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loveisonaroll · 2 years

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Things That Are Worth It

Jake x reader

Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: little angsty; fluffy; talks of abortion; pregnancy (both forced and intentional); adoption; struggling teen moms

Summary: You and Jake tell your oldest child the story of their welcoming.

A/N: I wrote this before the SCOTUS Roe v. Wade reversal. Although this decision was on my radar and we knew it was coming, I like many others still felt a little blindsided. If you need a safe person to confide in, please reach out to me, and if you need help finding abortion resources, please let me know. I can help research and connect you to the right people.

Also, a quick disclaimer – I may have graduated law school and will (hopefully) be a practicing attorney in a few months, but I do not know how adoption/CPS/child custody cases work. Those are niche practice areas that have different rules in every jurisdiction, and so the “legal” pieces of this fic are purely fictional.

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You knew this moment would eventually come, and you had truthfully thought it would have come years before now. However, neither you nor Jake had imagined that she would have read it in a magazine.

“How could you not tell me?!” your fourteen-year-old daughter exclaimed loudly, throwing her hands in the air. “All this time and you’re not even my real parents. I knew I didn’t look like either of you.”

“Baby, we are your parents. Just because Momma didn’t carry you for nine months doesn’t mean you aren’t ours,” Jake reasoned, grasping your shaking hand in one hand and fisting the magazine in his other.

“I feel like my entire life is a lie!” Vivy stormed out of the dining room, slamming her bedroom door at the top of the staircase.

You looked over at Jake whose eyes looked almost as watery as your own. “We’ve talked about how we were going to do this so many times, but it’s so much more difficult than I thought.”

“I know, honey. I just wish we had been able to have control of it.” Jake looked away from you towards the rolled-up magazine. He had been voted Guitarist of the Year for the umpteenth time, and the new author jumped at the opportunity to write about your family at the smallest mention of Jake’s inspiration. “I mean, seriously. ‘Jake’s family is a heavy inspiration for his and Greta Van Fleet’s music. His wife, Y/N, and their three children, Genevieve, June, and Wiley, are his biggest muses.’ That’s where they should have stopped, but no. God, I wish I knew who this ‘source’ is.”

You looked down at the rest of the article.

Jake’s family had quite the unusual start. Rumors started to swirl around Jake and his wife when a very pregnant Y/N was spotted with a very small baby towards the end of 2022. According to a source close to the pair, the couple adopted their oldest in 2022, and by June of 2023, the two had two children under 12 months old.

You leaned over and pressed your forehead into Jake’s shoulder, letting some tears flow. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go. What are we going to do, Jake?”

Jake’s hand came across his body to stroke your hair. “I’m not sure, baby. I think we should give her a couple minutes to cool off and then we go talk to her.”

“I guess you’re right,” you sighed.

Tonight was supposed to be a fun evening for you and Jake. The kids were to stay at Josh’s house for a sleepover, and you and Jake had plans to surprise your girls the next afternoon with their own separate bedrooms. At first, it was just easy to have the two babies in one room to avoid jumping from room to room throughout the night. Then, the girls grew to be the best of friends, and it broke your heart to even think about separating them. As soon as the girls became teenagers, however, they seemed to become slightly claustrophobic when it came to each other. You tried to ignore it, because watching your two baby girls grow into their own persons independent of each other was difficult to bear, but Jake was a realist. He convinced you once night while getting ready for bed that this could be a good thing, to have the girls become more independent. Plus, he reasoned, they each deserved to have a space they could call their own. Over the last couple of months, the two of you ordered new queen beds and other bedroom furniture that fit each of their personalities better than the matching accessories they had grown up with. Tonight was supposed to be the night the two of you would share a bottle of wine—and maybe a kiss or two—and put all of your girls’ rooms together in anticipation of surprising them the next day.

You rubbed at your eyes as you stood from the breakfast nook and opened the dishwasher to put some dishes away. Junie and Wiley were already at Josh’s, but Vivy had had volleyball practice before she could be dropped off. When she rushed to Jake’s car afterwards with the magazine rolled up in her fist and a look of indignation across her face, you knew she wasn’t going to be making it to Josh’s for movie night. Her look of betrayal burned into your brain.

“Y/N, you can leave those for Wiley to put away tomorrow, it’s his day.” Jake pressed his front to your back, wrapping himself around you while you reach up to place a bowl on it assigned shelf.

You sighed and continued reaching into the dishwasher to put more dishes away. “I need something to do, and they will start to smell like mildew if we leave them in here. Plus, I think it’s safe to say chores won’t be high on the list of priorities tomorrow.”

Jake gently took the mug out of your hands and placed it on the counter while pulling you closer to his chest. He placed a soft kiss to the juncture of your neck and shoulder blade and intertwined both of your hands.

“Baby, we’re gonna get through this, you and me and our three,” he chuckled into your neck at his little rhyme. “Do you remember what you told me the morning after the night she came?”

You choked out a watery laugh and closed your eyes at the memory, nodding your head as you rested it backwards on his shoulder. Of course you remembered; ever since you had let the phrase leave your lips he had quoted them back to you and told all your friends and family the story of the snide remark you had made.

“I think it was something like ‘if you wanted easy you shouldn’t have married me.’”

“That has always been my favorite part to tell, I had never seen you so fiery. It was the first time I had a glimpse of what you are like in the courtroom,” Jake laughed again. “But that’s only the first part. You said ‘of course it’s not going to be easy, but things that are worth it never are.’”

You thought back fondly of that weekend. It wasn’t even when she became yours, but it was the weekend you and Jake had fallen in love with her. It had been a chaotic and difficult few days, but retrospect is always sweeter.

14 years earlier…

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” you chanted as you struggled to place your files into your work bag while you exited the firm. A last-minute meeting with your firm’s top paying client had kept you an hour past the end of your usual Friday. Although this was not usually a big deal, your in-laws were set to have arrived two hours ago and you knew your house was already swarming with Kiszkas and close friends. You had promised Jake that you would make it home in time, and the meeting and your phone dying in the middle of it had you in a panic.

“Hey baby, are you leaving the office?” Jake answered your call as you exited the parking lot.

“Jake, I am so sorry. I know I promised I would be home an hour ago, but we had a last-minute meeting with our biggest client and my phone died halfway through so I couldn’t text you. Is everyone there already?”

“It’s okay. I checked your location when you hadn’t called and saw you were at the office still, so I figured something important had come up. Mom, Dad and Ronnie got in a little early, but the guys just showed up about thirty minutes ago. No need to rush, just get home safe,” he assured. “We’ve just been visiting and I’m about to fire up the grill. You’ll be just in time.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll be there soon. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Bye.”

. . .

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” you explain, walking through the sliding glass door onto the patio where your husband’s family and a few of your friends were situated. You planted a sweet kiss on Jake standing by the grill and made your way around the group to greet properly.

“It’s okay, dear, Jake told us you were called into a meeting. Where attorney duties call, boss babe attorneys answer!” You laughed at Karen’s words as you placed a kiss on her and Kelly’s cheeks. You had always loved the Kiszkas, and Karen had become like a second mother to you. You were sometimes amazed at the amount of pride and support they had left for you after how much they uplifted their hoard of children.

“Yeah, it was last minute. Hopefully it calmed some storms for the near future, at least. How was y’all’s trip?”

. . .

You caught up with the group briefly before it was time to eat, and your party moved indoors to the dining room for some more chatting over food. You were finally unwinding from your treacherous day, and Jake’s thumb rubbing patterns on the top of your thigh as his hand rested there helped soothe you even more.

“Then, we went to this vineyard in France and it’s very interesting how they grow their grapes…” Josh raved on charismatically, speaking with his hands as he recalled the band’s most recent tour in Europe. You smiled as you remembered the warm French breeze wisping through your hair as your mind buzzed slightly from the amount of wine you had “sampled.” You remember watching Jake, his lips and teeth tinged a slight purple, listening intently to your tour guide, and the way his skin shimmered in the golden sunset light against his white linen suit. You remember falling more in love with him in that instant

A chime coming from both your and Jake’s phones simultaneously pulled you out of your memory, your Ring doorbell signaling movement had been detected outside your front door. You both looked over at each other with furrowed brows, but when Jake shrugged and resumed listening to Josh’s recount of European life, you let it go, too. Sometimes, a stray dog would throw off the doorbell, and everyone who could show up unannounced was already in your home, so it seemed of little consequence. However, a short moment later, the chime came again. And then again.

“Did you order something?” Jake leaned over to ask you in a soft tone, not wanting to disrupt the flowing conversation between his family and friends.

“I ordered those shoes I showed you at lunch today, but there’s no way they would be here already. And it’s 7:30 on a Friday night—I don’t think there would be any deliveries being made at this time,” you whispered back, brows furrowed once again in confusion.

Jake pulled his phone out of his pocket and you watched as he clicked on the notification to open the Ring app. You expected to see a stray or two playing around the front of your home, but you did not expect what was transpiring on your front porch.

At the top of the stairs, was a pile of items seemingly purposed for babies. Boxes of diapers, cans of formula, what looked like a diaper bag, and a few other bags that you could not see the contents of were stacked neatly against the railing of the porch. The most shocking part of the scene, however, was that a young woman was again opening the iron gate at the front of your yard and weaving a car seat through.

Your heart raced as you shared a wide-eyed look with Jake, and you jumped up from your seat to make it through the house to the front door. Josh’s story cut off, and you could feel the eyes of your company on your back, watching you with Jake hot on your heels make your way to the front of your home. You knew what was happening, it wasn’t hard to deduce the decision the woman had made, and the advocate in you kicked right in.

You turned towards Jake with your hand on the door handle, jerking your head to the side to tell him to back off. You knew this was going to be a delicate situation, and despite your surprise and the questions you had, you wanted the woman to feel safe to tell you. You opened the door just as the woman had reached the halfway point of the walkway to the porch. She stilled immediately, and you could see the inner conflict she was having shift across her face. Should she run? Should she drop the baby here now that she had been caught? Should she continue on to the porch to leave the child where she had initially planned to?

You stepped out of the house, closing the door behind you and tried to give the woman the most reassuring smile you could muster. Now that you had a closer look at her, you could tell she was very young, maybe freshly eighteen. She looked at you quizzically and then back down to the sleeping baby she had in the car seat. It was clear she still hadn’t made up her mind of what to do.

“Hi,” you said simply, taking a seat on the porch swing facing the front lawn. You wanted to start gently, hoping to encourage the girl to speak with you. This one little word seemed to jump start her mind.

“Oh my god. Mrs. Kiszka, right? Y/N? I’m sorry I just—I don’t know what to—I saw you on your website and—” she blabbered on, taking rushed steps to the porch and settling the car seat at the top of the steps. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, and she roughly wiped them away as they came.

“Hey, slow down! It’s okay, just take a deep breath and have a seat if you’d like. I’m assuming you found me through my law firm?”

The girl nodded her head and wrung her hands together as she looked away from you. “I’m so sorry, I just can’t…your card fell out of someone’s pocket at the hospital, and I looked you up and I followed you here from your office.”

You looked towards the car seat to find what looked like a newborn who couldn’t have been more than a week old. “Okay. While you were at the hospital having baby…?” You looked up at the girl quizzically.

“Genevieve. Her name is Genevieve. Yes, on Monday.” She looked down at the sleeping baby, and more tears started to flow. “I just can’t,” she repeated, her breathing picking up again.

“That’s okay, that’s perfectly okay,” you tried to soothe. “Do you want to sit here with me for a moment? I can get you a bottle of water or something?”

She looked at you warily still, chewing on her bottom lip and pulling at the ends of her hair.

“You’re not in trouble, and I’m not going to report you for anything. I just want to help,” you offered, hoping she would trust you.

She sighed and sat on the top step with her back pushed against the pilar facing you slightly. She pulled her knees to her chest and pushed her face into them as she wrapped her arms around herself. You could see this situation was eating her up inside, and you held back tears yourself. As she sat, she also spoke. You learned that her name was Amelia, that she had just turned eighteen the week before, and that she had no one. She had gotten pregnant by some older guy who had only been in town a few weeks before the wind plucked him up again. She hadn’t known his real name, and any source of contact with him had led to dead ends. Abortion hadn’t been obtainable for her, and she had talked herself out of every attempt to speak with someone about adoption. She had gone through so many conflicting thoughts, thinking of keeping the baby and then realizing she couldn’t take care of her. The ultimate decision maker, she said, was when she got the acceptance letter to a university in the next state over with the opportunity to start her life over. She knew that she couldn’t go to school and raise the baby properly at the same time, and that if she stayed here she would just continue the cycle of abuse and desperation that would lead to her baby becoming just like her. When she saw your card, she looked you up and felt like you were the right person to leave her baby with. She had staked out your office since she had been released from the hospital, and today she finally drew up the courage to do what she had set out to do. She knew you would either love and cherish her daughter as your own or find someone who would.

