#she didn't pee when i let her outside that means she did it INSIDE

[twistingsands]

pretty sure my dog peed somewhere in the house this morning but i can't fucking find it 😫 why is her pee so odorless 😫😫😫

[rafesslxt]

DOBERMAN | Mattheo Riddle

summary: you and pansy go get some errands with hagrid in a store and on your way you find something really cute you wanna buy. When you come back with it, Mattheo isn‘t that convinced like the rest is.

warnings: cutest dog evaaa, new slytherin mascot hehe, mattheo being a softie and a dog dad, words: 806

notes: writing this in the honor of wanting a second dog, a doberman, even tho I got the most beautiful white Shepard ever

Mattheo honestly didn't knew what to say. This wasn't the first time you came back from shopping with things that surprised him. But this?

In front of him sat his girlfriend with her best friend Pansy and a fucking puppy. Even tho that puppy's head and paws looked so huge it could count as a little but matured dog. "What the hell is this?" he asks, looking down at it, sitting by his girlfriends feet.

"This is our new dog! And Pansy and I already named her!"

By the time half of the Slytherins were now in the common room, all standing and sitting around you and your dog. "What did you name her?" Theodore asks you. "Azula." "Azula?" he asks. "What does that mean?" a little girl asks, sitting on the couch.

"It's a name from a girl that can produce blue flames. She's a fire bender and really powerful." Mattheo sighs and shakes his head. "Does Dumbledore even know about this? And where do you even wanna let her be when we have classes?"

"I already figured everything out with Pansy!" Pansy nods in agreement and continues. "Yeah, we asked Hagrid and he says he would love to watch her whenever we have classes or are outside Hogwarts. Dumbledore said yes because officially it's Y/N's pet now. And well, we all know he likes Y/N so it wasn't really that hard."

"Yeah only Snape was a little unsure but then I told him I would teach her to catch rats and snakes for his potions." you say after smiling brightly at Mattheo.

"Oh come on Mattheo, she will be our little guard and new addition to the gang." you say, batting with your lashes at him.

"I like her!" comes from an Enzo who's laying on his back on the ground, already playing with Azula.

Mattheo rolls his eyes. " I am not going to feed her, walk her or do anything other. This is your responsibility, understood?" he gives in which leads you to jump at him happy. "Yes yes yes I promise! You will love her."

A few months passed by since you got Azula and to say Mattheo and her were enemys - one sided enemys - was an understatement.

She was now fully in her teeny phase which means she would not pee inside but now destroy everything her sharp teeth could reach. And to Mattheo's dismail, it were always his things. His ties, his hoodies, his belts, his shoes - especially his shoes.

He would always scold her for destroying his stuff but you told him every time that she was still learning and is now in her teeny phase. Like puberty. What the fuck does that even mean, was what he thought.

Azula on the other hand loved him. She was very picky about who she would let close to her but no matter how often she got pushed away by Mattheo, she would try again.

So it was when Mattheo came back really tired from his classes after he had studied all night long and got barely any sleep, when he fell down on the couch in the common room.

He slept so deep, that he at first didn't notice the little body that squeezed itself between his chest and arms. When he woke up from his nap, still alone in the common room, he gasps as he saw Azula's face right in front of his with her eyes closed.

That was the moment he fell in love, like hard. He would get her ANY toy he saw while walking through the pet store with you, originally to buy dog shampoo and a new leash.

No food was good enough for her but the one he got, the priciest of course and fresh food from Hagrid. He would barf her most of the time. (Barf is feeding your dog like raw meat, fresh fruits, vegetables and stuff.)

He would walk her every time you didn't have time or were still in class. Often he would let her chase Draco in his ferret form only to laugh at him when he hid on a tree or something different that Azula couldn't reach.

Oh and the pics you would collect of them both were so precious. Them playing together, sleeping together on the couch or when she was allowed in your dorm on your bed.

She also played a lot with the cats in Hogwarts as she grew up with them but she hates Mrs. Norris and always chased her through the castle, making Filch argue with you.

So now here he sat, with the love of his life and you. Joke joke joke. But no for real. He would love her to death and that's when it hit him.

"Y/n? I think I want a baby with you."

I just haaaaad to write this, hope you enjoyed. Let me know what you think. 🫶🏻

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[faghubby]

7 YEAR STRETCH

Jen and i had been married for 7 years. We had a 5 year old daughter and 2 year old son. Our sex life was non exist. It consisted of me sitting on the toilet looking at my phone jerking off. This was what I did now. I mean I couldn't blame Jen with two kids all day it was hard to not be exhausted every night. I thought. After our son was born she wanted nothing to do with sex. Pushing me away even if I touched her. After awhile I stopped trying. Our sin would be two next week. It had been two years since we had sex. Jen had managed to get in better shape then she was before two kids. I often got hard just watching her get dressed.

"I am going out tonight with the girls so you got the kids" Jen told me Friday morning.

"No problem" I responded she always came home in much better mood after a girl's night out. Jen was already dressed when I came home.

"Wow, you look amazing" I told her.

"Now you notice" she said smug as she grabbed her keys and left. I fed and got the kids in bed. Then sat and watched some TV. But found myself scrolling thru my phone and quickly found myself on literotica reading cuckold stories. I almost wished Jen still liked sex. I would love to watch her take a big cock. I thought as I jerked off several times as I jerked off to the stories. I was in bed dead asleep by the time Jen came home. I woke with the kids the next morning letting Jen sleep. She got up around 11. The kids and I where outside playing in their little pool. I came in to grab a towel. And Jen was in a short robe making coffee. She made a wierd smile as I passed.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing just forgot" she said.

"Sorry forgot what?" I laughed

"Nothing forget it" she smiled and ran back out to dry off the kids. I got the kids inside and changed into dry clothes. I went to change out of my suit. Jen had returned to bed she was scrolling thru he phone. I pulled off my suit and went to grab so dry underwear when I caught Jen suppress her laugh.

"Did you shrink?" she spit out.

"Fuck you" I shot back.

"No, I do t think you even want me to" she shot back.

"What the hell does that mean?" I tried not to yell. She tossed the phone she had been scrolling thru my phone.

"Come here" Jen said pulling back the covers I realized she was naked. If I was mad at her I forgot why. I climbed on top of her.

"Wait" she said "I saw what you play with yourself to" she said her hands running down my back as she held my hardon between her thighs. "How long have you known?" She asked

"Known what?" I asked. Just wanting to fuck her.

"That I been cuckolding you of course" she replied.

"What?" I sputtered "who, how"

"Shh, it's okay. Now I know you like it" she moved her legs ever so slightly rubbing me between her thighs.

"Is your little pee pee all excited" she teased I was ready to cum already when I heard our daughter start crying. I didn't want to get up. But Jen stopped

"Better go check, I will be here when you come back" she told me. I rushed to get dressed and check on the kids. It took longer then I had wished to return. Jen was in the shower. I tried to join her

"We can finish our chat later" she told me. She got dressed and we spent the rest of the day shopping. She decided to discuss how she had been cuckolding me for over a year with several people I knew. While being cryptic in front of the kids. She explained it had started when I showed no interest in sleeping with her. She loved me but did not want to spend her life as a nun. So she found a lover. Then another, there had been six but two of them had been one time things. She explained. She was convinced I just didn't want sex. I had completely stopped even trying. Now she knew why after reading the stories I read. This kept me on edge all day. By the time we got home, got the kids feed battled and in bed it had been a soul searching day.

Jen invited me to join her in the bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Take your clothes off" she smiled. I quickly stripped. She remained fully clothed. She reached out and stroked me.

"The first time was Jack Rudolph" she told me. He was a member of our church. "I was volunteering with that carnival" she reminded me. "Jack gave me a ride home every night" she continued I did remember she was stroking me very slowly. "So I thought I should repay him" she told me. That was it I came hard all over her hand.

"Do you eat your own cum like in the story?" Jen asked offering me her hand. I nodded no.

"OH to bad that would be so hot" she told me. She washed her hand and we cuddled I was still naked while she remained clothed. We watched TV till I fell asleep.

I woke to Jen stroking me again.

"Wake up little one" she giggled in my ear. "I was thinking last night. I am willing to bring you back into my sex life under some conditions" she told me.

"Anything" I moaned.

"First I kinda like some of the things in the stories, to remind you of your place" she told me.

"So I would like you to shave and wear my panties whenever i am with a man" she told me. I nodded just wanting to cum.

"I also think you would like to know when I was with someone else so no more lying" she told me. I came again she seemed annoyed she wasn't done.

"And you will eat cum" she said out of frustration and pushed her cum covered fingers in my mouth. At first shocked but the taste wasn't bad. I found myself licking her fingers clean.

"I am going to enjoy this very much" Jen told me. She had me get up and get the kids ready for the day.

[zhvakinnn]

Heyy, do you have any headcanons for Yelena? 🤍

Sorry i just seen this right now😣

Headcannons yelena

Warning: mention of gun/killing

Fluff

🍓as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me 🍓

∆ everyone saw yelena as a rough and mean one but not really, just because she's tall doesn't mean she cant be soft

∆ i bet that yelena as an toxic or abusive parents so she's kinda mean but in private she's very soft

∆ when you two aren't dating yet i guess she's just really mean at you like ignoring you then you suddenly caught feelings for her (because she's damn beautiful) and you just treat her like, giving her flowers in a random moment, praising her

∆ ex: "you really look good today", "have a good day", " love your outfit today". Etc

∆ ok the last praise is weird because she only wear a suit

∆ and that very moment she liked you became she cut/trim slightly of her hair and nobody notice except you

∆ "huh? Did you cut your hair it looks good"

∆she was amazed that you notice those little things about her

∆ you were the one who moves first and confess " i like you, i know your kinda mean but youve actually cared for me and yeah Your hot"

∆ she was shock someone finally cared for her

∆ she just stand there frozen, that's where anxiety comes you regret everything you said till she lift and hug you. Then.. cried?

∆ yes she's crying on your shoulder and said thank you ( not the best way to say i love you too)

∆ since your inside the wall your not very familiar with things outside so she introduced you to many things

∆ the other scout was so confused of how you manage to date her i mean that one time she put you into jail with the others and remember that guy who insult sasha she shot him dead

∆ and that one time someone threaten you she didn't think anything but shot that person, and then hugged you the other scout was shock and scared at her

∆ but like i said she's literally sweet and caring

∆ when your two alone you both cuddle she will lie on your chest while you brush her hair

∆ yes she needs ✨baby treatment ✨

∆ morning routines are lazy when your gonna get up her slender arms will wrap around saying that don't leave her

∆ same goes in that night you have to pee she won't let you go

∆ "lena I'm really gonna Burst here!". "Then pee here" you have you slam a hand in her face so you can go out of her arms

∆ night routines are just you two chatting about stuff and blah blah blah

∆ she's the one who says i love you

∆ her love language is praise (kinky), affectionate

Gosh i love this woman🤸🏻

[threelionsgirl]

girls things | jadon sancho + marcus rashford

request: "heyy pls can u write a long imagine about when hope jesses kid gets her period when hanging out with jadon and marcus and they don’t know what to do so they comfort her whilst they call reader for help..? tysm" warnings: none word count: 1165 notes: requests are closed! masterlist

"That's not working." Marcus said to Jadon.

The two of them were standing outside the ladies' room of an ice cream parlour that they had decided to go to for a walk with Hope. It was being a nice day, until little Lingard started to get a little weird and locked herself in the bathroom.

At first, the Manchester United boys just thought she was too tight to pee, but they started to get worried about her taking so long. The two really treated Jesse's little girl like a niece and always took her out for walks when they could.

"Hope, for God's sake, you need to tell us if something is going on so we can help you." Jadon tried once more, knocking on the door, but silence remained.

"We should go in." Marcus suggested.

"We can't go in the ladies' room, Rash!"

"Then what the hell are we going to do? Jesse will kill us if anything happens to Hope."

"She just went into the bathroom, nothing that serious could have happened, right?" Jadon pondered. The two were startled when they finally heard the girl's scream from the other side of the door.

"I'm bleeding!!!" They widened their eyes, desperation starting to creep in, imagining the worst things in the world. She could have slipped and hit her head on the sink or else cut herself with something they had forgotten inside.

"What the f-" Marcus stopped himself from saying the swear word, "Hope, are you okay?"

"Okay, little girl, stay calm, we're coming in."

"NO!" Her scream stopped Jadon from turning the knob. "Don't come in."

"We need to get in so we can help you."

"No!" she denied once again and Jadon and Marcus looked at each other in doubt as to whether or not they should override her consent.

"Okay, just tell us, why are you bleeding?" Jadon tried, maybe it was no big deal. She was lucid and talking to them, which was good.

"I… I don't know." She spoke loud enough for them to hear, the answer only made Jadon and Marcus more confused and worried.

"God, Jesse is never going to let us go out with her again." Rashford said to Jadon. "We should get someone to help us."

"Who? "Jesse wasn't an option at that moment even though he was the father and if Hope didn't want the two of them to come in, people she had known since she was a little kid, it wasn't possible to ask a stranger. They stared at each other for a few minutes and seemed to think of the perfect person, so they spoke at the same time, "Y/N."

Then Marcus pulled out his mobile and started calling the girl.

"Hope, just tell us it's not your head that's bleeding." Jadon wanted to make sure.

"It's not my head."

