#i need. to finish that document...................................

[huntingcupid]

BABAERO WITH LARA RAJ

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being a single mom with no support is hard, definitely — you'd have to juggle taking care of your toddler whilst trying to finish shifts in your work, often times you'll bring your kid to work but you know how annoying it must be for your co-workers — so you searched endlessly online even asking other parents where they find babysitters

you didn't have much money, and the father of your kid didn't pay any child support which made making ends meets merely impossible, so life has been hell lately — the extra 100$ in your bank you used to find babysitters

here you are 2am still awake sipping on coffee that had long gone cold, working on a document due the next morning, you massage your temples trying to stay positive — you then come across a post on facebook

“babysitting only for 20$ an hour” it read — you immediately clicked on the link, sending you to an private message with a girl named lara raj, she seemed extremely young, almost like a college student, yet you shrugged and sent a text, eager to find someone to help you

[you]: hello, are you available for the following days, and what are your rates/rules.

the girl takes 30 minutes before responding, you didn't take it as weird since it is late — your phone then rings with a notification she had responded

[lararajj]: oh hi!, i am available, my rate is 20 - 25$ a hour depending on the kids age and conditions

[you]: great, my kid is very nice and obedient, he's only 3 years old, and he's starting to read and write

[lararajj] that seems good, ill see you in that day, just send me the address ^^

[you]: xxx.ave lot, 000 — thank you so much sweetheart

you smile to yourself, sighing out of relief — finally you'll have time to take an extra shift which will give you extra money, maybe you'd be able to buy the ipad your kid has been raving about

you finish typing on your laptop, and decide to start your day since it is almost 4am — you clean up and ironed your uniform hanging it neatly near your bed

you sit next to your kid, wiping away his sweat since you didn't have air-conditioning in the room, you teared up a bit feeling sorry for your son, before standing up and taking a shower

after the shower you get into uniform, the clock struck 7am and you woke up your son, feeding him some muffins you had bought last night — you got him ready and told him about lara, “you'll behave for her cause mommy would be gone for work, be a good boy okay?” your son nodded smiling at you, you melt feeling so proud of how much he has grown, how it felt like yesterday he couldn't even walk, “I'll be good mom!” he giggles

you wait about 30 minutes and hear the doorbell ring, a woman's voice at the other side of the door — you unlock the door as your son hid behind you, you held his hand tightly squeezing

“hello darling, lara right?” you confirm shaking the younger woman's hand, she smiles and flashes you her pearly whites, at that moment you felt a familiar heat in your tummy that you chose to ignore, “yes ma'am, your beautiful by the way” lara compliments as she enters the home

she settles on your sofa, waving at your son, he softly waved back earning him a smile from the woman, “lara I'm terribly sorry my house is quite the mess, but here's your first 20, ill be back by 9pm maybe, his bedtime is 7pm and everything you'll need is in the fridge, call me if you need anything” you explain the younger girl nods

lara couldn't focus at all, she was busy practically eye fucking you, her eyes trained on where your blouse was unbuttoned, showing your cleavage off — the girl had to just smile and nod

“your such an angel lara, thank you so much” you smiled softly, hugging the girl — “welcome, see you later then?” she asks you nod in response

your son runs up to you hugging you tightly as he says his goodbyes, “bye mommy” he pouts, “bye, behave okay?” your son nods before you leave the house, you sat on the driver's seat of your car, sighing contently

you drove to work, happy that you can focus and get extra pay, the radio played some pretty good songs, that made your mood better

work was a whole other story, tiring was an understatement, your jerk of a boss gave you so much work, well his work, you'd silently roll your eyes muttering a few cuss words — your fingers got tired from typing thousands of words, rather you decided to push through knowing your little boy was waiting for you

you often checked your phone, to see if lara maybe texted or called you, surprisingly nothing, but she sent a picture, one of your son laying in your bed, yet what you saw was lara's reflection in the mirror beside your bed, she really is a beautiful girl, you place your phone down focusing yet again on the work you still had to finish

hours ticked by painfully slow, you practically slouched over your laptop, well until it hit 9pm, the office was empty at this point, only your boss and another worker was in the building

you sign out, then headed for your car, driving silently, you hum as you wait in traffic, seeing a big red bee in the distance, jollibee, you thought of buying some food for both lara and your son — you pull up at the drive through ordering a chicken bucket and some adobo rice

after you drove home, you pull at the driveway, parking, you took your bags and the food inside – knocking lara opens the door, her attire changed or maybe she removed her jacket, she's now only wearing a tank top and her sweats — you search behind her but didn't see your kid

