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bakubunny · 8 months

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bnha: saying, “thank you, daddy,” during sex

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a/n: thank you so much for 200+ followers! i ended the poll just a tad early because i’ve got a busy day. i hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it, and i’ll see you with the next piece! 💜 bunny

tags: aged up characters, multiple orgasms, begging, verbal teasing, pleasure dom!eijirou, pregnancy mention (izuku), breeding kink mention, rough sex, daddy kink (obvs), mommy kink mention, name calling: slut, pet names, implied sexual trauma mention (shouto)

small note that none of these were written to have massive age gaps, but read them however you like. :)

yagi. do i really need to explain this one? (again?) fine, fine. he’d never really thought about it until you called him “daddy” once out of the blue in a non-sexual way; now he can’t stop fisting his cock to thoughts of hearing your sweet voice moaning “daddy” over and over while you grasp tightly to him until neither of you can think. sure, he’s very vanilla, but that doesn’t mean your sex life is lacking or that he’s not willing to try new things. the first time you whimper a soft, “thank you, daddy,” while looking him in the eyes in the middle of it, he’s surprised and blushes hard, but he loves it. he kisses you tenderly and fucks you hard but sweetly. yagi aches to take care of you in the sweetest ways in every aspect of life. he’s lived a hard life and carried the world on his shoulders for decades. let the man live and love him deeply, feed that desire. he deserves rest, and your tender, shaky, soft voice can give him that.

shota. hooo boy. buckle up, you’re in for a man you’ve never seen before. he grabs you hard by the hair or the face and makes you look at him. he has a look in his eyes that strikes fear into you and makes you melt at the same time. “that’s fucking right, babygirl, you thank daddy when he fucks you. say it again." his hands grip tighter and are rougher and stronger than you expected. i hope you’re ready for multiple rounds, being sore the next day, and possibly a red ass and a few bruises. may or may not have a breeding kink that suddenly rears its head if you try this (i’m undecided).

hizashi. it’s like he was expecting it, and not in a, “yeah, you better thank me,” kind of way. a switch flips, and you realize that he’s been waiting for you to get on his level the whole time because he’s been trying to draw this out of you for months without saying it. he might seem aloof sometimes, but you know he’s got great social and emotional intelligence. it’s almost like he knew “daddy” was on the tip of your tongue from the first time he laid eyes on you, but he’s surprisingly patient and will wait until you call him that first before making it a regular thing. you finally let, “thank you, daddy,” slip out during sex? he’s caressing your face saying, “there she is, that’s my sweet girl. say it again, love…. such a good little listener.” next thing you know he’s adding little notes like, “Daddy loves you ;)” to the lunch you left in the fridge for the next day, and you’re blushing at work, trying to hide it from your coworkers unless you eat alone.

eijiro. if you say that in general, he gets a lot rougher, but his praises and encouragement get sweeter (for the most part). i’d say eijiro either gets more desperate, much like i wrote here, or it pulls that dominant streak out of him with a vengeance, so watch out. he’s not necessarily a daddy, but say you try this on pleasure dom!eijiro? you’re in for a fucking trip if you utter the words, “thank you, daddy.” with the help of toys he’s gonna have you cumming more times than you thought possible - well into double digits - and make you thank him every single time. “c’mon, pretty girl, just one more for me, hmm?… that’s my good girl. you can do it…. i know, it feels so good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” meanwhile, the most you can give him by the end of it is a string of moans with a nod or a head shake if you’re lucky.

izuku somehow becomes needier and more dominant while also turning into a damn puddle. he’s might just wind up thanking you while fucking you harder because he didn’t realize how much he’d love hearing that come out of your mouth. “oh fuck, angel, you’re so sweet to me. daddy loves you so much.” he will probably fuck you stupid every day for at least a week just to hear you say it again. assuming you’re well into your relationship and have discussed kids, be prepared for him to softly mumble in your ear. “daddy’s gonna make you a mommy someday. you wanna be a mommy for me, princess? you’ll look so fucking gorgeous, baby. i can’t wait,” because izuku is a family man to the core. there’s no way he’s not thinking about you barefoot, pregnant, and bent over the kitchen counter if you call him daddy in any context.

hitoshi is going to tease the shit out of you for it in bed and out. “what’s that, slut? i didn’t quite hear you…. ‘thank you, daddy?’” he chuckles and wraps a hand around your neck, his violet eyes glimmering. his voice is soft and a little condescending as he leans in. “thank you is fucking right, kitten. say it again…. louder, slut. daddy wants to hear you,” hitoshi taunts with a grin. “it’s a good thing you’re cute when you thank me.”

shoto. oh, honey. please do both of you a favor, and gently ask him first. he’s got so much trauma around his actual shithead of a father that pulling smth like this without forewarning has a chance of not only killing the mood, but sending shoto into a tailspin for weeks wondering if he’s anything like enji in bed. and i don’t need to explain why that would terrify him, do i? if he wants to try it, it would likely happen while you’re riding him or maybe giving him a top tier blowjob; let him experience how enthusiastically you want him when you let those words fall out, and he might get hooked. be prepared, though. if it goes well, he may grab your hips/head and fuck you relentlessly. if it doesn’t, there may be a lot of quiet snuggling and consoling him for several days that, unequivocally, yes, he makes you feel so loved, and you truly enjoy every intimate moment you have with him. it wouldn’t hurt to remind him of that even if he ends up loving it. however, talk to him in just the right way and treat him so very well like the sweetheart he is tho? “thank you, mommy,” (or some other title) may slip out of his mouth, let’s be honest.

tenya is very confused. i’m so sorry lmao. there’s going to be an awkward conversation mid-sex. once you explain the appeal to him, he’ll probably be on board to try it again and initiate the next time you fuck. “thank me when i fuck you, baby. let me hear it.” warning: there’s a slight chance he’ll develop a breeding kink if you keep this up.

denki is kind of blindsided but he’s not mad about it. he never thought he’d hear that from you because he’s so much leaner and goofier and softer than his friends. he’s more than okay with that, but in his mind that doesn’t equate to “daddy.” hearing those words on your lips, the look on your pretty face, and the way your tits move while he’s fucking you does him in, to be honest. he’s moaning and loses himself a little bit. he asks you to say it again maybe once or twice, making sure you orgasm before he blows because he’s going to cum the next time you say it.

fumikage. is it possible for him to somehow become even more tender and loving while absolutely destroying your cunt with a hand wrapped firmly around your throat? you’re not sure, but you’re about to find out. dark shadow wraps the two of you up inside themself, intensifying the intimacy of the moment. “again, darling…. you are so precious to me. nothing compares to your sweet voice.” daddy kink may or may not be his thing; he’s still figuring that out. what he does know is that he loved the intimacy and vulnerability of that moment with you, and he needs more of it. if he hasn’t realized it yet, he may come to the conclusion that a D/s dynamic is the way to find what he’s looking for.

katsuki is a bit of a wild card. every time, he’s either going to melt on the spot or fuck you into another realm of existence. or both. you are far from the first to have said this spontaneously (he looks like a model, he’s strong as hell, and he’s one of the top pro heroes, what do you expect?), but katsuki is pretty damn sure you’ll be the last. first time: maybe one day he’s fucking you hard. you can’t explain it, but something about whatever he’s doing or the way he looks at you makes you want to beg to cum. so you get achingly close, and you do. “please, can i cum, kats? please? i need your cock so fucking bad, please.” he’s thrown off for a split second until he sees your needy, fucked out face. you ask again, and then he’s right there with you. “yes, cum for me, baby.” a rush crashes over your body and the words slip out before you can stop them, just before you cum. “thank you, daddy.” and you cum hard. it’s not long until he’s groaning into your skin about you being “such a good fucking girl” as he fills you.

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a-certain-romance · 1 year

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sharing more housewife reader and making people happy fr

this time we got ladies w dicks to make it more intesting

dehya loves her house wife after awhile of being a merc and not being able to see her housewife and catching her ass in the kitchen she just has to bend you over and pull you head a bit while her dick is deep in you doggy style

then we have candace who would be falling inlove with the scent you bring to her house and cooking and cleaning whenever the villiage needed to be proctected just makes her want to 69 with you just so you cna enjoy her dick while also being pleasured at the same time<3

beidou and house wife reader mean that their gonna be dealing with their drunk wife(beidou) 24/7 beidou apperciaite whenever you take care of her while shes drunk and she loves her hard working wife so hard she hates the fact shes been ignoringnyou for drinks so in the small wave riders she fucks you deep and content letting you cock warm her and move your hips against her to just sob and beg her to just doggy style you instead of driving the boat but you arent lifting a finger till your at the island shes gonna fuck you at

jean and lisa w house wife reader is magical like lisa is very teasing and makes you moan every single time she slowly gropes you however for jean you can lay on her lap for hours being cormftable on her thigh without her knowing sometimes (but she does notice and kinda finds it cute) whenever yohr truly all in the mood lisa is on anal while jean just rubs infront of you so you can slowly suck on her sadly jean is a bit rough she doesnt it mean it tho!!:(( lisa always cormforts her by giving you or a her soft kiss and kissing your tears away whenever jean pounds you they can be so rough sometimes

ngl next is teacher reader and a kid falls inlove w them so jealous jealous jealous!!

A/N: I. Love. Long. Asks. Housewife anon ily & u read my mind I was just about to say u need a name atp! This is the most tags I’ve ever used on a fic haha. Also my tumblr is acting weird and I can’t see the words I pasted so pink font here we go.

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, anal (Deyha)(Beidou)(Lisa), Hair pulling (Deyha), 69 position (Candace), Oral R giving (Candace)(Jean), Confined spaces (Beidou), Creampie (Beidou), Cockwarming (Beidou), Plug w/ cock (Beidou), Spanking (Lisa), Pet names (Lisa:Kitten), crying (Jean), fluff (all)

Link to Pt1, Pt2, & Pt4

- The thing about Deyha is that she’s big

- Rather than shoving it as far as she can she eases into you slowly. And when her front meets your ass she’ll start playing with your clit to pass the time as you get used to the size.

- When she starts to thrust she’ll make you take her cock all the way to the hilt, back to the tip and all the way in again. Every time she moves it touches your inner walls in all the right places.

- Although she starts out gentle she will slowly begin to lose it. It’s been so long since she’s had your sweet cunt wrapped so tightly around her. She just can’t catch a break with being a merc and a bodyguard, so in this moment she just need to fuck your hard

- As your tongue rolls out of your mouth and drool starts to pool down to the marble countertops. She’ll stick 2 fingers down your throat and chide you for making such a mess so as she pounds away.

- You were a spice trader before you settled down in Arue village with Candace.

- Every time you came into her home you smelled like a blend of cinnamon and calla lillies. And now she gets to wake up to that scent every day.

- Your knowledge of spices leads you to always cook the most delicious meals and bake the most flavorful delicacies. Your reputation has made its way across your travels and Candace couldn’t feel any more lucky.

- On the days that a heavy sandstorm hits, you toil away in the kitchen baking batches upon batches of sweets to feed the entire village. You learned quicker that your dishes create a calming affect and it helps those with anxiety over the monsters in the sand.

- She’ll catch you handing them out after the sandstorm dies down and helps hand out the rest. Once everyone’s had their share you pack up the leftovers as Candace showers. Most times when Candace is out fighting for her village you welcome her back with soft sex. Everyone looks up to her for protection, and there’s so much on the line when she ventures out, not fully knowing if she’ll come back in one piece. Having you in her arms makes her believe she can withstand anything that comes her way.

- She’s so worked up this time around. She wastes no time in practically dragging you to the bed. She doesn’t know if she should pleasure you first or the other way around.

- So of course the only option was to set your pussy down on her face as you drop your mouth down to the base of her cock. Candace loves the feeling of your weight on her. It doesn’t matter if you feel you’re crushing her, your closeness is a reminder that you’re safe and sound, and going through all the scars and sandstorms are worth it if it means she gets to protect you.

- You finally let her cock enter your mouth, your thumb running up and down the length of the shaft and occasionally gripping it. At the same time Candace rolls her tongue into you further, and in seconds your cum starts to drip down her face.

- You pull your mouth out when her cock starts to twitch and you know her climax is coming. Ropes of her cum shoot out and paint your face, neck and breasts white

- Beidou drives the waverider far out onto the water but stops halfway to the island.

- You’re confused at first, why would she stop the boat in the middle of the water? She hops out from the drivers seat and pulls you down, now knowing that the reason she stopped was so she can fuck you without any distractions.

- Being in a such a small waverider gives her no other choice but to fuck well and deep, your panting even starts to fog up the windows with how rough she’s being. She doesn’t stop until her hot, thick cum is gushing out of you and dripping down your thighs.

- And she still feels so guilty for choosing drinks over you, so she keeps her dick plugged into you and has you cockwarm her until you reach the island. She just wants to be closer to you for as long as your here with her. Neither of you are fully satisfied, but she doesn’t let you ride her, not yet at least. Beidou knows she’s being a bit rough this time so she’s intent on focusing all her attention on you.

- When you get to the island she abruptly pulls out and guides you (and your wobbly legs) to a nice picnic laid out on the beach, blankets and baskets and everything. And there isn’t even any alcohol, only a sweet Sunsettia and Lavender Melon juice blend that she promises is worth dying for.

- Despite your pleas, she avoids anymore sexual contact until you’ve had your fair share of food and drink. Conversations with her flow freely, but you can just ignore the want between your legs.

- After you both packed up the remaining leftovers, she’ll shove you to lay down with your knees under your stomach, roll down your pants, and take you from behind. “This is what you wanted wasn’t it?” She grunts out, “You were just begging for me to ram my cock into you doggy style barely an hour ago”

- You should get rewarded like this more often

- Lisa’s groping you anywhere, and that doesn’t stop at just your body. No no no Lisa will take any chance to tease you whether that’s behind closed doors or against the Library stacks. It’s all worth it for the small noises you make, like you’re just a tiny little kitten under her.

- When she gets behind you she traces the curve of your ass before delivering spank after spank to hear your cries. Lisa might not admit it often, but hearing you beg really gets her going. There’s just something about your voice that makes her want to hear you reach your limits.

- Jean loves having you around! She’ll take up any chance that has you by her side, doesn’t matter when or where. She’ll tell you you’re cute plenty of times but she wholeheartedly believes that words can’t encompass how she feels about you.

- Jean’s sorry about being too rough with you, she really doesn’t mean it! It’s just that when she looks down on you and sees those needy, teary eyes obediently sucking on her length she can’t help but shove the rest of her cock farther down your throat. You always feel so filled and so content with the both of them.

- But let’s be honest, despite how rough they can be, aftercare with them is heaven. Lisa holds you in her arms while Jean draws a bath. When you all get in the tub Jean massages shampoo in your hair while Lisa sensually washes your body, not ever missing a single patch of skin.

