#Best dinner I've made in awhile :3

[selvepnea]

I am so good at turning food waste into something soooo good and delicious

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi Bunny,

I've been following your page for awhile and was wondering if I could order some John Price Lemon slices and beer brownies on the house??

I adore your stories and writing style, and you are in fact someone's girlfriends favorite author 😌

Hope your day is wonderful n thank you ♥︎

bakery menu!

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i know i've been horribly lacking at call of duty bakery fics! but with call of duty i'll get an idea in my head that is seperate than the bakery fics. i still deeply love my boys (and esp john price), so i'll try to be more on top of the call of duty fics because so many of you have been so sweet with your prompts <3 (also john price would totally love beer brownies just as a dessert, lol)

lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making." + beer brownies: "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog." + on the house (matcha latte: collars/bondage)

cw: smut/pwp, dom!price, sub!reader, dirty talk/degrading language, age gap (20s/40s), wife!reader, wife/domestic kink, carpet sex, oral sex, pet names (puppy, baby girl)

price liked being the man of the house. while most times your relationship was an equal affair. price admired you like flowers did the sun. he'd never hurt his baby girl, even with the age gap that would make some gawk at. a man in his near fifties with a woman who was just out of university. plus, he made her a stay-at-home wife within three months of dating?

there had to be something else going on. even your parents were a little shocked at the news. but neither of you cared, you were happy. and since your parents wouldn't let you move in with such an older man, the only thing to do was to get married. and now every night price got to be the man of the house and have his lovely girl serve him.

after dinner was served you were on your knees in front of him while he watched television. it was hard for him to focus on the game while your nose was nestled against his dark pubic hair. his grip on the can of beer was tight, any tighter and he'd crush the thing in his palm.

he was so much bigger than you, stronger than you. there was a weight to him that could leave you pinned under him. he was so strong and masculine that you couldn't help yourself but be enthralled by him. you continued to pleasure him orally, but occasionally you made small noises which was accompanied by your thighs rubbing together.

"i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making." he said as he took you by the head of the head and made you look at him. you panted heavily and looked at him with a lustful expression across your features. poor little wifey got too excited.

price chuckled and patted your cheek a roughly, "stick your tongue out anymore and you'll look like a dog." he laughed a little, "maybe i should get the collar out, since you like being my puppy so badly." you whined in response and price pulled away to tuck himself back in his jeans. when he got up, he looked down at you and said, "you stay put, i don't need you getting in trouble, baby girl." then left for the bedroom.

you waited patiently and felt heat curl in your gut. you liked price like this, domineering. when he used his age, height, size against you. when he made you feel small in the best ways. when he returned you could see the green collar in his hands.

it wasn't a neon green, but rather a rich forest green. you swallowed and shifted a little in your spot. when he sat down on the couch with a 'huff' he patted his thigh so you'd climb onto his lap. you did without question and he placed the pretty collar around your neck. then his hand was on your bare thigh, he got to see you naked up close. after dinner you stripped down to give your husband dessert.

"pretty little thing." he said, his voice hot. you squirmed a little at his hands on you. on between your legs and the other supporting your back. he made a vow to love and protect you. even when you panted heavily from his touches.

his calloused fingertips grazed across your wet cunt and he dipped his head against your neck where he laid kisses across the heated skin.

"john."

"i got ya, sweetheart. my little pet." he teased your clit a little and you shuddered. he pulled you closer to him and teased your clit a little more before he said, "get on your hands and knees, beautiful. your mouth isn't enough tonight."

you scurried off, you were naked save for the ankle socks with little bows on them and the pretty green collar. you got onto the carpet and rested your face against your arms with your hips raised. price took one last swig of his beer before he got up and rubbed himself through his jeans. you looked at your husband, coyly, "like this?"

"i've trained you so well." he said as got down on the carpet. while a this age, it was hard to do it on the floor. but, he knew it was either that or up against the couch. the latter would only cause more pain in price's bad knee.

"thank you." you blushed, heat rose in your cheeks as you felt his pointer and middle finger touch your achy cunt again. your back arched. then you heard the clatter of his belt being fully taken off.

"this is how a wife should greet her husband every night. give him a fully belly and you walk away with a full cunt. ya like when i make a mess of her, don't ya?" he watched your back arch from his words. he got his cock out of his jeans and rubbed the slick head up against your pussy, "been missin' her. had to finish myself off in the washroom at work because i was thinkin' about it."

price hated to admit it, but he loved the differences between you two. he kept his pretty wife happy at home, and maybe soon you'd have some company with a pet or a baby. price wasn't getting any younger, about time he used the last of his swimmers for something good.

he pushed his cock into you with ease and watched your tense up. it was really hot. in his honest opinion, you looked beyond beautiful. he was glad he got a ring on you as soon as he did because if anyone else tried to get their hands on you. that would be a problem. you whimpered and clawed into the cream carpet.

you knew your knees were going to be raw by the time your husband was done with you. but, you'd happily accept it regardless.

his pace was steady, on the faster side but every thrust had a force that made your toes curled. you loved your big, hairy husband. you adored how he made you feel, how he could easily move and twist you to his liking. he was dominant and strong, he never wanted his wife to worry.

"that's a good girl, my good little puppy. hearin' your little noises right now." he groaned, "you're a beautiful little thing. you know exactly how to get me goin'. lettin' my fuck you until you see stars." his pace picked up and you gasped into the floor.

"john." you arched your back. your body craved your husband. more than most else. you were never a party girl, but even if you were, your drug of choice would be having your husband, the cervix bully, make you cum time and time again.

it was slightly price's fault why you never went to parties. when he was home from deployment, he wanted to savour every moment with you. hard to go out with friends on a friday when price had you in a full nelson on his bed with his cock hitting just the right places. price didn't need boys sniffing around what was his. not that you'd give them the time of day. he held onto your hips tightly and pushed you further into the carpet as his cock dragged against your softest areas.

he said, "so pretty under me. you take me so well." you could feel your heartbeat in the back of your head as he continued to push up right against you. the feeling was erotic, as were the sounds of your sweet moans, "pretty in your collar. maybe i should've just gotten you a collar instead of a ring. a nice leash as well to make sure that you didn't go runnin' off. be a proper pup for me." he groaned as he continued to fuck you.

his motor mouth made heat wash over you. it was hot in a way that made you want to cry out for more. poor mrs. price, must be such a shame to get fucked into a state of bliss by your domineering, stronger husband.

it wasn't long before you could feel the sparks in your brain as you panted heavily against the carpet. your knees were rubbed raw as were your forearms. thankfully not carpet burn on your face (this time). you panted heavily before you let out a sweet noise, your attempt to tell your lover you were cumming. your cunt tightened around his cock, which only spurred your husband to move faster.

"that's it, that's my baby girl." he groaned as he rammed his cock as fast as he could. he could hear your soft, post-orgasm moans. your back arched a little more before they dropped. which meant price had to hold onto them to get at the right angle of your pussy, "my good little wife."

a few more heavy thrusts and price finished inside of you. trusting you to keep the boys safe.he gripped onto your hips and really pushed into you as he tensed up. he then relaxed and felt his heart hammering in his chest as he slowly pulled out.

a string of cum connected his cock to your pussy. really a match made in heavy. he licked his lips before he slowly got up with a bit of help from the coffee table. he wasn't the spry young man that he used to be. but you loved that about him, your burly old man.

not that you'd say that to him.

your hips dropped as you laid on the floor for a moment. achy and feeling euphoric at the same time. it was cute in price's eyes, after he got his cock back into his jeans once more. he picked up his wife and held you in his arms. he kissed your heated cheeks while you wrapped a leg around his waist for support.

"i got ya, baby girl. now let's get the wife to bed before i get hungry again." he knew you were on another planet right now. you held onto your husband tightly until he tucked you naked into bed, with the covers pulled up to your chin.

"what about the dinner dishes?" you asked.

price patted your cheek, "don't worry about them, beautiful. i can handle them." then let you rest with the familiar collar around your throat. <3

[mochiwonz]

― YOU'RE JUST A STRANGER s.jaeyun

PAIRING. fem!reader x nonidol bf!jake CONTENT. angst , jake is kind-of a jerk (╥﹏╥) , breakup , cursing WORD COUNT. 1.2k NOTE. omg i've wanted to write an angsty fic for awhile so this is me finally doing it :3 the plot is kinda ass so i apologize T v T pls remember this is all just fiction !! hope you enjoy ♡

You were convinced that Jake was the best boyfriend anyone could ever have. He was insanely good-looking, dressed well, loved his family and friends, and had a loving personality. Jake always made time for you and never went a day without checking up on you. He even told you that he would marry you one day and that you guys would have three kids and one dog. Frankly, he was really just perfect.

Well, until he wasn't.

When you first met Jake, you guys were sophomores in highschool. You guys had met in your science class and ended up becoming close friends. After growing closer to him, you realized you had some pretty strong feelings for him. And surely enough, he felt the same way about you, too.

So in Junior year, he confessed to you and of course you said yes. How could you not? Throughout the next year, you felt as if life couldn't be any better. Your first love also loved you, and he was also possibly the most charming man on earth!

However, things quickly changed.

Fast forward a year and a half later, you guys graduated and quickly moved in together. But Jake was no longer the same. He was no longer the sweet boy that showed his love and affection for you. Instead, he was closed off. He never started conversations with you, you always had to be the one to start it. Jake was just becoming more distant.

Why? Why was your own boyfriend distancing himself from you? Did you do something wrong?

It was now 7:40 pm and Jake had still not answered your texts. Jake always answered, or well- he used to always answer.

baby i'm omw to the grocery store and i'll make us some dinner tonight <3

jake i just saw a dog that looks so much like layla lol

jake?? i haven't heard from you since you left this morning, r u okay?

i'm not trying to bother u jake but i'm rly worried pls atleast txt me back :(

You didn't know what to think. Was he ignoring you on purpose? Did you accidentally make a mistake? Was he falling out of love with you? Was he cheating on you?

No way, he couldn't. Yes he had been distant, but no, Jake would never. You wish he could just give you an explanation, at least.

You were just about to call him until you heard footsteps entering the apartment.

Jake's finally home.

You walk over to Jake and worryingly bombard him with questions while hugging him.

"baby...how're you? where were you today? did your phone die-"

He cuts you off.

"quit being so fucking nosey y/n." he says, sounding pissed off.

What? Did you just hear that right? And why did he sound and look so mad?

"jake...what? I was just worried..." you tell him, your voice laced with a bit of shock.

"i'm a grown ass man, i can take care of myself." he responds, not looking at you while pushing you away from his chest.

He quickly walks over to the fridge and grabs himself a cup of coffee- coffee that you made for him, hoping maybe he'd thank you or acknowledge you.

Not to your surprise, he just grabs it and walks to the sofa. Not one glance, not one "thank you". Nothing.

"hey jake, did i do something wrong? if so i'm sorr-"

And again, he cuts you off.

"can you just shut up please, you didn't do anything wrong." he tells you, and you're not convinced. How could you be?

"okay well then why have you been such an ass towards me? please just give me a fucking explanation" you say while sitting beside him on the sofa.

You notice how he moves away from you, and you can't help but feel a little frustrated.

"maybe it's because i'm sick of you always bothering me y/n."

Bothering him? You've only ever tried to care for him. Fuck, you can feel your eyes getting watery.

The room feels cold, even though the heater is on. There is no longer that warmth- the comforting warmth that you oh so loved. Things had really changed, and you really fucking hated it.

"bothering you? jake i'm your girlfriend, all i'm trying to do is love and care for you. i-"

"okay then just stop. stop loving and caring for me." he says in a louder tone of voice.

Now you're really frustrated. What the fuck is happening with Jake?

"what the fuck is wrong with you? jake, what the fuck?"

"nothing is fucking wrong with me y/n. maybe i'm just tired of your ass. maybe i'm just not in love with you anymore."

Did he just- oh. So you were right. He really doesn't love you anymore.

"jake you could've just told me you didn't love me anymore. you could've just told me so i didn't have to be put through this shit, and so that you could've just left." you tell him, your eyes filled with tears.

"i couldn't tell you because i know you would fucking cry like a crybaby."

You felt your heart break into two. The man you loved, your once sweet boyfriend, was now treating you like you were nothing to him.

And in Jake's eyes, you really were nothing to him anymore.

"jake what the fuck i-" you try to speak but you're choked up. And fuck, you feel the first tear fall and next thing you know- you're sobbing.

"see, look- you're crying. i knew you'd fucking cry. and shit, you're an ugly crier too. i can't keep up with your shit anymore y/n, i'm tired. you always treat me like i'm a baby, making me food and shit. just stop. i'm leaving and this is over. we're over. bye y/n" he says while getting up from the couch.

You feel numb. Your first love just stabbed you, right in the heart.

Before you could say anything back, he'd already grabbed his bag and jacket and was on his way to the front door. And this time, you knew he wasn't going to come back.

You quickly get up and run to the front door, stopping him in his tracks.

"jake can you atleast look at me please-" you tell him and he listens and looks at you. However, his stare is emotionless.

"please jake can i hug you one last time?...please" you ask, voice shaky from your sobbing.

"sure whatever" he responds in an annoyed tone of voice.

You slowly bring yourself closer to him and rest your head in his chest and wrap your arms around him. But you didn't feel that same warmth. You didn't feel any sort of love or comfort that you hoped you would.

He just stood there. He didn't wrap his arms around your waist and kiss the top of your head like he used to. Of course he wouldn't. You just missed the old jake.

"okay y/n that's enough. i'll get going" he tells you while unwrapping your arms.

You can't find any words to say to him, you really can't. You just stand there, looking and feeling like a complete mess.

"bye" jake says as he walks out the door.

You don't say "bye" back to him, because you can't.

You're just standing there, frozen, numb. You just watch him as he leaves. You watch him leave the apartment as your boyfriend, for the last time ever.

And then, the door closes. He wasn't your boyfriend anymore and you weren't his girlfriend anymore. And no you wouldn't be calling him your ex boyfriend or your first love.

If anything, you would call him a complete and total stranger.

part 2 is here and my other works are here ! pls reblog if you enjoyed :))

[innxrvision]

So long - pt. 1 𒂭

part 1 of 3 ------------𖦹 tags: james hetfield x reader, fluff, smut, best friends to lovers, bet, 80s james, a little angst if you squint, more tags to come in future parts ��� a/n: i have no idea of what i'm doing actually. i never wrote anything and english is not my first language so there'll be probably a lot of mistakes, but after reading too many fanfics I simply ran out of content and also the community has been a bit dead for awhile so here's my humble contribuition to the cause (the cause being thirsting over james hetfield). anyway, this was supposed to have only one part but i felt it got too long so i chopped in half, i'll post pt 2 as soon as i can! meanwhile, i would be very happy with any criticisms or suggestions. if you find any language mistakes please please correct me, i'll be very thankful! also, i have no idea of how to work this app out 'cause all i've been doing all my life is liking and reblogging stuff so bear with me please!!

𖦹 part 1 𖦹 part 2 𖦹 part 3

You knew you fucked up by showing up late to their gig, but in your defense, it wasn't your fault that your boss choose this day of all days to get you stuck at work.

"Well, at least I showed up!" you thought to yourself, but the cold look James gave you when he finally spotted you at the crowd wasn't so forgiving.

After the last song, you rushed to the backstage, wanting to say hi to your friends. The place they were playing today was pretty small, but the crowd was buzzing with energy and the entire show was great.

Before even entering the door that led to the small and thrashed dressing room you could hear the excited voices of the four guys. First, it was Kirk who embraced you in a thrilled and sweaty hug, then Lars, and finally Cliff. You chatted briefly with them before finally going towards James, who was pretending to not notice you while fixing something in his guitar.

You could only see his back and the messy and wet blonde hair covering his lowered face. You knew he was mad, of course, he was your best friend for years and a look was all that it took for you to get how bad the situation was, but at the same time, you couldn't understand why be so mad if, in the end, you showed up anyway.

"Hey, don't be mad at me..." You said softly, touching his shoulder to make him recognize your presence.

In response, James just rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, leaning his guitar against the wall.

"You said you would be here on time!" He complained, his expression already revealing that there was nothing you could say to convince him, but your stubbornness wouldn't let it go, of course.

"It's not my fault! I got stuck at work... What did you want me to do? I tried my best, alright?" You wanted to sound a bit more gentle, but being tired after a long shift didn't help your nerves much. You sighed, already slightly annoyed.

James crossed his arms, his gaze falling hard on you as he spoke.

"You make it seem like you don't have time for your best friend."

"Don't be unfair, I always come to your gigs and always hang out with you!" You gestured frustrated. "Sorry that I've got stuck at work today, it's not like I wanted to be late!" It was hard being reasonable when both of you were tired and stressed and you did your best to not raise your voice too much, as it could worsen things even more.

You looked around the room, checking to see if the other boys were paying any attention to your little argument, but thankfully Lars had already left the room and Kirk and Cliff seemed too absorbed in discussing something that you assumed related to the show.