“oh he's asleep, i bought some ice cream earlier since he begged me” lara chuckles softly, you crack a smile sitting on the sofa, lara sits next to you getting the bag of food and placing it on the table

the house was practically shining with how clean it is, “thank you so much darling, this is too much” you frown slightly, the girl only gets closer to you till your thighs were touching, “i know it's hard raising kids by yourselves, it's the least i can do miss” lara says — “call me y/n, sweetheart” you replied taking her hand in yours squeezing it tightly

lara had a thing whenever you called her any name at all, gosh she couldn't even hide the tent in her pants, “i have to go to the restroom though” lara hastily says running to the cr, you were confused but just hummed

in the restroom lara pulled down her sweats, stroking her length — she whimpered, her tip red from how sensitive she was, “m-mommy” she whimpers imagining you helping her, imagining your breast wrapped around her dick

you hear the whimpers and rush to the restroom, concerned with the younger girl, “lara, darling are you okay there?” you asked knocking on the door, despite you asking at least 8 times she didn't respond, you grew more concerned, “lara I'm coming in okay?” you say

you open the door only to be met with lara, her sweats and boxers down, her hands pumping her cock, as she moaned your name, the girls face is flushed — lips quivering

“I'm sorry” she mutters yet her hands never stopped, you didn't know how to feel, rather you felt the need to help the girl out, it's your fault why she's needy now

“shh, come on lara” you whisper, removing her hands from her own rod, you get on your knees closing the door behind you two, you kiss the tip marveling at how big it is, “mommy” lara whines, pushing your head down, you choke around her length

saliva dropping from your mouth like a waterfall, she pushed your head deeper, hitting the back of your throat — your eyes roll back, gosh she tasted amazing, salty and tangy like, “you like that?, being a whore for my cock?” lara condescendingly teased, you whimper yet felt how wet it got you

each word that slipped out of her mouth felt like a spell, making you needier by the second, “fuck, I'm close — mommy please” lara pleads, you suck harder, licking her tip before you felt a gush of warm sticky fluid flooding your throat and mouth, “swallow, don't fucking spit bitch” — you obeyed like clockwork

lara pulls out of your mouth, her hands on your jaw, making you look up at her, she smirked enjoying how wrecked you looked, “mommy, you look amazing” she muses tracing over your lips slick with her release, she leads you both out to the sofa area, laying you down on the sofa as she removes your blouse

“shit these look perfect” she says staring shamelessly at your tits, her other hand massaging it as she removes your pants next, you were wet, it bled through your pants even showing a small patch of wetness, “you're so wet mommy” lara teased tracing over your lacy undergarment, “please lara” you begged

she smiles sweetly, finally removing yours underwear, her finger collecting the slick of your folds, circling your clit — you moan quietly biting your tongue, she pushes her dick in, making you whine as you felt her touch your womb, its been oh too long since you last had sex and this just felt amazing

“baby, please” you plead, lara smirks speeding up her thrusts, her grip tight on your hips, your breast bounced as she roughly thrusts in you — “fuck your cunt is so warm, mommy” lara grunts, her hands flew to your nipples twisting and tugging at them

lara could barely take it anymore, it felt like at any moment she would explode in you, “you like that huh? — fuck, you should be ashamed fucking your sons babysitter” lara husks as she pounded into you with reckless abandon — each hit she kept getting you closer and closer

“n-need to pull out” lara mutters not wanting to cum in you without permission, “no baby, please don't” you beg, lara's eyes lit up going rougher, leaving crescent moon shape on your hips due to her nails

a second later you felt her warm cum flood your senses, painting your insides white, with the sticky fluid — “mommy fuck!” she groaned, after a while she pulls out leaving you breathless and aching for her length

lara gave you a glass of water and helped you get dressed before she picked up her things ready to leave, “wait, darling — I haven't paid you yet” you rush next to her handing a pile of crippled 10s and 1 dollars

