#Next time full family meal for sure - all the more reason to go a little extra! Spoil the kid(s)!

[sysig]

Scriabin and Edgar eating crepes for requestober !!

Day 8 - Delicious silence

[cinnamonest]

Older next door neighbor darling x Kazuha.

Kazuha is a struggling college students just trying to get by and not even sure he wants to even finish college atp. He moves into a cheap apartment building next to darling, an office worker. She’s older than him but she still is super respectful when they interact, which is practically scarce.

He develops feelings one day when he stumbles up the steps into his apartment complex and is unable to open the door, he passes out. He wakes up in the warmth of darling’s home. It’s strange and weird but in the most homey - fever dream way possible. She’s so attentive and sweet to him, placing cold rags on his head and making sure he’s drinking enough fluids and has a home cooked meal for him prepared - when was the last time he had that.

He’s a flustered mess having never had this type of kindness and pampering before, especially not from an attractive older woman. He’s so infatuated with how kind and sweet she is, his heart races uncomfortably. After he bids his farewell, Darling tells him to come by any time for a home cooked meal. He’s a growing boy and shouldn’t always live off of cup ramen all the time.

It takes him a while to gather the courage to go back again but he does, and a routine establishes where Kazuha is practically going everyday to have a meal with darling and pretending they’re little dates. He always washes up afterwards as darling washes the dishes and uses that type to snoop in her room and see and steal things. He knows it’s wrong but he genuinely cannot keep darling out of his head. This keeps him level headed and it’s not like darling ever cares to mention lost items. Because she’d of course tell him, right? They’re practically dating, right?

One day, darling, in her tipsy state sharing a drink with Kazuha mumbled how they’ve always wanted a family. But they’re about to reach an age where they’re no longer considered desirable to men her age and she’s saddened. She’s much too busy to find a boyfriend, and insemination is too expensive for her budget. Kazuha’s heart is racing so much, he’s gripping the table trying not to climb over the table and feel how hungry her cunt is for his seed. He wants her so bad, and he feels it in his bone that she does too, when the reality is she just sees him as a lonely kid next door who needs friends.

What to do, what to do…

He has trouble letting himself slip into full delusion, initially. The poor thing has done every coping mechanism he can think of, and in the process riddled himself with guilt. He gets red in the face when you look at him, because how can he tell you that he’s been jerking off to pictures of your smiling face?

Even the wholesome thoughts make him feel shameful, embarrassed. It’s laughable, he thinks, how he lays there and fantasizes about you saying sweet things to him, you initiating something with him, or even these happy endings in his head, where you get married and have his babies and live together happy forever. It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? The thought hurts, but he knows you’re just being nice, and that makes it that much more shameful.

That’s not even getting into the depravity he’s into, and recognizes it as such. How can he live with the thought of how you’d react if you knew the sort of things he’s thought about doing to you? Would you hate him?

But over time, the nicer and nicer you are, he just lets go of his sense of reason, allows himself to sink into the hold of wishful thinking. It’s easier, that way, he doesn’t have to spend so much energy fighting the thoughts and feelings off anymore.

Your words are just the final straw, a tipping point where he can fully feed into the urges. Maybe you’re drunk enough that you will agree when he says he can help you. Drunk enough that you’ll let him help you over to bed, that you’ll let him do whatever he wants, won’t fight him. And maybe in the morning, he could even convince you that the whole thing was your idea.

After all, once the deed is already done, you’d feel terrible about the idea of making his first time something horrible and traumatic for him by rejecting him after doing something so special, wouldn’t you? You couldn’t do that to him, not when he has such a gentle spirit and light in his eyes.

Of course, he wants you to truly love him, but he realizes that he needs to get a foot in the door in order for that to happen. So even if he has to guilt-trip his way into getting that opening, the ends will justify that means, and he’s certain that he can make you love him, he just needs that little bit of time.

[jwanniie]

Hiii again!!

can I make a request about g!p minji x reader fcking in the library?

I got too excited with this idea😁

Secret crush.

You have been struggling in school for the past two months due to some family issues and just life has been exhausting and draining, you weren’t dumb you just needed a little break and someone who takes care of you. From the start of the school year you have been getting decent grades, they were good but if we compare it to the amount you study for you should definitely get better grades, that really did unmotivate you because what do you mean someone who didn’t even touch a book will get a better grade than someone who pulls all nighters, skips meal just to study and never skips a class?You are happy for them but still there is a little unpleasant feeling inside you that you can’t deny ,And on top of that your family starts complaining about you not trying hard and not getting full marks. So you thought about what is the point of trying hard but still not reaching?

The way your grades dropped made your teacher really unhappy because you definitely weren’t dumb in fact you were very intelligent so she decided to talk to you and try to convince you to get a tutor and maybe she can help you choose one.

“___can you stay a little after class, we need to discuss something?”

You were tired and wanted to go home, you wanted to deny but what if she has something important to say?

“Sure” you replied with tired eyes that anyone could literally notice that you hadn’t been getting proper sleep for days, and yeah you don’t even remember when you last had that 10 hour uninterrupted sleep.

Class ended faster than usual, once all of the students went out of the class the teacher sat you down and took a deep breath before starting to talk.

“___ has anything happened home or do you have something going on that is not very pleasant…since your grades been dropping and I’m wondering what’s the reason and if we could try to fix it?” She spat, she really didn’t want to express her thoughts in a hurtful or negative way so she tried to sound as kind as possible.

You took an exhale before speaking “miss everything is going fine at home it’s just that I’m very unmotivated towards school and my mental health overall is not really helping with school” you spoke trying to sound as ok as possible even tho tears are starting to well in your eyes, recalling everything that is happening and all of your family problems.

“I see, do you think if we could ask a student to tutor you so you could perhaps make friends at the same time while studying do you think that would help you a little? And ___ you are nowhere near stupid you just need a little push and that will get you started all over again and I care for you, you are one of my favorite students here, always kind and enthusiastic to learn new things so seeing you like this really does hurt me.” She uttered in the most comforting tone ever, you smiled at her request and nodded because maybe that will make your school life and mental health better “a tutor could work!” Your teacher smiled warmly at your answer “then I will look for a tutor” she said, she lastly bid you goodbye and you went home a little smile on your face knowing that you have a new start and could improve.

The next week the teacher gave you the name of the student who will tutor you and when will you meet, the first lesson would be in the library. Damn, you haven’t been there for a long time you thought to yourself. You checked the paper that the teacher gave you once more and you looked at the name again “Minji”. You have heard the name before but the image of the person didn’t really click. You decide to pick a place near the entrance of the library so as soon as minji steps inside she could see you, you dont think she even recognize you but let’s just hope for the best.

You waited silently for about seven minutes till you saw a girl with a school uniform, your school never restricted what the students wear but that’s what she is comfortable wearing, now the image clicked, She is minji! You have never interacted with her nor your friends did but she was known for having one of the best grades in school if not the best. She was quiet,didn’t really have much friends, a bookworm and kinda cold or perhaps a better word distant? You always saw her with a book in hand or had her head deep down writing something. She didn’t really put much effort in socializing but one thing undeniable about her was her beauty she was that handsome type of beauty. You waved your hands at her you were maybe too excited she just walked towards her expression hard to read, she always had a resting face.

“I was kinda late, sorry” she spoke a little cold it gave you chills, is she always this serious? You didn’t expect any type of laughter or giggling but a little smile wouldn’t hurt anyone!

The tutoring session went pretty smoothly she told you the basic stuff and you immediately got the hang of it, like the teacher said you weren’t stupid you just needed someone to take interest in you. It was very silent, yeah a library is supposed to be silent but this maybe was too silent. You looked around and saw no one near you or even far away from you. You looked at the entrance of the library and there was no one even the bored librarian wasn’t there you looked around a little more and there was literally no one. A panic immediately started to hit you, you can’t be stuck in here seriously. Minji saw how uncomfortable you were and decided to give you a little hug whispering “hey calm down, we are going to get out of here. Let’s call someone” minji maybe was too calm about this whole situation but deep inside she was having a little panic attack. Yeah she didn’t show much emotions but that didn’t mean she didn’t care about people’s feelings, she just couldn’t express with words but her actions did.

You called the school principal and he said that they will come get the both out while waiting you decide to make a little chit chat to burn some time and comfort you a little. “I know this might sound weird but have you had any crush” this was the basic middle school dudes question while playing truth or dare but in this situation you didn’t honestly care, If she wants to think your weird then so be it. “Yeah” she answered tone little softer now, as a nosy person you couldn’t help but ask who, “oooh do you mind telling me who?” You said to excited, she gave you a little smirk making a point below your stomach tingle “what about I will describe it and you should guess, I’m pretty sure you know them” she said in a seductive voice immediately shocking you seeing the new side of her, your not complaining tho it was pretty hot. “Why not, tell me” you said too excited. “Hmmm well she is a girl, she is very gorgeous and adorable, she has never interacted with me before but did now and Uhmm her mental health hasn’t been the best which was secretly hurting me. I have always admired her from a far” she uttered scooting closer to you. Her description definitely had some suspicion in you, deep inside you wanted it to be you but the chances of her licking you were very very slim. “Uhm I don’t…know, please tell me” you stated. She was so close to you now, “hmm sure why not” she brought her face near you inches a part. Your breath hitched and you closed your eyes, she brought her plush lips to your pair and soon you felt something kissing you softly, when she moved her lips from yours, you were shocked a good shocked tho. “Did this tell enough, princess or…?” She questioned looking deep into your eyes, intoxicating you with her pair of eyes almost like hypnotizing you and before you knew you grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a deep kiss passionate and warm. She immediately kissed back, placing her hand on your upper back and gently laying you down. She took her skirt off revealing her erection, and damn, was she big? She was huge and her length being hard doubling it size. Without much of thinking you grabbed it touching it earning a groan from her, she was thick and had girth. You went on your knees and saw how her tip was filled with precum. Your tongue exploring her tip and length, her precum was very creamy but salty. Her hand found its way to your neck and squeezed it “don’t tease doll!” Her breath hitched. You tried to take her in one go but she was too big. She gave you a dark giggle full of lust “too big for you baby?” You tried to take her one more time but you gagged uncontrollably while coughing. But still you wanted to please her so you started sucking half of her length, bobbing your head around it. Soon after she started twitching inside your mouth, breath getting faster and moans getting louder. Without warning her thick white salty cum filled your mouth. She looked you in the eyes “swallow it, all of it” and as a good girl you obeyed her, swallowing her release. She was satisfied,way too satisfied. “On all fours baby, mommy is going to reward you for being so good” the excitement of her words flood your brain and your body immediately reacted to her, taking off your pants and panties leaving you with only an oversized shirt. And getting onto all fours, she groaned seeing how obedient you are for her. She couldn’t wait anymore and gave you her whole length, not even letting you adjust to her, immediately thrusting passionately hitting spots you never thought existed. Bumping into your g-spot and to spots people never even named. Her ruthless pace never cooled down if anything it only got rougher, with few more thrusts and few ass reddening spanks your release flood all over your thighs. Her relentless pace didn’t stop, the way you got now tighter made her eyes roll back and a hitched groan came from her “fuck baby so tight”. With how clenching you are around her length it didn’t take her long to feel her high close. Few seconds later she pulled out and white sperm got released on your back.