"Maybe if you got the balls to look for a better job instead of working at that cheap dinner you would've showed up on time today!"

Your mouth opened in shock as you heard James' harsh words, it was clear that he was already worked up and your expression instantly turned cold.

"Now you went too far." Your voice carried a mixture of sadness and anger that made James regret his words quicker than he thought he would. "Sorry that my job isn't good enough for you, rockstar, but I can't afford to go around playing music just like you do, I actually need the money." With that you turned your back, not interested in hearing anything from him anymore, and exited the room, not even bothering to say bye to Cliff and Kirk who now looked at each other in confusion. It didn't help that now you also felt embarrassed that they heard your stupid argument.

"Wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that!" You could hear James' voice saying from inside the room, his anger now turning to guilt as he realized the impact of his words.

You just kept walking until you reached out outside of the building and stopped by a wall, resting your back against the cold concrete and searching up your pockets for your pack of cigarettes and your lighter.

With the cold breeze of the night, it took a few tries for you to successfully light up your cigarette and when you took the first drag you heard some footsteps approaching. You refused to look toward the sound, just kept doing your own thing and looking down until you saw a pair of dirty white sneakers stop right next to you.

James took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment before finally speaking, his raspy voice gentle and sincere.

"I'm sorry about what I said inside, I didn't mean any of it, I was just angry 'cause I really wanted you to be there for me tonight... You're my best friend and I care about you."

"It doesn't seem like you care much." You scoffed in response.

"I know I messed up and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that to you." You heard him sigh and pause for a moment, probably searching for the right words. "You're not just any friend to me, you're my best friend." He added.

"Then why did you say that?" You asked crossing your arms, the cigarette still dangling between your fingers. "If I'm not good enough for your 'metal band lifestyle' then whatever, just don't go around saying I'm what I do with my life is not worthy." You sighed and took a drag before lowering your voice, your tone slightly more gentle now. "I work hard, y'know? Sorry that I was late once, at least I came!"

He took a deep breath once again and ran his hand through his hair, you took this opportunity to gaze at him for a moment. You knew your anger couldn't last much longer, it has always been like that.

"It's not about my lifestyle and it's not about your job, I was just being a jerk. I got too caught up in my anger and..." He trailed away. "C'mon... I'm really sorry."

You looked away and took another drag, you knew you wouldn't hold a grudge for that.

"Whatever." You muttered. "It was a good show." You added after a moment of silence, it was your peace offer.

Even without looking at him, you could sense his smile opening up, whenever he smiled the whole place would light up.

"Thanks." He said. "Can we just forget about everything that happened earlier and go grab a drink or something? I'll pay." He sounded hopeful again and you knew this was his way of making things right with you.

You nodded and flicked your cigarette off, stepping on it.

"Sure, let's go."

There was a faint smile on your lips and in response to that James smiled even bigger, he put his arm around your shoulder, guiding you towards a nearby bar.

"Great! Let's have some fun just you and me and make up for everything that happened tonight!"

"What about the equipment and the guys?" You ask, suddenly remembering their existence.

"Don't worry, Cliff's gonna get my stuff and bring it over to his place, I told 'em I would probably not come back." He answered, entirely back to the laid-back personality you were used to.

"Right." You hummed in response, just letting him guide you as he started chatting about today's crowd excitedly.

[beautifulsnake2162020]

We have it all (Hualian adopted daughter fanfic) Chapter 4

Gif by shiruba-tsuki

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. I only do this for fun.

Premise: Not long after comforting a bullied girl named Meng Ai, Hua Cheng and Xie Lian find themselves adopting her and together they form a family they didn't know they had needed for awhile.

Story/Genre tags: Slice of life-ish (mainly), Family focused, Hua Cheng's houses finally become homes, there may be an overarching story but that's not the focus, Hualian being parents, Fengqing being uncles, Lang Qianqiu falling in love with someone who was raised by the Xianle squad, technically post-canon (though I haven't read the books so if there are some ooc moments please forgive me).

AO3 Link

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

Follower tags: @anonimgato1507

CW: If you are sensitive to things involving blood (it will just be discussed not shown), self-harm or self-harm adjacent things (discussed not shown) and potentially the dark side of things please proceed with caution.

Chapter 4

"Aiai, have you finished your dinner?"

"Yes mama."

"Okay, wash-up and prepare for bed."

"But mama it is still early. The sun just went down." Meng Ai whined as she helped clean the dishes.

"If you wash-up early I'll give you something."

"Oh what is it?"

"Wash-up first." Meng Ai knew that tone well enough to know that her mother did not allow any disobedience from her right now. There must be something happening tonight that she's not allowed to know about if she's being made to go to bed early.

And it must be so terrible that even her mother is scared.

She's a good girl, she doesn't want to cause her anymore pain. It's why she never told her or her father about the bullying children. She pretends not to know that they are worried about something. Something involving her going missing. She doesn't know what it is but ever since she met Hua Cheng and Xie Lian she wants to tell her that everything is going to be okay.

But she has something in her mind and has been watching the new soldiers put up protections around the shrine. So she'll just be a good girl and do as she says.

"Our soldiers have made preparations, they'll inform us when they arrive."

"I've also made a barrier around the shrine. So as long as you both stay inside you'll be fine."

"Thank you General Nan Yang and General Xuan Zhen. Have you two eaten dinner yet?"

"Oh we don't need to eat-"

"Meng Ai will wonder why you two haven't eaten yet but still have plenty of energy."

"Eh, she already knows we're not mortals." Mu Qing says non-chalantly.

"I insist Generals, think of it as my offering of gratitude to both of you. It will also save me time from repeating the story multiple times when the time we have is uncertain. Especially tonight."

"Hmm" Feng Xin takes one last look at the protections that they've placed and the positions of their soldiers.

"We've done all that we can. We're just waiting for them to show up."

"And if they show up while we are having dinner?"

"You know, our scouts are going to immediately run inside and get us. Might as well be comfortable while we still can."

"Excellent." Mu Qing follows the priestess inside. After taking one last look and running a few checks with his second-in-command Feng Xin follows them inside.

Thankfully, her cooking was a lot better than Xie Lian's.

"Hmm, maybe I should convince her to be in charge of cooking for Dianxie's temple."

"You'll have to ask permission from Xiwangmu."

"And?"

"You really are an idiot if you think Xiwangmu is going to give one of her oracles to you just because you like her cooking."

"I could use an oracle. None of my followers have that gift."

"You're supposed to give it to them you bone-head. But maybe that's all for the best since they all think the only gift you're capable of giving is D-"

"DON'T. Not now."

Mu Qing couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's so funny Fu Yao?" Meng Ai asks as her mother helps settle her in the bed.

"I'm just reminded of a mistake with massive consequences involving Nan Feng's God, Nan Yang."

"You don't have to tell her that!"

"Huh?"

"You'll find out when you're older Aiai." She herself chuckles a bit as she makes sure that Meng Ai is settled in the bed before she goes back to the kitchen area and returns with two dishes.

"Aiai asked me to ask you two which among these is the best flavor for her birthday moon cake."

"Because I can only have one flavor each year!"

"She couldn't decide between Lotus Paste and Red Bean filling. So I made a few experiments. This dish-" she puts it on the table between them.

"Has three with Lotus Paste and Three with Red Bean filling. And this dish -" She places the second dish beside the first, this time closer to Feng Xin.

"Has variations of both. Two of them with exactly half of each, Two of them with more Lotus and a touch of the red bean, and the last two are more of the red bean paste and a touch of the lotus paste."

"Can't we have all three?"

"You can't have three birthdays in one year Aiai."

"Please."

"You can get the other two if you can buy the ingredients with your own money."

"Aw." Her frustrated expression was so endearing that it made both generals laugh.

"Don't worry Meng Ai, we'll take this decision very seriously." Feng Xin says as he takes a large bite out of a red bean filled moon cake.

"We better be invited to the party."

"Of course you are Fu Yao. Both of you, and Hua Cheng and Xie Lian."

"Speaking of birthdays, here is one of your first presents." Meng Ai is given a book to her delight.

"Is this a new story mama?"

"Yes, a rare new story. Would you like me to read it to you?"

"Yes please."

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"Don't worry your Holiness, I made sure to make a few detours before going to the temple."

"Thank you Meng Zhiyuan, while we serve the Goddess who has power over life and death, I'm afraid we will need the assistance and protection of a nearby martial God if anything should happen."

Those were the last couple of things Xie Lian and Hua Cheng heard before the priest exits from a private dining area. He bows before both of them as he makes his leave.

"Good evening, Ji Huifan." He looks up at them as he hears Hua Cheng call him by the name he had thought long dead. But here on front of him was the couple the Great Mother had showed to be the best option to raise and protect Meng Ai. He just needed to do his best to convince them.

Meng Ai was innocent of the crimes he and his family had done. His sins should not deprive her of the chance to live.

"There's no need to be nervous Ji Huifan. We just want to know a few things." Xie Lian says in a calming voice.

"Of course, what would you like to know?"

"Start from the beginning." Hua Cheng says firmly.

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"Long ago, there was a beautiful Goddess named Chenxi, who loved dwelling in a place where many cultures met. She was a scholar with a natural curiosity to know more about the world beyond the lands she and her family were worshipped in. For it is well known that Gods cannot go into lands where they are neither worshipped or known."

"Why mama?"

"Gods need worshippers for them to dwell anywhere. And if they cannot have worshippers, they must at least be known by people to still have power. It is why whenever a new temple is built dedicated to a God, that God is happy."

"Oh."

"Chenxi loved meeting new Gods from other cultures. This place was the further most spot she could dwell in without depriving herself of the power of her worshippers or scholars. One day, a bright mortal man named Hou Lijie entered into her city as a scholar, and the two fell in love. But Chenxi's heart was heavy for she was born as a Goddess, and the love between a Goddess and a mortal almost always do not end well."

"Why?"

"Because the mortal almost always dies first."

"Oh." Her mother gives her a sympathetic smile.

"It's perfectly fine if you don't understand it now. Sometimes things only get clearer the older we get." In her periphery she could see that the two Generals were also paying close attention as they were snacking on the mooncakes she gave them.

"For their love to bear fruit, either they must both be mortal or both must be immortal. Chenxi asked her parents if she could give Hou Lijie a peach of immortality, for it is easier to make her beloved immortal than to make herself mortal."

"I thought the opposite would be easier."

"Aiai, the mortality that Chenxi must face isn't in the form of an avatar but her entire being. To become mortal is to enter the uncertainty of the cyle of Life, Death, and Rebirth. Chenxi cannot choose what face she will have, what body she will inhabit, or even where she will be born. And Hou Lijie loved her for who she was and she didn't want to change that."

"Hmm so what happened?" Feng Xin asks now curious and intrigued.

"Her parents refused, but Chenxi loved Hou Lijie so much that she snuck inside the orchard of her parents and gathered several peaches that granted immortality. She knew that Hou Lijie loved his family and would be upset if he were to leave them. She came to dwell in his home bearing the peaches, only to discover that her beloved had already passed. She realized then that the reason why her parents did not want to give her the peaches was because Hou Lijie was already dead. His family gathered because they were grieving. And then she realized her mistake as the family of her beloved surrounded and trapped her."

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"After they trapped her, in their grief of not wanting to lose anyone else, they gobbled up the peaches of immortality amongst themselves. But they didn't realize that it is only because of Chenxi's love for Hou Lijie that the peaches still had their power in a place where their power as Gods are not as potent. Chenxi's love was a spell on her own, and the moment she became frightened and trapped by that family, the power of the peaches was darkened."

"Darkened how?" Xie Lian asks as he took mental notes of the story.

"The peaches will still give them immortality, that is not something Chenxi could change. Normally when a peach of immortality is fed on whomever consumes it will become ethereal and more enlightened. But in this case, the family members who have eaten the peaches...while they are still immortal the curse is that only the life of anyone frightened, or in pain will satisfy them. But even then, that satisfaction will not last long and it only leads to more suffering. I...I think I don't need to say out loud what my family used to do."

Seeing that Hua Cheng and Xie Lian nodded he gathered himself for a bit to continue. He may not be able to read their expressions but no matter what they think of him he just needs to keep reminding himself that this was for his daughter.

"One of my relatives soon realized that we cannot continue to live in a place wherein our cursed immortality was present to anyone who was smart enough. So as we continued these blood rituals to keep our temporary satisfaction, we worked extremely hard to make Fu Dao into a prosperous kingdom. A kingdom's royal family doesn't need to make frequent public appearances, and only those we most trusted would know our secret. It would be easy enough to be isolated from everyone else and to hide that another effect of the curse is that all members who have partaken in it will be infertile."

"Let me guess, because when you're mortal in order to continue being on this earth you need to reproduce to pass on the family line."

"And that is no longer necessary or a concern when you are immortal. Is that right?"

"Yes, Xie Lian, you both are. I've never really liked consuming blood and when I was grown enough I endeavored to study magic of various kinds to try to find a cure for our suffering. I got tired of everyone of us taking turns to rule the Kingdom when all I wanted was to be free from our suffering."

"May I ask Ji Huifan, how did you manage to keep up appearances for so long?" Xie Lian in curiosity.

"We still continue to age - why we do I don't fully understand, but at some point those who appear elderly will take three times the amount of our regular consumption and they would be rejuvenated back into their forms as children. That's how we kept the public thinking that there were different generations ruling in our family."

"I see, but then how were you able to have a daughter?"

"I fell in love. Jing Mei was the first person who loves all parts of me and is stubborn enough to join me in my quest to find a way to remove this curse. Since she was an adept at the time she arranged for my family and I to consult an oracle asking for the cure to our suffering."

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"What did the oracle say?" Mu Qing asks finding himself intrigued by the story. He and Feng Xin had since moved their stools closer to Jing Mei and Meng Ai. Meng Ai had since fallen asleep and Jing Mei had touched a pressure point to ensure that she would remain that way for awhile. This is the part of the story that she isn't ready to hear yet.

"Blood for blood, blood that you take will be cured by the blood that you give."

"Ominous."

"It is General Nan Yang. But I also don't blame my Goddess for giving that as a punishment. It is her daughter whom they have trapped, kept imprisoned, and tortured."

"Why didn't they just release her? They already had immortality although it is cursed." Mu Qing asks as he starts theorizing in his head. Jing Mei gives a sigh of frustration.

"I also don't know why. But after the oracle gave this answer things got worse for Chenxi. Bocheng, the patriarch of the family began interpreting it in a gruesome way. Before then, Chenxi was merely imprisoned and given the bare minimum to keep her satiated. Probably to make sure she isn't strong enough to give them another curse. After the oracle's answer to what would free them from their suffering, Bocheng began draining her of blood, feeding her blood to whomever the intended victims were before they were consumed in the family blood ritual. The worse part was because she is immortal, she too cannot be free from suffering and will carry this trauma for the rest of her immortal life."

"Fuck"

"I know. When I learned of this, I gave Ji Huifen, Meng Ai's father an ultimatum. He could continue to blindly join his family and the depraved acts they did; but in doing so I am going to completely cut ties with him and take the path of cultivation through abstinence. Or he could marry me under the blessings of Xiwangmu and get the freedom he had sought for."

There was a mutual relief shared in the telepathic bond as they both realized that Meng Ai's very existence was proof that her father had changed.

"But my Goddess loved me and did not make it easy for him. Before she allowed us to be married, she gave him two tasks. Cure himself of the curse, and free Chenxi. Obviously his grandfather's interpretation did not cure anything but merely made their relief last longer. He managed to free Chenxi and I personally nursed her back to health. In gratitude she clarified what her mother demanded from them to cure them from their suffering."

"Which was?"

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"An offering of my own blood. I won't tell you the details but Chenxi explained that by refusing to grieve we have tainted the nourishment of the peaches of immortality. It was why the more blood we consumed the shorter our relief lasted with each successive one. Had we dwelled with the discomfort of the loved one we all lost, had we learned to let go, the seemingly insatiable hunger for the lives of others while painful would also go away. But because a lot of the blood that now flows in our veins are from the blood of our victims, it is only cured by pouring them out." He takes a drink from his cup to refresh himself.

"And so I did, on front of Jing Mei, on front of all of Xiwangmu's priests and priestesses, and on front of Chenxi. They all witnessed both my blood and my grief finally pouring out." He doesn't need to see them to know that they are probably horrified. Hou Lijie while technically a cousin was more of a big brother and one of his best friends. When Hou Lijie fell in love with Chenxi he could now admit that he was jealous and didn't want to lose someone so dear to him.

Only for death to have claimed him first before Chenxi ever did.

And so he joined in the family in imprisoning and torturing her thinking that she was the cause of his death.