“don't need that, you already paid me enough tonight” lara chuckles, grasping your hands warming them before she left — you open your hands seeing 200$ in them sneaked by the younger girl, you smile

you knew she was gonna babysit for about three more days, and you'll get to pay her in more ways than money ;)

wc: 1.8k words

[nogutsnogloria]

summary: late night exciting news

andrew pope cody x reader

a/n: i actually don’t like this one but i was having a panic attack (not about this, about something else) and while i felt like i was dying i only could imagine my parents like finding this doc or something open when they went to clean everything up. that was enough to just post it so it’s not sitting in a document anymore.

this is a first. you are wide awake and andrew is peacefully sleeping beside you. not wanting to wake him by tossing and turning you strategically untangle yourself with him and head into the kitchen. the moon is out tonight so you can work by the glow of the moonlight. you quietly grab the electric kettle and start heating up water grabbing a bag of your favorite camomile tea down from the cupboard. once the water boils you pour it into the mug and head out to the patio to listen to the ocean. hoping real life white noise will help make your brain shut off and become tired enough for sleep.

pope is in a state in between being asleep and being awake. he reaches out so that he can cuddle into you and your warmth, but no matter where he reaches he can’t find you in his dream state. he is quick to open his eyes at that and sleepily figure out what is happening. he doesn’t hear you in the bathroom so he is getting out of bed and throwing a pair of sweats over his boxers to search for you in the rest of the house. he sees you sitting outside and wastes no time to join you. he stands behind the chair you are sitting in and rubs his hands up and down your shoulders.

“do you think lena would let us officially adopt her, or would even want us to?” pope doesn’t know if he’s fully awake and functioning enough to properly have this conversation, but he’s going to try. “we could ask her, but i think i am always going to be her uncle pope.” you nod processing what he said. “yeah” it makes perfect sense to you. pope comes around the chair so he can crouch in front of you looking up with his hands resting on your lap. “what are you thinking about?” this is obviously not a thought coming from nowhere, if it has you up in the middle of the night.

you straighten up in the chair and look in his eyes. “i’m pregnant.” you place your hands on top of his in your lap and wait for him to process. his whole face softens and he looks up to you and gives you a smile that makes you weak in the knees. “you are?” he sounds a bit choked up when he asks pulling a hand from yours so he can rest it on your stomach. you nod, your eyes a bit misty. “i took a few tests today, all positive. i still should see a doctor to make sure it’s all viable, but yes all signs point to pregnant.” he’s getting up to place a kiss on your lips. “so the adoption question?” he’s asking because he knows you have thoughts about this.

“well i was trying to figure out how to tell you and most go with ‘you’re going to be a dad’ but that didn’t feel like it would do it justice, because you already kind of do dad things. but ‘you’re going to be a dad again’ didn’t make any sense either. also i want the baby to have lena as an older sister, because she will be so amazing at it. older cousin just doesn’t seem like it would be right, you know? but how does that even makes sense?” he’s can tell you have spent so long thinking about this. “our family dynamic is a bit complicated.” he states matter of factly. you shake your head “i love the way it is, but i would never want lena to feel replaced or that the love is different because she’s not mine biologically, or that i didn’t know her from the day she was born, because that will never be true.” he lets you finish your thoughts.

“she’s loved you since the moment she met you, and i am not just saying that to say it. that first night, that first tea party, i saw her start to become a real kid again, one that wasn’t sad all the time, brightness came back in her eyes, laughter came back into this house. don’t ever think you haven’t been exactly what she needed, exactly what i’ve needed.” you feel the tears well up in your eyes. “i am so excited to see you with a baby, the thoughts do crazy things to me.” he smiles up at you with one of his most devastating looks, the one he knows works best and you immediately want to kiss it right off.