"Less bad." He said, and they both stood there by the door waiting.

Y/N appeared minutes later, she tried to be as quick as possible after Marcus had stressed so many times how urgent it was.

"What the hell is going on here?" she asked as she entered the ice cream parlour and approached them. The boys disentangled themselves from the wall and sighed.

"Y/N! Thank God!" Spoke Rashford holding her shoulders and shaking them a little.

"What's the matter with you guys? And why did I have to come so quickly? Where's Hope? Lingard said you guys went out together today." She asked, looking around for the little girl, until she realised they were in front of the door to the girls' bathroom.

"So… She's in the bathroom and won't come out." Jadon explained. "And she doesn't want to let us in either. We thought you might have better luck."

"She's bleeding!"

"She what-" Y/N's eyes widened at what Marcus said, but it took her only a few seconds to join all the dots. A girl bleeding in a bathroom and not wanting help from anyone male could only mean one thing. "Oh sure. You two are so clueless. Give me some space." She laughed and Jadon and Marcus walked away, rolling their eyes. Calling them idiots was Y/N's favourite thing to do.

Y/N approached and knocked three times on the door before speaking. "Hey, Hope, it's me, Y/N. Can I come in?"

She waited a few seconds and Hope answered. "Y/N?"

"Yeah, honey, it's me, Uncle Marcus called for me to come and help you, are you okay, can I open the door?"

"Yes, but only you."

The sound of the lock opening echoed through the room, Y/N opened the door and walked into the bathroom. She found Hope curled up and sitting on the floor, knowing exactly what she had to do.

When they came out of the bathroom, Y/N at first refused to speak, the only thing Marcus and Jadon noticed was that Hope was wearing the sweatshirt Y/N took, tied around her waist and that she was fine, with no apparent sequelae. They called Jesse and dropped Hope off at home.

In the car, Jadon, who was in the driver's seat, looked at Y/N in the passenger seat. Marcus was in the back and leaned forward to elicit answers from the girl, they were still very confused.

"So, are you going to tell us what happened? Because I don't know Jad, but I was pretty worried."

"I was too." Said Jadon starting the car. "And scared. Really scared of Jesse."

Y/N laughed. "It was no big deal, Hope was on her period." The boys opened their mouths and shook their heads, that explained a lot, "I didn't want to say when we left the bathroom so as not to embarrass her further."

"Oh shit, she could have told us!"

"She was embarrassed, Marcus!" Exclaimed Y/N turning back. Jadon slapped his hand on her arm indicating for her to put on her belt and Y/N rolled her eyes. Those two were so protective. "And she was a bit colicky and out of pads. I gave her some and some medicine too to ease the pain."

"She shouldn't be ashamed of us, we're her uncles long before she was born."

"You may even know her since she was a little baby, but she's still a girl, and you're still two stupid boys." Y/N and Marcus and Jadon made a fake face of indignation at the comment. "It's super normal for her to not want to share some things with you guys, but this whole being ashamed thing is just a phase, we women are structurally taught to be ashamed and want to hide our menstrual period."

"Hm…" Marcus muttered. "Right, so, Jad, write it down: next time we're going out with Hope we're going to need to stop by a pharmacy first."

"Why a pharmacy?"

"To buy medicine, hot bags and pads." He replied proud of his future plan and Y/N rolled her eyes imagining the scene. Jadon and Marcus were clueless, they could buy 50 packs of pads and dump them all over Hope.

"Don't do that, for God's sake!" She laughed. "Hope will never want to go out with you again."

[guardian-angel12]

What if you’re wrong? (Fanficlet)

"I am Groot." Groot said, squirming in his chair.

"Tinkle in the cup. We're not looking. What's there to see?" Rocket told him without turning from his gazing out the window into space. "What's a twig? Everybody's seen a twig before"

"I am Groot!" Groot's voice was increasingly panicked.

"Tree, pour what's in the cup out into space and go in the cup again," Thor said, turning to the wriggling sapling.

"You speak Groot?" Rocket asked, turning around in his captain's chair.

"Yes, they taught it on Asgard. It was an elective."

"I didn't know the language existed outside of the flora colossus species." Tess said.

"Knowledge was a very valued thing in my childhood, something many civilizations have deemed a lesser need."

"I am Groot," Groot said, now bored that he was no longer panicked about needing to pee.

"You'll know when we're close.” Thor answered. “Nidavellir's force harnesses the blazing power of a neutron star." He stepped away from the window and sat down wearily on a step, his head hung low. "It's the birthplace of my hammer. It's truly awesome." Rocket spun back around, hearing the flatness of his voice and met eyes with Tess as she noticed the same.

She bit her lip and then walked over to Thor, Rocket watched for a few long moments before turning back around.

"Not once have I heard you debate this mission," she said softly, sitting down beside him. "Can I ask what's driving you?"

He looked up slowly to her. "I swore to Thanos he'd pay for what he's done, and I mean to fulfill that promise."

She was quiet, understanding what had happened. "Who was it? Who did he kill?"

"My best friend. And then... my brother."

Her legs quivered and it felt like something squeezed her heart into her throat. "When he retrieved the space stone?"

"Yes. My brother tried to fight him... a foolish attempt but, he did it for me."

"I'm so sorry." She placed her hand on his. "I don't blame you, for wanting revenge, if someone killed my brother I... I don't think I'd come back from that."

He nodded. "Well, he's been dead before, but this time I think it really might be true."

"What about your parents?"

"Both dead."

"Siblings..?"

"My sister took my eye, and my home, then died."

Tess stopped herself from exhaling. "You sure you're up for this?"

"Absolutely." He brushed off her concern with a breathy laugh she knew was fake. "Rage and vengeance, anger, loss, regret. They're all tremendous motivators, really clear the mind, so I'm good to go."

She watched him carefully. "I understand, the regret, the anger... but they don't really help in the long run. I went down that path, of vengeance. If it weren't for my brother I'd be dead right now."

"I have to do this."

"I know, but... my father told me that when you think too much, you go too much on what's right in front of you instead of look inside before you act, you get killed. He said you need to be focused, controlled, and let the rage be your fire underneath."

Thor thought for a moment and nodded slowly. "Your father sounds like a wise man, I should like to meet him."

She swallowed and looked down. "He was."

Thor’s intense blue eye watched her, then he asked softly, "What happened to him?"

Her voice was breathy, even after all these years of feeling like she was getting to be able to talk about it normally, and not break down when she had to remember that day. "He was killed saving my brother. By a celestial."

His eye flickered, then went back up to hers. "I'm sorry."

She nodded. "It was a long time ago, but it's still so fresh."

"I definitely understand all that. And your mother?"

"I don't know her. My father... he wasn't my blood father, he saved my life and raised me afterwards, but neither of my brothers were by blood either."

He nodded in understanding. "Family is more than blood."

As Tess studied him, she realized more and more how alike they were. Both had lost so much, both had been beaten and broken by the world and now as she sat with him, she didn't feel so alone.

"I've known Thanos' kind before," she said quietly. "But this is him, with almost every infinity stone. Are you sure you can do this?"

"I've fought many an enemy who would have defeated me, all failed. Thanos will be no different because fate wills it so."

"And if you're wrong?"

"If I'm wrong then... what more could I lose?"

She swallowed, looking down. She could lose people still, Rocket and Groot here with her, Peter, Gamora, Mantis and Drax. Kraglin. She could lose the world and handle it better than him.

She met eyes with Rocket across the pod, and knew in that moment he was thinking the same thing.

[screechingsigh]

Dad is probably angry. He let my strictly indoor cat run outside. He might get lost outside and never come back. He might get run over by a car. I'd never see him again. He is a picky eater who'll give him food that he likes.

Dad often tells me I am being too much and my cat is an unnecessary addition. There are 5 cats in the house right now. Dad brought the first one. She was tiny around 4 days old. He rescued the kitten brought is home and he was done. I bought bottles, learned to make replacement food for the kitten and the bought KMR with my own savings. I took care of a 4days old kitten feeding her every 2 hours for 24 hours round the clock. Fed her, help her pee, hot water bags. Every 2 hours. She was weak a terribly weak kitten. Nobody thought she'd survive.

My dad brought my Grandma home and asked me to share my room with her because my grandma needs someone to keep an eye on her. 96 years old is pretty old. I was stuck between a 2 weeks old kitten and a 96 year old grandma.

I would run to the kitten whenever she meowed. At two weeks old she didn't grow enough fur like a healthy kitten would.

My grandma is a weird person she'd ask for my help even when she needs to walk to the washroom while she could actually go by herself. I'd always keep an eye whenever she went to washroom anyway. She would not get up to eat she wants to eat lying down. I helped her everytime to get up and eat while sitting. Then one day I saw she simply got up by herself and went to washroom then came back and lie down again. She was fast and swift. And here I thought it's difficult for her to move by herself so I needed to be her walking stick. She never used one btw. Then I got in the room with her food and as usual she refused to sit up and eat. I was dumbfounded. If you can move that fast and efficient why would you not sit up and eat?

And there was the thing she did. Every half an hour she would ask me to switch on/off the fan. Sometimes every 10/15 mins. Even if I was taking a nap (I barely slept for around 3/4 hours a day while taking care of the kitten my dad brought and grandma). I was sleep deprived. Well I do have insomnia but that doesn't mean I need no sleep. My eyes and head hurt every single day. I kept up for 2 months like this.

During these two months my dad was very amiable with me. He actually gave me 45$ after that two hellish months saying I earned it. Which I ended up spending behind the cat he brought. Cats are costly. Not for my dad but for me a recent graduate with part-time online job and loads of failed interviews.

The only positive thing my grandma every said to me that I was taller than her. She also often speak about how my hair is short how I am not girly enough how I am too tall to find a good husband

how my skin color isn't bright enough

Now a days I don't care about her much. I left my room to her. Moved inside the storeroom. Shut the door turn off the light put on my earphones. Finally it's peaceful.

I am preparing for a job interview again. Hopefully I'll have better luck this time. And the male cat I adopted so my dad's cat (which I took care of) wouldn't develop a single kitten symptom.. I just hope my dad won't drive him away.

It's not that unlikely for dad to drive my cat away. He wants me gone as well after all. We are both unwanted. I wish I could function like everyone else does. I'd have been easier to secure a job.

[ellaintrigue]

TRIGGER WARNING: pedophilia and sexual assault

Dad has been playing around with a little rowboat someone gave him for free. He loves any boat except a sport boat lol.

I was standing in line yesterday and two good ol boys were talking about how one was homeschooling his kid because of how screwed up things were anymore. The government, etc.

And, you know, my liberal friends are all jolly and fun until it comes to the government. Then you end up in 1940s Germany territory. They put cameras on the fishing boat of one of dad's friends. The dude can't even pee without cameras because they want to ensure he's not catching anything illegal. To me that is wrong. All this nonsense about the environment and saving whales. The fishermen are not the problem.

So in discussions we go from yay! Women's rights! to FARMERS AND FISHERMEN ARE RUINING THE WORLD, DESTROY THEM! At which point I just shake my head and back off. As always, I get along with neither left nor right. And, again, the government is no good. HOWEVER, as I listened to the two men talk about homeschooling and isolating their children, all I could think was, THAT needs to be regulated.

Mom did me good, she helped me learn when I didn't want to and literally couldn't over my learning disabilities. I would have rotted in public school. But there was no one overseeing her so if she was bad at it who would have known? And if I had abusive parents who would have saved me?

There was one guy who interviewed mom once a year or less to make sure my schoolbooks were up to date. He was there less than an hour, acted bored, never spoke to me and then left.

There is very little moderation on foster parents, homeschooling, and religious groups. As a result my peers and I were preyed upon as pre-teens and teenagers. There was no moderation or anyone to stop it. Everything was very inside, all you had were families, there was no one to report to; no outsiders allowed.

The homeschooling Christians, like many religions, believed that girls should be married off and there were no age restrictions on that. It was considered normal for a 20 year old woman to marry a 40 year old man, etc. And this resulted in 15 year old girls being involved with 30 year old men while we all thought it was normal.

When my friends and I discovered our peer Jamie was being molested by her mother and her mother's boyfriend we didn't do anything. We thought the mother being involved sexually was weird but ultimately chalked it up to our training. There was graphic media of the 14 year old being r@ped.

Now, I was a spoiled kid to an extent and mom let me run around and do whatever in my teens. But the "training" aspect remained where mom expected me to grow up, get married, and have babies. So when I started talking to 30 year old men on the internet she didn't stop me because girls marrying older men was tradition.

Mom didn't partake in it, she just let me do whatever. I love my mom and am not bashing her but I now realize this was wrong, despite my own enthusiasm. Talking to 30 year old men when I was 14 was mysterious and fun for me. And as a result I got groomed by 3 of them. One was a low level celebrity from Spain, one was in tech support, and one was a film producer.

The one in tech was the worst. I can't go around throwing the term "pedophile" at the rest but this one was. Benjamin was a lover of l!ttle g!rls. I found out I wasn't the only one he was messing with and he wanted to !mpregnate all of us, 13 and 14, etc.

All of this piggybacked onto me being taught to be a housewife and submissive. These older men teaching me how to please them. I was very fortunate and my only small source of trauma here was Benjamin. He really got inside my head and was my first love, as sick as it was. He eventually became aggressive and mean and scared me and I finally got away from him. I never met any of these men in person which saved me from real trauma. Mom did know better than to allow me to meet them.