“I will do everything I can to make sure she is safe and in a loving home, thank you for trusting me with her. But can I ask you why you thought I would be a safe bet for her? I can tell you care,” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I do care, and it scares me that people will think I just abandoned her or threw her out like nothing,” she commented. “I just saw that you are really successful and you seem happy. And then I saw your husband bring you lunch the other day, and it made me think about all the times I wish I had grown up with two parents who loved each other and loved me. I don’t know, it just felt right. I want her to have the life that I never had.”

I nodded along with her. You heard the front door behind you open, and Amelia jumped. Jake emerged from your home with two bottles of water and a plate of cheese, fruit and crackers. He immediately paused as he noticed Amelia’s apprehension, but you just nodded.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, I just wondered if you were hungry or thirsty or anything,” he trailed off softly, taking a small step forward and holding out the water bottle. Amelia gave him a tight-lipped smile and took the bottle of water, opening it to take a small sip.

“Amelia, this is my husband Jake,” you spoke out, accepting your own bottle of water he extended to you. “And Jake, this is Amelia.”

“Nice to meet you, Amelia. And who have we got here?” Jake questioned as the baby started to fuss. Amelia looked at the baby with wide eyes and then up to you quickly. It was obvious that even though she had spent a good three days with the baby, she was not prepared to be its caretaker. Jake noticed this, too, and you watched as he gestured towards the fussy baby to ask Amelia for permission to pick her up. When she nodded, he placed the plate of food on the porch next to her, gently unbuckled the infant and scooped her up.

The baby started to actually cry, and Jake’s face showed you he realized he had miscalculated. You chuckled and took the baby from his hands, rocking her gently in your arms. “Amelia, when was the last time she ate? Maybe she’s hungry,” you pondered out loud.

Amelia retrieved a bottle from one of the bags on the porch and Jake went inside to warm up some water. You spoke some more, letting Amelia eat what Jake had brought out and encouraging her to let you help her figure everything out before she left for school in a month. Eventually, she conceded, and you exchanged phone numbers and addresses before she left, giving one last kiss to the sleeping baby in your arms.

Jake helped you carry the baby and her things into the house, meeting the bewildered faces of the people closest to you. You smiled warily and shifted the sleeping baby in your arms to give them a better look.

“What is even going on here? I am so confused,” Sam piped up first.

“Well, I think we have another temporary guest tonight,” Jake airily chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. His parents and siblings flocked to the baby,

You handed Jake the baby and excused yourself to your bedroom to call your friend Natalie at Child Protective Services. As vaguely as you could, you explained the situation and that you were advocating for the birth mother so that Amelia could get through the process smoothly and make it to school the next month. Natalie was familiar with this kind of situation, but she let you know that there were currently no foster homes equipped to take newborns on a Friday evening. She would have to come retrieve the baby to either take back to the hospital for the interim or to the CPS office until a foster home could be found on Monday. Something just didn’t feel right to you about that, so you suggested keeping the baby over the weekend. After some convincing, paperwork, and copies of drivers licenses of everyone in your home that weekend, Natalie agreed. As you were saying your goodbyes to Natalie, Jake walked into your shared bedroom.

“Y/N, what are you doing? Why did you ask for everyone’s IDs?” He crossed his arms while standing in front of you at the foot of the bed.

“Well, I uh…so here’s the thing,” you started, giving him a sheepish smile. “They don’t have a foster home available right now and the only other option is for her to go back to the hospital or to be stuck in a CPS office with some random CPS officer until they can look for a home on Monday. It just didn’t sit right with me, Jake, so I said she could stay here with us for the weekend.”

Jake looked at you incredulously for a moment, sighing and running a hand through his locks dramatically. “Baby, you can’t just make that decision without asking me! She’s not just a baby, she’s like 5 days old!”

“But Jake, I promised Amelia I would make sure she was loved and cherished and taken care of! If they took her to the hospital, she would just be another baby among a sea of babies, and if she went to the CPS office, she would get the most minimum care she needs. I’m sorry I didn’t consult you first, but I couldn’t hang up the phone!” you tried to explain. You knew you should have spoken with Jake before suggesting it, and you knew you could have called Natalie back after doing so, but something about the situation felt emergent.

Jake sighed and sat down next to you, placing his elbows on his knees and hanging his head between his shoulders. He put his chin in one hand and tilted his head to look at you. “We have no idea what to do with a baby, Y/N. This is going to be really hard.”

“If you wanted easy, you shouldn’t have married me!” you snapped, eyes wide and slightly glossy. “Of course it’s not going to be easy, but things that are worth it never are.”

His mouth opened and closed as he looked at you, and a smile slowly crept across his features. “You’re right. I guess I wouldn’t have said no, anyways. She’s kind of cute.” You smiled at each other and shared a quick kiss before heading back out into the living room to mingle with your family and your newest house guest.

The weekend seemed to drag on, you and Jake hardly getting any sleep. You had decided to place the pack-n-play Amelia had left in yours and Jake’s room, as it had been your decision to have her stay and it felt unfair to put your other house guests through her cries. You even felt bad for Jake, since it was your decision to host her, but he waived you off, reminding you consistently that he was your husband and that anything you chose to do you would do it together. So the two of you worked together to calm her nightly cries, change her diaper, cuddle her until she felt safe enough to sleep. Still, there was a lot the two of you did not know, and Karen and Kelly helped teach you and Jake how to take care of Genevieve. Ronnie kept her company long enough for both of you to shower and clean up around the house, and the guys came around throughout the weekend to keep everyone company.

Jake started calling her Vivy Sunday evening after she spit up on Sam’s new sweater. His laughter and “Atta girl, Vivy!” melted your heart, and your perspective started to shift. You and Karen watched from the kitchen as you prepared dinner, and she took note of your smile and slightly watery eyes. She knew you too well.

“She’s a real cutie, you know. You sure we have to give her back tomorrow?” Karen laughed, bumping your arm with hers. You laughed along with her, but her words stuck in the back of your mind.

“Babe, watch this!” Jake’s excited voice garnered your interest as he strutted into the kitchen with the baby in his arms. When he got close enough, he placed a couple kisses to the Genevieve’s cheek and in response she opened her eyes slightly and seemed to give a small smile. “She smiled!” He repeated the motion a couple times and smiled again.

“Oh, sweet girl,” you cooed, gently rubbing your thumb across her forehead. When you looked up at Jake, you saw a look of complete awe as he stared back at the baby. You wondered if he had the same voice in the back of his head.

. . .

Later that night, you and Jake sat in your bed watching a movie with a sleeping baby held close to your chest. It was way past 3 AM, but Genevieve had just fallen asleep after a couple of hours of being fussy, and your mind was still racing.

“What time is Natalie supposed to come get her?” Jake quietly questioned, turning on his side to face you and place a hand atop the one you held to the baby’s back.

“She didn’t say, she only said she would have to go to the office and make a few phone calls to find a foster home willing to take her first. I texted the partners and let them know the situation, so they can reach me on my cell tomorrow if they need to. Or today, I guess.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you, and you looked down fondly at the sleeping baby once more.

“Do you think—”

“I have an ide—”

You both started at the same time. You chuckled and Jake motioned for you to start first.

“I just…okay, I know we talked about trying for a baby in like a year,” you trailed off, trying to find the words. “But do you think that maybe now is a good time? I mean, you guys are taking a break to work on the new album for a few months, and when you go back on tour maybe we could just come with you—”

“We?” Jake questioned, and you could swear you saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes when you looked back at him.

“I mean, I don’t know, Jake. The past couple of days have been some of the hardest days of my life, but they were also so fulfilling. And then you came in the kitchen tonight and she smiled when you kissed her little cheek, and I just…I don’t know if I’m ready to let her go tomorrow.” You sighed and sat up enough to pull the baby from your chest and rest her gently on the bed between your outstretched legs.

Jake was silent for a minute, and you were honestly afraid to look up at him to search his face for the words he hadn’t yet spoken. Maybe he didn’t feel the same way and this has just been a fun little experiment for him. Maybe he would rather you stick to the original plan of starting your family in a year. But when you finally built enough courage to look up at him, your worries dissipated. Jake had moved up to sit against the headboard, his knees bent as he looked over at you. His eyes were watery with joy and he smiled behind a bit lip.

“Y-yeah, yeah I think she should maybe stay here,” Jake responded with a cough, ever trying to hold on to his tough-guy demeanor. “And I think maybe we should make her ours.”

“Yeah, I think so, too,” you nodded. Jake stood up from the bed and took Genevieve to the pack-n-play to lay her down. You followed along behind him, and the two of you stood watching over her as she slept, hand in hand.

You called Natalie first thing the next morning after confirming once again with Jake that this was something you were sure you both wanted. Your families were delighted, and everyone helped the best they could over the next couple weeks getting your new daughter settled into her rightful place in your home. Amelia was ecstatic when you asked her if she would allow you and Jake to adopt the baby, saying that she had hoped you would say so. The three of you worked through the process together, and soon Amelia was off to college with the biggest weight lifted off of her shoulders. You didn’t hear much from her again, save for the graduation announcements from undergrad and –surprisingly—law school with little notes of appreciation and inspiration to you. You tried keeping in touch with her, but she kindly asked you to allow the both of you to live your lives separately. And you were proud to let her live out her dreams without you.

Two months after welcoming Vivy as your daughter, you found out you were pregnant. Terrified was a severe understatement, but when you showed Jake the test, he belted out the most elated belly laugh you thought you would ever hear from him. You remember him setting Vivy down in her bouncer and smashing your cheeks between his palms to kiss you deeply. He made sure to tell you all night how much he loved you, how much he loved your family already, and how much he was going to love adding a new little one to love. When you worried about handling two babies so close together, he would say he had two arms for a reason. He did so much to assure you that this was an exciting thing, and that he would be happy to have a busload more if you wanted them. When June came, and a 10-month-old Vivy smiled and clapped when she met her little sister for the first time, you felt like your heart would actually burst. Unadulterated happiness is the only way you could describe it.

Present time…

You sniffled as you remembered that weekend. It wasn’t easy, but it really had been worth it.

“Yeah, it was worth it. Even the terrible twos,” you laughed. You could feel Jake’s smile on your neck.

“It was and still is. Do you remember when she cried the first time I put her in time out? Broke my heart. Her big round eyes and her puckered lip still haunt me to this day.”

“Oh, my favorite is when she cried at the hospital when she found out Wiley was a boy and not another baby sister for her,” you laughed.

“Oh my gosh! Yeah, when I went out to go get them and tell everyone he was a boy she was not happy. But you should have seen Junie, she kept hugging and patting Vivy on the head and saying ‘its okay sissy, you still got me!’ and Vivy would just cry louder. It was the funniest thing, and I had to try so hard not to laugh at them.”

The two of you laughed some more, and you eventually turned in Jakes arms to lean your head against his chest. “Do you think we’ve given her enough time yet?”

“Yeah, do you want to lead the way or me?”

The rest of that night was spent telling Vivy the entire story and showing her the graduation announcements Amelia had sent. The three of you cried together, laughed together, and Jake reminded her that families are made up of all kinds of people and that blood relation was not a requirement. He reminded her that Uncle Danny was not his blood brother, but that he would always be in their lives. He reminded her that she may not have the same physical features as you or Jake, but that she had your heart and his amazing style (to which she fell over laughing). He reminded her that sometimes people have babies that aren’t meant to have them, and that the best thing her birth mother did for her was giving her the life she had never had. He reminded her to be grateful to Amelia, and that if she ever wanted to meet her, he would hold one hand and you would hold her other. He reminded her that she was loved, and that she would always be your first baby girl.

And he reminded you that your little family was worth everything and more.

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TOPGUN Country AU! Part 4: Ow, My Feelingssss

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What started out as a crack au idea has now spiraled out of my control. When it came to bringing the two generations together, I thought it would be funny if the baby pilots didn't get along with the original Top Gun Cast at first due to miscommunication. But then my mind started to wander during free time at my work and my brain thought - what if there was also an angsty reason the kids acted the way they did instead of only crack treated seriously?

*Note: I had a headcanoned that after Mav stopped the daggers from bludgeoning Slider to death with pool noodles, he had explained to the kids what the throwing was about. But later on, I found myself asking the question, “Would Maverick has explained the situation?” and the conclusion I landed on was “No, he would not.”

It was all Rooster’s fault - no, Rooster, yes it was, shut up - for the initial animosity towards the class of 86’ + Cougar & Merlin.

That night at the Hard Deck and before Slider made his entrance, all of the daggers were gathered around the pool tables in their usual spots. Given how frequently they visited the hard deck, regardless if they were there to drink or not, they tended to gravitate toward the pool tables. It had become their unofficial meeting spot; all the regulars knew of the claim and respected it, but some of that respect may be due to Penny making sure the kids got the pool tables.

(Sue her, so she was a little biased. She provided the drinks.)

They had all already been there for quite away, their empty beer bottle pile steadily growing by the minute. So it was safe to say they were all pretty buzzed, not drunk, just...loosened up.

