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[nymphdiariesdotcom]

is felicity affectionate or standoffish? 👉👈

ah! well see, the short answer to this, is both.

longer answer that makes more sense is! it depends on his level of comfortability with that specific individual, and how drunk he is. LMFAO he's a very attractive person so it isn't unusual to find others attempting to pursue him romantically and sexually. he never reciprocates their feelings emotionally, but if he's feeling particularly lustful he'll enjoy the occasional one night stand and other casual hookups. in that sense, he is not affectionate and is often a little more coarse, driven purely by sex drive and not passion. the thing that often leaves others confused and disappointed is how amazing he is in bed and often creates the conclusion that his skill = major effort = passion = romantic feelings/emotional investment. womp womp. when it comes to ms. stclair however, WELL. eden forces him to reevaluate his perspective on life. eden claims felicity as her friend whether he liked it or not, and opened her heart to him which in turn sparked something in his. it was and still is a very unfamiliar feeling to him and he has an incredibly hard time controlling his intense feelings toward eden, especially when he is in close proximity with the very muse of his every desire. eden is naturally an affectionate person in contrast to felicity and her general way of expression is through physical touch, so she's more often than not giving platonic kisses and hand-holding. felicity is aware of this but crave eden's touch specifically. the tenderness and warmth that isn't salacious or needy in nature but rather grounded in true love gave felicity a feeling he couldn't put his finger on.. all he knew was that he couldn't get enough of it. to know and be known, and not be feared gently caressed a part of felicity's soul that ached with longing to be understood. eden made felicity affectionate.

so yeah, if you were to ask this question about felicity before meeting eden, standoffish would be without a doubt the response. now, things have changed. he's changed.

[bunji-enthusiast]

ahhhhh, im.not the one who requested it buy I love the oneshot about catnap with the child he took care of after the hour of joy because of the kitty thing. Even though I'm not the one who requested it, is it possible I can request something in the same premise of it. Where catnap after taking care of the child for a long time is starting to run out of the food reserves the factory had, and he has to find other ways to feed them. Through feeding them like how he feeds the smiling critters in the playhouse on "meat" from you know who, or forcing the child to leave so they have a chance to find food. But catnap being catnap wants to keep her there despite so decides on the first choice, even though he had let the child get attached to dogday.

(I'm sorry this may show up on your ask box twice I ment to not send this anonymously but I did by accident so I wanted to correct that, anyways thank you for your absolutely amazing writing remember to take breaks when you need to and stay amazing❤️)

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Note || awe, no worries. Happy to see you in!

WC || 1,034

Sypnosis || emotions are scarce, food is too. It seems factory is getting to everyone, CatNap is left with unprecedented levels of risks.

The conditions of the environment were no doubt not very liveable ones, so he had tried his best to adapt to the conditions so that you may be able to live in his room comfortably or even walk anywhere else in Playcare. Even beyond the whole place in any case, he just wasn’t sure what to do anymore. CatNap was at an odds end within himself at deciding what to do, what would be best for you.

Should he force you to leave the factory in hopes you find food? No, you’d just get lost and scared, no doubt manhandled by an incompetent people that may pass you by in the process. You were just a kid, lonely and in need of companionship and being surrounded by people you could truly trust.

Though the colorful disposition and creepy toys in this place far proved the idea he needed to keep you safer more often. Knowing that you may as well get attached to some of the other toys you come across, CatNap was admittedly worried. 

You were often inquisitive, curious to find everything your attention was captured by. That wasn’t of any good in his honest opinion, but he had to remain with a steady and cool head. So that when it may be, he can take care of you more properly.

CatNap didn’t want you to leave, he had become far too accustomed to your presence. Hearing your joyful laughs and giggles, staying so hopeful and strong in your own unique way. You certainly brought on a joyful aspect to his lonely life, even with all the others he had punished for being heretics. 

DogDay, oh yes, he had to take some chunks from him. That was the last thing he wanted to do with all that has been said and done. But he truly had no other option, but his worst thought being as how you began to get attached to DogDay.

In retrospect however, he will admit that you can be cute and quite charming for just being a child at most. 

“Mr…” You began, the crayon stilling to a stop. DogDay perked his head up, though the effort to move is indeed extraneous on his war-torn body (both literally and figuratively). “Hm, sweetheart?” He spoke out, his voice spooking you a little bit as he hadn’t spoken very often. You didn’t expect him to actually answer you or at all for that matter, but DogDay seemed kind to you. You wanted to get to know him at least, but to him, he was slight afraid – on your behalf, you didn’t know better on a lot of things. Especially the vying point is how his legs had been taken from him, most of it being fed to the smaller toy versions of the smiling critters and you too. Did you even know what you were eating?

You hesitantly stood up, leaving your paper and crayon to abandon. “Why are you chained up like that?” You asked with a tinge of nervousness, almost afraid as if you were going to incur some sort of angry emotion from the large dog. If he could truly move his own gaping black mouth, he would’ve been frowning right now. DogDay was concerned for you, as to why you were put in this situation. 

“I am… just not a very good person, sweetheart.” His gentle tone carried an aura reminiscent of a father if you ever heard one. Your eyes were wide with curiosity, knowing it was okay to continue speaking with him the way you were. “But, you don’t look bad to me. You're even nice to me!” Your innocent tone had brought back a fragmented memory for DogDay, he chuckled with a warm spell about the air.

DogDay let out an audible sigh, “Not all things are as they seem, CatNap included.” His words incited a bout of curiosity in the flames of your stomach. Now this was something you needed to understand, “Stretchy kitty?” DogDay nodded, a chuckle escaping him once more. You simply were the cutest thing he had seen in a long while. 

