just trying to look as someone cool that stomped on everyone else, because she could confirm that that road left her with pieces of guilt that were hard to come to peace with. Herb had an oportunity to try and have a good time, to have a place where he could be comfortable in his own skin, Sissi told him to not miss the opportunity but that was his own choice to make. After that, Sissi left him and saw how he went with the group of teens that had participated as well and started talking. She didn't know if this would work or Herb's ego would stop him from making genuine connections but she had done all she could. Because just as Yumi and Jeremie had done with her what felt like a long time ago, she had given Herb an oportunity.

7

[tf2-oneshots]

Dad spy trying to explain to scout that he is in fact his dad and not tom jones. Tomfoolery ensues. This is up to interpretation make of this ask what you will. Thank you, xoxo.

Using this as my first angst prompt sorry in advance!

Warnings: angst, abandonment, past bullying

Rating: Teen and up

Two dainty knocks land on Scout’s door. Must be Spy. When you work with the same eight guys for six years, you memorize how each one of them knocks on your door. Scout sets his comic book aside and sits upright on his bed. So much for a lazy Sunday.

“Come in.” He calls out. Spy opens the door, taking only a couple steps into the room. He peers around as if to ensure that no one else was present. She really wishes someone was here to avoid this.

“Scout, I would like to talk to you about something.” The door shuts behind Spy, but he doesn’t move. Like he’s frozen where he stands. God, how did her plan go? He thought of the millions of ways this could end, and only one was a good ending.

“Uh, okay? What is it?” Scout raises a brow. Usually, people only talk to him when he has a contract or did something wrong. On the rare occasion, its to move his motorcycle to another parking spot. Why does she look so emotionless?

Spy takes a seat on the edge of Scout’s bed. The man pulls his legs against his chest, giving her a bit of room. Everything feels so surreal. Maybe this is just a dream, and Spy will gasp awake in his bed when Scout throttles him. She really hopes it’s all just a dream.

“Tom Jones died in his 20s, Scout. You are aware of this, yes?” Off to a weird start. Scout prides himself in being the president of the Tom Jones fan club. He knows every single fact about the man down to the exact instruments he uses in every song. To not know how old his idol was when Merasmus broke his neck, according to the newspapers at least, would be unheard of.

“Uh, yeah. Too young to go if, uh, you ask me.” Spy nods. They can agree on that. Dying before 30 is tragically young for anyone, famous or not. She looks over to the younger man whose gaze is focused on a Tom Jones poster.

“Much too young. Too young to be your father as well.” He braces for a slap, but nothing happens. Scout stays silent. Maybe he didn’t hear her. Maybe he doesn’t want to hear. Spy takes a slow breath, back to staring at the wall.

“Scout, I…” It’s right there. Right fucking there on her tongue. He can taste the words begging to slip from his lips. Spy hates what a coward he is. She spent 24 years on the run, but the past caught up to bite her in the ass. Damn, does he wish he had a cigarette.

“I…met a woman in my youth. She had seven children, and I adored them. So much so that…we made an eighth. His name was Jeremy.” Damnit, damnit, damnit all! She always dances around with hidden meanings and half assed phrases. It seems that Spy’s own heart wears a mask.

“You…were that boy. Scout, I—“ As he turns to Scout, she sees the disgust on his face. His button nose scrunched tightly with eyes narrowed. Scout gets off of his bed, staring down at Spy.

“Don’t fucking joke about that.” His legs are shaking. Scout tries to breathe, but it’s short and trembling. How could Spy be so cruel to say that? Scout remembers how miserable being fatherless was as a child. He watched so many dads carry their sons into ice cream shops. He saw them in the stands wearing messy ties made in Home EC during sewing lessons.

It wasn’t just jealousy he suffered from. When word got out about Scout not having a dad, he was tormented relentlessly. He spent one Father’s Day getting shoved in a locker. That’s when he dislocated his shoulder and had to fend off an eighth grader with one hand. He really wishes his last oldest brother didn’t move on to high school that year.

“Scout, I have nothing to gain from a joke. You’re my son, and I’m so sorry for leaving.” Spy sighs, fighting the lump in her throat. She remembers the swarm of little boys around his legs, eager to meet their new baby brother. He still recalls sitting on the floor, chuckling as they surrounded him, leaning in to finally meet Jeremy.

“My dad’s dead.” That’s what Ma told him on his seventh birthday. Scout had grown curious as to why all of his friends had dads but not him. Not any of his brothers actually unless the handful of birthday cards in the mail counts. A couple with money and others empty without even a drop of ink written on them.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, so I told your mother to say that.” It was heartbreaking how unfazed Caroline was when Spy told her. She had endured it seven times before, so how painful could an eighth be? The only part that stung, she admitted, was that Spy bothered to stay. Even if only long enough to witness Scout’s first steps, he gave Caroline hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, someone else could commit to the parent role.

Scout turns away, fists clenched before he grips his hair. Ma would never lie to him. She’s a good mother, and she loves Scout more than anything. She’d be honest if his dad was a deadbeat who was in over his head. All of his older brothers know what happened to their dads. Dead, arrested, second family, ran off, and so forth.

“Scout, please, I—“ Spy stands, placing a hand on his shoulder only for it to be shrugged off. Scout keeps his head down to stare at his feet. He gulps, eyes shut to fight back tears.

“My dad is dead.” That’s the truth. That’s the only truth. Scout won’t listen to anything else. His dad died when he was a baby. There’s a headstone somewhere in America with his name etched onto it. Scout will never meet him no matter what.

“…Okay.” Spy purses her lips. He nods, trying to understand how Scout feels. Maybe one day he’ll come around. Maybe he’ll stab her in her sleep. He wipes away tears and takes a breath before leaving the younger’s room. Some things are better left the way they are.