- Lisa is always the he first to get out. Jean kisses every inch of your skin that she can reach as she wipes the suds off your body. When you and Jean finish drying off Lisa has prepared a tray with tea and scones for all of you to enjoy

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radjoy · 2 years

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I’ve volunteered at our local senior center for years, and once I’d gotten to know the women who came, I’d eventually ask about their husbands, and they’d confide to me that they felt like a nurse, not a wife, because he expected to be waited on hand and foot, three hot meals a day, his medicine handed to him exactly when he needed to take it, her to make all his appointments. And I’d suggest, oh, they have those pill bottles that tell you when you last took your medicine, there are these services for seniors to help get you to appointments, I can sign you up for meals on wheels!

And they’d say, no, it wasn’t that he couldn’t manage his own appointments or pills or dinner, because he’d done it for years, but he stopped when they moved in together/got married/bought a house/had a kid/two kids. A woman told me she dated a man for years, had a child with him, got pregnant again, moved across the country for his job - and the second she had no job, no nearby family, a toddler, and a newborn, his personality did an immediate 180. I heard this story from every woman, the only difference was when it occurred. After marriage? The first kid? The second? When did he feel like she was in too deep to divorce him, and stop pretending to give a fuck about her?

So I started gently inquiring with middle-aged women and younger, trying to figure it out. And they all described the same thing. Some of them were bewildered, trying to fix it, thinking it was temporary. I met a woman who described her husband’s “postpartum depression”, which involved him reneging on his promise to take paternity leave, laying around when he was home, accepting every offer of work travel he could, and yelling at her constantly. Five years later, his “PPD” is still going strong. One woman wistfully told me about how they used to go grocery shopping together and cook a delicious meal together for them and their kid, but when he got a job across the country and they moved, he stopped helping and she became responsible for cooking all meals, or he’d feed their kid a microwave quesadilla for dinner every night. I know a childfree woman who separated from her husband because he started dumping all the chores on her, but went back to him when he promised to fix it and started acting like when they were dating. And then five years later, once they’d bought a vacation home together and were renting it out, he immediately struck again. Only this time, divorcing him was going to be such a financial tangle that she just decided to suck it up and pick up his socks for the rest of their marriage.

There was one single man who came to the senior center with his wife, doted on her, was an absolute Prince Charming until the end. He was so endlessly kind and adoring with his wife, she raved about him. They would look through the classes we offered, each circle on their own pamphlet the ones they wanted to do, and then do the ones they both circled, and he would peek over her shoulder to circle the ones she did - we all knew it, and it was hugely adorable.

Then she died, and he tried to alter her will to give her family farm that she’d inherited from her mother to their son instead of their daughter, who had been running it for years.

And after all these stories, I kind of just had to accept it. All of these women were intelligent, and aware of male violence, had vetted the men they were dating, and thought they were getting a good one. Literally making the same mistake as their mothers, over and over again, because they thought, “well, I checked him out! I dated him for years before we got married/had a kid! I lived with him, I know what he’s like! I looked for red flags!” not realizing that, yeah, so did lots of women.

But the problem is, we’re not talking to each other enough, so every woman is evaluating her relationship under the assumption that he will continue to act the same way he’s acting right then. Which makes sense, but doesn’t seem to be a good predictor of behavior in men. Every single woman would tell me, “oh, he turned out just like his dad, you have to look at the dad,” “it’s because he went to vietnam, I shouldn’t have married someone who went to war, “it’s because his mom did all the chores, you have to look at the mom,” “his parents were abusive, you have to marry a man who goes to therapy,” “i think he didn’t really want kids and was just going along with me, you have to make sure the guy suggests kids first,” and they were blaming themselves for not being able to see it - although, as far as I could tell, it was pretty universal.

And I had to accept that I was not smarter than them, I didn’t have any innate talent for reading people that they didn’t, there was no secret red flag, and I wasn’t going to do any better at vetting men than they did. I find it confusing, that men can put on a mask for years. I couldn’t do that, it would be literally impossible. But all my evidence suggests that many men are capable of this, and many women aren’t great at seeing through it. So why would I even bother? I don’t find it to be worth my time to invest in a relationship that has a countdown clock on it. I don’t want to put in the time to bond with a façade. I have like. real shit to do.

#female separatism #radical feminism #terfs do touch #radfem #terfs please touch

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redriotinggg · 4 months

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CW for food, eating habits, and eating disorder (?)

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thinking about usopp having a really weird relationship with food when he returns to the crew after boin.

he digs into the meals sanji prepares with the same enthusiasm he always has, but the chef notices the sniper is much more careful in how much he consumes. quietly, sanji watches for weeks as usopp eats just enough to fill himself. before sabaody, usopp would gorge himself on food, drink, and dessert until he physically couldn’t eat any more. he’d fight luffy tooth and nail for every bite. now, sanji sees usopp eat no more than one and half servings of a meal before pushing his remnants luffy’s way. he watches as usopp, who used to be as much as a meat enthusiast as luffy, piles his plate with more vegetables than protein or carbs. usopp, who sanji knew to love cake and ice cream, now limits himself to one slice or a single, small bowl.

so sanji adapts. he experiments with the quantity of food he gives the sniper until he gets it just right. he doesn’t say anything about it to him—eating and food habits are personal, after all. as long as he’s eating, it’s fine.

usopp tells him what changed of his own accord, one night when he’s on watch and sanji comes to deliver a midnight snack.

“i’m sorry for not eating as much of your food, lately,” usopp says, sipping on the tea sanji had brought.

“i overindulged on boin,” he explains. “the whole island was made up of some of the most delicious food i’d ever had. it was a trap, of course. so the island could lure fattened prey into its belly. but i fell for it at the beginning. just gorged myself on anything i could get my hands on. the stuff that grew on boin was addictive. i never went hungry. but…

“i lost myself to the island in a lot of ways. the worst was when i lost myself to the food. every time, i knew i should stop but i just couldn’t. it’s like my mind and body weren’t my own. it was terrible.

��i got big. i didn’t hate my body or anything, i just hated that it felt as if i didn’t have control of it anymore. that i didn’t have control of myself. it’s a terrifying thought at any time, but being alone and knowing that luffy and the rest of you were waiting for me, and waiting for me to come back stronger while i could barely get a handle on my own eating habits scared me more than anything. how could i be useful to the crew when i couldn’t control my own appetite? it was so, so hard. i had to be more disciplined than i ever have been.

“and now i’m back here and your food scares me ‘cause it’s better than anything i had on boin or anywhere else. i’m scared that one day i’ll lose control again, so i’ve been super careful. i’m sorry if i’ve hurt your feelings or anything. it just… hasn’t been easy.”

the two sit in silence for a while as they both reflect on usopp’s words. eventually, sanji speaks up, his visible eye meeting both of usopp’s. he rests his hand atop usopp’s, curling his fingers around the digits.

“thank you for telling me. as humans, our relationship with food can get really weird, at times. sometimes for a long time or even forever. but i’m glad that you’re eating despite what happened. and i promise that everything will be okay. you won’t lose control of yourself again. and if you do, i’m here to help. all of us are. but from now on, when you eat you don’t need to think, okay? just let me feed you and enjoy. i’ll take care of the rest.”

usopp looks at sanji, eyes wide with numerous emotions flickering across his face. he’d almost forgotten this in his two years away. how it feels to be cared for by someone who wants the best for you. to be seen so fully by someone who will do anything to keep you happy and safe. tension falls from his shoulders. the burden he has been carrying upon them has been relieved.

“okay,” usopp says with a tremble in his voice. he sniffles and blinks back tears. he leans his head on sanji’s shoulder and returns the grip on his hand. “thank you.”

sanji’s reply is silent as he rests his head atop usopp’s. anytime.

#sanuso #usosan #usopp #sanji #almost made myself cry with this one oh man #i think about usopp on boin so much and this is something i had to explore even a little #they are such good friends and bfs i love them so much #red’s writing #one piece

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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When Keith nonchalantly announces he’d found an apartment twenty minutes away and is moving out, Shiro’s heart drops to his feet. He’s so shocked that he nearly drops the spoon he’s using to feed Hana, barely managing to catch it and smearing mashed carrots on her cheeks instead.

Oops. Sorry, kiddo.

His first thought, of course, is oh, shit. Keith thinks he’s being replaced with the baby. He’s moving away because he feels unloved. I am a horrible brother slash father. What have I done.

Luckily, he manages to not say that embarrassing shit out loud, choking out instead a forced “sounds awesome, buddy!” and trying not to cry.

Yeah, that doesn’t go well. Keith is taking his time moving out, taking a few boxes at a time over several days so he doesn’t have to pay for a mover, enlisting Adam’s help to find some decent Craigslist furniture. Shiro has to lock himself in the bathroom no less than nineteen times to cry about it.

It was no big shocker that Adam gets real tired of that real quickly. Shiro was not the only one all mopey, apparently, as evidenced when Adam stomps down the stairs after putting Hana down for a nap, dragging Keith by the ear, and shoving both of them into the kitchen with a set jaw and his patented Glare of Judgement.

“Both of you are so, so stupid,” he says, which is not an uncommon occurrence but does make both of them protest at the exact same time. Adam holds up a hand, silencing them.

“Shut up. Listen to me. Both of you have been moping around my house —”

“Our house,” Shiro mutters petulantly, which does him approximately zero favours.

“— my house for days, crying to me about oh, Adam, he’s disappointed in me, he’s mad at me, what if I made a huge mistake, blah blah blah.” His arms migrate from crossed over his chest to resting sharply at his hips, and his glasses have slid down his nose.

Keith and Shiro share a fleeting, panicked glance. Adam looks ready to cook them both in a stew and feed them to the hungry, as he often says when he’s on his last nerve.

“I am tired of this miscommunication nonsense. I am going to cook you both into stew and feed you to the hungry if you don’t use your words like grownups,” he snaps.

Case in point.

“Am I understood?”

“Yes, Adam,” they both say hastily.

Adam huffs. “Good. I am going to go nap with Hana. When I wake up, I better see smiles and excitement, or else. Goodbye.”

With that he stalks off, not glancing back even for a second, completely confident that they would be staying exactly where they were and doing exactly what he asked.

That confidence is not misplaced. Shiro got very, very lucky, in that he married a man who could hype him up just as fast as he could whoop his ass into shape with one look.

It is, if Shiro is being entirely honest, a little bit hot.

“Ew,” Keith complains, even though Shiro is sure he hadn’t spoken aloud.

“You don’t need to say it out loud. I’ve been living with you for twenty fuckin’ years, man. You think I don’t know what it looks like when you’re being a simp?”

“Oh, shut up, you little snot,” Shiro says, snapping forward quick as a whip and securing his brother in a headlock.

“Twenty year old big shot, huh?” he teases. “Big man, now?”

Keith thrashes in his hold, raking his nails down Shiro’s arm, but the little dumbass has seemingly forgotten that Shiro has also spent twenty years with him, and knows damn well to accost Keith with his prosthetic limb only lest he want to lose his other arm to Keith’s freakishly sharp teeth.

“Let go of me, you goober!” Keith shouts.

Shiro hums. “No. Also, shut up. You’re going to wake the baby.”

Keith growls, and then before Shiro can prepare himself he’a airborne, flipped right over Keith’s head, narrowly missing the counter as he slams down on the hard kitchen tiles.

The air whooshes out of him with a groan. He suddenly very much feels every single one of his thirty-eight years.

“Take that, old man,” Keith taunts, grinning brightly. “I win.”

Shiro pushes himself into a sitting position with a wheeze, glaring playfully across the kitchen at his dumbass little brother, who mirrors him, leaning against the dishwasher.

“You got lucky, you brat. Try me again in the living room and I’ll knock you flat.”

Keith scoffs, but says nothing further, rolling his eyes playfully as he catches his breath. Shiro takes the time to carefully observe him, not giving a shit how weird that is. He’s been raising this kid for twenty years, dammit. And yet somehow it shocks him, every time he looks, to see stubble shadowing the edges of the kid’s jaw, the broad set of his shoulders and the confident slouch of his back, his calloused hands and easy way he holds himself. A proper man, now. Not the scrawny kid who stumbled into Shiro’s life angry and confused after the death of their father, barely four years old and already convinced the world was garbage. Sometimes Shiro wakes up to Hana’s crying at night and walks right to Keith’s room before stopping abruptly in the hallway, remembering that his kid isn’t so much of a kid anymore.

“You’re lookin’ at me weird,” Keith says.

“You’re weird-lookin’,” Shiro shoots back immediately. It startles a laugh out of Keith, wheezy and kind of ugly.

Shiro swallows the sudden lump in his throat.

“What’s going on, old man?” Keith tries again. His voice is much softer this time. “You’ve been avoiding me. I thought I goofed something; I’ve been nagging Adam about it. What’d I do?”

“I’m not mad at you,” Shiro rushes to assure. It does nothing to smooth the crease between Keith’s eyebrows.

“Sure feels like it.”

Shiro sighs, slumping forward a little. He takes the time to look carefully at Keith again, trying to commit his face further to his memory, separate it from that scared kid’s.

“You will always be my little kid,” he says finally. He smiles as Keith protests immediately. “I know you’re grown, believe me. You think you could’ve slammed me like that ten years ago?”

Keith huffs. “I could’ve gotten close.”

“Not on your life, boogerbrain. You were a shrimp up until two years ago.”

“Whatever,” Keith mutters, scowling.

“Hey.” Shiro nudges him with his foot. “Look at me.”

Keith does.

“I know that’s the last thing any grown kid wants to hear. You’re still my baby boy. I know you’re not, not really. But to me —” his breath hitches, and he can feel his eyes start to well up. “Kiddo, every time you ask me for something it’s the same voice that came panicked into my room after a nightmare. Every time you smile at me I remember the year you lost six teeth in a month and grinned as often as you could so everyone knew it. I know you’re a big boy, an adult. But you will never not be my kid, Keith. You may not be my son, but you’re my boy. You always will be. And I just worry that you don’t know —”

He’s interrupted by Keith’s face crumpling, and then as fast as he flipped Shiro earlier he’s rushing forward and collapsing in his arms, all two hundred some pounds of him gathered in Shiro’s lap like he’s ten instead of twenty.

“I love you, Dad,” he wails. He shoves his face in Shiro’s neck and grips hard onto his shirt; loud, heaving sobs wracking his frame. Shiro immediately starts to cry as well, gripping his kid’s back and squeezing tightly, rocking them back and forth. Keith rarely calls him Dad; he’s always been Shiro, except when he’s emotional and hurting and he needs Shiro to be a dad right then, as much as he needs him to be a big brother.

“I love you too, kiddo,” he chokes out. He presses a kiss to Keith’s messy hair. “So much. To the moon and back, okay? I just don’t want you to move out because you think I’m replacing you with Hana. She’s my kid, absolutely, but you are too, okay? You always will be.”

Keith sniffles. “I know. I never doubted.”

The words are like a balm to Shiro’s heart, soothing the ache and the worry that’s been plaguing him for weeks.

“Oh, thank God.”