"The next time I woke up I no longer felt the underlying thirst to consume blood. And not long after Jing Mei and I were married with Chenxi present. I was excited to share the news with them, to tell them that I now understand the words of the oracle and that there was hope. Sure I was mortal again, but after centuries of being immortal and being satiated only with the thirst for blood drained when the victims were in fear and in pain...it was a relief that I had never thought possible. The opportunity came when it was time for another blood ritual to take place. What better time to tell them of the solution? Xiwangmu through her powers prevented me from being physically there. And it was on that night that I discovered that they had been spying on me but now they somehow believe that the cure for all of them would be to sacrifice Meng Ai, the first new life in our family in centuries. Under Xiwangmu's protection I tried to tell them and explain to them what the cure was. Then I was branded as a traitor. And so gathering everything I could, I took my family and fled from Fu Dao."

"You changed your name to Meng Zhiyuan to cover your tracks."

"More to extend my life by a little bit. When Meng Ai was born, Jiang Mei had a vision of the three of us dead. Or more specifically that she and I were dead and my grandfather personally skinning her and letting her blood pour out on Xiwangmu's altar. We panicked and Xiwangmu herself came into our dreams."

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"What did she say?"

"That as long as one parent is dead and one parent was alive, she would be safe from that cursed family." Jing Mei stood up and brushed a stray strand of hair that was covering Meng Ai's left eye. She presses a kiss to her forehead before she makes her way to her satchel.

"Chenxi knew us well enough that we wouldn't want Meng Ai to grow up with only one parent. And clarified that being a parent does not mean that there is necessarily a blood relation. So we began praying to her mother to help us find a loophole, even if it means we will only have her for the first few years of her life. Meng Ai deserves to live life to the fullest, and if it means that someone else will be her parents then so be it. After we've been fleeing from place to place Xiwangmu lead us to Hu village and told us that she has found a solution but nothing is certain yet. Then recently when Meng Ai went missing and we were worried. Xiwangmu then showed us that she was with Hua Cheng and Xie Lian. Then everything made sense."

From her bag she brings out two thicker books. And hands each one to each General.

"These copies contain the more extensive version of the story that Ji Huifen and I have personally written. I don't know how much time we have left with her - but when you feel that she is ready to know the actual story, have her read this."

"Two copies?" Feng Xin asks as Mu Qing carefully stores one magically.

"The other copy is for Hua Cheng and Xie Lian. Hopefully, if Ji Huifen is still alive, he would be able to convince them to take her in. The sooner she's with them, the safer she'll be."

"General Nan Yang." A soldier enters as Feng Xin stores the other copy magically.

"It's starting. They're using some sort of cloaking magic."

"We'll be there." He nods to Mu Qing as he makes his way out.

"Thank you again Jing Mei. Just stay inside and don't come out until we get both of you." It was obvious to him how much she and her husband loves Meng Ai. So much that they would sacrifice their life with her to ensure that she lived life to the fullest.

It reminded him of his own mother.

Filled with newfound determination he headed out and joined the ensuing battle.

AN: Wow consecutive chapters in one week! That's a personal record for me. I hope the dark subject matter and triggering potential elements weren't too painful.

Chenxi - Morning sunlight

Hou - Lord/Nobleman, Li Jie - To reason

Jing - Bright, Mei - flower (Confession: I just picked Mei because it was one of the more common female names)

Meng - Dream, Zhiyuan - Distant Ambition

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Lexy's Christmas Sleepover!! (Attempt #3)

Hello, everyone!!!! It's that time of year again!!! Now, I know that in the past two years, I haven't been very reliable at getting out my Christmas requests, and I greatly apologize for this. But in previous years, I've also tried to make myself write a bunch of full length one-shots which for me usually means 3k+ words, SO, this year, I'm gonna go ahead and say that I can't guarantee a full length one-shot on every single request, BUT I will at least write a drabble for any requests sent to me this year!! I can guarantee this for sure!!!

NOW, Since I'm a multi-shipper, I will write for mannyyyyy different ships in each of my fandoms and it would take awhile to list every single one of them, SO, instead, I'm going to list each of my current fandoms that I'm comfortable writing for and then you can send me either a ship or a character you'd like a reader insert fic for. Poly ships, platonic ships, and platonic/family groups are perfectly okay as well!!! If you happen to send me a ship or character that I'm not comfortable writing for, for any reason, then I'll let you know, but I doubt that will happen, tbh. So, without further ado, here are the fandoms and prompts!!

[Some of the dialogue prompts I'm using came from this list]

When requesting, please tell me: Fandom + Group/Ship/Character + Reader Gender (If Needed) + At least 1 Prompt (I will accept multiple!). You may request as many as you'd like!!

Duration:

11/28/23 - 12/31/23

KNY/Demon Slayer

Fandoms:

Seven Deadly Sins

Four Knights Of The Apocalypse

Miraculous Ladybug

Riverdale

Bungo Stray Dogs

Marvel

The Vampire Diaries

The Originals

Legacies

Legend of Zelda (Mainly BOTW + TOTK)

Stranger Things

Supernatural

Scenarios:

MHA/BNHA

1.) Decorating The Tree

2.) Dancing In The Snow

3.) Present Shopping

4.) Gift Giving

5.) Wrapping Gifts

6.) Making A Gingerbread House

7.) Gingerbread House Competition

8.) Snowball Fight

9.) Sledding

10.) Mistletoe

11.) Christmas Baking

12.) Christmas Market

13.) Making Snowmen

14.) Christmas Party

15.) Watching Christmas Movies

16.) Dancing To Christmas Music

17.) Going Ice Skating

18.) Christmas Dinner

19.) Making Christmas Dinner

20.) Fake Dating For Christmas Ball

21.) Secret Santa

22.) Both Reaching For The Last Cookie

23.) Making Christmas Decorations

24.) Christmas Carolling

25.) Decorating The House/Apartment

26.) School Winter Dance

27.) Christmas Office Party

28.) Stranded On Christmas Eve

29.) Christmas Drinks

30.) Christmas Photo Shoot

31.) Christmas Tree Farm

32.) Cookies For Santa

33.) Christmas Dress Up

34.) Fireplace Snuggles

35.) Accidental Christmas/Eve Confession

36.) Winter Walk

Dialogue:

A.) “Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

B.) "That should be our Christmas card this year.”

C.) “Why’d you turn the music off?”

D.) “I know we said no presents this year but…”

E.) “I hate Christmas shopping.” - “I love Christmas shopping!”

F.) “Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?”

G.) “What do you think? Like the tree?”

H.) “Open your stocking!”

I.) “It’s snowing!”

J.) “What are you doing?” - “Making a snow angel.”

K.) “Do people even use nutcrackers?”

L.) “Do you still believe in Santa?”

M.) “You’d make a cute elf.”

N.) “Look! Reindeers!”

O.) “Is that supposed to be a snowman?”

P.) “Do you have any carrots?”

Q.) “This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

R.) “You have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute.”

S.) “Come here by the fire.”

T.) “Please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous.”

U.) “You’ve really made my Christmas this year.”

V.) “I thought you were going home for Christmas.” - “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”

W.) “I’m never letting you convince me to go carolling again.”

X.) “Here, you can have one of my gloves.”

Y.) “What are you wearing?”

Z.) “Did you get us matching pyjamas?”

AA.) “You look so beautiful in the snow.”

BB.) “It’s bold of you to assume I haven’t eaten my entire advent calendar.”

CC.) “Christmas hot chocolate is not normal hot chocolate. Where are the marshmallows?”

DD.) “Smell this candle, it’s amazing.”

EE.) “Aren’t you going to write your letter to Santa?”

FF.) “I’ll let you sit on my knee.”

GG.) “You’re my Christmas angel.” - “Wow that was…intense.” - “Just take the compliment.”

HH.) “But I wanted to be Santa this year!”

II.) “Did you make me a tinsel crown?”

JJ.) “I can’t get the star on, would you give me a hand?”

KK.) “Looks like you’ve had a few drinks!” - “You haven’t had enough if you’re noticing. Come on, bar’s over there.”

LL.) “Will you make me a hot chocolate?” - “Name all the reindeer and I will.”

MM.) "I've never understood the tradition of opening presents on Christmas Eve. Why would anyone do that?"

NN.) "I've hid all of your presents where you'll never find them." - "They're under your/our bed, aren't they?"

OO.) "Someone ate Santa's cookies last night and it wasn't me."

PP.) "It's Christmas Time!" - "Oh god."

QQ.) "In the name of Christmas Spirit, I demand you come with me."

RR.) "You know what that means?" - "Christmas?" - "Christmas."

[raspberryconverse]

Coley's Beaus, FWBs and Ladies: A Cheat Sheet (updated 11/16/24)

It occurs to me that with all my beaus (and FWBs and ladies) mentioned in my post, it might be nice to have a cheat sheet. Also it might be helpful to know who I'm still dating and who I'm not, considering we're up to #5, but I'm not really dating anyone at the moment. There are also several FWBs, so keeping those straight is also going to be an issue. My poor therapist had to make her own cheat sheet (she literally has rolled her eyes when I've mentioned a new person with a one syllable name, because apparently my type is short men with beards and one syllable names).

Beau #1: Straight, 4½ years older than me, 5'6"ish, married with a girlfriend (used to be 2, but one broke up with him), used to do DoorDash, but now works at a car dealership. We met on Feeld and had been talking for awhile when my spouse had told me they wanted a divorce (we went back and forth for awhile, but 6 months later we actually are getting divorced). He was kind of my poly mentor, so when this happened and I didn't know who to talk to, I turned to him. We talked on the phone and when he was done dashing for the day, we met for tacos, made out a bit in his car and then went back to his place and had amazing sex. Hands down the best sex I've ever had. I joke that he's ruined me for other men.

My biggest complaints with him were smoking and scheduling. The smoking is really bad because he has asthma (as much fun as it is to say I've nearly killed him during sex, it's not fun to stop and grab the inhaler) and how the AuDHD affects us getting together. He can't seem to get a calendar going with his wife, so it greatly affects when we can see each other. Me being able to host should have helped, but he's only come here once and it was the week after my spouse asked for a divorce (for real this time).

I finally broke up with him, after asking myself for at least 2 months why I was still seeing him.

Beau #2: AKA The KitchenAid Mixer Guy, because one of his Feeld profile pics is a nude with his KitchenAid mixer. One of the main reasons I swiped on him, TBH. Heteroflexible (as in he likes playing with couples), 3 years younger than me, 5'7", used to manage a theatre until he got fired for sticking up for one of the owner's tenants. He was seeing someone else besides me. He was really funny and reminded me of a friend who passed away 7 years ago. We saw each other weekly for almost 2 months before he fucked off to Michigan and didn't tell me he was actually leaving. He was between jobs and had been waiting for over a month on a background check for one and told me if he didn't get it, he'd go stay with his parents for a bit. Then I didn't hear from him for a few days, checked in and he sent me a pic of his mom's ugly rug on her front porch 🙄

He tried to tell me that our relationship wasn't serious enough for a heads up that he left. "The only person who needs to know where I am at all times is the person I'm living with" (which I argue there's a difference between wanting to know your whereabouts at all times and wanting to know you left the state for several weeks). He claimed we had only gone out 5 times and had been seeing each other for a month (it was 8 times and almost 2 months, but whatever). I miss him a lot, but clearly he needs to get his shit together and treat the people he's seeing with more respect. We had a really good thing going where I'd come over, he'd cook dinner, we'd watch a movie and then have sex (the sex wasn't the greatest, but what he lacked in skill he made up for in enthusiasm). I never wanted more than that, but he seemed to think otherwise.

Beau #3: The drummer. Another Feeld match. Divorced dad of 6 year old twins. Straight, same age as me (graduated a year after me because his birthday is later in the year), 5'6", works in a warehouse, never been poly, but was open to ENM (which I now know is yellow flag). We really clicked right away as oversharers. We both like to try new beers and would go to breweries often on dates. I have my theories as to why he broke up with me based on his "things were moving too fast and I don't think we're a good match" statement. I honestly thought we were a great match because of how comfortable we were talking about deep stuff and I really miss our naked cuddles. We only successfully had sex once because he was having some unexplained ED issues. Best of luck to him with that.

One of the things I'm really bummed about is I actually genuinely like his band. I mean, I'm sure part of it is he looks hot when he's playing (those forearms ��), but their music is good too. I really want to show up at a show, looking really hot and see what happens. My therapist will tell me that's a very bad idea. My friends already have (and they managed to keep me occupied when he had one literally 10 minutes from my house to avoid temptation).

Beau #4: Queer, 4 years older than me, 5'7", ex Army Ranger, works in marketing for a big tech company and has an anchor partner. Not a Feeld match (we met at Queer Poly Cocktails). I think being queer cancels out a lot of the problematic military stuff. He's very passionate about suicide prevention for veterans, cowrote a coffee table book of veteran stories, is working on another book about with a friend about how they helped get the abandoned troops out of Afghanistan and was apparently in a really bad zombie movie comprised completely of veterans. He actually has a few pics on WikiFeet, which is... interesting.

He can deadlift more than double my body weight, so that's pretty hot. But he doesn't look very muscly, which I really love.

He seemed pretty smitten with me, but he's also had a busier than normal late summer/early fall (he said it's the busiest time for him at work). I was been super frustrated by this because he does make time to see his anchor partner, but would go weeks without seeing me. We did finally have a talk about it and he said it's just been bad timing. He claimed he was definitely is into me, enjoys spending time with me and didn't think things were casual, but he also doesn't have the bandwidth right now to develop something more serious. Then he broke my heart. I am almost as heartbroken about this as I am about my divorce. He was the kind of man I should be pursuing, but it's clear that emotionally mature men who treat their partners well can recognize when someone is a hot fucking mess and will run the other way.

Possibly Beau #5: Pansexual, 6 years younger than me, 5'7", ex Navy, mobile urgent care nurse (though recently got disability benefits approved). He doesn't seem that young, which I think is probably due to being in the military (and again, being queer seems to cancel out problematic military stuff). We met on Feeld. We get along really well and sex was been really good. We actually talked for 3 weeks before meeting IRL.

I had a good feeling about him. I was wrong.

We went out once and it was absolutely lovely, but over the course of 4 weeks, he cancelled on me 3 times. The 3rd time was the final straw for me. He agreed that I had every right to be upset and want to break things off after that. I really wanted him to fight for me. He didn't. Things like this make me feel like I'm not worthy. Deep down, I know it's not true, but I'm just not at a point mentally where I can believe it. Hopefully I'll get there someday.

We actually started texting again. My therapist helped me realize that I reacted poorly (not that I shouldn't have been mad, but my reaction was out of line). I apologized and he offered to talk it out, but he's been really busy, apparently 🙄 I eventually told him I missed texting with him and he said the reason he wasn't responding was because he thought I wouldn't want to start texting again without talking. I told him that ideally, talking first would be good, but that I was open to texting anyway and waiting for him to have the time to talk. So far, it's kinda how it was before with less sexy talk (though it's becoming more and more and even not when I'm drunk or high). We finally talked about it and he would love to have something with me, but he can't offer what I deserve, time commitment-wise. So we'll just keep texting, I guess. His recent disability approval might result in the possibility of being able to see each other regularly, but he has to get his meds under control first.

Honestly, I can't stop thinking about how he first kissed me, how good the sex was and I often pull up the intentional shirtless selfie because he's really fucking hot. I have a problem and his name is Beau #5.

FWB #1: Straight, 2 years older than me, 6'1", works for some sort of non-profit (I think). We met on Feeld. I was high on our first date (unintentionally) and having a beer made it worse. But even with that, I realized I definitely didn't want to date him. He is excellent in foreplay (definitely a pleasure dom), but mediocre at sex. He's definitely too tall for me to want to date (when you're over 5'10", your face is too far away for kissing), but he's nice to have in my back pocket for when I want to get laid.

I also went on 2 dates with a bisexual guy who is only 5'9", an ad exec and is 3 years younger than me. The conversation flowed well and while I wasn't sure if we had chemistry, he kissed me while we were waiting for my bus and yup, there definitely was chemistry.

We had a very successful second date that resulted in an accidental hickey. It was totally one of these:

We also had a good talk about expectations. He's not poly and isn't really interested in it, but is perfectly comfortable with me being poly and hearing about my other relationships. Before we met, we were chatting the afternoon where I was finally meeting Possibly Beau #5 and he said, "Get it, girl!" and was happy to hear that I got it. Ultimately, he was looking for a long term monogamous relationship, but he was also content with seeing me in the meantime. He recently told me his ex asked to get back together and he said yes.

I'm honestly not sad about it because I didn't like him as much as my beaus. I mean, I did like him, but the connection wasn't as strong as it is with my beaus. I didn't even feeling any NRE with him really. But I enjoyed the companionship and sex.

The Tree: so I had the following in my Feeld profile

I was striking out with the really tall guys. Some were fake. A few seemed interested and then disconnected (the worst was when I sent one a sexy photo and he disconnected with me upon seeing it). I've been talking to one who is actually 50, but doesn't look it at all. I've been trying for months to get together with him, but he's got 4 kids in their teens and 20s and is just too busy. It's a shame because he's really hot.