There were many more including a conservative gun rights activist from Texas who is now very wealthy. A very clean cut, old money, white collar Texan. I honestly don't even think he would have gone for l!ttle g!rls if I hadn't popped up. Then finally at age 16 I topped things off with the Italian and Will.

Will instantly called me out for being a little girl. He did not see me as a woman or a sexual conquest. I hit on as many men as I could 14-16 but he was immune. The Italian I saw at random in person and tried to flirt with, then later found him on social media by chance. I worked hard at getting his attention and won. He flirted back but didn't want to meet. What he did was still wrong but the violent offender from New Jersey never tried to abuse me. He helped me through hard times in my life and we eventually met in person and I still consider him a friend to this day. That was my first time meeting someone who had been in prison and it was a good experience that gave me an open mind. His face was surgically reconstructed from being in fights and he ranks high in the list of most violent people I've ever met although he would never lay a finger on a woman.

Oops, I'm rambling...

When I finally started dating in real life as a teen (my first date was 26 when I was 17) I really went boy crazy. However, I didn't fully know how to navigate things due to lack of experience and the fact I was taught to cater to men and eventually become a housewife. So I was never raped as a kid but things were focused on the men getting what they wanted. I never slept around and most of this was with my first boyfriend. It was pretty much like I had to do what he wanted to have a relationship. I was 18 and he was 26.

I soon got bored with my first boyfriend because I was noticing other men who were better looking. Nice bodies and long hair. So I dumped him and dated C. who tried to be forceful sexually. Again, not rape, just focused on himself. So I was a teen and trying to juggle what I wanted while also pleasing men so I could become a housewife and get taken care of since I wasn't allowed to work on vehicles as a career. I could either go to Wor-Wic and become a nurse or be a housewife.

During this time I finally met Will in person after talking to him since I was 16. He finally considered me a young woman at 18. He had never done anything suggestive or inappropriate during my childhood. And we dated 2009 until 2011. He was the first man who had never tried to push me sexually and that became a new standard for me, making me leave the rest behind.

I hadn't grown out of my conservative ways though and when I met Nate in 2013 he was very controlling and I didn't see the red flags because it was still something I was used to. The concept of a man being in charge and things being his way, although he was not forceful sexually. And Will pointed out he was no good and I should leave.

I ultimately focused on building myself as a person and working on a career. I got a lot of hate for this but the stubborn child in me came out again. I had already started saying no to unfun sexual things after I met Will and realized sex didn't have to be painful. But I started saying no to all of it. Having kids, being a housewife, and being told that men were supposed to be in charge.

Again, I was very lucky. Dad seeing me as an equal and mom's loose parenting allowed me room to grow as a person and see other sides of life.

My peers were not so lucky. Benjamin married a girl my age when she hit adulthood and he is now a multimillionaire in tech. I don't know what happened to the girl. I suspect she became too old for him. The Spanish celebrity and film producer are still thriving. The Italian stayed out of prison and now lives in uppercrust Ocean Pines.

My first boyfriend still emails me Happy Birthday every year and has been single since me. C. is now a sexual predator. Will survived the throes of time and is still handsome with a nice body aside from a touch of grey.

Jamie went from being a beautiful child to a broken woman. She was denied a full education and any real potential and still lives with her predatory mother on the outskirts of Salisbury. She is now nearly 400 pounds and all of her teeth have rotted out. Her eyes look sad in all of her photos.

Other children from the homeschooling group and church have disconnected from their families due to homosexuality and one was jailed for r@ping a child. The only ones who seemed to make it out without trauma were the kids with liberal parents who encouraged them to get educations instead of getting married right after high school.

Again, I got lucky. And I am not saying all religious groups are dangerous for children but if we're going to moderate things like commercial fishing then we should also be looking into them. Any unit or religious circle that isolates kids and exposes them to pedophiles definitely needs government intervention.

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Hear me out, satoru and suguru boyfriend headcanons 👁 👁

boyfriend headcanons !!

response: say less mommy.

synopsis: how are they like when you're dating?

featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru

warning: nsfw content

author's note: happy suguru day<3 i love my lil ballistic mass murderer so much

reblogs and replies are appreciated !!

gojo satoru

sfw

in my eyes he's literally the best

as an individual, gojo likes to have fun

so you can imagine when he has a partner

he's very big on pda, but if his partner is uncomfortable with it he will drop it in a second

your comfort when he's around means the whole world to him, he knows he can be a little bit annoying and obnoxiously loud but once the sun sets he's a complete different person (i make it sound like hes some kind of mystical creature)

beach dates! park dates! visiting that one restaurant that's owned by a nice old couple kind of dates!

he loves it when you ask him to do stuff for you, it makes him feel like you actually do want him in your life

nose kisses and big smooches on your lips are his favorite thing in the whole world I cant even begin to describe how much he loves to just hold your face and go "mmmmwah" just to see your face scrunch in fake disgust but your cheeks redden a bit at how much he likes to show his love for you

he will never admit it but one time you two were cuddling and you randomly said that you loved him

he did say it back but when he went to the bathroom it wasn't because he wanted to pee but because he shed a few tears and was too embarrassed to show you that part of him

he's never the type to get emotional quickly but being reminded that in his most vulnerable state, you'd still find him amazing made him a little bit overwhelmed

he loves you<3

nsfw

a giver, such a huuuuuge giver

seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head when he pushes three fingers inside you makes his heart swell with pride and dick throb in his pants

he just can't believe what he's staring at

this is the same person who refused to let him grab the peanut butter jar for her because she said she didn't need him

but now her legs are folded to her chest and her pretty cunt is glistening with arousal, wanting him to stuff it full

his kinks aren't the wildest but if you suggest something, hes down to try it, he doesn't think any kink is weird which can be concerning

but as a gojo fucker and a gojo kinnie myself, i headcanon him as the biggest fan of giving head

he loves receiving it obvious but giving head? oh god sign him in

the feeling of your throbbing clit against his tongue and your juices down his throat makes him feel dizzy

he can't help but push your legs back to expose your pretty pussy for him even more before he's devouring it again

won't stop until you're crying pretty tears of overstimulation<3

oh but when receiving? so mean

oh my god he becomes so mean and rough because he cant get past the fact that your hot mouth feels so good around him

grip your hair, makes you choke on his cock, sometimes fucks your throat if you let him and makes it so messy. he loves the sight of drool and tears on your face and down his dick

he curses so much when he receives, you'd never think he has such a foul mouth

"god- fuck, you're so fucking good I can't believe your mouth feels this good, makes me wonder just how amazing your cunt will feel" "cmon pretty, you can take it, such a pretty thing sure can take cock down her throat, right?"

but as one of the kings of aftercare, he will make sure to hold you, kiss you, clean you and calm you down while reminding you of just how much he loves you.

i love him</3

geto suguru (happy geto day!!!)

sfw

where do i even start

he might be a little intimidating at first that you wouldn't wanna approach him

but after you two start dating, you think that him being intimidating is actually a good thing because literally no one looks at you when you two are outside together

this sweet baby loves intimacy so much

he loves loves looooves forehead kisses, especially if you push his hair back and kiss his forehead and call him pretty

it's not like he's never appreciated but coming from you? fireworks are going off in his stomach

big boy has such huge hands (like gojo tbh) so they're always either resting on your thigh or on your head, he likes to feel like he's close to you without actually invading your personal space if you know what i mean

as much as he enjoys forehead kisses, nothing sends him more than knuckle kisses. he will actually melt into the ground and rise again from the dead looking like a new man

oh and car dates are his favorite :) playing music while driving at night with you next to him makes him feel full.

nsfw

have mercy on me i faint whenever i think of how GOOD this man would be in bed

ok first of all i do see him as a giver just like gojo but the difference between him and his boyfri- best friend, is that he actually lets you do what you want at first

in other words, gojo would never let you go down on him before he does

but geto? honey, he's ready for you to kiss the tip of his dick and worship it like the world is about to end

he's a good receiver, he will make you feel like you're doing a good job and will guide you through it very nicely

holds your hair back, caresses your cheek and asks you to maintain eye contact while saying stuff like "just like that" "you make me feel so good"

daddy issues go brrrrr

but when it's time for him to give? oh good god does he not hold back

takes his time, he likes to spread you open and stare at you until you're literally asking him to do something because you start to feel a little self conscious

once he goes down to business it's over. he enjoys the way you taste so much it drives him crazy

but his favorite part of having sex with you? bullying his cock inside you

nothing gives him so much more than watching you struggle to take his cock

and when he drags it slowly against your walls and you're literally near tears because he feels too good? he thinks he won the lottery

he loves it when your emotions are all mixed up and you dont know how to react to the tip of his dick kissing your sweet spot, you cry out and hold onto him and you hold in a scream all while throwing your head back

once he decides he really want you to lose your mind, he just pushes your knees to your shoulders and starts ramming his dick inside you mercilessly

he will make sure to treat you with so much love and care after, dont worry<3

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Bittersweet (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

Summary: OH Book 1 Chapter 4 written from Dolores Hudson's POV

A/N: I really wanted to do this because Dolores is such an amazing person and this chapter is one of my favourites in the entire OH series. This picks up from the office fire and ends at Dolores's death.

A/N 2: The flashback portions are indented

If you enjoyed the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going🤍

Characters: Dolores Hudson, Ethan Ramsey, f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Pooja Sharma (f!MC)

Word Count: around 2.8 K

Rating: General

Category: Fluff then Angst

Disclaimer: PB owns most of the characters and some of the dialogues. I only own my MC.

Triggers: Complications in pregnancy, Few Curse Words, Character Death

Prompts: @choicesaprilchallenge2021 Day 23: Classic/Classical

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Clickety-clack!

Dolores's fingers danced on the keyboards in a swift motion as she strived to complete this last email and get home and have a sleep that she missed yesterday due to late-night cravings.

Around her, a chaos of whispers spread as her colleagues engaged in mindless chitter-chatter of the last hour before the end of the office day.

A few nudges of Hey, Dolores! and its variants reached her, but she steered past them, focusing completely on her work.

Just one more line anndd,

Done!

She hit the send and the ping of the 'sent' notification calmed her overworked nerves.

Come on, Lil tadpole, let's file these papers, get ice cream and go home.

She fondly rubbed her belly. 26 weeks in and yet the fact that she was going to become Mamma Froggy was overwhelming and exciting.

She got the prints and in a hurry, nearly got a paper cut.

Careful there! She cajoled herself and started filing those messy sheets of her hard work of the day.

She was almost done just as-

Waaahhh!

The blazing sound, very much like a siren's, reached all of them, leading to the eruption of panicked commotion between all of them.

They had been run through the fire drill so many times that they didn't need to be told that it was a fire alarm.

Dolores left all her possessions, carrying only her bag with the stuffed froggy she had bought for her baby and tried to run.

But being pregnant doesn't make it very easy. Even more, if there was a fucking fire at the place.

People went haywire. Very few cared about the fact that she was carrying a baby, and they should have the minimum decency to help. Most would selfishly try to save themselves, not giving a damn about anyone.

Dolores tried to pave a way for reaching the elevator. It was nearly impossible for her to get down the stairwell in time to save herself from the hazardous situation. She could see that most of the people had already evacuated.

Why was the fire department not here yet?

The fire was ablaze, surroundings hot, and amidst all, Dolores walked slowly, worried only about her little tadpole and not herself.

She pressed the buttons of the elevator. Waited. But nothing budged.

Fuck it!

Smoke engulfed her and she felt suffocated. All through the light-headedness, she could faintly hear, the siren of the ambulance. She hoped someone would save her from this fiery hell.

But there was no one to help her. No one around. The building burnt and if she did not think of something quickly, she would burn with it as well.

Not viewing any other options, she screamed with as much strength she could garner. Once, Twice, Thrice.

The next actions happened quicker than the blink of an eye. She saw a handsome EMT rush towards her. Even though she was already in a blazing environment, she couldn't stop the he's hot reflex of her brain cells. He came to her and reassured her that he would be able to save her and her baby, picked her up, and slowly, yet swiftly, got out of there.

Just like a superhero.

She thought of telling this story of Super-Man coming to save him and his Mama to her baby and the thought made her giggle.

Her head was light, and she felt choked, but her mind would keep going to the little angel of her womb, worrying only for him.

The last she remembers was reaching the ambulance and coughing vigorously. She couldn't breathe normally. She tried and failed miserably. A slow sensation of blacking out and after that, everything blank.

After who knows how long, Dolores feels the glare of white lights around her giving her eyes a painful competition to open up. She squints, tiredness spreading through her body. From office work or the life-threatening experience? She does not know.

She slowly, very slowly, tries to sit up, her hand on her belly, tenderly stroking it, as if to let the child know that his Mamma would not let any harm come to him. Nurses check in on her, one of them replacing the oxygen mask with a nose tube, and she felt a bit more relaxed.

As she was taking in the surroundings, she realized,

Edenbrook!

Coming back here after so many years brought back many memories. The first time she came here. Oh, how panicked she was! She was getting jitters but that calm and brilliant doctor took care of her, not only inside the hospital but also outside it.

Dr Ethan Ramsey.

He still worked here, he had told her in his last email. I need to meet him! She thought.

When was the last time they had met? In that coffee shop last year, right? It had been long.

She traced the name she had thought for her tadpole over and over again on her belly as if to make him memorize it before coming here to her, and looked around.