Keith pulls away, wiping his tears and snot with his sleeve.

God, he’s so gross. Shiro loves him to pieces.

“Is that why you’ve been so weird?” he asks. “You think I’m moving out because of Hana? I love Hana. I would sell both your kidneys on the black market for that kid.”

“Really feeling the love,” Shiro says drily, but in truth the joke really does make Shiro feel the love. That’s excellent. That’s a million times better than what all the parenting books told him to expect.

Keith has no trouble hearing the glee peeking through Shiro’s sarcasm. It makes him smirk.

“Why are you moving out then, kiddo?” Shiro asks, flicking him on the forehead to send the smirk away. “You’ve still got two years left of school.”

“I know. But I’ve been saving for years, Shiro. I can afford it so long as I keep working on the weekends and work longer hours in the summer. Plus —” he goes curiously red. “I, uh, need my own space. My car isn’t going to cut it. You remember last time you and Adam went out on a date, and you came home early?”

Shiro feels a slow grin spread across his face. He knows exactly where this is going.

“I do.”

“Uh, I also took that opportunity to go on a…date, that had to be relocated to my car before you two came home, and I ended up braining myself on the roof halfway through. Kind of killed the mood.”

Shiro manages, quite graciously in his opinion, to keep silent for thirty whole seconds, before bursting into laughter so strong he goes silent, lungs shaking with the effort.

“You — your head —”

“Oh, fuck off,” Keith says hotly. “I’m never telling you anything again.”

“C’mere, you dork,” Shiro says, pulling a reluctant Keith under his arm and pressing another kiss to the side of his head. “Keep telling me things. Even when you move out. I want to hear about your life, even when it’s embarrassing.”

“Especially when it’s embarrassing, you mean.”

“Mhm. ‘Course. That’s the best part.”

———

It’s a learning curve, that’s for certain. A melancholy one, too, learning to adjust to an absence of someone you’ve been living with for two decades. Shiro is still surprised to do the laundry and not find balled up, nasty gym socks in the hamper that he has to make Keith un-crumple so they can wash properly.

He cries for twenty minutes one day, concerned that Keith is doing his laundry incorrectly. Adam laughs himself hoarse, videoing Shiro’s breakdown with shaky hands and sending it to Keith immediately.

Traitor.

But it’s not like Keith’s suddenly a stranger. He regularly comes over when he doesn’t feel like cooking, and as much as Adam grumbles, he misses Keith as much as Shiro does and makes him a giant meal every time. Keith also comes over purely to ignore Shiro and Adam to hang out with Hana, and he thinks he’s being all annoying and bothersome to spite them, but truly every time is a wonderful opportunity for Adam and Shiro to nap.

…Among other things.

But the highlight of Keith learning to live on his own, by far, are the occasional, how-do-you-adult texts he sends Shiro at random times.

from: brat child

takashi, my most beloved brother slash father big hero six style.

Shiro snorts, switching Hana to one arm so he can use the other to type.

to: brat child

Bringing up that movie will not make me more inclined to help you.

from: brat child

false actually every time i mention that movie you become twelve percent easier to manipulate

to: brat child

I am getting less and less inclined to humour you every minute.

from: brat child

yeesh okay

The typing dots go on for several minutes, appearing and disappearing as Keith puzzles out what he wants to say.

from: brat child

okay so usually i would call adam about this because he’s a better adult than u no offense. but i’m not really in the mood to talk for an hour so ur my next best bet

to: brat child

How did you just make your case worse? I’m honestly impressed.

from: brat child

ANYWAY.

from: brat child

how often do u clean the oven?? i don’t remember u doing it very often but obviously it has to be done frequently.

Hana makes a funny noise, clapping her hands together.

“You’re right,” he tells her sagely. “Your brother is strange.”

to: brat child

Keith, I almost never clean my oven.

from: brat child

seriously?? i’m cleaning this bitch every time i use it

to: brat child

…Why?

from: brat child

well i don’t want the bottom to just be all disgusting

from: brat child

wouldn’t all the blood and grease and shit rot?? or burn?? how is that not a food safety hazard??

Shiro furrows his brow. What in the shit is this kid talking about?

to: brat child

Are you talking about your oven or the baking sheet?

from: brat child

baking sheet??

Oh. Oh yes.

from: brat child

my oven has metal grills on the inside

from: brat child

it sears the food nicely but it’s such a pain in the ass to clean

Shiro laughs out loud, unable to control himself, and Hana quickly joins him, happy to share in the laughter.

“That’s right,” he coos. “Your brother is a dumbass! Luckily for you, you don’t have the same genes, hm? No, you’re a smart girl.”

to: brat child

Let me get this right. You’re putting the meat directly on the grills to cook, right?

Keith’s response comes immediately.

from: brat child

yeah to cook

Shiro snickers again to himself. What a dumbass.

to: brat child

Hold on, I’m tweeting this.

Shiro doesn’t fully get why his twitter account is so big. He certainly didn’t intend for it. He was just dicking around online one day, decided to make a funny post of something he saw Adam doing with Hana. He will never understand how he got so viral so quickly, but Keith hates it, which makes it inherently hilarious.

from: brat child

what about that was tweet worthy

Shiro has barely hit ‘post’ on the screenshot before the notifications come pouring in. He figured this one would get a good laugh.

to: brat child

Dumbass. You’re supposed to get a thin metal pan to cook the food on, so you can clean the pan and keep your oven clean.

from: brat child

WHAT

from: brat child

WHY DOES NO ONE TELL ME ANYTHING

Shiro shakes his head, snorting. God, he can’t wait for more of this. Being a parent is great.

“Isn’t it, Hana?”

She gurgles happily in response.

———

Shiro doesn’t hear a lot about Keith’s love life. He hears about his friends, sure — dear Lord does he ever worry about the kind of shit his dumbass kid and Matt’s dumbass sister get into — and lots of complaining about school.

But dating life?

Nope. Nada. Zilch.

(He suspects Adam gets this information, if only because he looks infuriatingly smug whenever Shiro sulks about it. Ugh, he is so lucky that Shiro is attracted to him even when he’s being a prick.)

(Arguably, possibly, a little more attracted.)

(Shiro does not have a thing for bossy, arrogant men who tell him what to do. He does not.)

One day, though, Shiro gets a text that changes everything.

from: oven boy

so i’ve found the love of my life, which is kind of cool.

Shiro calls that brat child immediately, obviously.

“Tell me everything,” Shiro demands, not bothering with pleasantries. That’s what caller I.D. is for.

“He’s so beautiful,” Keith sighs. “The prettiest brown eyes I’ve ever seen in my life, holy shit. And he’s so fucking smart. Apparently he’s a friend of a friend of Pidge’s. She didn’t set it up or anything, but she recognised him when we went to the bar last night —”

“Both of you are underage,” Shiro says, as if he and Matt did not have fake I.D.’s by age sixteen.

(To get a fishing license for a prank of theirs, but still.)

Keith ignores him. “—and we started talking and holy shit, Shiro. Never in my life have I wanted to participate in a conversation so badly. We talked for five fucking hours.”

Shiro whistles. That’s a long-ass time for anyone, but Keith especially.

“Damn. This boy must be something special, huh?”

Keith sighs dreamily again, which is quite possibly the best sound Shiro has ever heard. He can’t wait to tell Adam.

“He really is. I can’t wait until I finally figure out his number.”

Aaannnnd there we go. Shiro knew this sounded to normal to be true.

“…Pardon?”

“Oh, shit, yeah. Context.”

“That would be useful, yes.”

“It’s easier if I show you. Hang up, I’ll send you a picture.”

“Alright,” Shiro says hesitatingly. He has barley pressed the red ‘end call’ button before his phone buzzes with an incoming text.

from: oven boy

okay so i got most of it

to: oven boy

How the hell do you get ‘most’ of a number?

A picture pops up, of what’s very obviously a bar napkin, scrawled on with blue glitter pen. It reads: ‘Call me! 512 - 3*1 - 2*04. —Lance. P.S. — trust me, I’m worth it ;)”

Shiro is, frankly, at a loss for words.

to: oven boy

I can confidently say I’ve never seen anything like that before. What’s your plan?

Instead of an explanation, another picture buzzes in. This one is Keith’s familiar messy scrawl, and dozens of numbers written out on lined paper, each one with a different digit for the ones the mysterious Lance had omitted. Several of the numbers are crossed out.

His phone rings again, and he picks up hastily.

“Are you seriously trying every possible number you can?”

He can picture Keith’s shrug through the phone. “Like I said. He’s my soulmate.”

Shiro hums thoughtfully. “You sure he actually wants you to call him? Wouldn’t he just give you his number?”

“I’m sure,” Keith says confidently. Then he chuckles sheepishly. “The chase might be on me, though. We were talking about mysteries and stuff, and I said that I could solve every mystery before the end of the documentary, easy.”

Shiro snorts. “Arrogant boy. Spending a lot of time with Adam, hm?”

“I mean, I really can solve the mysteries. Usually.”

“Mhm. And how far are you through your numbers list?”

A pause.

“Halfway,” Keith says, lying.

“Right,” Shiro says, shaking his head fondly. “I’m tweeting about this, too.”

———

Shiro’s not a big believer in fate. That’s more of Keith’s thing, really.

But when he gets a specific DM, a couple days after his tweet goes viral, he starts to think that maybe Keith’s fuckin’ right.

For once.

The DM is from someone named LoverboyLance, which piques Shiro’s interest immediately.

from: LoverboyLance

howdy!!!! ur probably not gonna see this BUT i’m lance from the tweet!!!

from: LoverboyLance

the one about ur brother lol

It, honestly, takes Shiro a few minutes to respond. He’s genuinely gobsmacked.

to: LoverboyLance

HOLY SHIT!!!!

He calls Keith immediately.

“I have some news for you.”

“Feel free to get to it,” Keith says drily. “I’m kind of busy.

Shiro sniffs. “Well, if you’re busy I guess I won’t bother you, then. I’ll tell twitter user LoverboyLance that you’re not interested in the DM i just got from him. I see how it is.”

“No no no no no, wait!” Keith yells, panicked. “I’m sorry! Come back! Please tell me everything!”

Shiro considers letting him stew for a while, but he’s honestly too excited.

“There’s not much to tell, but I got a DM confirming that Lance knows you’re looking for him.”

“Please beg him to give me his number! I lied about being halfway done!” Keith pleads.

“On it,” Shiro promises. He hangs up and gets right back to twitter.

to: LoverboyLance

I just talked to him!!! He said a couple days ago that he was halfway done which means he’s barely put a dent in it, the dork. What’s your number?

The response comes almost immediately.

from: LoverboyLance

someone isn’t as clever as he thinks lol

Shiro laughs out loud. “No, he is not.”

from: LoverboyLance

give me his number. i’m taking over this operation

Happily, Shiro does. He doesn’t hear anymore from Lance, but twenty minutes later, he gets one text from Keith:

from: oven boy

shiro i love u

from: oven boy

ur the best

Shiro smiles softly to himself, shaking his head.

to: oven boy

I love you too, kiddo.

Perhaps fate really does have some bearing.

———

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I just wanted to come vent on here for a lil. Hope you don’t mind. I was on twitter today and i saw some jikookers fighting with taekookers and the taekookers kept going on with the same tired old stories of “Jikook is Fanservice” “all their moments are for the cameras” etc and storm, i realized how silly all of this is. I realized how stupid it is for people on the internet to continue fighting about who the members love the most and who they are fucking.

The truth is, the odds had been stacked against jikook and jikookers since the very beginning. Reality is never as pleasant as fiction. I honestly believe that Jimin and Jk are or have atleast been together in a romantic way considering their circumstances, that automatically means it was never going to be that pleasant. These are real people and just imagine what we normal people have to go through in our personal relationships every single day, what more of these idols who are under scrutiny almost 24/7? I used to get so and hurt when taekookers would bring out those gifs and screenshots of “Jk hating Jimin” or “Jk pushing Jimin away or making faces at him”’but when i thought about it, i realized that, that is exactly what reality looks like. It’s not always pretty and if many of us had cameras shoved infront of our faces all the time and we could sit down and watch ourselves 24/7, maybe we would all be less judgemental. I know this might sound a little crazy but i cannot tell you how many times i’ve shed tears over jikook. Their story is just so heartbreaking but beautiful. Those two never stood a chance with this fandom. When you think about the fact that their bond had been attacked since the very beginning and it just gets worse as the years go by. It doesn’t really matter what Jikook do or don’t do because some people are determined to find faults in their relationship to attack and ofcourse they will always find something or make something up because at the end of the day, no relationship is perfect.

Think about years ago when Jimin and Jungkook were everywhere together and did almost everything together. You would think that people would have atleast seen and recognized their bond for what it is but even then, people accused them of fanservice. Jikook were attacked for doing the things taekook do today and get praised for. Jimin and Jungkook hanginh out in their private time with friends meant they were a fake couple and were doing fanservice because a real queer couple in a homophobic country would never do that, but taekook hanging out and spending time together is proof that they are indeed a couple. How much evidence do we have of Jikook spending important days with each other? We have alot but taekookers literally have none yet that doesn’t stop them from coming for Jikook’s bond. Even though we have evidence of taekook themselves saying they kinda drifted apart, and videos of Jk himself saying he wasn’t with Tae on his birthday, that still doesn’t stop the cult from coming for jikook’s bond.

Now we will be getting footage of Jk cooking for Jimin in Jimin’s house and this was most like taken almost 2 years ago meaning that before Jk ever dreamed of cooking for Tae, he had already done that for Jimin several times but when taekookers heard Tae say he was going to eat at Jk’s once, they used that to attack Jikook saying Jk only cooks for Tae. We have multiple videos of Jk feeding Jimin and the other members but taekookers get a video of Jk putting food in tae’s mouth and use that again to attack jikook even though they are getting that from the same company content they hate so much.

I remember how that taekooker girl who saw Jikook at the gym in LA was insulted and called a liar by her own breed and when she eventually got vindicated, they immediately switched the narrative to “the workout date was for company content” even though Jimin literally said that he and Jk worked out together every day since they went to the US so all we got to see was just one of the workouts and see how they made it seem like everthing Jikook do is infront of the cameras. After swearing that Jk probably doesn’t even know the road to Jimin’s house, when we get actual footage of Jk cooking for Jimin in his apartment, they immediately switch narratives again to “they do everything infront of the camera”. Like do these people even truly believe the thinga they say? Do they honestly believe that the company called Jk and told him to go to Jimin’s house and cook so they can take some shots for official content? If all these years we have gotten all the content of jikook from the times they were photographed, then what about when they weren’t? Can you imagine how much time jikooo actually spend together? Can u imagine how many things they do that we never get to find out about?

