#Anyways this is just youngest sibling behavior

[the-insanity-of-mojiru]

One time I saw someone eating breakfast items with their steak dinner at IHOP

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Playing with fire's only gonna get you burned. Unless you're, like, into that kinda thing.

kai parker x reader

summary: things have been disappearing from your room lately, but never would you think kai is the one to blame.

tags: 1994 prison world, friends to lovers, snooping (it's very 'fuck around and find out'), mild argument, sexual tension, touch starved, kissing, touching, playful sex, teasing, fingering, vaginal sex, relatively mild smut, overstimulation, cuddling

word count: 5.5k

a/n: this fic is sponsored by wellbutrin... kidding. but that's the only reason i've actually been able to sit down and focus / write lately. this was requested eons ago, and with the greatest guilt, i'm just now posting it. also, i wrote it in a day. as in, today. i hope it's okay. <3

It started out innocently. A curious snoop in a big, almost-empty mansion, inhabited by two abandoned people left here by their families. 

He hadn’t expected her to go digging around in his stuff, and she didn’t think he’d come home early. Both were wrong. And as the thin material slips from beneath her fingertips in shock, he gives her an indescribable look. His nails rap on the wood of the doorframe and she stands, speechless. 

“Uh…”

“Hey, princess. Like what you see?”

-------------------------------------------------

The Salvatore Boarding House is where you found him. You wandered for some time before running into him and finding his company relieving. 

Of course, getting to trust Kai took some time. You found common ground in the fact that you both were hated by the Gemini Coven. Both had been sent here by them; Kai, sixteen years ago, you, only one, and both had been frowned upon by their families. But while you shared the same enemy, you were afraid for a while that Kai would be an enemy, too, considering what he did to be sent to the prison world. Apparently, as reported by his own tongue and the daily paper, he had slaughtered four of his siblings in an attempt to kill the youngest two. He didn’t feel much sorrow, nor regret, over his actions, and explained his methods of killing with a rather monotone voice. When asked if he’d kill you, he shrugged. 

“No point in doing that, really. It’s not like you can die, anyway.”

And that was that. 

For weeks, you feared him, but he got better as the days passed. Kai’s actually pretty funny and can cook well. And though you’ve never said it out loud, he’s pretty cute, too. Over time, your companionship turns into a friendship. You swap stories about your past and come to understand each other better. As cold as life has made him, you don’t think he wasn’t always that way. The more you grow to trust him, you start to see a side you’re not sure he’s even seen in himself for years. Sometimes you forget you’re all alone in a prison together, save for the fact you’re the only ones there. Sometimes, it doesn’t feel like a sentence for a punishment you both may or may not deserve. 

But lately, something’s been off.

It’s not that anything’s changed about Kai, but more so that it just feels… different. The young witch is the same playful, unserious boy you’ve known for months, but a few times, you’ve caught a glimmer in his eye you can’t quite decipher. He’s a troublemaker for sure, and though you’ve never seen malicious behavior, your head is filling with questions if he’s capable of some other kind of behavior you haven’t considered. 

Basically, things have been disappearing from your closet. Your favorite bracelets, a few lip balms, and clothes, even some you know you threw in the laundry bin. For a bit of time, you blame it on the same-day repeating thing. Maybe the gloss you stole from the department store has just been returned to its original spot to be sold. Maybe yesterday’s pair of underwear went back to the bottom of your drawer. Maybe the shirt you wore when you entered the prison world got swept through some portal back to the real world, because you hadn’t worn it here yet, so it must not be able to exist. 

One morning, ruminating thoughts swirl in your mind as you try to mentally explain the disappearances. It’s a rather new thing - within the last few weeks - and nothing like this had happened in the first couple months you were still roaming the empty earth. 

At the kitchen counter, you must seem lost in thought, because Kai shuffles a pancake off his spatula and onto your plate then nods. “What’s up?”

“My clothes are disappearing.”

“What?”

“Have you ever had that happen to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Out of my room. I’ll toss a shirt in my hamper, and it’s gone. My favorite chapstick isn’t in my nightstand drawer anymore.”

“Weird.”

“You’ve never lost anything?”

“I mean… misplaced things, yeah. But I know I just put them somewhere where I can’t remember where I put them, y’know? Maybe that’s it.”

“Maybe.” You take a bite of the food and smile up at him. “Ooh, perfect! Thank you.”

He returns the smile with a wink that makes you shyly look down. You eat in a comfortable silence, omit the CD player beside you being just barely audible; Billie Joe Armstrong whispers uncharacteristically rather than shouting into your ear at nine in the morning. 

He starts to speak again while gathering the dishes. “Hey, I need to take a quick trip to the store today, want to come?”

“Wait, why? We just went?” You ask, frowning. 

“That house down the street had a cookbook I’m borrowing-” you chuckle at the word choice, “-and I’m gonna try one of the recipes in it, but we need, like, half the things in it.”

You think about it. Going grocery shopping with him is always an entertaining experience, but you were planning on flipping your room inside out to look for your stuff instead. The most recent thing to disappear was one of your favorite underwear sets, and if you don’t find it, it’ll drive you crazy. Explaining this, though, sounds ridiculous, so you make an excuse. With a shrug, “don’t really feel like being cold today.” Despite no one around to operate it, Bell’s refrigerator section stays cold. 

“You have a jacket. Or you can borrow one.”

“You always take, like, ten years in there, and the cold seeps through eventually.”

He gives you a sassy look, but it’s true, so he knows he can’t really argue. “Alright.”

“Plus if you’re trying a new recipe, it’s going to take even longer for you to find everything you need. And then the recipe won’t have enough detail, so you’ll sit there for five minutes, debating if you should use brown sugar or light brown sugar.”

“Okay, you’ve made your point!” You smile in satisfaction. “I’ll go by myself. Won’t take more than an hour.”

“Two, maybe.”

He glares at you, but you only laugh. Kai, by now, is harmless to you. You can poke and prod him all you want and know he won’t hurt you. Maybe if his family put a little trust in him, they would’ve known that, too. 

“I’m leaving in ten.”

“Okay. Be safe from any vortexes that could contain aliens coming to invade our planet.”