“I.. would say he’s not, kind or gentle as you would think him to be.” DogDay was nervous, irradiated by a different presence he had quickly taken notice of, but had continued on anyway. “CatNap, had uh, punished me Sweetheart. Wasn’t nice to his god.” 

‘God?’ you thought, “what is that Mr?” You spoke out in reply, sitting down and closer next to him then you were previously. You were rather oblivious to the presence of such an omniscient aura, menacing enough to be sure. DogDay wasn’t sure how to explain the term finely, but you were curious, wanting to satiate that curiosity by always asking questions. 

You deserved to have every single one of them answered, no matter how silly they may seem. DogDay had hoped the best for you, he had gotten rather attached to you. In spite of CatNap’s many warnings to not talk to you or even glance in your direction, not wanting him to bore your head with lies and spiteful attempts to turn you against him in any way possible. Well, DogDay had felt quite an intense hatred against CatNap right at this very moment, and found the courage to move on forward with his words. No matter what may happen to him, “God is uh, let’s say a very inspirational person… powerful even. But he can be a hypocrite too.” He nodded, tilting his head as if he was speaking through his movements.

“Sweetheart, you follow your own heart alright?” DogDay spoke hopefully, hoping to see that his words had gotten to you a little bit. “Never let anyone tell you otherwise.” You nodded with a fire in your eyes he hadn’t expected from you, but this a youthful you, easily impressionable and inspired. DogDay will forever be hopeful for you, and grateful he ever had gotten to speak to you in the past few days anyway.

A distant crying was unheard of, a lonely digressable cat, heart heavy and hurt. He began to cry silently, tears are there yet there are none.

I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything.

[moonstruckme]

have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble

AHHHHH CONGRATS CONGRATS CONGRATS

how about like secret royalty, like very princess diaries-esque, with sirius???? he's basically royalty anyway, so either him or reader suddenly entering his world would be so cute

Thanks lovely <3

prince!Sirius x princess!reader ♡ 1.2k words

With the early arrival of the visiting king, the uproar the palace (You’re actually not sure what you’re supposed to call this place. Castle? Mansion? Home? (You really hope you’re not supposed to call it home, that seems awfully quick.)) has been in since your arrival triples in severity. Your grandmother completely disappears, the nice older man who’s been showing you around goes with her, and when no one wants to take on the problem of the new and completely untrained princess, you’re shooed into the nearest sitting room to wait things out. 

“Well, this has to have been a mistake.”

You give a start, turning in place to find a young man stretched out like a cat on a settee by the window. He has longish, dark hair that spills like ink over the green upholstery and cunning eyes that are narrowed curiously on you despite his disinterested countenance.

“Or I suppose maybe your team’s just stashed you here the same way my father’s stashed me,” he says, and the voice that emerges from that small, pretty mouth is just as smooth he looks like it would be, self-assured and infused with an accent that speaks to a privileged upbringing. “I don’t imagine they’d like knowing their new pet is cavorting with her equals so early on.” An untrustworthy smile curves his lips. “Could be fun. Should we ring for food?” 

You have half a dozen questions, but what makes it out is, “Pet?” 

The boy tilts his head, giving you a knowing look. “You’re an unhousebroken puppy, sweetheart.” His eyes dip to the dress they’d put you in this morning, skimming their way back up to your face and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “A very pretty one, but as far as royals are concerned, an embarrassment. From what I hear, that’s hardly your fault, though.” 

You sit a cautious distance away from him, on a parallel couch. The afternoon sunlight spills over the top of his settee and hits your eyes, but you bear it rather than move. 

A week ago, a couple of days even, you wouldn’t have been able to make eye contact with someone like this. But though this boy is prettier and speaks more brashly than nearly anyone you’ve come across, you’ve grown remarkably used to novelty since being sat down in front of relatives you didn’t know to be told that you were heir to a country you’d never heard of. One upside to the chaos of the last few days is, you suppose, it might be making you braver. 

“Who are you?” you ask. 

“Oh, my god.” He smiles, seemingly delighted. “You really are brand new, aren’t you? I’m not trying to sound arrogant,” he says at your flustered look, “it’s just we’re usually trained to know important people before we ever meet them. It’s not every day I come upon someone who actually has no idea who I am.” 

A little laugh trips off your tongue. You tell him, “You’re not making your not-arrogant point very well.”

“Well, I never said I wasn’t arrogant.” That dastardly grin again, slicing across his face like a weapon. “I said I didn’t want to sound arrogant. I’ve been told it doesn’t make a very polite first impression.” He stands, graceful limbs unfurling, and starts for the door. “I’m Sirius. Are you hungry?” 

You nod dazedly as he crosses the room, and it’s only then that you realize he’s wearing a suit. Or, parts of one. The jacket and tie have been cast off, hung over the arm of the settee, but he’s still wearing the pants (thank god) and a dress shirt that appears blue in the light but otherwise is so dark it might be black. 

Sirius opens the door, murmuring to someone outside. When he’s done, he heads for you instead of the settee. Kicks his shoes off and settles in across from you, legs crossed underneath him like you’re at a sleepover. You decide to follow suit, turning to face him and trusting the length of your dress to protect you from scandal as you tent your knees in front of you. 

“That’s better,” Sirius says, and his eyes look different with the light cutting across them. Before, they’d been in shadow, but now they’re the color of heavy clouds, a faint bluish hue brought out by his dress shirt. “You looked stunning with the light on your face, but you’re even lovelier when you’re not squinting. I asked for someone to bring us chicken nuggets, is that alright? You’re not vegetarian, are you?” 