I find taekookers very interesting because they keep saying that taekook is an off cam couple yet they know almost all the times taekook hang out. How private are their interactions if Tae or Jk come to tell us about it or if tae posts pictures about it? Do they think that those moments were private just because the videos or photos didn’t come from bighit’s cameras? Also, they say all jikook moments are infront of the camera but how would they know the moments that were not for the camera if those moments were private? Do they think Jimin or Jk will post pictures of themselves while they have sex or come to tell us that they had late night movies dates just the two of them? Jimin and Jk used to be somewhat reckless in the past and we got some little TMI’s from them but as pple get older, they don’t feel the need to expose certain parts about their relationship with the rest of the world. Jk literally told us that Jimin kept singing “peuriri” to him so much that he thought he was going to mistakenly sing it on stage so how do these pple think that happened if Jikook never saw each other? How do these pple think Jimin and Jk drew a whale on a yacht together?

I just realized that getting upset at the things taekookers say is kinda useless. They themselves don’t even know what they believe in and their opinions on Jimin and Jungkook’s bond doesn’t change their reality anyway. Jimin and Jungkook choosing to enlist together despite the majority of the fandom thinking they were distant should have been enough to tell people that you really cannot sit behind your screen watching parts of pples lives that they choose to share with you and think that you know it all.

"I just realized that getting upset at the things taekookers say is kinda useless. They themselves don’t even know what they believe in and their opinions on Jimin and Jungkook’s bond doesn’t change their reality anyway. Jimin and Jungkook choosing to enlist together despite the majority of the fandom thinking they were distant should have been enough to tell people that you really cannot sit behind your screen watching parts of pples lives that they choose to share with you and think that you know it all."

The most important part of this rant (in my opinion) is the last bit. Thanks for sharing your thoughts

#jikook #kookmin #shipping discourse

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itslikeaspaceship · 1 year

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@sarahspancakes lil headcanon.

5 times Ellie sneaks a cat into the house and the one time Joel lets her:

The first time she tried to sneak home a cat was on her way home from school.

It was the dead of winter and a big, I mean big, cat was curled up next to the school doors, tail swishing back and forth as it locked eyes with Ellie. Her face lit up as she struggled to pick up the calico, grunting at the weight of the animal.

“Holy shit.” She whispered, “what the hell did you eat?” She held the thing beneath her arm, the animal meowing every five seconds. Ellie kept apologizing, trying to readjust the cat in her hold. But the thing was to heavy to simply just carry.

“God you’re like Joel’s rifle or something. Did he get you pregnant to?” She giggled at herself as she rounded the corner for home, already thinking of how she was gonna plead her case to Joel. But it only took five steps inside the house, a single mewl, and an exasperated Joel, to make Ellie understand that this was not happening.

“But Joel-”

“Absolutely not Ellie. Now go put that thing back where you found it before it eats you to.” She whined, stomping back outside the house.

“Stupid Joel.”

Attempt number two she swore she was being sneaky. She’d been at the stables, enjoying her time with Shimmer, when an orange cat came waltzing up into the stall, rubbing itself against Ellie’s legs.

“Well hi there.” She whispered, scratching the cat behind its ears. “I’ve never seen you before.” The cat meowed right on time, making Ellie grin as she bent over to pick up the tabby. “I’m taking you home with me.”

She shuffled outside of the stall, ripping open her backpack and shoving the thrashing cat in there. “It’s just for a little bit okay, until I can get you to my room.” She gave the cat a kiss, leaving a small hole for it to breathe from.

The entire walk home she couldn’t help but grin. Joel would never catch her this time. She pounded up the steps, stopping when she noticed Joel’s sleeping figure on the rocking chair. “Oh shit.” She whispered, trying to make her footsteps quieter. She got to the door thinking she was in the clear, until Joel’s voice rang in her ears.

“Ellie, put the cat back outside.”

“Uh what cat.”

He sighed, and she felt a hand grab her back pack strap. “The one in here.”

She groaned, spinning on her heels. “But Joooeeeelllll.”

“No this is not up for discussion. Get rid of the thing, we don’t need another mouth to feed.”

“Dammit.”

Attempt three and four were at the same time. Fat cat from the school had actually been pregnant and given birth to kittens. And Ellie waited weeks for them to be ready before sneaking off with two little black ones. They were much quieter then the two she’d tried before and she could easily fit them into her pocket. Joel would never notice.

And she was right, for about a week. She’d kept them fed with little pieces of meat, small enough that Joel would never notice, and made sure they had plenty to drink. They stayed hidden away in her room and she took them outside every morning before he woke up and every night after he went to sleep. She was doing good.

Until she wasn’t. It was a rainy day, a good day for naps. And Joel was supposed to be out on patrol with Tommy all day, so she figured, one nap on the couch couldn’t hurt. Grabbing the kittens, who she named Bill and Frank, she cuddled up in the corner, pulling them to her chest and wrapping a blanket around all of them.

She’d wake up before Joel got home, she was sure of it.

But boy was she wrong, Joel came waltzing in, stopping in his tracks when he saw three people snuggled on his couch instead of just one.

“Ellie.” He sighed, walking up to her. When he woke her up, telling her she had to put them back, she thought he was just being mean. And this time she actually got upset.

“I don’t understand why I can’t just have them Joel. They’re not doing anything. Please.”

“I’m sorry baby, we can’t. They don’t belong to us.”

But what she didn’t know, was that he really didn’t want to make her get rid of these ones. Because he’d known the entire time she’d had them, and instead of putting them back, he’d spent the whole week arguing with the mom of their mom to just let them keep the kittens.

But the lady was old, and he knew he didn’t stand a chance. So he promised he’d bring them back.

“I’m sorry Ellie.” He said again.

He hated seeing her this upset, I mean, Ellie actually cried. And he apologized profusely, trying to make her understand it was not his fault. But she didn’t believe him and stomped away to her room. Ignoring his apologies.

Ellie didn’t ask again after that, didn’t even try. She was tired of liking cats and getting hurt because fucking Joel didn’t want them. She was convinced she’d be alone forever, mumbling to herself about it one day after school.

“You don’t want me to have a cat, then fine I won’t get one.” She mused out loud, laying her back pack and shoes all along the front walkway.

She made her way to the kitchen, her mind on a one way track for snacks. But a small furry little thing sitting on the table caught her eye.

“Surprise.” Joel said, walking in from his hiding place on the stairs.

“Joel what the hell is this?” She whispered, going to pick up the little orange kitty. It had a red bow on its neck and everything.

“Turns out that orange tabby you brought home was a dad.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, was down at the stables earlier and saw him going after this little guy, cause you know the whole dad cats eat-” He stopped when he saw the look of utter horror on Ellie’s face. “Anyway, grabbed him for ya. Figured you could use the company.”

Her face was frozen for a moment as she just stared at the kitten, trying to decide if it was real or not.

“We can just take him back if you don’t like him I mean-” But she’d already sat the kitten down and rammed herself into his stomach, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “Thank you thank you thank you.”

He smiled to himself, laying a kiss on her forehead. “You’re welcome baby girl.” She pulled away, grabbing the little kitten and bringing it up to show Joel.

He pushed the cat away from his face, giving Ellie a death stare. “Please stop doing that.”

She just giggled as the cat started pawing at his nose. “What should we name him?”

Joel looked down, poking the cats belly. “Her, what should we name her?”

“Oh neat, it’s a girl.”

Joel smiled at that, staring at Ellie with a wide grin on his face. “You thinking what I’m thinking.”

“Sally.” She whispered, leaning her head onto his arm.

“Sally fuckin ride.” They said at the same time.

And Joel felt as if now, his family was complete.

#Tehe #ellie williams #joel and ellie #joel miller #the last of us #tlou #I loved writing this so much #and will I most likely be putting Sally in other headcanons #why yes #yes I will

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batfam-slash · 1 year

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The thing that Jason hates about Bernard is, it’s really difficult to actually hate him.

Jason wants to hate him.

As soon as Tim says I’ve met a guy, Jason wants to hate said guy. They haven’t even met and he wants to hate the guy.

Bernard is just a civilian; Jason knows that there are few civilians with his strength or build, but that doesn’t stop him from being a threat. Bernard is a threat because he wants the same thing that Jason does.

So the first time Bernard comes to dinner at Wayne Manor, Jason prepares to make a mental note of every flaw and every faux pas that Bernard makes. Jason wants this to go bad badly for Bernard. He wants him to fail.

But as soon as he meets Bernard, all that hatred and rage melts away, because Bernard is really nice.

Jason has never met anyone who’s gelled so well with every single member of the family, and has just seemed so genuine. Bernard listens with unfeigned interest as Bruce rambles on about WE business. He talks to Dick enthusiastically about his day job in Bludhaven. He praises Damian’s drawings and Alfred’s cooking.

And he spends so long talking to Jason about his motorcycle that Jason almost forgets he’s supposed to hate this guy.

Bernard is everything that Jason hoped he wouldn’t be - kind, attentive, funny, and polite.

He’s perfect for Tim.

Jason can feel himself slowly deflating as it becomes very clear just how much Tim adores Bernard. They make a very cute couple. They sit close to each other and although Bernard respectfully keeps his hands to himself, it’s clear that there’s affection between them and Tim looks at the other boy with big huge puppy dog eyes.

Tim is happy, and it’s been a while since Jason has seen him like this. It’s nice.

So Jason can’t hate Bernard, even if he wants to. He can’t hate anyone who makes Tim this happy.

“I’m sorry, Little Wing,” Dick says softly when they’re leaving together later that evening, clinging to Jason’s arm. “He seems…”

“Perfect,” Jason finishes glumly. “At least Tim is happy.”

Dick gives him a sympathetic smile. “Yeah. He seems really happy.”

At least Dick doesn’t feed Jason some bullshit about how he’ll find his special someone someday soon. Instead Dick bats his pretty eyes and suggests that Jason comes back to his place, and they end up having sex while Jason desperately tries to get Tim out of his mind.

He’s not sure he’ll ever get over Tim though.

#jaytim #jaydick

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this-do-be-therapeutic · 1 year

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Like Me Again

Eddie Munson x FReader

Summary: Everything is going swimmingly with Eddie. I could not be happier. But one day, everything just takes a turn for the worse. Angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 3,883

A/N: Heyyyyyy. I'm going through some good ol' life shit, abandonment issues for the win, am I right? So I'm sorry if this is a mess and not well done, I was literally sobbing while writing this. Also, the reader has a good relationship with her father, I'm sorry if that seems unrealistic. I just like my dad and refuse to write anything about a bad dad.

This is the longest thing I've ever written. I'm not very proud of it, but I hope you enjoy. <3

Eddie and I have been dating for just a little over 3 months now and everything is going great. We have movie nights every single week on Friday at his house. We have a going out date every other week on Wednesday. We even have some spontaneous dates every now and then. I stay out of his Hellfire stuff because I simply don’t understand D&D. And we’re obviously together every day during lunch. Which is where we’re at now, lunch on Friday.

I land in the seat next to him with a bit of a huff, exhausted from my last period. I place my chin on his shoulder, excited to see him. “Hi Eddie Bear.”

He gives me a small smile and pats my head before wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Hey sweetheart. Boring class?”

“Ugh, yes. We were working on rhetorical analysis. I don’t understand it at all.” He chuckles a little and gives me a little kiss on the lips. He then feeds me the food that I brought with me, understanding that I simply could not be bothered.

“Are you excited for movie night tonight?” He asks me.

“You know I am. What are we watching tonight?”

“The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2.”

“Noooooo, you know how I am with horror movies!”

Eddie gives me a big toothy grin. “That’s exactly why we watch them. It’s fun when you have to hide in me. And then you have to stay the night because you’re too scared to go home.”

I give him the biggest pout I could muster. “You just like it when I suffer.”

He laughs out loud, “You know I do!”

That night I head over to his house already wearing my comfy pajamas and my fluffiest blanket- it’s Eddie’s favorite to cuddle under. Before I can even knock on the door, Eddie is opening it, having heard my car.

I just have to stare at his glorious countenance, thinking about how lucky I got to be with such a handsome and cute man, his big brown eyes always carrying such love and kindness for me. His smiles that never seem to not light up a room. And it’s all mine.

After staring at him for just a little longer, I realize he’s trying to get my attention and give him a smile. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at me in silence for 30 seconds.”

“Yeah. I’m wonderful. Just thinking about how much I love you and ow lucky I am.”

Eddie practically melts at that, looking down with a huge smile trying to hide his blush. “You’re just trying to butter me up so we don’t have to watch the scary movie, aren’t you Princess?”

I bite my lip with a little shake of my head. “Maybe.”

He grabs my arm and pulls me close, holding me against his body. “It’s not going to work. I’ve learned of your temptress ways.” We both laugh a little as he wraps his arm around me, shutting the door at the same time. Eddie places a quick kiss on the top of my head before muttering, “I love you, too.” That’s always been my favorite thing to hear from him.

We head over to the couch and set up everything we’ll need for our movie session, popcorn, skittles, m&ms, all the good stuff.

After the movie is over, I’m clinging to Eddie with my entire being, my arms wrapped around one of his and my legs wrapped tight around his hips. He plays with the ends of my hair as he laughs at me. “Come on baby girl, it wasn’t that bad.”

I turn my head to look at him with a small glare and pout, which just makes him laugh harder at my predicament. “Yes it was. It was awful. I can’t believe you made me watch that.

Eddie simply shakes his head and picks me up- I refuse to place my feet on the floor when I’m scared. The monsters might be under ALL of the furniture- and takes me to his bed to sleep. He wraps his arms around me just as tight as my legs are around him, kissing the top of my head before whispering a sweet and gentle goodnight.

In the morning, he sends me off with a full belly of eggs, toast, and apple juice, along with a kiss and a request that I call him when I get home so he knows I’m safe. Which I do, of course. It ends up being a 3 hour phone call before my mom gets mad and makes me get off so she can talk to one of her friends about a lunch they’re having.

Monday morning, Eddie comes to pick me up for school. He comes and knocks on my door, doesn’t give me a kiss on the head for some reason, opens the van door for me and drives us to school.

“Hey Eddie Bear. How’d you sleep?”

“Good.” He lets out a sigh having to answer that simple question. He would usually tell me about how he would have slept much better if I were with him, or tell me about a crazy dream that he had. But he probably just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, we all have those days.

“Did you have any fun dreams?”

“No.”

The rest of the car ride is spent in an uncomfortable silence.

When we get to school, he comes and opens my door for me and offers his hand to help me out. I take it and go to hold it after I’m down, but he just pulls his hand away from me. He doesn’t talk to me for the rest of the morning, just brushing off every comment I make in attempt for conversation.

When lunch comes around, I come and sit in my chair, trying to be more cheerful than usual for his sake, and rest my head on his shoulder, but he moves to get me off. “Hey Eddie Bear.”

“Hey.”

“How was class?”

“Same as usual.”

I nod and look at him. “Can you look at me for a second?” He does. His lips are set in a stiff line and his eyes still hold the same loving look in them, but with a feeling that I don’t quite understand. “Are you okay?”