Finally, I matched with The Tree. He's 6'4" and straight (possibly heteroflexible, as he's interested in being in an MMF) and 2 years younger than me. I met him and it turns out I actually really like him. Like honestly, if he were at least 6" shorter, he'd be 100% my type.

My curiosity is the logistics of having sex with someone over a foot taller than me. The tallest guy I ever dated was maybe 5'10" and then, as I said before, FWB #1 is 6'1". I also have very short legs (25" inseam), so that could make things even more complicated.

We've been doing the FWB thing for a bit now and I don't think I could have picked a better specimen, TBH. I mean, there was one who looked like Matthew Gray Gubler that I was very interested in, but he had a very sparse profile and well, he didn't like my sexy pic (unmatched after I sent it 😒). It's definitely a novelty, but we have fun. And he actually has asked me if I wanted to get together, so it's nice not to always be the one asking for a booty call.

Recently, I've had rough times with Beau #4 and my spouse and he's really been there for me in a way I would not expect from a fuck buddy. But I guess we're more than that. We are definitely friends and I can tell he really cares about me. I mean, anyone who'll let you cry all over them after sex clearly does. I'd honestly like to date him, despite him being freakishly tall, but he's been dealing with a messy breakup for awhile and he's just not ready for a relationship. But he's been amazing to me (and not just in bed) and I really think there could be something there once our lives become less of shitshows.

FWB #2: Straight, 5'7", 3½ years older than me. We met on Hinge. He was actually the first person I talked to on there. There's definitely not a romantic connection there, but I do like him a lot. We have a lot of good conversations. He's actually available most nights, so he'll be the one I text first when I need to get laid. He is also excellent in bed, so even better.

Lady #1: My friend's partner. Originally met on Hinge, but met organically in person, 5'3", 5 years younger than me, bi. Her partner was actually the guy who Beau #4 was going to let have me, not knowing he wasn't my type. I walked into our local poly cocktails one night and went over to say hi to him and she was sitting across from him. "We're talking on Hinge!" she exclaimed. NGL, I was feeling a little awkward about it, especially since her partner was giving off some more than friendly vibes to me, but he was actually excited that we matched and had been talking. He even gave her my number so we could text and coordinate a date.

We went on a date (drinks) and had some good conversations about homebuying (her and her partner just put in an offer on a house) and dating (straight men are horrible). I wasn't sure how it actually went because when we were parting ways, she hugged me goodbye and ran away to her bus stop. And no, her bus was not coming because I was on the same side of the street, walking away from her stop and the bus would have passed me by. We were supposed to have a cute thrifting date, but she had to cancel because of a work thing 😕 She admitted later that she wasn't feeling romantic vibes, but definitely wants to be friends. She also said she's open to things changing in the future, so we'll see how that goes.

Lady #2: Pansexual, 5'4", 5 years older than me, met on Hinge. We had some fun banter back and forth for awhile and then she asked me out. We went out to a local lesbian bar and had some good conversation while we were there. She's a sex therapist, which could be interesting, and also very kinky. The date went well. We ended up making out at the bus stop. We went on 2 other dates that went very well, but never managed to get a 4th date planned, mostly because my life blew up. But she also has tried to be helpful while I've been dealing with the blow up and I really appreciate that. I think she might just be keeping her distance, which is totally fair. She recently got some bad health news and is focusing on her health, so that's that.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

Familiar Faces - Dinner and Discoveries Part 3

Summary: Elijah Gilbert has been haunted by dreams of other lives as long as he remembers, but now with the appearance of the Salvatore brother he may finally get some answers.

I figured I should put this here.

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Elijah wakes up the next morning feeling surprisingly well slept, a night without a dream was rare. The surprise of it made it several minutes before he remembered what had led to it.

He’s already dressed in the cheer uniform, when Elena joined him in the kitchen he was already apologising when she interrupted to apologise herself and tell him she was quitting the team.

He blinked at her, that would explain the lack of matching outfit.

“If you're sure,” he shrugged, “but Aunt Jenna’s going to be disappointed we’re not going to match.” he told her before asking, “ so what happened after i went to bed?”

“Oh right, are you ok?” she ignored his question to scan him for any sign of visible sickness, 

“Best sleep i’ve had for awhile, i’m guessing my body hit a wall on the sleep i've been missing.” he explained “Who was at the door?”

“Caroline, and Damon.” she answered with a shrug, as she started making her coffee.

“Really.” he said, taking a long drink of his tea to cover the way he had tensed, “What for?”

“Caroline invited herself,” Elena told him, “it wasn’t too bad we got to know Damon, i don’t think he’s all bad, just messed up after Katherine died i think.”

“She died?”

“Yeah a fire, he said it was recent,”she said as she sat across from him at the table, coffee in hand, “he also didn’t know about their brother.”

“What?” he choked on his tea, ‘how don’t you know your younger brother died?’ he thought an odd emotion growing in his chest, he ignored it and focused on Elena.

“He knew but not at nine, he thought he was older. Apparently he thought their dad had sent him away.” Elena explained before adding “I don't think Damon and their dad got on.”

Elijah didn’t respond, instead cupped his hands around his mug, ‘understatement’ he thought.

Burn scar that was always on Dam’s arm.

Hiding as they shouted, until the sound of flesh on flesh, throwing himself to the floor with a loud cry, a room away, because it made father stop, and kept Dam with him. 

—-

Elijah doesn’t hate red, not quite like the unexplainable hatred of White.

Complete explainable considering the years EJ was surrounded by it

He just understands there can been too much red, such as the uniform he wore, the outfit was far thinner and tighter than any he normally wore, the absence of his preferred layers and his bare arms, had him wishing he had joined Elena but he was aware that if they had both quit Caroline would be unbearable and while he sister could ignore her guilt trips elijah’s wouldn’t be so lucky.

He had let Elena go ahead to explain her choice to Caroline going to his locker to leave a book. Which meant he was crossing the field alone.

“Looking good Gilbert!” He heard called before he managed to make it to the girls, turning he wasn’t surprised to find Grant from the football team heading towards him with two of the others following.

“Where’s the skirt?” Marcus asked, Elijah wondered if he was aware of his mother’s affair

“On the girls, while I could no doubt pull it off, it was decided I would be too much of a distraction.” He smiled at them, while petty insults weren’t enough for him to respond with airing their families issues, it was alway nice to have the upper hand even if they didn’t.

“Leave him be guys, it's the closest he’s ever going to come to a proper team uniform.” the last in the group laughed.

“That might bother me if I was as insecure as any of you,”he told them “thankfully i know i’m more than the ability to throw and catch a ball.” he explained, smirking as their grins dimmed “i’m sure you’ll get there one day.”

When he managed to join the girls it seemed seeing him in the uniform Caroline had pushed at him the day before was enough to pull her from her pout at Elena’s quitting.

“Why is it sleeveless?” he asked the thing that had been bothering him since he left the house, most the other guys’ cheer uniforms had sleeves and longer shirts that didn’t rid up as much

“To match us.” Caroline tells him brightly.

“Could be worse.” Tiki smirked, eyeing him, before he could say anything Bonnie finished for her.

“Shorts.”

“Ok i accept that,” he admitted for all he was confident he could pull off a skirt or shorts he felt cold at just the thought “but why?” he added as he stretched his arms above him, raising the hem on the shirt with it to show his stomach.

“To match us.” Caroline repeated, “I designed it, you’re, like, the first boy on the team in years. I needed to update it.”

Caroline looked so fond and proud of her work he smothered any further complaints, and the idea of a crop top version flashed through his mind.

He’ll be happy with what he got.

—

Elijah didn’t normally jump into a fight so quickly but after the wood and knowing the tension between Jeremy and Tyler, he was moving the moment Vicki’s voice caught his ears when he noticed Tyler’s absence from the team line up.

He’s not sure what he blames on his actions when he arrives to see Tyler’s arm in Stefan’s grip.

Jermey on the ground behind them, his eyes caught his bloodied nose before he moved.

He punched him, his fist going smacking against Tyler’s cheek hard enough that for a moment Stefan was the only thing holding him up.

“JEREMY NO!”

He looked back to where Jeremy was in time to raise his hand to catch the broken glass.

It burned, sharp and painful.

‘I’m sure the grand Elijah can take more.’ Sir- Mr de Martel gloats, the bloodied knife in his hand.

Then several things at once happened, Stefan let go of Tyler and stumbled back, Matt arrived to grab Tyler, Jeremy realised who he had slashed and Elena arrived.

“Shit!”

“ELIJAH!”

“I didn’t-”

“Jeremy!”

“Great choice on sleeveless.” he heard himself say as he stared at the open wound across his hand and wrist, Caroline let out a surprised little laugh.

“This wasn’t why” she muttered.

“The pair of you need-” Elena said little between them, Jeremy’s bloodied face, his bleeding hand held up.

Elijah watches his blood drip, the jagged wound cut across his palm and down his wrist, for a minute he's not outside, he’s in his room barely containing his giggles as he watches the red swallow white.

“He’s the one who got involved.” Jeremy snapped, pulling Elijah back as he  yanked his arm away from Elena, his attempt to use anger to cover the guilt was clear to Elijah even as the pain in his arm was confusing him on where he was.

Focus of Jeremy he reminded himself, suddenly feeling angry.

“Tyler could have pressed charges, anyone else might have.” he hissed as he pressed the cloth, that he had gotten from a quiet Bonnie, into his hand and forced it to curl despite the pain and grabbed Jeremy with his good hand before he could flee. “I've been leaving this to Elena but are you really so stuck in your own head?” He found himself snapping, words too loud to be said with an audience. 

He ignored that voice in his head telling him ‘not now’, as he noticed Caroline, Bonnie and Stefan still close, Tyler and Matt further away with the team, but he was tired of watching Jeremy spiral and keeping everything to himself, waiting for him to talk when all it had gotten was Jeremy believing he had shut himself off.

Terrified, he'd start seeing the street version of himself willing to do anything for another fix, an escape, in Jeremy.

They wanted him to be open so they could deal with it.

“Selfish,” he snapped when he found Jeremy staring at him, “you’re not the only one that lost them. Elena, Aunt Jenna, me, but you're the one who’s decided to self-destruct and make it more difficult for the rest of us.” 

“You don’t-”

“You want us to stop caring, not going to happen.” he bit out cutting Jeremy before he could say anything else stupid. “You want to go down, I'm following you.” he told him, bringing the bloody hand between them, the open wound on his wrist was still bleeding steadily, “Let’s count this as the first, because if you keep this up it won’t be the last scar I gain.” he said with confidence, a odd feeling filling him, like he had done this before. Jeremy stared at him with wide eyes.

He let go of Jeremy after that, letting him storm away.

“You need to take tonight off.” Caroline told him before Elena could start fetting.

“I can still hold a banner,” he tried but gave in at the sight of both Caroline and his twin looking at him in disapproval. “Fine, let me bandage it and I'll sit on the sidelines.”

“We need to have it looked at.” Elena started.

“You might need stitches” Stefan added, Elijah blinked at the reminder that he was still there, he looked over to find Stefan staring at his dripping wrist intensity.

“You need to go.” he told him, almost glaring at him, “the games’ about to start.” he turned to Caroline and Bonnie and added “ you too.” to hopefully stop it from looking like he had a problem with Stefan.

Stef wouldn’t hurt him- it hurts- sharp pain in his neck.

A century was enough to gain control. A part of him that understood what was going on, that had seemingly accepted vampires were real.

Clearly that part was mad and needed to be ignored.

They left and he allowed Elena to pull him to the first aid station where the nurst was set up in case of any injuries.

“What you said to Jeremy-” Elena started to ask.

“I shouldn’t have said it in front of everybody.” he sighed,

“How long have you been holding all that in?” she asked leaning into him

“Since after the funeral, when he snapped at you and you still covered for him to aunt Jenna.” he confessed.

“I thought you didn’t care.” Elena told him and it hurt, he was trying to make it easier on them not worse.

“Sorry I thought it would be easier if I didn't.”

“On who?” she asked

“Myself, you, Aunt Jenna.“ he admitted,

“We’re all gone about this wrong, Jah.” she told him,

“I don’t think there’s a right way to grieve, Na” he replied

“Definitely not Jeremy’s way at least,” Elena added after a moment, shaking the sober mood with it.

“Yeah,” he nodded “we can agree that’s worst.” he winced as he opened his fist, pulling the cloth from the cut and unleashing more blood

“Stop playing with it.” Elena yelled, slapping his shoulder.

He smiled as was about to complain when he noticed the necklace around her neck.

“Wh-where’d you get that necklace?” he asked, not quite stopping the stutter, Elena he thinks blames it on the cut, blood loss or pain, it didn’t matter when she frowned but answered anyway.

“Stefan gave it to me, are you sure we shouldn’t get you to the hospital, at least let me call Aunt Jenna.”

“No” he shook his head “No, you go ahead to watch the game, i’ll call Jenna once the nurse has looked at it.” he smiled when she gave in and left him.

He stuck around just long enough to get his hand and wrist bandaged, leaving as soon as he could to find Stefan.

He knew that necklace, had been drawing it since he was a child, but it didn’t belong to his dreams of the ‘sick child’ or any possible Salvatore.

It was from the strange timeless ones before them, on the neck of a sharply smiling blonde girl. 

It was sketched in painstaking detail in the back of every notebook.

That necklace belonged with the language he shouldn’t know and the runes he couldn’t read.

Why couldn’t he be normal? 

—-

Stefan was so sure of him, Damon was going to have to correct him

“Salvatore!” the coach called “What the hell? We've got a game to play!.” giving Damon a perfect opportunity to show Stefan right away, and he was about the tell stefan just that when another voice joined it.

“Stefan!” Elijah Gilbert panted as he ran towards them.

 Damon watched Eli, at seventeen living, breathing, healthier than Damon ever used to let himself dream, came jogging up to them.

“Gilbert, i’m talking.” the Coach who owed his continued breathing of Elijah alone shouted. 

He had seen the photos but it was something else to see him in the flesh, Alive, it almost hurt but in a good way.

“Where did you get the necklace?” Elijah asked as he arrived in front of them, eyes on Stefan alone, Damon would feel insulted if it didn’t give him time to stare without issue, to take in and memorise what his little brother would have grown into, did grow into.

“Gilbert!” The coach tried again, and Damon, once again reminded himself that killing one of his littlest brother’s teachers in front of him was a bad first impression, human’s didn’t take it well.

Stefan deserved the hell he had promised him, Elijah hadn’t done a thing.

Except die.

“Your hand.” Stefan’s worried words pulled his attention to the white wrapping  the teenager’s wrist, he narrowed his eyes but reminded himself he'd have time for that sort of thing later.

Wouldn’t do to scare Elijah away if he didn’t have any of his memories of them yet.

It was unlikely though as Eli’s dreams had started haunting him around five if not before and he just couldn’t explain them.

“No-” Elijah shook his head and grabbed Stefan with both hands, ignoring the stinging pain he had to have gotten from bending the wrapped hand “Where did you get the necklace?”

“Why does it-” Damon watched as Stefan looked at the boy in confusion until movement caught his eye and he moved.

“Gil-” he cut the coach off with a hand around his throat when he reached for the boy. The boy apparently didn’t notice, the necklace was too important to him it seemed.

Where had Stefan found it for it to cause this reaction.

“It predates you.” he heard Elijah hiss, the boy sounded confused and angry at his own words.

“What?” Stefan asked in confusion, which Damon would agree if he didn’t have an idea what was going on.

“You’ve seen it in your dreams?” he asked, his smile fading when Elijah turned to look at him. 

“Dam.” Elijah looked at him with recognition, before his eyes rolled back and he fainted. 

—-

Elijah had just enough time to take in a familiar face, and eyes he knew were blue despite the dim light, before the black spots he had been ignoring swallowed his vision.

—-

Damon watched as Stefan caught Elijah before he could hit the floor.

He didn't let himself feel too worried, Elijah’s heart was beating steady, he’d likely pushed himself too much looking for Stefan after whatever had caused the cut he could smell under the bandage.

‘Dam’ Elijah had called him, he remembered already, even if it was only a little Damon would bring the rest of his memories back.

But that was for later, now with Elijah out cold, there were no witnesses, he thought with a smile, the coach was still struggling in his hand.

“You were saying something about my humanity…” he said, getting Stefan's attention from where he was trying to wake Eli and pulling the coach closer “really then what's this?” he asked, and tore through the coach’s throat.

“No!” Stefan shouted uselessly but kept hold of Elijah twisting to put himself between them.

“Anyone, anytime, any place.” he gloated as a reminder..

“Even him.” Stefan asked, nodding to the teenager he was holding up.

‘It was odd to see his little brother and littlest brother the same age.’ he thought.

“Of course not.” he admitted allowing himself another look at Elijah, almost peaceful in his sleep, “I have plans for our lost little brother.”

“They're not the same.”

Oh poor Stefan, he thought, Isn’t he?

—

Stefan carries Elijah away from the school and the coach’s body, he wasn’t going to leave him there, couldn’t risk him being linked.