There was a minimum difference between the room she had been kept in the first time and the one in which she was now, but the time gap made her feel everything was new.

All of a sudden the door swayed, letting in a young doctor and,

Ethan!

She was genuinely excited about seeing him. Of all the possibilities, she hadn't really considered the fact that he would be coming to treat her. He has important cases to take care of than petty smoke inhalation, right?

A frown appears on his forehead. "What did you get yourself into this time, Dolores?"

His stern tone is the tough layer of a walnut, which hid his soft corner, the concerned heart. She smiled at the realization.

She quickly filled him in with all the details. The fire. The hot superman. The baby. Everything.

She finds the young doctor's surprise about Ethan having friends amusing. The look of surprise she had on her face was priceless.

But when the doctor asked her,

"Was Dr Ramsey always so mean?" she guards her mouth using her hand, "And so handsome?"

It was Dolores's turn to be shocked. She knew just how much Ethan hated interns. He used to whine about how stupid they were all the time to her, online & offline. And here was this intern, having enough courage to ask her such a question in front of him.

Impressive!

"This man's definitely got grouchier than before, but even then he had an edge"

"And as for handsome, I think he has aged like a fine wine" Dolores winked and Ethan fumbled for words.

When he got his tone back, it was strict.

No matter what anyone else thought, Dolores knew the real Ethan. The one without his rough and tough exterior and mean demeanour.

And that Ethan, if he ever came out, would make everyone fall in love with him.

As the doctors mumbled between themselves, she looked around, searching for something.

Umm Hmm. She couldn't see it.

"Excuse me Doctor Sharma" Both of them turned to look at her. "I remember having my bad when the hunk brought me out. Did they bring it here?" She asks, anxiety on its borderline, ready to burst out.

She needed it. Very Much.

Dr Sharma looks around for a bit, carefully conscious eyes trained to spot abnormalities. Her eyes, soon enough, fall on the side table of the bed and she picks the purse up and hands it over to Dolores.

Another frantic search follows. She turns all the contents up and down, her happy demeanour replaced with a visible frown.

It's not here, she says, evidently panicked.

A sadness spreads on her face.

"I must have dropped it in the office" She is on the verge of crying.

Dr Sharma places a kind hand on her shoulder. What Happened? Her questioning eyes wordlessly ask.

Dolores sighs, "It probably sounds stupid but I saw this adorable little frog on my lunch break and had to get it for my little tadpole."

"My parents are gone and the father's not in the picture." She adoringly places a hand on her swollen belly, "I just want everything to be perfect for him."

Dr Sharma gives her shoulder a gentle push of reassurance, and adds, "It's not stupid Dolores, absolutely not. I feel like you're going to be a great mom."

Her words make Dolores smile despite the upsetting circumstances, "Thank You. I- I just wished I hadn't lost it."

She stays lost in the thoughts and daydreams of her little tadpole playing with his first gift, growing ever more upset with every passing second.

"I and Dr Ramsey will find it for you!" Dr Sharma's excited tone jolts her out of her thoughts.

She is surprised first and slowly a smile appears, "Really Ethan? You would do that for me?"

He hesitates.

"Erm- Yes, sure." He fumbles.

"Dr Sharma, let's get this urine sample to the lab first. I will meet you in the lot in ten minutes."

Relieved and Happy, Dolores exclaims, "I am 26 weeks pregnant, Ethan. Not gonna take 10 minutes to make me pee!"

And in 15 minutes, they take her urine sample away and bid adieu with a promise of bringing her token of love for her tadpole back.

She was extremely grateful for Dr Sharma. She doubted if Ethan had given in the first time if it had not been her taking initiative.

Wait a Minute.

Ethan Ramsey listened to an intern? That too, in the first time itself? The observation blew her mind.

She recounted the time he had called her to his home to give a dinner treat. Lovely memories of a different face of the man came to her mind like the waves reaching the shore, one after the other.

"Mmm... Ethan, this is delicious!" Dolores found herself falling deeply in love with this masterpiece of Georgian stuffed chicken.

"Thank You, but it wouldn't have got done without your help" Ethan was never the type to take credit. Boast, Huh? What's that?

That's what she liked the most about him. A fine, handsome man, talented without bounds, a successful doctor having shitloads of money and a chef. He was a complete package and yet seemed to be subtly unaware of it.

They chatted about everything from opera to music to their first meet. It was a jolly time.

That is, until, the conversation landed on romance.

"So, seeing anyone?"

"No, not currently." He blushes a bit.

"Imagine" Dolores leans back on her chair, stretching her legs, "if, I said if, you fell in love with," she pauses to look at his curious face, "an intern?"

"Impossible."

It came even before she had finished the word. Dolores was amused.

"Just imagine!"

"I don't want to waste time imagining something as implausible as that. Can we talk about something else please?"

And here he was today, listening to an intern, a different demeanour than usual. Not that it was love, yet, but there was something.

Was he impressed by her?

He talked differently, listened patiently to the young doctor. That Ethan Ramsey who would not stand with an intern for 5 minutes, listened to one?

Anyone who knew him would laugh off the fact and say it was a joke.

Dolores made sure that if it happens, the falling in love with an intern, she will not let Ethan see the end of it. Teasing him to annoyance, yes that's what she would do.

She turned on some soft classical music on her phone, spreading an instant calm and dozed off for a while...

She gets up with a start on the sound of the door opening. She rubs her eyes to get a better view of the people in front of her.

It was Ethan and Dr Sharma!

She looked at them and yes! there it was, her tadpole's froggy.

She was overjoyed.

"You got it!" Dolores breaks into a grin as the sterilized frog is given to her.

"Happy now?" Ethan asks, the faintest glimmer of happiness in his eyes.

"Yes, very, very, much! Thank you so much, Ethan."

She pulls Dr Sharma into a small hug, "You too Dr Sharma, thank you!"

"Of course, Dolores." The young woman's beautiful face gleams at her, "and you can call me Pooja."

After few minutes of chit chat, Pooja leaves to get Dolores's reports.

"Switch on the TV Ethan, it's boring to sit here and do nothing."

"You know you can do better things than watching stupid TV shows?"

"I am doing it because I want to. The least who can do is help me." She shrugs.

"Fine, fine."

After going on a roundabout tour of the various broadcasted shows, they settled to watch a comedy.

Soon Ethan's stoicism got lost in the wilds and he started laughing along with her.

All the while Dolores held the Froggy affectionately to her tummy, to her little tadpole, as if to show it to him and ask if he likes it.

Amidst all the laughs, the medical reports are completely forgotten until there's a soft knock on the door and Ethan looks at someone from the corner of his eye and go out to meet them.

Still, she remains blissfully unaware of her health conditions and basks in the moments of delight she gets alone with her tadpole.

Her eyes remain glued to the TV screen until the doctors come in and from the morbid faces they wore, she knew that the reports were anything but good.

She switches off the TV.

"What is it? Ethan?"

Pooja steps forward, "I want you not to worry, Dolores."

She feels a mild panic attack bursting inside her, "T-That's what people say when there is something to be worried about. Is my tadpole okay?"

Pooja sighs, "Have you heard of preeclampsia? It's a disease affecting one out of ten pregnant women. In most cases, it is manageable, if monitored properly. But in your case-"

She pauses. And Dolores knows that whatever's coming will not be hopeful.

"It's serious."

Dolores quickly asks, "How serious?"

Not too much. Not too much. Please, god, not too much. She crosses her fingers.

"The blood flow to the placenta is slowing. It could deprive your baby of vital nutrients and oxygen."

With his morbid mask matching his melancholy tone, Ethan says, "Your baby is at risk."

Shit.

"B-But I can still feel the baby kicking!" She urges them to come and feel for themselves.

"Dolores it just means the delivery needs to be done early."

"Impossible." Dolores remarks with a deadly determination. "It's too soon."

"Babies delivered at 26 weeks have a good chance of survival." Dr Sharma tries to convince her.

"A-A chance?"

She is not going to play a game of chances with her beloved tadpole, her little jewel.

They keep convincing her.

"Yes he'll have to spend some time in the N.I.C.U and there are chances of post-birth complications-"

"And some don't make it at all. Is my baby is in danger now?" She asks with a motherly force.

"No, not immediately. But-" Ethan is on his tracks to convince her again.

"Then my little tadpole is staying put."

"Dolores—"

"No, Ethan! Just...give me some time! As long as you can give me. Please" It is a request from her heart, and she is on the verge of tears.

"I give you tonight. To come back to your senses."

When they leave, Dolores cries, caressing her belly, her little tadpole in there. She cannot take a risk with his goddamn life, never ever.

Tears roll down her cheeks and she holds the stuffed frog even tighter to herself, praying to god for his magical abilities and to save her baby.

Please.

She fell asleep while crying. When she wakes up, she finds a few unknown nurses and doctors standing there.

She tries to speak but cannot form words. Her head feels light, just like it did in the office building. She could not sense anything, swallowing was trouble.

She makes random sounds and the people come rushing to her, just as her body breaks into violent convulsions.

"We need to take her to the surgery, QUICK!"

They call for a code blue and everything that happens following that is a haze to her.

They are rushing her to the surgery. Her body shakes vigorously, and she can feel that she doesn't have much time left.

She holds the doctor's hand who was rushing her to the O.R.

"N-nam-me him-m E-Ethan."

And with that, she slowly spirals down the realm of unconsciousness, the last thought to ever strike her mind was,

Little tadpole, mamma loves you. You will be okay. Mamma will always be there with you, for you.

And with that her breath leaves her body, the last tear dropping on the O.R. bed.

As Ethan Hudson sees the light of his new life, Dolores passes away into the darkness.

I love you little tadpole.

PS: Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day ahead! Love, Manamee🤍.

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Going Home Chapter 5

Summary: After a pregnancy scare.Apple tries to Santi about it,but he put his foot in his mouth. this chapter is a long one!! hope yall enjoy it.

Warning: fighting and pregnancy scare

Weekend is finally here. Time for resting up from the hectic work week. Not the case for Santi and Apple. She has to work at the ER tonight,and won't be home till the early morning. Santi is babysitting his goddaughter, Mia . For a five month old she is full of energy. He is nervous to no end. Afraid he might hurt her or even give her the wrong food. Frankie gave him a list of things she likes,and what time to feed her. Not to mention her baby food. Also her blanket she sleeps with,and the baby monitor. Santi keeps telling himself” I can do this . no problem. Only two days of this. Apple would be there to help me. “ Speaking of his darling . Who has been working hard. She volunteered to work in the ER since there was a nurse due to the stomach flu. She told him that she would text him from time to time. Before the baby gets here. Went to find his guitar . Just in case he has to sing her to sleep. Or to entertain her while she is in the playpen.

Franke yells for Santi to help him with all of the baby stuff. He needs this time away. Even if it was to teach young army recruits to learn the fine art of flying. Good opportunity for his wife to have a break. Randi comes in with the little baby. Still in her carriage. Sits it on the couch. Looks so cute when she is asleep. Frankie tells Santi,” She will be fine. She just had her bottle. If she cries. Just sing something sweet can't have her grow up listening to metallica.” Santi moans,” aww come on man!! She wants to have a hip uncle.” Frankie just rolled his eyes. Before leaving. Frankie leans down to place a kiss on his daughter’s head,and tells Santi,” Thank you for doing this man. Means a lot. Tell apple jacks hope she does not work too hard.” Santi nods and closes the door very softly so it won't wake her up. He goes over to sit next to the baby. Watching her sleeping so peacefully. Thinking how lucky Frankie is. To have a child. A family. Maybe one day him and Apple can have that as well.

Apple hated lying to her love. How can she tell him that she thought she was pregnant. Took a test that did not seem right. As a nurse. She knows something is not right. Before going to work. She went to her doctor to find out what was going on.According to her doctor’s findings that Apple had a false positive. That made her feel really sad. Thought it would be a nice surprise to tell Santi that he was gonna be a daddy. Since Santi has been spending time with his goddaughter, it's natural for him to have those kinds of thoughts. As soon as she got home. She is gonna tell Santi her sad news. In hopes he does not get mad at her.

On the homefront. Santi is having baby problems. Mia was due for her evening feeding. After giving her a bottle. Santi was burping her,and she spit up on his shirt. Which took him by surprise,” Okay little one. You just made a mess on your uncle. Hope you know that I will be smelling like your dinner. Muchas gracias, little one.” After discarding his messy tee,tries to change her diaper. Thinking he got it round her small body. Picks her up,and the diaper falls down. Mia starts to pee! Poor uncle Santiago, not having a good day. Apple watched that ordeal. Puts a strain on her heart. Seeing him with her broke her heart into millions of pieces. Quietly went upstairs to their room and cried.