[funkyplantguy]

Maybe Permit Manager Cub giving Mumbo special treatment because he likes him? (Bonus if Grian is a little jealous in the background xP)

ohohohoho...yes...incredible, thank you very much... - mumbo liked to think that he was a man who had a fairly standard daily routine.

most days, he started his day off with breakfast. usually an apple (golden), or some other piece of fruit or bread - something easy to eat quickly and on the go. he was a very busy man, after all - he had quite a few farms and projects that he needed to check in with on a regular basis, and one very pesky neighbor who seemed intent on derailing him at every step. (not that he minded. it was just grian, after all - and who was he to deny grian?) next usually came lunch, then the afternoons were typically spent goofing off in some way or another with grian or scar or any one of the assorted hermits he called family. then dinner (mumbo staunchly believed in three full meals a day), then a quiet evening tinkering around in his base until it was time to call it quits for the night. pretty straightforward, all things considered, with only the occasional event or festival to derail his carefully laid out plans.

nowhere in his routine was getting practically eye-fucked by cub as he sat, squirming awkwardly, across from him at his desk, but hey - mumbo could be flexible! he could allot time out of his day for...whatever this was.

what this was, grian had explained earlier, in a huff of bristling feathers and irritated whining, was a negotiation. grian wanted a raise - that is, to be paid at all for the "very important work" he was doing as the assistant to the permit office manager - and for some reason, he thought bringing mumbo along would help him plead his case. unfortunately, all it had seemed to do so far was distract cub. "mumbo? mumboooooooo? mumbo, you in there? hello? anyone home?" mumbo jolted, banging his elbow (quite painfully, thanks for asking) on the desk as he wrenched around to look at grian. his face flushed a deep red as he was met with both grian and cub's direct attention - though varied, in the expressions adorning their faces. grian, for one, looked furious - earwings fluttering in irritation as he stared at mumbo incredulously. cub, however, looked deeply, concerningly satisfied, and not at all like he'd been paying a lick of attention to what grian had been saying, either. "are you listening? i was just telling cub about all the countless hours i spend on making sure that all of the shops in the shopping district are up to snuff, and how just the other day i spent at least 6 helping you restock that god-awful gold shop you have!" that...was not entirely true. mainly what grian had done during those 6 hours was perch on mumbo's shoulder and complain that he wasn't giving him enough attention. but if grian considered that "helping"... "huh? oh, yes, quite." "see?" grian exclaimed, turning back to cub. "he agrees - the work i'm doing here is very important, and deserves to be compensated." cub hummed noncomittally, and mumbo was suddenly drawn to how relaxed the other man looked, reclining slightly in his chair. poor grian. "i don't know, g," he mused, eyes flickering from grian to mumbo, then back again. "i think that mumbo here has just as much of a claim for compensation as you do. he helped you with that sign out front, didn't he?" "the pop-up purge sign?" grian responded, his voice climbing in volume. "the one where he added an ass to your likeness?"

"correct." "i really don't think that -"

"to be fair," mumbo mused, more to himself than anyone else. "it was quite a nice ass." "it was a nice ass. thank you, mumbo." "you're welcome, cub." for a moment, grian just stared at the two of them, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. cub stared back, blue eyes unblinking, as if challenging him to disagree. mumbo, for his part, opted to stare at anything but grian. then the moment had passed, and grian let out a huff, pushing his chair back and standing to his feet. "you know what? fine. compensate mumbo, for all i care. but don't come crying to me when the shopping district goes to shit with just scar and skizz in charge. i quit!" and with that he was off, soaring out the window and into the distance - no doubt going to scar's base to seek comfort (and to complain his ear off for the next several hours). mumbo let out a surprised laugh, then turned back to cub, freezing as he took in the way the other's gaze was now locked solely on him. "so...," cub started, and mumbo felt a shiver run down his spine at the tone. "it looks like there's an opening here at the permit office. interested?"

[koolades-world]

Hi hi! Just wanted to start off by saying I love your work ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Anyways I was wondering if you could do some comfort hcs for an mc that has IBD? You’re fine if you don’t want to write for this since it’s pretty uncommon from my understanding.

Note: I felt it important to say since there’s lots of misconceptions floating around (cough cough TikTok-)that IBD has lots to do with diet. Either it playing a role in the cause or for treating it. Which all the specialists I’ve seen have said diet is neither the leading cause nor is it the solution. All it is that some foods irritate for no particular reason and should generally be avoided.

Sorry if I overshared lol I’ve just had people tell on multiple occasions that it’s a diet thing when it’s not- it’s an autoimmune disease.

Thanks so much for reading my little impromptu rant. Again you don’t have to write for it if don’t wish to due to it being a very niche topic. Anyways hope you’re well stay safe.

-🪴🧺

hi!!! of course I can! no worries about oversharing or anything, i actually didn't know that was a misconception and help me out :)

i'm almost certain i have ibs (long story short i couldn't get diagnosed but it runs a very clear path in my family and all of my symptoms match up exactly the same it's like it was copy and pasted) and of course so i could properly write this i did a little research, and based on what you said and what i read, it sounds like people are getting the two mixed up which is something that could be fixed by a simple google search :( i'm so sorry you have to deal with people like that

i hope i did you justice and this could be a little respite in your day. enjoy <3

Mc with IBD

Lucifer

he tries his best to make your days better in little ways!

gift baskets will randomly appear in your room filled with things you'd only mentioned in passing that you wanted or needed to him

if you're feeling up for it, he'll take you out for a meal at least once a week to make you feel special. it might not be fancy every time, but you can still feel the love

if you're not though, no worries! he'll do something equally as nice at home for you with food he made himself

Mammon

if you need surgery, he's becoming your personal nurse while you heal!

every moment he can be, he's by your side

lots of cute little forehead kisses and magically producing your favorite candies from behind his back for you

you won't even have to lift a finger to change what you're watching on tv, let mammon take care of it <3

Levi

he's the king of staying in, so if you don't feel like going out, his room is always open to you!

you don't even need a password to get in, because it's you

if you're ever feeling down or unwell because of your ibd, he always lets you have full control over what you do

if you play a game like minecraft together, he'll always have surprises ready for you so next time you play, you'll find it <3

Satan

he's curious about your medication and does extensive research into it

he always makes sure any painkillers or other meds you might take won't interfere with your ibd meds!

he will recommend the over the counter painkillers if you want them that have the least amount of bad side effects, such as tylenol because he hates to see you in pain

he's got lots of connections and will use them in any way possible if it could possible help you

Asmo

he's the best at making sure you take good care of yourself!

if you're bad about taking your meds, he'll get you a cute little pill divider

will also get a matching equally cute water bottle that you can use to help take the pills

he ensure everything can be done while being fashionable, because he finds that it makes things more bearable for him, so why not his favorite person too?

Beel

he knows quite a lot about supplements and vitamins, so if you take them, he's asking you questions about them because he just wants to get to know you better

he is always there for you if you need someone to talk to, or just want to rant/vent

provides the best comfort and warm hugs :)

Belphie

like his twin, he also gives great hugs

he's your number one fan of course! he's always with you even if you're not in your bed

it may take all of his energy, but if you want to go out, he's going with you no matter what

he'll even share his signature cow pillow with you 🥺

[butterflypeatea3456]

Yandere! Alicent x Yandere! Rhaenyra x Reader x Yandere! Criston

Part 2 (There will probably be a 3rd)

As the years went by it’s be a lie to say it was all smooth sailing. Though in the present you lived a more than comparable life. Between the lavish gowns of emerald green and ruby red. All gifts from Alicent and Rhaenyra, often they loved to personally dress you in. And a large chamber right between theirs. That you and Ser Cole often shared.

When Alicent and Viserys married, you ended up spending more time with Rhaenyra. As Alicent became more busy with matters of the kingdom, that concerned the young Queen. As much as you tried to mediate the tension between the two. It pushed you further into Criston’s arms. Not that he minded, using the situation to his benefit. Often you spent time with him, especially during meals. He tried his hardest not too bad mouth Rhaenrya in front of you. After she rejected his plan of the three of you running away together.

Little did you know you are a big chunk of what caused these tensions. As a married woman, Alicent was not permitted to spend as much time with you. Always in the corner of her eyes, she saw Rhaenrya you around without her. She and Ser Cole agreed that you were getting too far away. More and more often you started being called to the Queen’s champers. With Alicent’s reasons stemming from only liking the way, you brewed her tea. To help her dress for the day. During these times in her chambers, she’d send all the other servants away and Ser Cole would be the only guard present.

The ever going rift between the three disheartened you. They were really the only people in the castle that made your stay enjoyable. But the issues they had with one another were things you couldn’t remedy from your perspective. You were growing ever aware of how close by the Queen, Princess, and Knight kept you. Not you minded, as odd as the behaviors struck you at time.

They made you feel important, more than a mere Lady could ever dream of. But it also made you afraid, if you lost favor between them it could very well be a factor. In when your maidenhood would end and you would have to wed. If you no longer seemed to wield influence to your family or proximity to the throne.

It seemed like one day the problems between Rhaenrya, Alicent, and Cristion came to a full stop. Much to your confusion, one day the two women were icy towards each other. And the next you all walked the Red Keep arm in arm. With Alicent on your left, Rhaenrya on the right, while Cristion followed closely.

What you didn’t know is that Rhaenrya overheard a conversation between her father, your's, and Otto Hightower. She was simply going to speak with her father at another time till your name was mentioned. She already had a strong dislike of her father’s hand. But his suggestion made her want to feed him to Syrax as a mid-day snack. He was trying to convince them to betrothed you to his son. Her only friend left under the control of that man. She was convinced that you’d be treated terribly, so much so that she immediately went to tell Alicent.

When Alicent heard the news she felt a flurry of emotions. You were one of the only things untouched by her father. But in a sense, you’d be closer to her. But what if your marriage made you as unhappy as she was? Rhaenrya put a comforting hand on her old friend’s shoulder. An olive branch, Alicent realized, that you would be soon be married off. If not to her brother then some other lord. That would surely keep you away from her, and Alicent could not stand this, she wouldn’t.

Ser Criston was then brought into the conversation. She was aware that he, she, and Rhaenrya felt strongly about you. And that Criston and Rhaenrya had spent some ‘time’ together. Alicent never held any of those feelings for her guard, or men in general. But she felt a growing need for you. Rhaenrya devised a bold plan to keep you with them. That Ser Cole would ‘convince’ your suitors or betrothed to change their mind. While Alicent convinced the King to allow Criston to marry. In particular, marry you. And you would continue to live in the castle between the three of them.

Criston could almost not believe what he was hearing. That he could continue to be a knight but have you forever. Granted he knew that he wasn’t the only one between the Queen and Princess. But you would be his to love, worship, protect, sire children with. All he had to do was get his hands a little dirty, but Criston was sure the mother would forgive him. After all, it was out of duty and protection.

[nana-kom]

Hi 👋🏻

So...this is my first weight gain fic and l'm a little bit shy about it. I know it's not perfect but it's the first one and I really really want to try it so there it is...also maybe there would be a part 2 if I’m feeling satisfied with this fic.

Also ! I would like to add that English is not my first langage so please be nice about it. It was difficult to find the good vocabularies but I try my best.

And this a wg story, if you don't like it don't read.

Hyunjin’s new routine

Hyunjin has always been a slim guy, taking care of his body and making sure that he was not eating too much and was always conscious about the calories and the amount of food that he was eating. Despite having a strict diet it was something he doesn’t really enjoy and since he doesn’t go to gym or work out he simply choose to keep eating healthy. The reason of that was his family, they have always been really strict about food and the way he was suppose to look, in definition slim and thin.

But now Hyunjin move out of the family house and start living with his seven friends for going to university. And of course, everyone according to say that Hyunjin was eating sadly. With this big change, he became even more careful about his weight. Checking basically everyday, sometimes he simply wish he could give up on everything and start eating has he really wants…like he really really wants.

Maybe this day was coming sonner as he tough.

See, living with people can easily make you take bad habits. For exemple, Minho was always making too much food for everyone and they have to take several days to finish his meal. Felix was always around making new dessert and wanted everybody to taste it, not to mention Jeongin who always bring bread to the apartment. Hyunjin was really struggling with his diet, he wonder how everyone here can eat like that and keep a slim figure.

« It’s okay to take few pounds Hyunjin. Even more on you first year of college ! » Say Changbin one night.

« But I’ve always follow my parents diet… I don’t really want to…start taking bad habits…Im not saying that you guys have bad habits of course ! But it’s was not like that at home. »

« I know don’t worry, and Hyunjin…Your parents are not here and if you so scared of taking some pound you can do sport with me, Chan and Jisung ! That’s would be great right ? »

And everything start that day, Hyunjin think that was actually a good idea. He can relax about eating and go to gym with his friend. So this morning, when he wakes up, he starts eating some of Felix’s brownies. There were so good in his mouth, for the first time without blaming himself he ate with a great pleasure. And he was not thinking about his weight or anything but just the taste of it, there were sweet and soft, and without realizing he finished the rest of them. For the lunch, he decided to go to the fast food, it was just next to his following class. For the first time since a year he choose to eat a burger, he doesn’t hesitate at all, and add a large portion of fries and even take some nuggets for his first big meal not forgetting to add a soda. When he makes his first bite in his burger, he already feel so good. He doesn’t has the habits to eat grassy food but this burger right now was the most delicious in the world for him. After finishing the burger, he start feeling full but he doesn’t want to finish right now, so he keep eating the fries with the nuggets ignoring his stomach how was hurting a little. Everything makes him so happy, he feel satisfied, after struggling with the end of his meal, he sighed and start wondering if he could get up right now ! This is so great. He thinks while feeling his belly expand a little, simply falling in the pleasure of fullness, he also knows he can’t be fat…after all, he would go to gym with Changbin…

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« Diner is ready ! » Scream Minho in the kitchen.