It wasn’t hard to slip into the Gilbert’s house and Elijah’s room to lay him on his bed, forcing himself not to look at anything and taking scratches from the angry black and white cat while barely avoiding the teeth from the smaller black one when he pulled Elijah’s phone out to text Elena that he went home. 

Mr. Tanner was dead because he had pushed Damon on his humanity.

“Anyone, anytime, any place.”

Lives didn’t matter to Damon, he couldn’t be left to do as he wanted, even if he still contained a hint of humanity. The way he had moved when Coach had reached for Elijah, the look in his eyes when he looked at Elijah.

“I have plans for our lost little brother.”

Eli had already been killed by one older brother, he didn’t need the other destroying the life of some poor kid that looked like him, in his memory.

—-

Elijah woke up in the middle of the night for once not due to strange too-real dreams but due to abnormally loud snarled hisses and growls.

He blinked as sat up, surprised to find Kit and Luci weren’t snarling at each other but both at the empty window.

“What got into you guys?” he asked as both cats turned at his voice, Luci came straight to headbut his chin, digging his claws into his thigh, while Kit began to settle down and curl in his lap.

He sat for a moment before giving up on staying awake and fell backwards onto his pillow with a loud sigh, Luci took the opportunity to settle on his chest and neck, he was asleep again within seconds.

He never noticed Damon Salvatore standing outside the widow.

—-

Defeated by a pair of cats, ‘Stefan should employ the felines to guard Elena’ Damon thought as he listened to Elijah fall back to sleep. Getting into her room had been simple, he hadn’t expected he would have been chased away by a pair of overgrown furballs when he tried Elijah’s.

‘Your lucky Elijah likes you’ he glared through the window.

Two pairs of reflective eyes looked back, from where they curled on top of the sleeping boy.

[thessalian]

Haven't gone back to the Forbidden West yet. May save that until there's less sunlight - either because more cloud cover (which is on the way) or because night-time approaches (which is going to be awhile because it gets dark late here once you get past, like, mid-April). Or at least until I get bored with waiting and close the drapes so that the sun glare off my monitor doesn't mess with my gaming. But the last couple of hours have been at once really nice and rather painful. Because, again, fibromyalgia sucks. So: the problems and small joys of my afternoon.

I went out on Friday for some bits and pieces and noticed that the big Tesco had a massive sale on these Itsu-brand cup-o-noodles things that are made from rice noodle instead of wheat noodle? So I can eat them and not get glutened? So I had that to look forward to already.

Just as I was boiling the water, doorbell goes - it's my mother with the promised treats from North America. She'd asked me if I needed maple syrup or anything, but I'm pretty good for that at the moment but I did ask for more A1 sauce (because nowhere in this benighted country sells it) and some Sour Patch Kids - the one remaining sweet from my childhood that I still really enjoy and can actually eat (Coffee Crisp bars would be up there, but ... again, wafer biscuit, gluten, *sob*). So she comes upstairs with my good-sized bottle of A1 sauce and a bag of Sour Patch Kids the size of my head. Apparently her and her best friend Michelle (who I've known since I was a kid - she's kind of an honorary aunt - so I have two Aunt Michelles, but the blood-related one goes by Mickey) discussed getting the watermelon ones or these lemon ones I hadn't even heard of, but Mum knows I'm a bit of a traditionalist about that stuff and I'd want the ones I've always liked. And then they both saw the huge honking bag of Sour Patch Kids and said, "THAT'S THE ONE" so I have Sour Patch Kids for awhile.

(For those of you who follow me and also live in the UK: yes, I know you have those here too. It's just that the consistency of both the gummy and the sugar is wrong and you have blackcurrant instead of blue raspberry and strawberry instead of cherry and they're fine for what they are but I want the ones I liked when I was eight. In a shop where I don't have to spend £3 on a dinky 50g bag.)

Anyway, I settled down, had my rice noodles, and got a fairly pleasant surprise in that my grocery delivery arrived a little earlier than I had anticipated. Minor issue in a couple of substitutions and the complete absence of my coffee. Buuuuuut I had designs on going out tomorrow anyway and I've got enough to get me by. But I have all the fixings of glorious dinners and various savoury snacks and fruit. Honestly, it's the fruit that feels most like the splurge these days. But I require vitamins even if I take the multivitamin tablets and if I'm going to snack on fruit, it has to be fruit I will like. I have a mango of just the right degree of ripeness, some Pink Lady apples, some clementines, and some green grapes. Omnom.

Going to let it be a relatively easy day today, though. Corner shop, fairly simple dinner, video games. I need to save up some spoons for the eventual charge out to actual shops tomorrow. Like, ones that sell things like clothes. Sometimes you just need more trousers.

[robinismywifee]

Back to the Old House - Chapter 7:

September 9th, 2034

[ 4 days after last chapter]

Raines age: 16 years, 6 months

Ellies age: 15 years, 3 months

CW: trouble with eating

Words: 1796

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Raines POV:

“So me and Tommy are gonna head out to Joels place for dinner tonight,”

Maria started, I already rolled my eyes. She saw and sighed, placing her fork down, which made a small clanking noise from her glass plate.

"Look, I know you and.."

I watched Marias face as she thought for an extra second if she should say her name.

"Ellie.." she said slowly, watching my expression to see if it was too far or not, I stayed silent, and she continued, "Are not on the best terms.. i'm

not quite sure why or what happened at all, and i'm not sure if i'm allowed to ask you, so I won't, but she clearly-"

"—Can you just get to the fucking point already?"

She pressed her lips together, and nodded. "Right.. well, you're more then welcome to come with me and Tommy. And we would both really appreciate it if you did.." Maria finished

"Look kid, I have a feeling you're gonna be stuck with us for awhile and Joel means alot to the both of us, hes our family, and we might not be family with you, but you're damn near it, and we think it'd be best if you got along with that household, we ain't gonna force you to come along or nothin, but.. we'd love for you to come, even if you don't speak a single word"

Tommy explained his thoughts. I picked at the remainder of my eggs, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach.

After a moment of awkward silence and glances, I spoke up, "I'm gonna head to Jesses before patrol. Thanks for the food" I got out of my chair, grabbing my bag off the floor, swinging it over my shoulders and left the front door, accidentally slamming it shut from my anger.

I took a deep breath when I existed, feeling the chilly summer morning breeze.

I had woken up almost 3 hours before patrol started and couldnt fall back asleep, so i've been ready for patrol for 2 hours now and I dont leave for another hour. I know I told Maria I was gonna go to Jesses but do I really want to? I mean, I know he would be up by now..

I decided to slowly walk to his house, stalling on knocking on his door. As I walked, I kept on thinking of her. Its like I couldn't even control it, my mind just always fell back to her.

I had gone through the first week of school already, I went the second day to actually learn but kept on going because I was enjoying the art class and Miss Collins' classes.

Everyday I tried my best to ignore Ellie, I also never replied to her paper she passed me, the reason being, I had no idea why. I also didn't know which thing she was referring to, but my guess was that it was about me being nice to her out of the blue and then immediately leaving.

I had no clue why. I just did. It was like my body moved faster then my brain. I don't know why I followed after her or why I gave her my food. I had no idea.

Before I knew it, I was standing infront of Jesses door. I knocked lightly on it.

A minute passed and I heard jogging footsteps, then I heard something fall from the inside and a small- "ow!"

and then, the door opened. "Oh! Hey Raine, oh shoot— is it time to go already?" he asked frantically

"No- no, we still have about 45 minutes, I just.. came early since I had nothing else to do.."

"Oh! that's sick! Miss me already, huh?" Jesse said sarcastically, before he left back inside for a minute, yelling goodbye to his mother, and came back outside, shutting his door, now with his backpack.

"I was just about to head to tipsy bison, wanna come with?"

"Uh, yeah sure, but i'm not gonna eat- I just had breakfast" I quickly explained, he looked at me, a look I couldn't tell what it meant, he then sighed and started walking.

"Well.. suit yourself then" he mumbled, I followed to his side.

Over this week, me and Jesse have gotten alot closer, since anytime I was out I was with him; patrol and school.

It was only a 5 minute walk and we were at the food bar.

People greeted Jesse as usual, but the sound of someone greeting me caught me off guard, until I saw it was Dina and I immediately greeted her back.

"Come sit! I just got here and was waiting for Jesse to show, it's nice to see you with him Raine"

"Oh, thanks Dina.." I hummed, sitting beside Dina with Jesse across

Jesse ordered his food and so did Dina—

"Are you sure you don't want anything? I mean, you never eat lunch at school and I never see you eat breakfast?"

"Oh.. it's nothing, I just prefer to eat at Marias" I shrugged, Dina nodded, believing it.

"Fuck.. it's so freezing this morning.." i hummed to myself, feeling the hairs on my arms lift, and before I knew it, hands were placing a warm fabric around my shoulders. I looked over to see Dina, know not wearing a jacket, and the wool jacket she wore wrapped around me, ontop of my cold leather jacket.

"Oh- Dina, you dont have to-"

"No! Trust me it's fine! Keep it for the day, I was actually starting to sweat" she smiled sweatly

"A- are you sure? I mean, if we run into infected or maybe even people, I could easily stain it.."

"Trust me, I don't care, as long as your comfortable!"

I went to protest again but before I could Jesse and Dinas breakfast was being placed on the table.

I washed my hands of the dirt scraped onto them, and splashed my face with cold water, rubbing my eyes tiredly, turning off the fossett and patting my face dry with a towel.

I looked into the mirror and sighed.

Todays patrol was tiring. We only ran into one clicker, but we also ran into the clicker by both of us falling through the floor of a building and spending an hour on trying to get out.

My legs hurt from how I fell and I gained multiple new cuts and bruises. I had just spent an hour patching myself up and washing my body from the blood and dirt. I had even changed out of my dirty clothes and wore freshly washed ones. All I wanted to do was fall into bed and let my body rest, but I still had to give Dina her jacket back.

I was actually very thankful Dina had lended me her thick wool jacket, because the morning chill had ended up staying the same throughout all patrol and it still was chilly. Even if it was still summer, it was on the cusk of fall, and the autumn weather was starting to show.

I tied on my shoes, and slipped on my jacket, and had Dinas jacket in my arm. I left the empty house— since Maria and Tommy were both still out— and began to walk to Dinas house.

Thankfully, I knew were Dina lived from when we'd walk home from school, and I would see her enter her house.

It was closer to my house then Jesses house was, so it should be a short walk.

As I walked, I made sure to keep a careful eye for her house, alot of the homes in Jackson looked the same and blended together.

I silently cheered to myself when I recognized her house. I walked up to the door and softly knocked, hoping she was home.

I could hear voices from inside but they were from afar and very muffled, I couldn't hear what they were saying or who was saying it, but it sounded like two people breifly aurging.

I knocked again, unsure if the people inside heard me. It was silent for a minute before I heard footsteps, and then a way too familiar voice—

"Why the fuck are you making us get up Jess-"

The door opened and the voice matched the face. She stood with her arms crossed with an annoyed expression on her face, but when her eyes met mine, her face softened and reddened. Her mouth was opened slightly, from how she stopped talking mid sentence.

I could tell that my face was red from the heat flash I suddenly got, I stared into her eyes, my lips slightly parted aswell, and my eyes widened. We both stared at eachother, in a trance.

She was the first to break the eye contact. She seemed to have processed who she was staring at, and immediately looked to the ground, "Uh.." she awkwardly said..

"I.." I started, but felt my voice start to shake, I gulped and looked to the ground, trying to think of what to say, but it was hard when my brain was thinking a million other thoughts all at once.

"Uhm.." She said, still looking down at her feet.

"Wh- Where.. Dina.." I couldn't even make out a complete sentance from how nervous I felt, it felt like I was getting punched in the stomach and kicked in the eye.

"O- oh- right.. uh.. i- ill.. get.... get her" Ellie stuttered, and turned around, the door still half opened, I watched as she faded into the halls.

Why is Ellie at Dinas house?

A minute later, Dina came out. Her face was a bit red and she seemed embarrassed, "Hey- i'm really sorry about that.. we both thought you were Jesse.. uh, what- what did you need?" Dina explained,

"J- just.. wanted to.." I still couldn't complete a sentance, my voice was shakey and my face was burning red. I lifted up Dinas jacket I had in my hand.

"Oh! Right! Yeah- I should have remembered.. thank you.." Dina said, taking it out of my hand.

"Uh- Hey, i'm really sorry I didn't mean to- I- uh- also sorry for not telling you that we're friends with her.. we just didn't want you to.. get nervous or anything.."

Friends? We? So Jesse is too? Is that what Cat meant when she said 'everyone was gonna be there'? Her, Ellie, and Dina? Thats Jesses friend group? And he never fucking told me?

I nodded to Dina. "Kay.. i'm.. i'm gonna go now.." I quickly turned around and sped walked home, not looking back.

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A/n:

this wasnt proof read, i didnt have time since i just got back to school so sorry if theres mistakes. please gimmie notes and comments and comment to be in taglist:

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[w2soneshots]

You’re to cute -W2S

words: 1.0k+

warnings: pregnancy, slight worrying.

summary: Harry and the boys decide to cheer you up by planning a cute evening for you and the side girls.

notes: I love this request, so cute🥹. Protective Harry🫶🏼. I hope you all enjoy!!🤍🧸🎀

Me and Harry have been together for almost five years now. We always knew we wanted kids so when I found out I was pregnant we were elated. It's been amazing so far. We had to wait almost 3 months to tell everyone, which was torture for Harry since he can't seem to keep his mouth shut. But once we could finally tell all of our family and friends it was amazing. I could rant to Faith about the good and bad things that come with being pregnant and Harry felt a huge weight off his shoulders.

This last six months I haven't been feeling the best. I had awful morning sickness at the beginning (which is how I knew to take a test), I'm tired all the time and the hormones have been wild. One minute I'm laughing the next I'm in tears then two minutes later I'm pissed off. But the first scan, listening to the babies heart beat, finding out we're having a little girl and feeling her kick make it one hundred percent worth it.

Today Harry had to leave for a sidemen shoot early so I woke up alone in our bed. I got up, made myself breakfast, took a quick shower then put on some comfy clothes and lay back down on the bed. I sighed as I turned the tv on, then I clicked on my favourite movie. I spent almost the entire day in bed and on the sofa which has been my daily routine for quite awhile now. I've been to lunch with Talia a few times, baby shopping with Faith and Harry always makes an effort when it comes to little dates, mini golf, bowling, stuff like that. But I've still been feeling a little bit left out.

When I finally heard the front door open I smiled. After he'd put his things away Harry pushed open the door to the bedroom. His face beamed when he locked eyes with me. "How are my girls?" He asked as he sat down on the bed, beside me. "We're good. How was your day?" I moved to rest my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me. "Um some of it didn't really go to plan but I think it'll make the video funnier," He replied. "Actually... me n the boys were talking and -only if you feel up to it- we were wondering if you wanted to come out for dinner and we could watch that new movie that just came out in the cinema?" He proposed.

I smiled (tho he couldn't see my face) "that would be lovely. But don't you hate movies?" "Well I don't hate them, they're just not really my thing. But if it means getting to spend time with you and my friends then I really don't mind." My heart melted at his words, then uncontrollably tears began to spill down my cheeks. I sniffled and Harry quickly brought my face up so he could look at me. "What's wrong? We don't have to go if you don't want to." He reassured kindly. "No Harry I'm fine and I really want to go, that was just really sweet." I wiped my face. He laughed lightly then pulled me into a hug.

After getting up I brushed my hair back into a ponytail then slipped on some shoes before grabbing my phone. "Ready?" Harry asked. "Yup! Let's go." I replied with a bright smile. Harry drove (for once) and we were soon outside the cinema. He held my hand as we walked into the building. I looked around and spotted Faith, Freya and Talia standing near the popcorn, along with their boyfriends and Tobi. We walked over to them and a look of pure excitement spread across Talia's face. "You look so cute! How are you?" She pulled me into a friendly hug. "Pretty good, you?" I replied sweetly. We waited a few minutes for JJ to arrive, when he did we scanned our tickets and made our way into the theatre.

The entire movie Harry's hand was intertwined with mine, while my other one sat comfortably on my little bump. "You two are so cute." Faith whispered into my ear. I looked at her and smiled. Once the credits started to play we all got up and grabbed our things. As we walked out we decided on Nando's for dinner, since there's one just a five minute walk from the cinema.

As we were walking down the pavement a pretty big group of fans surrounded us. I was quickly pushed away from Harry as I got trapped in a small sea of people. "Hey!" I heard JJ's voice call out "move!" My eyes scanned around and they met with Ethan's. He lunged forward, pushing the teenagers out of the way. Then he gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards Harry. Josh, JJ and Tobi told the fans to politely "get lost." While Harry fussed over if I was ok. "Are you sure? Is the baby ok?" I nodded as my heart rate slowed "I'm fine. They didn't know. It's ok." I reassured him. Since I'm not really in the public eye we decided not to tell the fans that I'm pregnant. We want to just keep it to ourselves for now, our little secret.