After giving the little one a bath.Santi looked out the window to see Apple’s jeep under the carport. That puzzled him.She always calls out to him when she comes home. Something is not right. Soon he puts Mia in her bed,and turns on the monitor, goes into their room to see his darling. Curled up into a ball.Sobbing into her pillow. He lays down behind her,” Hay mi amor, what is the matter? Hard day? Want me to get you something to eat.” She wipes her eyes,” No Santi, Not hungry”Santi brushes a few strands of hair from her face,” Don't shut me out honey. Whatever it is. We can work it out.” She sat up so she could lay her head on his chest. Take a breath,” Before work, I felt like I was gonna puke. Thinking I was pregnant . Took a test. The results were not right. Sooo.. I went to the doctor,and found out it was a false positive!! “ Santi didn't know what to feel right now. Sad that he is not gonna be a dad or she didn't let him go to the appointment with her, Lets out a sigh,” baby, why didnt you fucking tell me about this earlier! Though we were done keeping secrets! “ Apple sits up, starts to pace the floor,” You think it was hard not telling you! I was scared Shooter!! Seeing you with Mia made me think about our future. Feel that we might not have that kind of a miracle!” Santi walks over to her, pulls her into his arms.Let her cry.All he could do is hold her tight. He led her back to bed so he could comfort her. Softly sings to her so she could calm down. While rubbing her shoulder,and placing kisses there,” Apple, thought it was a sign that it is not the time for us to be parents. So don't worry about it so much. We have a little one in the other room we can practice on till then. Won't hurt to keep trying to make a baby.” Apple tried not to get mad,” Santi! You sound like it is your mission to make a baby!! Maybe I don't want to try to get pregnant right after the most sad event of our lives!!” He really put his foot in his mouth again.Caused Apple to get up and go outside so she could be by herself.

After the loud outbursts from the adults. Mia started to cry. Like a flash . Santi rushes over to her, picks her up. Rocking her as he walked around the room looking out the window sees his other baby. Sitting under the huge oak tree. How could he say that to her? All he wanted to do is to make her laugh.Not to make her mad. That thought was dashed when Mia started to cry again,” Guess I just screwed up yet again little one. I love your aunt so much. She is the one for me. Always have been. Not ready to be alone again. Afraid she might leave me. “ She reached to touch his rough cheek. That made him tear up. Soon as he puts the little one back to bed. He calls the one person he could trust.

Apple was not doing better either. So many emotions to deal with.Sad about the test results, mad about Santi’s bad choice of words about making babies. Maybe she is not ready for that. Hoping he would understand if they took a break from having sex. Too many things to think about. So she takes out her phone,and calls Lizzy. After a couple of rings,” Omg! What did Doc Bailey say? Are you or are you not pregnant? “ Apple sobs,” It's a false positive! Told Santi about it. He was so hurt about the news ,and pissed that I didn't let him go to the appointment. Then he had the audacity to say that he wants to keep trying to have a baby! After what I went through. Maybe I don't want to rush that just yet.Lizzy sighs,” Honey, have you two ever talked about having a baby? If not? No time like the present to do this. He loves you so much girl! “ Apple took her friend’s advice to heart. Looked up to see Santi watching her from the upstairs window.

Santi was on the phone with Frankie. Pacing around like a caged animal. He is beyond scared. Frankie said,” Dude! Number one you really put your size 10 foot in your mouth. Sometimes you need to see this situation through her perspective. Apple jacks is scared. Just love her Santi, just love her. Show her that there is more to your relationship that just sex. I know that is not the case.I forgot. We are coming home early. Weather is going to be bad tomorrow. “ Santi sighs,” Are y'all in town?” Frankie says,” we are at the diner. Why don't you bring Mia with you. So we can have a family dinner. Might do you some good.” Soon as he got off the phone with Frankie. Packed up a sleeping Mia,and put her in her carrier. Little does that he know. Apple is gonna join them too. Randi just got off the phone with Apple. Both of them are about to walk into an ambush.

Soon as he got Mia all situated in his truck. Noticed Apple’s jeep is gone. Pays no mind to it. Thinking she might have gone out to get something. While driving. He was thinking about the time they spent together. Got him to tear up again,” Come on Santi! Focus! Do what Fish said “think about her feelings . then sees Apple’s jeep! Thinking she is there to get some take out. No! Sees her with both Randi and Frankie! Broke his heart to see her leaning on Frankie’s shoulder . Crying. Santi takes a breath, goes inside, takes a seat behind them. Frankie nudges his wife for her to look behind her,'' See you made it safely. Give me my baby! OH have I missed you! Wearing a small Metallica tee? Santi really.” Apple looked up from Frankie’s shoulder. Caused her to bail. Santi punched his friend’s shoulder,” This was a setup!! What is the deal! “ Randi speaks up,” Call what you want. You two have an issue that needs to be dealt with! So go!” Santi went outside to catch up with Apple. As soon she gets inside of her jeep. Santi knocks on the window,” sweetheart, I want to tell you that I'm a dick about your feelings. Never wanted to hurt you. Talking to our friends made me realize that. Yes, being with Mia made me think about us having a family. Something we never had the chance to discuss. So let's do that okay? Come out so we can figure out what to do.``Apple got out of the jeep,and Santi pulls her close.Rocking her back and forth. After a few moments, she finally calms down. He kissed her tears that fell onto her cheeks. Apple whispers” Glad that you finally see what my mind was going through. Yes, we have never discussed the family thing,I want the same thing,but lets not try to make it the reason for us to have sex Santi. Give me time to process this. Then we could start again. Can you do that for me Santi? Can you wait?” Santi placed both of his hands on her cheeks,” Of course mi amor anything you want. Was afraid that you would leave me! Could bare the thought of that tore me up. “ she kissed his lips, tasted the salty tear,” Why would I do that? We had another fight. So what! Couples fight. So let me get through your thick head Mr. Garcia. I'm not going nowhere!” He pulls her towards the diner and sees Frankie giving him a thumbs up sign.

[pixie88]

Bad Decision

Chapter 4 - Our Little Secret.

A/N: Queen B fanfiction. I’m currently editing and adding all  my FF to my new account. All being added to my pinned masterlist on my profile. Let me know if you would like to be tagged! 

Find previous chapters HERE under Queen B - Our Little Secret.

Word count: 1757

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Some adult language & Angst

Disclaimer: Characters are property of Pixelberry.

Pairings: Ian x MC - Lyla.

Enjoy!

"Lillian, I can explain" Ian tells her "How can any explanation make the fact you are sleeping with a student make this right? Ian, this is wrong on so many levels! Do you not care about your career?" she asks him.

I close the door, Ian turns to me for help "Lillian, I understand this looks bad but I promise this isn't how it started. When we first met I had no idea he was my professor nor did he know I was his student" "So when you did find out why didn't you stop it Ian?" Lillian asks him.

"Lillian, I tried, but the more I denied myself the more I wanted. I love Lyla, I'm even moving to a different university, so I can be with her without any repercussions" " So, you tried? It doesn't look like you tried very hard Ian! What do you two fuck between classes? I bet Lyla is an A class student in your class she has to be considering she's fucking her professor. Ian, how can you be so reckless?" Ian face turns to annoyance.

Lillian, Stop! I will not have you talk about or to Lyla like that! Yes, I have been reckless, but that is from my own doing!" Lillian face soften "Ian, I'm sorry! I just don't want this to blow up in your face and end your career you worked so hard for" (Lillian is right, I can't let Ian risk his career for me. At least not while he's still working here).

"Ian, your sister is right, maybe we should cool it until you start your new job. I can't risk you losing everything for me. So, I think it is best that you find a new TA for the rest of your time here. I'll see you in class." I put the graded essays on the small coffee table.

I go to leave the room, but I feel an arm on my shoulder "Lyla, No! Don't do this!" I turn to face him, his eyes are sad "Ian, I don't want to, but we have to," I see Lillian giving me an agreeing nod to the side of Ian.

"We can still carry on in secret, no one will know" his eye pleading with me (I have to tell him about Poppy) "Someone found out!" I tell him, and he pulls away "You're lying! You're just saying that, so I agree to take a break." "Ian, I wish I was, but I'm not. Poppy found out about us she had photo's of us. She was going to use them to blackmail me, but I managed to delete every copy she had and burn the paper ones. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry. I didn't want you to be a part of my mess" he gives me those puppy dog eyes I can't resist.

"Lyla, You should have told me. We could've dealt with that together" I smile "As much as I love you being my knight in shining armour, this was my mess" "No Lyla, It was our mess. You should've told me." he cups my face.

"I know, but so we don't have this problem again, I think we cool it just until you no longer my professor!" he lets go of my face, turns away from me and takes a seat behind his desk.

"Ian, I know it must be hard, but it makes sense and it's only for a few weeks. I think what Lyla is doing is very noble" she smiles at me.

"If that's all Lyla you may go. I'll get a new TA sorted from tomorrow." he doesn't look at me. I leave his office deflated. (Get a grip 8 weeks aren't that long).

2 Weeks later, I have only seen Ian in class I avoid being the first one there so it isn't awkward or at least any more awkward than Ian has made it. Ian avoids my eyes in every lesson and ignores me around campus. He got a new TA 2 days after I told him to get a new one.

I'm not sure Tony seems up to the job as Ian stressed when ever he's around. Ian's class has ended and I'm getting my stuff together to leave when I hear "Ian! It's so good to see you again" I look up to see Lexi approaching Ian's desk at the front of the class.

I hear his husky tone as I make my way to the end of the aisle to leave the classroom "Lexi, you're early" I reach the door when I hear her reply, "Oh, I thought maybe we could have a few drinks before Richard and Annie arrive" (Argh I need a drink and also a bath tub to drown Lexi in).

I send a quick text to Zoe asking if she was free tonight, but she has a lot of studying to catch up on so would probably spend the night in the library.

(Looks like your on your own tonight Lyla).

After I head home to change I found myself outside The Base Lounge a new club that opened last week. I make my way inside and take a seat at the bar and order a passion fruit martini.

After I don't know how many martinis I pull out my phone. I want to text Ian but I shouldn't, but I go against my better judgement.

[Hi Ian, I hope yuo are having a dreadful time on your date with Lexi!]

[You* Whoops]

PING (5 Minutes later)

[Lyla, I am not on a date with Lexi. We are just having dinner with a few colleagues.]

I laugh nearly falling off the bar stool.

[I bet that's not how she sees it. Now you're free for the making.]

[making*]

[Wait that's still not right taking*]

PING (3 Minutes later)

[Lyla, No one is going to take me. You said it was for the best!]

[That was sober Lyla's idea. She's stupid!! I dom't like her!]

[Don't*]

PING (2 Minutes later)

[Lyla, Are you drunk?]

[Well duh! Come on progessor you have a degree. I thought that was obvious!]

PING (1 Minute later)

[Maybe you should get your friends to take you home to sober up!]

[Professor*]

[ Haha, I would but Zoey was busy]

PING (50 seconds later)

[You're by yourself??]

[You know for a professor you are pretty dumb. Of courses I'm by myself if Zoey isn't here. I'm going to walk home after I have been for a pee. Do you know this place has shared toilets! I know it's new but that's just weird right?]

[Course*]

PING (30 Seconds later)

[LYLA, DO NOT WALK HOME! I'M COMING TO GET YOU! JUST STAY THERE!!]

[No need to shout. Well text shout haha. No I'm fine. I can walk. I'll see you in class tomorrow]

I hear my phone continuously ping and ring, but I ignore it and I make my way out of the club. I start walking in the direction I think my dorm is in.

(I feel like I've been walking forever, everything is spinning, Oh no I'm going to...) I run over to the nearest bin and puke. Once I've stopped I clean myself open with a tissue I have in my bag. (Not my classiest moment) "Are you ok?" I look up to find some guy with long black hair staring at me.

(Oh my god, I have hair envy) "Wow, I love your hair!" He smiles "Thanks, but are you ok?" "Yes, I am fine frank you, I mean thank you" "Are you on your way home?" I look at him confused.

(Oh god, he's one of these weirdos that bury young girls under his driveway) "STRANGER DANGER!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I move away from Mr. Perfect Hair. "Stay away from me" he seems shocked "No! Look, I was just checking you were ok. I did mean to scare you" I still back away from him.

"Keep away from me," I shout at him again. I hear a car pull up, the headlights light us up I turn I can't see who it is but because the light is blinding me but I soon recognize the voice.

"Lyla, there you are" Ian comes into view "I've been looking everywhere for you!" he turns to Mr. Perfect Hair "Can I help you?" Ian asks him. "I was just checking she was ok when I saw her throwing up in the bin over there then the mad cow started screaming stranger danger. She's fucking nuts mate." (Everything after that happened in slow motion) Ian squares Mr. Perfect Hair straight in the jaw.

He runs off and Ian takes my hand and leads me to his car.

He gets into the driver's seat, he seems angry "Are you ok Ian?" his jaw tenses "Ian, I said are yo..." "I KNOW WHAT YOU SAID, LYLA!" he shouts, "Excuse you!" "I'm sorry I didn't mean to shout, but you have no idea how worried I was about you!" "Ian, I'm ok!" "You might not have been! Why would you put yourself in danger like that?" "I wanted a drink and no one was free, Plus I was jealous!" I turn away from him.

"Jealous?" he asks I roll my eye "Yes, jealous of Lexi being able to be seen out in public with you and just in your company," he looks over to me with soft eyes "Lyla, This was your idea. I was happy to keep seeing you in secret, but you decided it was best." "Now I don't think it's best. Ian, I miss you," he quickly looks over to me with a smile before returning his eyes to the road.

"I have to admit I've missed you terribly, but you need to figure out what you want!" "Ian, it's you! I want you. I can't wait 6 more weeks, it's killing me now" I see him smirk.

He takes my hand and pulls it to his lips before placing a small kiss against my knuckles "I want you to, Lyla. But if we are going to do this we need to be careful, very careful! No one can know!" "Of course!" "Not even Lillian!" "Ok, but if we are trying to be careful for the next 6 weeks I don't think you should be seen dropping me at my dorm" "Where shall I drop you home?" I grin.