It’s been a week now since he changes his diet , right now Hyunjin was finish eating donuts (that’s Jeongin buy him, not questioning that) and heard Minho. He takes at least a minute to get up from his bed and start going to the living room to have his favorite meal while having a hand on his back supporting the food he had all day. In this back and sometimes in front of him, Felix and Jisung called that : pregnant pose, and Hyunjin was always roll his eyes at them. Back in the living room, Minho start serving everyone and Hyunjin take so more than usually, everyone keep looking at him, happy to see Hyunjin eating so well but still wondering why he was eating so much recently. Changbin was the only one smiling at him feeling appease to see his friend eating so well, Hyunjin was not really taking care of the others and was just enjoying is food, something release little moaning, he even end up taking two more plates of Minho meal and for the first time, there would be not leftovers.

« You’ve been pretty hungry this week Hyunjinnie ! »Say Chan who also noticed who he was changing his habits.

« Did you go to gym with Changbin Hyung ? » Ask Seungmin.

« Actually, I would go tomorrow, I was tired after my class…hum…everyday…but tomorrow for sure ! » He say while finishing his plates.

« Maybe I could take you there ! » Say Jisung, wondering if Hyunjin was really planning of starting exercice, but he couldn’t get the answer because Felix arrives at this moment, bringing to the table a big plates of cheesecake.

« Who wants dessert ? It’s a new recipe, I’m proud of this one maybe they’re more sugar and biscuits than usual but it’s gonna be good ! »

« Please let me taste it. » Say Hyunjin, his mouth already filled with food.

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After that night, something begin to set up, Hyunjin start his day by wake up and eat a big breakfast with the dessert Felix bake everyday or with pastries, for his lunch he end up eating at the fast food adding more snack to his diet in the afternoon, sometimes he also start bring up « light meal » to his class and finish is day by the diner that’s Minho makes, taking 2 or 3 plates.

And that’s how start Hyunjin new’s routine.

The reason for this unexpected change was Hyunjin dream. He has always follow his parents diet and keep repressed his desire for food and now with the help of his friend, he can really eat as he wants.

The thing was that making eating so much doesn’t make him feel full or lazy but just make him so happy (also a little bit exited). Eating so much without thinking about the calories or his weight was all he ever ask for. It’s been 3 weeks since he begins his new diet and he was enjoying everything about it.

But changing so much in a short time also make him looks a little bit different. He start having a double chin, and his belly was always swollen, he also noticed his skin getting more flabby, he kinda thinks that’s was cute by the way. His thigh starts rubbing each other when he walks and sometimes weird happen to his clothes. He doesn’t really fit in his pants now…Also his friends notified the way he changes and decides to discuss about that. One time at night, Seungmin was in Changbin bed as always talking about they’re studies and stuff, (they’re been dating for 1 year now), and decides to bring up the subject.

« So did Hyunjin starts going to gym with you ? » Ask Seungmin.

« No…I didn’t see him once…and I don’t think he’s planning for coming. »

« Really ? But he seems really motivated and…he has been eating really much…I tought…he wanted as muscle as my Changbinnie. » Say Seungmin before squeeze Changbin arm and kiss him on his soft cheeks.

« Trust me he’s not going to come ! »

« Why not ? »

« The day he moves here, I surprised him on his computer watching…videos… »

« What kind of videos ? » Say Seungmin sparkling eyes.

« It was like…I don’t know how to say…chubby guys…eating large amounts of food. »

« And Hyunjin was watching that ? Our Hyunjinnie ? Slim boy, beautiful and tiny body ? The one who’s counting his calories ? »

« I know what I saw… »

« That’s…surprising…and that’s…kinda hot ? »

« That’s why we don’t bring up the subjects to him. If he’s happy, that’s all that matter. »

« Trust me…he’s not going to be the only one happy here. »

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His been 3 months now, since Hyunjin start eating and the change on his body we’re clearly visible now. He’s start having a big belly that’s was hanging out of his shirt and that doesn’t even fit him anymore and he has to go in college in sweatpants not that was really important not for him. An other thing about his belly was stretch marks, when they first appear, Hyunjin was too aroused about that. His ass was now also very big, Chan has always been the one in the dorm to have the biggest ass but now it was definitely Hyunjin. He’s always been know for his big cheeks but now there’s were even bigger, and of course softer, not talking to his tight who seems getting more fat everyday. All his new change on his body could have make him panicking but it was so pleased about it so see is belly getting inflate when he was eating. One more things about his eating habits, that’s all this stuffing make him so horny. When he go to sleep, he couldn’t keep himself from touching and massaging his belly, his stomach is swell so much. He keeps rubbing his belly and moaning thinking of the food of the next day, thinking of the food that he was eating, and thinking about how full that would make him. Feeling his stomach heavy and has to take large breath when he eat to make more space in his stomach. Discoreving the feeling of rubbing his own stomach was a pleasure that’s was not anticipated, but making him so aroused. He also finds himself becoming a pillow for his friends when there’s were watching a movies together. Talking for his roommate, Hyunjin has also noticed change there behavior, like Jeongin, Hyunjin doesn’t seems to understand but he was always bringing pastries to Hyunjin, everyday, at everytime, no matter the hours, making Hyunjin adding even more calories to his diet. And some of his friends also keep asking him new questions.

*Jinnie do you want to tast my new recipe ?* was asking Felix occasionally.

*Do you want to finish my plates ?* Say Seungmin during the diner.

*Im going to take your plates Hyung, you don’t have move* Say Jeongin clearing the table, doesnt want Hyunjin moving to much.

Everything seems to be perfectly according to make Hyunjin start really gain weight and the most excited one about that was Jeongin. He always find Hyunjin so beautiful and kind with him, but he also has a preference for chubby guy and now he can just stay here and watch Hyunjin becoming day by day the men of his dream. That’s why he keeps bringing pastries in Hyunjin bedroom to make sure he was not hungry when he came back for his class, to make sure thats Hyunjin wouldn’t be hungry, he wants to keep his friend very full. But the change on Hyunjin bodies was definitely more obvious, sometimes he find himself struggling with stairs and get tired when he walks to much. Even tough, he brought new closes, there already seems tight on his new body, making him wondering about his confidence and his choices to get bigger. Fortunately for Hyunjin, Jeongin was always make compliments about his looks, making him more confidente about his extra pound. The thing about Hyunjin’s diet was just that he just couldn’t stop, he loves too much the feeling of food in his mouth, and he was absolutely in love with his fat. He loves feeling his belly became bigger meals after meals, and of course he adores so much his belly jiggling around when he walks, when he wash himself or when he touch himself. Becoming a much bigger version of himself was something he wouldn’t stop for anything.

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It’s been six months now, and everyone according to say that Hyunjin is fat now, not chubby but just fat. In university people start wondering how the most beautiful men in the school has taken so much weight in a such short period. Everyone can noticed how he was jiggling when he walk…or waddle we must say. His belly is now even bigger in front of him and push his t-shirt to much and he kinda recover is pelvis, not talking about his love handle. His arms now are just fat, and his double chin can no longer be cover by anything. Believe it or not some of people even start calling him a slob.

When everything begin, Hyunjin has taken the habit to eat large amount of food at night on the couch of the living room when his roommates were asleep. At first it was Minho’s big meal but a little bit later Hyunjin starts ordering large amount of grassy food, like the one he sees in the videos he watch. By the day passing he find himself to full and tired to get up and get in his bed. So stuffed and swollen, he just decided to sleep on the couch. However, we all know that’s Chan has sleeping problem and he often found Hyunjin sleeping next to the waste of his food. So Chan also takes the habits to carry Hyunjin in his bed so he can be confortable for the night.

Back to the present, that night again Hyunjin was sleeping on the couch, one hand on his belly who was passing over his pants, his chin still greasy with the food he ate. Chan was not surprised to see him and look at him smiling like a proud father. He decided to takes him to his bed, he pass his arm under Hyunjin feeling the fat of his back rubbing against him arm and he try to carry Hyunjin but his friend doesnt move…or he realised that Hyunjin is too…heavy for him now…When did Hyunjin became this fat ? He think before try once again but he was just weighty to get carry by someone.

Of course, he saw the change on Hyunjin’s body, since the start of school but he just hasn’t realize how much Hyunjin change, he doesn’t even remember how he looks like for Chan, it was usual to see chubby Hyunjin. But he wasn’t just chubby…he was really fat now. Not knowing why, Chan also find Hyunjin way more attractive….But right now, he need the help of his someone to carry Hyunjin…or at least try it, so he decided to go to Jeongin room and wakes him up. He enters in his room and starts shake a little his friend who has already asleep.

« What… ? » Say Jeongin when he feels Chan pushing him from his bed. « Hyung it’s like 2AM I want to sleep. »

« Hyunjin is sleeping on the couch… »

« So take him to his bed as usual… »He says before lie down in his own bed.

« I can’t…he is…too… » He doesn’t really want finish his sentence.

« Too what ? » Feeling tired of this situation.

« Much… »

« Oh… » Say Jeongin realizing what’s was happening. « I got this don’t worry.»

He walks to the living room and sat next to Hyunjin, who was taking all the places of the couch while biting his lips. Hyunjin is definitely too hot for this world. He thinks. After looking at his crush for a few minutes, he start waking him up gently and Hyunjin open his eyes.

« Hyunjinnie, you need to go to bed now… »

« I can’t… »He says while closing his eyes.

« Why ? You need to sleep correctly hyung, not on this couch. »

« But it’s hurt… »He says before putting a hand on his belly, and Jeongin start wondering if he was dreaming.

« I can help you Hyung. »

Hyunjin feels intrigued about his proposition and nod, let him do what he wants and Jeongin start rubbing his belly. Hyunjin was really surprised at the sensation of having other hand than him on his belly. It’s even better. In all the situation, Hyunjin has been since he was fat, his one was definitely the hottest, feeling the hand of his friend on his belly, belly giggling around following the movement of Jeongin. Even if he tried to hide it, he can feel himself getting harder. Its getting hot in here. For Jeongin, he cant help but wondering how someone could be this beautiful and admiring every rolls of Hyunjin’s big belly. He was also very happy to feel all the fat of his friend in his hands, making Hyunjin feel way better, he could say by the little sound Hyunjin makes every time he rub his belly.

« Our Hyunjinnie is eating well. » Say Jeongin while continuing to rub his belly.

« I know right ? Do you think…I’m too fat ? » Ask Hyunjin feeling worried about the way his friend could see him now.

« You are even more perfect to me. » Hyunjin was really surprised about this answer.

« Innie ? Is it bad ? »

« Oh no, I told you, it’s perfect your are perfect. This is perfect. » Now touching Hyunjin big cheeks.

« I’m not talking about my weight…it’s just…hum…that Im kinda hungry…. »

« After all the stuff you eat in a day ? »

« I’m…a real piggy ? »

« No, you’re just so adorable. I wish I could be feeding you right now. He makes a little pause. Do you want me to feeding you ? »

« Please… » Say Hyunjin now wanting to test this new experience.

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can we have more angst of mo’teya being picked on i just feeling gloomy idk why😞😞

I am also in a bit of a gloomy mood, but don't forget that feeling that way is ay ok, for any reason at all. Onto the angst!!

Part 1 - Mo'teya gets picked on

The Aftermath

Mo'teya sat in the cradle of a tree, legs flat in front of her. The bark rubbed against her skin uncomfortably, but she couldn't find it in her to care. She really didn't care about anything these days. After the can meeting where Zelomi, Iyo, and Yetxo were reprimanded Mo didn't go out much. Sure, she walked among the people in the mornings, and during meals. She still walked her sisters and brothers to meet their parents, as was expected of her. But she no longer played with her siblings. She no longer took Tuk to the popular streams to watch adults forage. She no longer flew with her brothers on their Ikrans or sat as her mother and father told stories and sang songs. A hatred had settled in her heart. A vile feeling full of acidic hate and despair made her bones ache. The best part of it all, it was all her fault.

If only she had ignored the three boys from the beginning. She could feel their harsh touches and searing gazes even as she curled into the ground. Every time they pushed her to the rough ground, scraping her knees and hands. Instead of baring her teeth and running to Lo'ak or Kiri, she should have ignored them. After every pinch, poke, tug, and shove, she should have ignored them. After every vile name, freak, useless, scary, sky demon, half-breed, outsider, orphan, monster. She should have been better.

But no, Baby Sully needed her big brother and sister to fight her battles. All she could ever do is cry and hide. She should have been strong, like her mother. She should have been brave, like her father.