He nods and goes back to staring at the table, not even touching his lunch. I can tell something’s wrong, but I trust he’ll tell me when he’s ready. We agreed to never hide something that is bugging us from the other, deciding that communication is one of the biggest and most important parts of our relationship.

After school, I get the same treatment as I did this morning. He walks me to my door and is about to walk away when I grab his hand. “Eddie, do you want to come in? Talk?” He shakes his head and continues to stare at the ground. “Okay, I love you. I hope tomorrow is better.” He simply nods before leaving me. I watch him get in his van and drive away before I head inside.

When I get to my bed is when my brain starts working in overdrive, thinking about every piece of our interaction today and on Friday. Everything seemed normal and perfect on Friday. What did I do wrong?

Am I too annoying?

Am I too clingy?

Is he tired of me?

Is he cheating on me and that’s why he looked so off and maybe guilty during lunch?

I can feel the tears want to start running, but I hold them back. No, I know he loves me. He would never do anything to hurt me. He tells me all the time that I am the light of his life. But what the hell is going on?

This continues on Tuesday. But when I come to lunch today, Eddie’s interacting happily with the boys and I feel the pain in my chest lighten slightly. He’s finally in a better mood. It was just a fluke.

However, when I sit down and try to hold his hand, he goes quiet and quickly moves his hand out of the way. I close my fist and shake it a little before pulling it back into my own lap.

“Hey guys, hey Eddie Bear. What were you talking about?” I look to Eddie to answer my question, but it’s Gareth who speaks up.

“We were just talking about how epic the last campaign was and how excited we are for the one tonight,” He speaks animatedly, something that Eddie does, did, a lot, too.

That makes me smile, happy that Eddie is still doing something he’s passionate about while he’s going through such a hard time. “That’s awesome! Do you think I could maybe come and watch tonight? I’ve been kind of curious how your campaigns go.”

Eddie is quickly shaking his head. “No, you wouldn’t understand anything that’s going on.”

“Oh, um, okay. Sorry.” Did he just call me dumb? I mean, I might not understand what’s going on, but there’s always the possibility that I might. My heart sinks a little. Eddie has never said anything to me that could be rude. Ever.

I space out for the rest of the lunch period, thinking about what Eddie just said, and how he’s been acting. Maybe he thinks I’m just too dumb to be his girlfriend. I have pretty average grades, but I don’t have much street smarts, I guess.

Maybe I just need to learn about it on my own, then I can impress him and maybe try to either make my own character or even my own campaign! I can even ask my dad- who started playing a couple years ago with a few of his buddies- for help!

I smile a little before the bell rings, blow Eddie a quick kiss and head off to my next period with a pep in my step.

When Eddie drives me home, I go in and raid my dad’s stack of D&D books in the corner of our dining room, reading through everything and taking notes.

The next day when Eddie cancels our Wednesday date to do who knows what, I’m not as disappointed as I imagined I would be, just excited to get back to learning about the things that my boyfriend is passionate about.

The treatment continues all through to Friday. When I sit down for lunch, I turn my entire body to face Eddie.

“Hey Eddie Bear, so I’ve been thinking about our movie date tonight. I kind of want to just talk to you instead of watch the movie. I’ve been working on something I think you’ll absolutely love.”

He won’t even make eye contact with me as he says, “Um, sure. I guess we can do that.” As the days have been going on, Eddie has been looking less and less frustrated. At least with everyone else. It hurts, but I’m going to make everything better tonight, I just know it.

So when I show up that night with my pajamas- and both a character sheet and a fun campaign that my dad helped with- in my backpack instead of wearing them, I’m literally dancing around as I wait for Eddie to open the door after I knock.

When he does, I launch myself into his arms, hugging him as tight as I can, and he just holds his arms up in the air, as if hugging me back might hurt him. So I let him go and go sit on his couch. “Hey Eddie Bear! Are you ready to have your socks absolutely blown off?”

He scratches at the back of his head and looks down at his feet, mumbling a little, “I’m not wearing socks,” which is the closest to a real conversation I’ve had with all week, so I giggle for a good five seconds before I get a hold of myself.

“Okay, well I’m about to blow your mind. At least I hope so.” I pull out all the papers that I had carefully placed in a little folder to present them to him.

“What is this?” He takes it and flips through the first few pages not really looking at them.

“Well,” I start, drawing out the l, “I know I haven’t exactly been the best girlfriend and haven’t been showing an interest in your favorite game, so I did a bunch of research and made my own character! I even had my dad help me write a campaign!” He plops down on the recliner next to the couch as he starts actually reading through it.

When he finishes, he clears his throat and says, “This is sweet and I appreciate the thought, but I still don’t think you would understand anything that happens in the game.”

I deflate only a little. “But that’s the great part, my dad agreed to help me learn everything about it! He and his friends are starting a new campaign soon and they’re going to make it a little easier for me to learn, so I can finally come play with you!”

He runs his hand over his face in exasperation with a small groan. “But I don’t want you to come play with us, alright? You happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Now that’s what deflates me completely. My face falls and I feel my tears threatening to come back, but I refuse to cry over something like this. OF course, he wouldn’t want me to come play with them. This is something he does with his friends, we spend enough time together. “Oh, um, I’m sorry for overstepping. I understand why you wouldn’t want me to play with you guys.” Eddie just looks at me in silence, not giving away anything he’s thinking about through his expression.

“Do you,” I start, my voice cracking so I clear my throat, “do you think we could maybe watch a movie now?”

“You said you didn’t want to watch one, so I didn’t rent one.” He is continuing to be very short with me.

“Oh, can I still spend the night though?”

“I think it would be best if you left, honestly.”

I officially feel a tear slide down my cheek as I nod and stand up. “Okay, I love you. I’m sorry I upset you.” I pick up my stupid papers and shove them in my backpack before leaving. I take a glance back at him before I leave. He’s sitting with a hand over his mouth, his leg bouncing as he stares at the wall away from me.

When I get home, I immediately run to my room, sobbing silently into my pillow, hoping nobody else in the house can hear me.

As I lie there, I think about other ways that I could try to be a better girlfriend, what else I can do to make him like me again.

I spend the rest of the weekend trying to hide my hurt feelings from my family and not looking forward to Monday.

On Sunday night, Eddie calls. He tells me he can’t give me a ride to school tomorrow. Which is fine, I can’t bear to continue to be a disappointment to him.

I don’t sit with the group during lunch. I go to the library, still trying to figure out what I can do to appeal to my boyfriend once more.

When I first walk in, I take a look at the bulletin board, and suddenly a lightbulb goes off. Sitting in the middle of the board is a flyer to Corroded Coffin’s performance at the Hideout every Saturday night. Of course! Eddie and I don’t share much of an interest in music, but I can learn to love it! I can feel my spirit start to return.

As soon as school lets out, I run to the music store. I go through the cassettes and do my best to remember the bands that Eddie loves, and buy every one that I can find.

I continue to not sit with the boys at lunch, instead I sit in the library listening to as much metal music as I can. I do the same when I’m at home and even in my car. And on Friday, after Eddie finds me to tell me that he can’t watch a movie with me tonight, I go shopping for a more metal outfit that I can wear to his show tomorrow. I end up with a black tank and a black ripped skinny jeans, finding some chains that match Eddie’s, loving the fact that I’ll get to match my sexy boyfriend.

When I show up to the Hideout, Corroded Coffin is already set up and on stage, about ready to start their performance. I look around and find some other metalheads, a few of them girls, and a few drunk dudes strewn about the joint.

Eddie starts playing a song I don’t recognize, and he looks completely in his element. I imagine it’s similar to how he looks when he is playing D&D, and it just makes me fall deeper in love with him.

When he starts singing, I can’t help but cheer along with all the other metals, remembering all those nights that Eddie would sing my favorite songs to me after we would watch a horror movie to help calm me down.

When the song ends he takes a hold of the microphone to speak, “This next one goes out to my favorite fan,” he must have seen me! I’m so glad I put in the extra effort to be here. “Bethany.” Then a slower song starts, and I immediately recognize it as a song that he always sang to me.

I look at the other girls and can tell which one is Bethany. All the other ones are looking at her and giving her knowing looks.

When I look up, I see Eddie looking right at her, playing and singing for her. So I leave.

When I make it to my car, I slam my forehead into the steering wheel with a scream before I start sobbing into the silence. I rip off the ugly chain that was supposed to match him, not caring that it ripped the belt loops on my pants. Rub at the makeup I put on to match the other girls and come to a decision.

I have to end things with Edie.

He made it pretty obvious that things were over between us, he just didn’t have the balls to do the messy breakup thing. So I’ll do it for him. On Monday.

On Monday, I get to school before Eddie does, and I leave a note in his locker asking to meet up at the spot in the woods after school. If he thinks it’s for a drug deal, he won’t back out. He needs all the money he can get to take Bethany out on nice dates like he did me.

After school, I let him get to the spot first, that way he won’t have a chance to see me and run.

When I get there, I call out to him. He turns and his eyes widen as he stiffens. My heart tightens as I look at him, still absolutely in love with him.

“Edward.” He winces. I never use his legal name.

“Y/N. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just decided I could show some mercy on you and do this for you. We’re over. I can’t do this anymore.”

His brows furrow. “Do this for me? Sweetheart, do you think I want to break up with you?”

“You’ve made it pretty damn obvious. Especially on Saturday night when you dedicated a song to another girl.”

“You came to my show?”

“Yes, Eddie! I came to your show! Like I should have the whole time, because that’s what a good girlfriend would do! I’m sorry I’m such a shitty girlfriend and I didn’t support you as much as I should have.” My emotions are starting to pour over once again as I feel my throat tighten and hear my voice break. “I’m so sorry I drove you away. I didn’t mean to. I just wish you could have told me before you decided I wasn’t worth it anymore. I would do anything to make you happy.” At this point the tears flowing hot and free. I can’t even see Eddie from how my eyes are watering.

I’m shocked when he pulls me into him, burying his face in my hair. “Baby girl, you are not a bad girlfriend. Shit,” I hear his voice break now too. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to break up. I just got so scared.”

“W-Why would you get scared?”

“After you told me that you were thinking about how lucky you are, it got me thinking. About how you could do so much better. And I thought that if you looked at me long enough you’d realize that and just leave me. So I shut down and shut you out. I’m so sorry.” He starts rocking us back and forth.

“B-But I love you so much,” a whole new wave of tears starts pouring down my face as I think about how much I really do. “You’re the best boyfriend I could ever have. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I thought you were getting tired of me because I wasn’t interested in all the stuff you are.”

“Is that why you learned about D&D? Because you wanted me to like you?” I nod. “And why you came to my show on Saturday?”

“Mhm. Even bought a whole new outfit to match you and everything.”

“Oh baby girl, I’m so sorry you felt like that.” He kisses the top of my head again. “I promise I love you. I could never get tired of you.”

“So,” I sniffle, “who’s Bethany and why did you sing that song to her? I thought that was only for me.”

“Bethany is our biggest supporter. She gave us large donations after our first performance so we could get new instruments. And she specifically requested that song. Some of our audience likes more boring music like you.”

“Hey!” I pull out of his embrace to smack his arm. “Not cool man.” He laughs and cups both my cheeks to give me a gentle kiss, the first one in so long.

When we pull away, we both have huge smiles, and when I look in his eyes, I can see the love he has for me back in his eyes. “So is she still your favorite fan?”

“Not if you’re a fan, Princess.” He messes up my hair but I don’t care.

“Of course I’m a fan. My boyfriend is rocking on a super cool guitar and singing sexy metal music. Which I listened a bunch to and actually really enjoyed.

He lights up even more at that. “Really?” I nod. “That’s awesome! But now I kind of want to see the outfit you bought just for me.”

I grab his hand and drag him back to our cars, “Right this way, Eddie Bear.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie munson angst #Eddie angst #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things angst #Eddie Munson x femreader

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Feeding Alligators 32 - Munchies

Gale is hungry and not for food. So is Astarion, and that innuendo IS intended.

On AO3.

So, y’all nearly lose Lae’zel. Mostly because outta the three options y’all got, “searching for the hidden location of a bunch of lizard murder hobos” sounded like the longest, most involved, and most dangerous one.

Lae’zel takes it about as well as can be expected. She cuts one of her training dummies into pieces with a single-minded viciousness that makes you wonder who’s face she’s projecting onto it.

She does end up staying, though.

Then there’s the western route. Y’all murdered druids so Halsin could have a smooth transition back into power if 1. Y’all even find him, 2. He ain’t dead, and 3. Y’all ain’t dead. Three steps makes this one slightly less of a pain but still not ideal.

So then there’s old Auntie Ethel.

You show Gale the map she gave you, with her house marked on it—damn thing is enchanted and he eyeballs it real weird. There’s only her house and a mark he says is some kinda wayfinder rune stone thingamabob.

To which Wyll chimes in about the rampaging demon woman you kinda roped all y’all into dealing with.

To which Gale puffs up, lifts his hands, and opens a fucking portal.

“Jesus fuck,” you say. “How the fuck long have you been sitting on that?”

“Will it trap us in a stone?” Astarion says, having decided to grace y’all with his presence, though he seems kinda put out by it.

Not long, Gale explains. And also no, on the stone thing.

Gale took a hit after waking up in a portal after the butthole ship went down. Shadowheart and the others chime in with the same. Spells weaker. Some unsteady (Gale says with a pointed look at Astarion, who dodges it) or unusable. Only Astarion seems to have netted positives (which sends him preening for about five minutes).

But their strength is returning, gradually. Gale had felt his magic capacity (“connection with the Weave, Eleanor” so now you’re calling it his mojo) increasing every day. So now he can cast this. Apparently, it connects to that rune stone thing on the map by Auntie’s house. As best you understand it (in between zoning out) it’s kinda a train station (or subway, since it “tunnels between the fabrics of the realms”). Y’all’ve seen weird marks carved into big rocks; those are the waypoints.

You call them teleporters, cause that’s what they seem like to you and you couldn’t follow his detailed explanation all the way through. It ain’t like you can use magic anyway.

As none of y’all want to spend the night at some stranger’s house in god-knows-where, y’all break for the night to settle in.

But Gale catches you before you get far. Up close, you can see sweat on his brow. He’s trying hard to hold himself straight, project calm and coolness as usual. But there’s a strain around his eyes that you ain’t seen before.

“May I have a word?” he says.

Only Astarion lingers, idly swirling a cup of wine near the fire. He looks up as you glance his way, but then you look to Gale again.

“Sure,” you say.

He leads you off a bit, out of earshot of most of camp. Stops at the tree you and Wyll had chatted under.

There, he tries to slap on a smile. But there’s tension around his eyes, and even the smile seems to twitch with effort.

“We’ve been on the road together for some time now, haven’t we?” he says. “Survived some perils, overcame some obstacles. Ever since you were kind enough to pull me from that stone, I’ve seen you demonstrate remarkable guile and generosity.”