"At your place Professor!" I wink.

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 5.

[alison-anonymous]

♡ first "i love you" | t.l.

This amazing little demon boy doesn't get written about enough, so imma just fix that😘❤ also, this is my first headcanon, so I'm so sorry if it sucks😢😂

Warnings - ANGST, buncha fluff at the end, poor heartbroken/pissed Tom

Tom Lucitor Headcanon - First "I Love You"

First "I Love You" with Tom...

♡ it legit all started with a party, courtesy of Star, of course. It was supposed to be a birthday party on your behalf, but of course, Star messed up the date so it was two weeks before your actually birthday.

♡ it wasn't that big of a party, just you, Star, Marco, Pony Head, Tom, Janna, and Kelly, along with a couple other friends and creatures (some you didn't even know).

♡ the party had began with you showing up slightly late because it had just started storming outside, and Pony Head had demanded that you bring along some of the best alcohol so she could "try some", but you knew there was more to it than that.

♡ obviously you brought some anyway

♡ it was a horrible mistake😂

♡ once you made it through the doors you were soaking wet, holding a case of beer in your hand and a useless umbrella in the other. It didn't take long for your friends to start off the party with a friendly game of Never Have I Ever. Of course, Star made you sit next to Tom, whom you had a majorly embarrassing crush on😘

♡ you were sitting so close to each other that your knees were touching the entire time. Face as red as a tomato the entire time, and you couldn't seem to stop stuttering from how close you were to the demon prince. Something about even just being near him gave you shivers.

♡ as the rounds went on, you all began to drink for every point you lost. And let's just say, you all got pretty drunk! Except for Tom, who seemed to have a strange tolerance for the burning liquid.

♡ you, being in your drunken state, at one point leaned your head against his shoulder and heaved out a big sigh, breathing in his scent. He had froze at first from the sudden contact, and the two of you were immune to the giggles around you and the shipping coming from Star. He relaxed and allowed you to lean in closer, stiffening slightly to support you so you didn't slump over.

♡ you didn't even remember when you mumbled low enough so only he could hear, "you smell amazing"

♡ to which he let out a small chuckle and glanced around to make sure no one was watching before casually reaching over to tuck a loose strand of your hair that had fallen into your eyes back behind your ear. "Thank you"

♡ if it were even possible, you turned an even brighter shade of red as the group decided that they were all drunk enough to switch to Truth or Dare. You got to ask the question first.

♡ "Marcoo," you drawled, feeling your senses leave you defenseless as the room grew a fuzzy. You definitely weren't good with alcohol. You almost tipped over from your lack of balance, but lucky Tom snaked his arm around your waist to support you once again. Feeling his warmth pressed against your skin sent shivers down your spine and sent the butterflies soaring inside your stomach. Getting a certain glitter in your eyes, you proceeded, "truth or dare?"

♡ "uuuhhh" he lolled to one side, accidentally smacking Pony Head in the neck as she floated sideways from the alcohol. "Truth!"

♡ "oooh okay," you giggled, tapping your lip as you snuggled in closer to Tom's side, loving the feeling of his arm around you a little too much than a friend would. Finally, the perfect question popped into your brain.

♡ "are you secretly in love with Star?"

♡ Marco let out an exaggerated gasp and placed a hand over his heart, almost causing himself to fall over. "Me??"

♡ but don't think no one noticed the way that he glanced longingly over at Star as she was drunkenly obsessing over one of the laser puppies for simply walking. A look of pure love was set in his eyes. A look that you wished a certain someone would look at you with...

♡ only you were too focused on Marco to realize that Tom was indeed staring down at you rather than at the Starco ship about to sail before you.

♡ "permission to knock myself out so I don't have to answer?" He questioned, looking at you with complete seriousness.

♡ "permission denied, you walnut. Now spill!"

♡ "fineeee," he ughed, collapsing onto the floor and covering his red face with his hands. You could already tell his heart was racing as Star finally returned back to the group, getting a repetition of the question from a very drunk Pony Head. Her eyes suddenly softened, and for a moment, you could swear she was suddenly sober.

♡ "yes."

♡ and then there was nothing but screaming shippers for quite some time. You'll admit, you did get in on that screaming session a bit as Starco finally was about to sail. After that, a couple more rounds passed (Kelly was dared to pee in an empty alcohol bottle, Pony Head to scream that she was pregnant at the guards, and Tom was dared to have you sit on his lap for the remainder of the game). You weren't complaining at all, to be honest. He had his arms wrapped firmly around your waist as you had your back pressed to his chest, your drunken self completely forgetting that just about everyone in the room knew about your crush on Tom except perhaps the demon himself.

♡ and while Marco definitely was going to thank you later, he wasn't done with revenge yet.

♡ so once it was finally his turn, he turned to you with a smirk on his face and once you said truth, he posed the question that would change your life. All of your friends looked like they were on the edge of their seat, awaiting to see if another ship would sail tonight.

♡ "who are you in love with?"

♡ in your brain, dozens of images of Tom flashed behind your eyes. All of the times that he was there for you, all of the times your hands accidentally brushed, all of the sparks that you felt and were still feeling whenever you touched, the way that you longed to know what it felt like to kiss him, to call him yours... how badly you wanted to tell him how you felt and how you kept it locked away because you feared that he still loved Star. You wanted to get to slow dance with him, to get to cuddle whenever you wanted, to drape your arms around his neck and pull him close to you when he was angry to calm him down, you wanted to be the reason he was a changed man. You wanted him to be yours. Because you were in love with Tom. Every inch of him, every aspect, every flaw, every temper tantrum, you loved him. It was you, you thought to yourself, picturing him perfectly in your mind even though you were sitting on his lap.

♡ it was always you.

♡ you felt Tom stiffen as soon as the question left Marco's mouth, but you had ignored it when you were lost in thought. Now, remember that your brain was very fuzzy and your decision making skills were slightly impaired and your balance was off and things just weren't making much fucking sense when you looked directly at Marco and said, without hesitation -

♡ "you"

♡ the room grew dead silent

♡ Marco and you were probably the most confused of all as he stared at you with furrowed brows, recalling all of the times that you had gushed and cried to him about Tom. You were confused because, in your mind, it had made perfect sense who you were talking about.

♡ and then Tom fucking SNAPPED

♡ he gently slid you off his lap, even though you could tell he was pissed, and raised to his feet, all eyes on him, trying to surpress the rage that was boiling inside of him.

♡ you know Tom, it didn't work too well

♡ he was suddenly enveloped in fire, levitating slightly off of the floor, eyes a hot luminescent shade and a scowl embedded deep in his lips as he stared at you and Marco in pure hatred. His scowl faltered for a minute and for a second, just for a second, you saw a heartbroken gaze casted in your direction.

♡ and that was when your intoxicated brain finally put the pieces together

♡ "T-Tom," you stuttered. Struggling to raise yourself to your feet, you tried to reach out to him, but his burning with hatred body wrenched itself away from you, like he was repelled by you.

♡ you weren't quite sure who was more heartbroken here as you watched him snarl at you, "Liar"

♡ "Tom, you don't understand, I mean-"

♡ but the second you saw a lone tear slide down his cheek, he was gone, flying out the doors and out into the storm that was falling down hard outside. Thunder growled above and lightning shattered across the sky. Turning to your silent and very confused circle of friends, you placed a hand on your forehead and felt the tears begin to pool.

♡ "i-i didn't mean you, Marco. I meant him," you croaked, turning to the open doors. Just as the realization was setting in for your friends, you decided to race out after the love of your life before he got away.

♡ you should have paid more attention during health class when they were talking about the effects being drunk has on your body

♡ you were like a fricking octopus with your flailing arms and wet mop of hair as the rain cooled down your sore and hot body, making your clothes stick to your skin and your hair slump against your scalp. But that wasn't the important part. Trying to find Tom in your hazy vision was the important part. And it didn't help that rain kept making the fluffy trees look like floating bushes.

♡ "Tom!" You screamed. Tears began streaming down your cheeks once you finally caught sight of his retreating figure, standing eerily still in the middle of the rain. It had probably extinguished his flames, for he wasn't on fire anymore. Practically falling over yourself, you did the best you could to race to his side and literally did fall over, crumbling down onto the muddy ground below you.

♡ Tom's expression flickered from rage to concern, but he forced the rage switch back on as he refused to look at you, beginning to walk away from you as you helped yourself up. Before he could get away again, you quickly wrapped your hand around his arm and used what little strength you had to whirl him around to face you

♡ you must've pulled a little too hard because your foreheads touched from the impact right as your eyes met... and you were about to lose yourself in his beautiful red irises before he suddenly lurched himself away from you and snarled at you, his eyes turning red hot once again.

♡ "don't touch me" he snarled, a look of pure heartbreak written across his features. You felt your heart nearly shatter. He tried to walk away again, but you once again grabbed ahold of his arm

♡ "y/n, don't do this," his voice was suddenly pleading, though he refused to look at you, his tone wasn't the demonic rage-filled one anymore. Instead it was... pained and soft.

♡ "Tom, please, I screwed up, I didn't mean to say Marco," you bit your lip so hard you could almost taste blood. Tom pulled away from you once again, only this time, he stayed. Finally casting his gaze towards you, you saw the faint tear streaks on his cheeks and the angry fire still flashing through his eyes.

♡ "explain" he demanded.

♡ shivering slightly from the chilled rain, you took a deep breath and attempted to think before you spoke. But that's overrated, so you just let your drunk self take the reins for a bit.

♡ "when I said you, I meant YOU, Tom"

♡ his eyes went wide

♡ you continued before he could interrupt, "it was and always will be you Tom. I've been in love with you for so long that I've lost track of the days. I've wanted to be with you so badly and tell you how I feel but I've held it in because I was afraid you didn't love me back, that you still loved Star. But...

♡ "I love you, Tom"

♡ at that very moment, he completely melted inside. Because little did you know, he too had been in love with you for so long, and in even more love with you than he could ever have imagined being with Star. You were everything to him, and he never wanted anyone else to have you. Which was why he was so pissed when he heard what you said. His eyes softened as he watched you stutter in the rain, shivering slightly. He must have forgotten to say something because your anxious self kept talking

♡ "I take your silence as a no... I completely understand if you're totally in love with someone else, especially Star, I know I'm weird an-"

♡ "I love you too."

♡ now it was your turn to freeze. Staring at him, it seemed that you were basically frozen in place as he shrugged off his jacket and stepped closer to you, wrapping it around your shoulders and letting his hands linger on your arms a little longer than necessary

♡ you couldn't look away from his eyes, your heartbeat racing and the butterflies screaming as he smiled softly down at you. You managed to grip onto the sleeves of his jacket and wrapped it tighter around you as you finally broke the anticipating silence

♡ "w-wait, what?"

♡ he playfully rolled his three eyes, and smirked down at you, the fire in his eyes dancing. He took another step closer to you, closing the distance greatly to the point where your noses were only inches apart.

♡ you could feel his warmth radiating off of him as your knees went weak. Almost stumbling, he snaked one arm around your waist and kept the other up by your neck to help you stay upright. A smirk floated across his lips as he chuckled at the starstruck state he had you in.

♡ "do you need me to show you what I mean?" He whispered against your lips.

♡ you were internally gasping for breath from the air you had been unknowingly holding in. Finally exhaling, you felt your eyelids go heavy as you subconsciously nodded.

♡ with the rain pounding down on the ground and your bodies, you watched through half lidded eyes as Tom slowly leaned in closer... and closer...

♡ until his lips locked onto yours

♡ and omg the sparks between you two could've killed a power grid

♡ like damn

♡ the sign standing a few feet away from you two burst into flames from you-know-who😉😉

♡ but let's just say that it was the most amazing kiss in the rain that you had ever had. And there are many more to come with Tom, I'll just tell you that😂

♡ but you had finally gotten Tom!

♡ the alcohol just helped a little ♡

♡ a.a.

[stardust-static]

Puppy update 🥰

So if you didn't know I got to bring this guy home early which was about two and a half weeks ago now. We weren't supposed to get him till 8 weeks which was the 16th of December, but we got a call when he was six weeks saying that he's eating solid food and no longer needs his mama. Bailey and I did research and found that puppies usually still need a mama dog to learn mannerisms from and usually they're still nursing at that age. However since he was eating solids and I have three mature age dogs to teach him, & I'm an experienced dog owner who will pretty much be home with him all the time. I thought that it should be fine. Also he was sleeping outside in a pen.. these dogs are typically farm dogs and sleep outside with the farm animals to protect them at night. I was worried he might get too used to that and not want to sleep in the house.. some people get GP'S that are a little older and they usually won't sleep indoors as they want to patrol at night. We want our guy to be inside at night. These are typically working dogs that want a job, but mostly we wanted him to be a pet and his "job" is to protect my other dogs incase of coyotes and us incase of intruders. So it wasnt such a bad deal to get him when he was still so young and impressionable. We agree to come get him. Took a spur of the moment two hour drive. Got out to the farm in the middle of no where. He handed me the other boy. I knew he wasn't mine because I had been staring at this picture of my puppy for weeks. I set it as my wallpaper.