Mo looked down at the dark and discolored skin on her bones. This was the skin of a monster. A horrible monster that did nothing but scares children with her strange glowing eyes and cold looks. She couldn't even talk, for Eywa's sake! How was a pitiful thing like her going to amount to her family? The brave Olo'eyktan, Jake Sully, and his mate, the warrior Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite. They were amazing and brave. They defeated the sky people and sent them back to their planet. They rebuilt the people's home, had amazing children, and took in an orphan who was not worthy!

No matter how hard Mo'teya tried, these thoughts and realizations brought stinging tears to her eyes. These hot tears stung her chapped lips. She didn't wipe them away, though. She was frozen in place, so deep in her own self-hatred, she didn't hear a thing. She didn't hear the strong voice call her name. She didn't hear her father walk over to the tree she hid under, attracted by the soft sobs escaping her lips. She didn't know he was even kneeling next to her until he scooped her into his chest, bridal style.

She yelped loudly, feeling it mix in with a choked sob. It hurt her throat. Her dad held her tight to his chest, soothing purrs pushing into her skin. He didn't say anything for a moment, giving her complete control to start the conversation. He just continued to purr, rubbing his cheek on her head.

OK, that's the angst! I couldn't help ending it with a little bit of comfort. Thank you so much for asking for this, it's given me a bunch of new ideas! If you guys want to see Mo'teya finally find her strength and stand up to a bully, or maybe a comfort fic with me finishing this part up with some heavy dad comfort, don't be afraid to ask! I hope you like this and feel a little happier soon!

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 76: A Problematic Reception

After the ceremony Luigi and Amaya grabbed their plates and settled with the bride and groom at the main table.

Luigi had briefly introduced her when they arrived, but the meal would be a great chance for his folks and her to get to know each other better. He’d been worried about how restive Amaya had seemed during the ceremony, but her signature quirky good cheer was back on display during dinner.

As his date congratulated Peachy and Valentina and filled them in on her own studies at Foxbury with charm and tact, Luigi relaxed and nodded to his Great Grandpa Chance who was seated with Candor and Bianca across the room. Chance had told him that the couple anticipated passing on within a few days, and it looked like he was taking this opportunity to say his farewells. He and his ex seemed relaxed and content from where Luigi sat.

After the cake was cut Luigi headed into the ballroom to mix-up glasses of the “second chances” cocktail he’d created for the event to go with dessert.

Guests came and went, grabbing a glass and heading back to the dining area to enjoy Peachy’s latest gourmet confection, but Kassandra's husband Leroy was apparently uninterested in cake. It seemed he intended to take full advantage of the open bar instead.

Great-Grandpa Vlad, also famously more into “drinks” than cake, was passing by and took the open seat next to the pair. He greeted Leroy with a sharp smile and made sure he knew that the “fine young man” serving that delicious juice was Peachy and Jack’s “little boy”.

At confirmation of what he’d suspected, Leroy's jovial expression turned into a sneer. Giving his bartender a dirty look, the juiced elder fired off “ah, so you’re the love child of the groom and that dirty partner of his".

Any negative commentary on his papa was like waving a red flag in front of a bull and Luigi quickly fired back “My Papa Jack was NEVER "dirty".”

Leroy gave a drunken bray of laughter, slurring out “boy, you clearly don’t know the half of it. After I drove that wannabe homewrecker Peachy away from my girl, his beardy boy tried to threaten me in my own home. He really never told you that he got fired for harassing me while on duty?”

The elderly scoundrel thought for a second and then pushed his now empty glass across the bar for a refill. “I guess I wouldn’t admit that either.”

Luigi was dumbfounded. His dads had never shared the details of their past with Valentina’s twin and her husband. They’d always considered Nancy Landgraab to be the mastermind behind Jack’s work trouble. The smug leer on the drunk’s face infuriated the already angry Luigi even more. Leaving the glass untouched on the bar, he stepped around to roughly snatch Leroy off his barstool instead.

Mindful of the celebration still going on just a few feet away Luigi kept his voice low as he angrily proclaimed “Papa Jack was a great sim, clearly head and shoulders above a scumbag like you. If he took the time to warn you away from Dad, you should have listened better and not come here.”

Leroy's expression hardened before morphing itself into a nasty smile. He announced to the eagerly onlooking Vlad: “this one has some fire in him” before telling Luigi “well boy, if you want to take this outside, I’m more than happy to give you a chance to defend your precious papa's honor. Otherwise, you need to shut up and get back to serving me another one of those fine drinks – it is a party after all.”

The voice of reason urging Luigi not to fight his elder step-uncle at his father's wedding was entirely drowned out by a burning rage that demanded he show the no-good lowlife in front of him the consequences of insulting his family.

Jerking his head towards the door leading to the front of the property the angry young man made his way outside, Leroy hot on his heels.

Rather than following, the subtle instigator of the spat took to his bat form and soared into the dining room. Once he’d caught the eye of the bride and groom, he flew in front of the large picture windows facing the lawn, where their son’s contribution to the evening's entertainment was on fine display.

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Social Butterfly | Antisocial Moth (Keegan Russ x GN! Reader)

TW: A little bit of swearing? Total imposter syndrome for the social butterfly bits as the authors personality aligns closer to Keegan's. Creative liberties taken in backstories as there's next to nothing from the games.

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What do laws of physics and horoscopes have in common? Both say opposites attract.

Which may be the reason why you're sitting at lunch in the mess hall, chatting with the 3rd person that approached your table while your boyfriend sat silently beside you. In the span of 30 minutes.

"No way, of course did." You smiled, laughing at Harper's story about her middle child -- Noah who has been desperately trying to keep up with a girl he likes during gym class. Because if we run together af the same speed, then I get to talk to her more.

"He's gotten better, told me he shaved 5 seconds off his total time last week" the two of you chuckled. Your food barely touched, despite your boyfriend being almost done his. "Oh anyway, I should get going and let you eat. See you, bye Keegan!" He gave a short nod and awkward smile, as you bid your colleague goodbye.

"Oh my gosh, I love her. Her kids are so cute" you smiled over to the quiet man beside you. Like with your past 2 interactions at this lunch alone, Keegan was provided with context and background on all of them. Such as:

Parker - who recently got a new dog named Ranger. 6 month old Husky who argues with him on the daily. The dog is so cute babe, can we get one? Our dog and his dog could be best friends! Then Logan can bring Riley over for a playdate and all the dogs would be so happy. Please!

Then Finn - his girlfriend, Raven (your favourite mechanic on base who he will HAVE to meet) just got home from visiting her friends from back home. He really wants to propose but isn't quite sure if this is a good time for them. I think he should do it because they are literally soulmates.

Did he really care about any of this information? Not overly. Keegan was your opposite. Preferring a smaller, tighter knit social circle than knowing everyone on base. Even if that meant you teasing him about his social circle consisting of his team, even then he didn't know a whole lot of details about them.

"I know plenty about them" He argued one night while getting ready for bed.

"Yeah? Like what?" You challenged, leaning back on the bed, watching your boyfriend roll his eyes. He was the antisocial moth to your social butterfly.

"Uh Merrick started in the seals before he was a Ghost. Knew me since I was 18, so he's pretty much my family. Loves cats, camping and his kids" You raised an eyebrow, internally adding that his wife was the best baker you've met, and that his son played hockey for many years while his daughter played soccer.

"Ajax is the most stubborn, kindest asshole I've had the pleasure of working with. Extremely smart, one of the best mentors and friends I've had" His in-laws also own the local bar downtown and donate meals to the local homeless shelters every week. His partner plans on taking over the buisness one day to continue the good deeds.

"Uh Elias knows his stuff. I couldn't ask for a better commander. Been through hell and back but continues putting the team first, he's also the one who recruited me onto the team". He also lost his wife 8 years after his youngest was born and has been balancing his life between raising 2 sons and commanding a team. He feels bad every so often feeling like he didn't give them a proper childhood, or forcing David to grow up a little too fast to take care of his brother. Even though he loves the bond the two have formed. He is the dad friend of every social circle.

"Logan is good, young and full of potential. Doesn't say much, but knows what he wants out of life and is working his ass off toward getting it. Picks up on things extremely quick, has your back at all times, loves Riley and any other animal he comes across. A bit on the quiet side but that's not a bad thing" You laughed softly, realizing every single description Keegan has given you so far is 95% work related; so continuing in the current format. You bit your lip, in an attempt not to add that Logan was a very sweet kid, of minimal words as your boyfriend pointed out, sure. But he told you once that he hoped to make his family proud with what he was doing. Then got extremely red the day you and his brother told him just how proud everyone is of him.

"What's so funny over there, chuckles?" Keegan smiled at you, walking over to join you in the bed. Opting to lay between your thighs with his head on your stomach. Fingers automatically going to his hair, you felt him relax into your touch.

"I think it's funny that everything was work related. They do lead lives off base, like you and me" you felt him shrug silently. "You forgot about Hesh and Kick". Not bothering to move, he continued.

"Everyone in California knows Hesh's life story, and Kick is just a smartass". He had you there. "And not everyone is as open and talkative as you hun."

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"Hey, it's been so long I've seen you. How have you been?" Another competitor entered the ring that was your shared table.

"It's been tiring, honestly. Coming back to work from extended leave has killed our motivation" hand finding Keegan's under the table, you were immediately engulfed in conversation with another face he didn't recognize. Lunch forgotten as your interest in the subject grew.

It was when Hesh Walker (the only person on base who held a candle to your social attitude) joined that Keegan decided he was done with lunch. Squeezing your hand 3 times under the table (a silent "I love you") he got up.

"See you guys" he responded to the 3 voices bidding him goodbye, as he went to drop his tray off before leaving.

"Tell me, how is it that the quietest soldier ended up dating the one of the loudest ones?" He heard Kick ask from behind him, walking alongside Elias and Merrick. "Your person could talk to a brick wall and become best friends with it in under 5 minutes". Keegan shrugged, falling in step with the group.

"They bring out the best side of our dear old Keegan though" Merrick clapped him on the shoulder with a mischievous grin. He found it rather comical watching you and Keegan out in a social atmosphere.

You working the room, chatting with anyone and everyone. Remembering random details about most people you've talked to. Him quietly watching you from across the room, or by your side nodding along to conversation. Things none of the senior team would've expected from their sniper 3 years ago, before he met you.

"Yeah. They're pretty great" Keegan smiled, allowing himself to fade into the background and listen to the conversation in front of him turn to whatever sports game the guys watched last night.

Your personalities may be day and night from one another, but he wouldn't give it up for th-

"Keeg! We aren't done talking about the dog we're going to adopt" he heard you yell from somewhere behind him. Causing him to freeze in place as the men in front of him began laughing. Feeling his face burn, knowing all passing eyes were now on either him or his ball of energy jogging up behind him.

But what can he say, opposites clearly attract.

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The Phantom Queers Notes

Thanks to the ever patient Cap for putting up with me gushing about them nonstop! Love you cap

Anyways. Ahem.

Firstly; the Noir's mural. I said it was based off of official art from Mementos Mission? Yeah so I wanted to add that image to this post so anyone who hasn't seen it can see it and know what I meant

So it's like this. But with more vines.

And now onto the notes

Haru's dad slowly adapting to his daughter being with someone like Makoto and just,

Okumura: invite your wife to our next brunch. I'm ready to have a meal with the person who makes you glow

Haru: are you ready for that? Neither of us want to push you

Okumura: I'm ready. I love you, and you love her so much. It's about time I let you show me such

This is after like. Eight years of him knowing Makoto. There were some very awkward talks in the beginning but mans did his research! He knows how to be respectful!

He even frames a photo of their little family and keeps it on his desk, with little trans and lesbian flag stickers in the corners. He updates it every year as his grandsons grow older

(THATS RIGHT I HAVE MORE ABOUT THE SONS YOULL GET TO LEARN ABOUT THEM)

Teenage Makoto and Haru going to see a spy movie as their first date as girlfriends, Makoto nervous because sure Haru knows she's trans already, but what if-

They end up making out halfway through in the back of the theatre.

Haru: this was lovely! We should go on some more dates, yes?

Makoto: y-yeah! That would be very nice,

And Haru gives her a goodbye kiss, a full one right out in the middle of the street, waving her fingers with a little wink as she gets on her train, Makoto just standing there watching her new girlfriend walk away with her heart beating out of her chest

Their first place together is a dorm at university. They push the beds together to make a double, though they sleep so closely they'd only need a single. Little flags on the bag of the door, little polaroids from dates and hangouts with their new friends on a wall, the way Makoto's study space is sparse, with clicky pens and things to safely chew on, and Haru's having plants and life and so many colours-

Makoto finding out Haru's actually pregnant and just. She's so relieved. She didn't ruin it all for her love,

But Haru would've been so happy either way, even if their kid didn't have Makoto's eyes or, like their second and third, her rebellion and cute little nose-

Okay gonna lay out the sons real quick! They have three sons; Seiji is their first born, has Makoto's sharp red eyes, Haru's curls, and a general softer shape to him. When he's like middle school age he goes a bit emo, remains into dark colours and music. And he loves to cook! Loves food

Then there's the twins, Kazuto and Hiroto. Dark curls, Haru's softer eyes, but they have that Niijima spark, they look more like Makoto did as a kid. Identical twins too! Pure evil. Menaces. Cunning and with sharp grins, their moms are lucky they aren't into arson

Sae, just barely out of university, now the legal guardian of her little brother and just. Sitting there as this little middle schooler comes out to her, and-

Well. She has to do everything she can for her sister.