He stares at you, then gives a playful roll of his eyes. You laugh. 

~~~~~~~~~~

It doesn’t make sense. You’ve flipped your room about a thousand times in the last hour and nothing, not a single one of your lost items have appeared. It’s actually driving you insane. On second thought, you might be going insane. You know internally that stuff doesn’t just disappear in this world. Some things might return to the way they were before - the Dookie album annoyingly starts at “Burnout” every morning that Kai presses play; the grocery store is always fully stocked, no matter how many bags of chips you take in a single day - but things don’t just get lost. The prison world has structure, in its own extremely aggravating way. If something’s missing, you lost it. 

But you’ve flipped your room three times to no avail. If something’s missing, it must not be in your room at all. You sigh, sitting in the middle of your now-messy room, and think. It is possible that they got mixed up in the laundry with Kai’s stuff and neither of you noticed. Of course, that doesn’t account for your two missing chapsticks, but maybe those were in pockets that ended up in the laundry, too. You crinkle your nose at the thought. If that’s the case, that chapstick and the hoodie it’s in are definitely ruined. 

With the new idea in your mind, you head to the laundry room to check it out. It’s a rather long walk down the hall and to your left, making you wonder, again, whose house - sorry, mansion - this is in the present day, and could they be living here now, in the real world? You and Kai have talked about it before, made bets on the residents’ identities and personalities. Kai thinks it’s the mayor’s, and that he’s some oldish rich guy with a trophy wife, who needed to live far away from his “village” to exude “dominance,” as if this were the middle ages. That, or a thousand year old witch who moved out here to never be bothered. You swear it’s vampires, but he always shakes his head, “that’s not a thing.” You think otherwise.

But regardless of who lives in the house, you can both agree it’s an insane amount of house for anyone. Though, neither can complain about the dungeon in the basement. It’s a nice touch. In fact, every house should have one. 

The laundry room checks out to be clean. There’s not a single sign of anything missing or out of place, and by this point, you just feel like giving up. Maybe the laundry ate them in the way it always seems to eat one sock. Oh well, because the constant search is only stressing you out. You stand there bored for a moment while trying to think of something to do. You could read; the library downstairs must have a thousand different books. Or, you could snoop the mansion. Kai’s shown you tons of stuff he’s found over the years: diaries, letters, secrets. Whoever lived here has quite the story to tell, but those things aren’t always easily found. The letters had been hidden in books, and between closely stacked books, and the most telling diary he’s found was in the floorboard of the furthest room on the right. Surely there’s more that Kai hasn’t discovered yet. 

You decide, then, that the best entertainment will be to snoop around the old Victorian home, because… why not? You can’t settle down enough to read, and when has anyone not had fun digging into other people’s business? After all, that’s what got you sent to the prison world in the first place. 

A part of you is most curious about the dungeon, so you decide to start there when something in the corner of your eye makes you pause. A lock, uncharacteristically on Kai’s bedroom door. It’s odd, considering the openness between you two; you’ve never felt the need to hide things from each other, and you’re not sure when he started feeling differently. You stare at it, curious and a bit hurt, before inserting your nail into the hole on the bottom. Again, you ended up here by pissing off one Parker, what’s stopping you from egging on another? And what would Kai possibly do to you that would hurt you? Like you told yourself earlier, towards you, he’s completely harmless. 

In a couple minutes’ time, you finally free the lock of its duty and push the door open. Inside, it looks normal. He’s always been clean and his room is no exception. You’ve seen it before, when he didn’t feel the need to put a suspicious lock on it, and it looks the same then as it does now. Still… that little weasel is hiding something, and you’ll be damned if you don’t at least peek. You step further inside, leaving the door wide open so you can hear if he comes back. 

To your displeasure, a five minute search yields no secrets. You’ve looked under his bed, in his drawers, and everywhere else that’s definitely invading his privacy, but hey, you were under the impression that there was no privacy in the prison world. You start your way back to the door, but then open the closet you had previously ignored, just in case. It checks as normal, but then… up high, in the corner, sits a little box out of reach. And by out of reach, you mean even for Kai, who’s rather tall, meaning even he would need a stool to retrieve it. Curiosity quickly gets the better of you and you fetch the nearest stool to grab it. Something this well hidden must be fun. And who knows, maybe it’s the residents’ mystery box, and Kai doesn’t even know it’s there? At least, that’s what you tell yourself to excuse your nosiness. 

Though, immediately upon opening it, that’s proven to definitely not be the case. 

A whiff of perfume floods your nose the moment you take off the lid. It’s familiar, and warm, and quickly, you realize it’s yours. Then, your heart drops at the first thing inside - something he should not have, and frankly, shouldn’t even exist -  which is a polaroid of you. Specifically, of you on your side, asleep, bare chested, with your comforter just barely covering your hips. Your spine is the main focus of the shot, but a little bit of your exposed breast shows. You drop it with a gasp. It flutters down and lands in a different place than where you had picked it up, revealing more. Each polaroid in the stack shows more and more of your body in every shot. Sometimes, your breasts are covered by a thin, lacy piece, but more often than not, your top is completely bare. Your comforter, luckily, stays at your hips, and the one or two times it slips further, you’re covered in your favorite floral set, but then you pause. That particular set disappeared a while ago, and now, you think you know why. 

Dropping the polaroid, you remove all the photos from the box to reveal what’s hidden underneath, and oh, does it shock you. Instantly, you eye your favorite set, causing you to swallow hard. Your perfume’s also in the box, alongside all your missing items: your chapsticks, bracelets, and three more pieces of your clothes. That rat. He’s been taking your things the whole time! Then giving no more than a shrug when you bring it up. Kai has been sneaking into your room at night, taking pictures of you and stealing your things, then acting none the wiser in the day. You try to feel angry, but you’re more shocked than anything. 

Hesitantly, you pick up a pair of your underwear, inspecting it as if you can’t believe it’s really there. You roll your eyes in disbelief as it slips off your finger, back down into the incriminating box. 

A knock raps on the doorframe. You freeze; you hadn’t heard anyone come in.

“Hey, princess,” Kai says, standing there, “like what you see?”

Your mouth falls open, a thousand words rising up your throat, but none of them coming out. You were shocked before, but then his sudden entrance and his laidback reaction makes you angry, and when he stands there, waiting for your response, you only find yourself shocked again. Surprised, that he’s found you digging through your stuff, yet doesn’t seem to care. 

That is, unless, the anger is bubbling underneath his fond smile. You know that Kai has an unpredictable edge to him. Sometimes, he’s quiet in his anger and lets it stew before exploding. You’ve only been on the receiving end of it once, ages ago, when you were still getting used to each others’ routines and you got too much in his way. You’ve seen it since then, but not directed at you: his father, mostly; his lack of magic; his misguidance about the world. But sometimes, oftentimes, he’s short in patience and snappy in reaction. He responds to disruption the same way his father does: suddenly, mercilessly. It’s all he knows, after all. 

But the Kai standing in front of you now, watching you, is neither of those things. He doesn’t seem angry or agitated. Caught off guard, certainly, but while that look is interpreted through his eyes, a small smile counters it. You stare a bit longer. Amused is more like it. He’s amused by your reaction. By you finding your clothes in his room and having no idea how to react to it. Initially, his posture held some indignation, probably because you were going through his stuff and had picked the quite secure lock to do so, but any ill feeling dissipates at the look on your face you’re sure is amusing to him. 

You try to replace your shocked look with a stern one. He only laughs. 

“Want to tell me why my stuff is in a box in your room, which was locked, by the way, not sure if you’re aware. Since when do we lock our rooms, Kai?”

He looks surprised by your sudden snap. Good. Unfortunately, he recovers quickly. 

“Want to tell me why you’re going through my stuff in the first place?”

You scoff. “I think the more pressing matter is the fact that you’ve been stealing my clothes! And- and- not only stealing, but look at this-” you toss a polaroid at him as if he hasn’t seen, taken, them himself- “how long have you been lurking in my room while I’m asleep?! Taking pictures of me sleeping? Not caring if I’m literally nude in half of them?!”

“I’d argue the nude ones are the best ones,” he says with a shrug. 

You scoff again. “What would possess you to do this? Why are you taking my stuff?”

“Y’know, princess… What’s funny to me is that your questions are just questions.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You’re asking questions simply to know the answers. A playful curiosity. There’s no anger in your tone, no spite in your words.”

“Oh, I’m angry, Kai. I’m pretty fucking pissed off right now.”

He only chuckles. “Still not hearing it. See, I know anger. Anger’s my father, who has a harsh bark but a nastier bite. You, my angel,” he crouches down in front of you now, “have no bite.”

“Fuck you.” You push his shoulder. He barely sways, but you were kind of hoping to knock him over. You wait a moment, then try again. 

Kai, though, easily predicts your actions and grabs your wrist as soon as it comes within his reach. He holds on with a tight grip and you almost lose your balance. 

“Let go,” you grumble, raising your other fist. It only makes it halfway before he grabs that one, too. “Kai.” You struggle in his hands. “What the fuck? Let go of me.”

“Ah, ah.” He tilts his head to the side, a look that means nothing but trouble. “You were a bad girl to go through my stuff.”

“It’s my stuff, actually.”

“It became mine the minute it crossed the threshold of this house. You became mine.”

“What the fuck does that mean? This isn’t even your house!”

“But it is my prison world. Built for me when I committed a crime so heinous, they felt the need to lock me up. But you… what are you in here for? Stealing a book?”

“It was a grimoire, you fuck. Your father’s. So clearly my crime was equally heinous and they sent me here, too. The moment I got dropped here, this no longer became just your world.”

“You raise a good point. But still, I was here first. And I’m the oldest of my siblings, so I can tell you what to do.”

“You have a twin,” you counter, “who’s probably older than you by now, considering neither of us have aged, and you’ve been here sixteen years already. She’s probably… thirty-eight by now? Probably married, has some kids, a nice house.”

“Stop talking,” he snaps, tightening his grip on your wrists. They burn, but it doesn’t bother you. Egging him on is more fun. The tight cord of his control is breaking. 

“I’m just saying. Oh, and your younger twins, the two you didn’t get to kill. They’re, uh, twenty, now, I think. I saw them, actually, when I broke into your father’s house. They’re both blonde, wherever that gene came from.”

“Y/N-”

“Jo wasn’t there. Not sure where she went. Probably does have a house somewhere. Somewhere far, far, away from fucking Portland. Good for her, that place is a shithole.”

His grip tightens, his body almost shaking with anger now. “Stop. Talking.”

“Or what? Are you gonna attack me?” You put on your best puppy eyes. “Show me your bite’s worse than your bark? Because I’m just proving to you that I can bite. Don’t like it, do you? Yeah, well, I didn’t like finding my lingerie in a box in your room, but I guess we all can’t get what we want.”

Whether it was your words or the sass in your tone, he finally breaks. With a sudden force, Kai pushes your fists into your own chest, knocking you to the floor. You gasp a little as your head hits the wood, but you have no time to dwell on it as he climbs on top of you, pinning your fists now over your head. 

“You want to see me bite, is that it? Don’t think I have it in me because you’ve never seen it for yourself? I can be ruthless, Y/N, I can make you regret-” he pauses, jaw dropping as he realizes you’re giggling. 

“Regret what?” You urge. “Were you saying something?”

“You’re playing with fire, Y/N.” His eyes are dark, but not in a way that scares you. Instead, his pupils are dilated so much they look dark. He stares into you desperately, gaze fighting between your lips and your neck, as if unsure where to attack first. 

“And yet I’m just a girl, laying under a boy, asking to get burned.”

He doesn’t get the quote. It’s after his time. But the message is clear: you’re under him and you’re not fighting to get up; you provoked him enough just to send him off the edge; you were never really that mad about the pictures or the clothes. 

He pauses. Okay, maybe you were a little mad about it. He did go out of his own way to creep across your boundaries. But still… had he not, you would’ve never ended up in this position. You should probably thank him for that. 

You swallow, with difficulty because of the way you’re laying, and his eyes drop to the bob in your throat. He snaps out of a daze. 

It happens before you know it, his lips on yours. He starts soft, waiting for you to reciprocate, and the moment you do, he gets rougher, more confident, as if this is something he’s always wanted, but he’s so unfamiliar with being able to touch, that he holds back at first. 

You’re much less hesitant, though. You offer kindness to him through your words, but you’ve never touched him much, knowing how foreign it is to him. You’ve wanted to give in, to hug and hold him and kiss his cheek before you go to bed, but you were never sure how to bring it up. He’s guarded in his emotions. They’re there, but they’re locked away with a key you haven’t been able to pick. But this, maybe, is the first step. 

You’re not sure when you stood up, or if he picked you up, but in a second, you’re off the wood and plopped down on his bed. The pillow beneath you smells like your perfume and you raise an eyebrow at him. He tilts his head again - no comment. He’s kissing you again before you can say anything, effectively distracting you from the whole thing. One hand props himself up over you, while the other lightly grasps your neck. Both of your hands are tangled in his hair, scratching and pulling gently. You break the kiss, out of breath, and he trails his lips down your neck instead. Your back arches instinctively, and a giggle escapes your throat at a sweet spot. In a matter of seconds, he sucks a bruise into your skin before moving down further. Your shirt, very much in the way, is pulled up and off, followed by your shorts. You copy the action, pulling his own off him and immediately letting your hands explore his chest. It’s only fair, you think, considering all the times he’s welcomed himself to the sight of your body. 

Distracted, you miss him pulling off your underwear until they’re dangling on one finger in your face. You tilt her own head in confusion, then feel your jaw drop as he throws them in the box. 

“Mine.” He winks.

“No! Kai-”

You’re cut off by your own moan, provoked by the feeling of his touch on your bare body. He smiles, clearly pleased with himself, and touches again. 

“Those are mine,” you try to argue. 

“Are they?”

With a new bite, you lunge forward and surprise him, bringing him pause. You take control for thirty seconds, unbuckling his belt and sliding off his jeans and boxers. A gasp escapes his throat, the cold air hitting his cold, now exposed body, in addition to you seeing him for the first time. 

“These are mine then.” You toss his jeans on the floor, but keep his boxers like a prize in your hands. 

His look is unimpressed. “You wish.” He tackles you easily, prying the material out of your hands to ball up and throw, laying you back down, crawling over your body, licking his lips, eyeing you like prey. It happens too fast for you to react, and before you know it, you’re forced back into submission, him dominating easily. 

“Y’know, for someone not used to touch,” you pant, relishing in the feeling of his lips around your nipple, “you sure seem to know what you’re doing.”

“Instinct, baby.” 

“Oh, really?” 

He shuts up any further remark by meeting his body to yours, erect cock rubbing against your clit in a way that turns your brain to mush. “Yeah, really.” You don’t fight back this time. “So easy to please,” he mutters, his fingers moving to your clit at the feeling of precum rising up. 

“Stop teasing,” you whine, growing desperate. 

“Not teasing, princess. Just getting you ready.”

Pressure builds like a coil low in your stomach. You squirm, arching your back and shivering in pleasure, at the same time you mutter, “don’t stop.”

“Don’t move, then, baby.”

You try your hardest to listen, but it’s almost impossible with the way he’s touching you. The long fingers you’ve always admired rubbing in perfect circles. The lust in his eyes as he draws you closer and closer. The wetness on your thigh where his aching cock drips with its own need. 

“Kai-” you cry for a second as he stops. He spits on your clit, then laps it up with his tongue, sucking now, while his fingers open you up below. “Fuck.”

“You okay, princess?”

“Mhm,” you nod weakly. 

The coil’s so close to snapping. You won’t survive much longer, not with the way his tongue works so beautifully against the sensitive spot, and especially not when he looks up at you from his position, eyes still dark with lust, yet focused, as if this is the most important thing in the world. 

“Kai-”

“Mhm?” He asks without detaching. The vibration that it causes is what finally breaks you. With an eager moan, you finally come, the force of it shaking your legs and core. Kai sucks you through it and only lets up when you start begging, “please, please, please, I can’t-”

He ceases, and immediately crashes his lips onto yours, letting you taste yourself in his mouth. 

“You okay?” He asks between wet, open-mouthed kisses.

“Mhm.”

“Alright, good girl. Ready?”

“Please.” 

Of course he can’t deny you when you ask so politely. 

With a deep kiss, he distracts you enough to push in. You take him well until you’re almost full, gasping into his mouth and sinking into the mattress. You squirm a bit more, body reacting to the sudden intrusion, but settle around him soon enough. 

“We’re good?”

“Good.”

“Let me know if you need to stop.”

He starts slowly, pulling out a little ways and pushing back in, kissing you sweetly as he does. But then as your body adjusts and clenches around him, he picks up the pace to an even speed. His mouth drops from your lips to your neck, sucking more bruises into your delicate skin. You keep your hands tangled in his hair, pulling, grasping, moaning more as the pressure starts to build again. 

“Y’know,” you stutter, trying to speak as he thrusts. “Making me come once isn’t going to make up for you stealing my underwear.”

You can feel his smile grow against your skin. “Oh really?” He presses a kiss to your neck. “How about twice? Three times? Four?”

The color drains from your face at the thought of coming four times in one day. You really need to learn to stop challenging him. “I-”

“Yeah, four sounds good. Let’s try for that.”

He has slowed down a little to make conversation, but as soon as his mind is made, he picks his pace back up. His troublemaking smirk stares into you, waiting to see if you’ll challenge him again, then falls back on your neck once he sees he’s won. 

In the end, Kai holds true to his promise and coaxes three more orgasms out of you before his hips stutter. He pulls out and releases on your stomach, panting hard. You lay beside each other, completely exhausted and overstimulated, until he finally drags you up and into the bathroom. In a way, you do win, because he dresses you in his own clothes - boxers and a hoodie - before pulling you downstairs with him. You’re still determined to get your clothes back somehow, but as your eyes flutter sleepily still, you decide to table that for another day. 

That evening, when you settle down for your usual nightly movie, you find yourself laying against his chest with his arm around your waist. He seems more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him, and the noticeable difference makes you smile. 

“If you wanted to touch me, you could’ve just asked,” you half-tease. 

“Hm.”

“I like you, too, y’know.” He finally looks away from the tv, eyes dropping to you instead. “Way before all of this. I’ve had a crush on you for ages.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Fear of losing you?” You shrug. “Not only are we the only people here, but… you’re also the only person I’ve felt ever close to in my life. I didn’t want to do something that would make you uncomfortable, or make you hate me.”

“I could never hate you,” he admits. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “And I think I’m the one who crossed the ‘uncomfortable’ boundary.”

You laugh. “Yeah, you did. You crossed a very big boundary.” You tilt your head and run your tongue across your lips. “But… it doesn’t make me uncomfortable with you. Nor angry. Maybe in the moment, but certainly not now. Actually… it’s kinda hot, now that I think about it.”

Despite his passing nervousness, he can’t help but laugh. “I did say you’d be playing with fire.”

“Guess I should’ve headed the warning.”

You curl closer into him, adoring the way he responds so quickly, running a hand through your hair and dancing his fingers on your skin. It’s easier than ever to relax around him. Right now, this prison world feels like anything but a prison. 

~~~~~~~~~~

In the night, you sneak into his room, polaroid in hand. It’s rather easy, the lock is gone now and his door is cracked open, practically inviting you in. You tiptoe up to his bed, focusing the camera on Kai’s shirtless form and snap a quick photo, snickering to yourself. But then, as the old machine whirrs in action, your target opens an eye. You back up, glancing between the boy in the bed and the door. He groans, laughing on the tail end of the tired sound. 

“Whatcha doing?”

“Karma, baby.”

“Mhm, good try.” He eyes you in a way that sends a shiver up your spine. “Y’know… the way I got so many of you is because I was quiet.” 

“Uh-” You look at the door again - big mistake. The moment your eyes are off him, his arms around your waist. “Ah, Kai!” You screech, head hitting his pillow for the second time that day. 

He positions himself on top of you, practically sitting on you, and takes the camera from your hands. “Tip number one, snap the picture and leave before the camera starts to sputter.” He sets it on the nightstand. “Tip number two, stalk someone who’s a little less obsessed with you. That way, they might not be able to hear your every move.” Before you can reply, he’s kissing you again, with as much passion as he had only hours ago. 

[optimisticmosquito]

What if Shen Yuan was transmigrated into Shang Yuan, youngest son in the merchant Shang family and Shang Qinghua's little brother.

At first Shang Qinghua doesn't put much thought into it. He never did write much of a backstory for the other peak lords, so it makes sense the world has kind of just, written itself? Shang Yuan is several years younger anyways (I'm thinking 7-10 years) so it's not like he has a lot in common with him either. Shang Qinghua even joined CQM when he was barely out of toddlerhood. Shang Qinghua was fully prepared to just slowly fade out of sight and mind in his new family, just like he had in his old one.