This is a speech, you realize. Man’s practiced this. He’s usually expressive when he talks; waves his hands a bit and his face is animated. Here, he’s still and forced-pleasant. You watch him sharper as he goes on; having delivered the opening sentence, he backs that up with exaggerated examples you ain’t sure even he believes.

“In short, I’ve grown to trust you,” he says. And there’s the thesis.

“Okay?” you say.

He waits a pause. Probably expected something more, and when you don’t elaborate, he sort of stumbles into the next part. Uses more words than he needs to (he must be one of those people who get a “five page essay” assignment and turn that sucker into fifteen pages, single-spaced) to get to the next part. “You see, I have this… condition. Very different from the parasite we share, but just as deadly.”

You frown. “What kinda condition?”

Much better than leading with “is it contagious”, which you want to do.

“The specifics are rather personal. Suffice to say, it’s a malady I’ve learned to live with. Though not without some effort.”

Like slamming down both a dirt and a blood potion in the morning. The man makes these for you. He was one of the first of them (Shadowheart being the actual first) who tried to help you. And he cooks for y’all. You owe the man your time and attention.

And then he says he needs a magic item. Which, okay? There’s gotta be plenty of those around Faerun, right?

“I wouldn’t ask this of you if it weren’t vital—dare I say it, critical,” he says. “I may have, ah, pushed it aside for too long, now. The need has become severe.”

You nod, but then catch his glance. You got your arms folded, and your glowing ring lights his face in soft blue in the shade of twilight. Your first, real jewelry. Your enchanted jewelry.

“I know the allure magical items possess. I understand their value, and their power. All this to say: I understand the sacrifice I ask of you, and I promise, you will be rewarded with any and all means at my disposal.”

Again, the flicker of his gaze. The raw hunger in his eyes. Except it’s not just hunger, is it? That’s fear tightening his jaw and drawing a line between his brows.

“What happens if you don’t get an item?” you say.

He loses the last few threads of fake charm. His face goes entirely grim. “It’s already started, I’m afraid. And as you’ve probably noticed. I’ll spare you the finer details, but it begins with simple biological deterioration. Muscle spasms, disorientation, a slight ringing in the ears. And, if left for too long…catastrophe. And not just for myself.”

Jesus on a pogo stick. Only now do you notice the tremor in his hands. The hands he’s carefully left hanging at his sides, rather than draw attention to them as…as he normally does goddamnit.

“Why in the fuck didn’t you say something sooner?” And what the fuck is it about this group of screwheads not letting anybody else know they’re literally starving or like, melting from the fucking inside? These fucking people.

To this, Gale winces. “I don’t intend to impugn what I’ve now seen is your good character…”

“But we’re all a bunch of strangers on a butthole ship. Yeah, okay, I probably didn’t need to ask that.”

A lizard murder hobo, a vampire, and now a wizard with a chronic illness. What the fuck are Shadowheart and Wyll hiding?

You look at the ring. The one good thing in all this. The first actually nice thing you’ve ever had.

But Gale don’t look well at all. And he’s helped you so much in all this. You probably owe him your life, and it’s bad group dynamics to let one of them stumble and fall.

You sigh.

The second you get something nice, the universe comes to snatch it away. As usual.

You try to ignore the way your throat tightens as you wiggle the ring off your pinkie. It’s not even that nice of a ring and it was too small to begin with. And Faerun is littered with more. This was probably their version of one of them quarter machines in a grocery store selling kid’s jewelry. You ain’t gonna get upset over something that small, not when it sounds like this man’s life actually depends on it.

You hold the ring out. His whole face lights up in relief. “Thank you.”

He presses his hands to his chest. His whole body flares in purple light and he kind of grimaces, but it’s the Thanos snap that dissolves the ring to dust what really grabs your attention.

“Holy shit,” you say.

“Yes, it’s quite a sight.” He pants a couple of moments, dry swallows a couple more times, and then sighs as his whole frame relaxes. “H’oh, that hit the spot. I can feel it work. The magic is a lullaby that sings the demon inside to sleep.”

And if that ain’t the most concerning phrase. He must see the “what the fuck” on your face, because he lifts his hands (oh look, he’s gesturing again), and continues. “Not literally. I’m only saying, it has worked. And I am indebted to you, most gracious lady. You can count on me for any aid that you require.”

You…did do it because he makes the potion that keeps your soul from flying off into space. But you also did it because he’s part of the group and you don’t like seeing people hungry or hurting.

“It’s all good,” you say. “How, um, how often d’you need one of them?”

“I was able to wait about a tenday between, back home. I had a steady supply of such artifacts in my tower at Waterdeep, mind you, and I wasn’t gallivanting about the countryside with a worm in my head while fighting packs of goblins. I nearly pushed it too far, this time, and it hasn’t even been that. I suspect I may be down to a hand of days, maybe a few more.”

So about five days, give or take. Swell. Peachy.

Fuck.

“Right,” you say. “I guess we’ll have to keep an eye out, huh?”

The look he gives you is so warm and relieved you have to look away. “I am sorry for asking this of you, but I truly, truly appreciate your help. You do your people credit, Eleanor, to have raised such rare kindness in a person.”

And that’s hitting too close to home.

You nod again, mumble something about heading in for the night. He sweeps down into a both-arms-out bow and leaves you with a defined pep in his step.

He passes Astarion on his way back up, who gives the wizard a single, arched eyebrow.

When the vampire man reaches you, he says, “I’ve known people hungry for power, but Gale takes a bit too literally for my liking. At least I only take blood.”

So he heard. You wonder just how sharp them pointed ears actually are.

Gale needed that ring. You know that, logically. But still, you look to your bare pinkie finger and the cold disappointment sinks into you.

“At least he only wanted that trinket,” Astarion says. “Can you imagine if we’d had to give him something more valuable? Gods, what happens when he needs another one? I’m not donating.”

You try to smile. But too much has happened today, and your own masking game ain’t up to par at the moment. Astarion gives you a sort of pitying look.

“Don’t tell me you actually thought that bauble was useful?” he says.

“Not really. Just, you know. First actually gold thing I ever wore.” And that makes you feel even more pathetic, so time to change the subject and make a joke! “So that means the next one we find, I call dibs, got it?”

He lifts his hands in surrender. Eyes you a second. “Lower class family, was it? Grew up with a single pair of shoes between you and your siblings, and one good dress to visit whichever temple your family liked?”

You huff. “I had three skirts, thank you very much.”

“Oooh, someone’s family was moving up in the world.”

Normally, you’d be down for this sort of game. Teasing is fun when the other person plays into it. But this topic…it’s a little more difficult. And you’d really like nothing more than to crawl into your tent, lay down on your face, and pass out until morning.

You try to smile.

“I’m heading in for the night,” you say. Pause and look him over. He’s a touch paler than he has been the last couple days. A light smear of purple smudged under his eyes. “Have you, y’know, fed on anybody else? Since me, I mean?”

“Haven’t had the chance, darling. Are you offering?” A glint in his eye. You don’t miss his gaze moving down your neck.

“Not tonight, sorry. You took more than my usual donations, I think, and I ain’t really sure how healing spells work when it comes to replacing red blood cells.” At his stare, you veer off into explaining that part of biology, as best you can remember. Then, “But I think in a week, I should be okay. If, y’know, that’ll still help you out.”

He’s on full smarm when he says, “How could I turn down such a delectable offer? Though I’ll be sure to take less next time.”

There’s a slight question at the end of that sentence.

“And I’ll be ready with a potion and some actual bandages,” you say. Last damn thing you need is the whole crew finding your half-bled carcass drooling in the dirt again.

Astarion literally twirls one of his curls around his finger. He’s got such Blanche Devereaux energy.

“Well,” he drawls. “Do let me know when you feel up to it.”

You nod. Lift a hand. “Night.”

“Good night, darling. Do sleep well. I’ll be waiting in my own tent, whiling away the time until I can taste you again.”

Jesus lord.

You consider flipping him off. Decide you don’t wanna take the time to explain that gesture and get into a verbal sparring match over the potential innuendo. Settle for a, “You do that.”

Never has a bedroll been so comfortable.

Which is why you shouldn’t be so surprised when, halfway through a dream involving you and Deadpool (except you were Deadpool?) robbing a steam engine while fighting ninjas armed with a gatling gun, the dream shifts and your soul slams back into your body.

The sudden physicality of it jolts you. Dreams don’t have feeling, but suddenly the air is cool and smells vaguely like…burnt metal? Carbonized steak? You lie flat on your back, staring up at an old screensaver of spinning, LSD purple clouds. And there’s somebody talking nearby. And that voice is vaguely familiar.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion #astarion x tav #feeding alligators fic #plus size tav #demisexual tav #bg3 fanfic #astarion fanfic #slow burn #they're both dumb #it's a goddamn isekai #i'm not sorry

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crevicedwelling · 1 year

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I asked before but I think my ask disappeared, what are your tips for breeding isopods? Specifically, how do you keep your many many cups of isopods? What do they need to be happy in such a small space? (Specifically Armadillidium vulgare and Porcellio scaber)

I'm hoping to breed some of my current colony as I've been getting some interesting morphs (namely that orange one I sent in a while ago), and Australia isn't really somewhere where colour morphs are available - so I want to establish a hobbyist business in it to give other people interesting colour morphs here

Also if I can get them breeding I'm thinking of naming this colour morph "Phoenix"

here is a typical 1/2qt cup setup: ventilated lid, a top layer of leaves to eat, enough bark hides to cover the floor, compacted soil that can’t be burrowed in easily. I offer chunks of vegetable and cuttlebone for nutrients, they’ll get whittled down over time and need to be replaced when eaten or molding. I also put in a reasonable amount of ~40% protein fish food every few days; it will mold if not eaten, so I only feed as much as they can eat in a night.

as for amount of isopods, it’s a balance between the size of the cup, the surface area the bark can provide, and the size of the isopod. stacking bark can double the amount of available space, since most isopods will cling to bark rather than burrow. these young A. klugii are just about overpopulated after their last molt caused a very sudden growth spurt. I’ll probably be moving them to a tub in a couple days—cups really only work for about a year or less before you’ll need to move them to something larger.

here’s one of my tiny cups for baby broods or a single pair of adults. pretty much the same as the above, just on a smaller scale. I’ve probably got another couple weeks with these ~40 albino Armadillidium nasatum before I should move them to a 1/4qt cup. these tiny cups don’t last long at all, but they’re convenient for monitoring isopod morphs for the first few weeks of life.

my reason for using compact soil is so that the substrate can be re-used. isopod poop will gather in a layer on the top, and is easily swept out with a paintbrush or water, leaving behind a clean floor (of course, be mindful of disease when re-using substrate!). in a cup setup, Porcellio & most other clinger/runner type isopods are fine on flat, hard dirt, and the frass layer is good enough for them to burrow in. Armadillidium tend to burrow deeper, so on top of their compact dirt I add a layer of loose granular dirt, gravel, or bark—composition isn’t important, but it gives them a place to nestle without digging up the compact part.

I’ve swept some of the grit to the side to expose the compact dirt here. the babies will live in this and the adults may choose to make burrows to molt here.

the gritty layer can be sifted of frass and then re-used. of course, the compact dirt and the grit layer eventually ought to be changed out, but you can get a long lifespan out of them like this because they don’t get saturated with old frass like an entirely loose substrate would.

good luck with your projects! looking forward to updates on “Phoenix”

#isopods #isopod alchemy #bug keeping

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pupcuck · 4 months

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Haii Cherry Berry, 🐇 anon here, I’m so sorry you’re going through all of this. I’m gonna come off of anon now bc this is all really pissing me off atp. People need to leave you and other dc creators ALONE because I’ve seen not only an uptake I’m harassment but also just plain bullying, telling dc creators to kill themselves and more.

I have a full understanding that not everyone is into the same stuff and that’s fine, because at the end of the day you choose what content you consume and what you don’t consume. Dark Content has always been around in every single fandom and it’s been going on for decades. It isn’t something new, especially sites such as tumblr and ao3, having fandoms that consume dc as some of the biggest fandoms on these sites. If you do not want to consume or see any of this content, simply block the pages that write this stuff when you see it, block certain tags, do not interact with it.

There’s no issue in not engaging in something you don’t enjoy. There is however an issue with harassing people, telling dc creators to kill themselves, calling them things such as rapists, creeps, pedos and more. These names are things that should not be thrown around just because you don’t agree with what someone’s writes. These words are harmful. What is also harmful in my opinion is using the excuse ‘this is harmful for actual victims’.

You may be speaking for yourself, but you do not speak for all victims. Some people find comfort in enjoying content with stuff that has happened to them. That is fine and you should not shame them. ‘Get therapy’ is also a stupid argument as not everyone is privileged enough to just go get therapy. I’m a victim of sa/rape myself and getting therapy is not an option for me. What is an option for me is being able to enjoy dc as it’s a way for me to cope, to deal with it in still healthy and controlled environment as it’s all fictional and I choose to read it. You do not speak for me.

However that doesn’t mean you have to have gone through stuff to enjoy dark content. You can just enjoy it and that’s fine, because you should be able to read/write/interact with content you like without having to justify it. And just because people enjoy dark content does not mean that they endorse those topics in real life. If you believe that then you need to get a grip.

How about instead of straight up harassing people for simply enjoying the like just like you do with the content you like, you aim all of this energy and time towards real life issues that are affecting real life people, like actual victims who need support. Don’t attack people for enjoying a certain type of content when it’s all fictional. Attack people who are doing these things in real life. Harass them instead. Actually do something like that instead of feeding your saviour complex’s by harassing people for enjoying fictional content that you do not have to engage with if it’s not for you.

Sorry that this is super long and that some of this may not make sense/spelling errors but I think it’s something that needs to be said as these people are just purposely attacking you and other creators and engaging in your content to shit on you for it when they simply don’t need to. Harassing you and other dc creators is just rude and not doing anything. Anyways I hope you’re going well cherry, sending you many virtual hugs <3 I really appreciate you and your work, your blog feels like a safe space to me and just like I know it does for many others 💗

HIIII BUNNY ANON OH EM GEE!! and u did not need to come off anon for me omg like .. will fall in love w u and don’t apologise bc all of this makes perfect sense and is so much more put together than anything i could do when im worked up LMFAO it really does feel like playground bullying and it’s just so easy to block like that’s why. the block option is there? and yeah the get therapy argument always comes form a place of privilege free counsellors aren’t .. something u can get easy and almost always there ends up being a paywall I mean ur british so im sure u know all about cahms 😭 the worst thing ever any kid has to go through when it comes to mental health. thank u for sending this again! thank u for sharing what you’ve gone through I love you!

#inbox 💌#🐇 anon #tw sa mention

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baileypie-writes · 6 months

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~🖤Bibury Dating Headcanons🖤~

Fandom: Kira Kira Precure A La Mode

Reader: Gender Neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Warnings: Bibury previously being in a toxic relationship, fear of being alone/abandonment(Bibury), attachment issues/separation anxiety(Bibury), jealousy(Bibury), nightmares(Bibury)

A/N ~ Bibury is canonically 100+ years old, and looks way younger. But, she looks around 15-17, so I think it fits in with my rules. Also, I sometimes see her name spelled as “Vibry”, but I’ve mostly seen it as “Bibury” so I went with that.