Makoto: here, let's look at my childhood photos

Hifumi: you, do that? Look at photos from before you transitioned?

Makoto: it's different for everyone. I'm fine with it, I know Yusuke has a select few saved, Futaba doesn't like it for other reasons-

Makoto: I did change my name though. We have nothing that remains with my dead name on it. That is where I draw my boundaries. I cannot handle hearing it on my worst days

Hifumi: I see

Makoto: it wasn't me. And while I'm not as feminine as you or Haru, I'm still a woman

Hifumi: I'm starting to make sense of this all, thank you so much

Makoto: that's what family is for, sis

-new note-

Haru: if you want to discuss, hm, reassignment procedures, with someone, I know Yusuke is rather open about his. He'll even give you his professional's number

Hifumi: why are you saying it that way?

Haru: Makoto has, a thing with. *Hospitals*. So, I tend to reword those things

-new note-

Makoto: I'll wake up early and make Haru breakfast in bed for our first mother's day, I'll have the little one strapped to my chest nothing can go wrong!

Hifumi: what happened to you

Makoto, sitting on the kitchen floor covered in flour and butter, her infant son playing with Johanna on the couch: I tried to cook with a baby. Help me please

Hifumi entertains the baby while Makoto makes a plate of scones, an omelette, and a little fruit salad for her wife

"I just get so distracted when he's with me. I lost all focus"

"yeah but the flour?"

"I was measuring it. Saw Seiji clap. So, I clapped."

"Ah."

Haru wakes up to her son giggling on Makoto's side of the bed, her wife tracing soft kisses up from her hand

"happy mother's day, baby"

"Happy mother's day, Love"

They both have the day off, and just spend a nice day with their lil guy

Haru: if this is mother's day, I wonder what you'll do for my birthday?

Makoto: ah, well Seiji won't be helping me with those plans. That'll be a very special night out, just us two. After a morning with his plans of course

Haru: I'm so lucky I have you,

Makoto: sjdbskdhxidbdj baby,,

-new note-

Makoto: happy birthday baby

Haru: you, bought that small building between us and the shop next door?

Makoto: let's go inside and you'll see your gift. Full home gym, with a little sauna and hot tub room in the back

Haru: ...not gonna lie Love this looks more like a gift for you

Makoto: did you notice the lounge chairs? This is a private show for you~ I know you hate coming to the gym to watch me, so-

Haru: I LOVE IT

Makoto: you can have a private showing whenever you'd like, baby. All for you

Haru: can we, have a go right now?

Makoto: of course. Are you okay with me working on arms and upper body?

Haru: YES

haru just in her lil lounge chair aggresively sipping water

cause shes thirsty

(green was Cap akfhdj)

Staring at the back muscles

Makoto has to wear a long sleeve shirt to her run with Ryuji the next morning. Normally she runs in the like, sports bra thing. But her arms, back, and abs are. Covered. From Haru enjoying her gift

Haru: I'm gonna kiss every muscle on you

Makoto: oh wow

Ryuji: whyre you wearing a shirt? You hate the sweat cling

Makoto: Haru's birthday yesterday

Ryuji: ...fuck I forgot to get her anything she's gonna kill me- wait. GROSS DUDE DONT TELL ME ABOUT-

Makoto: I DIDNT MAN STOP YELLING

Makoto and Haru at like a parents night for the preschool Seiji goes to just trying to ignore the straight gossip going around all around them

One couple: hehe we're trying to give her a sibling, trying for a baby is soooo much work

Makoto: ...they're just openly admitting they fu-

Haru: shh, Love. I know. Don't get too stressed though, you have to be in good health for our appointment tomorrow.

Makoto: think we should tell people we're also trying? But heavily imply we're just fu-

Haru: yes. Absolutely. Put your hand in my back pocket, I'll leave a little mark on your neck-

Makoto excitedly explains this at the appointment they go to the next morning, she's had to take those. Relax pills before so she's a lil loopy, and Haru just smiles so tenderly as they run the tests on her wife. She loves their little family,, so glad the medical field has a way for them to have kids (I'm making shit up idk man. Au magic this world made it possible I don't wanna think about it too hard)

Makoto: ...do you also find it weird we only have sons

Haru: shh don't think Love. Happy moment, no gender thoughts. Hold one of the twins, be mesmerized by the baby

Haru adores her wife and their sons so much. Even if their oldest turns emo and the twins are feral demons

Akira: when I first met you two you were getting the drunkest out of the group at every night out, dancing all over each other- I'm pretty sure you two were making out more than you weren't

Makoto: I remember our uni days, ha

Haru: mm, good times

Ann: you guys were. All over each other then

Haru: it was our first time getting to be open about us! It was exciting.

Makoto: we're just as all over each other now, we just know how to close doors

Ryuji: and DONT ACT LIKE YOU AND SHIHO DONT JUST MAKE OUT ON THE COUCH

Ann, three drinks in: you think that's all we do on that couch?

Yusuke: ...I think we need to sober her up before my roommates kill each other

Akechi, already grabbing the hose: on it

Ann and Ryuji, very wet the next minute:

Akechi: problem solved. Hey, lesbians. If you get too handsy you're getting sprayed next

Haru holds her hands up in the "don't shoot" position

Hifumi just sits to the side and drinks with Futaba, watching them all

Futaba: you want to stay on our couch tonight? Going home with Mrs and Mrs "Horny Drunk" won't lead to good things for your mental health

Hifumi: ...please tell me you're not speaking from experience

Futaba: me? No. Goro? Oh yes. Watching him be unable to look at either of them for four months was hilarious

Hifumi makes it back home around noon and notices only Makoto is in the house space

Hifumi: hey, where's Haru?

Makoto: hm? Oh, she's working downstairs. Want some tea? I can make you a plate of eggs?

Hifumi: Haru out drank everyone, how is she functioning?

Makoto: she's somehow immune to the hangover. Nah, I'm kidding. She drank water between every drink. Then it was the Gatorade and coffee mix, with a plate of my "Hangover Eggs". Neither of us have ever had a rough morning. Not since the first month of uni

Hifumi: ...I'll take a plate of the eggs, please

The day Haru finds out she's pregnant is. One of the best days in their household

She and Makoto had been having monthly appointments with their doctor over the last year, and. She'd felt off since the week after the last one but- she thought takin the test was wishful thinking

But the eight tests all read positive and- man she's gotta think of a way to tell Makoto

Before she gets a chance some dude tries to rob Noir's, barely nicks her with his knife but she goes to the hospital as a precaution cause tetanus

Makoto gets a call from one of the workers telling her her wife is at the hospital, they were robbed, and she gets there and is so relieved to see Haru looking alright, just some bandages around her arm, and Haru just Smiles

Eventually a doctor comes in to give Haru the all clear, but he pauses before they leave like: oh, and we did check. You're coming along just fine

Makoto: what does that mean?

Doctor: the pregnancy. Ms Okumura is early on, but all is going well

Makoto: ...it worked? Youre-

Haru: surprise?

Makoto is excitedly telling everyone for the next few months. Sure Haru was the one who wanted children more of the two, but that doesn't mean Makoto didn't want this. Her wife is pregnant! They're having a kid! And by some miracle, it's their kid

Ann: wait. How

Yusuke: but. You're on estrogen? There should be no way-

Ryuji: GROSS YOU GUYS DID IT?!

Shiho: ...Ryuji, stay on point here

Haru: science

Makoto: lesbian magic

Goro: I'm not watching your little spawn

Akira: dibs on godfather!

Futaba: in surprised you kept it a secret this long. Both of you suck at secrets

Makoto: no we don't

Haru: ...love you accidentally told me you were going to propose three days before you did it

They're much more open when they decide to go for a second kid, mostly because they're more convinced it'll work this time

Ryuji: gross

Ann: we already went over this. Science baby. Not like with straight people

Ryuji: but still

Makoto: you've known us for like ten years. How are you still like this

Ryuji: IDK YOU GUYS ARE LIKE THE PSEUDO MOMS I DONT WANNA THINK ABOUT YALL FUCKING

Makoto: so stop thinking about it?

Ryuji: ...oh.

Ann: DUDE SERIOUSLY

Then there's a bit about Ann and Shiho, how they decide to have a donor baby, and. End up with Triplets. Two daughters; Asami, Nikko. And then a son, Tsukito

Makoto: Seiji, turn off the TV, go play with the trio

Seiji: but mom, they're playing field hospital again. They're gonna make me the patient

Makoto: buddy, sometimes we have to make sacrifices. You and I will have a day to ourselves if you do it, okay?

Seiji: can we go to the farmers market?

Makoto: uh sure

Seiji has the red eyes but the twins are pure evil

Makoto: Kazu, Hiro, how did you get up there

The twins, literally on the roof: climbed

The twins have the like innocent Haru smile. Devious

There's cunning behind those eyes. They have the Niijima mind

Kazu: mom I don't feel good

Makoto: oh no, what happened- ...why is there a pencil in your arm

Hiro: hi mom

Makoto: ...both of you. What happened. Why are there pencils in your arms

Kazu and Hiro: we wanted to see if we could stab each other hard enough

Makoto: get in the car we're going to the hospital

Kazu: we're going on a hunger strike

Hiro: we want the bigger room. There's two of us

Seiji: I'm older. Nice try.

Kazu: we will make you give in

Hiro: I'm studying up on CIA torture tactics

Kazu: we both take martial arts. You will give us the room

Seiji: oh yeah? You think I won't survive? Try me

Makoto: baby the boys are waging war

Haru: eh, they're tire each other out. Feel up for a workout?

Makoto: HARU WE HAVE A PROBLEM

Haru, who was working the shop downstairs: Love? What's wrong

Makoto: I lost the babies

Haru: ...what

Makoto: I didn't think they'd figure out how to open the door i- baby the babies fucking got out-

Seiji: they're under the couch they just opened it and went under the couch

Makoto: what did we do to deserve this

Haru: I mean, we did fuck at a party and break the urn with someone's grandmother's ash's in uni

Makoto: oh yeah. And then we blamed Goro

Uni Makoto and Haru are just. A different breed. Them in high school was sweet, them after is domestic with a hint of spice, but. The in between.

They all go to the grand opening of Noir and. Just stare at how normal the two are

Ann: no visible hickies... It's a miracle

Akira: I can't believe it. They've been tamed

Haru: hi darling, think you'll lie on your stomach for me?

Makoto: ngh, wait, its-

Haru: don't think about it. We'll get your shot over with quick, and then we can have the day in bed. I promise. We took today off for a reason

Makoto: nooo I don't want it,

Haru: you're just saying that, you love you. You won't be the you you worked so hard for if you weren't brave enough for a little shot

Makoto: ...will it be quick?

Haru: I'll even numb the area with ice

Makoto: and we can kiss all day?

Haru: whatever you want

Makoto: fine. Give me the e,

Haru: you call me baby and yet,

Makoto: OW

Haru: that's the ice, Love

Haru: there, all done.

Makoto: did you use the

Haru: yes, I used the Buchimaru band aid

Makoto: I love you so much

Haru: I love you too

Makoto: kiss time?

Haru: I suppose~

Makoto later on: hey, thanks for not listening. I'm already feeling better

Haru: I know darling, it's hard to stab you sometimes but I know it's what makes my girl happiest

Makoto: mm,

Sae: since you two are going to be rooming together when you go off to uni, it's time I passed on the torch

Haru: oh?

Sae: Makoto is a coward about her hormone shots. No matter how much she says she doesn't want it, she does. Unless she has a serious conversation about detransitioning on a non shot day, don't listen. Give her a lollipop or something, anything else to focus on. She does best lying down. She can't kick you if you sit on her calves-

Haru: i- have you been doing this all this time?

Sae: yes. And now we will have the awkward experience of me helping you give her the shot. It'll be weird. But it'll be your responsibility as her partner

Haru: I'm ready, Chief

Makoto: hey, sis- Haru? Wait, no

Sae: yes. Pants off. Lie down.