As you can see my guy had speckled nose (its fading now :( ) so he brings me my baby who was just sleeping and he's holding him up to me by his neck fat and he's crying and I grabbed him and he nuzzled his little face into my neck and that was it. We got in the car and I held him close to me and he shook and shivered half of the way and I just kept comforting him. He flinched everytime I touched him clearly not having much human contact. Half the way home he started warming up to me and was giving me kisses and wagging his tail. Bailey and I fell in love with him. We could not handle how adorable he was. Then we finally made it home. I set him in the garage and he was still so goofy and unsure of me. Then he came to me and let me pet him and love on him. Then one by one I let the other dogs in to meet him. They didn't really think much of him at first. Next we gave him a bath which he clearly never had. He smelled like urine and there was so much dirt in his fur. He was a little angel in the bath. The next day he became more confident and started to play with all his new toys and the eskies were pretty jealous. I've made sure to give them all equal amounts of love so no one feels neglected. Wally as always is a lot of work in that department. He's got his behavior problems which have heightened since the puppys arrival. We're working on that. Fast forward to today and Winston adores him. They play so cute together and Winston will actually let the baby cuddle him. Wally just.. I don't think he knows what a baby is. He's very rough and quick to anger. Bailey and I always say that he would have made a great only dog, but he's definitely not so all we can do is correct his behavior when he's mean to the puppy. The puppy cares very little about Wally's hissy fits though. I just don't want him to learn any bad behaviors from Wally. He hasn't yet. He's honestly just a big goofy teddy bear. Such a happy little guy. He's already doubled in size. Everyday I look at him and notice him getting bigger. Today I noticed that he's getting his long coat hairs coming through. He no longer fits in our kitchen sink that we washed him in the first night. Since we did get him so young he is very attached to me. I can not leave him alone. I've been sleeping on the couch with him when Bailey has to work in the morning and he's a sweetie. He snuggles up to my face and gives me kisses to wake me up when he has to potty. He's perfect. The only difficult thing is potty training. The worst part of raising a puppy for me. Especially now that we have carpet in every room. Luckily my mom gave us her commercial carpet cleaner. I put that baby to use last night. It's coming along though... Anytime now I'll have him potty trained. I had my mom babysit him today while I worked and she said he was an angel and didn't potty in her house once so thats good! I just watch him like a hawk and try to catch him before he goes. I'm always letting him outside and hopefully he'll learn how to use the dog door soon. We just got that set up for him, though we will need a bigger one eventually.

Now let me tell you about the stressful ass day I had yesterday and about how I just wanted to lock myself in my room and cry at the end of it all-- because of my pets.

First we wake up and I let the dogs out, and discover that Wally is leaving our yard. The gate on the back side of our property is a metal bar gate with chicken wire over it. Wally pushed the chicken wire out of the way and slipped his skinny little weasel body through the bars. So we went to buy a heavier duty wire fencing to put over the metal fence. Bailey said we should bring Toby cause we want to socialize him and also get him used to the car. So we bring him and on the way home Bailey says we should put him in the trunk of my suv so he could be more comfortable and because he was scratching Bailey up on the way to home depot with his little puppy claws. So we put him back there and we're on our way to get food and Toby is in the back screaming his head off. Then we go "whats that smell?" And I look in my rear view mirror and I see our puppy Toby with his feet hanging over the backseat, paws covered in shit and he's just jumping on everything back there that he can, just really smearing it everywhere. So I'm like WE NEED TO GO HOME NOW!!! just trying so hard not to puke. Bailey is laughing his ass off. Then Toby jumps over and into the back seat. I don't know with what strength suddenly. Winston and Wally have never managed to get out of the trunk space. So now he's making his way to me and I have to reach back and just hold him in place. Theres shit all over my back seat now. I'm crying. I keep gagging. Then Bailey starts to get queezy. We're both not keeping it together. So we eventually get home. Bailey cleans the car and I clean the puppy. Then I have to clean Winston because he ate my mascara while we were gone and got it all over himself. Then as I'm letting the dogs out my indoor cat bolts out of the house for the third time this week. I didn't even go after her. I just said "so be it!". I was having such an annoying day. Then Bailey goes to get us food and I put puppy in the kitchen because I need to vacuum and shampoo the carpets. Puppy screams his head off the entire time cause he hates being confined. The cat comes home an hour later. Bailey and I eat and get to work repairing the fence. Then puppy pees later on the newly shampood carpet. Then Bailey and I get dinner and put puppy in the kitchen again. We're just there at the dinner table eating our Chili's takeout, Bailey goes to get something out of the kitchen and I just hear him go "oh...no." I just looked at him and go "did the puppy shit in there?" and he goes "yup" I say "is it everywhere?" And he says "yuup..."

There was no peace to be had that day.

The dogs woke up and chose chaos.

So today Bailey went to work and so did I.

It was the first time since getting the fence put up that I let the dogs have free roam without me being there for hours. I've been really afraid to. It my number one fear right now, them getting out or stolen or somehow attacked by another animal, but I left the dog door open and just let them be for the day and took the puppy to my parents house. We're also letting the cat come and go as she wants now, because she has been so determined to leave the house. She's constantly bolting out the door and would even rather be in the garage most days. So we're letting her be and hopefully nothing happens to her. I took the bell off her collar so she can be extra stealthy. She did go into my neighbors yard and their 5 dogs chased her away and after that she's just been hanging out on our property laying in the dirt, soaking up the sun. Theres a little dog door built into the garage door that I'm now keeping open for her.

But yeah.. like I said my parents said that Toby is an angel and they'll watch him any time and I came home to the yard still intact and my dogs perfectly fine after being alone for six hours.

I enjoyed my much needed mini break from them and I'm going to go out tomorrow as well now that I feel confident that they'll be okay if I leave them sometimes.

I guess I'll end this massive post about my animals now.

✌💖

[mcshiiin]

Title: Not My Energy

Pairings: KageHina

Sypnosis: A short, sad songfic about the two where Hinata lost his ability to fly

Song used: Not my Energy by IV of Spades

[A/n: Thank you for reading! I hope u enjoy huhu]

"I've ran out of reasons, reasons to comfort my mind."

Harbingers of daybreak busted his windows open. With gleaming dark eyes and sleek black talons, a crow stared straight to his soul. A sudden prickling sensation running from his toes began clobbering his body, rendering him paralyzed. Panting... Gasping... Drowning his mind in a sea of sorrow.

"Illusions, delusions. Confusions are running inside."

Hinata, despite sinking down the shallow waters feels as if he's floating mid-ar, going "boing boing". Slowly plummeting down the sea floor, he never hit the bottom. Instead, he landed rather harshly on the plywood surface of the gym. A familiar stinging pain on his palm smiled at him viciously. Taken aback, he grabbed his thumping, hollow chest and inhaled as much air as he could. An unforgiving force clashed against his torso, almost obliteraring him before the ceiling collapsed.

"Pale lips and dark lies has conquered the dreamer's eyes."

Poring dreamily at the honey glazed tree tops with hooded eyes, a sigh escaped from his drought ridden lips. While licking away the parchness on his lips, a worried yet kind gaze cut through him from the opened door.

"Sho-kun, you're going to be alright. Don't worry sweetie, we're here for you."

"Nii-chan! Hang in there. I love you!"

The warmth from his sister's hug dissipated into thin air. The soft caress from his Mom ghosted above his puffed out cheeks. Forcing his lips to curl upwards, he fooled them. Just as how their words of affirmation and consolidation were mere lies to comfort him.

" 'Cause there is something in those eyes I can never find, boy."

"Hinata boke..."

Shoyo swore Kageyama's voice were softer than ever. Terrified to face him, the bed ridden boy looked away. His bones shaking. His muscles tensed up.

"I don't want to dive in those same steel blue orbs..."

He kept his mouth silent. He kept his resolve solid. Then it crumbled down.

A feverish touch was ignited from Kageyama's fingertips grazing atop Hinata's trembling hand. The setter is careful enough not to break him, delicately and softly, he slid his hand and interwined it with his partner's. Shoyo's ribcage shattered, his throbbing heart and strained heartstrings tore it down.

His orbs stung with pain as he stared back at steel blue ones.

"I'm sick and tired of the noices, the voices. Everything seems magical."

"We're here for you, Hinata."

"Call us anytime!"

"I'm sure everything will be figured out by the adults. Cheer up, Hinata!"

"Let's buy popsicles when you're discharged, ne Shoyo?"

"Here's some food for you, eat up. You're getting thinner. Ne? I'm the best senpai aren't I?"

"gET WELL SOON AND WE'LL PRAY FOR YOU!"

"Don't worry too much. Idiots don't get sick, tch."

"Tsukki's right, you'll be okay, Hinata."

"I--no we, are here for you. Don't worry about catching up to class, I can teach you anytime!"

"Get some rest and take care please."

"I won't bother you with my words, Hinata-kun. You'll be okay, I'll pray for it."

"Rest up well, kid."

Everything and everyone seemed to pass by in a blur. Their faces muddled together like a murky pond. Indis​cern​ible. Chafing. Quaint. As if it never happened, as if he never heard anything.

"I'm sorry but there's nothing that we can do..."

"D-doctor no-!"

What? He heard nothing. His mother's face didn't crumple to despair. Her hands didn't ball into a fist. Her lips did not quiver. She never looked at him with those eyes.

No. Natsu is a sweet and clingy sister, her hugging him to death is nothing. She always said that his hands are rough, calloused, and big. They're also warm, and emollient. Maybe that's why she's holding it tight. Oh? Natsu is drooling. He chuckled, overseeing the shuddering figure of his dear sister.

 

Such an ethereal dream it is.

"And yes, my mind is awakened, dead conscience. Eveyday's a torture for me."

Panting heavily whilst swimming in a sea if sweat, Shoyo is wide awake. But, awake from what? Running away from what, his reality or his nightmares? Scampering to and fro, for what? Just to slam his head on a rock, trying to shake his dreams up.

He doesn't know what's hounding hin anymore.

He run a hand through his thick tuft of hair, unable to get back to sleep. A frown creeping up on his lips as he tries to pry his gaze to his legs. His world stilled. His breathing stopped. His mind blown to smithereens.

It hurts. The seering pain from mid-thigh down to his calf. It hurts, so he screamed.

"No I am not holding on to the darkness, 'cause you're already in my mind."

Natsu must be lying, his hands isn't big at all! She probably hasn't seen Kageyama's slender, setter hands. They look also pretty. Tobio's obviously taking good care of it, he bet that he goes as far as taking it to the nail salon. He's both dilligent and an idiot. He wants himself to be in a perfect condition so he can exert his best every game.

Shoyo wonders what lotion his setter is using. He want to buy one for himself too. How irksome it is to look at your partner's long fingers, perfectly groomed nails (it must be nice to have a manicure once), and mosturized, vanilla scented palms whilst yours is anything like that.

"Hmm spacing out?"

Tobio snaked his arms to his frail waist. Nudging his face deep into Shoyo's neck. So warm. So cool. So comfortable. Too real.

"Nah, I'm barely hanging."

"And if you would walk alone, then just do it. The clock is ticking backwards."

A tall, tall wall looms before him. The view from the top. He wants to see it. But he never can, unless alone.

And now, he's more alone than ever.

"Onigiri, pork buns, curry, what do you want honey?"

He's out in the cold again. Jumping higher, digging deeper, receiving with his face to no end. Wheezing as his body thrives, playing as his blood pulsiates. His heart more alive than before. His grin toothier than before. Hinata Shoyo loving too hard ever than before.

The pure joy from he gets from being with the team. The steam he emitts whenever Tsukishima pushes his buttons as Yamaguchi fell in line with laughing at him. The always fidgetty Yachi and Asahi-san. His superb senpais. That reminds him, he need to ask Nishinoya-senpai to teach him the rolling thunder double. The hardworking second years, the goddess Kiyoko-san, everyone. Even Daichi-san's roaring voice along with Suga-san's refreshing smile.

And of course, the skull-crusher milk boy who knows no word except Boke.

"I'm going alone."

"I ain't got it all, I don't care. You're not my energy."

Extending his arms, reaching with his hands, everyone is too far away.

Lying awake for hours, figuring how to run, how to fly.

Then, his bed decided to swallow him up.

A stringent touch engulfed his throat that produced an acrid cry from his mouth. The need for air is urgent, but his compressed windpipes aches with the mere presence of oxygen flowing through. For a second he thought the hold loosen, then his limbs. were vehemently ripped apart.

As blood splattered, his lower region were mangled.

"Your tears are in laughter while your smile is in despair."

Happiness looks good in Kageyama and Natsu. No doubt, hands down, bets raised.

Their carefree laughter bounced off the four walls of his room. Pearly white teeth are exposed as their lips ae stretched up to a smile. As far as their drinking game goes, Natsu is losing. Yes, they're drinking milk, much to Kageyama's delight.

Shoyo lost a long atime ago and the two milk heads are on it. The way their eyebrows knits together in concentration, noses scrunched up, and cheeks puffed out is a sight to see. You don't get to watch Kageyama with a child that doesn't cry within his mere presence, let alone play with him.

"I can't hold it in! I'm going to pee!"

The shorter ball of fluff ran outside as fast as her legs could carry her. Just a little bit more... three more steps... two... then one. She got in!