They don't remember how exactly they landed on the topic. Maybe Bob or Fanboy had started the conversation with Fritz and Harvard chiming in to fuel the fire, which soon turned into a wildfire. in the end, it didn't matter who started it, as all eyes were now on Rooster, who was slouched against the wall on his bar stool, frozen mid-drink and wide-eyed as he stared back at his fellow pilots.

The question had caught him off guard as he had been happily staring at a certain pilot's ass enjoying the warm foggy buzz in his head and being in the presence of his friends turned ragtag family.

Okay..... maybe he hadn't exactly been paying attention to the conversation but when he had last been tuned in, Halo and Hangman were wielding their cue sticks like lightsabers and trading threats of bodily harm with a dash of psychological warfare. They had been in the middle of a match but then he guessed it turned into a parody of Medieval Times ---- hmm, he should go back there again, they had pretty good fries....what was he thinking about again?....oh yeah, he was been interrogated.

Being interrogated over what you may ask. Well over, Maverick's hobbies, of course.

After the mission and training, they’ve all adopted become attached to Mav and want to get to know him better now that they don’t have a suicide mission hanging over their heads. Ya know - try to bond with him outside of flying. They all see him as their Mavdad and care about him just as much as he cares about them. So, Hangman asks Rooster about Maverick’s hobbies to see if the old man has any hobbies that some of them also do – So, Roo-Roo, what does Pops like to do for fun?

The answers they were all expecting were typical old man stuff.

Fishing.

Working on his Kawasaki/fixing planes.

Maybe what his favorite movies were – does he like action movies or romantic comedies? Falling asleep while watching said old movies

Rooster, in all his cool head, by-the-book attitude, in his drunken stupidity, blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.

.........He told his friends that Mav was a swinger.

And he is right. Mav’s a country swing dancer and a damn good one at that. He dances in his free time, hell, only flying beats it out in the accumulated time. So, therefore, it’s one of Mav’s hobbies.

What he meant was that Mavdad is a professional country swing dancer – a swinger.

What everyone else thought he meant was the more common definition of a swinger. As in, a person who, either single or in a committed relationship, engages in sexual activity with other people for recreational purposes.

Yeah......definitely not what they were expecting. It takes a few seconds…minutes, for everyone to process this new information on their Mavdad.

It takes less time for all of them to wish they had a bottle full of bleach instead of beer because they did NOT need to know that their Mavdad, whose pushing 60, was still actively having sex and with multiple people, including ones who are married.

Meanwhile, Rooster doesn’t realize that his words could have been taken the wrong way and is just waiting for the others to ask him more questions.

But before the other daggers can question Rooster more about what he said, Slider walks into the Hard Deck and you already know what happens after that.

Everything that could go wrong went wrong and then burst into flames and then got pissed on by a dog.

But why?

Why did the kids feel the need to attack Slider? Yes, the kids ready to throw down with anyone who threatened their Mavdad. But to do so violently and savagely? To the degree that it even made Penny raise an eyebrow?

Well you see, it's because of two reasons.

First, the angst reason: the kids all have lingering unresolved issues from the mission. Additionally, the guilt and problems they have stems from their circumstances during the mission.

Before, the baby pilots were just gonna be ridiculously overprotective of Mavdad and I thought it would be funny if they “protected” Mav from the Class of 86’, especially his own husband.

But What if the kids were overprotective of Mav because it’s a manifestation of guilt and fear from the mission? These manifestations come in different variations:

Phoenix, Payback, Fanboy - guilt/overcompensation over not disobeying direct orders like Rooster did, as well as feeling like they abandoned Maverick and almost made Rooster leave Maverick to die by saying he’s gone.

Hangman - Shame from not being chosen as Mav's wingman, which turned into the need to prove himself to Mav that he can change and has changed. Fear of what would have happened if he hadn’t made it in time turned into the desire to protect Mav from harm. Also, he has daddy issues (*the first time I watch the movie, I was like "that man definitely has a shitty father, he;s got that aura) and Mav is the father he always wanted so he'd be damn if anything happen to his pops. Look at this man’s face and tell me he wasn’t hurt by Mav’s decision…yeah, that’s right, you cant’t

Rooster - (what issues does he not have?) guilt over doubting Mav and hurting him, guilt and fear of nearly being the reason Maverick didn’t come back from the mission. Fear of losing another parent.

Coyote, Halo, Harvard, Yale, Fritz - a need to compensate over having to sit on the sidelines while their friends and father figure flew towards death. Also, confidence issues.

Additionally, they've all gained a slight distrust of COs other than Mav and Hondo. Their first impressions of Cyclone were not easily forgotten. Without the stress of a suicide mission on the horizon, the air boss is infinitely better. He's a hard ass, but a hard ass who cares. But it lingers in their subconscious. And they all know Mav's horror stories of Admirals shipping him out when they can't ground him /discharge him.

Sprinkling in some PTSD and, basically, all the kids have issues that are manifesting in a disturbingly violent, but also sweet, way.

On a MUCH lighter note, the second reason is - they also all seem like the type of kids to disapprove of anyone their parent's dates (And you can’t really blame them for having this mindset.)

In all honesty, this crisis could have been avoided, if they hadn't met Slider first. Literally, anyone else would have been better - best case scenario would have probably been Goose or Merlin.

But they met Slider and that's was the worst case scenario.

Slider seems like the type of guy to say, “Yeah, I fucked your dad back in the day, and I still do on occasion. What are you going to do about it?” He has the kind of face you want to wanna punch (with love), ya know?

The kids don't disapprove of his supposed lifestyle. Their Mavdad isn't getting younger and if this is what makes him happy, then they're so glad for him. The whole conversation started because they were worried he was lonely. So they disapprove of the men he chooses, aka they think he has shitty taste in men.

And somehow, after all of that, it’s never brought up that what Rooster meant was Mav was a country swinger - aka someone who dances country swing. But the miscommunication doesn’t end there, it gets so much worse.

Because while the other daggers misunderstood what Rooster meant, they’re not....entirely wrong.

Mav is happily married to Iceman (which they don't know) but they have an open relationship, though it's primarily Mav sleeping with the other guys from the class of 86'.

So yeah, Mav is both a swinger and a swinger.

The animosity keeps worsening because the next morning after that night at the Hard deck, Mav looks like he got mauled by a bear and then thrown in front of bus while still tangled with said bear.

Rooster gets swept into the misinterpretation with his friends by accident. He never knew Mav has smexy time with his uncles, and now he's learning about it because his friends are pointing out how much Slider and Mav are being touchy-feely right now when they think no one is looking.

No, there's no way...they're just reading into it. They've known each other for years. Mav and Slider are just comfortable with touching each other- OH MY GOD!

Rooster watches Slider lean down so Mav can hear him better over the volume in the bar and while the kids are still watching, he slides his eyes over to them. And without looking away, he wraps his arm around Mav’s waist and slides him to be flushed against his side.

And to the Rooster's horror, Mavdoesn’t pull away and instead snuggles further to his side and looks up at the man through his lashes.

Le GASP. the AUDACITY

How did he never notice this before? Rooster was 100% sure Mav was still with Ice, so why is he over here fraternizing with Uncle Slider? Wait...does he do this with his other uncles too? .....Oh my God, are Mav and my dad fucking! What is going on?!

Rooster and the rest of the daggers somehow end up on the same wavelength through different reasonings.

TLDR: The daggers think Mav has shitty taste in men and feel the need to protect him. Rooster is a little confused, but he's got the spirit. Slider doesn't help the situation. Mav is oblivious. Ice just wants to come home and spend time with his husband. Everyone is dumb and needs therapy. And Viper saves the day.

#This was suppose to be a crack treated seriously AU #but I always find someway to turn things into angst.#The class of 86' complains to Viper about the kids over beers and the poor man has to fix his son's bullshit again #country boy i love you au!#storeboughtheadcanons #top gun fanfiction #top gun #top gun maverick #baby daggers armed with daggers #icemav #allmav #pete maverick mitchell

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undercat-overdog · 10 months

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Still answering questions to the Friday Night Fun thing? If yes, then 6, 8, 10, 11.

Answering five weeks late, but yes! Thanks for the ask, and I hope you see the answer.

6. What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

I don't know, sorry! I don't think anything I come up with is particularly angsty (Lulu is shaking her head at me right now.) Maybe because I can always imagine a happy or happy-ish ending.

8. Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Some here, here, and here. I've talked about lifetime movie sex (it has roses!) before, which I definitely want to finish. One day.

Also a continuation to the Atar verse, in which Galadriel brings Halbrand to Eregion, convinced he's Sauron (he's not in this). The real Sauron is tied up in the corner (being Gil-daddy's baby and all - this story would be smut) and steaming. Probably starts talking about how he knew Sauron in Almaren and Halbrand's not Sauron, not nearly hot or smart enough, SNL Kylo Ren Undercover Boss style ("I heard the real Sauron had an eight pack"), till Gil shoves a pacifier in his mouth. Would also include something about the tRoP Adar. So many imposters, poor Sauron!!!

On the gen-ish side, a story in my head that's known by the very boring name of Sad Celebrimbor Fic, which would be a prequel to Bones in which Celebrimbor is sad and moping in Valinor after his rebirth. Some worldbuilding, Celebrimbor meeting relatives, getting in catty academic fights, and discovering Aman's romance publishing industry, writing some of his own (thinly veiled expies; he refuses to acknowledge this). Sauron would be very present but never mentioned by name or explicit acknowledgement until the very last few sentences, when Celebrimbor thinks his name, curls his lips, and leaves for brunch and daydrinking.

10. Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Answered here and here, and tropes are difficult for me to think of so I don't have further answers lol. Sorry!

11. Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Also answered here, but I am nothing if not a hater! I mentioned found family in that ask, but I'll expand on that more because the way it's written in fanfic (pan-fandom) often makes me genuinely uncomfortable - so often toxic or outright abusive behaviors are presented as healthy and desirable. I'm all in favor of toxic behaviors by characters in fanfic, but I like the author to know it, you know? I have some thoughts about how this manifests in this fandom in particular, but won't go into them in the interest of not being too negative or verbose (this post is long enough!) - hit me up in private if you want thoughts (throwaway account fine! I have tumblr dms open to all, though I can't promise I'll respond immediately because I don't check tumblr daily and am gone from it for several day or week periods at times).

Actually, on the last bit, I have anon asks enabled and I'm so sorry that if anyone without a tumblr account wants to communicate with me privately they no longer can through that. But if you do have an account, even if you don't use it, anon is cool!

#ask #anonymous

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Season 3 Episode 4 Thoughts

BI ASHLYN BI ASHLYN BI ASHLYN… (possibly lesbian?? We’ll see)

All of you who called Maddox being gay… you were so, so right

Oh honey, Carlos, your straight dar is so, so very broken. Not only were you wrong about Maddox, but like the stuff about her dating her brother 😭😭 that was painful to listen to

I am by no means, a p*rtwell, but I will give credit where credits is due: I actually really liked the LIAOD duet. Their voices sounded nice together and I enjoyed the beginning with the stripped down piano part. I don’t know that we’ve heard Gina do more of a single instrumental song yet, so hearing her raw voice was beautiful!

My poor baby Kourtney. That hurts my heart seeing her so anxious. Her mom actually gave some pretty sound advice. Removing the “shoulds”… feeling how you should feel? We’ve got removing cognitive distortions and validating emotions. Made my heart happy 🥲

Jet was so angsty and for what 😭😂

Gina was so so cute this episode. She was literally glowing?? Like you could just tell how happy she was and the scene when she helped Kourtney made my heart soft 🥲 I just love seeing her in her happy era compared to last season. It’s a fresh, much needed thing

Along those lines… Ricky is in his happy era?? Well… for the most part. He did walk out a couple times when he was jealous 😬 but like the last few episodes and stuff he just seemed so content with himself and life for the first time in forever? (Pun intended… maybe that’s his and Gina’s song because they have both been THROUGH IT lol). He got his Corbin hug 🥹 and he just seemed like he was just trying his best to make the most of his situation at camp… I think EJ started to get in his head a lot

But also the 80’s villain line from Corbin? 🤣😭😭 comedy GOLD. Who wouldn’t laugh at that?? Lmaooo

Ok again, not a p*rtwell, but I want to make something clear about this next point: I’m not saying this because I’m a rina. I genuinely ship EJ and Val. Or at least am starting too. Val called him out that he’s been having deep, girlfriend talks with her. It’s so easy for him to open up with her. When he is with Gina everything is stiff? Tense? Lack of chemistry? But with Val it seems so easy between them. Like they’ve known each other forever. And she’s in college which is just a bonus on top

It’s interesting we’re addressing Kourt’s anxiety so much but EJ’s feels really brushed over? Like he has no one giving him those pep talks. Instead his dad is putting undue pressure on him. Why is his dad so keen on pushing him? It makes me sad. I think it would be cool to see Kourt use the advice from her mom and give EJ similar advice. They both could use it

I’m not a huge fan of the song “fabulous”. It’s my least favorite from the movies but it was fun watching Carlos and Kourt sing it. Very Ryan and Sharpay of them which they’ve been giving a lot this season 😂

AND NOW: RINA

PINING RICKY PINING RICKY PINING RICKY

I am not sure I even counted this correctly but there were at LEAST 6 or 7 stolen glances, for sure 1 per scene between Ricky and Gina

I can’t even tell you how many times I rewound this episode to see every stolen glance. Someone make a gifset pleaseeeee

I also didn’t expect EJ to say out of pocket things right out the gate like that. Like I knew there would be some contention between the two (predicted it last episode thought rambles) but wowww he was VERY quick to jump on Ricky

And I don’t say that as EJ slander. I think he is under a LOT of stress and doesn’t know how to cope. With his relationship kind of falling under it makes sense he might be lashing. He’s not being nice, but it’s also understandable.