Except this kid just really hates his guts? He gets letters regularly from his family, telling him how a-Yuan has been asking about him. But every time he visits the brat just shouts and kicks him around. All out of sight of their parents so he can't even go and complain to them! In their eyes Shang Yuan is their perfect little angel.

Honestly, Shang Qinghua isn't even that surprised the original goods turned into a villain if this was how he grew up. And oops, did he say that out loud? Shang Qinghua peeks down at the rigid brat he's holding under his arm in an attempt to stop him from trying to beat him up. With big eyes the kid turns his head up and whispers "you're a transmigrator too?".

From that day on Shang Qinghua can't help but feel a little bit less lonely, and maybe even a little happy. Who would have thought his number 1 anti fan would transmigrate into his didi! They start writing letters, both complaining about the system, and Shang Qinghua about the sect and his martial siblings. When he starts working for Mobei-jun he tells Shang Yuan everything about it. He even has a reason to go back and visit his family!

Shang Qinhua quickly accepts his responsibility as gege. Helping (or trying to) his little didi grow up to a nice young man and giving tips when Shang Yuan starts cultivating as well. And despite Yuan-di's tsundere behavior, Shang Qinghua knows he has his back as well.

In his own badly written stallion novel, Shang Qinghua finally finds the family he didn't have in the real world.

Now as for pairings. Bingyuan would be hilarious just because I want Shang Qinghua to ask, with a shit eating grin, how long Shang Yuan has been coveting his own nephew. And then for Shang Yuan to try and beat the shit out of him for it.

Jiuyuan would also be an interesting pairing (it can always be a jiuyuan if you're brave enough). Shang Qinghua knows his scum villain is misunderstood and not as bad as the book and rumors portrays him to be. But also he knows Shen Jiu is at least a dozen traumas in a trenchcoat. Does it really have to be his didi helping Shen Jiu deal with all of that? Sure Shang Yuan doesn't seem to mind, but Shang Qinghua also knows his didi makes some really stupid choices if you take your eyes off him. But also he's too much of a coward to say anything to Shen Jiu's face.

Hm, better to keep an eye on that from a distance.

[wetbatinthenight]

OH ALL THR ANSWERS ARE SO INTERESTING!!!

About the older brother, would he also want to infantilize/regress reader? Helping their dad into the effort of bringing his bby sibling back into the mentality they want? Or would he be an unexpected ally for reader into keeping their adult mind? -🐦‍⬛

thanks for the ask! I have so much lore, sometimes I wish I could articulate myself better so I could convey all I want to in a more concise way!

I think in general, in my main concept, that that babying has ALWAYS been a things. coddling your 4 year-old, 8, 10? it starts to have a shift in perspective as you grow older. I think in reality is that the way you grew up has also set these sort of norms in place (even though much of the behavior isn’t normal). your isolated self chucks it up to overbearing behavior because that is all you can make sense out of it. you hear your classmates speak about their parents, and equate their experiences with yours. it isn’t an out of nowhere experience. it just starts to increase as you get older, and the world feels like it is closing in (probably getting more confused and distressed from the behavior, even though you definitely don’t know the language of why and how you feel that way)

overall, no matter my (eventual, very excited) concept of siblings (will be three!) will always have grown up with a similar thought process as your parents. you are just so little, you need someone to guide you and make your own choices. this obviously conflicts with your craving for independence as you age. there really is not an “adult” version of you in their head, not conceptually at least. they are aware of your growing age and how that is impacting your dynamic.

your sibling/s have also grown up with the unhealthy thinking of your parents, although again, mom and dad don’t come off as weird or unsafe. these are the behaviors that have been made to seem normal. when you were born, their perspective changed. maybe it is because you were the youngest, maybe a surprise baby (and their purposeful last). you need to be taken care of. this projects onto your siblings from day one. the ideologies of your parents are deep rooted in the rest of your family from the beginning. of course each sibling has a different perspective of you, all with varying views of independence and infantilization towards you. your siblings live much more normal lives than you, and don’t really see an issues of the way you treated, not in any substantial sense anyway.

in these coming weeks I plan to build a strong structure and go to town with my au, which does have a good chunk of the same takes that I am saying here :)

in the au I will right, this will be a bit different, but I digress.

hope these answers are good! I’m trying my best. I just type my thoughts and submit, so I hope it all flows together :) thanks again!

sneak peak: dad, mom, eldest brother, older sister, older brother, you. that will be the dynamic in the future! it will be more of an au, any more intense?

[hb-writes]

Doting

Summary: When Mia's sudden stomach pain turns out to be appendicitis, the Cullen family's doting nature comes out. Takes place pre-Twilight/ Bella, but not by much (it's the same school year).

Characters: All of the Cullens are present, but focus is mainly on Carlisle Cullen, Esme Cullen, Edward Cullen & Mia Cullen (OC)

Content Warnings: medical stuff - ER visit, appendicitis, appendectomy, surgery recovery

Twilight (Mia Cullen) Masterlist

It was usually Carlisle and Edward who monitored the majority of Mia’s medical needs. It was Carlisle and Edward who did the assessing and diagnosing, determining the need for a visit to her pediatrician or the emergency room. Determining what could and should be cared for by them at home, knowing that she received a fair bit more at-home care than most children did because most kids didn’t have a father and brother with medical degrees. Most kids didn’t have so many people paying such close attention. Most people didn't have so many people close who cared and had the ability to see in one way or another what was going on...

Most people didn't have a Carlisle or an Edward, with their medical degrees and their decades of experience and knowledge.

Most people didn't have an Alice who had visions of the future or a Jasper who could sense moods.

But even so, it had been Esme and her mother’s intuition—her thorough knowledge of her youngest child—who figured out something was wrong with their Mia.

Mia had been quiet when she came home from school, slightly withdrawn as she went through the motions of saying goodbye to her siblings before they left for their hunting trip. No one questioned the behavior. Mia understood why she couldn’t go, but she was always a bit disappointed when the others left her behind anyway.

She first mentioned the stomach ache after they left, declining dinner and informing Esme that her stomach had been off all day. Mia figured it had just been nerves about the science test that was worth 40% of her grade this quarter, and when the test had passed but the unease in her stomach didn’t dissipate, Mia assumed she had caught a bug. It seemed likely—it was flu season after all. 

But the flu didn’t feel like this. It could be awful, sure, but the persistent pain Mia had felt…she knew it was something more. And it was something she couldn’t hide or explain away. She was in enough pain that she didn’t even care to hide it from her mother. Mia was in enough pain that she didn’t fight when Esme announced that they needed to go to the hospital. 

Mia only braced herself against the pain as her mother situated her in the front seat of the car, too engrossed in her discomfort, too desperate for relief to even be bothered about where they were going. 

It was Carlisle’s new resident, a bright-eyed young woman who grew up and attended college and medical school on the other side of the country, moving to Forks 6 months ago for her training, who greeted them and examined Mia while Carlisle was busy treating a farmer who had the misfortune of having his arm stuck in a piece of farm equipment. 

It was the resident who endured Mia’s screams as she gently pressed her fingers to Mia’s stomach. It was the resident who had studied the sonogram images of Mia’s abdomen. It was the resident who explained to Esme and Mia the diagnosis and the prognosis and the next steps. It was the resident who prescribed some pain killers while they waited.

Mia was resting by the time Carlisle was able to get away, curled into the fetal position with her head in Esme’s lap, both of them huddled in the hospital bed.

Carlisle kissed his wife and stroked a cool thumb across his daughter’s flushed cheek before pulling the chart from the end of the bed. He had already been briefed, but he liked to see the blood work for himself. Liked to see her vitals. Liked to be sure for himself even though he trusted his resident’s assessment. 

As soon as the appendicitis was diagnosed, they started the medications—antibiotics to fight the infection and pain killers to help keep her comfortable. 

Carlisle knew his daughter would be fine. They had caught it before the appendix ruptured. She would have a quick surgery and head home. She would recover and have little to show for the whole ordeal aside from a memory and a small scar that would fade to nothing over time. 

“She’ll be okay,” Carlisle said, unsure if the assurance was more for himself or for his wife. “Flanders is a terrific surgeon.” 

Esme nodded at her husband before looking back to their daughter, smoothing back the sweaty hair on Mia’s forehead. Esme had been so grateful when Mia fell asleep, so grateful for the speed with which the IV-administered pain medication had swarmed her daughter’s system, swiftly easing Mia’s torment. But there was a fear that still refused to budge, a worry that had settled itself in Esme’s heart and every fiber of her being. 

Carlisle pulled her to his side and kissed his wife’s forehead, careful that the movement didn’t disturb their sleeping child. Carlisle knew the words wouldn’t be enough to soothe Esme. 

The words…The knowledge that she would be fine…That an appendectomy was standard…easy…None of that had soothed him either. 

The only thing that would offer any relief was seeing their child on the other side of this.

—

The surgery was laparoscopic. Minimally invasive. No complications. She was discharged home on the same day from the recovery room with discharge notes and a prescription for pain medication. 

Mia was asleep on the couch, settled between Esme and Carlisle when the front door burst open, Edward emerging with a wild look in his eye. It was a full minute before Alice caught up.

“She’s—”

“I saw—” Alice began, the words caught in her throat as the vision she’d seen flashed in her memory again. Edward swallowed as it washed over his mind as well. 

“She’s fine,” Carlisle said, his gaze drifting towards the front door as Rose, Jasper, and Emmett came into the room. “Our Mia had appendicitis, but your mother spotted it in time and she’s healing.” 

Carlisle’s words and the sight of their sister sleeping peacefully brought some relief—Carlisle could see the slight change in each of his children as they integrated the information, taking in his assurances. 

Even so, he extricated himself from the sofa and crossed the room to pull her discharge papers from his bag. He wordlessly passed them to his son for review before glancing back at Mia. 

Jasper stood a ways back, but the others had taken up the space Carlisle had vacated, crowding around Mia as she continued to sleep. 

She would be fine. More than fine. While she recovered, she would be cared for and doted on almost too well. She would receive far better care than any hospital could offer.

Carlisle had taken a few days off from the hospital to be with her, but he knew it wasn’t truly warranted. Mia had more than enough volunteers ready to help nursing her back to health. 

“She should be up and moving soon,” Edward murmured as he looked over the papers. “Even if she doesn’t want to be.” 

Carlisle nodded.

“She did a little walking at the hospital before they released her.” 

“How did she do?” 

Carlisle answered through a glance and a small smirk that told Edward his sister had been full of complaints through every step she took.

“Your sister is a terrible patient.”

“And they’ll do nothing but enable her,” Edward said, nodding toward the others. 

“A little doting won’t hurt her,” Carlisle mused, knowing that he planned to dote a little himself. He glanced at Edward. “You were able to go hunting?” 

“Barely,” Edward answered, his gaze moving to Jasper who was still at the edge of the room and keeping a distance. “The others should head back out.”

“And you?” Carlisle asked. 

“I’ll be fine,” Edward answered. “I’ll stay.” 

Carlisle snorted softly. “Go hunt, son.” Carlisle took back the discharge papers. 

“I should—”

“Your sister is safe,” Carlisle interrupted. “And she'll be asleep for a few hours still. And your mother and I are here with her. Take your siblings back out to hunt.” 

Edward looked torn, his dark eyes settled on his sleeping sister. Carlisle’s gaze remained on his son as he watched his sister. 

You can have a turn doting on her after you’ve fed.

Edward glanced at Carlisle. He hadn’t said it aloud, but Edward heard it all the same.

The nourishment will help you better navigate the recovery. 

Carlisle hadn’t said it or even thought it, but Edward knew that what Carlisle truly meant was that feeding would give him a little more patience. Feeding would help Edward navigate his sister’s complaining about getting off the couch and completing her exercises and following the discharge instructions with the least amount of bickering. Feeding would lower the odds of Carlisle and Esme having to play referee. 

What Edward didn’t realize was that Carlisle also meant that before Edward could care for his sister, he needed to care for himself. 

What Edward didn’t realize was that Mia wasn’t the only Cullen Carlisle was doting on. 

Carlisle placed a hand on Edward’s shoulder, squeezing once before he crossed the room and began the process of ushering his other children from the room, communicating the plan to resume their hunting trip to the others while giving Edward the opportunity to approach Mia and Esme on his own. 

Esme gave a gentle smile as Edward approached, sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of them. Edward took the hand Esme offered.

“She’ll be fine,” Esme said. “They all said the recovery should be simple.” 

Edward raised an eyebrow. Esme chuckled, a bit of light entering her eyes for the first time since this ordeal started. 

“Well, it should be simple when it comes to the medical piece, at least,” she amended. 

Edward snorted, barely a sound emitted as he did it, but Mia’s eyes fluttered open anyway, locking on him immediately. 

“Edward?” 

Some tension Edward hadn’t realized he was holding shifted at hearing her voice. Esme released his hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got my appendix out,” Mia mumbled, the hint of a smile on her lips though it disappeared as she shifted position, her face suddenly scrunched up as she winced at a lash of pain. 

“Careful,” Edward said, his hands instinctively shooting forward to steady her. 

“I’m fine,” she hissed, though she was far from it, a small bead of sweat forming at her hairline and a bit of foggy exhaustion creeping in after just a few minutes awake, after just a few seconds of misguided movement. 

Edward gave his mother a knowing look and Esme schooled her features, but Mia had somehow caught it, even distracted as she was with her pain. 

“It’s not funny. I just had surgery and—”

“You’re awake,” Carlisle said gently and as if it was the best news in the world. He offered a smile to Mia as he approached, his sudden presence easily putting an end to a rant he knew would only rile her up. 