Natsu came back to her brother wiping his tears as he cackle like a rooster. He reminded her of the Kuroo Tetsurou that he once mentioned, bedhead, hyena laugh and all. When she glanced to her Kageyama-nii-chan, she was almost blinded. His higantic smiles were presented at her boldly. A soft glow from the dying sun illuminated his face. She can feel the love strongly eminating from these two.

Just as the puzzle is coming on together, someone had to filp the table and topple off the pieces.

Whimpers and hiccups. Rattling and rustles. Disintegrating and decaying. Shoyo-nii-chan is crying.

One end of his lips tugged upward. Blood-curling smirk emblazoned on his dainty face. And as she peek at the door opened ajar, tears came rolling down her rosy cheeks, staining the fabric of her shirt with pure sadness that a child can't comprehend. A younger sister shouldn't see her brother's soul being chipped off like that, you know.

"The poison of your tongue has killed all your truthful words."

His throat is a sand paper being stroked on a piece of wood that produces a nasty sound. It aches. It's painful to shout. It's straining. He too doesn't like sound coming off from his mouth. Disdainful words that tarnishes their bond, lacerating sentences that makes him bleed too.

"I don't need you!"

Yes I do.

"Go away!"

Please stay.

"I didn't like the food. It was awful."

They're my favorite, thank you.

"When I said I don't wan't to it, it means I don't! Don't force me!"

Maybe I'm a bit hungry?

"I AM OKAY. I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP I CAN DO IT BY MY FUCKING SELF!"

I am a lost cause.

"Pale lips and dark eyes has broken the dreamer's lies."

He inaudibly shrieked one morning when he woke up. The world was wet with dew as it sleepily waved back at him. He tried to wave back, but the shock of living in monochrome froze him. Then he tumbled down with a thud.

For a moment he forgot what predicament he's in and tried to stand up only to out balance himself and landed face first down their wooden floor. Natsu, who was never asleep the entire night, came rushing by to her brother's room beside hers. Clearly shocked and bemused at her nii-chan's bleeding nose and busted lip, she stood frozen. A part of her wants to laugh but the other half actually feels bad. And good thing she did, because the next scene was horrifying.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

"N-nii-chan..."

"SEND FUCKING HELP!"

A soul was broken.

"There is something in your mind you can never find, boy."

Searching. Wandering. Roaming around an unprecedented area.

What was he seeking?

He alwas have thought that it was the adrenaline. His heart beating so fast, so loud that he can hear it through his ears. An energy flowing deep within, tingling his senses, pricking under his skin. He enjoys the rush, the pain, the smile in his teammates' lips.

Yet when he stared at Kageyama, he realized it wasn't.

What kept him alive...

"Im sick and tired of the voices, the noises. Everything seems magical."

"Hinata boke..."

"Nii-chan."

"Sho-kun!"

"HINATA SHOYO!"

...was love.

"My eyes are hiding the pavements of my vacancy. You can't take the power from me."

Kageyama wish he could hold Shoyo tighter. Peacefully zoning out in his arms, a small drool pooling below his mouth, and beautiful long lashes. So angelic and breathtaking.

Yet he still fears poring directly in his partner's eyes for they scream,

"I'm going to eat you alive."

Placing a kiss atop his head, a sigh escaped his lips. Then, honey-flecked orbs dangerously stared at him. A tremble was awaken inside his body.

"I love you."

The both of then were taken aback by his sudden words. Hinata was left in awe, speechless while Kageyama quickly recovered his composure. He came into terms with his feelings finally just right now, it's now or never.

"I want you more than any perfect toss. It's you that I want to hit my balls. We're partners, aren't we? I want to be by your side, holding you, loving you. We'll drink hundred liters of milk, we'll eat as many pork buns as you want. I want to spend my life with you."

"Kageyama-kun..."

"I know it'a sudden but Hina--!"

"Loving means being alive. Being alive is being able to love,

But you see, living, is not my energy."

-FIN

[neganandblake]

I think I liked you better when you didn't have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 208 - In the Deep Midwinter

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit...

Chapter 208 - In the deep mid-winter

[The Saviours deal with life with no generator...and it looks like things are going to get a whole lot worse...]

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Winter began to slip by in a flurry of bitterly cold winds, frosts and treacherously icy roads.

It had already been nine weeks since the generator had stopped working, and for the Saviours, each of the days that passed seemed to feel achingly longer than the last.

Life at the Sanctuary had changed dramatically for everyone there during that time and not one person there could say it was for the better.

Days now were hard for all, and the nights even harder. There was no respite from the freezing cold and the chill that constantly caused everyone's bones to ache.

There was no freedom from the darkness, and there was certainly a distinct lack of anything that now resembled warmth.

The days just existed, one after another, with no sun in the sky, nothing to heat the large and drafty rooms for even a moment.

Because of this the majority of the rooms on the basement and upper floors had become uninhabitable, too cold to be lived in any longer without a central heat source. The Sanctuary residents had in fact become so desperate to keep warm, that the only solution had been to turn the large dinner hall into a makeshift shelter where almost all of the Saviours could reside. Beds and mattress had been moved down into the space, hanging sheets used to divide off spaces between families and large groups, creating what you could barely call privacy in these testing times.

Even Negan, Blake and Mia had been forced to moved downstairs, now inhabiting one of the small rooms just off the main area. Negan hadn't liked the idea of him or Blake being so exposed, especially while they slept, not trusting his men one little bit. And so this room had been a solution of sorts.

It wasn't ideal, but it sure was far warmer than upstairs.

In this cold weather it was as if the Sanctuary was shrinking. Not just in space either.

The people were far less productive with the temperatures as low as they were, with no one having the energy, or feeling in their fingers or toes, to do anything but sit around the fire shivering.

Every time the lieutenants came back from their runs it took each of them at least a day or two to warm up and get back the strength to head out again. This in turn made the search for the part for the generator, they so desperately required, very slow indeed. Group upon groups, upon groups had searched what seemed to be every factory, small holding and store in a twenty mile radius, to no avail as of yet.

And as the days slid by, the Sanctuary residents began to grow more and more despondent about the hope of ever finding the part. About ever getting out of this mess.

But Blake, throughout everything, tried to remain visibly upbeat. These were her people and they looked to her for guidance during this dark time.

Without having a garden to tend to, these days the blonde could be seen down in the dining hall talking to the workers, sitting amongst the families as Mia played on her lap.

To them she was a ray of sun, guiding their way in this dismal time. She was there when they needed her, smiling, reassuring them that everything was going to be ok.

But deep down, and knowing she would never admit this to any of the worried Saviours, she really wasn't so sure it would be.

Negan had been restless at the lack of progress they were making to sort this situation. He had been out almost every moment he could manage, often coming home visibly aching from the cold. He would often come back late from runs, collapsing down onto the creaky camp bed beside Blake and Mia in the dead of night, groaning at the impact of the lumpy mattress on his pained muscles.

Blake had of course, insisted she help out on runs too, but Negan had put his foot down, telling her he did not want to risk her out there on the roads.

She knew why of course.

The reason why Negan had been irritable, stressed, desperate to get power up and running at the Sanctuary again.

Months had passed since Blake and Negan had first found out about the pregnancy.

Blake now even had the smallest hint of a bump, which she was grateful, that the many layers she had on, shrouded.

They still hadn't told anyone about it. No one but her, Negan and Carson knew. And Blake wanted to keep it that way, knowing something like this, for her, was likely not to endure. For Blake had not been able to carry a baby to term before, so what made now any different?

But that exact reason was what had Negan so tense.

Carson had not yet been able to scan Blake, to see how everything was going. And Blake knew full well that without light or power, losing a baby could be a huge threat to her life.

But what else could Blake do?

She knew that worrying and fretting would only make things worse.

And so each and every cold day that passed, Blake put on a brave face. She smiled and laughed, and hugged those who needed it. Because that's what had she to do. That's what a queen was supposed to do.

That still didn't make it any easier though. And this week, the Saviours found that the situation was only worsening.

The snow outside had been thick and deep for a while now, but the last few days had brought constant snow storms.

The moment the Saviours felt like they had the upper-hand on the snow, using all their strength and manpower to clear the paths out of the Sanctuary, the next day there would likely be another foot or two of snow blocking their path once more.

The situation was indeed dire, and no one wanted to risk going out on runs, just in case they would not be able to find their way back again.

With snow coating the landscape like a blanket, they had already lost two lieutenants in the last week, with no one knowing where they were, or if they were even alive.

Rumours had of course quickly started to spread, of the pair abandoning the Sanctuary, finding another place with power and heat, some suggesting they had gone to Alexandria or the Kingdom.

Negan had been quick to try and quash that gossip. But his usual aggressive manner only sought to make peoples bitterness and worry about the entire situation, far worse.

And that was something that was certainly not needed here and now.

Today the Sanctuary residents had woken to yet more snowfall. The decision had already been made that due to poor visibility it was too risky to venture out today, which in turn meant that because of everyone having to stay inside all day, cooped up together, arguments were likely to break out and tensions were bound to be high.

Blake was currently stood alone in the tiny room just off the large dining area, leaning over a large bowl of cold water.

The room she now had taken residence in was a far cry from the room that Negan and her had shared upstairs, with only a mattress, a small wooden cabinet with a mirror balanced on top of it, and a tiny crate of Mia's toys.

Reaching her hands down into the bowl, Blake sloshed the icy water onto her face, causing her breath to catch at the back of her throat at the contact.

Grabbing a towel she wiped at her face, before standing up straight again and letting out a long sigh.

Today Blake felt very, very pregnant.

There really was no other way to put it.

Thankfully her morning sickness was long gone, but right now she felt hungry all the time, bloated, and needed to pee practically every five minutes.

Reaching down she ran a hand over her barely-there bump, obscured today with a pale lilac cardigan, just as there came a small knock upon the closed door just over her shoulder.

She removed her hand, turning and placing the towel down behind her.

"Yeah?"

A second later the door was gently pushed open by a smiling Tanya.

"Hey, Blake," said the dark-haired woman making a face. "Just thought you oughta' know that someone's puked like three times outside the girls bathrooms next door, so I'd avoid it if I were you.

Blake grimaced.

"Someone cleaning it up?" she asked wincing, and trying to keep her nausea at bay at the very thought.

Tanya grinned, nodding.

"Yeah, but the entire place is like a hellzone out there," she sighed. "Y'know Pam's the third person to start puking this week. Carson's on it, but the smell-"

But Blake held a hand up, stopping Tanya before she could say another word.

"Ok, I get it," she said giving a hard swallow, trying to keep her stomach level. "I'll speak to Carson, see if he knows what's going on."

"Cool," Tanya replied with a nod, before staring around the room for a moment. "Mia not around this morning?"

Blake shook her head, folding her arms over herself before moving over to Tanya and pushing past her out of the door, closing it behind her.

"She's with Negan," she said with a smirk, lifting two fingers either side of head making quotation marks. "'Doin' the rounds'".

Tanya smirked back.

In a bid to keep her warm and stop her complaining about the cold so much, Negan had taken to doing laps of the place with Mia in tow. Together they looked like a real little double act. The big bad wolf and the tiny little toddler.

Blake immediately blanched as she stepped into the large ex-dining hall, that now housed the majority of the Saviour's morning, noon and night, the pungent smell of vomit hitting her hard.

"See what I mean," said Tanya, catching her look.

Blake pursed her lips moving further into the room heading in between the rows of beds and sheets.

Yet again today, like every day, families were sat around, huddled together looking despondent, peering up at the blonde as she passed.

She offered them all smiles, but right now knew she could give them very little more.

It was freezing in here, cold breaths curling into mist above the heads of the Saviours in the room.

Heading over to a room just off the far end of the space, Blake lifted up the sheet, the only privacy in place of a door, to see Carson inside.

But this time, unlike the last few times Blake had been inside the makeshift medical room to find the doctor dealing with a patient or two, there were now seven beds crammed into the tiny space.

Blake stared around wide-eyed as she ducked under the sheet and moved inside the room.

"What's going on?" she said in a hushed whisper.

Carson, who was leant over a sickly-looking patient immediately stood up straight, looking Blake's way and giving a carrying huff, lifting his hand and running it through his messy strawberry-blonde hair.

"It's been like this since yesterday," he explained with a shake of his head. "Seven now. Any more, and were going to have to find another room for them."

Blake immediately frowned at his words staring around at the people in the beds. They all looked deathly pale and sweaty. Some of them coughing, and heaving, and some of them barely moving at all.

"What's wrong with them?" she whispered.

"The flu most likely. Something like this was bound to spread like wildfire in conditions like this," Carson muttered.

Fuck.

Blake had known that people getting sick was inevitable in this kind of environment, but to see it so stark like this…

"W-Why didn't you let us know sooner?" she asked Carson with a frown between her brows.

A sickness like this was a dangerous thing. People could die!

So why had the doctor kept it from them? Was this some sort of ploy from him-

"Negan knows," he said with a shake of his head, frowning himself. "I told him the moment the second person got sick."

Blake, at this, parted her lips.

"W-What?"

She had seen Negan only this morning and he had told her nothing of this.

Was he really keeping things from her now?

Carson pursed his lips, tilting his head to the side as he stared at her, his gaze earnest.

"I thought Negan had told you."

Blake gritted her teeth suddenly.

"Son of a bitch," she uttered under her breath, turning on her heel and shoving past Tanya, and stalking from the room, as the dark-haired woman and the doctor exchanged nervous glances.

Both of them knew this wasn't going to end well.

For Negan especially…

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