You’re surprised at the choice, but that quickly gives way to relief. You feel a smile tugging at your lips at the banal normalcy of it. After the five-course dinner you’d had the night before that had tormented your unrefined stomach for hours afterwards, chicken nuggets sound like a dream. 

“That’s good,” you reply, and Sirius returns your smile with feeling. “Who were you talking to out there?” 

“A member of my detail is just outside the door,” he explains airily, as if security details are something everyone has and talks about on a routine basis. Your astonishment must show on your face, because he raises a slender eyebrow. “You don’t have one? I suppose not every kingdom does. Or, if you haven’t left the palace, you might not have met yours yet.” 

“You said your name was Sirius.” 

“I did.” 

“But you didn’t say your last name.” 

Sirius’ lips twist wryly. “I did not.” 

Maybe it’s his own audacious manner, but you feel like you can be straightforward with him. “Why not?” 

He shrugs and lists sideways, leaning his shoulder against the back of the couch. “Maybe I’m still enjoying the novelty of you. I don’t often get to talk to people without all the genteel manners and button-up-ed-ness.” 

You tilt your head. “You’re one of the Black family, aren’t you?” 

Sirius nods, looking unsurprised you’ve figured it out. It’s obvious he’s royal, so it really wasn’t that far a leap. He doesn’t look like any of the family you’ve met so far, and the only other royals are the ones visiting.

“So does that make you the king’s son?” 

“There are two of us, actually.” He mirrors you, tilting his head so it’s resting against the couch. “But I’m the oldest, so I get to go on all the fun trips.” 

You feel your lips twist again. “Yeah, you seem like you’re having a blast.” 

“Oh, let there be no misunderstanding, doll.” He straightens, looking you in the eye. It feels like being under a spotlight, and it’s all you can do not to look away. Sirius grins. “This is my fun face. I’m having a far better time with you than I have at any of these things in years.” 

“Oh.” You can’t help it now, and your gaze flees down to the skirt of your dress. You take a bit of the fabric between your fingers, distracting yourself with the extraordinary silkiness of it. “Well, happy to help. Maybe while your family is here our paths will cross again.” 

You look up, and his expression has softened into something nearing genuine. “I’ll be sure that they do,��� he says.

[mvybanks]

🍟—> ugh, getting hungry; wanna stop for a snack? : give me a character (jj, pope, sarah or rafe!) and a thought and i’ll write a concept/blurb!

congrats baby!! <3 ily!!!!!

for this one - rafe with reader who just had surgery (for personal reasons ok) bonus points if it's frat rafe centric.

ahhhhh thank you so much, my love!!! i love you more!!!! <33

2k celebration

╰┈➤ 🍟—> ugh, getting hungry; wanna stop for a snack? : give me a character (jj, pope, sarah or rafe!) and a thought and i’ll write a concept/blurb!

warnings: reader gets surgery and is in the hospital

All of your limbs feel heavy as you finally begin to open your eyes, barely able to focus on your surroundings as the anesthesia starts to wear off. You blink a couple of times and slowly turn your head to the side, lowly groaning from the blinding light in your room. When you realize who’s sitting at your side, you start to notice the fingers that are lazily intertwined with yours.

Rafe is on the green chair beside your bed, his head rests on the mattress, on the side of your thigh, and is turned to yours. His mouth is slightly agape and you can tell he’s been awake for hours, probably watching over you. However, as you try to lift your arm, he jolts awake and looks at you with a worried frown.

“Hey, pretty girl. Everything okay? Does anything hurts?”

You attempt at sending him a reassuring smile, “‘m just sore. Call the doctor, please?”

He immediately takes the small remote from behind your pillow and presses the only button that it provides. Then, his hand gently falls on your cheek and rubs the skin with his thumb in order to give you as much comfort as he can. He bends his head down to leave a soft kiss on your forehead.

“You were so brave, sweetheart, y’know? My brave girl,” he whispers with his lips still pressed against your skin.

Once the doctor made sure you were okay and advised you to rest for now, Rafe went back to his previous position, holding your hand in his and kissing your palm from time to time.

“The guys asked me to tell you that they’re all waitin’ for you at the house. They said they’ll be real quiet when you come back, that is if you want to rest at the house, of course.”

Finally, you give him a genuine smile, the fact that everyone cares so much about you makes your chest squeeze. “Will you take care of me?”

He grins at you, the same one that makes your knees buckle every time and you’re glad you’re not standing at the moment or you would’ve definitely melted. He brings the back of your hand to his mouth and presses a gentle kiss on it, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“Always, sweetheart. No need to ask.”

[ereardon]

HOW HAS NOBODY REQUESTED JAKE & VICTORIA YET?!

Please feed me any fluffy, squishy morsel you’re willing to provide 😂

My heart wants sweet elopement and cute, brilliant babies lol, but I know that’s not everyone’s cup of tea!

Ahhhhh I have SUCH a soft spot in my heart for Jake and Victoria!!

Thanks for sending an anniversary celebration request! Where we left off in the epilogue, they had gotten married and Peach was graduating from her PhD program. They also had a two-year old named Paul, so here's a little snippet that takes place after where we left them in the epilogue!

"Peach? Honey, are you home?"

"In here!"

You turned as Jake entered the kitchen, Paul trailing behind on his tiny legs, face smeared in chocolate.

You laughed, bending down and beckoning him closer, taking a rag from the counter and wiping his face. "Let me guess, chocolate banana?"

Jake shrugged. "What can I say? He begged for it."

You stood up and leaned in, kissing Jake gently. "You're his dad, you know. You can say no, it's allowed."