“does things to you? oh really? you have no idea what knowing that you’re pregnant is doing to me.” his hands are rubbing up and down your lap flirting with innocence and inappropriateness as he is also leaning up to kiss you. it’s a messy one that leaves you wanting more. his tongue mapping out the inside of your mouth that draws a whine from the back of your throat. “will you let me take you back to bed?” he’s not playing fair kissing down your jaw, easily finding the spot that makes you not think straight. you give him a breathy “uh-huh” and that’s all it takes he’s picking you up bridal style from the chair you’re in and bringing you back his bed where you belong. forever.

[onethousandrbirds]

The following excerpt has been edited for length and clarity. 

Interview highlights:

Michel Martin: Good morning, senator. We are so very sorry for your loss.

Sen. Amy Klobuchar: Well, thank you, Michel. And our state mourns this incredible woman. She was such a strong speaker. Even some of the Republican legislators have called her one of the most consequential speakers in Minnesota history. Mostly she was just a delightful person. I got to know her. We were both moms in politics and campaigning door to door with little kids. And I just saw her grow and come into this incredible power that she had and that she used so well for the good of our state and the country.

Martin: Thanks so much for sharing those memories. Investigators are calling this a targeted killing. They say the suspect had a hit list or several. What are you hearing about the motive? And do you think that there's an ongoing threat to you and other officials in Minnesota?

Klobuchar: This is an ongoing threat to elected officials overall, not this particular man. One of the things that came out yesterday is there actually were multiple lists. It wasn't just one list. We learned from federal law enforcement, for instance, that I was on another list with lawmakers whose names haven't been made public. I know NPR has not been calling this a manifesto, probably for a good reason. It was a collection of documents which contained multiple lists and other things about issues. We also know abortion providers like Planned Parenthood were on the list. So the ongoing threat is, first of all, they've got to finish their investigation, get the charges done, do everything right so this man never gets out again. Secondly, we in Washington, throughout our country, people who are engaging in this rhetoric that has inflamed an already difficult time in our country have to look at the mirror, people who are posting things on social media that people actually start believing and then acting out on it. So, my hope is in Melissa's memory, and her incredible work, that people are going to reassess how they act in politics and how they treat each other.

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Martin: Do you see any evidence of that? I mean, even among some of your colleagues who have been making certain claims about the person's motives, for which there's no evidence. Do you see any evidence of that, that people are willing to reconsider the way they conduct their public speech and the way they conduct themselves in public life?

Klobuchar: Well, when I get back, I'm going to talk to those colleagues. I can tell you that much. But in Minnesota, we did a joint statement — every member of our delegation, from the most conservative to the liberal — that said, 'We speak with one voice and condemn this politically motivated violence.' There's been an increase from 2016 of 1,700 threats against members to last year, Michel, over 9,000 threats against members. And we're seeing the same thing in the judiciary.

Martin: You also lived through the January 6th attack on the Capitol, and you've been in public life for decades. And, forgive me for asking, but it does make me wonder whether this causes you to rethink your desire to stay in this?

Klobuchar: Not one bit. I just believe when I talk to people during these last few days in my state, in Melissa's memory, I hope that it doesn't cause people not to run, because we need people in office like her. We need people who are willing to get things done, willing to take tough votes and make decisions that are best for this country and willing to actually bring down the rhetoric. Yes, we need more security and that's got to be a priority, but a lot of this is making sure that people who cherish our democracy actually stand up for our democracy and run for office.

The Democratic party will not even bother to save themselves. They will not save you, listen to those who actually want to who were deemed “radical/ fae left.” This country is far right as that targeted assassinations are not treated as a dire warning sign by the “Opposition party.”

[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

“ who did this to you? ” prompt with high school james lee? (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

(Ps: I love your works soso much‼️🫶🏻)

I'm such a prompt noob 😭😭 So… the reader gets hurt here, right ? I have written that way. Anyway, let me know. And Thank you for your kind words! ❤️❤️

It was supposed to be a quick hit, one clean jab to knock the enemy unconscious, enough time to retrieve the documents and slip out unnoticed. But alas, a miscalculation. Your back slammed hard against the wall, blood spilling from your mouth, a faint bruise already blooming on the left side of your face.

You regained control almost instantly, thanks to your quick reflexes. You improvised a new plan on the spot, this time, quite literally, to finish the bastard.