Poor Spy can we get an F in the chat -H

[valleyfthdolls]

FNAF ask game 🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥

🍦

🐇❔

🐰👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

😇🐻

:P

🍦(Elizabeth Afton)

Elizabeth I imagine was someone who really, really wanted to be a good daughter and sister. To people outside of her family, she had a very good reputation among adults, but kids tended to hate her because she had a strong mean streak and tendency to act out.

🐇❔(Mrs. Afton/Afton Mom)

Uhhhhhhhh. She had an affinity for music, and she tried really hard to make her marriage with William work and acted the part of the submissive housewife to appease him until she couldn't handle doing that anymore and left, which prompted William to lash out out of jealousy and kill Charlie (and maybe her as well). I like to call her Nicole, short for Nicolette.

Since I already did the Afton family, I'm gonna substitute this one for 🎂👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 (the MCI's Families; what were they like?)!

Susie: Lived with her mother, sister, stepfather and stepbrother. Her mother was super chill and let her do whatever she wanted, where her stepfather took it upon himself to teach Susie to be polite and know right from wrong.

Jeremy: Lived with his mother and father. They were young parents who were new to the whole thing, and ended up spoiling Jeremy absolutely rotten to make sure he was happy.

Gabriel: Lived with his mother, father, and many siblings. He was the baby of the family. His siblings teased him a bit, but he was close with his parents.

Fritz: Lived with her mother and father, who worked at the pizzeria (which is how she ends up following Freddy's from New Harmony where the bite of 83 happened to Hurricane where she would've died). They were very busy trying to provide for her.

😇🐻 (was Henry a pretty good person, or did he Also suck in his own way?)

Compared to William he was a good person and good father. Just not compared to the average person or father.

Part of this wasn't entirely his fault, as he just had a naturally introverted, shy and abrasive personality which made him not good with people or kids. However, with his children, he displayed obvious favoritism for Charlie, and just like William, he pushed his kids into the idea of an ideal family. He valued them following his rules over their emotional needs being prioritized, and he was overprotective to Charlie, leaving her struggling to do things for herself, and inattentive to Sammy, to the point that he became neglectful and basically ignored that Sammy existed after Charlie died.

Ask game is here! Asks are welcome and appreciated :]

[kmze]

What’s your top 10 underrated sterolines scenes/moments? Yes i ask for 10 scenes because steroline have so many underrated scenes and we need to talk about it more! :D

Okay I tried really hard to not pick obvious ones that I know have been discussed a lot because I agree there's so many scenes we need to talk about! That's the beauty of a slow burn like Steroline there's so much progression over the seasons of them being built up! All these moments are pre-romantic too.

1x16: The one outside the Salvatore house, Caroline is pouting after trying to reason with Elena about how she's feeling and Elena as usual not taking her friends feelings into consideration. Stefan walks up and clearly sees how Caroline feels and he gives Matt the keys to his car to give Caroline time alone with Matt away from Elena. Knowing her better than her "best friend" already.

2x03: After Caroline fed on Matt she talks to Stefan about what she should do and Stefan tells her he's the last person she should ask because if he took his own advice he wouldn't be with Elena. The way Stefan is so open with Caroline here, he doesn't try to hide that he knows he's making a mistake and pretending to be the good guy he tells her the truth. There's this moment of silent communication between them as they nod to each other that just really gets me, they just have a connection already.

2x09: Stefan letting Caroline see his insecurity about Damon and Elena when he assumes that's why Elena had Caroline lie to him. We know as of 1x22 how scared Stefan is that Elena is going to chose Damon over him and this is very early in his friendship with Caroline and he just doesn't hold back that fear. Then Caroline bless her heart says "ew" because she cannot fathom Elena ever choosing anyone over Stefan.

2x20: After Stefan "steals" Caroline from Matt by asking if he can dance with her and he tells Caroline Klaus is there to warn her there's this small moment where she holds him a bit tighter as they look around surveying the area. I felt like subconsciously Caroline was gripping Stefan to protect her because he told her he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

3x20: When Stefan is freaking out that Elena is with Esther and Caroline just says "hey" and he instantly starts to relax, they hardly interacted this whole season but no matter how much time passed she still gave him comfort in that moment (note Tyler looking on perhaps a hint of jealousy...)

4x07: When Caroline shakes in disgust at the idea of Damon and Elena while hyping up Stefan and Stefan has this cute little smile and laugh watching her. His life is so unbelievably crappy (he basically was forced out of his own house by his ex-gf and brother) and yet just being around Caroline is enough to make him smile and laugh and forget about that because that's what makes her her.

4x15: There's silent communication in a few scenes when Caroline and Stefan are in Elena's house and trying to figure out what to do with the fact that Elena won't accept that Jeremy is dead. Also when he hands her tea/coffee out on the porch because that became their thing!

5x04: That Amnesia Stefan couldn't remember Elena's name when he saw her again but with Caroline he remembered her FULL NAME, that she was his best friend and that she was much hotter than the pictures he'd been studying. It's the fact that without his Katherine memories Caroline was the one he was drawn to (I'm sorry Elena was throwing herself at him) she was the one who stopped the ripper and she's the one he trusted.

5x21: That Stefan thinks that Caroline is literally magic and will find any excuse to talk about her! Elena mentions unicorns and the first thing Stefan thinks of is Caroline (and bonus Caroline says in 8x10 that her dream mind world would have unicorns).

6x05: After Stefan says Caroline will never have to deal with him again and she says is that what he thinks she wants and he says "I don't know you tell me" and there is this LOOK between them and you cannot convince me that Stefan in this moment is hoping those more than friendship feelings he has for her (that he pushed away) she's going to admit here that she has them to.