~ Bibury has only been in love once before, and the person of her affection ended up being a liar and a cheat who was responsible for her loneliness. The man barely even showed her any affection. So it’s safe to say that she knows next to nothing about relationships.

~ When Bibury has a crush on you, she doesn’t know what to do. She wants to tell you, but she’s terrified that you’ll abandon her if you don’t feel the same. Luckily, you did feel the same, and was the one who asked her out.

~ This girl has no clue what to do once you start dating. You’ll have to teach her how relationships work. Take her on dates, give her compliments, affection etc. It’ll take her forever to get used to being in a healthy relationship though, so please be patient.

~ Bibury definitely has major attachment issues. Remember how she had that doll, Iru, with her at all times? And how she would panic if she didn’t have him? Well congratulations, since she no longer has Iru, she’s now attached to you! She’s never more than 5 feet away from you, and she’s almost always holding onto your arm or shirt. If you suddenly leave without her knowledge, she panics. Like mentioned before, she has a major fear of abandonment. So if she doesn’t know where you are, she’s scared that you won’t come back. But don’t worry, the longer you two are in a relationship, the better she’ll get(as long as you don’t feed into it).She’ll eventually get used to the fact that you love her with all your heart, and that you’d never leave.

~ Her favorite kind of dates are going to bakeries. Her goal is to eat at every single one in town. Be sure to remind her that you have to buy the sweets; she constantly forgets that money is a thing in this world. The first few times you took her to eat, she ate the bakery’s entire stock of cupcakes, leaving your wallet empty. She felt really bad, and had the Pretty Cure help her bake an apology cake.

~ Bibury would go shopping with you, but it’s hard to find things that suit her style and taste. She’s given up on looking for clothes in town. Luckily, the internet is a thing. You had to teach her how to use it, of course. But once she knows the basics, she’s in awe. She can buy gothic lolita style clothes from anywhere in the world? AND they deliver it to her? What?! She doesn’t know how it’s possible, but she’s happy! After that adventure, she asks you to teach her more about the magical world of the internet.

~ She gets shy when it comes to PDA, but at the same time, Bibury wants everyone to know that you’re taken. She’ll hold onto your arm, and she lets you give her affection.

~ Bibury gets very jealous, and she’s not subtle with it at all. She’ll straight up yell at the person you’re talking to, and drag you away from them. She’ll be mad for the rest of the day(unless you buy/make her a treat!).

~ She gets very talkative when she’s with you. You’re her comfort person, so she’s comfortable telling you anything and everything that’s on her mind. She likes how you, unlike Iru, can give actual responses!(Bibury’s been talking to that doll for way too long. Bless her heart.)

~ Bibury is probably one of the most touched starved people on the planet. I honestly don’t think she’s had a hug in 100 years(no, I’m not exaggerating).So please, give her the affection she deserves. She may act annoyed, but in her mind, she’s begging you not to let go.

~ Bibury has terrible nightmares. She doesn’t even have good dreams, she just either doesn’t dream at all, or it’s a bad one. It’s obvious that this messes with her sleep schedule, because of the dark circles around her eyes. It’s gotten worse since she’s gotten rid of Iru, who used to be her comfort item. But you didn’t know just how bad it was until she fell asleep on you, and was basically fighting for her life in her sleep. You told her that she could come to you when she has her night terrors. She scoffed, and said that they “weren’t that bad”, and that she can “deal with them herself”. That very same night, you were woken up by knocking at your window, and was greeted by a crying Bibury. She’s been sleeping in your bed pretty much every night since then.

~~🖤~~🖤~~🖤~~🖤~~🖤~~

~~baileypie-writes

#precure #pretty cure #kira kira precure a la mode #pretty cure x reader #precure x reader #precure bibury #bibury x reader #precure bibury x reader #bibury #kira kira precure a la mode x reader

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tlexx · 2 years

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Lost Heart - Prologue

Summary: Every story needs a happy ending, right? Jake fights to keep the family from falling apart.

AN: Even though it’s the prologue, it’s a must read for the series. So excited to be back with my favorite vampire babies. Updating every Thursday.

Warnings: Penetrative Sex, Oral M!Receiving, Blood, Death

“Baby it’s been three weeks! Three weeks since I’ve changed and you haven’t let me step foot out of this house. I’m going a little crazy.” You threw your hands up wildly in the air as you talked, much to the amusement of your husband and brother-in- law sitting on the maroon couch in front of you. You know who you looked like as you talked so animatedly, yet found it best to ignore that observation that was obvious to everyone else in the room.

Neither one of them have let you out of their sight, afraid that you wouldn’t be able to control the ‘uncontrollable thirst that becomes so painful your stomach turns inside out,’ as Sam explained to you once during one of his melodramatic soliloquies. He made it a point to have a daily lesson prepared for you each day, whether that be speed, flying, controlling your strength, or anything else he found imperative to your newborn vampirism.

Yet, there was one thing he was hesitant in sharing, but you think that had more to do with Jake than anything else. Compulsion, changing one’s memories and thoughts, was something that wasn’t exactly new to you, but it was not the same as what you could do with Jake.

With Jake, he could not defy you, with others their whole reality was shifted and changed. If you willed it, they wouldn’t even remember meeting you or being bitten. After hours of nagging, Sam explained that the family uses it only for feeding. Jake had forbidden any of them from using it for any other purpose, refusing to take anyone’s free will away. You could remember the ping of guilt deep in your gut when Sam told you this, knowing that you had many times taken away Jake’s right to decisions and autonomy. It was something you promised him and yourself that you would work on, asking and never demanding him to do anything. Being a better wife to Jake was of utmost importance to you now, and you hoped that the rocky history you two shared never repeated itself.

“Exactly, it’s only been three weeks. You’ll have plenty of time to get out there.” Jake was draped on his ‘throne’, a black button up shirt only secured to his body by a single gold button and tight black jeans hanging low on his hips, pointlessly wearing an open belt. You found yourself getting distracted by how sexy he looked when he didn’t even try, and you wanted to pounce on him.

That was something else he didn’t allow for the last three weeks, he just wouldn’t fuck you. Jake spent a lot of time with his face buried between your thighs, but hasn’t given you what you needed. You weren’t above begging, and you did. You went so far as getting on your knees a week after your transformation, which just ended up with Jake laughing at you and throwing you over his shoulder before pinning you against the shower wall and making sure you came not once but twice.

He explained that he still wasn’t sure that you could handle it, and you really wondered if it would be that overwhelming. However there were times, when you were mortal, that ended with you in tears because of the earth-shattering sensations that surged through your body after he was done with you. So, even with how annoying it was, you knew listening to him was in your best interest at this point.

“I wanna get out of here, please baby!” You spoke so whiny that it sent a smile to Sam’s face. He still flirted with you, but it was always in a joking innocent manner.

“No.” There was a slight smirk on the corner of Jake’s pretty lips, privy that he was taunting you. “I bring you more than enough to feed, you’re fine.”

“Oh yes, I love that you hypnotize all of these bikini clad girls to follow you to our home.”

“Hey! Sam picks them, I just get them here.”

You casted an evil eye towards the lanky boy, with a newly growing mustache, that you adored so much. His eyes grew wide as he put his hands up in defense, nervous that he was caught.

“You never thought about, I don’t know, bringing a guy back?”

“Tried it for a decade, didn’t stick.”

“And you-, wait what?” Sam looked at you like he said something so obvious to you. The two of you stared at each other with squinted eyes, waiting for the other to speak first, but after a few moments of tense silence you decided to drop it. “We will talk about this later, I have questions.”

“We both will need tequila for that.” You ignored him, turning back to your husband with your hands on your hips. “Can you just take me hunting?”

“Hunting? You want me to take you hunting?”

“Well, duh! Have you not been listening?” Jake’s smirk grew into a full grown devious smile, also resembling his twin.

“Not really. You look really hot when you’re angry.”

“Please!”

“No!”

“Please!”

“Stop begging.” He was sitting straight up now, leaning against his knees watching you through his long eyelashes. His low husky voice had an underlying sensual tone, he obviously didn’t care if Sam was in the room having shared you with him countless times before. Sometimes you did miss those times, but seeing Jake happier and calmer was well worth it.

“I will get on my knees and beg.”

“Oh, now I am begging to see that!”

“Shut up, Sam.” Jake never broke eye contact as he stalked over to you, eyes heavy and that teasing smile still pertinent on his lips. “Do you really think you can handle it?”

He walked behind you pulling all of your hair to one side of your neck, exposing your soft skin to him. You gulped then bit your lip when you felt his warm breath trickle up your skin. “Y-yes.”

“I’m not so sure, baby, you’ve never been the best at controlling yourself.” You wanted to give him a rebuttal, but were too distracted by his lips brushing against your earlobe to say anything. “I think you’d get too greedy, take more than you deserve.”

There was a double meaning to what he was saying, he wasn’t trying to hide it. Jake every once in a while reminded you that he still wasn’t the happiest with you, never obviously but with just small remarks and actions. He had every right to be, and you continued to work so things were better between the two of you.

“Jake, I want it.”

“Want what? To feed?” His index finger ghosted up your thigh, all the way up to the hemline of your very short skirt. “Or something else, baby girl?”

“T-to feed.” You pressed yourself back into him as he continued to explore every inch of skin that was at his disposal.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to lie to me anymore.” His rough laugh sent vibrations into your chest, catching your breath in your throat before you could speak. “Can you listen to me? Follow my directions?”

“Yes, sir.” It felt appropriate to call him that in this moment, and you knew he liked it by the way his hips pressed into your ass.

“Then we will get you everything you have been so cutely begging for.”

You rub your things together, already feeling the wetness that was growing from the gentle touches your husband was giving you. It didn’t take much for you to be turned on anymore, Jake could simply just walk into a room a certain way and you were ready to take him to bed. He explained to you that was a normal reaction to all of the heightened senses you were feeling, basically you were able to smell more of Jake’s pheromones. But you had a different theory, you thought maybe it had to do more with the fact that your soul’s were entirely intertwined now. Jake no longer shared his soul with anyone else, you both felt it. There was a moment when you were laying in bed and a warm rush flooded over you, after that the only thing on your mind was Jake. You could hear every thought, feel everything he felt, and see what he was seeing. After a few days those abilities subsided a little, yet you never have felt closer to him.

“Everything?”

“That’s what I said, baby. You need to start listening.”

“I will, I promise.”

Jake grasped both of your hips, pushing you off of him then turning you around to face him. He lowers his head slightly, so he could look you directly in the eye. “If anything becomes too much you remember what to say, right? Even when we are hunting.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Say it now.”

“Please don’t make me say it, Jake.”

“Say it. This proves that you will listen.” All seriousness of the situation diminished, he was back to strictly teasing you. He raised a single eyebrow and tilted his head while biting back his smile.

You let out a long sigh, throwing your head back while you did. “Twilight,’ you mumbled.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you that well.” Sam was snickering on the couch at the interaction

“Twilight.”

“There must be something in my ears cause I didn’t hear anything. Did you, Sam?”

“Nope, not a word.”

“TWILIGHT! Twilight, twilight, twilight!”

“Ah! There it is!” Jake held your hand between his hands, bringing you closer to him so he could kiss your pouty lips.”Now that you know the safe word, go get dressed baby. Wear something black.”

“You two are assholes, you know.” You start stomping your way towards the sectioned off room of the sunken hotel.

“We know.” The brothers said in unison. Jake tackled his younger brother to the couch, hitting him with light punches and noogies just to add to Sam’s irritation.

No matter how annoyed you got with Jake when he was like this, you had to admit it was your favorite. It took him so long to trust you enough to show that side of him, and you relished in every goofy, silly, or immature moment he gave you. You turn back to look at Jake, he looked so carefree play fighting with Sam, until you really looked at him. Past his smile was a lingering sadness that has been stuck on his features since Josh and Danny rode off that night. Jake was a family man, and would never truly be happy until his full family was under one roof.

‘I love you, Jacob.”

‘You know I love you, now go get dressed baby. No skirts.’

‘But-’

‘Am I gonna have to make you listen?’ You rolled your eyes one last time, even though he couldn't see it you knew he was aware of the action. ‘Oh, so that’s a yes.’

Before you could even turn around, Jake had you tossed over your shoulder, his hand snaking up the back of your skirt to grab at your ass.

“C’mon! We only have a few hours before sunrise!’

“She won’t last very long, don’t worry!”

Sam must have gotten a good view because you heard him let out a low whistle as Jake carried you to the bed tucked in the back corner of the sunken hotel. You heard Sam leave the cave, obviously not wanting to hear or see what was going to occur between you and Jake.

Jake didn’t place you on the bed, rather sat on it bringing you into his lap. Instantaneously, you rolled your hips against his letting out a deep moan from the tiniest amount of friction that you got.

“You let me know if anything hurts or becomes too much, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You brushed it off, thinking that Jake was being overly cautious, choosing instead to kiss and suck down his neck while grinding down on his growing bulge.

“No, seriously. Promise me.”

“Jake, is it going to be that bad?” Your stomach sank, you never wanted the passion and chemistry to diminish between the two of you.

“I don’t know. I just never want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You never have, you have always treated me so perfectly.”

His hands slid against the soft skin of the tops of your thighs. “I love you.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

The cold metal of Jake’s belt buckle scraped up your inner thigh, leaving raised red skin, but importantly caused your body to shudder into his. Goosebumps covered every inch of your body, your toes curled, and back arched as you whined out Jake’s name.

“I haven’t even touched you yet.” He kissed and nipped up your neck between words, smiling at your exaggerated expression.

Your eyebrows were tightly knit together while your fangs were pressing sharply into your lip, making two small droplets of blood fall down your chin.

Jake quickly licked it up, closing his eyes and groaning at the taste of you.

You pushed his chest back with an open palm so you could read his face when you asked his next question. “Will you still bite me?”

“I already planned on it.”

Swiftly, Jake lifted you and turned you so your back was laying on the soft mattress. He wasn’t hovering over you, rather standing on the edge of the bed with a hand on each knee so your legs were spread wide.

“Can you touch yourself for me, baby?” You have done this with him before, however, right now you wanted him so your impairentece was rapidly growing.

“Baby, please, I need you. Not my own fingers.”

“You sound so pathetic baby, it’s hot.” His grip on your knees tightened, and you were excited to see if bruises were going to form now with your new strength.

“Jake, it’s already too much teasing. Please.”

“No, I want you to do what I asked. I want you to listen.”

If Jake was going to make you wait to feel his cock inside of you, you were going to make him suffer. With a bratty huff, you pulled down your pink satin panties to your knees as you stared at him with an annoyed expression. Jake pulled them off the rest of the way, deviously chuckling as he did so.