But also, I don’t ~love~ that he was mad at Ricky and Gina being gone because he had every opportunity to go and blew up at them last episode. He did take some accountability for this thought which was good

Also Ricky jumping at the chance to sing LIAOD and the show intentionally said, “NO THIS SONG IS FOR EJ AND GINA TO SING”. It’s literally leaving us no hints at this point that they are not the couple of this show. Like it is very intentional they’re showing EJ as hans in this situation and that he had to be the one to sing it with Gina. But also very cute mr bowen that you wanted to sing about love with her 🥹

Speaking of… isn’t there a rickyxgina duet coming this season possibly? Just saying. We might want to compare the two 😉

I have said it 1000x and I will say it 1000 more: STAGING IS EVERYTHING. They take and retake these scenes so they have to make sure ever prop, placement… everything is exactly where it should be. Notice who seems to be in the middle in multiple ways in the staging? Mr Bowen himself. The movie night was the biggest one screaming it. Like he could have sat anywhere and he sat right in the middle 😭😭😭

Also all of Ricky’s compliments to Gina and him defending her to Jet 😭😭 he is such a protective almost boyfriend I love it sm

AND OMG JET CALLING HIM OUT???? Yeah jet was me and every other rina in that scene 😂 but also, I feel like the “you don’t know the whole story” was set up for more 👀 so then what is the whole story Ricky? Anything to do with another flashback?? With chocolates? Hmmmmmmm???? 🧐🤨📸

(This also fits my Ricky is Hans and Jet is Sven for their “off stage” symbolic characters because Sven called out Kristoff in the movie with sus looks and stuff. He really understood Kristoff in a way no one else- but Anna- did. They’re just this cute friend duo that I love)

Also can I just point out Gina’s laugh in the wishlist part? That was the most GENUINE laugh I heard from any season from her. She just sounded so happy 🥲

RINA HELD HANDS…. AGAIN??? Their parallels do be unmatched to any other couple in the show

I have no idea what kind of drama EJ is going to stir up but I’m SURE it has to do with this triangle for the show. He said it took courage to make something big happen? It just feels like a very Hans thing to say. Oh P*W you are so bones I’m sorry 😭 because Gina said she can’t deal with liars and she was VERY clear. Soooo EJ’s washed

But ALSO SHE CANT DEAL WITH LIARS AND RICKY WALKS OUT??? What is he lying about?? Feelings???? Chocolates????? I mean it makes sense if he did because of Nini a little but I still feel like he would have no reason to lie unless there was more feelings behind why he delivered those to Gina. If he was doing it as a friendly gesture he might have even asked Nini to help? So yeahhhh boy you gonna get caught. But this lie feels… different somehow? Like maybe Gina might get upset but they weren’t dating and things were weird so it kind of makes sense why Ricky didn’t say anything. But he did make her feel stupid so she has every right to be mad? Idk the chocolates conversation could go a LOT of ways if (when) it happens

So yeah… I know that one tik toker who saw the episodes prior said that this episode would have rinas on a “rollercoaster” but I actually don’t feel shaken at ALL. In fact, rina endgame just feels even more solidified. Have I told you guys I love this season yet? Because I LOVE this season

#rina #ricky x gina #ricky bowen #gina porter #pining ricky #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #late night rambles #season 3 #season 3 spoilers #p*rtwell bones

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Bumbleby Week DAY 2 - Meet the Parents

Day 2 of @bumblebyweek-blog set of prompts and its meeting the parents, always a fun one, though I think mine turned a bit serious/angsty but hey its Bumbleby after V3 they’ve always had a bit of angst over them (at least to me, they really do need this island vacation). Still liked where this went and hope you’ll enjoy it too.

To say that Yang was nervous was an understatement. Which of course was crazy for anyone else to imagine. She was the blinding star of Team RWBY, the heavyweight brawler that personally threw hands at Salem herself. Yet here she was frozen in the team’s tent trying not to overthink what was about to happen.

After coming back from Ever After, where she finally grasped her heart and asked Blake to be with her together. Granted it had come after Blake tearfully tore into her for her sacrificial nature for them all. That had been an ugly conversation, especially when Yang had snapped back asking what was she supposed to do. Neither was able to answer the other and they had stormed off to cool their minds. Of course, neither was ready for the island to react to their emotions and the two soon found themselves slammed back together. It had been painful, emotional, and ultimately needed time that helped them clear whatever was between them. In the end, they both just wanted to be with other during and after the war.

It was a bond that had helped them escape Ever After, and even helped beat back Salem’s agents' attempts to infiltrate Shade. Their nights were easier together and both were finding out more about each other. At this point, Yang knew she could keep going as long as Blake was with her, heck she even managed to get Blake and her dad to enjoy a brunch together, despite both being terrible morning people, a fact the two bonded wonderfully over.

Now though she was on the receiving end of meeting the parents and truth be told her nervousness was quickly turning into genuine fear. Oh sure Blake had done everything to assuage her fears, but deep down Yang knew that maybe just maybe she might drop the ball. She did not want to mess this up, this was Blake’s parents. Parents who she had only recently reconnected with, parents who had willingly let their baby go into fight a war that could end the world. Parents that had almost lost her to one person Blake had given her heart to.

Yang suppressed that thought, it would only make her angry, and that was the last thing she needed to be. This was to be a joyous occasion, if somewhat muted. Salem was slowly gearing up for a full war, and the people of Remnant would need more than a smattering of Hunters to protect them. They needed an army, and only the Kingdom of Menagerie Guards, along with the reborn White Fang, had the numbers to provide a solid foundation for the rest of the world’s buildup for the final fight. So not only was Yang going to meet her girlfriend's parents but also two of the most influential individuals alive in the world.

“Yeah, I’m the one who's supposed to overthink things,” Blake’s voice whispered into Yang’s ear which caused her to jump with a shriek.

“Blake!!” she cried out as Blake chuckled, and Yang felt her indignation disappear. Blake’s laughter was precious and absolutely a delight to hear.

“Sorry Sunshine,” Blake said and grinning as Yang flushed at the nickname before she enveloped Yang in a hug. Yang melted back into Blake with her own hug as her heart enjoyed the calming moment. “You know it will be okay,” Blake continued on, “I wouldn’t have you doing this if I thought it would end badly,”

“I know, I just…want to give them my best,” Yang stated, somewhat embarrassed that she was this obvious.

“And you will, now come, dad managed to figure out how to make a sandfish taste like it's a tuna,” Blake said planting a quick kiss on Yang’s lip, as she dragged Yang out of their tent toward her parents’ temporary shelter. The walk was far shorter than Yang could ever imagine, and though she tried to focus on her hand holding Blake’s, her early worries started to creep back. So much could go wrong and--

“Yang,” suddenly she found herself staring deep into Blake’samber eyes, oh she could look into those gems all day. “If you’re not ready we don’t--”

“No, if I don’t do it now it's gonna just make it worse,” Yang quickly interrupted her girlfriend’s sentence, already steeling herself for the worst. “Besides I do need to see just how well your dad managed with the sandfish, that stuff has been nothing but leather.”

“Alright, Mom! Dad! We’re here!” Blake announced through the tent’s entrance and was quickly answered by a soft come-in, as well as shuffling sounds of people moving. Blake threw Yang a quick smile before dashing in, and Yang followed in. Now Blake had shown pictures and talked about her parents to Yang, so she easily knew just what Kali Belladonna was. The older woman seemed to glide toward her daughter, sweeping Blake up in a hug.

“It’s so good to see you,” Kali crooned as she peppered her daughter’s face with kisses.

“Mom, we saw each this morning,” Blake playfully complained before touching her forehead to her mother’s, before turning her head back toward Yang. “Anyway, Mom here’s Yang, my girlfriend,”

“Hello, Mrs. Belladona, a pleasure to meet you” Yang instantly straightened herself and stiffly extended a hand toward Blake’s mom. The two Belladonnas looked at her for a brief second before Blake had to turn away to stifle a giggle, while Kali gave Yang a wide smile.

“Oh you are just as sweet as Blake mentioned dear,” she started before opening her arms out for a hug. “Please no need for formalities,” she continued, while Yang shot Blake a look, who nodded and then hugged Kali. “Ah it is nice to meet you too, Blake has been giving tidbits of your adventures.

“All yangtastic ones right?... Oh shades,” Yang’s face bloomed red in embarrassment at what she said. The feeling was not helped as Blake’s giggles turned into chuckles and Kali herself let out a laugh as she stepped back.

“And she was right about your humor,” Kali started grin still on her face as Yang tried to hide her face with her hands, “but now let us get seated, I can smell my husband finishing tonight’s dinner,” Kali finished and Yang soon also smelled the wonderful aromas that were wafting from the tent’s rear. No sooner than the three had taken their seats, Blake’s father Ghira Belladonna arrived carrying a massive skillet, still steaming with four sandfish and a bevy of herbs and spices that enthralled Yang’s nose. In a flash after Ghira had set down the skillet then two of the fish had moved from the skillet to the plates of Kali and Blake. The atmosphere soon became a homely one as the Belladonnas plied the two girls about their adventures, with the two partners easily focusing on the better parts of their time together. Yang had no idea how much time had passed and honestly was ready to keep talking till they all dropped asleep when a sudden cough cut through their discussions.

“Make it quick,” Ghira announced sitting straighter as one of the Menagerie Guards swiftly made their way over and whispered something in Ghira’s ear. It obviously wasn't the best of news as his lips went straight before he turned to Blake. “Dear can you go with him and help Ilia, there’s a slight scuffle between some of the recruits and our allies?” he asked and Yang instantly knew just what was about to happen. To be fair she too had left Blake with her dad, via a long bathroom break, but this seemed a bit much to her. A thought Blake seemed to agree with by how her eyes narrowed, but before she could Yang placed her hand over Blake’s.

“It will be fine, besides you know I’m best for ending fights not preventing them,” she quipped flashing her signature smile at her girlfriend. The tension in Blake eased away before she leaned in for another quick kiss and turned to face her parents and the guard.

“Lead the way please,” and with that, the two disappeared out of the tent and into the night.

“Hm perceptive she is,” Kali quipped as she leaned against her husband, who maintained his stoic expression. Yang knew that she needed to say something, proclaim her love and devotion to Blake, promise that she won’t hurt Blake ever. Yet just as she opened her mouth Ghira held up a hand.

“Please Ms. Xiao Long, before you pour out your heart for Blake please allow me to start,” he said as Yang could only nod, “Firstly thank you for defending her against…Adam.” Yang couldn’t blame the man for the hesitancy, even she and Blake were rarely able to say anything when those nightmares struck one of them.

“Sir that was something anyone of us would have done--”

“And yet I missed it,” Ghira interrupted her, “I let myself out of her life, which is why I must thank you again for letting Blake be herself again,”

“Uh wait what do you mean?” Yang asked not exactly sure what he meant by that, sure Blake had the issue she tended to close herself off, but it was still her…right?

“What my husband means is that around our daughter chooses that the person to be is herself,” Kali stated, “not a lieutenant, not a criminal, but her honest self, and it is so good to see her make that choice,”

“My wife is correct,” Ghira pushed “Blake with you has been the most we’ve seen her be true to herself, and we can not thank you enough,” Yang herself was shocked at the news, she honestly assume that Blake mostly just kept to herself before opening up to others. Hearing that Blake had apparently always had her barriers up and that she had helped let her be herself again was definitely a bit much.

“I…I don’t really have words for that,” She started as the two Belladonnas let loose a chuckle, “but other than your daughter has helped me to, given me the strength to live for her and others that are in my life,”

“Well then, let's get going before my daughter again decides the best response is to burn a house down,” Ghira stated as he stood up.

“And that is the best way to live,” Ghira stated his voice a bit melancholic, “too many have died for their loves these days,”

“Agreed,” Yang stated, and for a moment the three let the silence honor those they lost.

“Wait what did she do?” Yang asked now thoroughly confused.