And you did. You got what you were sent for, of course having to break the spine of the crew and its leader. Even though, frankly, those bastard deserved it for ruining your face.

It wasn’t late, per se, but it was later than usual. And James always waited for you, even if you were a minute late. Even when he had his own responsibilities to juggle, he had to see with his own eyes that you came back from these reckless missions in one piece.

The swelling on your cheek and the angry black-and-blue bruises made him rush toward you.

“Before you say anything, I got the documents. And yes, I got hurt. So what?” You were bracing yourself for teasing, for James to poke fun at how a “minor miscalculation” left your face a battlefield—even if the mission was technically a success.

You turned toward the apartment, ready to head in, when suddenly he spun you around to face him.

Just one question. Simple. Sharp. Quiet.

“Who did this to you?”

You blink. “Huh?”

“I asked,” he repeated, voice cold, devoid of any trace of his usual airy charm, “who laid their hands on you?”

“It was just a miscalculation,” you say, taken aback. “They shoved me into the wall and tried to encircle me to beat me up. But of course, they couldn’t,” you add with a weak smile. It hurt to move your cheek.

“Does it hurt badly?” His voice softened, threaded with concern, and was that guilt?

He ran his knuckles lightly across your bruised cheek. You flinched when he applied pressure, and he immediately stopped. His hands shifted to your shoulders. Then, he pulled something from his pocket, your favourite chocolate.

“Here,” he said simply, handing it to you. “Since Charles Choi barely even says thank you.”

You tried to smile. But before you could fully react, he pulled his hand back, and there it was, the devil grinning, fangs bared in smug amusement.

You lunged to smack him, cursing, but failed. He dodged easily and started demonstrating how you should’ve avoided their attacks, only adding insult to injury. But when he saw how drained you truly were, his teasing stopped.

He pulled you closer by the shoulder.

You wanted to protest, but… it felt nice. Just let go. Besides, he was your boyfriend. There was no need to keep your guard up. You let your head rest on his shoulder.

He squeezed your arm gently. Then, barely louder than a whisper, he said, “I’m going to cut someone’s hand off.”

You heard him. Of course, you did.

You pulled away, frowning. “I’ve told you. I don’t like your methods.”

But he only raised a finger to your lips, silencing you. The cold fury returned to his eyes, the fire, the raw menace of James that people feared. The one who faced enemies like a storm.

“You don’t need to think too much,” he said. “People like that? Just compliance.”

Disgust or flutter, you couldn’t quite tell. You hated his brutal methods. But watching him burn with anger on your behalf… that did something to you.

He cared.

In his own twisted way.

He brought suffering to others so that no one could even think about hurting you.

He was a hurricane to your soft drizzle, leaving the rest of the world as nothing more than debris in your shared chaos 🥀

PS: The last line is inspired by a famous novel. Let me know if you guessed it 😇

[letters-unsending]

In which Hero keeps in fixing Villain’s stuff.

////

“Should be harder to break now.” Hero muttered, pushing Villain’s mask into his chest as he walked past.

Without regarding Villain further, he plunked down into his desk chair and began typing. Multiple windows flickered into place on his screen: live security footage, shipping documents, a grainy documentary in a foreign language. Too many numbers and notes for Villain to even begin to decipher.

“You called me here…just to return this?” Villain asked, rubbing his thumb over the mask’s surface.

The metal had been welded together seamlessly, sanded and buffed to a mirror-fine finish. As he flipped the mask over, he found the inside to be equally smooth, though a number of thin bands now crisscrossed the inner mesh.

“Yes. Your mask breaks too often. Your identity could be compromised.”

“I wear a cover underneath.” Villain groused.

“I’m aware.” Hero nodded, his face lit green by the flashing numbers on his screen. He tapped the keyboard and a dozen more windows popped into view.

////

“Stay still.”

Villain steadied himself against the wall as Hero pried open the seal on the back of his suit.

“Easy man, I paid good money for this.”

As Villain spoke, his ribs pushed into the broken suit panel. The metal was curled inward; the barbed edges slid over his bruised skin.