“Edward, the others are waiting for you,” he said, squeezing Edward’s shoulder. 

Edward nodded. “I’ll be back soon,” he offered to Mia and Esme before standing and moving slowly towards the front door. 

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Carlisle asked as he took Edward’s place on the coffee table.

Edward slowed his steps as he waited to hear Mia’s answer, hoping she’d give their father a more honest and complete answer than she had given him. There was none of the sarcasm Edward had received—none of the bite in her voice either—as his sister answered Carlisle’s question with a question, her voice small and timid. 

“Can I have some ice cream?” 

Edward stopped by the front door. His instinct was to return to the livingroom and answer. To interject and relay the instructions he’d just read in the discharge summary—she was restricted to clear liquids only for 24 hours post- surgery—but Carlisle answered before he could get the words out. 

“How about a popsicle?” he offered instead, just as well-versed in his daughter's discharge papers as the son who still lingered by the front door. 

Edward didn’t hear his sister’s answer, but he heard Carlisle stand and cross the room, a doting sentiment sent his way as Carlisle walked toward the kitchen. 

Go ahead, son. She’ll be fine.

Twilight (Mia Cullen) Masterlist

[batpromp]

Hi! It's been a while, (updated)

Anyway,

I've been a lil obsessed w B having DID for a bit,

But like what if his personas were separate plp?

What if they were siblings???

Matches as the oldest, Batman, the 2nd child,

Bc the difference is hilarious ngl, ones a crime boss the others a founder of the JL and stands as Vengeance

Brucie as the 2nd youngest,

Brucie and Bats would beef a lot, not sirsly ofc, more like anoying banter,

But Brucie would yap tf outa high socialy gossip, then after that, Bats would make cases to bring said sociaies down

And finally, you have B, The OG, the youngest

____ J O B S ____

Matches; Well known, preferred, feared and revered crime bosses around

Batman; One of the best Vigilantes, one of 7 JL founders and one of the big 3, Gotham's first protector

Brucie; Brucie Wayne, Keeps up their reputation and keeps people from looking into the wrong things via distraction

Bruce/B; Wants to be and is currently studying to be a doctor, he started school late bc he was admitted to Archam when he was younger,

----Ages----

I have 2 versions for this,

Either, they are quintuplets,

That would give a lot of funny creativity space,

Imagine finding out your crime boss looks and is the same age as kim Kardashian/Marilyn Monroe (Brucie Wayne),

or

They can be non-twin siblings,

Matches would be a few years older, 2 to 3, perhaps

I personally would still have Batman and Brucie as twins though,

As I said before, I feel like they would banter a lot, (middle child bonding❤️), plus Batman and Brucie are Bs most used personas in cannon, For me, I just feel like they would be a packaged deal,

Bruce would be 2 years younger, maybe one but that would push it a bit,

----Extra----

They have quite diverse personalities and over all everything aside from looks and DNA,

So, I have developed a head cannon that when they do not want to be bothered or aren't in the mood they pose as one of their siblings

For example,

Batmans communicator going off but he isn't there at the moment, so Matches answers instead in perfect Batman voice imitation.

Brucie getting in trouble and acting as Matches to get out of said trouble. Or Batman needing info and either asking or posing as Matches to get the info

B, shy and kinda awkward, trying to imitate Brucie's social behaviors, Not being able to stand up for him self and asking himself what B would do or trying to get into a Matches like head space to 'toughen' up, (if angsty, the Older ones comfort B later, he's perfect just the way he is, he's trying and that's what's important, every one is different, so why should we shame them for something that makes them unique?)

----personal note----

You guys are welcome to comment and add your own head cannons and ideas! I would gladly read through them, (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

I will be updating this later, hope you all enjoy!

Have a good day!

[yanderes-galore]

Scenario in which platonic yandere Bubba Sawyer has a younger sibling who tried to leave the family and start over, but got caught at the last moment, and Bubba is not very happy about them trying to leave.

Poor you is tired of being a cannibal and just wants a normal life... only for your "older brother" to drag you back. Dubious on if you're blood related to them or just kidnapped at a young age since I feel someone blood related may just stay... but I could be wrong! The ending is so... meh... but we all know by now I suck at endings, right?

Bear Trap

Yandere! Platonic! Bubba Sawyer Scenario

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Overprotective behavior, Kidnapping, Isolation, Violence, Blood, Cannibalism mentioned but this time not graphically described, Forced companionship.

You were getting tired of this life.

Growing up, you never felt you belonged. You were taught to kill, taught to feast... you were taught to behave. However... you never really considered the Sawyers... family.

Not entirely, anyways.

There was only one you really didn't mind. That was the youngest son, Bubba, your older brother. In a way you guessed you... pitied him, often taking most of the family's abuse. You always looked after him, though.

You always checked in... which must be why he enjoyed you.

You were often around Bubba when growing up. He wasn't like the rest of the family, but certainly wasn't innocent either. His... childish demeanor often brought young you comfort. There were times Bubba acted more like a caretaker around the house with you than your other siblings did.

You were never usually away from Bubba, the youngest of your brothers always sticking by your side. Even now, as an adult, he often searched for you. You could never have alone time without the large Sawyer grappling you in a hug.

You felt so isolated here. No matter what your brother's said, you didn't feel... right. You didn't want to eat people, it often made you sick, but it was what you were taught.

You wanted to leave. In fact, ever since you became an adult you've been planning how to leave. The difficult thing as you were never let off the homestead... despite this... you felt it was time to try your luck.

Pulling yourself from your bed and picking your best clothes, you took what you felt you needed (which wasn't much considering where you are) and left your room. The wood of the house creaked under your feet as you pattered your way down the stairs. You flinch at every sound the house makes... but you need to look natural.

You need to look like you're just taking a walk... then pretend to be a victim of your own family.

You pause when you hear rummaging in the kitchen. Such a noise wasn't new, Bubba or Drayton tended to be in the kitchen preparing meat. The sounds made you desperate to be careful, however, as you pushed gently on the outside door.

Then the noises stop and you nearly feel your heart fall to your stomach.

You realize you'll need to play it casual, standing in the open door as you watch the kitchen. As expected, Bubba looks into the hallway with a confused expression. You clear your head... it's Bubba... you can probably sweet talk him....

You see blood stains on his apron and you grimace, his size making him look intimidating. The only reason you can stand your ground is you grew up with him. Towards you... he's a sweetheart... yet still dangerous.

"Hey, Bubba..." You smile sweetly, leaning against the doorframe. "I just wanted to go out into the field for a bit...."

Bubba doesn't seem to believe you, making a noise of protest before stepping closer. You feel a bit panicked yet swallow your fear. No need to make a scene.

"Come on, Bubba...!" You plead, trying to stay light-hearted. "I'm not a little kid anymore... I can handle myself!"

The unfortunate thing with being close to Bubba is one thing... he can read you. As simple minded as Bubba is, he knows you. In fact... you don't doubt he knows about your distaste for the family.

Along with your rebellious nature... you're the most rebellious one there is in the Sawyers.

So, unfortunately, you can tell Bubba doesn't believe your lie again. You feel yourself practically sweating as Bubba comes closer to stand in front of you. You brace yourself... yet your younger brother just offers a pat on the head.

The affection takes you off guard. You don't understand what he's doing before Bubba reaches for your arm, gently tugging you closer before exiting the house. It's then it clicks.

Bubba either believes you're just taking a walk... or just wants to keep an eye on you. Either way you understand your older brother is coming with you. Such a development suddenly makes your plan so much harder.

Reluctantly you allow yourself to be led by Bubba. The large man proceeds to walk you around the homestead and fields... all while you look for a plan. Quietly you plan a distraction, something to get Bubba to look away.

As the walk progresses, you find yourself growing desperate. You try your best to talk sweetly to Bubba... and for the most part he loosens his grip. You're so close... you keep behaving, keep playing nice...

"You know..." You begin, trying to grab his attention enough. Bubba's gaze glances at you, a curious noise leaving him as he watches you carefully. "You were always my favorite...."

Bubba pauses, grip loosening. He makes a pleased and flattered grunt towards you as you flash a smile. Deceiving him makes you feel a bit bad... unfortunately...

You need to leave...

You stop your walk, keeping up the good sibling persona as you raise your arms. Bubba watches you, suddenly excited at what you're implying. A hug.

"I love you..." you smile, but once you're free...

You ditch.

Your sudden dash takes Bubba by surprise. Due to how fond he is of you it was easy to play him for a fool. You hear a distressed yelp from behind you as you make your way to the roadside.

You ignore the slight emotional pain you get for what you did. Instead you focus on your search for the road through the cornfields. Silently you hope the family truck doesn't pull in...

But you learn you have other problems when you hear more distressed sounds from Bubba behind you.

Your escape attempt quickly becomes a hunt as you try to evade Bubba. Unfortunately, Bubba is not only bigger than you... but faster. Especially without the chainsaw.

You try to keep your hope as you run towards the road. You can just barely see the path as you try to push yourself further. You're so close... so close if you can just lose him...

But your escape attempt was dead in the water the moment Bubba saw you.

Big strong arms quickly grapple you. It's familiar yet in this current moment harsh. You squeal as you're tugged back, nearly falling only to collide with a chest.

You freeze, the familiar smell of blood and possible rot making you quiver. You know who this is... and you're scared. Your heart rapidly thumps as you hear irritated yet relieved grunts and groans behind you.

"Hey, Bubba..." You solemnly greet, only for Bubba to tighten his hold and sling you over his shoulder. You've lost your chance... you don't know when you'll have another one... you just hope Bubba doesn't tell your brothers.

You're carried back like you weigh nothing as Bubba carries you. His grip is tight and bruising... like he's scared to let you go. You don't bother explaining yourself.

Bubba wouldn't understand.

You quietly resign yourself to your fate as Bubba reaches the house. It's quiet and tense between you two. You wonder if he'll hold a grudge... if he thinks you hate him.

You don't... not really... but you struggle to explain yourself as he pulls you upstairs and into your room. You hear him grunt and grumble, yet you can also tell his voice is cracking. You just expect him to lock you in your room like a troublesome child...

Yet Bubba just sits on your bed and keeps you in his lap. You don't move when he places his head on yours with soft grunts. You can't tell what he's thinking....

His grip around you is tight, like you're ensnared. You can't struggle against his much stronger hold as he squeezes you against him. You can tell your escape attempt affected him... but he wasn't going to hurt you.

Instead, he acts as a bear trap as he holds you tight...

Treating you like a trapped animal caught trying to run to freedom.

[bwat5-blog]

Just Slapping Down Some More Attempts To Use Jinx Against Vi

**Spoilers For Arcane**

I don't want to make a whole big thing on this, because I've discussed it before as have many others. But I just saw like six or seven posts in a row parroting this weird idea that Jinx is somehow this golden standard that Vi has to live up to. I know these posts of mine sometimes draw some pretty harsh Jinx rhetoric. Let me be clear. I love this character. I think she has quite possibly the most tragic start of any of them and her battle to reclaim her soul and her mind over the course of the story is beautiful and heart wrenching. But man. Some of this stuff I read is just beyond baffling. This is NOT an anti-Jinx post. I am perhaps just too stupid to know how to address these points any other way when they are linking her specifically to other characters.

"You guys think Vi lost any sleep over the fact that Jinx honored Vander's legacy more than she ever did by becoming Zaun's hero, while Vi became as bad as Silco using gas to subdue her enemies?"

Jinx:

Integral part of Silco's operation pushing shimmer into Zaun

Attacked the council murdering three councilors bringing wrath of Piltover down

Unleashes the grey on all of Piltover indiscriminately

Lived in hiding with Isha during the occupation

Was made "The Symbol" because she was who Caitlyn was hunting and the Zaunites were desperate for something to believe in. It isn't because Jinx was a freedom fighter. The show confirmed multiple times over she did not participate before Act 2 picks back up.

Only goes to Stillwater for Isha.

Vi:

Part of team that destroys Chem-Barons (agents loyal to silco) and Shimmer (drug silco unleashed) which Ekko confirms are massive risks to Undercity

Part of team that uses the grey in strikes that are confirmed to be strategic to a pin-point per Amanda Overton.

More Like Silco?........ really?.......

2. "How do you guys think Vi felt leaving her two youngest surviving siblings behind on that bridge to fight while she ran away with her new Enforcer girlfriend?"-

Vi says goodbye as Caitlyn and Ekko crossing bridge

Marcus shoots Ekko and moves to attack Caitlyn

Jinx blows the ever loving shit out of the bridge

Vi runs back to help

Jinx wigs out and tries to kill Vi and Caitlyn

EKKO TELLS THEM TO RUN

3. Some mellow-dramatic wording with some images of little Vi protecting Powder and then angry Jinx looking at Enforcer Vi saying something like: "You used to promise to protect me from monsters. Then you became one" (wish i'd saved it).

A- Not sure she's in a position to judge:

B- Why are they going down there anyway? Of right lol I remember:

4. "Never thought my sister would turn blue belly".

This is frequently used as a "oooohhh get her Jinx" moment. Shortly followed by Jinx justifying her orphaning of children because she's orphaned herself plenty, all taking place in the venue she's chosen to die in. Perhaps We shouldn't be taking her word as gospel here? Maybe?

Honorable mention: "I busted half of zaun out of stillwater while you were passed out in the bottom of a mug!" (paraphrased)- Like I said above. Ignored the occupation until Isha needed her. And Vi was in a just sort of suicidal spiral because of everything that happened to her including Jinx' behavior among other things.