#bumblebyweek2022 #Bumbleby #Yang_Xiao_Long #Blake_Belladonna #RWBY

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Alright, sorry about the delay, but l wanted to send you an ask about your fic.

First of all, I FUCKING LOVE IT SO MUCH. There's like four fics about Irene on ao3 and she's either a villain or the best mum in the world, and ever since l learned about her l wanted to know what could have been if she had raised Erza (and how would they have both ended up) and it's so cool to see a fic where she raises her while still showing that she has some problems.

I think my favourite part of the fic is the end of the second chapter where Erza gets hurt and Irene ends up holding her and freezes. And then has to go clean herself up because she ended up feeling things for her child. And then in the next chapter you confirmed not only that she did that several times, but also that her fur is fluffy. Thank you so much for saying that out loud, it was the first thing that came to my mind when l saw her dragon form.

Also, l think you made a pretty good job of showing how Erza thinks. I am not a feral child, nor do l know someone who is, but l think you did a pretty good job. You made her a menace though, if she joins Fairy Tail she will win every fight biting people. Very well done, can't wait to see her terrorize people. Also, will Erza be non-binary? Since you used they/them pronouns...

Will the arc of the Tower of Heaven appear in the story? Because l can see Irene getting furious and setting everything on fire (and also kinda realising that she loves her daughter)

Just... Thanks for writing this fic and mixing the idea of mamaIrene and dragonErza, l don't think l've read any fic where Erza is allowed to be as chaotic as she deserves and Irene is allowed to be mentally ill and still a milf

I thought there wasn't many people desperate to get more out of Irene but I'm SO HAPPY that there's a bunch of us actually and I will make sure to do our beloved dragon milf justice because she DESERVES a complicated morality.

I think the end of the second chapter was crucial because I wanted Irene to have to face an aspect of motherhood that was kind of inescapable but I needed to make sure it stayed at a middle ground. If you realize, it is mostly Erza who's taking the steps to breach the wall Irene has put up mostly because of the fact that she thinks in simple terms. Also if we waited for Irene to do it, she wouldn't hold Erza probably until she was old enough to climb her whether Irene wants to or not.

But y'know, exposure therapy worked and now she can stop disinfecting every time she touches her child. And, unfortunately for Irene, she has established that Erza can get Fluff privileges whenever she wants. A win for all of us.

Feral Erza is my beloved gremlin baby and I'm having a lot of fun figuring them out. The little girl from the movie Mama is kind of a big inspiration since it is the closest to Erza's situation.

With regards to the pronoun thing, I actually wasn't gonna use pronouns at all except for Irene. Erza originally only refers in POV to herself as "Erza", without pronouns, but it started to feel repetitive which is why I put some parts from that POV and some in a more omniscient narrator POV, so the parts where I use They is because Erza doesn't have pronouns as of now and the only person who uses It is Irene, for reasons I've previously discussed. Erza's perception of self is complicated, like it happens to young children and probably would happen to a child raised in isolation from the rest of society, so at some point she will develop an identity but I don't think Erza would care too much about what pronouns are used. I am getting ideas to explore their gender tho

Lastly, about the TOH arc... :) It will be angsty :) It will be the turning point for many things and I'll finally get to write about our menace child interacting with other non-dragon people.

Thanks so much for the ask! I love talking about my fics <3

#straight outta the mailbox #the shape you've grown #long post

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 9 months

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🌤️, 🌈, 🌧️, 🌀

Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP

Wilbur really likes Tommy as a baby. He wonders if he'll like him when he gets bigger.

That's silly. Of course I'll like him when he's bigger; I'll like him for always, no matter what, even if he gets really tall and stops liking dandelions.

I think he'll always like dandelions, though.

Wilbur takes a peek around the side of the stroller, looking for mum. She's walking down the sidewalk, and she still has a cigarette in her mouth. She removes it to blow out smoke. Wilbur looks back at Tommy.

"Hey."

Tommy makes a thoughtful noise, though that probably has more to do with him shoving his empty hand into his mouth.

Wilbur watches him evenly. "I just want you to know that I'll like you forever. Even when you stop being a baby and everything. Even when you get big. I'll always be bigger than you, so that means... that means my love will get bigger, too!"

Wilbur brightens, eyes widening. "Yeah! Every time I get bigger, my heart will get bigger, which means that I can fit more love inside it! That means that the bigger I get, and the bigger you get, the more I'll love you!"

Tommy pauses trying to gnaw on his hand to gaze up at his brother, eyes brilliant and blue. A lot of spit dribbles down his chin, but Wilbur's going to wait a bit before he wipes it away.

"Tommy, will your love get bigger too? I hope it does. I hope both of our loves get so big that we don't know what to do with ourselves, and all that we can do is hug each other and say, 'I love you soooo much'!" Wilbur smiles, and a breeze strokes his face. The sky is light purple now, and most of the sunlight is fading away. It's getting cooler.

Wilbur leans forward and kisses Tommy on the forehead. "I love you so much, Tommy. I love you now and I'll love you when you're big. And even though you can't talk yet, I'm pretty sure you love me, too. Right?"

Tommy pulls his hand out of his mouth, slick and shiny with saliva. Wilbur laughs.

Then Tommy spreads his mouth into a wide smile, letting out a happy squeal.

~~~

Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP

"That's cool, that's cool. I'm like that, sometimes." Tubbo takes a deep breath and lets it out, sagging lower into the bench. "Serious conversations can be weird."

"Very," Ranboo adds, chuckling breathlessly. "Very, very weird."

Tubbo smiles. "So... maybe we don't talk serious this evening, then? Talk about something else?"

"Yeah! I mean, um, yeah. Th-that is, if you want."

"Hey, I'm fine with whatever, big man. Whatever floats your boat."

"Whatever floats my... what?"

Tubbo turns to him, and Ranboo quickly averts his eyes. "Oh, that's an expression. It basically means, 'do whatever you want' or 'do whatever feels best for you'."

"Then... why don't you just say that?"

"Say what?"

"What you just said. Do whatever you want, instead of the boat thing."

Tubbo purses his lips. "Because the boat thing is more fun. Gives it flavor, y'know?"

Ranboo doesn't know.

"Oh yeah, sure. Obviously."

Tubbo nods, turning back to watch the sunset.

A minute or so passes, and Ranboo briefly closes his eyes, letting the gentle breeze blow back his hair. It feels really nice right now; not cold, but not hot either. A wonderful in-between.

~~~

Share something angsty from your WIP

"My house. You're in my house, Ranboo." Tommy takes a step forward, and Ranboo quickly rises to his feet. The flower tumbles off his legs, landing in a crumpled heap on the ground. "Why are you in my house? Who did- who let you in here?"

"I-I think, um, Tubbo," Ranboo replies, voice quivering.

Tommy stares at him. "I think you're lying."

"N-no!" Ranboo draws his hand towards his chest. "I'm not- I'm not lying, Tommy! Why would I lie?"

"That's what I want to figure out."

Ranboo's brow furrows, and his chest fills with warmth again—a very different kind of warmth. Not like sunshine, but like fire. "I'm not lying, Tommy. I wouldn't- I don't lie. I don't do that."

Tommy stares at him, nostrils flaring. Ranboo flicks his eyes away.

And then:

"Were you hanging out with Tubbo?"

Tommy doesn't sound loud and angry anymore. Instead, he just sounds quiet.

Ranboo nods minutely. "Yes. Well- well I was, earlier. He's not here now."

Tommy doesn't say anything.

Ranboo swallows. "Do you need, um, need him for something? Because I can send him a message if you want."

Ranboo immediately knows that he said the wrong thing. Tommy's eyes turn fiery, and his jaw tightens.