"How can you say no to that face?" Jake asked, ruffling his son's hair with one giant hand before Paul took off toward the built-in breakfast nook, picking right back up on a coloring book he had left there before the two of them went out for their daddy-son date.

"I can say no to anyone," you replied, turning back to the counter and pouring a cup of coffee. Your hand shook a little.

Jake snuggled up against your back, lips close to your ear. "You didn't say no last month, that night when Caroline came over to babysit and we had dinner at that French restaurant on Eighth Street."

You blinked, turning around slowly. "I know I didn't."

Jake frowned. "Honey? What's wrong."

You dug into the pocket of your jeans, pulling out the white plastic stick. "This is what not saying no gets you."

Jake took it from your hands, eyes lighting up. "You're pregnant?"

You nodded.

His eyes sparkled. You hadn't expected for it to happen so soon. Paul was only four, you had only two years of teaching at Brown under your belt. But Jake was ready. He had been ready since the first time they placed Paul in his arms at the hospital in New Haven. He was born to be a father.

Jake put the test down on the counter and slid one hand beneath your chin, tilting your eyes to him.

"If you don't want to do this, we don't," he murmured. "But we always did say we'd give Paul a brother or sister some day."

"Are we ready?" you whispered.

"Peaches," Jake said softly, winding his arms around your waist, tugging you in closer. "It's up to you. But for the record, I think you're the best mom that ever existed. And you're the only person I would want to be a parent with. You make it look easy, even when it isn't. You try so hard to make every single day special for Paul. And I love you for that."

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, nodding gently. "We're having another baby." It was a surprised whisper.

Jake leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. When he pulled back, he was grinning from head to toe. "Paul, buddy, come here a second."

Paul jumped off of the seat and Jake crouched down so he was eye level with his son.

"Guess what, sweetheart?" he said. "You're going to be a big brother!"

Paul looked up with wide green eyes. "A baby brother?" he asked.

You laughed. "We're not sure yet, honey. Could be a baby sister, too."

Jake reached out, placing one hand on your still flat stomach. "They're right in there though. How cool is that?"

Paul ambled over, reaching up and touching your stomach. "Hi baby."

You choked back a set of tears. The hormones were already coming in hot.

"Can I name the baby?" Paul asked.

"Sure," Jake said, just as you said, "No."

The two of you caught eyes and you laughed. "Jake! He's four. He's going to name the baby truck or Cocomelon."

Jake shrugged, fingers still hot on your abdomen. "Remember what we said about saying no?" he asked.

You shook your head with a sigh and a smile. A tear slid out of the corner of your eye as Paul leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your stomach. "I'm going to name you chocolate banana," he whispered.

[lemonzestywrites]

zesty! i'm so late!!!! ahhhhh has anyone asked about feminization eddie???

never apologize teenie its all good!! here's a little snippet just for you!

(mentions of sexual content below the cut!!)

The already short distance between them slowly begins to lessen as Buck tugs down at the collar, pulling Eddie in closer till they’re about a few inches apart from one another. “Even up close, you’re such a pretty sight,” Buck muses. The praise sends a hot flash across Eddie’s body, crawling so desperately up across his features. There’s an immediate urge to duck his head down at the words, but he makes it as far as barely breaking eye contact before Buck’s hold on the collar becomes quickly reminded once more. He pulls Eddie a little closer, head even ducking slightly to catch his gaze again. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” he asks softly. Christ, Eddie is going to die. He’s going to disintegrate right here in Buck’s lap, and he hasn’t even gotten fucked yet. Something akin to a poor pathetic whine falls out from behind the gag as Eddie feels his face go stark red. Buck simply laughs, smiling to himself. “Oh, Eddie, do you not feel pretty yet, baby?” Eddie blinks down at Buck. He’s thankful for the presence of the gag at least cause otherwise, Eddie isn’t sure how he’d even begin to answer this question. Buck leans up and presses a teasing kiss right to the center of the silicone ball still resting in Eddie’s mouth, a filthy, overwhelming, soft gesture that has Eddie burning at his ears. “It’s okay if you don’t. We have all night for me to remedy that.”

[tonycries]

hii tony i just wanted to say i love your writing!! all of your fics are so good & the quality of your writing is just chefs kiss. like when i saw your recent wild west gojo fic i’m ngl i was not into it at first glance just because i typically don’t like those aus but i thought i’d just give it a shot because i know your writing is amazing. and when i say you blew me away... genuinely i am still in awe. i think it may be my favourite fic of yours till date. i’m not even kidding when i say it literally took a few sentences for me to be immersed in the fic because your writing is so engaging. and the way you write down bad satoru??? chefs kiss! 5 stars on yelp! and the end 😭💔😭 with the two tufts of white hair 💔😭 it was just too good. love your writing as always, and also your insane work ethic because putting out 4 works a week (one of them being 10k+) is literally insane and amazing, and i didn’t want to be a silent reader anymore so i thought i’d give you some flowers 💐

(p.s. lowkey a spoiler but when you said there was a gege cameo and he was a horse i literally almost bust a lung laughing LOLLL)

AHHHH OH MY GODDD genuinely thank you so much. You're such a sweetheart and this literally made my day, ty for taking the time to read and also send this sweet ask <3

And hehehe tysm I can't write Satoru without either 1. Bullying him or 2. Making him be outrageously down bad. And ahhhhh thank youuuu ugh have a cookie 🍪

[cheetahspy]

Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 🖤✨

AHHHHH😭💚💜💚💜🥹🥹 THANK YOU BB

I don’t wanna flood your ask box, but just know that the same goes for you🥰 You’re such a sweetheart💞🫂

[kitten4sannie]