[jujutsukgojo]

The Baby Project Chapter 13

Masterlist

Midoriya izuku x reader

Summary: Only a few more weeks to go, if that. note: fluff, mention of death

You lie on your back with books and papers around you. So far, you’ve finished your homework and submitted the digital versions. All that’s left of that is to turn in the rest. You groan as you stretch on the floor. Right now, Noa is hanging out with his dad, who felt awful about Valentine’s Day and for missing Noa turning six. From what you know, they went shopping and then went to the training grounds. As long as they are safe and you get time to yourself, it’s fine. 

The brat has reached a stage that is almost impossible to handle. He is incredibly moody and has been asking questions. You haven’t come up with a correct answer yet. Because of this, he’s asking for a sibling! 

It’s crazy what he’s accomplishing. He’s like a real kid. Unfortunately, that comes with social behaviors. You don’t know which fucker it is, but one of these little bitches is teaching your kid stupid stuff. Not only that but there’s also something else at play. These little assholes dare to pick on your kid. They’re forming what looks like cliques. Normally, Noa is one of those kids that go as he pleases. He’s the big brother of the group it seems. However, that role is fading. When he first came to you, you couldn’t believe he had a black eye. He hasn’t confirmed anything, though.

You clench your fist and take a deep breath. If you keep thinking about that, you’re liable to barge into every single room and fight somebody. 

Then again, he’s also becoming embarrassed. If you intervene, will that backfire on him? Going up to the bully isn��t right since they’re kids. For all you know, it’s one of the ones who are still quite young. The youngest of the group is still two years old while Noa is triple that. Should you trust Noa to handle it or go to their parents, whoever they are?

Hopefully, Noa tells his dad since he’s tightlipped with you. Who knew six-year-olds could be this way? He must’ve gotten this from his father. Izuku never told Inko about his pain to spare her feelings, if you remember right. He decided to suffer in silence, as always. Even now, he won’t talk if something’s bothering him. But let it be you? Absolutely not.

You get up and pick up your things. It’s a blessing that Izuku and you have managed to be a good team. Although he's busy most of the time, when he’s here he goes full throttle with his daddy duties. They’re practically attached to the hip. You take whatever you can get as far as space. Without distractions, you can tackle homework with ease, not to mention the damn report. Thankfully, you don’t have to have Kaibara with you but damn! Thinking of him makes you want to drop-kick his chest. What would happen if he was involved in the boy’s life? 

You remember how you tried and tried to get him involved. It was impossible to get him to take responsibility. You had a child together, as weird as that sounds. Then, he asked to be involved after all the hell. After the tough stuff where Noa couldn’t speak and tell you what was wrong or when he’d wander off; the sleepless nights and tough mornings; allergies and colds and tantrums; those are just the tip. Especially when he’s still going through some of these things. Imagine if Sen Kaibara looked after him. The same guy who gave the baby to Ken, whom he did not know and was in a dark alley. Kenji Hara, an ex-villain who had a pension for eating his victim’s bones (because of the nature of his quirk’s side effect), was in a dark alley. Granted, he’s the sweetest man you’ll ever meet and a damn good dad now that he’s out of prison, Kaibara didn’t know that. Then again, Kaibara investigated who Ken was and handed Noa to him anyway, without knowing how Ken is as a person now!

Shaking your head, you finish cleaning up the area. Sara, who is battling allergies and has Benadryl on her at all times, walks with Akane. You notice that she doesn’t have Etsuko with her. You’ve come to really like that girl. She’s looking like a mix of her parents but mainly Shouto, surprisingly. From what you’ve heard, she’s a daddy’s girl. The same goes for Mira who just happens to still call Kacchan ‘bitch’.

“You feeling better?” You ask.

“Barely. I hate this season. I hate pollen.” Sara wipes her buttoned nose. Her doe eyes are red and glossy from her allergies. She has a weak constitution, she admits.

You smile at her. She says, “We were just talking about the project.”

Akane takes a deep breath. “I’m getting tired. Sero isn’t helping at all. Well, he did somewhat for a while then it suddenly stopped. He texts and facetimes but everything else just went out the window.” She has bags under her eyes, “As much as I love my son, I can’t do this,” she whispers, “Maybe it’d be better if I knew his dad wasn’t there, y’know? Like, the possibility of a break was impossible.” Akane pats her son’s back as she holds him.

“I felt that way, too.” You stare at her weakened and tired state. Akane has gone through this for a while, probably longer than you did. Sero was more involved in the beginning than Kaibara was but at least you now have support. Akane doesn’t.

“Why not just hand pumpkin-butt over like we did last time. Just go up to Sero and hand him over.” You shrug. That probably happened a few months ago, if you remember right. Eraser nearly had a stroke. There are finals to study for and all-nighters to pull. Sero is going to have to help.

“ Pumpkin butt …” she says lowly.

Sara shakes her head. “That may not be the best thing. They have some pretty intense tests.” Etsuko went with her dad, but Sara never voiced how she felt about it.

“They give them to Mei or put them in a room. I’m sure it’s fine. Besides, it doesn’t have to be during class hours. You can do it afterward.”

Her son groans and rubs his face on her shoulder. He hiccups and sniffles. Akane sighs. “If you’ll excuse me,”

You and Sara share a glance. “Is it Grease Lightnin’?” you tease. 

His blond head pops up and looks around. His face is identical to his mother’s. “Damn it, (Y/n)! You are not funny!” Akane takes off. 

“Mom!” You turn around to see Etsuko come darting towards her mom. You smile at the little girl who is, if you guess correctly, five years old and soon to grow six. They’ve been doing great compared to how they used to. Once they synced, Etsuko’s been on a roll. 

The little girl sees you and makes her way slowly as if she’s hunting you. “Mm…” One day you will not have that damn name.

“Hm?”

She growls and squeezes your legs. You give a fake shriek then laugh. You pick her up and give her a kiss on her cheek. “I was scared for a second, little one! What’ve you been up to?”

She opens her mouth to speak. Etsuko talks fifteen miles a minute. It was a terrible question to ask. Months ago, she used to be so shy and reserved, much like her father and mother, if you’re right about Sara. Geez Louise, she grew out of that quick.

“And then-!” 

“Okay, okay, c’mere.” Shouto takes her from you. 

“But my favorite color!” Etsuko whines.

“You already told us, remember?”

“No! My other one.”

Shouto smiles at her fondly. “You told us that too, thank you by the way.”

Etsuko groans. “No! My one on Tuesdays!” 

You laugh at her insistence. Shouto caves and asks her what her favorite color is on Tuesdays. “I don’t remember now.”

“When you remember, you can tell us. We came here for something else, didn’t we?” Etsuko giggles and goes behind him. She comes up with a pretty bouquet of lilies, five flowers to count, with a Hello Kitty ribbon wrapped around them. Etsuko’s eyes sparkle at her mother’s appreciation. The last time Noa did anything like that for you, he picked some grass and insisted on it being put in a watered cup. He said that they’d turn into budding flowers soon.

Shouto’s eyes find yours. From behind him, he pulls out another gift, this time for you. It’s another flower, a lily. You look at him confused. “What’s this for?”

“It’s White Day.”

Your face is warm. You accept the flower and smell it. You take your eyes off of the flower and away from Shouto lest your internal squeals come out. Etsuko is getting kisses from her joyful mom. 

“Thank you, Shouto.” you poke his foot with yours. “I…I don’t blame you entirely. You are on thin ice, though.”

“Luckily, I’m an expert.” He smiles warmly and subtly plays with the zipper of his hero costume. “I would’ve gotten you guys chocolate.”

Sara picks Etsuko up. “You don’t have to.”

“I wouldn’t mind some, but yeah.” Sara shoots you a look. You shrug and smell your flower again. 

“Um, well, when we went to go get them, we ran into Noa and Midoriya. Noa said I should make them homemade,” you peer up from your flower, glaring at nothing. Sara holds in her laugh, “then went back and said it’d be too much for you.”

Sara howls and cackles. You haven’t moved or looked anywhere else. Shouto rubs his head. “His words, not mine.”

You groan and stomp your way to the kitchen and away from the laughter. The room is empty and somewhat clean. There are a few dishes in the sink and a stain on the counter, no doubt from a classmate’s child’s attempt to pour juice. 

You go get a cup for your flower. “Sugar and vinegar?” you whisper to yourself as you look at the screen to figure out about floral life. 

“Whatcha got there?”

You shriek and turn around. Hitoshi stands there with a devious look on his face, twirling a single white rose in his hand. He’s in his hero suit and lowers his mask. “Well, well, well. Someone’s made you feel more important than you are, huh?”

“Pardon?”

He sucks air through his teeth. “I don’t know if you deserve all of these flowers.”

You lean against the counter and cross your arms. “And why not?” 

“For one, you’re way too bratty. Two, because I wanted to be the one to make such a useless endeavor.” Hitoshi comes to you and holds it out. It’s bright white and hasn’t been trimmed. His hands have gloves that only allow the thumb and forefinger to be bare. Still, he barely misses the thorns that poke through the stem. You grab the flower, nearly poking your fingers. 

“Could’ve least dethorned it or something,” you murmur. 

“Is the princess brat complaining? After all the trouble I went through?”

“From what? You robbed somebody’s grave, didn’t you? I told you to stop that.” You smell the flower. 

“You told me no such thing, liar.” 

You roll your eyes and look around him. “Where’s my main man?”

He raises a brow. “Then what am I?”

“Chopped liver. Now where’s my boy?”

“Kenji’s hanging out with Kaminari’s kid. Guess he’s finally gonna take his shot with her.” Hitoshi shrugs. You can’t remember how many times Kaminari has seen Haru let alone raise her. Does he even know what to do? Even though Haru or Kenji aren’t your kids, they’re still babies you’ve watched grow up and one you even named. 

“How old’s my boy anyway?”

“Four.”

“Wow! His quirk come in yet?” you cut the stem and put it in the vase as well. “At four, they usually pop up.”

“Yeah. It’s mine but not as intense. He makes strong suggestions and he uses that.” Hitoshi opens the fridge and snatches a fruit. “Last night, he suggested I give him a cookie.”

You chuckle. “He’s a cutie.”

“He’s a menace.” His phone rings. He begrudgingly answers it with a mouthful of apple. “Mm, coming.”

He hangs up and begins to walk away. “If you’ll excuse me, princess.”

“That’s Benio’s apple!”

“Put it on my tab.”

“He doesn’t even know you!”

“Put it on yours then.” You scoff.

“Wait, where are you going anyway?”

Hitoshi swallows his bite. “Training. Kaminari’s given the kids to his partner or whatever.”

You roll your eyes. “Go get him and take care of him yourself.”

“I’ll pay the partner, I swear. But we can’t miss this. We need all the help we can get.” He takes another bite.

You tilt your head. “What’d you mean?”

“What I mean is that tomorrow is our final exam. It is a real battle. No handicaps, no breaks, nothing. So, I’m giving Ken to Mei before it starts. We’ve got to prepare, y’know.” He tosses the core into the trash and smirks when he makes it. “We’re studious. If you know anything about that…”

You balk at him. “Excuse you, boy! We are just as studious and our exam is just as important, brat. ”

He sucks on his teeth and then puts his hands up. “I remember. I know. I’m just teasing, little girl.”

“Mhm,” you glare. “Shoo!” you motion your hands for him to go.

“Oof. Don’t make that face. You look like Ken when you do that.” He takes a bow and leaves. Even though he said he was teasing, something deep inside says that there are some of his true opinions in his words. Hitoshi laced his subtle belief in his ‘teasing’. 

You look at his rose and want to snipe the flower but refrain. 

---------------

“Happy White Day!”

You gasp and drop a dish in the sink. That is the second time today! The last time it happened was Hitoshi hours ago. You turn around and see your two boys standing there with big smiles. One is bouncing in excitement with colorful marks on his left hand and the other has a small blush on his face. 

“Whatcha got there?” You point. Noa squeals and looks at his dad. You can’t help but get a little anxious. Not from fear, but from the excitement as well.

“Can I ?” Noa repeats the question several times. Izuku nods, letting Noa run to you and give you a big card. It’s thick and has tape in a few places. You dry your hands and sit on the floor. “Alright, lemme see.”

You open the card and are met with pop-ups. The first page is a big crinkled heart. You laugh. “This is amazing!”

“Keep going!”

“Okay, okay,” you begin to read his shaky handwriting, “thank you Mm,” you glare at the boy, “for everything.” You flip the page and see three people. It’s fragile and mainly attached by tape. 

“Mm, I’m happy.” You try not to cry. “This is us holding hands.” you chuckle and flip the page again.

“Thank you for the Valentimes candy even though they were fake. Oh my God, Noa.” you laugh. You flip the page and out comes a big heart. “You are the biggest heart ever.” 

You blink rapidly and continue to the next page. “You are so nice to me and my friends. You give me kisses and hugs and thank you.” 

You flip to the last thick page. On it is a flower made from pipe cleaners. “I love you!"

You begin to let the tears fall. On the page is Noa’s handwriting continuing the words. The handwriting slowly turns into a different writing. Slightly sloppy but sturdy. “I love you; I love you, I love you,” they continue for the rest of the pages. 

You bite your lip when the card is done with the last words being ‘I love you’. You hug Noa and look at Izuku. His eyes are shiny from tears. You reach to bring him to you so you can hold them both.

What a silly thing to cry over. Your son telling you he loves you and a guy who you are too shy to tell. He kisses your shoulder. He hums and backs up. “Whose are those?”

You look back at the cup. “Are those your friends?”

“No, they’re mine.” He tenses up.