Ranboo doesn't know what he did wrong.

~~~

Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

OOOOOH okay, hmm…

AU. Alright? AU in which Ghostbur and Tommy go to the prison to kill Dream, but instead of Ghostbur dying, Tommy’s invisibility potion wears off a little too fast, and Sam panics and locks Ghostbur and Tommy into Dream’s cell!! So now Ghostbur, Tommy, and Dream are stuck together!! Wow!! Totally nothing bad is going to happen and no one will get hurt and no one will experience PTSD/traumatic memories!! Totally!!

I’ve gotten really excited about this AU lol. It’s the one I wrote 1,500 words for last night :0

#story snippet #ask #ask game answers #my story ideas #for the first snippet Wilbur is seven years old <3 #he is Boy #he’s a big feeler and Tommy has to deal with it constantly (Tommy is Baby)#I will ONLY write overly-lovey crime boys when they are both Young and Children #that is the only time I will accept this #next two snippets are actually from a story inspired by you!!!#or rather a message you sent me months and months ago #it made my mind Run with an idea so XD

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kninedlog · 10 months

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I haven't been praising Sonic characters on my blog lately. Let's change that!

Here's every current main Sonic character IDW or Videogame and my; I've been with sonic the hedgehog since birth, opinion.

V+Name= Videogame vr

C+Name= IDW comic vr

Name = just assume I'm talking about both iterations or they only have the one of either.

(mostly jokes under the cut. I'm not taking this seriously)

VSonic: He be going; but the development of character is slow and practically stagnant

CSonic: He be going; but, the character development is actively moving along with him.

Tails: He be following; but, he has grown and I am very proud of my fox baby

Knuckles: He be punching. But, he has grown to accept more company. I *really* REALLY like that. He's gonna try to no longer be a loner. That makes me so happy, take that vacation Knux you deserve it boy!!

VAmy: Grown to levels at the age of twelve I never thought I would see possible.

CAmy: Shows me every time she's in a panel why she's still and forever will be my favorite sonic character.

VEggman: His same goofy ahh self. That old geezer is now hell-bent on just ending Sonic at this point.

CEggman: Still has plans and ambitions and still executes the most perfect plan awfully. Why is there a button to fuck you over, sir!

VMetal Sonic: My poor baby gets no love...

CMetal Sonic: This is what I'm talking about! This character hit hard and makes me cry harder!!

VShadow: Could be edgier...

CShadow: I would say the same thing as the video game iteration, but at the time I am making this post the Eggperial city arc of IDW comic has ended and Shadow played a big part in it. And he slayed. An absolute KING 👑 I'm just happy we got to see him a little bit fixed from what we got from the previous arcs. So, ultimate.

VRouge: Haven't seen her in a while can only go off based on what we recently got and fine I guess.

CRouge: A BOSS ASS BITCH! QUEEN! I LOVE YOU 💜💖💞💕💓 She one ups everyone with every line of sassy dialogue and I don't ever want it to end.

VE-123 Omega: Haven't seen him a while, can only go off base of what we've gotten so far, and I still miss Gamma. (Jk jk Omega's still cool)

COmega: A little menace of a preteen in a tank like robot body focused on nothing but being petty towards Eggman! Read the IDW Omega and you'll see the angsty preteen I promise! I love this Omega!

VSilver: He's such a punk.... Where's all the smack you were talking and power you were showing in 06 bro, where'd that go!

CSilver: He's such a punk.... But he talks that smack and shows that power he's been given since 06! Love him 🤍, this is why he'll always be number 2

VBlaze: All we got recently was her in that annoying racing game (it's fun cuz it's a little buggy I'm just trash at it) and the April fools game and in those I'm happy to see her having fun. In any cannon game she's ever been in she's got a stick up her butt. I'm happy to see her smiling more.

CBlaze: A breath of fresh air is what she needs and what she deserves and I'm happy that the comic is delivering. It's clear that her breath of fresh air is her going on adventure with sonic and co. So let her go on a little more adventures though, I wouldn't mind seeing her go on another girl focused adventure with Amy, rouge, cream, bell, tangle, whisper, and Lanolin. That sounds really fun! She'd probably have a blast.

VCream: I don't think I'm wrong about this but the last time we saw her was in GENERATIONS! . . . Need I say anything else?

CCream: IDW has made me find a new appreciation for the characters I never thought about as much since Sonic X. Cream being one of those characters. She's so headstrong, and believes in what she does and, is such a purely good force that everyone that has recently crossed paths with her either understands, or knows, that she will be a force to be reckoned with in the future. That girl is going places, and gonna change the world. We may never see it but the facts are there.

Gemerl: A gem. And I'm happy I got my Omega vs Gemerl fight in an annual issue. THAT made me love their character. So serious about everything unless their allowed to chill out which is everyday considering they live with the Rabbit family.

Vanilla: I don't think I can say anything about Vanilla other than that she's just a good mom.

💚💛💜TEAM CHAOTIX!!💚💛💜

VVector: Since we got him in the April fools game and the racing game he has more coverage to talk about, however he's still just a loud crocodile making the audience laugh

CVector: Yoooo! This guy don't play about his buddies. The metal virus arc... I was ready to cry. I didn't think he would do that let alone be as serious as he was in that arc considering the Chaotix are meant to jokes. Especially Vector with his greed. The comic shows that he's a good leader, and since he's been doing it for years I want to see another mini adventure involving the Chaotix and Knuckles.

VEspio: I don't think we've seen him since Generations either so,.... Still as quiet and ninja like as ever

CEspio: NINJA POWER!! He was, is, and forever will be one of the coolest characters in the sonic franchise to me. As he is; I believe, to be the only one with a definite fighting style and set of skill along with a vibe of mystery that I wish would be uncovered sooooo bad. If you seen that annual where Silver and him had that deep talk, I almost could hold back tears. Again this comic has made me have a serious appreciation for the characters I never thought about so hard since Sonic X. He's perfect, never change Espio.

VCharmy: Again since Generations, all we've seen is a kid.

CCharmy: I have a lot of thoughts on comic Charmy that it's hard for me to put it down. I'm not gonna make the rest of this post a rant/appraisal on this little kid. So this is all I'm leaving you with.

- PART 1 - You're here!

- PART 2 - Here

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic characters #idw sonic #sonic #amy rose #knuckles #rouge the bat #shadow the hedgehog #silver the hedgehog #blaze the cat #tails the fox #cream the rabbit #vanilla the rabbit #vector the crocodile #espio the chameleon #charmy bee #e 123 omega #dr eggman #Gemerl

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silouvertongues · 2 years

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FULL THOUGHTS ON THE RAVEN CYCLE PLEASE fave book fave character fave relationship??

HIIII it's so funny whenever u ask me questions like this about media I've consumed just bc. i don't think i have enough braincells to have coherent thoughts but im gonna try <33

ok fave book i can't pick one and bc i kinda read them back to back to back things are sorta blending together but i really liked the dream thieves bc the dream stuff is just really cool and ronan is so fun to read and there was quite a bit of him in it but i also loved the raven king bc all their little friendships and relationships sorta solidified and i loved it more than i can put into words. actually i think plot wise the third book was the strongest for me just because the stuff that happened felt more substantial? maybe? i loved how everything was written in the last one and how it kinda happened but i was expecting it to happen like that so i wasn't like . in awe or in shock yk

now the fave character . i love them all so immensely its a little crazy i didn't think I'd be this attached !! blue is literally my baby i need to shrink her and put her on my shoulder so we can be best friends forever i need to have her with me forever.

the funniest thing about gansey is that he's the stupidest genius around like my boy is so silly i love him for it but also idk how else to describe it but i have the like admiration for him that everyone in the book did??? idk if it was bc I read the others' povs but the way they were like we'd do anything for this man. yeah . yeah .

ADAM . ok this is ridiculous but i went in thinking I'd adore him right away and then i started reading it and the first book i did really like him but then the second book i. i didn't feel so good about him at times and i just couldn't understand why because it's adam and i thought I'd love him so much but then i realized it was bc he was a little too real? idk how else to describe it i was reading his pov and suddenly there was a mirror somehow despite me never having been in a situation like his before and then i understood why he was getting on my nerves and then i got over it as the books went on and he became less of a mirror lol and i am simply so fond of this boy now i need to take care of him and give him several hugs and put him on my other shoulder.

i don't even know what to say about this next guy im. immmmmmm . feeling very much jane austen if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more. now this one i also knew i would like bc he's just . angsty angry little guy with a softest spot for the people he loves and im always gonna be a sucker for that BUT MYYYYYYY GOD he's like . he's in my heart he's around it he's inside it he's everywhere i love him :(( i think part of it was also because his story had more depth imo and was more interesting to me personally so I just enjoyed reading his bits more but he's so so lovely idk what else to even say

this is way longer than i thought it was gonna be so im gonna be basic and say my fav relationship was just all 4 (5 ig hi noah) of them i cried so many times over just like little moments of love between them im so insanely attached like they're all seriously in love with each other and i loveeeeee them i have moments just running through my head on loop since last night but also like romantic relationships wise i think i feel equally insane about the two main ones (well maybe a teeny tiny bit more insane about THE OBJECTS OF RONAN'S WORSHIP BEING FOCUSED IN ONE DOWNTOWN BLOCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKK but also gansey feeling homesick and calling blue made me lose it i lost it i went insane)

#does this make Any sense idk i loved the books i dont know how to put it into the right words sorry this is so long ????#kikuism #asks #trc

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marciego · 2 years

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Girl for the fandom asks could you do retj (all versions you've watched)?? Thank you!!

always girl it's dramatic ass bitches who haven't had a single useful thought in their life time <33

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

mercutio...... both italian mercutio and 2010 mercutio, like if i had to choose i think it'd PROBABLY be 2010 mercutio but who does it like italian mercutio?? actually i don't think i can even choose they're two Very different flavors and i love them both so much. like y'all. i wrote 15 pages on him for uni like legit without a single joke i love him That much

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

italian romeo i think about him often......cutest romeo out there i care him

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

i'd say italian juliet or 2001 mercutio, like don't get me wrong 2001 mercutio is clearly the weakest mercutio out there and he doesn't even feel like mercutio i get why he's not that thought about, but i just love him so much too like the 2001 duel is so much fun i love this actor, so yeah while i get why it's like that i still really really like him, and i don't think italian juliet is that underrated but? i love her so much? she's SO GOOD honestly italian romeo and juliet were the actual best they just nailed the first childlike love that goes way too far thing

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

that one dancer that 2010 mercutio Clearly fucked like i love him so much he has the best facial expressions and he's always having the time of his life

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

TYBALT. all tybalts but 2010 tybalt will always be The bitch to me i have SO MUCH fun with himn he's so GOOD like clearly my fav tybalt out there, but i adore how italian retj doesn't even make you try to think tybalt is cool like he's just some loser hanging around and 2001 tybalt is so pathetic on every single level it's so funny. and as always i'm So looking forward to hungarian tybalt

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

2001 tybalt he's so fucking funny, he faces one minor inconvenience in his life and starts singing an angsty solo about how his parents hate him with his tits out. he starts shit and immediately dies. he laughs at romeo for not being man enough all while acting like a 4yo. he's so fucking funny i would so make his life even more miserable

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

italian lord capulet i hate his ass so much god bless <3 nothing like calling your daughter a whore and acting like you do that for her own good <3 and avoir une fille is already Bad in french but the italian lyrics managed to make it even worse fucking hell i hate him

#romeo et juliette #thank you so much for this <33 #love talking about my unhinged little musical #and once again can't Wait for hungarian retj i Know it's gonna be so much fun

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give-me-hohen · 2 years

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so. dearest friend. infodump me about blorbo from your shows please 🕴️

for no particular reason i just want to hear you babble about blorbo from your shows 🙇

heheheheh ok

toh spoilers btw!

so ig ill be talking about hunter toh, as hes probably my second favorite character. raine would be my first favorite, but unlike hunter i don't have a lot to say about raine. i love raine a lot, they're so <333. i love how they're like good enby rep and their relationship with eda is so cute. like I LOVE THEM SM <33 raeda makes me so happy whenever i see it! they're just so perfect for each other and i l_{APIKao i love them <3 like they care so much for eda, and like you can see how they feel so guilty seeing how much the curse effects her daily life. THE LOOK THEYRE GIVING HER IN THE LATEST EPISODE PAIN ME. and like in them the breaks i love how they like instantly become friends, its just so <33. they're perfect. i love both raine and eda sm. i don't know why i love them both sm, maybe its bcuz I've rarely ever see someone trans in a relationship in media? idk just ajaks

ok so i accidentally talked about raine. now time for hunter! hunter ,where do i begin.. fun fact- i didn't originally like him when hunting palismen came out. like i didn't dislike him, but i saw all this cool fanart- and was like- ur making this for HIM? THEN ECLISPE LAKE. AND OHHH MY GODDDDDddd. my mind instantly changed on him and he became one of my favs. like. i am sick. him having a mental breakdown due to failing his task RESONATED WITH ME. it was.. oh my god. that whole episode. hunters a stupid baby man (affectionately) but GOD that episode. i HATE his relationship with belos, belos is clearly abusive, and its sickening. like, its so sick that he acted so kind ' the titans has big plans for you ' and soflty smile. LIKE??? THATS CLEARLY GASLIGHTING. I HATE BELOS. and godd, the whole episode is hunter trying to prove his worth to belos- he doesn't want to get abandoned by him, and he GENUINELY thinks belos is a good person. and uh, that's what makes it so awful. it makes me sick to think about it. but hunters character growth is so??? his friendship with flapjack- and after words gus and willow is so :]. i like how you can see how he isn't a bad person- misguided sure, but he genuinely thinks following belos is the right thing to do. anyways, the sports one. i cant recall the name on the top of the head- BUT OH MY GOD. IT WASNT AS ANGSTY AS THE OTHER EPISODES- BUT IT WAS SWEET. SEEING HUNTER ACTUALLY MAKE FRIENDS- AND DARIUS?? MY OPINION ON HIM CHANGED. DARIUS ACTUALLY BEING A GOOD PARENT FIGURE IN HUNTERS LIFE! and i think its interesting to see how his trauma dictates a lot of his interactions. like when he originally sees the team- hes disappointed. the way he's raised means you cant be weak for a moment- and if you are then you'll get killed (thanks belos, you're a great guardian /s). but he made his first friends!................... then proceed to almost break their friendship. almost. i am actually, really thankful, that they were understanding about hunter y'know,,, trying to force them into the emperors' coven. AND CHARACTER GROWTH. SEEING HIM REALIZE THAT WHAT HE DID WAS WRONG- AND MAKE AMENDS FOR THAT. OLD HUNTER WOULDNT HAVE DONE THAT. and i love how its the pallismen that made him realize it. flapjack has helped him grow as a person, and its just so <33. then.. we have hollow mind. this episode messed me up... me and my bestie watched it together and it is... i was shaking.. it IS. HAEIDKAJUHD HOLLOW MIND. OH MY GOD. SO BASICALLY, HUNTER BEING A GRIMWALKER WAS CONFIRMED. AND I FELT SICK. THAT WAS SICK DANA TERRACE. and like.. hunter getting his whole world shattered. finding out his uncle is an awful person, and that HE KILLED HIS ENTIRE FAMILY. and like i love hollow mind. how they choose to show belos backstory with the pictures makes it so.. ALSO HOW HE TRIED TO KILL HUNTER. LIKE... I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO DIE! THAT WOULDVE BEEN SO.. DASHIODHAIODH AND THEN AT THE END/? HUNTER HAVING A PANIC ATTACK.O H MY GODDDD. anyways eda handled that amazingly well, giving them space after getting out of belos mind. and im like.. imagine u spend ur whole life following ur uncle for what you belive is a good cause- just to figure out hes actually a witchhunter and killed ur entire family- oh yeah! and you arent a witch, you're this thing called a grimwalker! yeahh i was not okay. LABYRINTH RUNNERS! LOVE IT! it really brings his growth in almost full circle, i loved seeing him and gus friendship ! it was sweet, though he needs a bath :/. but i think a scene that stood out to me was definitely how hunter originally rushed into save gus, AND THE SCENE AT THE ENd where gus is doing trauma vortex, how hunter faces all that just to help gus. i find that sweet, and how he uses the same technique gus taught him during his panic attack to try and calm gus down (and fails horribly, ) also i find it <3 how flapjack was looking for food for hunter...oh yeah and how hunter was researching grimwalkers. ok, one more episode! the most recent- clouds on the horizon.