YELLING SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR 3K MILESTONE!! HERE’S TO HOPING MANY MORE COME YOUR WAY!! 💕 🎉

honestly can’t wait to submit an idea later >:3

ROOOO SWEETHEART ;;;; IM SENDING SM LOVE TO YOU RN *pew pew pewww*🤚🏼💞💞💞💞💞💞 thank you from the bottom of my heart ;;;; you’re always so lovely to me 🥹💖 and i read your ask …. brb going insane …. DEMON CATBOY SANNIE?? PLEASEE ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME DHSJ you’re such a genius for that ahhhhh i’m gonna do my very best to match your glorious vision :’) <3333

[mint-yooxgi]

WHEWWWW chapter 6 had me walking laps around my room AH joong is an absolute king, san is adorable, jongho slaying per usual, wooyoung smartie pants, yunho a sweetheart, and...there's the rest of the halas. BUT ANYWAYS, joong disciplining hwa YESSSS i was like you tell him pookie !11!!1 also san being slightly delirious after the antidote SENDSSSS my fav boy fr. hwa needs to get his shit together tho like you and the homies could've absolutely been left for dead, like 3 times now. taking Suicide squad 현실판에 a little too serious my guy. canary boy too, he doesn't get name rights until he behaves. yeosang,,,he's on probation rn. also me thinks that mc got her wings taken maleficent style, literally can't convince me otherwise. BUT ANYWAYS, thank you again for the amazing chapter!! <33

Ahhhhh thank you so much for sending in this ask, it's absolutely made my night!!! Hongjoong can get some head pats, as a treat ;)) we stan smart dragons who know when to be respectful!!! Yes!!!

LMAOOO NOT THE HALA HALA REFERENCE

Yeosang on probation SENDS LMAOOO I love this omg

And ouuuu interesting theory, of which I will neither confirm or deny at this time ;)))

Thank you for reading!!!

[crisis-froggo]

When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 💖💖

ghirdswghhd RILS sweetheart!! bless you for sending this ask, i swear i will try my best!!!

1. I'm fucking funny. I'm quick on my feet stringing things together and twisting it the right way to make people laugh.

2. I do care a lot about people. I will go out of my way in little and big things to take care of friends.

3. I can adapt to changes quickly. This is something I've realized recently, being able to do this has been such a helpful thing.

4. I've got a lot of different creative outlets - at the moment it's mostly viola playing, cooking, knitting and writing, but I've got so many more to choose from that I've gotten into at different points over the years.

5. I'm finally taking at least decent care of myself. This is maybe the one that I'm the proudest of. I've started to actually listen to my body, what it needs - which I'm sure most people do, but it took me quite a while to learn, and I'm so happy I'm learning to now.

AHHHHH. that was something all right. i think it felt good! THANK YOU @rillils for sending this ask, you are a gift to this world 💕💕💕

[ptergwen]

hi !! i know you said you haven’t gotten arvin requests recently so how about reader being stressed & crying over school & arvin pulls her into his lap to calm her down and gives her lots of kisses 🥺🥺🥺

you know i love some soft arvin ahhhhh thank you for sending 🥺

you’ve been distant tonight, one word responses and stiff touches while you hang out at arvin’s. he isn’t oblivious to it, either. your mind seems to be elsewhere as he kisses down your neck. he’s giving attention to all the spots that usually make you squirm, but you’re barely responsive. you glance up at the ceiling and let him have his way with you.

that isn’t going to work for arvin. he needs you in the moment and enjoying yourself when he’s kissing on you like this.

his lips suddenly detach from your skin, which makes you look at him. “why’d you stop?” you wonder and grab onto his shoulders. “didn’t think you were into it,” arvin mumbles back. he watches a frown overtake your face. “i- i was. i am.” your arms try to pull him in closer, and he lets you. the way your voice wavers isn’t convincing.

“kiss me again, okay? i’ll kiss back this time,” you insist. “sure you wanna?” he checks, hands finding their place on your hips. you only nod before you’re pressing your lips to his. kissing arvin isn’t the issue. actually, it’s just the distraction you’ve been looking for.

between college applications and your regular classes, you’re completely buried in schoolwork. you finish one thing, and then it’s right onto the next. you’re so busy remembering upcoming tasks that you can’t even focus on your loving boyfriend. he even notices, and you feel so guilty for it. why does everything have to be so hard?

you guess you zoned out again because you zone back in to arvin breaking your kiss. he’s wiping your cheeks now, and that’s when you realize you’re crying.

“what’s the matter, sweet thing?” arvin coos, thumb gently caressing your cheekbone. you try to shrug him off you. “n- nothing. can we just-“ he clicks his tongue. “i’m kissin’ you, and you burst into tears. that ain’t nothin’.” his forehead rests against yours, features coated in concern. “really, arv. i’m fine! i’m tired, is all.” your voice comes out more like a whimper.

he searches for your eyes and settles his hands back on your hips. “nuh uh, something’s buggin’ you. i can always tell.” “arvin, please.” you squeeze your eyes shut to hold in more tears. “let’s drop it.” “not yet, honey. i wanna help you first.” he’s never one to let things go easily.

you know you can confide in him about anything, as he’s made clear many times before. you’d like to tell him about your current dilemma, too. only, school is a touchy subject for arvin. he absolutely despises it, and while you’re not the biggest fan yourself, you still want to make an effort. you’re on two completely different paths when it comes to education.

“you’re gonna get upset,” you murmur, a sniffle passing through your nose. arvin presses a little kiss to the tip of it. “says who?” “me.” both your eyebrows furrow. “this ain’t about me, okay? you just talk, and i’ll listen,” he proposes, reassuring you with a smile. “that sounds good... okay,” you quietly agree. nodding, arvin gets off of you and sits up on the bed.