Izuku gives you a closed eye smile. “You should get rid of them.”

“What?”

“I’m serious. You should get rid of them,” his eyes open. “They don’t last, anyway.”

His sweet smile is fake without malice. “Izuku, these are my flowers…”

“Aw, I know honey,” he traces your jaw with his calloused finger, “but you don’t need them.”

You suck in your lips in an attempt to conceal your smile. “Are you jealous? ” Izuku tilts his head.

“Why would I be jealous of disposed flowers?” 

“Izuku…” you look back at them, “these are my first flowers. I don’t want to get rid of them.” You know they won’t last but they mean something to you while they do. 

He relaxes. “You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry.” He cups your cheek. It was very flattering, truly, but these mean something. 

“Noa and I will make more flowers, so you don’t have to worry when those ones wilt."

—--

“So, I have everything on hold. I’m just waiting for your word. Would you like dinner and a movie, just dinner, some dessert, a game-I have everything ready. I-uh-been planning this for some time.”

You smile and shake your head. “We just had dinner.” Tonight, Izuku and Noa tag-teamed and made you your favorite. Noa insisted on doing so since it is his special gift to you. Going to dinner after already having dinner is superfluous. And it’s too late to go to the movies because one: no babysitter. Two: Noa’s bedtime is coming up. Three: there may not be any movies available. And you’ve already played games, including Twister.

He and Noa took a while to get their stuff together which is fine. It’s a special day that was just for you. They made it a homey holiday that centered around you and your wants. 

“Other than a massage,” you don’t know how you feel about that. “I’d like to sleep with you again.”

“What?”

“We haven’t in a while, Izuku. I want to sleep with you again. I want to dream with you.” The medicine you take suppresses your quirk so it doesn’t come out. However, if it has an outlet, you’ll be fine. The problem is that not everyone wants you to be inside their head; especially when there is the possibility of you releasing it. If it were a nightmare, it would be hell to deal with. Yet Izuku trusted you. 

“Will you let me in?”

“You’ll never have to ask me for a thing.”

With Noa asleep and the two of you are cleaned and ready for bed, he lays his head on your chest for the night. Through your bedroom window, the moonlight comes in with a view of the sparkling stars above. He listens to your heartbeat intently and you trace your hand on his back. You wonder what it’d be like to do this forever, even after Noa is gone. You look to where Noa is, in his new All Might bed since he outgrew the other. His toy bin is now neatly filled and closed with only a few plushies and books on top of it, including The Greatest Love Story and your gifted cookbook. 

This will end in a few weeks. Noa will be gone and most likely, no, definitely, Izuku, too. You’ll miss this and what it’s brought. Not just for your quirk to find a release so you don’t have to take your medicine, but for the comfort and joy you have with these two. No, no, Izuku won’t leave after Noa.

“What’s wrong?” Izuku asks. You take a deep breath and pet his head.

“...Did Noa tell you what’s been happening with him?” you hesitantly ask. It’s been bothering you, surely the feeling’s mutual. Izuku sighs and nods. 

“I took care of it.”

“Ah? Who was it?” 

“Mm, no. We made a deal that you would not be included in that situation.” 

You gasp. “Pardon?”

“You’re pardoned.”

Your fingers grasp his curls tightly. He groans but shows no sign of pain. “That’s not funny. I deserve to know.” He chuckles.

“We decided that it was best to not tell you. It’s been handled and won’t happen again.” 

You pull his hair one more time. “It’s White Day.”

He grabs your hand and kisses it. “Happy White Day.”

“No! Izuku, that’s not fair.” 

“Sweets, please.” You groan and close your eyes. You release your hold on his hair, too. In time, you’ll figure it out. It sucks that you don’t know now and that the boys aren’t willing to tell you straight out.

“Are you mad?” 

You pet his head again and answer, “I’ll be alright. I’m just waiting for us to sleep.”

“I’m trying, darling.”

“I am, too.” You know you're going to wake up in a few hours since Noa has this thing of waking up in the middle of the night to stare at you. Sometimes it's because he has to go to the bathroom, wants water, or wants to get into bed with you. Every time it happens it's a jump scare.

Soon after he says, “You have a beautiful heartbeat.” You feel so warm inside. You hug him.

You yawn and settle in. Izuku, without you knowing, fell asleep already. You join him, engulfed in the scent of lavender. Its flowers rise and touch your hands as you walk in the dark. A door’s creak sounds behind you as you follow the noise of a soothing beat. Once again, there is a shape that changes by the second. The surface is soft and warm. Without laying your dream, you go into his one hand at a time. A bright light flashes before your eyes. Your stretched-out hand grabs a handle. 

You look down at yourself and see an outfit that isn’t too far off from your current style. The sun is shiny but it’s not hot out. You’re in front of a house. It’s not flashy or too modern. It’s two stories and looks well taken care of. The door handle in your hand slides the door. You are met with a short hallway with white walls and small drawings on them. Shoes and slippers on one side with a coat rack on the other. Letting the dream take its course, you follow its lead. 

You walk into the house and see a cute setup. Nothing’s messy but it does look lived in. It isn’t something out of a magazine but seems normal. One bookcase is filled with books and another has a few but is mainly filled with notebooks and a few hero nicknacks. The only person to have anything like this stuff is Izuku. 

“Babe?” You walk to the source and see Izuku with an apron on. “I can’t get these right.” he frowns. “Can you take the baby? Maybe with two hands…” He looks different. His scar is still there but his hair is trimmed and he’s a little bigger.

On his hip is a baby with a pamper and a boh-boh in their mouth. There are curls all over their head. The baby looks a little like Noa, just a smidge different and just as plump. You don’t know how, but you know this one’s real. 

“Sure. Oh hey,” dream you say, “the daffodils are turning into roses! I thought they only did that in winter?” 

If you were awake, you’d cackle.

You take the happy plump loaf from him. You’re met with a cheesy grin and a small hand on your face. Your words and actions are from Izuku. The space and dream are his, so you are just going with the flow. There is writing on a few walls and notches on a corner. On that wall, you see your names as the highest notches and a few smaller ones with blurry names. 

“We have to go and dance now.” You see the scene change and disappear into a different thing. You are dressed in a gown you can’t quite see. Some of the faces are kind of blurry as well. 

Izuku takes your hand and dances. Your movements are airy and swift. The only thing you can see is each other’s face.

He's a terrible dancer. 

-----------

Noa and a few other kids lay on blankets on the ground. They played hard today.

You lay on the couch with your head hanging over the arm of it. Benio finished showing Riko his picture albums of Kobeni. She looked so cute in her new dress. She was having a tea party with Benio. Momo or whatever her name is, being a rich girl, got Kobeni an expensive set. It was a beautiful set! However, the girl is a kid. And children break stuff. Of course, Benio had to capture her crying face which she apparently got from her mother.

You listen to the conversations around you. They range from diapers to the Golden Class of U.A. AKA the third-year hero course. When they graduate, the school will mourn and probably throw a humongous celebration in their honor. Knowing the so-called heroes, they will give them all or at least the majority of the credit for the kids. You want to scream about that possibility. Not just about the credit, but all of it. How can they worship some bratty teenagers who happen to have muscles?

“Y’know, what I’m gonna miss about the kids?”

Benio hums. You answer, “I’m gonna regret the things I should’ve done with him. Like, take Noa to the beach or make some snowmen.”

“If I remember right, Deku did make snowmen with Noa.” He must’ve done so when you were working. 

“Okay, the beach. I haven’t taught Noa how to swim. Would the teachers give us permission to use the pools?”

Ema shrugs. “I don’t know, hon. It’s probably too late. Besides, I’m pretty sure the only pool that’s allowed year-round is for the hero courses because of aquatic quirks. It’d be nice to use since it’s indoor, I think.”

You groan. “Maybe I can ask Izuku to sneak us in…”

“Count us, too! We went to the beach but Mira might like to try again.” Sakura adds. She finishes painting her nails and blows on them. “I need a good swim without Bakugou yelling.”

“What’d Kacchan do?”

Sakura’s eyes bug out. “You call him that? Like, you actually call him that?”

“Yes.”

“To his face?” She gasps.

“Why not?” You shrug. You smile at her confused face. There is a light feeling in your chest from having something she doesn't or makes her uncomfortable.

Sakura slumps in her seat and huffs. She quickly recovers. “Oh well.”

You roll your eyes. The door opens and in comes Akane. She takes off her shoes and groans. You notice that she doesn’t have her son with her. She plops on a bean bag chair. She begins to take her textbook out.

“I gave him to his dad, who of course has an attitude about it.” You think Akane may be rolling her eyes. It’s impossible to tell since they’re entirely black. “Figures.” she scoffs. “So I just put him down and walked away.”

What was her baby’s name again? You remember Sero being her partner and the baby taking a while to develop. By the time Noa was a year or so old, her baby was still an infant. In fact, her boy’s still having trouble wetting himself even though he’s about three. His potty training is taking ages.

Suddenly, her words settle in. Your head pops up. “Wait, what is your partner doing?”

“Huh?” She tilts her head, making her long blonde hair move. It’s always been so pretty. It’s platinum, completing her elven appearance.

You sit up. “Is your partner doing the final exam?”

“Um, I don’t know. I’m sure he’ll just give him to Mei. Whatever, I need a break. I haven’t been able to do any homework. By Snipe’s grace, I got the extension.”

“Y-you said you set the baby down. Where did you put him? Does Sero know where he is?”

Your heart is pounding. Hitoshi was very clear on the importance of this final and how dangerous it is. Hitoshi was able to give Ken to Mei before the exam, saving him the trouble and Noa is taking a nap on the floor with the other kids. Izuku didn’t really talk about it other than how nervous he was. He didn’t go into detail on what it really is about. “Toots, you need to go get your baby now.”

“Calm down! I set him in a safe spot, anyway. Sero has watched him before.”

“No, no, no, no! Go get him!”

Everyone stops. “You? You’re saying that? You preach about making them responsible. It’s not like it’s Sero's first time doing this.” Jules points out.

Your breath hitches. “When did you do this?” you shout. “What time? What was your partner doing at that second? Were they waiting?” If Sero wasn’t up yet, she may have time. Then again, you don’t know what’s happening over there. It could be the entire class is in the fight together versus God knows what. It’s a battlefield in an uncontrolled environment over there. If Sero doesn’t know where she put the kid or isn’t careful, there is some serious trouble. 

Your classmate pauses. “Waiting. Why? What’s wrong?” 

“There is no safe spot because it’s a real fight! Go get the kid, Akane! There may not be any time to get to Mei-!”

The door opens revealing an angry Eraserhead. He points to Akane. “With me, right now.”

Akane gets up slowly. “Is something wrong?” in a quiet voice she asks. Eraserhead’s nose flares. He points to the door. 

“Walk, now!”

Akane does as she’s told. His tone scares you. If it is affecting you, it has to be affecting Akane. You ask, “Is she in trouble? I’m sure there is an explanation.” His eyes glow red, whether from his quirk or rage, you don’t know. It sends shivers down your body. 

He turns to look at Akane. “Because of your irresponsibility, your assignment is dead. It can’t be repaired. Now march!”

Akane stops completely as if she is frozen. Her eyes are already completely black but they now look lifeless. Everyone else is gasping and has round, worried, and shocked eyes. No one thought that could happen. How could a child die with a hero? How can they die in the first place? What was exactly said between the two partners? Did he try to save the kid? You can’t bring yourself to speak or breathe. Ema’s sparkly freckles increase and all of Jules’s eyes shed tears. 

A baby died. 

Akane falls to the floor sobbing.

------

IF I DIDN'T GET YOU LET ME KNOW

@reggieswriter

@xoxoangellll @js-favnanadoongi @imas1mpp @candiiee @moodyhuesworld @dinorawrss @luvrluvrr @bigchungusdrinksspritecranberry @d4n1elll4 @4ishere @lunavixia @shortchubbybibi @jazzywazzy859 @kksmush

@ilovespiderghost @lovelyanimesposts @amajikisbabygirl @zennypiee @pinky-simss

[faerghusfucker]

Can I ask what your opinion/perspective is on Sylvain befriending the younger three as kids rather than Glenn who was closer to his age, but who he didn’t seem to have had much to do with?

you can and you SHOULD. thank you anon you’ve given me the perfect question to start spreading my faerghus kiddos childhood propaganda.

TW// sexual abuse

i’m actually of the opinion that sylvain was kinda a latecomer to their friend group because of all the shit going on with miklan. if what ingrid said about sylvain being a flirt since he was eight is true then i think that behavior is a result of some really insane abuse at miklan’s hands, more serious and traumatic shit than what we hear about from him since i can see him repressing sexual abuse like that and not really telling anyone. i can see a lot of the faerghus nobles not really wanting their children to be around sylvain even before he gets his Reputation, because the way miklan is abusing him is very obvious and they don’t want their kiddos being involved with that family. unfortunately with most cases like this even if people know what’s happening they tend to just stay away and not get involved.

now i say latecomer but by that i mean that he didnt know the other kiddos since they were Literally Born. they would’ve interacted whenever their parents had to go to fhirdiad for government shit so they definitely knew who sylvain was and had seen him all beat up from his brother. but i think that after miklan left the house he finally befriended dimitri and felix and ingrid because like. their parents wouldn’t want their kids around someone as dangerous as miklan!!! but by the time he properly joins the group they’re all super attached and enamored with glenn because he’s older and cool and he’s so so talented. now as for your question, there are two more reasons i think that sylvain wasn’t as close to glenn as he was to the younger ones despite being closer to his age.