With Harry on one side and JJ on my other we walked the rest of the way to the restaurant. Once we got there we found a table and sat down. Then Josh and Simon went to the front counter to order. Our food came just ten minutes after we'd ordered. We chatted amongst ourselves and I talked to Faith about the crib me and Harry had just recently ordered, since it wouldn't come for quite a few weeks and we wanted to have everything finished as early as possible. Once everyone had finished we walked back to our cars, said goodbye and headed home.

"Thank you for tonight Harry." I murmured as I lay on his chest. "I'm glad you had fun it was nice to see you laughing." He replied. My eyes closed. "You're so cute." I whispered. "Good night y/n. I love you." "love you too." My voice trailed off as I fell into a deep sleep.

[aadagio]

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Barbenheimer actually wound up being a lot of fun on Friday, despite everything. My neck is still in a lot of pain, and I'm still not 100% sure when that will go away or what I'm going to do about it. I am still extremely stressed and anxious, but I'm trying my best. Craig said I deserve to enjoy things, so I tried and I mostly think I succeeded.

I had originally planned to wear something cute to the movies, despite not having any pink, but when I woke up on Friday I just was not feeling it at all. I just wore jeans and a T-shirt, but I added this zombie Barbie jewelry set I've had for about 12 years now. It's a bloody, dismembered Barbie face set into a pendant necklace, as well as two bloodied and severed Barbie arms fashioned into earrings. They're my favorite pair in the world, and I was glad to give them the perfect time to shine.

We started the day by going to Cinemark to see Oppenheimer at 2 pm. I wasn't feeling that great going in, and ever since Tuesday loud noises have really been jarring for me, so I was feeling nervous about what we were about to see. And it was fucking LOUD. The sound, while incredibly edited and engineered, was definitely hard for me to get through, but overall the movie was so incredible that I really did enjoy the experience of seeing a 3-hour epic like that.

After we got out, my sister drove us all over to the mall where we ate at the Cheesecake Factory for dinner, and I had some lackluster nachos (reminder for myself to never order those again). My head and neck were really hurting at that point, and I was starting to feel fatigued, but I took some Tylenol and pushed through because I knew we had Barbie next and I was so looking forward to that.

After dinner, we walked around the mall for awhile, stopping in Claire's and Spencer's to window shop. Our showtime for Barbie was 8:45, so around 8:30, Craig called an Uber back home and me and Julia waited outside for my friend Heather to join us at the AMC connected to the mall.

We weren't able to take any photos or anything beforehand, since the theater lobby was so packed, so we just headed straight into our showing. It was a smaller theater than what we'd been in for Oppenheimer, but it was packed with people wearing pink outfits. When the Nicole Kidman ad started playing, me and Julia began quietly quoting it along with her, and other people in the audience heard us and either laughed or joined in with us, and the whole theater clapped once it was done playing, which made me feel like I was in great company.

The movie itself was hilarious, incredible, and surprisingly emotional. I never wanted to tear my eyes away from the screen for a single second, even though I inevitably did to look over at Heather or Julia and see their reactions too. It was such a fun one to see with a packed audience - everyone was laughing, clapping and reacting to the in-jokes and quippy moments. Once we got out we found the Barbie Box and the movie poster and took a bunch of photos that didn't turn out super well, but were still fun to take.

Heather wound up giving me a ride home afterward, and we spent the whole drive just reminiscing about our favorite childhood Barbies and dolls in general, and how much we wish we could still play with them.

I was completely exhausted by the time I got home, and I've been exhausted in general this weekend. Just sleeping a ton. I feel like it's all just been catching up to me or something. I have no idea what this week is going to bring, and to be honest I really don't want to think about it. I just want to escape into Barbie movie memes and shitposts, so I guess I'm just going to reblog a bunch of those now until I fall asleep.

[sometimesanalice]

JORDAN!

I love your reblogs I hoard them the way a squirrel hoards their little nut stash, lol.

It absolutely would not have been a Thanksgiving fic without invoking your patron saint! I'm so happy that their get together got your thumbs up too!

And I hope you'll forgive me for withholding [redacted] from you this time! You get all my fic planning (and editing) nonsense, but I like to make sure you surprise every now and then! A little treat that I haven't talked you ear off about! (BUT IT IS SO HARD BECAUSE I AM ALWAYS DYINGGGG TO TELL YOUUUUUU!)

more for you!

And maybe if you had asked him when the sun was up instead of at 3 AM he might have known better than to give you such a noncommittal answer. - i can absolutely picture her sitting up straight in bed at 3am GASPING about the cranberry sauce - AS SHE SHOULD, MIND YOU!-- CRANBERRY SAUCE MATTERS! and people have OPINIONS! SG isn't about to dial in her first big Thanksgiving hosting duties! And bless Bradley, but he really should have known better, lol. It's 3 AM sir, IT MATTERS EXTRA BEFORE THE SUN IS UP!

Your mom had always made it clear that he had an open invitation to join in whatever merry festivities were happening with your family - her mom is so sweet! i just know she was so excited when she found out they were a couple! i love how often she’s mentioned in the fics too?-- Oh I think it made her so happy. Bradley is her Sweet Boy and them together? Like the moms never did the "oooh look at them thing" because that's so weird and puts so much pressure on kids. But I think she's always loved how he's looked out of her daughter. I just love the history that is there and how entwined their families were at the start.

There was a display of pumpkins, ribbons, and a garland of strung dried orange slices that decorated the fireplace - okay i’m obsessed martha stewart?!!? and then the pinecone place cards to say nothing about the new green lower cabinets???? i love their house so so much it seems so cozy and lived in (even though they’re not real…) and don’t even get me started on how camp the oversized confetti is (do i reread the first time fic? mayhaps)-- Pinterest came THROUGH for me. But the camp confetti is the crowning glory, I GIGGLED when I thought of it, haha!

“Don’t think that’s what I was hearing thirty minutes ago when we had that pretty green dress of yours bunched around your hips. Sounded something like ‘more, Bradley, more’ to me.” - 🫠🫠 pls just take me against the dishwasher i’m BEGGING and the pretty GREEN dress that gets bunched up around my hips?! PLUS IT’S VELVET?? say less pls-- we know how much they like their kitchen! She's always worried about the neighbors getting an eyeful, expecially when they have a cute al fresco brunch on their deck and she's only wearing his shirt 💁🏼‍♀️ but also bradley's favorite color and that soft fabric??! man is definitely not trying to keep his hands to himself, sorry y'all dinner is going to be delayed

“I was kidding,” you say, stopping your agitated whisking to go fluff the stuffing instead. - i love her so much. like all the mannerisms and whatnot they’re so in character and in tune and realistic to what we’ve seen from her?-- she's like "how dare you call me out like that it was a joke??" when they both know it was not a joke in the leasttttt, lol. Sweet Girl, anxious girl! But also that is the best compliment to get! It had been awhile since I've focused on them and I really wanted this slightly older version of her to still seem like her. (which means I just need to write more of Them™️)

He reaches for a couple plates, holding them up for your approval and you point to the one on the right. - i’m actually obsessed with this line which seems so random BUT IT’S SO REALISTIC?!? my mom and i spent 15 minutes doing this earlier today!- He learned his lesson quickly after the cranberry incident! If he doesn't have an opinion, he knows she's going to. But I really wanted there to be a moment showing how in sync they are together as a team? Like the type of conversations without words and how they understand each other?

And sometimes when he looks at you he can so clearly see the little girl he’d been forced to entertain for hours when your moms were hanging out. You went from being his favorite nuisance to his best friend to his everything. - i think this is one of the reasons why i love them as a couple so much? there’s just SO much history? and bradley being like “i was FORCED to hang out with her” lol sure sure i get it, suuuuure (i need more of younger them)-- I LOVE THEIR HISTORYYYYY! I was so soft over this line. He was always appeasing his mom until he realized he liked hanging out with her. He's always loved her but now he gets to be in love with her 🥰

After nearly two decades of hard beds on foreign bases and on lumpy carrier mattresses, he’s never slept as well as he did since the two of you found your way to each other. His peace was found under a fluffy green duvet on a wooden canopy bed with you tucked under his arm. - NO BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK?!!?! how could you do this to me - question mark? it’s so pretty and lovely!!! and then her emphatic “no. no i wouldn’t” (it reminded me of That Line)-- OK BUT CAN YOU BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THAT LINE UNTIL YOU REMINDED ME OF IT HERE???!!! Like we KNOW how soft, how delicate I am about Delployment!Bradley. But that THEY both know what it means for him to have a home and a bed and a wife and a dog and a family of his own???? anywaysssss im weeping its fine

“‘In Ina we trust’,” you say with a serious nod of your head. - i’m fucking GAGGED!??!!! MY QUEEN! MY PATRON SAINT!?! (also bradley kind of IS jeffrey like career wise so…)-- i did it for youuuuuuuuu! 💖

It fit a little more snug that he remembered it, but he thought he still pulled it off well. - i told you this earlier but this is so fucking hot like godddddddd daddy?!?! his big arms!?!-- LITERALLY 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 like no wonder miss ma'am like needed a moment with him even as the countdown was on, sheeeeshhhhhh

He still doesn’t know how he ended up with a dog named Duck. - MOTHER FUCKING DUCK THE DOG MY SWEET BOY!! also it’s duck, like quack is HILARIOUS and i can just see the look on his face saying it-- i'm going to write this one, i'm going to write this oneeeee!

He couldn’t wait to surprise you with the golden tennis ball that the shelter sends out as a thank you after a decade of donations. - golden balls!!!! also i hope he has to get it in person and sees casey and is like HA I WIN-- he's playing the LONG game! he saw the potential! the opportunity! and he's running with it! I also think he genuinely loves the idea of being able to surprise her? Like they know so much about each other so when they get to surprise the other, it's like the best thing to them!

“Woah, woah,” he says as he catches you on the way to the fridge and pulls you to his chest, “C’mere, my sweet girl.” - MY SWEET GIRL (CAPITALIZED!!!!) i love this so much! the faulty stemware! then the butter! this is so sweet and i love that it’s what gets us the big reveal!-- the MY sweet girl absolutely SENT ME. that's his pregnant best friend and wife and soulmate! I knew it had to be something silly, like chilled butter, something that any rational person would be like "thata's not a big deal" but would be devastating to someone cooking up a baby Bradshaw (or two 🤗)

There are times in the soft quiet of night, usually when you are asleep and his mind won’t quite settle, that he sometimes thinks he was put on this Earth to hold you. - how do you write this beautifully? it’s really not far to me of my (pregnancy less) hormones? this is so lovely-- 😭💖 i just love them so muchhhhh, i want thissssss

“Hey kids, I brought the turkey,” Mav calls out from the entry. - i too PANICKED when i first read this line-- bradley is trying to keep it together! he just calmed down his wife and now he has to worry about his dad going off script?!! THE OVEN SPACE MAV!

“Cooper Mitchell Ford Bradshaw, you are without a doubt the cutest turkey I have ever seen,” - alexa…i’m really not over this name? it is so so soooooooo perfect? like i think it’s the best baby boy name i’ve ever seen in a bradley x reader fic? and i’m being so serious. like im speechless COOPER? MITCHELL? FORD? goodnight y’all!-- I AGONIZEDDDDDDDD about the name!! Like HOURS of combing baby names and trying to get the combo just right! And COOPER MITCHELL FORD BRADSHAW HAS MY HEART! With his chubby cheeks and precious curls 😭 Like the Bradshaw line is continuing but I wanted there to be some MavDad love and then something of JUST Bradley too.

The man had always been his father in everything but name. That is until he’d seen the man who raised him hold his son for the first time. “Yeah, Dad,” Bradley says, clearing his throat a bit, “Everything’s perfect.” - i actually started crying when bradley says “yeah dad” because like??? we have him think it a lot and it’s clearly something that means a lot to him, but to have him verbalize it is just so wonderful and lovely?-- THAT'S HIS DAD! THAT'S HIS FAMILY! Like it's one thing for him to think it, but I also needed him to say it and for it to be like a normal thing?? That they've been able to reach that point and heal that hurt? oh now i am crying

There are no words for the pride and love that washes over him every time he looks over and sees you with his son propped up on your hip and the way your pretty dress stretches around your growing family. - 🤭🤭🤭 this is so so lovely i don’t have anything else to say-- His Kid and his kids.

Cooper grins when he sees him, his tiny hand reaching out for his dad. For him. - stop 🥺🥺 i’m crying again-- THAT'S HIS KID HE'S HIS DAD! Part of him, part of her. His place in the world is with themmmmmm

Now I need to reread this fic because them and their family mean so much to meeeee! thank you for loving them with me!

In a Place Just Right

Summary: It's your first year hosting Thanksgiving in San Diego for the Daggers and Bradley can tell you're a little nervous about it. But he already knows it's going to be one for the books, because any holiday spent with you better than anything he could have imagined.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 5K

Warnings: fluff and allusions to smut (minors dni)

(author's note: this fic is set in the 'Like I Can Universe', but can be read on it's own! Happy Thanksgiving, friends!)

For the last six years Penny has been the one to host Daggersgiving, but this year hostess duties had fallen on your plate. Needless to say, Bradley knew you were more than a little stressed about it.

When you had asked him about his opinion on the merits of canned cranberry sauce versus homemade he’d blinked at you a few times before asking, “Is this a thing people care about?”

He’ll never forget how adorably aghast you looked to learn that he had no preference on the matter. And maybe if you had asked him when the sun was up instead of at 3 AM he might have known better than to give you such a noncommittal answer.

“Both, we’ll have both,” you’d stated resolutely.

“Whatever you want, kid," he’d murmured as he’d pulled you to his chest and wrapped an arm around your stomach. His smart and beautiful wife. "Now go back to sleep, you’re supposed to be dreaming of sugarplums not cranberries."

“Wrong holiday, Bradley,” you’d sighed, relaxing against him. And it hadn’t taken you long to fall back asleep with that cranberry crisis having been averted.

But now people were due to show up in less than an hour and you were fluttering around the kitchen like a madwoman in a very pretty green dress, "I knew that quickie was a bad idea. You're never quick, Bradley."

He’d been away and missed many holidays over the years due to his career.

Your mom had always made it clear that he had an open invitation to join in whatever merry festivities were happening with your family, but more often than not it rarely aligned with him being stationed all over the world. But he’d always been happy to get to have a phone call with you and eat the homemade cookies you’d sent him on those years spent apart.

But now Bradley got to look forward to spending every holiday with you in the home you shared with him.

Over the last week the house had slowly but surely transformed into something that was straight out of a magazine.

There was a display of pumpkins, ribbons, and a garland of strung dried orange slices that decorated the fireplace. And overpriced candles from your favorite store flickered cheerfully on every surface that wasn’t a fire hazard to a bunch of enthusiastic Naval aviators. The dining table was dressed up to the nines and everyone spot with their names painstakingly written in your pretty script on a place card sitting in a pinecone.

You had even made some oversized confetti in the shape of oak leaves out of some old books, the copy of ‘Why Men Love Bitches’ that Nat had given him years ago as a joke was finally repurposed and recycled into something more festive over where the beverages had been set up.

The whole house smells amazing. Warm cinnamons and nutmegs mixing with bright citrus and warm vanillas. The kitchen island and countertops were filled with various plates and platters and bowls of dips, charcuterie, fruit and vegetables, nuts, and other savories. All the other dishes were being kept warm in the ovens for when everyone arrived and was ready to settle around the dining table for dinner.

Bradley was positive that no one would leave feeling hungry. He also wasn’t entirely sure where the things his friends where going to go, but there were worst problems to have.

Penny had taken Amelia with her to visit her family on the East Coast. They’d decided it would probably be better for Mav to hang back in San Diego for the holiday, those tensions with her dad were still a bit strained even though they’d been married for almost four years now.

Which is how the Bradshaw’s were hosting their first Thanksgiving for everyone.

This morning had been organized chaos. Some of the last minute-things had only managed to be checked off with the assistance of strong coffee and a good playlist.

However, he’d still managed to sneak in the opportunity to spin you around the kitchen to your wedding song when it came up on shuffle. After all the cranberries were still popping and boiling down; there was time for it, he'd always make time for it.

But that was then.

Now, you are glaring at him like you’d been personally victimized by him and his cock.

“You complaining, sweet girl?” he asks with a smirk, leaning his hip against the kitchen island watching as you briskly stir the gravy heating up in the copper sauce pot on the stove. “Don’t think that’s what I was hearing thirty minutes ago when we had that pretty green dress of yours bunched around your hips. Sounded something like ‘more, Bradley, more’ to me.”

You shoot him a look that would make a weaker man wither, but he’s built up an immunity to it over a lifetime of having it directed at him.

“I think that’s quite enough out of you,” you reprimand, but he sees the amusement in your eyes even as you fight to keep the annoyed façade on your face. “We’re behind schedule now. I thought I buffered in enough time, just in case-”

“Just in case you begged me to give you an orgasm to, and I quote, ‘help me chill out’?”