Metal squealed as Hero bent the adjacent plates. Once the plates were lifted, Hero jammed his hand between Villain’s side and the jagged metal, alleviating the pressure at his side. Free to breathe fully, Villain gasped. His ribs pushed into the cradle of Hero’s cold palm.

Bare handed. Villain thought, dazed as Hero used his free hand to break off the joints fixing the panel in place.

Villain sagged, his knees loose. Once Villain’s side was protected, Hero made quick work of the rest of the chest panels, wrenching, plying and snapping the metal, the ease of which reminded Villain of the crumpling of an aluminum can.

Villain groaned. He must have been scammed and given a shitty suit. That, or Hero was just able to bend mid-grade tech like that.

Neither option reassured him.

He nearly yelped when Hero drew away his hand away, exposing his skin to the night chill. The panels popped off Villain’s chest and back, and landed in a crumpled heap on the ground.

Before Villain could even stand straight, Hero leaned down, collected the scraps, and tossed the metal husk over his shoulder.

“I’ll take care of this.” He proclaimed.

“Hey, I just got that. You don’t need to throw it out.” Villain wheezed, rubbing his side.

“I’m not disposing of it.”

“Well, what the hell are you going to do with it? Turn it into some kind of wall decor?”

“Meet me at my base next week.” He hiked the metal further of his shoulder, and began to turn. “I should have it done by then.”

Villain gaped as he walked away, feeling like a skinned animal, watching a hunter stalk off with its spoils. Too tired to yell at Hero’s retreating back, he stared at the wall and muttered.

“What the hell does done mean?”

////

“Twist it to the right. Not the left.”

“Your right or my right?” Villain lifted the ring in the air, assessing the small grooves and buttons. The ring’s tools were worked seamlessly into the ring’s design, lined and obscured by intricate silver detailing.

“Your right.” Hero informed him from across the desk. “Twist the midsection and it should reveal four lights. Those are your cardinal directions.”

Villain twisted the band’s inner ring, a stripe of cobalt nestled in a dark outer band. Four lights blinked into existence. The northernmost point shone the brightest.

Hero opened one of the desk’s drawers and scooped something out. He set the object upon the desk with a light thump.

An identical ring.

“Your ring will lead to you to this matched one. This ring can locate yours as well, but only if you have the lights activated on your end.”

Villain slowly lowered his ring, a commendable display of control.

“This is a fail safe, of course. I don’t intend to be separated from you during this mission, but I thought it would be helpful to have a secondary method of locating each other if we are without our communicators.”

Hero’s face remained solemn. Behind the gleam of his glasses, his eyes flicked between the two rings and Villain without any meaningful pause.

“Your buddies aren’t going to say anything about these? You know, me knowing where y’all are?” Villain asked, twisting the inner ring back to its standard position.

“They’re aware.”

“They know? And you’re sure they didn’t point anything else out to you?”

////

“It’s not even eight.” Villain groaned into the couch pillow.

“You’re in my lab.”

Hero pulled Villain’s blanket off and had it folded and set on the coffee table by the time Villain sat up and opened his bleary eyes. He squinted at the blanket, unsure of its origin.

That definitely wasn’t the grease-stained rag Hero sometimes set over his knees while he read on the couch.

A blur of white blocked his view of the blanket and he numbly accepted the object as it was pushed into his hand. A mug. Coffee. His palms luxuriated in the porcelain’s warmth.

It took a few sips before he registered the familiar texture beneath his fingers. He twisted the mug’s face into the morning light.

“You fixed this?”

“Wasn’t hard.” Hero shrugged as he splayed some diagrams over his work desk.

“You don’t even drink coffee.” Villain sipped again, this time feeling out the slight patches in the mug’s sides.

Hero turned toward Villain.

“You do.”

////

Hero tugged Villain down into a crouch and felt around his back, testing the refined metal. The blow had caused a small dent, but the shape was otherwise intact, and more importantly, not jabbing into Villain’s side.

“Much better,” he noted.

“Great, I’m glad the armor’s okay. I feel fine, by the way.” Villain announced. “Thanks for asking.”

Hero’s hand dragged up Villain’s shoulders and to the side of his face. He tested the edge of his mask, then sighed as he spotted a crack. He swept over the spot with his thumb.