Makoto: NO WAIT I CHANGED MY MIND I WANNA BE A GUY

Haru: will you lie down for me my Love?

Makoto: ...uh yeah

Sae: pants.

Makoto: bite me.

Sae: Makoto, you know this is what's best for you

Makoto: lies

Haru: I'll hold your hand if that helps? And give you a kiss after for being so brave?

Makoto: you're much more convincing than sis

Sae: alright Haru, that's it. You did it, congrats

Makoto: I'm dead. You killed me

Haru: you're rather attractive for a corpse

Sae: I'm leaving now. I'll bring home dinner. Don't do anything stupid

Hifumi: oh I do my own shots

Haru: my wife is just a big baby about them, and I mean that affectionately

Makoto: yeah I. Don't do well with anything of that sort

Haru: our fertility appointments are. Very planned. She takes one of those relaxation pills before we go

Makoto: it's tough but it's worth it for the chance to give Haru anything she desires

Makoto is the most doting wife while Haru is pregnant. Foot rubs, vitamins, skin creams and talking to their son every day

"today your mama gave your mom her shot. That's right, your mama shot me"

"Makoto-"

"just kidding kid. She helped me feel more like myself, and I love her so much. You've got the best mama ever"

"They have the best mom too"

Haru: ...Makoto?

Makoto: it's 2 am,, what is it baby?

Haru: I want. Cold soba noodles

Makoto: easy enough,

Haru: covered in chocolate

Makoto: ...

Slow dancing in the kitchen, Makoto behind Haru, hands entwined over Haru's dark apron, heads leaned together

Makoto: a night to ourselves,

Haru: Hifumi moved out a year ago, and the kids are staying at the Quad,, so it's just us

Makoto: shall we treat ourselves? I can make you steak? Break out the good wine? We can have a nice bath, turn in early for some, us time

Haru: can you make baked potato with the steak?

Makoto: anything for you

Haru: carry me to bed later?

Makoto: of course

Buff Makoto and her pudgy baker wife, And their emo chef son and two demon spawns

Thinking back to scared little high school Makoto, more scrawny than anything, and petite Haru seated beside her, their pinkies barely entwined, both blushing and looking away

To Uni them, with Makoto playing rugby recreationally and Haru being very much a fan of that, them making out and boinking literally anywhere possible, somehow like top of their classes while still going all out for the fun side of things

Makoto being very awkward with Haru's dad.

Kunikazu: so. You are. Transgender?

Makoto: yep.

Kunikazu: you want to be, a boy?

Makoto: w-wrong direction, sir

Haru: you can't do anything, father. I love her.

Kunikazu: I see

Makoto: ...can I go home? And hire a bodyguard?

Kunikazu: I suppose you two can live together. Just. I do not want a surprise grandchild

Haru: that's not even possible

Makoto: yeah I'm leaving

Haru: father and I will be having monthly brunch

Makoto: oh, joy,

Haru: just us. You're not invited

Makoto: ...did he-

Haru: I uninvited you

Makoto: I love you so much

Haru: no marks, I'm seeing my dad tomorrow! Makoto-

Makoto: but baby,

Haru: ...no visible marks at least

Makoto: ...fuck I forgot the rule

Haru: it's, well. I didn't try to stop you,

Makoto: your dad is gonna murder me

Haru: he won't, he likes you, he's just. Still in his learning phase

Makoto: yeah but you're gonna walk in tomorrow looking like a dalmatian

Haru inventing the Gatorade coffee in university after a night of. Heavy drinking with her girlfriend. Waking up and feeling like death itself and just. Trying to make coffee but she's barely looking and brews it with. Gatorade instead of water

Haru: I know you spoke to Yusuke, but Makoto gave me permission to tell you about her surgery experience

Hifumi: oh?

Haru: she had top, which I'm sure you've noticed by now. She likes to ditch the shirt more than usual

Hifumi: yes

Haru: but she had such a horrible time recovering she cancelled for bottom and just. Never got it

Hifumi: oh. And she's okay with that?

Haru: it works for her. Makoto's never been, violently dysphoric about her body. Not since I met her. Her voice was one thing, but now she's at her best

Hifumi: thank you for sharing, and tell her thanks too

Haru: of course! And let me know if you need someone for care afterwards or to drive you to and from

Haru dealing with miserable Makoto post op from top and just

Haru: my poor girl,

Makoto: I'm dying,,

Makoto: but at least I'll die with boobs,

Haru: okay let's give you some more pain meds, HEY DONT TOUCH, MAKOTO-

Makoto: ow,,,

Makoto: I just wanted to feel,

Haru: I know you and your hands, but give it some recovery time, please

Sae walking into Makoto's room during their first sleepover in high school and just. Seeing the two all curled up, the content looks on their faces, She sees Makoto stir and the minor look of horror on her face at getting caught by her sister but, Sae just smiles, whispers a loud goodnight, and turns back

Haru nuzzles closer, and Makoto just. Smiles.

Them watching Seiji in a school play and just trying not to fight the group of mom's at the back of the room who are chatting

Makoto: the disrespect-

Haru: Love his line is coming up, make sure the camera is on!

Makoto: wait, shit, where did the twins go?

Haru: ...we can worry about bailing them out later

Surprisingly that's it?? But one last joke Cap made that I felt I needed to share

"of course Makoto's trans her Persona is a Transformer"

[inairbinad]

Steve's Got a Date with a Vampire! (5)

part five of seven | Explicit (eventually) Part One | Part Four | Read on AO3

It had been less than two full days since the fair, and Steve was practically dying to be anywhere but at the Family Video. On a date with Eddie would have been preferable, but he wasn’t feeling all that picky after getting roped into picking up extra hours the day before. And now Steve was back again, wondering if Keith was single-handedly trying to keep him from finding an excuse to see Eddie. 

“Please stop sighing,” Robin grumbled from across the store where she was restocking tapes. “It’s incredibly annoying.”

“I’m not sighing,” Steve argued, knowing full well he was lying.

“You are,” Robin glared at him. “And I’m sorry that your job is interfering with your love life, but you have to be here. So the least you could do is not spread your misery around.”

“You’re very mean to me,” Steve pointed out. 

“I know,” Robin beamed back at him. “I’m the worst and that’s why you love me.”

Steve was gonna argue with her just to have something to do, but the phone rang before he got the chance. It was Dustin.

“What are you doing after work?” he asked without saying hello. 

“Sleeping, hopefully,” Steve yawned. Back-to-back early shifts on the weekend was not something he was cut out for.

“Boring. I’m coming over,” Dustin informed him.

“May I ask why?” Steve made sure to let his lack of enthusiasm color his tone.

“First of all, because Ma is driving me a little bit batty,” Dustin complained. “Second, because I wanted to ask your advice about something Suzie related and it’s more of an in-person conversation.”

Steve’s eyes instinctively narrowed. He didn’t trust a single word Dustin said anymore, but if he was up to something Eddie related, that would be just about the only thing that could pick Steve’s spirits up at this point. So he didn’t bother to try and say no.

“Okay, when?” he asked instead.

“Do you actually care if I go over there now?” Dustin asked, his voice just a tad too sweet. “I could use the alone time and just see you after your shift. I’ll use the key under the frog.”

Several alarm bells started blaring in Steve’s head, ranging from Dustin willingly forgoing a free ride, to the fact that he wanted to spend—Steve checked the clock—three hours alone in Steve’s house. 

Steve was very glad that he kept a spare shirt and some cologne in the trunk of his car for emergency after-work dates. He was kind of excited to see what the little asshole had planned next. 

“Sure, kid,” Steve said with a smile. “Whatever you want.”

———

Steve really had to admire the scene that he walked into when he opened his front door. 

Dustin pulled out all the cheesiest stops that he could think of, it seemed. All the lights were dimmed, candles flickered just about everywhere Steve looked, and a trail of goddamn rose petals led him through the house and out onto the back patio, which also happened to be recently decorated with several strings of fairy lights.

And there Eddie sat, dressed in his usual ripped jeans and a faded t-shirt, lounging in one of the patio chairs with all the grace of a Greek god and a small, soft smile on his face.

“Impressive little fucker, isn’t he?” Eddie asked as soon as he saw Steve taking in the view. More candles were scattered out here, easily complimenting the way the moonlight glittered against the calm surface of the pool. The table Eddie was sitting at had what looked like an entire meal prepared and waiting on it, and even a tablecloth, too. “I gotta say, I thought he might’ve been more subtle than this.”

For some reason all Steve’s half-functioning brain could ask was, “Did he leave all these candles burning and waiting for you?”

Eddie didn’t seem surprised by that question at all. He only smiled to himself and casually drummed his fingers against the tabletop as Steve made his way closer to sit. 

“Oh, no,” Eddie’s eyes were full of mirth as he launched into his story about how he’d gotten roped into this one. “He let me in the front door, refused to answer any of my questions about why it looked like he was trying to seduce me, made me wait in the foyer, then booked it out the back door and took off on his bike into the woods.”

Steve folded himself into the chair opposite Eddie and hoped he looked graceful while doing it. He barely suppressed a hysterical laugh when he saw that Dustin had poured a glass of blood for Eddie into one of his mother’s crystal wine glasses. 

“Subtlety isn’t exactly his strong suit,” Steve shrugged, and took a sip of the regular old Coke that was waiting for him in his own wine glass.

“Okay, fair,” Eddie agreed with a soft smile. “But I didn’t think he’d top locking us in a closet in terms of obviousness.”

“What excuse did he use on you?” Steve asked. “To get you here?”

“'Emergency' D&D character questions,” Eddie laughed. “You?”

“A conversation about Suzie that he really needed to have ‘in-person,’” Steve quoted, honestly thankful that had been a line.

“He’s lucky you didn’t have a cow and think he was gonna ask you about sex,” Eddie pointed out with a wry grin.

“Well, I might’ve,” Steve admitted, “if I didn’t know something like this was what he was really doing.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped to Steve’s then, like somehow he was actually surprised to hear it. Even after all this, he realized, Eddie wasn’t sure about how Steve felt. Two nights before, in somewhat of a daze in Robin’s bedroom, Steve made a promise to fix that. It seemed like now or never.

“And yet here you sit, apparently unbothered by it,” Eddie remarked.

“Yep,” Steve said, letting him dangle a little bit.

“Why?” Eddie asked, worrying at his bottom lip. Steve watched it greedily, keeping his eyes on Eddie’s mouth long enough for Eddie not to doubt his intention.

“Because I want to be here,” Steve said simply. “Why’d you stay?”

Eddie’s eyes were practically on fire as they got caught up in Steve’s. “Because I want to be here.”

Even though he knew it was coming, Steve’s stomach swooped to hear it straight from Eddie’s lips. He didn’t bother trying to hold back a beaming grin. 

“Good,” he said, then pulled the lid off his plate to find that Chef Dustin made him a frozen pizza for dinner. Steve could only shake his head and laugh. “Should we eat, then?”

“Cheers.” Eddie held out his glass and clinked it against Steve’s. Then he leaned back in his seat, a picture of calm as he sipped his blood cocktail. He kept his eyes on Steve the whole time, looking over the rim of his glass and assessing Steve like he was some kind of puzzle. 

“So, just to be clear,” Eddie said, and Steve bit back a self-satisfied smirk. “This is a date, right?”

“What gave it away?” Steve teased. He was entirely surprised—and pleased—to see that when Eddie looked down at his glass with a shy smile, it was to hide a blush. Steve couldn’t help himself when he said, “Wow. You’d think with the vampire powers you’d get lucky enough not to blush anymore.”

Eddie shot him a look that was both adorably embarrassed and somehow still full of heat. He squared his jaw, scoffed in an entirely offended tone, and said, “Well, my whole existence revolves around blood these days, sweetheart. So I’m afraid it’s only made mine more...reactive.”

Steve swallowed thick, catching what Eddie was hinting at, but he wanted to hear him say it. 

“I’m so sorry for you,” Steve said, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too big.

“It comes with other advantages,” Eddie fluttered his eyelashes and actually glanced down at his lap for a fraction of a second, so quick Steve might’ve missed it. But Steve didn’t miss anything Eddie did these days.

“You’ll have to enlighten me later,” Steve said, voice full of promise. 

“Bold assertion to make on a first date, Stevie,” Eddie murmured, and Steve merely smiled at him, unwilling to back down now. Eddie placed his glass down on the table in a fluid, graceful movement that left Steve watching every muscle move beneath his t-shirt.

“I’ve already let you drink my blood, Eds,” Steve pointed out with a laugh. “I think we’re beyond the rules about which base goes with which date.” 