i uh... reached tumblrs limit. so have to cut this short!

#toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers

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writtenonreceipts · 2 years

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friend friend friend FRIEND!

HI how are you? That angsty Elucien fanfic is so cool! Elain reminds me a bit of Feyre at the beginnig of acomaf and Lucien... The shiny fox baby needs some love right now too💛 I think they could heal and be themself if they were together.

And fun fact: I couldn't choose between Azriel and Lucien because I hold them both dear, but HONESTLY at first I thought Lucien would end up with Feyre lool

-starry anon🌌

✨️🌠🌟

Hey friend! Aside from the insomnia, I'm doing good 😅 one day I will get a decent night's rest.

Thank you so much for reading and your kind words! I had a lot of run with the fic and really enjoyed getting into Lucien and Elains heads. The fic reflects on what I like to see in character development and interaction and I really liked exploring that. I really wish we could see more of her. But yes, I think Lucien and Elain have had similar traumas and I really do think they can heal together in them.

I think that's interesting, Feyre and Elain being so similar. And I can see that. The prompt on the SJMkinkmeme list requested that the mate bond had been chafing for a while and both Elain and Lucien were struggling with how to respond and interact with it. And I wanted to reflect that, so yes both Elain and Feyre were at their lowest points and didn't know how to proceed with it.

I love Lucien. ACOTAR Lucien was my favorite. Sassy and attractive. I really liked the chemistry between him and Feyre I am totally with you there. and honestly, I think a part of me still ships them 😅 Azriel is not my favorite haha, I have some opinions on him but, meh. Whatever. I do like reading fic with him and there are some writers who do a good job of portraying what I'd like to see him as. Canon wise, bat boy needs help 😅😅😬😬

❤️🌠💐 have a great rest of the week!

#starry friend #starry anon #asks

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maw-and-pawp · 10 days

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Beneath Veiled Faces pt.2

Length: 5,697 words. A bit of a longer one. Alma and Cedar took me by the throat. Unfortunately, still only dipping our toes into vore and instead worldbuilding. We'll get there but not today 😔

Content: misunderstandings, seemingly unrequited feelings, denial of feelings, angsty cuddles, BD//SM undertones, body horror, past bullying, past unwilling vore, past attempted murder, trauma, anxiety, insomnia, hurt/comfort, horror elements, background murder, domestic fluff. The usual fuck ton of world building.

Alma is a simple woman with simple needs. Alright, perhaps not a simple woman, but her desires are easy to understand to anyone who gives a shit to learn them.

She needs good food she's grown herself. She needs her babies to thrive in the unlikely place of a dreary city apartment. She needs water, although she'd prefer all the wine in your house. She needs her music like she needs the blood in her body. Making and listening and analyzing. She needs the occasional nailing by a nice jackalope fella. Or a lady. Or someone who knows better. She's not picky, as long as they can pick apart her brain from her body, put her back together again, and not expect anything like romance to bloom like a weed between them.

She's intoxicated on the feeling of being used for all she's worth, thrown away afterwards, and still loving everything about her life and her mind and her body. She loves winning again and again - revenge is as beautiful as the needles she hand crafts with love. Oh, and she needs to get eaten by idiots at least once a week. Self care.

She still remembers when she was terrified of that. She went to a school that was closer to the country than it was the city, but still somehow between the two worlds. She'd call it The Sticks if she cared enough to name it other than a Boring Hell. And all through her career as a mandatory attendant to a place of learning, Hell On Earth. All she learned from that place was to read, write, do simple math, and not to trust a single person outside of her host family.

She grew up short and awkward-standing and with unusual ears. She was treated as slow by her teachers when she couldn't focus in class enough to know what was going on. The electric lights were always humming and numbing her skull - and way too bright!! Every crinkle of paper or hushed conversation would snag her attention away like a leaf in the breeze. And her thoughts wouldn't shut up for even a moment; noticing new things about a show she watched or thinking about how to rearrange her room or if the weather was still going to be cool. Thoughts playing at the same time, with music going on somewhere, from the moment she woke up. She rocked and hummed and mumbled and made weird noises without realizing it was wrong.

Her classmates were scared of her and largely left her alone - little her couldn't understand why she was left out no matter what she tried to become to blend in. Until her mom took her out of school one day. Her host parents were concerned about her grades and lack of friends. They noticed the stimming and took it in stride, but didn't think it was a problem until she started struggling. So, she had to go to the doctor and take a special test. Which…was when they discovered that she's severely allergic to iron. On their way in to the pediatric psychiatrist, her mom was so worried about the appointment that she opened every door for little Alma without playing the little game. But on their way out, her mom had made a dramatic show of being unable to get a good grip on the handle, and that she needed a big girl's help. She thought it was so fun.

Until it suddenly wasn't.

She was rushed to the hospital and had to stay longer than overnight. The doctors helped her get through the allergic reaction, all right, but her soft little cotton tail fell off. And no one could figure out why. There was no blood, no pain. Alma woke up one day and it just…was on the floor instead. She remembers screaming and crying for her dad to come help her.

Until something black started sprouting in its place. It grew quickly a day after her cotton tail had fallen off. Within hours the spaded end came down to her ankles. It finally, finally stopped. There was no blood, no pain, not even mild discomfort. She didn't even feel it growing at all. It just moved and wriggled like it was always supposed to be there. She didn't know what scared her more; the way it came like an alien parasite, or the way she felt suddenly right. Like she'd finally gotten relief from a constantly itchy tag.

It was just one big mess after one big mess. She didn't know what was happening to her, or why. She just wanted it to stop.

They had to release her eventually, though. She had to go back to school after doing makeup work all summer. The psychiatrist had talked to her teachers over the break and her parents had found time to be interviewed. She was diagnosed with ADHD, given meds that either made her sick or didn't work. The doctors had asked her to come in for follow-ups, worried that something else unexpected and unexplainable would come up. Drew blood, tested it, found nothing. Test after test after test, experts called in. Nothing anyone's ever seen before. Helpless, they at least gave her an epipen that did manage to work.

She went through the rest of school as a medical mystery and a freak of nature. That's what the kids called her, anyways. She never did make any friends. The middle schools and high schools had too many kids to separate the jackalopes and felinids. Everyone she knew started to be faced with the reality of their world. There were people out there who wanted to eat you alive by their very nature. Taught not to, taught it was wrong and evil and heavily punished, but everyone started to feel the weight of hungry eyes. At least once every year, a pair of students wouldn’t show up to class and never return. A jackalope and a felinid. The whole school would assemble in memorial for the jackalope kid. They'd find out on the news later that week that the felinid was put to death on national television after being tried as an adult.

That's when the jackalopes turned on her. She gets it now as an adult - bullies do what they do to feel a sense of control over their lives when they have anything but. It doesn't make it ok, and she will never forgive them for making her feel scared and afraid and ashamed of her body and mind. She would probably punch them in the face if she saw them in the street tomorrow, or pour hot coffee into their shirts, but she understands. She was scared, too. To realize that your life could be snuffed out on a whim. And have it mean nothing.

And then it happened to her the first year of college.

She happened to be given a room next to a pair of pred women's shared dorm. One of them lost it one day after an argument, and stormed out. Alma left her room to see if anyone got hurt, waking up from a nap and hearing screaming and yelling and crashing. The other people on her level were all at class that day, except for her. She was ready to kick someone's ass for trying to hurt her neighbor, when the neighbor in question gulped her down without a second thought. Alma kicked and struggled and fought, but she couldn't win against the tight muscles and creeping-numb acid and her own growing panic. She remembers screaming out for help as her neighbor goes about cleaning up the room. And then nothing.

She woke up sobbing and naked on the floor of her room at home, miles away. Her plant darlings glowing on eerie green in the dark room. She'd never felt so alone. So violated.

The rest is history, she guesses. She went through her self-discovery arc. Nearly killed her birth parents herself. Got trained and taught to kill by the real Alma, who goes by Selena. And now she's in her independent, Spiteful Bitch era. She's finally in a place in her life where she feels like herself. She got her degree in music, and now she’s a lesser-known indie artist and GTuber who streams the Tale of Melda on Itch. And poisons idiots who think they can get away with murdering her.

So no, she doesn't know how to approach Robin, other than they're an idiot. But they could be her idiot if she lets them. Objectively, she finds them attractive. But they're also kind, witty, and protective. She woke up today finding a new contact on her phone. There was a single message, i’ve got your back if you need help, just say the word.

Curious.

She can't decide what she wants from them, if she wants anything at all. She likes the no strings attached lifestyle she's been leading. Robin doesn't seem the type to do things casually. They had a whole speech about the ethics of swallowing people - and yeah, they made some really good points, and it was an instant green flag to hear them speak so passionately about consent and then watch them follow it up with their actions. But Robin isn't a fight to win. She doesn't know how she’d act with them. What if she dates them, befriends them, and it gets really good, and then she messes everything up? They've been through some Grade A Bullshit and she knows only the surface level. She doesn't know if she’d be emotionally safe to be around after the childhood she had and the liquid spite her blood has turned into in her adult life.

She's overthinking this. Fuck it.

Alma opens her phone, and texts them, we’re not too drunk now, are we? For good measure, she sends a selfie of herself in her pj's. Testing the waters.

They send back, it would be better to talk in person if you're seriously considering making good on your offer.

She grins.

Cedar sighs into his third iced coffee of the morning. It was another sleepless night for him. The melatonin gummies couldn't combat the worry when his roommate didn't come home when they said they would. His mind filled with every possible scenario, catastrophizing the night like worrying has ever let anyone control a situation. Run over. A heart attack. Got blackout drunk and drowned in a puddle. Someone spiked their drink and shared them around to all the sicko's friends. Earthquake that magically only hit that small part of the city. Zombie apocalypse. Worst of all, another predator decided that Robin looked too tasty to pass up and they didn't see it coming.

Or, perhaps, the people they're running from finally found them, taking them back to their home planet. Or dimension. Wherever they come from.

He's always had a wild imagination - even before the Event gave him a clinical anxiety disorder - but he's not stupid. Something isn't quite right with Robin. Anyone with working eyes can see that.

It's none of his business.

His fingers cramp. He sets down his tablet pen. The web comic he's been working on has been kicking his ass - he's got all the plot figured out, but this gods forsaken art block makes him unable to draw a single line without wanting to rip his own precious floppy ears off. Halfway through the night, the smutty fantasy book his sister recommended got boring, so he had nothing better to do than try to power through it. He's gotten…a page done. It's something.

It doesn't feel like enough. Nothing feels like enough anymore. He's been so stressed - his own fault for not being able to control his own mind - that he's so exhausted even after waking up on a good day. He struggles with just taking care of himself on his own. He's lucky to have someone in the city that cares enough to help him, he guesses. But it always feels like he's asking for too much. That he should just grow up and stop being a baby. Get over himself; every prey has at least one near death experience in their lives, he's not special.

His therapist has been working with him on those thoughts recently. They didn't come out of nowhere, she said. Cedar takes another sip of his coffee. The drink is smooth and sweet going down, and he enjoys the cold sensation. He doesn't want to go there right now.

He's frying some pre-steamed asparagus for breakfast when Robin wanders into the kitchen. They're wearing the same clothes from last night, the thin fur they call hair on the top of their head all mussed, their cheeks puffy from sleep. The shirt must’ve ridden up in the night, and Cedar quickly averts his eyes as they stretch. His face feels hot. It was bad enough that they slept in his bed last night, and he stared a little too long then, too, before leaving to read on the couch.

Robin sways sleepily behind him, wrapping their arms around his middle gently. They smooth their forehead between Cedar's shoulders, mumble a small “mornin”.

And then they press a small kiss to the scar on the back of his neck.

The spatula nearly tumbles out of his hands. He breathes through his nose to calm his racing heart. It's a recent development, but he knows it doesn't mean anything anymore than the scheduled cuddling sessions do. And well, the only time Robin seems to want to be touched and to touch without a Set Time or lengthy forewarning is when they're between sleep and wakefulness.

It's still not good for his heart.

They poke at his tummy with one finger, a soft boop audible leaving their lips. They peer over his shoulder to get a look at what he's doing. “Mmm. Asparagus. I'll get the cheese out.”

He laughs to himself. “What is it with you and cheese, anyways?” He eyes them from over his shoulder. Their face flushes a strange, pretty teal. He wonders once again what planet they're from, if their blood isn't iron-based.

They pat his tummy once before turning on their heel to get out said cheese. Robin’s voice is satisfied when they say, “Protein, meet carnivore. Cheese goes with everything.” They haul themself up to sit cross-legged on the counter. He tries not to get hung up on the word carnivore. It's just acknowledging the truth. “Thanks for breakfast. I probably won't be able to eat much of it today, but it smells good.” They cheekily reach into the bag of shredded cheese and grab a smaller portion than usual.