“let’s hear it.” he pats his thigh, you situating yourself in his lap. you’re quick to get comfortable as his arms snake around your waist, lips brushing against your shoulder. “well, i have so much homework, and- and it’s really overwhelming ‘cuz i’m doing stuff for college too,” you start, eyes watering again. arvin kisses your temple.

“it’s like, my teachers don’t care that there’s other things going on. they just keep on assigning whatever they want.” you continue and rub at your eyes. he hums in response, letting you finish. “feels like busy work, you know? this is all so pointless. i’m over it.” you’re still crying as arvin speaks up.

“you know what i say?” he asks, you looking over your shoulder. “fuck ‘em.” that makes you laugh, really laugh through the tears. arvin kisses your chin a couple times where they’ve dripped down to. “bet you’re smarter than all those fuckers combined. don’t let ‘em get to you, sweetheart.” he gives you a grin.

“you stick this out a little longer, and it’ll all be worth it. i’m tellin’ you.” he finishes his statement with a peck to your lips, you sighing in content. “maybe i’ll do what you do, start blowing off some homework.” “atta girl.” arvin’s own lips hold a smirk. he puts up a finger. “don’t be too much like me, though. world needs something good in it.”

you turn in his lap to face him fully, arms winding around his neck. arvin glances up at you curiously. “oh, stop it. you’re the best.”

[soft--dragon]

I AM CRYING THE NEWEST FIC WAS SO CUTE I LOVED IT SO MUCH- clinic is literally my fav fic of the fandom so seeing that you wrote based on it made me actually drop my phone I- I loved that so much omg you did so well soft you’re literally the best <3

SUN YOU MAKE MY HEART MELT EVERYTIME YOU SEND AN ASK AHHHHH

THANK YOU SWEETHEART!! <33333

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Positive

This is the last chapter! AHHHHH!

Hello, I asked how everyone would feel if I did a prequel to O&O. I got a lot of yes’ and screaming so I decided it was best to do it. I have been thinking about this ever since chapter 17 of Olive and Otto. So here it is! If you have any questions about characters just send me an ask and I will gladly answer! (Also I just get so happy when people want to talk to me)

Thank you to: @walking-crisis, @clearsuitcasecookienerd, @blingywitch, @waltzintherain, and @moonofthenight, @onlydreamofmysoul (If I missed anyone who answered my asks please let me know! I know some haven’t answered yet but I am hoping they will)

TW/CW: High school bullies, Coming out to homophobic family, Slurs, Mentions of eating disorders, Homophobic languages and attitudes, mentions of sex, and pregnancy, teen pregnancy, probably food and drink. Oh! And cigarettes and underage drinking.

Leo and his family belong to @lumosinlove

Chapter 9

Birth

July 2016

Indigo was laughing when it happened, she was on the phone with Parker just catching up on all the drama she’s missed over the past few weeks. She has been facetiming all of her new friends because she misses them and she wants to be updated on Lola’s arrest. Lola messed with someone a month ago and they decided to press charges for harassment and it worked! Everyone was stoked, even miles were coming out of his Lola cocoon a little bit.

“You should have seen her face!” Parker and her laugh when suddenly there was a bit of a wet feeling down south, now ever since month three indigo has peed a little when she laughs because that's just what happens, but this felt different. She brushed it off as her pregnancy symptoms not even realizing her due date is in a day.

However instead of it just being a small little leak that stops it just kept happening, a steady flow, was it barely noticeable, yes all until she sits down. She goes to take an afternoon bath because her back has been spasming all day. She takes off her clothes with a little bit of a struggle, she goes to step out of her underwear when a sharp pain stabs her in her lower back and pelvis.

Then she knows.

She goes back into the bedroom throwing on some clean shorts and a Leo shirt, she then carefully goes down the stairs to the kitchen where everyone else is. She gets to the doorway and when everyone looks up she suddenly gets nervous.

“Ummm… I think these two are ready to come out.” She mentally slaps her forehead with how dumb that sounded but the way Eloise calmly sets her mug of still hot tea in the sink and walks over to Indigo. She asks a bunch of questions that she no longer remembers as the panic of having to give birth sets in. Eloise sees this.

“Leo, would you be a sweetheart and go grab the bag I made you pack months ago please, Wyatt, will you call the hospital and let them know we are coming in. “ She takes indigo’s hand and gives it a comforting squeeze.

“I’m okay” She was being honest she hasn’t had another contraction yet but it made her all the more anxious for when they do show up.

They got to the hospital and were taken into a birthing room right away. Doctors and nurses were taking diagnostics on her and every once in a while Indigo would notice a furrow of a brow and a concerned look.

She would try to ignore it and put it down to the doctors and nurses getting anxious about helping someone give birth. But when a doctor pulls Eloise to the side to talk to her the feelings all come crashing down. The contractions are getting closer every hour and they are becoming almost unbearably painful. She was angry and in pain and squeezing the life out of Leo’s hand, and he would let her.

They had planned a c-section beforehand, the thought terrified Indigo but she knew with her body and having more than one baby this was going to happen. But what she wasn’t expecting was for it to become an emergency c-section!. Apparently the larger baby was facing the wrong direction and was making it so they needed to be removed as soon as possible. This means she has to be knocked out, and Leo can’t be in the room.

They were getting her ready to wheel her out of the room whe Indigo pulled Leo down the collar of his shirt and gave him one last kiss just in case she didn’t make it. They pull away and she relaxes a little into the bed as they take her away.

But that kiss fucked leo up for the rest of the day.

He would pace around the room, his heart pounding in his chest, his dad was taking pictures to make fun of him later with, while Eloise was equally nervous but not as obvious as Leo. Leo was going insane.