1) sylvain didn’t think he was in glenn’s league, so to speak. this mixes with another headcanon i have, which is that i don’t actually think that glenn had a crest!! we know from all the crested youngest siblings that faerghus nobles keep having kids until they get a crest, and frankly im not sure whether felix would exist if glenn had a crest. there’s also the fact that he was made into a part of the royal knight brigade (would they do that if he was the heir?????) and intended to be married off to someone with a crest. it just gives crestless lol. ANYWAY sylvain being so hyper aware of his crest might see a super talented, well-adjusted person without a crest and feel some type of way, especially since he DOES have a crest and probably feels like he doesn’t deserve it or live up to the expectations associated with it

2) sylvain had a lil crush on glenn and didn’t know how to cope with it. NOW HEAR ME OUT HERE!!!! the fraldarius family is full of beautiful androgynous men, and i headcanon glenn as having been rlly pretty in a girly way (i will be drawing him soon so you can see the glenn i imagine!!). i think sylvain had a crush on bro and probably just buried it super deep and brushed it off as him just thinking he looked like a girl. either way we know from canon that sylvain is super avoidant and terrified of relationships so i can see him choosing not to spend as much time with glenn bc the things he makes him feel scared him.

IM THINKING A LOTTTTT ABT GLENN RECENTLY SO SPAM MY ASKBOX WITH PRE-TRAGEDY FAERGHUS THINGS OR STUFF ABT GLENN BC IM RLLY INTERESTED IN HIM RN

[horriblengrossstories]

🦂 DEREK GOFFARD: THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING PROBLEM 🦂

Collected. Verified. Archived so that Birdie can stop pretending she deleted them.(mah bad)

Basic Info

Name: Derek Goffard

Age: 27

Height: 5'10"

Nationality: Canadian

Lives: On a massive estate outside a large city

Wealth: Comes from family money; most of his assets technically belong to his father

Occupation: Heir to a multi-millionaire business empire

Public Image: Forced to appear polished, professional, and perfect

Personality

Extroverted, performative, and cruel

Deeply narcissistic and emotionally volatile

Obsessed with dominance and control

Performs charm but lacks real emotional depth

Not as smart as he thinks he is, cunning, not intelligent

Loves slapstick and cruel humor

Mocking, insulting especially toward people he likes

No real friends; confuses sycophants with companionship

Has a monstrous ego and is incapable of real respect or love without major changes

Appearance & Style

Usually very clean and manicured (borderline obsessive)

Wears expensive designer suits due to image expectations

Understands fashion to judge others, not because he enjoys it

Not into earrings or flashy accessories but could be persuaded

Has a large back tattoo that covers old scars from childhood beatings

On vacation (in the desert), he becomes filthy and feral

Family

Eldest son, first in line to inherit

Many younger half-siblings from at least 5 different mothers

Relationship with siblings is terrible — full of jealousy and resentment

Especially hated by Matt, his next-youngest sibling

Envy mixed with cruelty, he's bitter that his father was easier on the others

His father is manipulative, violent, and keeps rotating girlfriends

Derek lives under strict control from his father, financially and socially

Behavior & Habits

Yearly “vacation” to the desert badlands with his secret club of five members

Each member brings a victim

Derek only kills in the desert

His dad suggested these trips to let him vent his volatility

Would continue the trips even if he had a captive at home

Would not bring a second victim would just show photos and describe it in detail

Has had DUIs covered up by his dad

Thinks speeding is fun and rules are optional

Prefers summer: likes heat and watching people struggle with body image

Secretly has a sweet tooth (candy, soda), but hides it

Uses black market connections casually

Obsessed with crying fear, desperation, ugly sobbing, especially

Gets off on control, emotional collapse, and humiliation

Interpersonal Dynamics

Will insult people he likes; the more he insults, the more he’s into them

Has never had a real romantic relationship, only gold diggers, whom he treats worse

Would be massively, obsessively attached to a captive kept at home

Thinks about them constantly

Becomes happier, calmer knowing they’re waiting for him

Doesn’t understand love, but clings to affection like a starving animal

Would mock, angry crying, but be aroused by it anyway

Stockholm syndrome ending involves mutual obsession

The captive falls deliberately; Derek becomes possessive beyond reason

Miscellaneous

Idolizes Machete for being mysterious and respected

Will never eat off the floor himself, but would pay someone to do it for fun

Trained from youth to lie, evade taxes, and obey the family doctrine: “Only results matter.”

Skilled at manipulation, not business

Most of his power comes from obedience and ruthlessness, not competence

Fake-drunk behavior is strategic: carries drinks without drinking, pretends to be harmless

'Bastard frat boy' drunk is more honest and reckless

Doesn’t have a clear aim or self-understanding — just acts on brutal instinct and desire

Does not understand his own emotional needs and has never learned how to seek comfort

Believes nothing is off-limits, which leaves him jaded and bored by materialism

Oops. So, like, I didn’t mean to delete those 40 facts about Derek Goffard. Really didn’t. I was just doing my thing and poof, gone...But hey, now they’re back. And you know what? They’re cleaned up. In list format, you’re welcome. These are real. These are facts. These are DEREK GOFFARD TRUTHS™. All sourced directly from Gato’s blog before it got scrubbed (moment of silence for the blog).

— Birdie🐦

[yoru-no-seiiki]

SERIOUSLY, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI, I WILL FUCK YOUR MOM WHILE YOU PLAY ROBLOX.

link to [part one] for those unfamiliar w/ my yan! cool kid works

@yuiiasathesilly both parents actually. these three come from a relatively affluent family. someone has to pay for all the hairdye yan! cool kid uses. in fact the both are them are kinda disappointed that the boys haven’t been using their resources as much as they want em to. cool kid has abused it the most, having an entire apartment ready for yan! reader to be kept in

@onyanjune mc does have backups! and good eye. the reason why they only deleted it in their phone is cause it’s what they have on them at all times. meaning that they’re giving our prez some leeway instead of immediate action in terms of blackmail.

in terms of their efforts, it’s purely cause they want their integration into the family to be smooth sailing. before yan! loser was an outcast he used to be pretty well known for his rich family, his brothers, and his high grades. yan! reader noticed that he usually kept to himself and suffered a little bit in terms of his siblings outshining him so much so they set out with that plan to make him completely reliant on them. it was mostly a backup that they had for yan! cool kid but he’s too above other people in general to care. same with yan! prez.

they aren’t trying to make their beloved jealous, hell they’d die if they ever accidentally hurt him in any way, shape, or form. yan! reader worships him too much. it’s more of side effect if anything. they do like to pretend as if they don’t think about him 24/7. which is frankly more annoying to yan! cool kid since he can’t exactly threaten/beat up his future spouse like he can with his brothers.

anyways off to our scenario (inspired by @carnivorousyandeere and i’s talk about sex positive/liberal parents lol)

“dad, i’m going to pursue someone from my class.” yan! cool kid leaned back and forth, rocking his dinner chair.

“oh? that’s great son. i was worried that someone as handsome as you wouldn’t put your face to good use.”

“yes yes, your father and i were worried that you weren’t bringing anybody home. all of our colleagues keep talking about how their children have been sleeping around but here we are with your monk of an eldest son and shut-in of a youngest.”

ouch.

“when i found out that all those condoms we bought you weren’t being used for sex i was devastated!”

“right son! and the lingerie sweetie! tell them about the lingerie!”

“mother, father! we’re eating!” yan! president yelled. he was already used to his parent’s lack of respect for privacy. it wasn’t their crude words that made him uncomfortable, it was the fact that his younger brother was coveting what was already his.

but his mother, as always, does not listen, “and we spent a lot of time getting those for you three to enjoy. and for what?”

“well, who is this lucky person?”

“they’re—“

“i’m full.” yan! loser stood up, wiping the food off his face and leaving. the door to the dining room slammed shut with a bang at his wake.

“as i was saying, they’re my classmate. the one whose house i went to before.”

“oh! the one whose pictures you have all over your room.”

“. . . yes.” yan! cool kid almost regurgitated out his drink from their nonchalant invasion of his room. his rebellious instincts told him to scream at them and question their behavior. but if he wanted to get their help he had to play into his role perfectly.

“oh son! just tell us what we have to do, we’ll support you all the way.”

bingo!

or not.

there was one thing yan! cool kid failed to factor into the equation. the fact that yan! president had been doing such a play since before the younger one even learned how to talk.

“what’s wrong, pumpkin?”

yan! president began his part with a gag. an expression of guilt, disgust and a hint of grief.

“it’s just that. . . i was planning on asking them out too.” and then, the tears. “they actually work as the secretary to the council and . . . no one else has been there for me like they have.”

“oh dear.” their mother looks at the two of them in worry. she already knew this was going to get messy quick.

“i’m sorry, dearest brother. i just can’t bear the thought of losing them.”

“you—“ yan! cool kid slammed his hands on the table. now at his full height which causes his chair to fall behind him. his fist pulled back, ready for impact and aimed squarely on the bridge of yan! president’s glasses.

“why don’t we all calm down, okay?” but their father manages to pull him back, overpowering the young man easily. with a smile he eases yan! cool kid away while their mother held yan! president in her arms. “we’ll think of a way for both of you boys to get what you want.“

“you. prepare a room for a new addition to our home.” their mother spoke, her fingers running through her son’s locks “we’re family we’ll get through this together.”

meanwhile under the cover of dark. . .

yan! loser pants, a hand in his pants as he pumped his cock to full mast. his meager, melodic moans muffled by one of your used pe uniforms covered in dried sweat and your scent. his eyes trained at the video of his eldest brother taking you.

he hated it. hated the way you seemed to be enjoying it (you weren’t). but since they looked alike it was the closest he could get to an image of you and him together. even if his brother couldn’t last a few rounds.

he moans one last time as he releases his spent into a condom, swiftly tying and throwing it to the rest of the pile that threatened to spill over from within the bin.

in his post masturbation haze, he wonders how all that liquid would look inside you instead and whines as he feels the blood rush back down there again.

[misscherrys-world]

Welcome back to:

Random things I think about.

Starring: from the k-movie “Exhuma”,

Bong-Gil

Warnings: Spoilers obvs, nsfw, me simping over his tattoos?

First let’s appreciate Lee Do Hyun’s acting skills, he amazed me by his performance switching between the character and the spirit.

So let’s start:

So tbh we thought Bong-gil and Lee Hwa-rim would be a couple and got a little disappointed.

But the chemistry guyssss it’s something about the chemistry.

When you watch the movie it’s not a chemistry between couples but more of a siblings relationship thing.

The way he protected Hwa-rim from the Japanese evil spirit and she didn’t runaway although anyone would’ve done it.

You can’t tell me it’s not a sibling kind of a relationship because if you have siblings you’ll understand my point.

I think no one told him what happened exactly when he was unconscious in the hospital and the evil spirit possessed him. Or maybe they told him he was just possessed, nothing more, no details.

He is either an only child no other siblings or he’s the youngest.

In my opinion the youngest is more open to the spirit world. Not in all cases though.

If he’s an only child it explains his behavior towards the others, very kind and caring because he sees them as his family.

He’s a foodie, you’ll always find him with something to munch on. If it’s not a snack it will be a piece of gum.

It came from his anxiety, his interactions with spirits are sometimes overwhelming and by time he became anxious.

He used to wear earings. You can’t tell me otherwise he will look so cute with earrings.

That man has no idea the girls in his gym are drooling over him every time he walks in, the tattoos and the man bun are so damn good.

Although most of these girls have no idea what does his tattoos mean but they think it’s hot anyways.

When he’s in a relationship he’s a puppy, loyal and would follow his s/o anywhere she goes.

His love language is food, he likes someone? would know their favorite drink and brings it to them out of the blue.

He’s into vanilla sex more than anything else.

His favorite positions are missionary and spooning.

He wants to see his partner’s face in this intimate moment, he loves to kiss and hug them.

He’s talkative too, loves to whisper sweet words.

He’s goofy and laughs a lot when he’s doing the thing yk.

His kisses are sweet and soft. He takes his time in his kisses, and don’t you dare break that kiss he’ll just think you’re mad at him and would overthink everything.

Although he loves his partner so much, he doesn’t talk about them a lot, maybe he mentioned them to Hwa-rim few times.

He’s the kind to blush when someone mentions his s/o.

Overall I think Bong-gil is a sweet, caring and a reliable person. And I’m glad he lived.

So tell me what do you think? Send me your headcanons too, I’ll gladly share them. Have a nice day!