For a split second, Eddie stared at Steve in disbelief, and he worried he’d been too forward. But then Eddie laughed, flashing his dimples at Steve in a wickedly delighted grin.

“Speaking of first dates, how did we end up on ours courtesy of Dustin Henderson?” Eddie asked, sending a little bit of bite back in Steve’s direction.

Steve was hoping for a whole lot of bite, in reality, but that could be saved for later as well.

“You know how he is when he gets a bee in his bonnet,” Steve shrugged, pushing the thought away for now. But Eddie saw right through it.

“Oh, so you didn’t encourage him at all?” Eddie asked. “He just guessed that this—and the fair, and all the other insane shit he’s done recently—was something you’d be open to?”

“I mean, we’ve both been kind of obvious,” Steve tried. 

“Stevie.” Eddie’s voice dipped low, and Steve knew he wasn’t gonna wiggle out of this one. Weren’t vampires supposed to be able to read minds? Was that what was happening, or was Steve just about as transparent as Eddie’s skin, these days?

“I might have admitted to him that I have a teeny crush on you?” Steve offered up, hoping Eddie wouldn’t run wild with it.

Really, he knew better. Eddie’s face split open into a wild grin, fangs and all.

“And we both know that’s as good as opening the floodgates,” Eddie said, absolutely gleeful.

That was true enough, Steve would admit. But there was something of an undercurrent to Eddie’s expression, lurking just beneath the surface. Like some kind of deeper understanding.

“You did it too, didn’t you?” Steve asked, letting a few pieces slot together into place in an instant. Of course Dustin would have been pushing harder if he had confirmation of affection on both sides. Eddie laughed, looked away for a split second, then trained his eyes on Steve’s face again. 

“Right after the pool party. He kept asking me why I was sulking,” Eddie said simply. “And he wasn’t buying the ‘I’m an undead creature now, Henderson, I’m allowed to be in a mood,’ excuses, either. He just came right out and said, ‘It’s because of Steve, isn’t it?’ And I caved. I can never say no to that little shit.”

“Well, we definitely have that in common,” Steve said around a disbelieving little laugh. Sometimes he didn’t know if he wanted to throttle Dustin or kiss his forehead. “He asked me if I hated you, and accused me of acting like King Steve again with those big sad eyes he does? So I had no choice but to admit why I was getting all flustered around you.”

“Because you had a crush on me,” Eddie added with a smirk. “Just to clarify.”

“Have,” Steve corrected, staring at Eddie unabashed now. “Present tense, Munson.”

There was that blush again. Goddamnit, this was already the most fun Steve had had on a date in ages. Maybe ever. 

Steve realized that the more he opened up, the more of a response he got out of Eddie. So he kept going.

“Robin agrees with you,” Steve said casually, and Eddie tipped his head to the side in question. “Her theory is that I told him because I knew he’d help make this happen.”

“Did you?” Eddie asked, grinning again. 

“I didn’t really mean to,” Steve admitted. “But, in the back of my mind, or whatever? Probably.”

“Such game, you have,” Eddie teased. He added to the effect by nudging Steve’s foot with his own. Instead of feeling embarrassed about it, Steve leaned in to the buzz of anticipation it gave him, to relinquish a little bit of power to Eddie. Steve could see how it affected Eddie, knowing how gone Steve was for him—hearing him admit the lengths he’d go to for Eddie’s attention. 

“I won Lars for you, didn’t I?” Steve said, somehow managing to defend himself a little while only adding to the effect. Eddie dipped his head to give him credit for that. “And I thought my game in the pool was pretty good, even if you won that round.” 

“So you did like the popsicles,” Eddie said, like he was realizing it for the first time.

“Um, obviously,” Steve said, still incredulous that Eddie hadn’t been sure. Steve was pretty sure that particular display had left him drooling. 

“I mean, you got all cagey after that!” Eddie said. “I thought I freaked you out!”

“Jesus, Eds. I wasn’t freaked out, I was turned on,” Steve groaned. “And in a room full of children, wanting nothing more than to jump in your goddamn lap.”

Eddie looked at Steve like he was considering inviting him to sit in his lap now. Steve would have happily accepted, but forced himself to wait for whatever Eddie had to say, first.

“I—okay.” Eddie huffed, then leaned back in his chair and dragged his eyes down Steve’s chest. He met Steve’s gaze again with complete earnestness. “I never thought of it that way.” 

“Not even after the closet?” Steve asked, an eyebrow raised. Now that he’d said it out loud and Eddie knew, he wanted Eddie to know every single time Steve felt like he’d melt in Eddie’s presence. Which was pretty much always.

“I may have noticed some…excitement,” Eddie said with a teasing grin. “But I talked myself out of it meaning anything. I’d just sucked your blood and all.”

“Eddie,” Steve sighed, wondering how on earth they were both so stupid. 

“I’m not good at this like you are!” Eddie exclaimed, and Steve gave him what he hoped was a deeply skeptical look. “I’m not, okay? I can string together some pretty words but the actual wining and dining part? Dustin gets that from you, not me.”

“I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit,” Steve said softly. Even he had to admit he could have taken the leap, or at least done more to show his interest in Eddie was serious, but Steve wasn’t going to beat himself up over it now. Not now that Eddie was here, talking openly about his feelings and occasionally blushing. “I’m sorry for ever making it seem like I’m not crazy attracted to you, or that I wouldn’t want this.”

“We’re kinda dumb, huh?” Eddie asked, and Steve couldn’t help but grin stupidly. 

“Yeah, kinda,” he agreed. “Thank god we have Dustin.”

Eddie laughed, a delighted and lilting sound, and readjusted in his seat by just a touch. He was still smiling, but had all the sincerity Steve had ever heard in his voice when he said, “I’m sorry for always assuming the worst.”

Steve might’ve had the impulse to think Eddie’s assuming the worst was about him, about his past and how he probably didn’t deserve the benefit of the doubt. But looking in Eddie’s eyes in that moment, he knew there was more to it. He could see the same insecurities he wrestled with dancing there behind Eddie’s gaze—the assumption that he couldn’t possibly be getting what he wanted. 

Steve reached his hand across the table in offering, and Eddie quickly threaded his fingers through Steve’s and gently squeezed.

“Do you have popsicles for dessert?” Steve half-joked, trying to put a smile back on Eddie’s face. It felt less funny and more suggestive when Eddie’s eyes flicked to Steve’s neck, though. Steve felt a wave of heat wash over him and pool in his gut, threatening to burn him through. 

Eddie raised a single eyebrow in curious inquiry. “Are you offering?” 

Steve didn’t get the chance to reply before a low rumble of thunder came booming across the sky in warning, and Eddie���s eyes lit up like the promise of a storm thrilled him. The first waft of rain soaked air finally hit Steve’s nose, and he breathed in the sweet, earthy smell of it. He wasn’t in any rush to get inside if that was just the first warning boom. 

It turned out he was wrong, though, and it wasn’t enough warning at all. Within seconds a sheet of rain descended upon the back patio, and the both of them were caught in the downpour. The patio umbrella they were under shielded them from most of it, but it was a good ten feet to reach the shelter of the house.

“Think we can make a run for it?” Steve asked as he quickly moved around the table towards Eddie, holding out his hand in offering. Eddie smirked, all-knowing and confident as he grabbed on and stood. Eddie’s mannerisms had always fascinated Steve, the way he used his body to perform, to impart extra emotion into everything he said and did. But now Eddie had a lithe kind of grace to him, as well, which was just as mesmerizing to watch. 

Steve realized he was staring and snapped himself out of it. He dragged his eyes up towards Eddie’s and they exchanged a determined glance. Then they made a run for it. 

Steve didn’t account for how Eddie’s speed would get them inside nearly unscathed. Steve had been expecting to get drenched, but Eddie deftly danced them inside with a finesse that made Steve’s stomach swoop. What few fat, cold raindrops did manage to catch them only made Steve laugh, feeling all at once like a little kid again from the thrill of it.

“Forgot you could do that,” Steve said, breathless once Eddie had the patio door sliding shut behind them again. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to shake loose what little rain had caught him.

Eddie was still watching the rain through the door, an almost spellbound look on his face.

“You okay?” Steve asked, laying a gentle hand on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie turned to him with a smile that made Steve’s heart beat a little faster.

“Perfect, actually. I was scared I would hate lightning now, after everything.” Eddie paused to look out through the glass doors, apparently marveling at the way the rain made the surface of the pool ripple. “This is the first good storm since I woke up, though. I’m glad I'm with you for it.”

“Me, too,” Steve all but whispered, just as another crack of lighting broke across the sky, illuminating Eddie’s pale skin in a milky glow. He was so goddamn beautiful that Steve’s breath caught.

Of course, it was in that moment that the power cut out.

“Seriously?” Steve laughed as he looked around them. Thanks to Dustin’s candles they weren’t immediately plunged into darkness, at least. “All that planning and the little shit didn’t check the weather?”

Eddie snorted as he turned around and took in the scene around them, with everything now illuminated in a soft glow. “I’m wondering if this isn’t exactly how he planned it, actually.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing Eddie was probably right. “If I find out we’re the only ones without power…”

“C’mon Stevie,” Eddie chuckled and tugged him towards the living room. “Might as well make good use of the candles and rose petals.”

Part Six!

[sadiecoocoo]

The Little Things - JLU fanfiction

Relationships - John Stewart & Wally West, Shayera Hol & John Stewart, Shayera Hol & Wally West, Shayera Hol/John Stewart

Tags - Slice of Life, Hurt/Comfort, Family Bonding, Whump, Humor, Fluff, Platonic Cuddling, Wally West is The Flash, Wally West Needs a Hug, Wally West-centric, Hurt Wally West, POV Wally West, Protective John, Protective Shayera Hol, Wally West has ADHD

Summary - Wally overlooks the little things often, always focusing on the bigger picture than the finer details. so, of course, he wouldn't think much of a little tingling in his leg… until it evolves into a full blown cramp in the middle of a movie night with John and Shayera

Word Count - 1,537

Read on AO3

Notes: I got the worst cramp of my life today and needed to project, so I got this done before the feeling would go away :) please enjoy your tiny bit of Wally whump <3

One thing that Wally had learned as a hero was that the littlest of things could turn out to be some of the biggest problems later on. You let one perp get away, the next day he’s set up a bomb in City Hall. You tell the first person you see when you find out about a mind controlling snake rock thingy, they end up being the one controlled at the moment and end up almost getting rid of you and blowing up the sun. You skip a meal before an outer space mission, you’re starving with no edible food for humans in sight after the Javelin crashes.

He was always one of the heroes that looked out for the little guys. Hell, his villains could be categorized as “little” compared to the psychos Bats and Superman had to face on a daily basis.

But looking out for the little things was very different than paying attention to details. With his attention span, they might as well only exist to bite him the butt later. Sometimes he didn’t understand how he became a forensic scientist, let alone one of CCPD’s best. He wasn’t even sure how he managed to be a mechanic for a bit.

Wally overlooked things a lot, but usually he didn’t need to worry about that as much when he was with the League. They had learned to not let anyone get away unless they had a plan or really couldn’t get to them. They had learned to be more cautious when mind control was the weekly event. They had learned to always keep an enhanced protein bar or two for Wally.

Too bad Wally didn’t entirely learn how to figure out the little things going on with himself.

He was in the rec-room with John and Shayera. All the others were doing whatever either in their home cities or actually doing work in the watchtower. Which, he guessed he was really the only one that came up here for any reason other than work.

Anyway, Wally was currently enjoying a bit of chocolate (with sea salt, one of his favorites!) while beating John at an old fighter game. He had opted for Mario Kart, but was quickly outvoted by both of the others. It’s not like his superspeed would transfer to his character, just while pressing the buttons and his reaction time!

He still reveled in John's muttering and grumbles about losing, denying the accusations that he was losing his powers. He couldn’t really stop using his powers though, even at the CCPD he wrote inhumanly fast.

A pixelated flame covered the screen after Wally landed one more hit on John’s character. The blaring bright words of GAME OVER only made him feel even more smug. He flashed a shit-eating grin to GL.

The Lantern pinched his shoulder in response, rolling his eyes. Then, as per their rules in any of their hangouts, gave Wally another chocolate. Shayera laughed lightly and bumped his other shoulder.

“Alright, it’s my turn!” She declared, reaching over Wally to snatch John’s controller.

“Oh come on, at least let me beat him once.” John urged. He was getting restless (which wasn’t that weird? John being the restless one in the same room as the two most hot-headed members of the league [don’t tell Shay]).

“You’re just a sore loser.” Wally teased, leaning his head on John’s shoulder mockingly. The Lantern pushed him off with an eye roll and unintelligible grumble. He fell into Shayera’s shoulder and laughed.