You raised your eyebrows to ask Jake if he was being serious, in which he just nodded his head toward your exposed pussy for an obvious response.

There was no shyness as you swirled your index finger to gather wetness before bringing it to your clit. You knew your body, not as well as Jake, but you were still able to easily find the pattern and rhythm that you preferred. As soon as your fingers grazed your clit you gasped out, your body flying off the mattress from the speed an orgasm was building.

“Fuck, Jake.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you’re thinking about.” As he spoke, he lazily took off his clothes, keeping his focus on the work of your fingers.

“I’m thinking about you, fucking me.”

“More details, baby.” Once his boxers were thrown towards the hamper in the corner, his thick cock was in his hand. He slowly stroked it, encouraged by the visible wetness that was sliding down your inner thighs.

“You pinning me against the wall and fucking me harder than you ever have before. I can take it now, god, Jake, I fucking need it.”

Your own filthy words elicited you going faster and pressing harder on yourself.

“So needy, baby.” He picked up the speed on himself, matching your own so it was as if he was fucking you instead of his hand.

“I wanna cum, I feel it already.”

“Don’t.”

“But, Jake-“

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“Fuck, baby, please let me.”

He placed his hand on yours, stopping your movements and causing another whine of protest to leave your lips. “Do you think you deserve that?”

“No.” You were honest, you knew you didn’t deserve this from Jake, but you wanted it more than you ever had wanted him before.

“At least you know.” Jake brought his face closer to yours after he made his way to the side of the bed. His free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing hard enough to make you strain for a breath. “I’m going to fuck you for me, not for you. You’ve been so selfish, I’m sick of seeing my cum go to waste down the shower drain.”

“I-I’m sorry.” Your voice was raspy and so meek and quiet, not your normal self.

“Don’t tell me, show me, baby.”

Jake kissed you harshly, forcing his tongue into your mouth to rub against yours. You didn’t fight him in the kiss, allowing him to have complete control over your body at this point.

‘Take off your clothes and get on your knees.’

Something in you didn’t let you protest, maybe it was the pure lust or maybe it was something else, you were too distracted to really think about it.

The hardwood wasn’t the most comfortable against your knee caps as you knelt completely naked in front of your husband. Your hands were politely draped in your thighs as you looked up at him with wide innocent eyes.

“Don’t look at me like you’re a good girl.” He pushed his thumb past your lips, pressing the pad against your tongue. You instinctively began to suck and run your tongue along his finger. “We both know you aren’t.”

He pulled the hair on the back of your head, his thumb popping out of your mouth with a small sound. Jake’s nails scraped along the sides of your head, moving both hands to tangle in the hair above your ears.

His cock was directly in front of your mouth, begging you to take it. You happily obliged, wanting to make your man feel good.

Without the use of your hands it was harder to take Jake fully, but he slowly pushed into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Luckily another benefit of being immortal, your gag reflex diminishes. Once Jake realized this, he fucked into your mouth. His hips collided with your chin with each fast and powerful thrust.

You admired him through the tears brimming your eyes. He looked gorgeous, of course, as he focused on the feeling of your soft lips wrapped around his dick. Jake’s lips were open slightly, allowing you to see his fangs as well. He was feral, finally able to have an outlet for the aggression over the last month.

“I’m so glad this mouth is mine.” You let him use you, like he said this was about him, even though it was your first time actually being fucked. Jake knew you were into this, or else he would have eased up a little bit. He had spent the last three weeks making you feel good, so he deserved this.

“I don’t want to cum on your face, I want to cum in you.”

Your mouth was still full, so you had to respond in your mind. ‘Then fucking do it.’

Jake snapped his hips back, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the top of his dick. He grabbed under your arms and lifted you up with ease.

“Let’s get you against that wall, shall we?”

The two of you smiled at one another, anticipation making the tension between the two of you grow more than you thought possible.

Your legs circled around his waist, arms crossed behind his head as he stepped closer towards the dusty wall.

“Ready?”

“Just fuck me, Jake.”

“I’m trying to- you know what. Fuck it.” He slammed you against the wall harder than you initially expected, growing frustrated by your bratty-ness.

Without warning, Jake thrusted up into your dripping cunt. Sliding in with ease from the weeks-long foreplay he made you suffer through.

Your hands flew to Jake’s shoulder blades, nails scratching into his tan skin hard enough to cut him open. You could feel his blood drip onto his hand, but neither of you seemed to mind as he fastly thrusted into you.

With you being slightly above him, Jake was able to hit deep within you, prodding your g-spot every time he entered you.

His mouth was latched onto your nipple, swirling his tongue around and over it, making it overly sensitive. One of his hands was pulling at the roots of your hair, the other anchoring you to the wall by your hip.

‘Baby, you take me so well.’

“Jake!” His name being called out couldn’t be described as anything other than a scream. Your vision was hazy at best, a white fog clouding your field of vision as your body began to tremble. You always were able to feel every part of him, but now you really felt like your bodies were one. Jake stretched you to the point that every vein on his cock felt like it pushed you a little too far. It seemed as if you could feel every part of Jake, even the parts that weren’t necessarily touching you.

You were breathing so heavy it was as if you just ran five miles, your chest pushing into Jake’s mouth with each breath. Your toes were curled, your heels digging into the small of Jake’s back while he held your sensitive body between him and the wall.

‘Told you you wouldn’t be able to last long.’

“Can you, please-“

You didn’t even get out the question before Jake bit down on your breast, a place he had never bitten you before. The searing pain was the catalyst you needed to allow your orgasm to crash through your body. You violently shook as white hot waves ran from your head to the tips of your toes. This wasn’t a typical orgasm. When you closed your eyes, every intimate moment you shared with Jake replayed in your head, you could feel every moment of pleasure he ever gifted you.

You never had felt closer to Jake, like the last barrier between the two of you crashed down, giving you full access to Jake and his soul.

“Jake!” You repeated his name over and over again, only being able to think and focus on him.

‘Good, baby.’ He praised you, yet Jake wasn’t stopping. He never faltered his pace when you throbbed against his cock. Jake was focused on his pleasure, your clenching pussy was just a tool to get him to his own pleasure.

Your moans were stringing together in a symphony of whines, curses, and his name. You had no opportunity to calm down before the tightness in your stomach began to rebuild.

Jake looked up to your eyes, your blood staining his lips a darker red. His pupils were blown out as he wildly smiled at you with stained teeth.

“Another? Already?” Jake didn’t let you respond, rather moving his hand from your hair to your neck, choking you again. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Mhm.” You were biting down on your lip, gasping for any air that he would allow you.

The two of you were covered in each other’s blood, however, that somehow seemed to make the two of you even closer to each other, something you didn’t even know was possible.

You debated using the safe word as the pleasure started to become painful until Jake’s thrust started slowing down. He was close as well, becoming sloppy and less meticulous with every passing push of his hips.

“I’m there, baby.”

You nodded your head to tell him you could cum at any moment, you never settled after the first one. The hand on your hip traveled between your bodies, performing the same tight circles you did on yourself earlier.

‘Baby, I can’t hold it.’

“Then don’t.”

His light hearted command and perfect fingers was all it took. You couldn’t breath as the waves returned, his own warmth filling you at the same time. His deep grunts and curses were music to your ears, loving that he was experiencing such a high sensation of pleasure as well.

Something you never experienced before happened. When Jake slid out of you slightly, you covered him with how excited you were.

“You just squirted.” He stated in awe. This reminded you that he may be hundreds of years old, but he was stuck in his early-twenties.

A blush spread over your cheeks as he carefully set your body on the ground. You hid your head in his chest, too embarrassed to look at him.

“Don’t be shy now, baby, that was…” he just scoffed as he was unable to finish his sentence.

“Yeah? I have never done that before.”

“I know, but it was really hot.”

Jake gave you a reassuring kiss to the top of your head, an act that was full of love and adoration. Just as fast as it arrived, your apprehension left you. You were left with love and exhaustion from what just happened.

“Let’s get cleaned up before Sam comes back.” Jake walked you to the bathroom all while still hugging you to his chest.

The hot water of the shower ran over your bodies, cleaning the two of you of blood and one another. It was relaxing, a good preparation for the rest of the planned events of the night.

While Jake was shampooing your hair, you found your voice again. “Are you sure I can’t wear a skirt?”

“No, skirts.”

***

You say high in a wide tree protectively between Jake and Sam. Sam was looking at something in the far distance, farther than a mortal could ever see. Jake was watching you watch his brother, tapping his thumb against your naked thigh. Your excitement was palpable, and you were observing every little detail so you could commit it to memory for next time.

“I told you not to wear a skirt.”

“This isn’t a skirt, it’s got shorts!”

Sam looked over at you with a look of judgment borderlining disgust. “You’re wearing a skort?”

“They are coming back! Plus, I think I look cute!”

“Mhm keep telling yourself that, princess.”

“Asshole.”

“Slut.” No one in the world, other than your best friend Sam, would get away with calling you that. It was almost a term of endearment between the two of you, something that took a long time to explain to Jake. He found it disrespectful and many times you had to keep him from ripping Sam’s head off due to the name. Even now, when Sam called you that, Jake’s fingers dug into your skin in annoyance. You soothingly run your fingers over the top of his hand, giving him a gentle loving smile.

‘You’re so beautiful .’

While Sam continued to scope the surroundings for any potential victims, Jake placed his hand under your chin to pull you close for a kiss.

Your lips melded with his, having memorized their shape from the countless kisses he has given you. He broke the kiss, then quickly placed another one on your forehead.

“Are you nervous, baby?”

“Not really,” you shrugged and relaxed against the big branch behind your back. “I’m with you, what could go wrong?”

“Ha! You two don’t have the best track record now do you!”

“Sam, I swea-“

He interrupted you, shushing you before perching himself up higher in the tree so he could stalk the prey that he noticed. You looked between Jake and Sam, waiting for some type of signal to let you know what to do next.

It was eerily quiet, leaves rustling gently in the wind mixing with soft waves crashing against the shoreline being the only sound to fill the midnight air. The moon was bright and full, a single dark cloud obstructing the right half of the only light in the sky.

Footsteps cut through the silence, you weren’t sure where they were coming from exactly yet, but you knew they were making their way closer to you. From the rhythm of the steps, you knew it was two people, one being bigger than the other. You could presume that one was a girl, from the sweet floral scent that found you.

Your mouth instantly started to water from the prospect of sinking your fangs into the skin of someone who had such a strong heartbeat. It echoed in your head, consuming your every thought.

Your vision disappeared, only blackness, as your fangs peaked their way past your full bottom lip. Your breathing increased as you continued to hyper focus on the helpless humans coming towards you.

Unbeknownst to you, Sam and Jake were watching your every move, trying to gauge your reaction to feeding before it even happened.

“Is she okay, Jake?”

“She will be fine…I think.” You could barely notice that Jake’s eyes were burning into the side of your head. He was inspecting you, never really seeing his brother’s react like this, never seeing anyone like this before.

White waves flooded your vision, bouncing off all of the rocks, trees, and logs that littered the sand. Even when you closed your eyes you could still see everything that surrounded you, even Jake. His face was blurred, you were unable to make out the details of his face, yet you knew exactly where he was.

With your eyes closed and head tipped back, you grasped onto Jake’s hand. You were searching for anything that would ground you as the anxiety of the new powers grew within you. You weren’t sure if you wanted this, the terrifying need to feed on someone, because now if you sank your fangs into the couple coming towards you, you don’t think you could stop yourself from taking it too far.

“Baby, are you okay?”

“Mhm, I am fine.” You lied straight through your teeth, too nervous to alarm your husband about the uncomfortable dread that was taking over your body.

“Do not lie to me. What is happening? I know you’re not okay?”

Your muscles vibrated as you fought the urge to jump from the tree. You had to hold on to Jake or else your body would act before your mind could catch up. He sounded a million miles away, the sound of insync heartbeats echoing in your head, drowning out the sweet concern of Jake’s deep voice.

“I, I um, I need.” There was no way you were going to be able to form coherent words as you started to sweat and lose control of all your senses.

“Baby, just focus on me. Focus on my voice.” You were no longer holding Jake, he was holding you. Not for comfort, but to keep you in place while you began to violently thrash against him.

It didn’t take Jake long to wrap his arms around you, keeping you squished to his chest. Sam watched you with concern, waiting patiently to see if Jake wanted or needed his help.

“Please, can you let go of me?” Your voice was strained and wispy, you didn’t even sound like yourself.

“Y/N, you’re going to be okay.”

“Jake, please.” It was slightly louder, yet still quiet enough to go unheard from the unlucky in love couple that was strolling past the tree now.

“We need to get her home, I knew it was too early!” Jake usually never panicked, though with you becoming a rabid shell of yourself, he was worrying for the safety of everyone around, except you.

“I said, let go of me!” Jake had no choice but to remove his hands from you, they flew off of you and folded behind his back.

“Sam, grab her!”

Sam wasn’t fast enough, you were already jumping out of the tree. The sand acted as a soft cushion, but even if you landed on concrete you wouldn’t be able to feel a thing.

The couple froze before you, making it easier to prey on them. You caught a glimpse of their eyes, wide and full of complete horror over the animal-like creature in front of them, before you pounced.

You moved faster than you ever knew possible. In a blink of an eye, you were in front of the shorter woman with shoulder length black hair and golden brown wet eyes. Tears from terror stained down her full cheeks, you could see her remembering her short life until you bit into the side of her neck with a loud squish. You could feel her bones crushing beneath your hands as you squeezed into her arms to keep her still. Her blood gushed into your mouth, tasting warm and sweet. You sucked and gulped, becoming intoxicated from the taste. Her boyfriend, who was still holding her hand, was screaming and pleading for you to stop. You paid him no mind, he wasn’t going to be able to stop you even if he tried at this point.

You could feel her blood surge through you, filling and electrifying your veins making you feel even more powerful. This was a feeling you could get used to, something you never wanted to stop. You felt like nothing could stop you, you could never be hurt again, no one would ever have any power over you.

“Y/N!” Jake’s voice rang in your ears, yet that still didn’t stop you. Sam pulled on one arm, while Jake pulled on the other. There was “Y/N! Fucking stop it right now.”

Suddenly, like a puppet of yourself, you stepped away from the woman. She fell limp on the ground, no longer breathing at all. You had no choice but to listen to Jake, no autonomy at all. With your souls finally becoming one, Jake was able to control you for the first time in your relationship.

Without Josh, you truly were Jake’s truly prophesied soulmate. He was now able to force your actions, like you controlled him so many years before.

Sam focused on the trembling man, compelling him to forget this night, and forget the girl he seemed so in love with. He blankly blinked at Sam then turned and left, completely void of any emotion.

Realizing what you did, that you killed an innocent soul, you fell to your knees with a wail. You were disgusted with yourself, with your ability to take a life so easily.

“Jake?”

“Shh, baby, you’ll be okay. I’ll make sure you’re okay.”

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