🤍🎀

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

how the six family roles in an addictive household are shown in shameless, season 1

so i said i’d make this post a while ago and guess what? i lied. oops. anyways i finally did it so here you guys go!

also, i’m only doing season 1 here because season 1 is the season where the roles are the most clear. after that, some siblings share roles or change roles. in many, many ways, season 1 is much simpler, as we all know.

i most of my information from this article, and i copy and pasted some of it.

 the addict, is frank. you could also say that it’s monica, however she left the family/household years prior to the start of the show. as the consequences of addiction begin to form, the addicted family member will often portray negative behaviors to others in the family including lying, manipulating, and pointing fingers of blame; frank does all of this in season 1 constantly. he lies about where aunt ginger is, manipulates his family by assuring them that he is sober, and he puts the blame on other members of his family, such as ian or monica. half of the family views him as a nuisance, and the other half views him as beloved.

the enabler, is debbie. enabler’s don’t set boundaries and excuse a lot of the addict’s behavior. for debbie, it’s not that she doesn’t understand frank’s addiction or how shitty frank is, she does (1x08), but she chooses to pretend like things are alright. she loves her dad a lot, and she wants to pretend like everything is okay. she wants to pretend like things won’t go back to the way they are, even though she knows they will. we see her caring for her dad, waking up in the middle of the night to check on him and bring him a pillow, asking him if he’s okay, she cares. nobody else really cares that much. we see her become more of an enabler in season 2/3 especially, but again, only season 1 here.

the scapegoat, is lip. many people would like to argue that it’s carl (or debbie or ian) and maybe later on, but not here. the scapegoat of the family often gets blamed for the family’s issues, usually the scapegoat is the second oldest (!!) or middle child. in many cases, this person feels their purpose is to provide their family members with an outlet for blame. so, they can take on a parent’s and other sibling’s blame in order to protect them from feeling these emotions themselves. commonly, the scapegoat of the family will eventually be unable to manage their anger and act out in avoidance behaviors, often leaving town and not returning. so, yeah, this can be season 3/4 ian, or season 6 debbie or carl, but overall, this is lip in season 1. however, lip doesn’t often take the blame. fiona does. he and fiona share the hero and scapegoat role, and eventually share the addict role, but overall the scapegoat is lip. he acts out, purposefully gets into trouble, and is blamed. does he accept the blame? no, but he gets it. and he goes off to do his own shit often, when shit hits the fan he either fixes the problem or just leaves. lip can’t manage his anger. ever. it’s something he never learns how to do from season’s 1 through 11. he uses avoidance behaviors (such as drinking himself sick) and anger to cope with his family’s hardships.

the hero, is fiona. fiona is basically the definition of the hero, which is: the hero of the family is the one who is most controlling and often a perfectionist. by keeping up with personal goals, they feel they can provide their family with the illusion that everything will be okay. normally, the hero of the family is the first child, as they are the most likely to have a type a personality and feel as though they are a leader to their siblings. because of the position they put themselves in as a leader, they may experience extreme amounts of stress. and, become unable to manage their anxiety. that all screams fiona gallagher. she works multiple jobs, attempts to control everyone and everything in her life, and provides for her five siblings. she’s the firstborn child, and the youngest child literally refers to her as his mother on multiple occasions. she dropped out of high school for her siblings, and basically risked everything for them. they are her life.

the mascot, is carl. season 1 carl is sort of hard to characterize because he’s almost never a very serious character, hell, throughout the entire show he cries like three times. but that unseriousness kind of makes him fit into the role of the mascot. the mascot of a family is the person who may utilize humor to try to resolve tension during family arguments or drama. this may be due to the fact that they require approval from those who surround them due to their fragility. most commonly, the mascot of the family is the youngest sibling. basically, they use humor as a defence mechanism in order to not have to experience the negative emotions which may be brought about by addiction in the family. carl wasn’t the youngest sibling, but he was for about seven years, so it kind of counts. at least at this point it does. carl isn’t as aware as debbie is when it comes to the issues in the family, (1x08), and in the first (or second technically) scene, debbie tells carl he’s almost nine and needs to begin pulling his weight. he doesn’t take on the same understanding or responsibility as the rest of the siblings do, but there is a possibility that he understands and masks it by acting clueless. or, he simply is clueless. who knows. either way, if anyone’s going to be the mascot, it has to be carl.

the lost child, is ian. the lost child is a sibling who may not be as involved in family relationships as the others. this is due to the fact that they may not have shared as much family attention as the other siblings. typically, they’re the youngest or middle child. and, characteristically showcase behaviors like isolation and the inability to maintain lasting relationships as a result of addiction in the family. so, ian obviously does end up maintaining a lasting relationship, blah blah blah, but he literally doesn’t until like the last season so THAT DOESN’T MATTER. anyways. for like the entirety of ian’s adolescent years on the show (seasons 1-4), he is forgotten. he’s the stereotypical middle child, the least favorite, and forgotten. fiona never has to worry about him, monica is nowhere to be seen (but i made a post here that talks about their relationship that you should totally read), and frank hits him and simply doesn’t really give two fucks about him. ian isolates himself from the rest of his family, and rarely is actually at the house. he’s often with kash (a man in his fourties), or mickey or just doing his own thing. he becomes even more of the lost child later on (and eventually morphs into the scapegoat) but that’s irrelevant. ian’s hiding a big secret, ian is rarely home, the most attention ian probably ever gets out of frank is just getting hit or insulted. ian’s forgotten.

liam isn’t on here because he was so little in season 1. but much later on, he takes on the role of the lost child. if you want to know more about this/how the gallagher’s were based on actual people rather than just roles, read this article. i highly recommend it.

[filletedfennysnake]

💛🧑‍❤️‍💋‍🧑 For the ask game :^)

💛 (Sibling Dynamic That is NOT the Orkneys): okay so I know I’ve talked about this in the discord and pretty much all of it is in the realm of Headcannon Land but. daniel dindan brunor. I’ve thought about them so much… daniel, the oldest brother and the favorite, the only cis man and therefore the only child who could live up to his father’s expectations. dinadan, the middle child who can’t win– when he tries to apply himself to knightly activities, his father attribute his failures to his being intersex, and when he engages in things he actually enjoys (like music), his father insists he should stop because it’s not ‘manly’ (never mind that most knights know how to play an instrument). And baby brunor, the ‘daughter’ who knows he can never be open about himself so long as his father is alive, but secretly wishes to earn his respect. They’re probably equally spaced in age (maybe like a five year difference? Their mother probably had a lot of children but only they made it to adulthood), although dinadan and brunor are closer since dinadan basically raised him after their mother died in childbirth. dinadan was the more involved, naggy older brother who made sure that brunor ate and slept and had fitting clothes, whereas daniel was the detached, cooler older brother who taught him jousting and swordplay. daniel left home to go questing at a rather early age because he just. couldn’t take living with his father anymore (the guilt of leaving dinadan and brunor behind would never really leave him). dinadan got kicked out of the household some years later. After brunor sr. died (may or may not have been at the hands of his youngest son and not lancelot, as is so often claimed) brunor took his name, pronouns, and coat and set off into the world. what else. I think all three siblings have a weird relationship with dagonet. brunor thinks they’re in an age-gap situationship (They’re not. They’re the same age), dinadan has an antagonistic rivalry with him concerning who’s the Silliest Guy (dagonet thinks they’re flirting, but dinadan actually just. genuinely hates him). daniel had a fling with him once. dagonet only realized that all three of them were related years after the fact

🧑‍❤️‍💋‍🧑 (Crack Ship): there’s a fic that lives entirely in my head wherein enide and griflet are forced to spend the night in a spooky, secluded manor. a little will-they-won’t-they interspersed by flashbacks about eric’s shitty behavior (which build off each other– there’s a narrative happening in the present, in which enide has her own agency and is traveling with a dear friend who respects her, and one in the past, in which she’s. well basically I think eric abused her. god I’m so glad we all hate him). it would be a short fic; three chapters max. the climax would be 1) learning that enide killed eric with a dagger a couple years ago, with griflet helping her hide the body and 2) enide and griflet having sex. and then they would stay friends and not mention it ever again… anyway I think the dynamic would be neat. in erec et enide, griflet becomes a good pal of eric’s (at least I think that’s griflet. chretien used a spelling variation yet in gerald morris’ retelling, the sidekick guy is griflet sooo). but what if over time he realized just how badly eric was treating her? what if he kept hanging out with them because he was trying, in a confused and misaligned way, to protect her from eric’s attention. what if it got to the point where he considered killing eric himself. what if when she came to him one night crying and shaking and covered in eric’s blood he held her and told her how brave she was. and he burned the body himself and took her to camelot where he knew she’d get the necessary support as a widow. and he visits her over the years and starts brimming with feelings– romantic, platonic, sexual, he doesn’t even know– for the vibrant, funny, acerbic person she’s become after being freed from eric’s grip. and she starts thinking about him too, that silly, earnest man that she’s known for so many years. her friend! one of the few people who stood for her when it counted. but at the same time, she’s only just started allowing herself to want things again– food and respect and attention that doesn’t end in insults or bruises. the right to give as much of yourself as you want to another person, to not have everything taken from you by force. and that night at the manor, she realizes she’s ready to want him. and. and. and. anyway. I think enide/guinevere is objectively a better ship: griflet/enide is crack and not endgame for a reason. I do think there would be some ‘I didn’t help you then so I can’t possibly take advantage of you now’ versus ‘you see me mostly as a thing to protect yet in the end I had to save myself’ that would uh. yeah I don’t think they’d realistically be able to work through that. but it came to me in a dream and I want to believe it happened, however briefly. also I imagine that enide was finally able to gain a lot of weight after she killed eric, and I’m a big believer in giant woman/man who fits in her lap

[livvy-fallen]

More animalistic headcannons about the demon bros and demons behavior in general because my hunger (just like Beelzebub) can never be filled. I hope I feed you well my children.

Do I even have to say it is Segestive?

So last time I briefly talked about mating calles. And I stay firm on that. Not only that but I one up that. And that's by the fact I believe that there's demonic language which to humans just sound like hisses, growling and chrips. There is 9 versions of demonic tounges. Of course the 7 sins each is a different animal so it makes sense? And 2 is the general like one that everyone that is devil born can read and write in if taught. Then theres a version for royals. If your like Solomon you can only speak a few words before you throat starts to bleed. It's to harsh for human vocal cords. It rips them apart.

However that doesn't mean you can't copy the specific animals. Only a couple words without any chancees with your vocal cords being ripped apart. After all their just animal noises , humans can mimic that anyways. For example if you hear Levi hiss you can copy it without much issue.

Now lets talk about how demons are fucking SCARYYYY

Because they are still man-eating demons. They have environment changes to eat humans. No matter what that's still hardwired into their system and never will leave. So yes do no worry if you see a pair of bright purple eyes looking at you at nighttime. Ignore how you can't move, it's just the 7th born's demon powers causing sleep paralysis. To them it's just a future meal he can share with his family. Don't worry, he was only checking on the human. he would never eat your soul... Let's hope yes? Just ignore the scratching on the walls you're ears pick up when Lucifer has to lock him away... Again.Don't question why you feel their sins often. Their not doing it on purpose... Most times.

Ignore when you hear their voice and you go to the room and see their not their. Probably on the ceiling. They forget that human just can't decide that being on the floor is so boring and love the wall.

For demons they are very unaware that humans aren't used to seeing demons or don't have the same strength. It also goes through same way for humans. Demons don't have what we consider adrenaline.. Well they do but not exactly. They can push themselves harder when they are in panic but it doesn't wear off like ours. It also isn't as good as what humans ares. Demons are strong anyways they can use more power then needed so they don't really have any their bodies can take all of their power unlike how we restrain ours so their brain doesn't really go past it's limites when adrenaline is added. So imagine their shock when you were in the underground tomb and as your going to get murdered you can suddenly pick up Beelzebub and Luke and run like fuck to get them safe.

It probably also surprised belphegor when all the sudden the weak human had enough strength where you could fight back and run to get yourself hurt. Of course you didn't manage to escape in time. But you left him with a hard to heal nose and a scar. (will definitely be writing a fic where you do survive because of your adrenaline)

Another thing is that demons have a natural sense of hierarchy in their families. The oldest you are the higher you are in power. This is mostly because the oldest tend to be stronger than their younger siblings. So while belphegor definitely does get pampered by his older siblings so do you. You are the youngest and the weakest. Sorry just true most human if not all can be as strong as a demon let a alone a avatar of a sin. So yes, in the later game if you complain or show any sign of pain you better get ready to deal with 6 clingy demons. Lucifer will simply do that in private if not life threatening.

I also fully believe that in heat demons are very.. Unhinged. For an example you wake up to a very happy Satan and Beelzebub at the foot of your bed with body covering them as you have a demon or an poor animal that crossed their path. Their only trying to show they can provide! Cue confused demons as you scream and call for another demon to help. WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?! "Why are you screaming? Are you not in the mood for food? no no stop crying" "Not hungry but they haven't eaten in awhile!" WHAT THE FUCK?! I Suggest you sleep with your door locked. Not like it would stop them but it gives you warning to expect a dead body.

Do expect to randomly be pulled in a nest made by anyone during this. Fight all you want you are getting smothered in blankets and soft items AND YOU ARE GOING TO LIKE IT. The main nest makers in this household are going to be Mammon are belphi. A close one is Lucifer but he doesn't really do it in public. His room is under strong lock and key during this.

Do expect to get harassed when you try to wake up. You try to get up and your getting tackled by the all the 7 sins. You will be cuddled because your "scent" Lord kill me I'm so sorry is stronget at the morning. Your clothes? GONE. Your blankets? GONE. NOT SEEING THEM AGAIN your dignity? NON EXISTENT. You will be robbed of everything you own and will be found in one of the brothers nest. Which then you will be washing it so much because I mean... Do I have to explain? Especially Asmo douse anything you get back from the the embodiment of lust with the finest laundry detergent, Holly water either from Michael or God themselves and hand sanitizer.

Yes the demons are gonna be sore. If you have a period you know when everything and anything that can be sore is sore. That's that from them. If they are winged they will always have their wings out. 1 because achey. 2 presenting to either get or doing the dick downing. They are also going to preen/clean their wings every so often. 1 a day at max. Do be careful where you step please. You try to leave the nest by some miracle you do. Tails and wings are everywhere. One wrong step and your setting off every demon in the HOL.

This is shit. This is very crappy. Please make more creative/ animalistic hc.. I beg 🙏

once again asks and requests are open and I yearn to see one