He hums. “Too much last night?” They finish chewing and say, “I just had one, she had at least 4. But she'd been barhopping too, so who knows. I didn't get wasted while hunting. But I don't take one well either…ugh, why does alcohol have to be a thing?”

He turns off the burner and slides the flat pan to a cool side of the stove. Did Robin meet with a girl last night? Do they have a girlfriend? Why does that do bad things to his chest? Oh my gods is he pining for his roommate? No, wait, think idiot think. They're either talking about the target, or they're not hungry because they ate someone last night and they're trying to play it off. Obviously it's the first, because if he entertains the second he's going to spiral into another bout of paranoia his alien roommate is secretly out to get him, when they've both worked so hard to build trust. He's not pining and no poor girl is dead. Just one less murderer.

Robin gently takes the spatula from him and serves them both up a plate, sprinkled with cheese and salt and the teensiest bit of garlic powder, turning to get bread out of the bag for Cedar's portion. They hand the plate over, nudging the butter closer in case he wants some, and picks up their own fork to start eating. He can't help but feel warm from the way Robin treats him like a princess, sometimes. It never feels condescending from them. He's so lucky to have them as a friend.

They both settle on the couch to eat. He sat down first and started scrolling through the news feed on his phone. It's always good to see what's happening in the world, and this specific news provider supplies news on recent deaths, mysterious crimes, and missing people updates in the area. So he'll never be surprised again.

Robin takes an ibuprofen out of the corner of his eye. A blue-ish tongue peeks out as they touch their gloved finger to their mouth, there and gone. It's suddenly muggy in here. He should turn on the fan.

They're too focused on their phone to notice the attention on them, brow scrunched as they tap away at the screen, before their face suddenly goes blank. They tilt their head, pupils dilating, predatory, at whatever it is they're seeing. He swallows nervously. It reminds him too much of the Event. That's what Cedar had seen before he was met with a drooling maw opened wide above his face, sharp teeth in long rows, hands crushing his sharp antlers at the base brutally, a dark pit of abyss he was heading down face-first too quickly -

“Y'know, it's Sunday” He puts his plate on the coffee table. “I know we usually do this before lunch today, but uh. Would it, maybe, possibly, be alright if we could cuddle early today?” He hates how high his voice sounds. It even cracked.

They snap their gaze over to him, tilting their head the other way. Robin stiffens as what he said seems to pierce the fog of predatory instinct. Their pupils thin into slits in a fear of their own.

They've explained time and time again that it's an old fear that has nothing to do with him. It doesn't stop the guilt from bubbling up to the surface every time. He hates being feared, he hates making others afraid, he hates not being able to help in any way other than to let it pass.

“...maybe, yeah. Maybe,” they whisper, “But tell me, is this actually helping you, when we do this?”

He pauses to think. It's still terrifying each time. But it's getting slowly…easier to sit with the fear, especially because they've done this enough times for him to know for a fact that once he says he's had enough, he gets to have enough. It's safe. The closest Robin's ever come to looking at him like food was just now, as their mind was stuck somewhere else in the internet. Looking through him, not at him.

He hasn't brought up this arrangement yet with his therapist, irrationally terrified that she wouldn't understand, that she'd tell him to be cautious around Robin simply because she heard ‘predator’ and their name in the same sentence. So he doesn't know if this is wise, or if just sitting in the fear for longer will actually help to make it go away, but dammit sue him. He's trying.

He just wants to go back to his life before this happened to him.

“Yeah. Maybe not in the way I hoped for, but it's helping. And. Um. It's nice being so close to you.” A thought strikes him then. “Are you? Getting what you need from it, I mean?”

They reply without hesitation, stunning him. “Yes. You give me what I need. You keep giving it to me. I want you to touch me, I want to be trusted and relied on and be able to be normal about it with someone. You make me feel normal when all I want to do is crawl out of my skin and burn everything it's ever touched. I'm a person and you're a person and no one can take that away from us anymore.” They flush a bright teal as soon as their mouth shuts, suddenly bashful in the wake of such a personal honesty. They flutter a hand over their mouth, turning their eyes away. It takes a special kind of bravery, he thinks, to continue even through a mortification like this must be. “This is my body. It's mine. It will bend to my will. He has no claim over it. I will not be afraid anymore.”

He is struck with an overwhelming urge to punt the ‘him’ in question into the kuiper belt for doing whatever he did to Robin. Cedar wants to protect this sweetheart from that darkness like Robin has been protecting him all this time. It's not the first time he's felt this way. It's just now he knows it's a him. Instead, he says, “Amen.”

Robin snorts through their nose, once. “Are you coming over here or not?”

He shifts behind him to grab the couch cushion, but Robin takes it from his hands. Little butterflies come alive in his stomach when Robin places it in the customary spot at their feet. He tells himself it's just the nerves.

He settles on his knees where he's told. It's not hard to be obedient when he knows why it is he must be. He leans in, looking up into Robin's face for the go ahead. Their jade blue eyes are slitted thin again. They're stiff and still as a stone. But they nod their head.

Cedar presses their nose gently into the soft meat of their belly. It's pleasantly warm. The flesh is tense under his nose as he brushes it carefully to the side, rolling his head to press his left ear to their stomach. Soft, insistent groans greet his senses, a rabbiting heartbeat and a held breath.

He hates the sound of breakfast gurgling away. The horrible, guttural groans and whines and borbles. He has to breathe out his nose slowly to fight off the dizzying rush of terror. Familiar now. He wishes it wasn't, but it is. He can't help but remember what it was like to be the one trapped inside. Melting in a hot slick goop like he wasn't a whole person with a whole life. A family who'd wonder to the ends of their lives where he went. A dream; to make it big as a successful - anonymous - comic book author, tell a meaningful story, and live the rest of his life in obscurity from the public eye with his hard-earned money.

He trembles against their front like a pathetic puppy. It's humiliating to be so scared when nothing is going to happen.

Gentle fingers find his, clutching tightly to their pant legs. They run cool leather over the meat of his palms until they relax on their own. They guide his hands upwards, and he lets them puppet him however they want. Robin leads the touch under their shirt and he nearly jerks away.

“Are you sure?” He asks, his face heating. He feels honored by their trust. Their honesty. Robin squeezes his wrists. “Yeah. Yeah I want to push myself today. If this is ok?”

He doesn't have to think about it. “Of course. I'll be gentle with you.”

“...I know.”

Their breath hitches, and it's like the first time he'd touched them through their clothes all over again. They're shaking, forced to take a breath everytime he gently rubs circles into their flesh.

They stop him after a few moments with a rehearsed tap. He immediately takes his hands away and shifts to nose their belly again, as a negotiated ‘neutral setting’. They let out a shaky sigh and say, “Yeah, we can work on that. We can work on that.”

Casual, gentle fingers comb through the fur between his eyes. He leans into the touch on instinct. “Lean your forehead on me, it's ok.” Of course he obeys, how could he not? They are giving him all their attention right now. Being so sweet. He'd like to do whatever they say forever if he could.

They release a shaky exhale as he goes limp in their hold. The exhaustion sinks its claws back in to his mind. “You didn't get much sleep last night?” Their voice comes from above.

“No. I…got too high strung to shut my eyes. I was worried you weren't coming home.”

“I'm sorry. Something came up. I'll text you next time that I'm going to be late.”

He shifts his legs to get more comfortable. “I read this morning a predator died outside a bar last night. A needle pierced her intestines, filled with a paralytic. They found half digested bones in her system. Was that you?”

“Oh, no. Needles aren't my thing. That was Alma. I met her last night. Her aim was awful but she's strong enough to throw them through metal and brick nearly blackout drunk. It was amazing.” Robin sighs wistfully. “I'm surprised it didn't go clean through.”

Cedar feels his stomach drop into the floor. They did meet a girl last night? What?

They don't seem to notice his thoughts, though, because Robin isn't done. “I don't know what to do about her. It's good to have someone else on the prowl where I can't be. But, I don't know, is this what flirting looks like? I don’t know what I'm doing at all. No one's been interested in me before. Can you take a look at this?”

They pull out their phone for him to look. There's only 4 messages under a contact named ‘Alma Florimell’. His eyes linger on the small rabbit-like person in a ripped up tank top and skimpy little shorts. Her eyes are spring green and a little too big. A little too wild. Her ears are upright instead of floppy like a jackalope's, with absolutely no hint of antlers ever having grown on her head. Her fur is white and scraggly looking, curly, and although it's short, he can tell that it's stupid thick (he doesn't want to imagine what its like to live with that - he'd probably break his brush). A long black and fuzzy tail curls behind her. Alien.

She's hauntingly beautiful. It doesn't help that she's in such a position with her on her knees on the bed, camera angled to show off her curves, a hand lifting up her shirt to reveal some belly.

“That's a thirst trap if I ever saw one,” he replies. Robin tilts their head in curiosity. “A thirst trap? Why would a picture make water dangerous?”

“No, dude. No. It's when someone takes a picture of themself in a way that is supposed to make the receiver flustered.”

“So it traps the receiver in carnal desire?”

“More or less.”

“So she's trying to entice me with lust to let my guard down.”

“Probably not. Thirst traps are like, a high form of flirting. In your face kinda flirting. Did she proposition you last night?”

“Yeah?”

“She's flirting with you. Case closed.”

“Then, should I send one back?”

“If you do, please for the love of the gods, don't tell me. I don't want to know about what you do with your hookups.”

“I don't do hookups. There's a procedure to this, where we come from. I'm going to court her first.”

“I don't know what it's like back home for you, but she might not want to do a big courting ritual or whatever it is you do.”

“Then I'll just ask her.”

“You'll just ask her?”

“Why wouldn't I?”

“I don't know, isn't that a little direct? Not even a flinch towards doing the equivalent of asking her out?”

“If we can't say what we mean or what we truly want when prompted, it's not going to work. I'm direct with people, they be direct with me. That's basic respect to me. If she says no, she just says no. End of. I don't want love that isn't freely given. Even if it might hurt me in the moment.”

“So what about secrets? If directness is so important, how would you feel if someone was keeping something from you?”

“I don't know. It depends. Everyone has secrets, I think that's just how privacy works. I guess I would be upset if they kept something from me that would affect me directly. Like, if they broke a possession of mine and didn't tell me.”

“Are you keeping something from me?”

“Yes. Many things.”

“And you’d tell me if they were going to affect me.”

“I solemnly swear as long as you do the same.”

“I swear.”

The door to Alma’s apartment looms over them. Cedar’s chest aches for an indescribable reason. He should be happy for his best friend. He should be glad that Robin trusts him to be their wingman in an alien courting ritual. But he's…not.

And he has no right. So he pushes it down.

The door opens a moment after Robin knocks. Cedar has to look down to look her in her alien eyes. She can't be much taller than 3’6”. And yet she's an adult. So tiny.

He extends his hand and smiles. “Cedar Bryn. Robin’s roommate. It's nice to meet you.”

She takes it. Her voice is surprisingly deep, and a little familiar. “You can call me Alma. Nice to meet you too! Although you probably shouldn't tell just anyone your real name in the same breath as admitting you're their roommate. It could be dangerous.” She turns on her heel to lead them inside. As if she didn't say something ominous.

Cedar turns to ask them what she means by that, when he notices the look on their face, and time stops.

There's a predatory glint in their eyes. Pupils blown wide and tracking the swish of that strange tail through the space between them. They lick their lips.

Robin wants to eat her. Robin is going to eat her. Because Alma is just the right size.

Oh gods. Robin is going to eat someone. He's got to warn her.

“Just leave your shoes by the door, you two,” she calls from out of view. Cedar takes off his flats with leaden limbs, as if moving through a thick fog. He can't believe this is happening. Beside him, Robin removes their boots and lets it plop into the carpet. They lead the way down the short corridor and Cedar almost slams the door to be quick enough to catch up.

Almost every surface is covered in greenery. Some are plants he recognizes, others are unlike anything on earth. Dewy tendrils hang out of a flower that undulates in response to sound. Glowing brighter the louder it is. There's fruit on another's vine, so sweet smelling he feels his own mouth water. In a corner shrouded in darkness stands something that can only be described as a dark mass of long needles. It's…breathing. Why is it breathing. Cedar decides he hates this place very much, and hopes he never sees the world these…plants…come from.

He doesn't notice it's eye opening when he looks away. Probably for the best. Gerald finds fear funny.

Alma comes back into view, carrying a comically large pot towards them. She heads for the coffee table and places it down. It's then that Cedar finally sees the place mats and bowls set up around the circular surface. There are pillows in lieu of chairs.

“This should taste like something between apples and bananas, and I added cinnamon and sugar to take care of the slightly bitter taste unique to it. It's in mush form so it's easier to swallow. And I've got some regular blueberries and juice from here, but I made them myself,” she announces. “Will that be enough tonight?”

Robin answers before he can. “Yes. Although, did you remember to add salt?”

“Salt? OH. Salt! No, but I can get some.” Robin shakes their head. “I can go find it, you already cooked for a few hours waiting for the shinplon to get soft enough.”

As they retreat into the kitchen, Cedar hurriedly whispers to her, “You need to run. I saw the way they looked at you. Robin wants to eat you!”

She blinks. Once. Twice. Then she smiles. “That's very sweet, but I already know that. You don't know the first thing that's going on, do you? Let me spell it out. Yes I want to be eaten. No, I'm not going to die.”

“What. Are you talking about.” She sounds completely crazy. Who wants to be eaten alive?! And believes they're going to be fine??

She shrugs casually. “My ancestors evolved a sort of backup plan against predation. Trust me, they're going to eat me, but you'll see me as fine as can be the next day. This is actually half of what this meeting is about. We're supposed to be getting a feel for eachother as predator and prey. The traditional way, or whatever. I've only ever been eaten by arrogant mortals.” She sits down. “I don't know, this might be a nice change of pace.”

“How is that…even possible?!” He whisper-shouts. She shrugs once again. “No one's sat me down to explain it to me either, sorry. Where we come from it's just a fact of life. Something not possible here for some reason. Anyway. Don't take a bite until they come back with the salt. Lots of fruit from our world messes with mortals’ minds in strange ways. Shinplon is so addicting to you, you'd stuff yourself to death. Salt and iron are antimagic so just add a little and you'll be fine. Sorry, I forgot about that. Maybe you should bring your own food in the future…”

Cedar sits there in bamboozled silence. What. In. The. Fuck. Did he sign up for?

He must be making a face, because Alma starts snorting into her hand. “Wait to ask any questions. Oh, stars, Robin has a lot to answer for.”

“How do you find anything?” Robin says as they finally return. Alma doesn't get a chance to answer because Cedar blurts out the first thing on his mind. “Alien plants, poisonous food, mortals, magic - what kind of courting ritual is this?!”

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