Running his hands through his hair tugging on his clothes sitting down for a couple minutes and tapping his foot before getting back up and pacing the room again. Asking if his parents need anything and they say no for the thousandth time.

When a nurse pokes her head into the room to give them an update Leo about cries in relief when they tell him that it is going smoothly so far. About an hour later a knock on the door catches their attention, when the door opens the same nurse comes in.

“Would you like to meet your son Mr. Knut.” They smile at Leo as she nods still in shock and follows the nurse to a room where babies are after being birthed in the operating room.

He was gorgeous. Small wispy tufts of hair were on his head, he had his mother skin and cheeks, his eyes weren’t open so Leo couldn’t tell what color they were. When he was handed his son she couldn’t help but let a few tears fall down his face. He notices his dad holding up the camera and gives a shaky smile.

As he was setting Otto back into his medical cot the door opened, in came a much smaller baby but still beautiful.

“Here is your daughter, they are fishing up with Indigo and running some tests before bringing her back to the room.” The Nurse nods to the other nurse before turning to leave the room.

Leo reaches out to pick up his little girl and realizes just how small she is compared to her brother, he hope she won’t have any problems later on. Snuggling her to his chest just soaking in her warmth and the feeling of having a child he sets her back into the cot as they wheel both out to do some medical stuff.

Hours go by, they take Otto to have a couple of extra tests run and Leo hasn’t stopped smiling. But the worry is still there. They are moved back into the room they were in originally to wait for Indigo to come back.

Time passes much fast once Leo is able to watch his kids through a window instead of just pacing around a white room. He notices that his son isn’t as wiggly as the other babies in the baby jail but he tries not to worry about it too much.

They made it.

He was called back into the room as Indigo started to wake up. They smile at each other and cry as they hold their kids. This is a journey that has changed their lives forever.

And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Indigo meets Olive first. It’s love at first sight, her little head on Indigo’s chest while the exhausted new mother takes to Eloise about something random that Leo isn’t paying attention to. Olive has brown hair like her mom but the brightest eyes like him. They were a perfect mix.

Once the extra testing was done for Otto they brought him back into the room to eat and said everything looked fine. So, Leo stole Olive from Indigo as Otto was placed in her arms. Wyatt was constantly snapping photos and Eloise never looked so proud.

Their family was complete.

[letstalkaboutsebbaby]

Related Activities - Chapter 3

The district has a new attorney and Marshall is going to learn the hard way that he should have acted sooner in pursuing his passion for Caroline.

Pairing: Andy Barber x OFC (Caroline Kline) / Walter Marshall x OFC (Caroline Kline)

Author: Deb @letstalkaboutsebbaby / @letswriteaboutsebbaby

Rating: Mature

Warnings: crime talk

A/N: I do have a lovely beta, but she’s dealing with a lot at the moment so for this fic I’m on my own. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get things right. (If you’re free and patient, I would love some help).

Feel free to comment, reblog or chat with me about it, I always love to hear your thoughts about my fics :)

Commissioner Harper looks unhappy, as one should look if there are three indirect cases of kidnapping and murder happening in your city. The directions coming out of his mouth, however, are making no sense to Marshall - informing he’ll divide the cases between the detectives.

“So you’re going to split us up and make her do this alone?” Marshall argues with more anger than he would normally express over this kind of matter.

“How long will you treat her as a kid? She’s capable and we have three homicide cases. She’s already talking to the new district attorney about the suspect’s interview and other clues she’ll follow. I’ll get an officer to be with her for the time being. I think you need to concentrate on the last kidnapping.”

“So that’s it?”

“Yes. That’s it.”

Marshall goes out of the room slamming the door, his plan of opening up to her more and show her the truth in his words deteriorating. Meanwhile, the day from Caroline’s perspective is going way better - different from what she was expecting. To meet Andy first thing in the morning has improved the day in the most unbelievable way. He’s not only incredibly handsome, but he’s also very smart and pleasant. At first, the talk has been very direct and professional, tossin’ information and possibilities around, until he comments about her accent and the conversation turns to their backgrounds and what they’re thinking about the new environment. Now they’re sitting at the coffee shop and she’s sharing her stress about the last cases and the seeming increase of violence in the district.

“I know it’s hard and I have a feeling you can use a friend.” Andy smiles at her, receiving a sweet smile back.

“Yeah, that would be nice. Are you up to it?”

“I would love to...but not many people want to befriend me I feel like I need to tell you why” the sad look in his eyes cause her immediate sorrow. Caroline’s not aware of what happened to him, but she can see how wounded Andy was by it and she wants to make him feel better.

After some minutes with Barber, learning what befallen his family and how he lost his son and wife, she gets back to work with a sorrowful feeling, distracted by the tragedy and the urge to be an element of some kind of happiness to him. It feels so presumptuous to aspire to have this role in his life, but it’s what she’s aiming for.

As Caroline absently moves the files on her desk, looking for the DNA result she talked to Andy about, Marshall asks if she already knows about the segmentation of their work.

“Yes, Harper told me already. It was you who asked him to do that?” she questions, worrying if it would’ve been his request to be away from her.

“Of course not.” He says with no hesitation.

“Ok. Good to know.” She goes back to the files on her desk, not noticing the detective walking to her until he grumbles by her ear. “Can you accompany me to the conference room, please?”

She stands up to follow him inside and he closes the door as soon as they’re inside, pushing her against the wall with a hand in her waist, startling her with his determination. “What do you want for me?”

“I want you to forget about yesterday, cause clearly I was being naive and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” she expresses her discomfort about their current situation, guilty clouding her judgment.