“I was kidding,” you say, stopping your agitated whisking to go fluff the stuffing instead.

“All I’m saying is that if my beautiful wife is begging for me, I’m certainly not going to say no. I’m only human,” he says with an all too pleased shrug.

Bradley grabs the can opener and works on opening the canned cranberry sauce. He reaches for a couple plates, holding them up for your approval and you point to the one on the right. The scalloped white one with gold rim it'll be.

“For the record, I certainly did not beg,” you say primly, glowering into the homemade stuffing that you’d had him get the bread from the nice bakery across town for.

“Sure, sure,” he drawls, the smirk growing wider on his face as he sets to freeing the jelly from its rippled container.

He knows he shouldn’t tease you right now, but you’re so cute when you get huffy that he can’t help himself. He’s known that petulant raise of your chin his whole life. And sometimes when he looks at you he can so clearly see the little girl he’d been forced to entertain for hours when your moms were hanging out.

You went from being his favorite nuisance to his best friend to his everything.

“Do I still look ok? Or do I need to do a quick refresh before everyone gets here?” you ask. You turn to fully face him, tilting your head one way and then another for his inspection.

He would happily stare at you all day if you’d let him. He loves your pretty eyes and what you’ve done with your hair.

“You’re beautiful,” he grins, “And if anyone asks, we can just say you’re flushed from all the cooking.”

“Bradley,” you whine setting down your wooden spoon down on the counter with a sharp thwack.

“Ok, ok. I’m done, I promise,” he says putting his hands up in surrender with a chuckle.

He pushes off the counter and grabs a glass off of one of the floating shelves and fills it with some ice water.

“Good,” you tut haughtily, as you fiddle with the white and orange striped kitchen towel hanging on the oven door, “I was about to threaten to make you sleep on the couch tonight.”

“You wouldn’t.” Even the thought of it makes his stomach feel unsettled.

After nearly two decades of hard beds on foreign bases and on lumpy carrier mattresses, he’s never slept as well as he did since the two of you found your way to each other.

His peace was found under a fluffy green duvet on a wooden canopy bed with you tucked under his arm.

“No. No, I wouldn’t,” you agree, leaning in to place a soft kiss to his cheek in thanks when he presses the cold glass into your hands.

Bradley tugs you away from the warm stove and you reluctantly follow and sit on the barstool he’s pulled out for you on the other side of the kitchen island.

He runs his hand up and down your back comfortingly as you take a few sips, “We’re in a great place, sweet girl.”

“Mhm, yeah. Sure, of course.” You couldn’t sound less unsure if you tried. “It’s just… I’m nervous about the mushroom and leeks bread pudding. I’ve never made it before. And what if we run out of wine?”

“What’s been our motto?” he asks, taking over the helm at the stove whisking the gravy together as it begins to thicken.

“‘In Ina we trust’,” you say with a serious nod of your head. 

“Atta girl, we sure do. And Nat said she’s is bringing a few bottles she picked up from when she went to Napa, the good shit. It’s going to be great. Trust me,” he says giving you a warm smile. “Will it make you feel better to go over everything again?”

“Yes, please,” you say, anxiously drumming your fingers along the side of your water glass.

He’d stepped up where he could like making sure the house was pristine and cleaning up the yard by blowing off the wrinkled remainders of the yellow Tipuana flowers. He’d even been able to source and rent some more chairs to make sure that everyone would have a seat at the table.

Bradley wasn’t a schlump in the kitchen. He knew his way around a cookbook and a stove. His knife skills were pretty damn good too, if he did say so himself. But he also knew when somethings were out of his wheelhouse. So he’d taken to being your sous chef, and had taken to washing and prepping the ingredients for you so that all you had to do was toss them in whatever shiny pot they were destined for.

He even made his mom’s favorite pie. It had been years since he's had it, and he was excited to share it with everyone.

Your mom had mailed the copy of the original recipe she had that was written in Carole’s rounded, flourished script. You had made a photocopy of it to use so that the original didn’t get ruined, and then pointed out a spot on the wall where you said you’d thought it would look nice in a frame hanging in the kitchen. And he'd fallen a little more in love with you.

“Ok, hit me with it,” he says turning the heat to low for the gravy and putting the lid on.

This was a partnership through and through, he was going to give you all the support you needed.

“The turkey?”

Bradley picks up the fancy digital meat thermometer he’d bought for the occasion to check, “Big Bird has an hour and twenty more minutes to work on his tan and then he’ll rest for another thirty. Giving people time to graze and mingle and get some drinks in them, just like you wanted.”

You nod and hum contemplatively, “I’ve been thinking we need a salad. I don’t feel like we have enough vegetable options.”

He knows better than to point out that you’re currently snacking on snap peas from not one, but three, of the veggie platters the two of you had put together the night before.

“We’ve got the crispy brussels sprouts, the garlic and hazelnut green beans, and the honey glazed carrots with lemon. We’re more than fine on the fiber and beta-carotene. Michelle Obama would be proud, kid.”

That gets a little laugh from you.

“Well, as long as you think Michelle would be happy than we’re probably fine,” you say with a smile around your water glass that tells him you know exactly what he’s doing invoking your favorite First Lady.

“What else are you thinking about?” Bradley asks peering in the lower of their double ovens, where foiled covered dishes are lined up in perfect symmetry are warming away having been prepared in advance.

“Do you think two bags of rolls will be enough? Or should I text Mav and ask him to grab one more?”

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes dip down to his ass in his gray slacks. So he might linger as second longer than necessary to let you enjoy the view, since it’s for the female gaze and all.

He’s never understood wearing the most restrictive clothing on the holiday that involves the most eating, but that was Penny’s tradition to have everyone dressed in their nicest and you had insisted on keeping it going even if she was on the other side of the country.

You’d teased him earlier when you’d seen him emerge from the bedroom wearing the short-sleeved green cashmere polo you’d gotten him a couple years ago. It fit a little more snug that he remembered it, but he thought he still pulled it off well.

“When did we become the couple that matches?” you’d asked gesturing to your dress as you gave him an appreciative onceover.

If the past was anything to go off of, you would be running your hands over the soft material covering his chest and back all night.

“I just like reminding people who I belong with, sweet girl.”

He might have had something else in mind to wear for the evening before he saw you in that dress, had ironed the shirt the night before and everything, but last-minute pivot it was well worth it when you looked at him like that.

When he stands back up, he gives you knowing wink.

And in return you throw a baby carrot at him with a laugh.

Bradley isn’t surprised in the least to hear the quick clack-clack-clack of nails on the wood floors as their fluffy black and white Portuguese Water Dog rounds the corner. Having been summoned by the sound of food hitting the floor from where he had been dozing near the fireplace in the living room.

The carrot is gone in an instant and he comes to sit at Bradley's feet by the stove, looking up at him from under his curly eyebrows clearly hoping he'll get another snack.

“Nah, bud. You’re barking up the wrong tree over here,” he says leaning down to scratch his floppy ears.

“Ah, come here, Duck,” you croon, calling him over to your side of the island. “He’s so mean for a man who claimed he just saw God not too long ago, isn’t he?”

Bradley snorts and shakes his head at you amused.

He still doesn’t know how he ended up with a dog named Duck.

At the dog park, more often than not people mistook it for ‘Buck’. And you were usually off to the side more than happy to let him take the lead, biting your lip to keep from laughing at his less than enthusiastic expression when he’d have to warily explain yet again It’s Duck like quack.

You’re not even subtle about the piece of cheese you pull from the charcuterie board to feed him.

“I saw that,” he says, giving you a pointed lift of his eyebrow, “You know Bob is going to be spoiling him all night.”

“It was just a little piece of cheese. Plus, I don’t know who you think you’re fooling. I saw you go over there and deliver him his own little veggie platter with some of the leftovers we had while I was making the apple cider sangria.”

“That’s different, that’s good for him,” he says rounding the island, reaching over and snagging his own slice of cheese to snack on.

“And cheese is a protein. He’s just a baby, Bradley, what am I supposed to do? Not give him a piece of swiss?” You slide off your chair to squat down and rub Duck’s belly, you’ve always been his favorite.

“He’s almost five,” he replies flatly.

“A youth!” you exclaim, “He’s a growing boy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bradley says affectionately with a little roll of his eyes. He knows a losing battle when he sees one.

He offers you his hand to help you stand back up, but you wave him off and pull yourself up using the edge of the island. You take a moment to readjust your dress before making your way to the sink by the big windows that look out into the backyard.

“Speaking of Bob, do you know if he’s bringing his fiancée?” you ask from over your shoulder as you wash your hands.

“Not this time, sweetheart. I guess she volunteered to cover a shift in the NICU when she heard they were short staffed.”

“Oh that’s too bad, I was excited to see her ring in person,” you say drying off your hands and heading to the pantry.

“It’s all he can talk about at work. I guess they’re thinking about a Spring wedding next year. They don’t want to wait too long to get married.”

“I’m so happy for them,” you say, digging around for a moment and then emerge with a stack of some sturdy plastic plates and set them on the last free spot on the countertop. “Don’t let me forget to make them up a couple plates that he can bring home for her, before Fanboy declares it time for ‘second dinner’ and eats all the yams like he did last year.”

“I won’t forget, promise,” he says fondly.

If you were facing him, he knows you’d probably tease him for the look on his face and just how gone he is for you.

You’ve always been so generous, it’s one of the things that he loves most about you.

You were always good about hustling him out of his well-earned money from is part time job scooping ice cream in high school, like with the fundraiser you did for the local soup kitchen and the one for the elementary school summer arts program.

He’s always been wrapped around your finger, it just took him awhile to realize why.

It’s the same reason why there’s been a donation that comes out of his bank account every month for the last five years for one of the San Diego animal shelters.

Bradley had made a rather sizable donation and then set up a smaller reoccurring monthly one after the chaos that was the time Bob had set you up with his friend who worked at the shelter, back before the two of you had gotten together.

Even after all these years, he still can’t help but get a little irritated every time he sees that guy’s face in the monthly newsletter that comes to his email. On newsletter day Bradley always finds himself giving Duck extra treats.

He couldn’t wait to surprise you with the golden tennis ball that the shelter sends out as a thank you after a decade of donations. Only five more years to go.

You’re over by the bar that’s been set up off to the side, straightening the already very straight rows of gleaming wine glasses when he hears you suck in a sharp gasp.

Bradley drops the dish cloth he had in his hands as he attempted to give what little counter space there was left a final wipe down and is in front of you in half a heartbeat. Was there a fluke with some faulty stemware? Are you bleeding? There’s a reason Thanksgiving is one of the busiest days at the hospital.

“The butter!” you cry out as you whirl around, your pretty eyes welling up with tears, “I let you fuck me and I forgot to pull the butter from the fridge. It’s going to be too hard for people to spread now!”

He knows it’s more than just hosting jitters that’s got you like this, but it still catches him by surprise sometimes.

“Woah, woah,” he says as he catches you on the way to the fridge and pulls you to his chest, “C’mere, my sweet girl.”

You make a distressed noise but allow him to keep his hold on you, “But the butter…”

“I already pulled the butter, see?” He points to the sticks that are already softening away on the counter. “Will you take a couple slow breaths for me, please? This place looks and smells amazing. We did good, baby.”

Bradley feels the moment your body relaxes into him.

He presses a kiss to the side of your temple as he smooths his hands down your soft, pretty green velvet dress and the warm, firm curve of your rounded stomach soothingly.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. It’s the hormones,” you sigh, as you lean your head back against his shoulder.

He hums empathically as he sways gently side to side with you in his arms.

“I would like to go on the record saying that I like pregnancy hormones, especially the ones from earlier,” he jokes lightly.

“That makes one of us,” you say with a watery laugh, “Just wait until I am waking you up at 4 AM because I am craving something from a drive-thru that’s not open.”

“Mm, can’t wait,” he murmurs before dropping a few kisses along the soft line of your jaw.

Bradley still can’t believe he gets to be this lucky in life.

He doesn’t want to forget a single moment of this. With you, with his family.

“We did a really good job with this one,” he whispers into your ear, still stroking your stomach, not wanted to disturb the magic in the domesticity.

“We really did, da--” Bradley groans and cuts you off with a kiss. He can feel the impish smile plastered on your lips as he kisses you. His favorite menace.

He knows you’re pretty sure it was the spontaneous hook up in the storage closet at the Hard Deck on the Fourth of July that’s responsible for the noticeable bump you’re sporting. Call him a romantic, but he likes to think it was that night in the Bronco overlooking the ocean when he’d taken the long way back home.   

You pull away all too soon for his liking to grab his left hand. He sees the flash of the two diamonds on your engagement ring, one from his mom and one from yours, as you take it and press it to a spot near your bellybutton.

The feeling of the fluttering under his palm will never get old. He’s not too proud to say he’d shed a tear or two the first time he’d felt it.

Bradley lets himself bask in this moment as he two of you stand there in the kitchen of your dream house.

There are a few pops from the wood in the fireplace, the refrigerator is humming away in the background, and he can just hear the sounds of a melodic piano from the playlist he queued up earlier playing over the speaker.

Of all the delicious scents that waft through the house, the smell the floral and musk notes in you perfume is still his favorite.

There are times in the soft quiet of night, usually when you are asleep and his mind won’t quite settle, that he sometimes thinks he was put on this Earth to hold you.

It’s the only reason he can think of that explains why you fit so perfectly against his body.

Why his hands can fit so perfectly over your rounded stomach.

Why it’s his hands that you have trusted to protect your heart.

And he’s still holding you in the warmth of the kitchen when he hears the front door open.

Bradley knows he’s going to have to play host soon and he just wants to keep you in his arms for just a little longer.

“Hey kids, I brought the turkey,” Mav calls out from the entry.

You spin in his arms, looking at him wide eyed and confused as you two exchange a look. He presses one last kiss to your cheek before letting you go.

“Thought you were going to bring the rolls, Mav,” Bradley calls out just in time to see his dad round the corner.

Pete stands there proudly grinning holding a few bags of bakery rolls in one hand and a turkey in the other.

The sound of your delighted laughter makes his heart swell in his chest as he takes in the sight.

“Cooper Mitchell Ford Bradshaw, you are without a doubt the cutest turkey I have ever seen,” you gush as you go to greet Mav with a warm hug and a kiss on his cheek. Your son’s chubby arms reaching out for you.

Mav has dressed your almost two-year-old son in a soft, plush turkey costume that is complete with tailfeathers and a beak. He’s clearly a fan of the outfit too because he is grinning widely, showing of the more of the baby teeth that have come in over the last few months.

Mav had swung by earl this morning to take him off your hands to get ready for Daggersgiving without chasing an almost-toddler around. While it was nice to have some time just the two of you while you got the place in order and took care of the last-minute things, like that homemade cranberry sauce, but he’d missed not having his son around.

The sweet sound of Cooper’s giggles and your coos fill up the kitchen as he watches you pepper his face with kisses. You bounce him a little and do a little spin, making the little boy laugh even more. The two of you in your own little bubble.

“You doin’ ok over there, kiddo?” Mav asks, a soft grin on his face as he sets the rolls on the counter to pull him in for a hug.

The two men had made their way back to each other over the last few years, just another thing that Bradley was grateful for in his life. The man had always been his father in everything but name. That is until he’d seen the man who raised him hold his son for the first time.

“Yeah, Dad,” Bradley says, clearing his throat a bit, “Everything’s perfect.”

From there it’s a flurry of activity as people start to arrive.

Nat comes with her longtime girlfriend and the extra bottles of the fancy Napa wine she promised to bring. Only handing it over once he promised to give her the name of the contractor the two of you had worked with and the exact shade of green that was used on the lower cabinets during your kitchen renovation.

Payback and Fanboy and their girlfriends show up wearing oversized turkey hats on their heads each carrying a bakery box of pie.

Bradley isn’t surprised when Duck ditches the attention that Coyote was giving him the second Bob shows up with the famous Floyd family scalloped potatoes. Bob has always been a sucker for a pair of puppy dog eyes.

And in between checking on people’s glasses, swapping out empty appetizer trays for fuller ones, and making sure Jake doesn’t tamper with his perfectly cooked turkey, he’s got his eyes trained on you.

There are no words for the pride and love that washes over him every time he looks over and sees you with his son propped up on your hip and the way your pretty dress stretches around your growing family.

He had missed this stage of your pregnancy when he was deployed and you were pregnant with Cooper. He was determined to savor every second of this one. Every butter related freak out and every late-night milkshake run.

Being in his house surrounded with all the people he loves, minus a couple who are here in spirit, isn’t something he could ever take for granted. It’s more blessings than he ever hoped to receive in this lifetime.

You look over your shoulder at him and everything about the way you’re looking at him is picture perfect.

Your smile sunshine gold and just for him as you hold his gaze for a moment as time ticks on around the two of you. You send him a little wink before turning back to Mav who has his phone held up for a FaceTime call with Penny and Amelia.