“I’ll do better with your mask, next time.”

The severity of Hero’s gaze stilled Villain, so he remained hunkered down, balancing himself with one hand on the ground.

///

[morning-apricity]

Sylus x Cherine (OC) - PART 1

At first when Sylus entered their kitchen, he stopped suddenly seeing his wife. Cherine was wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, which short sleeves were always slipping from her slim, soft shoulders. But the thing that caught his eye was her breasts. They looked fuller? It was weird but he didn't mind it at all. After a second, he spent on watching his woman, he went to her and hugged her from behind, resting his head on her own. 

“What are you doing, Kitten?” He murmured softly, nuzzling his nose against her long white hair. 

“Cooking” She hummed and looked at him with those big, doe dark brown eyes that were his whole world. “I decided to make vegetable broth today, I craved this all day” Cherine said and turned back to what she was doing, ignoring the small frown on her husband’s face, who was deeply in thought at the sudden craving of his kitten. 

“Kitten, we have a chef, you don’t have to cook by yourself.” He whispered and pecked her cheek, observing her slim hands 

“I know but I love cooking" She admitted, and melted under his soft, tender kisses he was giving her.

“Let’s say I believe you…” He hummed still deeply in thought, thinking why his wife craved all of sudden, broth. 

Another weird thing Sylus had noticed was that his wife couldn't stand his cologne. The one that she loved smelling on him, all of sudden made her run away from her own husband, because she could not stand it. It was weird, but he could not let his wife not be able to kiss, or hug him so he stopped using this one. So he came to her with his other colognes and he was asking her to choose the one, that is not making her nauseous. 

From this day, he was not wearing his usual scent, which made his left and right hand - Luke and Kieran, question him about it. 

“Boss, what's wrong? Boss never uses other cologne.” Kieran asked, while their boss was filling documents. 

“Kitten feels bad smelling other colognes than that one… “ He murmured, focusing on his task. 

“... What do you Mean by ‘feels bad’, Boss? “ Luke looked at him interested. 

“More like a nauseous way, Luke” Sylus said sternly. 

“Boss, didn't you think that maybe… just maybe… your wife is pregnant?” Luke asked. He was always the one, who was quickly connecting the dots. 

Sylus didn't answer, deep in thought because of a hint Luke gave him. 

The last straw for his suspicions, was when he saw his kitten, bend over their toilet, retching. That was the Last evidence he needed. Sylus sighed deeply and sat behind her, and massaged her back, while she was vomiting, and holding her hair. 

“It's okay kitten… “ He whispered softly and kissed her head, softly and delicately touching his wife's back. His hand slipped slowly and delicately to her abdomen, and stroked it softly. That was when he felt for the first time the slight bump, it was the Last thing he needed. 

But he wanted to wait until his kitten told him herself. She was clearly pregnant. The only question in his mind was: ‘Why didn't she tell me right away when she discovered that?’. 

He placed a soft kiss on her temple, when she finished. It hurts him to see her in that stage, but if it's what he thinks it is, then they will need to get used to it. 

“Better kitten? “ He asked and she just muttered soft, tired ‘yes’ as an answer to him. “Shall you tell me now? I need you to use your words, kitten.” Sylus admitted sternly, but filled with love and worry. 

“I'm pregnant” She said softly and looked at him. With those beautiful, loving doe like eyes that he loves and could not be mad at her anymore. Not when she, his wife, the woman of his heart was carrying their baby under her heart. He sighed deeply and kissed her head, cradling her closer. 

“Why didn't you tell me sooner, kitten? “ He murmured, kissing her forehead. 

“I wanted to see how fast you will come up with that conclusion before I will tell you. I am sorry… “ She whispered apologetically. 

“Don't be sorry kitten. There is nothing to be sorry about. “ He said softly and kissed her lovingly. “you are carrying our little one and it's enough, that will make me ecstatic. But don't do it again, kitten.”

[frostbitemutt]

Hi! I saw you're request were open and I wanted to know if it's alright to request hc's for platonic yandere (maybe high-honor) jack marston with sibling reader who wants to leave and study in the city. Maybe after epilogue reader wants to break away and study/go to university? Thank you and hope you have an awesome day/night!

tysm for requesting!!