“If that’s what you want…” Marshall let go of her waist with reluctance, all he really wanted to do was kiss her and feel her body against his again, but for some reason the very action that should have brought them together was what tore them apart. Well, he’s the one to blame, he should have gone with it but he turned her off, now Marshall needs to build a new kind of connection with her and show her he can be more warm and affectionate.

The day went by without further conversations between them, Marshall was out following some clues and she was talking with the victim’s family, trying to confirm previous arguments and maybe find something new. She learned Mrs. Phillips had traveled to Massachusetts the past month to allegedly visit a friend - but the family didn’t know who the friend was. Apparently, she did have a lot of friends and it wasn’t uncommon for her to visit them, but this was the first time she came back before the designated day. This information incites Caroline to interview the suspect again, so she sends the news to Andy, getting a prompt answer.

Tomorrow? Can I go along? - Andy

Yes, sure - Caroline

I was about to text you and see if you’re ok… - Andy

I am, thanks. Are u? - Caroline

Yes, leaving now. Wouldn’t mind a beer or two. What do you say?- Andy

I leave in ten - Caroline

Are you driving? I can pick you up - Andy

And drive me home afterward? - Caroline

Of course. I’ll wait in the parking lot - Andy

Andy looks at the phone one more time before smirking and tucking it in his pocket and walking out of the building to his car. Caroline spots him easily and walks to the passenger’s side; before she gets there, though, he jumps out of the driver’s seat to open the door for her.

“Tired?”

“No, not yet. I usually leave way later.” She smiles while climbing in.

“Workaholic much?” Andy leans on the door staring at her with a pleased expression.

“I guess so. Come on, let’s have those beers!” she ushers him.

Once back inside, Andy drives out of the parking lot and confesses he is a bit tired, asking if it would be okay for them to have the beers at some quiet place instead of a bar. After some deliberation about where to go, they decide the best option it’s to be at hers. Indoors, she arranges glasses and some snacks at the center table and tells him to get comfy on the couch, but he opts to sit in the floor, pulling her to sit beside him.

“Let’s toast to new starts.” He says filling her glass.

“Yeah, to new starts. Hope you feel welcome here.”

“I do. A lot, thanks to you.” He clicks their glasses, admiring her sweet personality. Caroline effortlessly wraps him in a refreshing sensation that he wants to enjoy fully - he believes he deserves some happy times after everything he went through.

The time chatting about their favorite movies and books went on and on until they realize it’s 1 AM. “I better go, sweetheart, we need to work tomorrow.” Andy leans against the couch and takes her right hand in his. “I had a great time.”

“Me too. We should do that again someday.”Caroline says, hiding a soft gasp when he brings her hand closer to his mouth and gently kisses it.

They both stand and she walks him to the door. “See you tomorrow, Caroline. Sleep tight.”

You too.” she says opening the door. “Would you text me to say you got home ok?” she adds before he goes.

Looking flattered, he takes a step back, closer to her, and leans towards the cute-looking woman, kissing her cheek gently. “I will, sweetheart. Good night.”

Once she put the dishes in the washer, she takes a quick shower and goes to bed, picking her phone to see if Andy texted as promised, and he did.

I’m home, sweetheart. Nice dreams - Andy

There was another unread text though, from Marshall.

Hope you’re okay, Carol. I’m here if you need to talk. Can I pick you up tomorrow? - M

A/N: Ahhhhh...do you think she should accept the ride?

[barbers-glimmerin-darlin]

E sweetheart, a huge congratulations on the milestone! ❤️It's well deserved and I am so lucky our paths crossed here.

If you are still accepting these, may I please ask for a ship? So recently I've gotten into hiking and I try to go weekly to explore forests and lakeside areas. My love language is food, both cooking and baking, and I'm always happy to have people around to make food. I live to eat, not eat to live.

I'm a sucker for bad humor, dad jokes, and sarcastic ones especially. (as you all can probably tell) I love reading. I think I have several books I'm trying to work my way through on top of reading here and listening to podcasts or audiobooks. Books are life.

I'm also a bit of a history nerd. Well, a nerd in general, but I'm always up for historical tidbits or documentaries or new discoveries.

Thank you for considering this and I'm sending you all my love ❤️

Ahhhhh hey sweetie! I love seeing you pop up, makes me all happy! It would be my honour to let you know who I ship you with!

There were actually a few strong contenders that came to mind while I was reading all about you and your lovely personality, but I eventually managed to come to a decision.

I ship you with...

Flip Zimmerman

Firstly, I think going on nice scenic hikes with you would be Flip's ideal way to spend his time off work. He'd love seeing how excited you got at hearing about a new trail to try, and taking in those views with you by his side is pretty much his idea of paradise!

You like to bake? Well that's just perfect because Flip loves to taste all the new things you think of, and he has his long-time favourites too. He loves bragging about you to the boys at the station, and they always used to make fun of him for it. But one day he takes in a box of freshly made treats with him for them to try, and from then on everyone at the station is a huge fan of Flip's girl and the way she bakes like an angel.

Flip has that dry humour that you love, and his wit is as sharp as a knife. Between the two of you the little quips and jokes rarely stop being tossed back and forth. But he also loves when you take the time to tell him about the new book you're reading, or when you tell him the new obscure fact you learned about a period of time he's never even heard of! (In fact, he spends time looking for random facts of his own because he loves the way your eyes light up when he tells you one you don't know)

OKAY WRITING THIS MADE ME ACTUALLY SOFT FOR YOU AND FLIP PLEASE GO AND MARRY HIM IMMEDIATELY 😩🥺

Lots of love to you, cutie pie 💖