Bradley sees his son peek his head up from where it had been nestled into your neck. Cooper grins when he sees him, his tiny hand reaching out for his dad. For him.

As he makes his way over to the two of you with his heart full, he makes a mental note to ask Mav later where he got that costume. He’s already planning on running out tomorrow to see if they have any more in stock now that it seems they have a new Bradshaw tradition on their hands.

He’s going to have three little turkeys running around this time next year and he couldn’t wait.

Cooper and him were going to be outnumbered soon.

The two of you had found out earlier in the month that Everly Caroline Bradshaw and Olivia Saylor Bradshaw were going to be the newest members to join your little family.

His girls.

It was an announcement the two of you were excited to share later tonight with everyone else when the slices of pies were being passed around.

He scoops up Cooper from you with one arm, dropping a kiss onto his little boy’s perfect curls as his small fist clutches as the soft fabric of his shirt. And then Bradley kisses the crown of your head as he wraps his other arm around you, his thumb stroking the swell of your belly.

With you- because of you- he gets to have it all.

The wife. The family. The house. The dog. The life. The dream.

He’s right where he wants to be.

He’s right where he’s supposed to be.

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[mammss]

brother know best

<3 PSA PLEASE KNOW THIS IS DARK SMUT PLEASE DONT READ/INTERACT IF YOU ARENT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT ps: if you saw this without the writing i didn't mean to post this tumblr is stupid first smut writing?? i hope i wrote this ok and i'm trying to power through requests but i've been in a writing slump for months and school is kicking me in the ass rn so please bare with me!! i really wanna open requests but that won't be for awhile... anyways enjoy!!!

<3 fem stepsister!reader x stepbrother!mammon

<3 warnings: dark content!! please don't read if you're uncomfortable smut, dubcon?? stepsest, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dry humping, dom!mammon, sub!reader, degradation, praise, cockwarming, voyeurism mentioned, overstimulation, breeding, cuniliings, fingering, squirting, mammon being a creep

It's normal having a step brother and its normal wanting to know more about him. You only want your relationship to become stronger so why not put your differences aside? And to embark on a stronger relationship it was normal for you guys to have a sleepover in his room. 

Mammon didn't say you could have a sleepover but was he gonna deny you? No not in the slightest. Opening his door you noticed him sitting on his couch clearly occupied with something because ever since you moved in with him and his dad this was the first time he didn't acknowledge your presence, he didn't stare at you with eyes that looked almost animalistic, like he was undressing you.

Closing his door you walked up to him wanting to know what he was doing and as always he was counting money from whatever scam he could come up with. You knew he was a morally bad person, from what your mom told you about him he didn't care about anything nor anyone except for money. He’d scam, cheat, lie, do whatever to be rolling in cash and you knew first hand about some of these ‘scams’ he’d partake in.

“Hey Mammon, can I hangout with you tonight? I’m bored and want to hangout with my big brother.” 

As soon as you opened your mouth he looked you up and down drinking in your tiny tank top that made your boobs spill out and nipples pop and booty shorts that left little to the imagination. It’s not like he hadn’t seen girls wear clothes like that but for some reason when you wore them you outshined all of them.

“Crawling back to your big brother huh? I’ll let you entertain me, just don’t annoy me or I'll have to punish you.” He said smirking at the last part.

Feeling your stomach flip all sorts of ways you obeyed his commands sitting on his couch and pulling out your phone to mindlessly scroll on it. The only noise invading his room was your finger taping the screen and the stack of cash in his hands rubbing against each other.

-

Night had come and mammon’s cash and your phone were long forgotten now curled up in his bed sighing you felt content. Mammon as much as a horrible person he was somehow made you feel safe, whether that be texting you asking you where you were after school or sitting down for dinner right by your side, you always were happy to be in his presence. 

And being in his presence you were awoken to a multitude of things. The sheets rustling, strong hands gripping your waist and mammon’s hot breath blowing on your neck. Being half asleep yourself you couldn’t process everything that was going on and as if things couldn’t get worse you felt hips rocking, mammon’s hips rocking into you slow and gentle. 

“Hnng mammon? What's going on?” You mumbled half awake and confused but deep down you couldn't deny the feeling of his now hard on humping you rough and relentless was creating a damp spot in your shorts. 

You knew this was wrong and wanted to put a stop to this but all logic was thrown out the window when he stopped abruptly and snaked his hands up to your chest.

“Wanna be a good girl for me? Do as I say and you won’t regret it.” 

With a soft yes his hands resumed feeling your chest pulling moans and whines from you. When he got enough of that he got on top of you pulling off your clothes, relishing in the sight of your body he’s dreamed about.

With no time to waste mammon trailed kisses and hickeys all over you until he stopped at your chest latching onto your nipple smirking when you started to whine louder from the stimulation. Getting lost in the pleasure from him just playing with your boobs you shoved his head further into the plush flesh, and when he was satisfied with one side he moved onto the other sucking and groping until he wanted to enjoy something much better.

“Ya know ever since you've moved in i’ve been wanting to fuck ya, seeing ya walk around the house in that shit you call clothes gets me riled up.” He panted out taking his white beater off.

“I thought I was a weirdo until I saw ya playin with yourself crying my name over and over again with that pathetic toy you had up in ya.” Then his boxers were off, his dick red and agated leaking with precum.

“Tell me, does my dick feel better than that shit you played with a couple weeks ago, doll?” Lining himself to your hole he wasted no time feeling your velvety walls. 

Every inch that was slammed into you only made you louder and whinier which made his mind and cock happy. A strangled moan of his name made his pace become more inhuman than it already was, the pleasure was to much to handle and at this point you succumbed to being his personal fuck toy which he would never discard.

“Ha.. mammon.. m’close.” you cried out, your voice giving out on you at this point but from all the noise the both of you made he could still hear you loud and clear.

“P-perfect.. fuck baby m’close too wait for me sugar.” He breathed out. 

With a few more thrusts hitting your sweet spot and the slaps of his balls hitting your clit you couldn't help yourself but cum before mammon. The feeling building up and finally coming down felt amazing and better than all the times you touched yourself.

“Hnng… FUCK MC!!!” Mammon grunted out.

Feeling warm ropes of cum shooting into you mammon laid on top of you pulling your bodies closer together. The sweat, heavy breathing from the both of you and mammon dick still inside turned you on again, your stimulated pussy throbbing to get mammons attention.

“Ha seems like you just can’t get enough of the great mammon huh? I’ll spoil you princess.” he said sliding out of you making you slightly whimper from the loss of warmth he provided and crawled down to be face to face with your glimmering cunt.

He ogled at your pretty pussy just admiring the cum oozing out creating a little spot on his sheets before he licked a stripe up to your clit. Feeling you shiver he needed no guidance to dive right in eating you out, he sucked and licked for what seemed like hours, relishing in the newfound feeling he provided you anew sliding his fingers in and curling them inside your gummy walls. 

The pleasure building up wasn’t the same as when you came just a minute ago, you felt like you were almost about to pee yourself. 

“M-mammon it feels weird…” you said, teary eyed and exhausted.

Taking in what you said he knew exactly what was gonna happen next and he couldn't wait fastening his movements he gave attention to your clit and continued to finger you.

“It feels weird now but trust me you’ll like it, you trust your big brother right mc?” Asking innocently.

The more you moaned his name and pleaded to stop his fast pace movements came to a halt when he felt your juices fall on his face dripping down his chin and onto the bed. You didn’t know what you did and felt embarrassed but mammon couldn’t help but smile ear to ear over the fact he just made his step sister squirt.

He licked up your juices and found a tank top on the floor not knowing or caring whose it was he wiped his face with it and layed down next to you admiring your fucked out face. He couldn't help but smile and wrap his arms around you pulling you closer to him.

“You did so good, you know that princess?”

A soft buzzing of your lips was all you could muster out as confirmation to mammon, feeling you drift off he kissed your head and pulled the covers up to keep both of you warm.

[labwebs]

Young eyes bounced between the two people in his apartment before settling on his elder 'brother' who nodded with a small (but worried, Peter could tell) smile. "We were together when I shifted this time," he explained with a shrug, leaning against the counter behind him. "Dunno if it was that or something else but... not quite sure what else it could be." Whatever it was, Peter was ready to hold on to MJ as tight as possible as soon as he felt even the slightest tingle that seemed to proceed every jump between universes that he made. Sometimes he got more of a warning than others...he just hoped it would be enough.

"Um, it's- it's nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm- I'm Peter, but I guess you kinda already knew that," he said with a slightly nervous chuckle, shaking her hand. Peter only knew a little about MJ- this MJ. Of course the other Peter- Peter 3- had talked about her a bit since he'd met her, but he could tell that he was trying not to go on too much about that part of his life. Probably out of sensitivity- out of not wanting to make him feel bad or think too much about this universe's MJ. Out in Boston now. Back home for breaks, of course, but he did his best to keep his distance. Tried not to go to the donut shop she worked at every time she was on shift. He'd keep his promise eventually but... she and Ned both deserved a bit of a normal life without him messing it up.

But he knew the basics. MJ Watson, investigative reporter for the Bugle (an actual newspaper and apparently no longer run by that world's JJJ). He got the feeling that Peter 3 had sort of tried to avoid her for awhile, but she'd eventually figured out his secret. And it was only recently that he'd admitted what even he could see the few times he'd talked about her during his visits to this world. He'd told Peter that he was happy for him- genuinely- and he was. With how screwed up his life was right now, it was nice to know that things were going well for one of them. Though Peter 2 did seem to be the most put-together of the trio...

"I didn't get a chance to stop for pizza," came the elder Peter's voice from behind him. "Sorry. Just ah... figured here was the safest place to be and we swung right here. I can call for some if you want- I've got cash. As usual." After the second or third time that he'd been pulled back into this universe, Peter had made a few adjustments to his day-to-day life. Always carrying cash- in or out of the suit- since thankfully it was similar enough between the two universes that he'd never had any trouble with it. Being even more vigilant about keeping his suit on him. That sort of thing. "Just gotta borrow your phone. Or I can cook if you want. We, um... we actually just had dinner but y'know." @redhead-reporter

MJ was quiet as Peter swung them through the city - she usually was, since talking to him would require her to SHOUT so she could be heard over the rushing wind around them. But this silence was thicker, heavier. Her green eyes scanned the buildings around them as he moved, attempting to focus on concrete things so that her mind wouldn't SPIN OUT over the theoretical. The longer they were here, the more differences she clocked between the city she knew and this place, the more it began to sink in. She was really HERE. The universe that had simultaneously sparked joy and terror into her boyfriend, given him a bigger family to cherish while also revealing that his broken heart might still have a mate out there waiting for him.

The place that had once scared him to death because it hinted at a path forward for Peter, not just Spider-man. HER.

"Wow ... seems like you've all got the BACHELOR PAD thing in common." MJ commented with a snort of laughter as she made her way inside, taking in the cramped and cluttered space. If she hadn't seen her own Peter's apartment before she could've very easily believed that this was HIS. Messy, tiny, a clear afterthought for a man who spent most waking hours preoccupied with what was happening outside its walls. She trailed her fingers across one of the half finished engineering projects on the nearby table, exposed circuits and wires that looked more like a confusing birds nest than any kind of usable device to her.

MJ had been just about to ask a question, turning in the direction of the tiny kitchen (if you could even legally call it that) when the window darkened again. She instinctively stepped back, eyes wide at the sight of SPIDER-MAN climbing into the apartment. No, not just the hero ... the boy. Peter Parker. It was him, undeniably. And yet it WASN'T. At least not hers. The suit, the build, the hair - all of it so CLOSE to the genuine article, like someone had picked this kid to play the role based solely off a verbal description of her boyfriend. Pieces there she recognized, and yet someone so different he was practically a STRANGER.

"Holy shit," MJ breathed, eyes wide in surprise as she took him in. Took THIS in, the reality of the three of them standing in the same room. But then she shook her head, reminding herself that for all of her shock? The KID was no doubt just as confused as she was, if not more. "I'm uhh ... I'm Mary Jane. MJ. His MJ." she introduced with a nod of her head towards her boyfriend, giving the younger spider a weak smile. "And trust me, I'm as SURPRISED I'm here as you are."

@labwebs

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hey :) i haven't poked my head here in awhile. i hope things haven't been too rough lately. i've not had the best days recently but here's a foul legacy fic to feed everyone to make me feel better<3

it's only been a week.

you're trudging through it all, but lately it's dawned on you that all this is, all the routine, it's just the same thing over and over again. you wake up, go to work, take a lunch break. back to work, and when that's done, you head back home for dinner. after, you simply collapse onto your bed and fall asleep, not ready to repeat the cycle all over again.

all you really want to do is just.. sleep. rest for a few hours, maybe a few days. escape from the monotonous routine of life that brings no joy.

"it's only been a week," you tell yourself. one week since you forced yourself to break up with your now ex-partner. ever since the day you started liking him, you had this growing anxiety inside your chest, stomach, and neck. you aren't sure where it came from, only when it first appeared. nothing would soothe your anxiety--no matter what they said, you still doubted their word.

you hated that part, it made you feel guilty. still does. you trusted them, right? you really did. so then why did you still continue to doubt their word, continuing to be unable to rid yourself of the anxiety that was plaguing you?

and oh, you got jealous, so, so easily. and when you got jealous, you spiraled. it was as if you needed the constant reassurance, as if you needed them to like you. it was becoming an obsession.

a week ago, you forced yourself to tell them that it probably was for the best if they ceased all forms of interaction indefinitely.

that night, you cried.

the night after that, you read a sad book and cried some more.

by the third night, you just felt numb. you weren't sure if you were feeling sad enough to really call it suffering. your anxiety was gone, but then what next?

it's the tenth night now. you miss your friends. you know it would be better for you if you reached out to them, tried to make plans together. but ever since the first night, you've been avoiding all of them like the plague. every now and then one of them texts you, and you almost smile at the care. you don't read them, though. it feels too overwhelming.

sometimes they call you, but you let it go to voicemail without bothering to listen to them.

you're beginning to settle into the idea that you'll just have to tough this out on your own, and hope your friends either welcome you back with open arms as if nothing ever happened, or forget about you entirely, leaving you to find a new group of friends.

you nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a knock at the door--the first you've heard in months. you slowly make your way to the door, tired still. you open the door a crack, unsure who would be at your doorstep at this time of day.

to your surprise, you see a ginger-haired man. it's childe, you think. but this childe is wearing a mask and is notably taller than usual.

childe has been your closest friend since childhood, and you like to think that he knows you better than most. regardless of his appearance, you let him in, hoping he won't try and engage in socializing. in a low, quiet growl, he explains himself.

"i haven't seen you in awhile. your friends say they've texted and called, but you haven't picked up or replied. they don't think you've even read anything. i was... worried."

childe--or would it be more appropriate to say foul legacy?--stands awkwardly in front of the door, not really sure what to do.

you, however, waste no time in making your way back to the couch, where you resume sitting idly, trying not to cry. you don't like crying, let alone in front of other people. despite yourself, however, you can't help yourself. there's someone finally here, in your house, and he cares! you hate your brain for betraying you, but you're startled out of your thoughts when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your body.

"do you want to talk about it?" he asks softly.

you shake your head, but you lean into his touch. for the first time in what feels like forever, you feel safe and void of anxiety. all you can really feel is the endless numbing sadness. but he's here. and to your pleasant surprise, he tightens his grip around you and you relax just a little more.

and by the archons he loves you so much but he doesn't want to ruin the relationship. maybe one day... one day he'll tell you.

hello my dear, it's so nice to see you again!!! i'll be honest, i've also been having a bit of a tough time lately, but it's alright!!! we can help each other through it together!!! <333

you end up falling asleep in Childe's arms, leaning your head against his armored chest. it's the first restful sleep you've gotten all week, and Childe gently traces the outlines of your features, frowning at the visible signs of exhaustion etched into your face. he carefully shifts so you're comfortable, cradling your cheek in his claws as he allows you to rest- things always look better when you've gotten a good night of sleep, after all!

when you wake up, you're drowsy and disoriented from how warm and cozy you feel. for the first time in a good several days, your head doesn't hurt from lack of sleep, and there's a humming, rumbling sound filling the room. you eventually realize the sound is coming from Childe, who fell asleep alongside you with his arms wrapped around your body. he wakes just as slowly as you did, mumbling sleepily and blinking, gaze focusing on you leaning against him. his talons come to your face and gently swipe under your eyes, although there's no tears to flick away, and asks if you're feeling better. you shrug, still listless, but heart feeling a bit lighter than it did before, and Childe croons and presses his cheek to yours

this small action finally draws a few tears from you, sliding down your cheeks and onto the ground as you cling to Childe, arms wrapped around his neck. quietly you ask him to not go- please don't go- since you need this more than anything right now, even if you think yourself as selfish for it. his croons dip into soothing purrs as he holds you steady, claws delicately drawing shapes and letters on your back

"I'll stay as long as you want- even if that's forever, I'll always stay"