Platonic! Yandere! High honor! Jack Marston with Sibling! Darling leaving hcs

Warnings: Yandere trope, Gender neutral darling, manipulation, guilt tripping, spoilers for rdr1, imprisonment, weaponization of greif

❆ After John is shot to shreds, Abigail dying a few years after, and uncle. You're quite literally the only family he has left. So he clings to you like a sloth on a branch.

❆ He won't let you in on his plan to kill Ross. He dosen't want you to get involved and caught in the crossfire of whatever would come next. Pigs could still sniff him out even if he covered his tracks.

❆ Even when he moves out of beechers hope. He either tries to get you to come and move with him. Or have you stay at Beechers hope. When you express moving out, he's initially excited, until you finish that statement.

❆ You're moving away? To where? To the city? Of all the places you could move? He's hurt. Was life on the ranch not enough? Is your brother not enough? How are you so willing to.. leave him behind? He tries to convince you otherwise. Surely you could your education somewhere closer? Maybe he could teach you it depending on what it is.

❆ He sounds like a pouting puppy the whole time. Bringing up your parents death a whole lot more. Asking you to visit their grave with him. How you two need to depend on each other. If you aren't blinded by your Familia bond. It's very obvious he's trying to guilt trip you.

❆ He'll say what your parents would have wanted for you. Namely John. The big city, industrialization, land of pigs, you think they'd ever want either of you to step foot there? In the society that killed them? You won't be welcomed there. So just stay here. Or at least near. Please.

❆ If you seriously are committed to moving out. Uh oh!! Suddenly things you really need to take with you like important documents are gone. How strange. Even with the help of your brother. You can't find them.

❆ While you're mopping around due to the stalling of your moving and time crunch. Jack is dragging you to do stuff with him. Come on, go on a ride with him through the fields or something, read, play some blackjack. Get your mind off all that stress.

❆ If you still start trudging to leave. He's trudging behind to drag you back. You're finding a lasso snug around you, yoinking you off your horse, and dragging you all the way home. Back to beechers hope. What? What else was he supposed to do? You were going to abandon him. Leave him alone.

❆ You should understand more than anyone. John and Abigail would've wanted you two to stick together. Through thick and thin. He dosen't want to have a bury you beside them. Even if that means keeping you here against your will.

[hinderr]

Recently updated some reference sheets for the Skieslys!

[chalkrub]

finishing off oc-tober by drawing my spookiest guys, definitely not super late and just in time for halloween! which is a week-long event as we all know

[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[chocosvt]

boomshakalaka

[exileandtrust]

Hello.

Handprints wouldn't let me go and write anything else, so I'd like to finish it. For real this time. It will be slow, and it will take time to get my writing chops back. I may also rewrite sections of it before re-uploading, I haven't decided yet.

My husband, Mr. Exile, made me promise one thing though: I have to have fun while doing this. So that's what my aim is going to be. Take it slow.

I wanted to say thanks for remembering it, thanks for remembering me, and I hope I can give you all the ending you deserve.

Thank you for reading.

[morelikesin]

I could be finishing up art projects, or even writing my book! Maybe take some photography shots I need for said book - man, so many things I could be working on for my passion proj

Aaaaaand I'm playing Morrowind again. Slay action

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent life photos

[unnonexistence]

new year, new WIP post! at the end of 2024 i had 8672 words edited and marked as Done on the Big WIP. now i'm up to 8865

[doctorweebmd]

i don't think i'll ever get over the comedic timing of being prepared to intubate an obtunded patient going into worse and worse shock on three pressors code cart in room pads on having like six people all staring at the vitals anxiously as this person might code at ANY MOMENT, me standing at the head of the bed ready to tube the second we have a safe BP and the nurse from two doors down comes into the room and says, 'hey doc, room x is in asystole' and just. walks away.

i'm just. standing there. peri-coding this patient. and i'm calling after him 'uh.... are they supposed to be?!'

absolutely insane delivery. no context no info just 'hey, btw this person's heart stopped. :) bye ' HELLO!?!