“We’ll see who’s talking after I’m done with you.” Shayera said, or rather, threatened. He stuck out his chocolate covered tongue and she scrunched up her nose and rolled her eyes.

For another hour or so, the group continued to switch off on who played against who. Then, after Shayera ended up winning the most rounds (which he totally wasn’t butthurt about, shut up John), they moved on to a basic shooter game.

Wally picked his favorite character, which to anyone else would be a surprise as to who that was, a stealth character! Bats would blow a gasket if he ever found out. But, what could he say, she had a speed boost while in stealth mode. The others picked their respective characters, then they fought a couple rounds against different teams.

Another hour and a half passed, all the chocolate was gone and now replaced by three large bowls of popcorn, two of which were for Wally. 

There was some cheesy horror movie on the TV that even Flash thought was bad. But, John had recommended it, so he thought he might as well try it. He sat there and made fun of it with his friends.

It was well into the Watchtower’s simulated night cycle by the time it was done. Every room and hallway was dark, and the only sign of life were the three of them. Wally leaned back against the couch as he let out a wide yawn.

“I think it’s about time to head home.” John said, covering his mouth as he yawned too. Sometimes Wally wondered if those things were contagious, like they set off a chain reaction. He should look that up sometime.

Wally was a tiny bit sad to end their night just hanging out, but even speedsters needed to sleep once in a while. He hummed a quiet agreement and stretched out his legs before he got up.

As he stood, a small tingly feeling creeped up his legs. He frowned and blinked several times at the feeling. It was weird, but probably nothing. He had been sitting down in the same spot for a while.

“Well, it was a good one,” Shayera said, wrapping an arm around Wally’s shoulder, “too bad I won most of the chocolate though.” She teased smugly. The speedster rolled his eyes. Hawkgirl had given him a lot of the chocolates she had won anyway.

He let out a small sigh, then started towards the door.

A second later, he was holding himself up from the armrest on the couch and taking gasping breaths.

“Wally?” John asked, turning back and rushing towards the speedster. He only had the mind to let out a small groan, more so a whimper, really. “Hey, what’s going on, kid?” John leaned down to grab Wally’s shoulders as his legs gave out.

Shit fuck shit shit! His leg felt like it was locked into place. He didn’t think he could move it without sparks of pain making it feel like it was burning. He placed his hands on his leg and started to rub it.

“Cramp.” He forced out, his eyes already watering. And, wow, wasn’t that embarrassing?

Shayera sat down on the floor next to the two, rubbing circles on Flash’s back. He leaned his head forward and rested it on John’s chest. He tried to move his leg, curling it forward, but the combination of the searing pain and John’s hand on his knee stopped him.

“Stretch it out, it’ll help.” He urged. Wally didn’t think it would help when it only increased the pain and made him want to cry more than he already was. Either way, John forced it down (rude) and massaged it as best he could (less rude, but still).

Slowly, disgustingly slow for Wally’s standards, the pain started to subside. It was still there, but it was better. Wally let out another gasp and whimper. John brought him into a hug, then Shayera surrounded them both with her arms and then her wings.

“That’s never happened before.” Wally mumbled, closing his eyes tightly as the pain flared up again for a moment.

“You probably just sat still for too long.” Shayera offered. She drew back her wings as Wally leaned back and away from the hug.

“That’s never happened before either.” He added, a pouty lip protruding.

“Just try to keep stretching it for a bit. We can stay longer, there aren’t any emergencies.” John said. Wally smiled at him. Sometimes he couldn’t tell if John was his best friend or his older brother figure. He guessed he could be both.

“Come on,” Shay said, hoisting Wally up into her arms. He made a small squeak at the sudden movement, then he was plopped down on the couch again, and John and Shayera both sat beside him again.

“I don’t think you have to do all this.” Flash muttered under his breath, because he had no idea how to say thanks for sitting with me while I just fought for my life against a leg cramp of all things.

“Well, we can just leave.” Hawkgirl drawled, moving as if she would get up. Flash quickly, though somewhat slowly for him, grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.

“No, that's fine.” He insisted, holding onto her wrist. She smiled, shook him off, then threw her arm around his shoulders and brought him into a half-hug. He leaned against her shoulder with a hum.

“Thanks.” He mumbled, still a little embarrassed. John lightly bumped his shoulder before moving a bit closer to him.

“Anytime Hotshot.” he assured.

Wally may never see all the little things, but his family always would catch what he missed.

End Notes: I actually looked up the yawning thing, and yes, it is contagious. if you see, hear, or think about someone yawning, you yawn too. people actually yawn to cool down their brains which wasn't explained very well in the article so I don't fully understand that. also your eyes water when you yawn because it strains your face muscles and affects your tear ducts! anyway, wally whump and family bonding! also this is sort of an au where the three of them shared their secret IDs with each other before the others, so they both know Wally is Flash, and Wally and John know Shayera is Hawkgirl's real name.

Also I definitely go between seeing John as Wally’s father figure or his older brother, or just his bestie. But I thought brother would work best in this situation (also if John isn’t Wally’s dad Bruce 100% is imo)

I appreciate any comments and kudos, and I hope you all have a lovely day <3

[karoiseka]

🦃 For Karoiseka O’dayla  and the Scion Twins

🕊️ For Kar'azem and Hades

🦃 Having a Meal Together/ Holiday / Meeting Family with the twins. 

((I already answered the other one last week, but here's the other for Free Day 2 for the FFXIVWrite2023! Endwalker spoilers, but very vague. lol))

Karo glanced at the steaming cauldron of stew in front of her, then back over to Ameliance, and again back to the pot.  She couldn’t very well tell Mme Leveilleur no at this point, but she wasn’t honestly sure how well it would transport, teleporting all the way to Garlemald.  That didn't mean she wasn't going to try at least–after all she agreed with the idea, and hopefully everything would make it there, and edible. 

Her pockets were lined for some extra special treats for the twins and "their new friend Jullus". Karo wondered what his reaction would be to the motherly gesture, and hoped it would be positive at least.

Gripping the large handle on the pot, protected with a layer of towels, Karo concentrated and thought on the makeshift aetheryte in Tertium.  The strangeness of the bite of cold from between and the sensation not fading away when arriving in the far North would never cease to amaze her.  Nor did the way she was being greeted as she popped into view. 

There was still such a wide range of reactions to her arrival–from the twins delighted cries as they rushed over to greet her, the pretend indifference by those that were starting to look forward to whatever aid she could bring this time, to those that still held (for good reason) the deepest of grudges.  

The trio of white and blue were already by her side, peering at the large cauldron she had brought with her–steam starting to curl off the cast iron. 

"Is that from home?!" Alisaise was examining the crest on the lid, even as her eyes half shut in bliss taking in the scent of the stew. 

"I smell Mother's hand in this," Alphinaud was smiling, his tone one of fond exasperation. 

"And you would be right," Karo stretched, placing the protective towels over the lid to help keep whatever heat in that she could. 

"Fresh from your mother's kitchen, for all that desire.  Please, dig in while it's hot!" Karo placed the pack full of soft bread rolls on the ground next to the pot, letting the word pass through the train station of the fresh and hot food.  Motioning with her head, she was able to pull the twins and Jullus away from the growing crowd, pulling out the carefully wrapped treats for the three of them.

"And this is of course directly for you.  Nothing any fancier, just a little more of a childhood treat from what I was told," delighted cries came from the younger two, as Jullus peered at the sampling that he had gotten, a grand attempt at keeping his face impassive while failing miserably.  Karo knew that expression well, for the twins spoke almost nothing at all of their home and parents, however, she had found out herself just how much the two of them write home, reams of paper filled with details to worried parents, soaking up every word.  The  Garlemald lad was bright, he understood that the extra special packet was because he had been mentioned, and mentioned favorably at that.

Karo leaned over with a conspiratorial smile at his dumbfoundedness.

"Don't worry, they did that to me too–" a smile and weak laugh from the young man, and he dug in, grateful for the treat, a new type of family forming.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S FATE - CHAPTER 14

*Warning: Adult Content*   

"So, it's a sort of family tradition, then?" Skylar West asks, rinsing the soapy dish Martin Hunter hands him and setting it in the rack to dry. Martin nods. 

"Basically. We get together, have a big meal, a bonfire, drinks, for the adults, obviously, music, games. That sort of thing."

"Like vikings?"

Martin glances at Skylar, wondering where he gets his information. 

"Sure, like vikings."

Skylar laughs. 

"I love it. And I'm invited?"

"Obviously. That's why..." 

Martin glances down at the soapy water, feeling oddly shy, like he’s back in high school trying ‘and failing’ to ask Parker Raine to go out with him. 

"That's why I brought it up."

By a stroke of luck, Martin’s children, Flora and Miguel Hunter's twelfth birthday just happens to fall close enough to the full moon for Flora's Shifting celebration to double as a birthday party. 

It may or may not serve as Miguel's Shifting celebration, too. 

While girls mature a little faster than boys, twins or triplets tend to stick together. 

Travis, Noah and Martin Shifted at thirteen. 

Travis was the only one of them who'd been truly ready but Noah and Martin would have rather eaten dog food than be left behind. 

Whether Miguel will feel likewise compelled remains to be seen.

"I'm honored you asked," Skylar says. 

His careful tone makes Martin think there's a 'but' coming and he flinches. 

"It's fine if you can't come," Martin adds, quickly. 

"I just thought..." 

"What time?"

Martin looks over at Skylar and finds him watching him with a kind, if amused, smile.

"What?"

"I said 'what time?' I'd love to come."

"You... would?"

“Absolutely. Flora and Miguel are wonderful young people with promising futures. Of course I'd love to celebrate that."

"Oh," Martin replies. 

He lowers his gaze again as he fishes for the next dish in the soapy water but the sink is empty. 

He glances at the drying rack and sees that it's full. 

Time flies when you're agonizing over what to say next. 

"Thanks. I mean... I hope you can make it. Flora and Miguel, all the kids, actually, they respect you a lot."

"And like me, too, I hope," Skylar asks, laughing. 

Martin turns away, just in case the warmth in his face looks like a blush, which it's definitely not.

"They love you," Martin says, as he wipes down the countertops with a rag. 

"I mean, they love having you here. It's a positive change."

When Skylar doesn't reply in a reasonable amount of time, Martin turns and finds him watching him keenly.

"And what about you?" Skylar asks. 

"You always put the kids first but your feelings matter, too. Do you mind having me here?"

Martin turns away again and resumes polishing the counters, which are already clean. 

"Not at all. You're saving my butt."

"Saving it for myself, maybe."

Martin inhales some spit and chokes, something he seems at risk of doing quite often in Skylar's presence. 

Martin hears the sink running as he coughs and turns to find Skylar holding out a glass of water for him. 

He takes it, manages to down it in a gulp without dying and blinks at him through watering eyes.

"What?"

Skylar frowns. 

"I simply mean that if I'm saving your butt, my motives are selfish. This arrangement benefits me as much as it does you."

"Oh," Martin answers, not knowing what else to say.

Martin: ‘I swear this man will be the death of me. 

It doesn't help I find him increasingly attractive the more time we spend together and not just physically.  

Sure, Skylar West has a perfect body and a face that would make Greek Gods jealous but he's also kind and charming and interesting, too. 

He's perfect, definitely too perfect for someone like me and it's dangerous to even imagine otherwise. 

Which I may have been doing off and on, now and then, whenever Skylar’s weirdly ambiguous words put strange thoughts into my brain.’

"So, this celebration," Skylar says, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter as he watches Martin catch his breath. 

"Is it a formal occasion? Should I bring a gift?"

Grateful for the redirection, Martin shakes his head. 

"It's just a family gathering, really. Nothing formal."

"Wonderful," Skylar says, smiling as his eyes meet Martin’s. 

"I look forward to it."

                                                          ⁂

Aside from hoping Flora ‘and maybe Miguel’ have a wonderful ‘Shifting  Celebration’ Martin is not looking forward to it at all. 

Inviting everyone had been hard enough, despite having given in to his cowardly impulses and contacted most of his family through email or text, rather than by phone. 

The only person he'd called directly was his mother, who had sounded almost painfully happy to hear from him and broke down in tears when Martin gave her the good news. 

Everyone could come, some putting their own lives and important plans on hold just for the sake of it. 

To combat Martin’s guilt, he had to remind myself that they weren't doing it for him but for Flora. 

It would be held at Dane's house and Martin had specified that 'mixed-company' was welcome, meaning not all attendees were privy to the knowledge they feasted alongside Wolves and that non-Wolf guests were welcome, at least for the first phase of the celebration. 

They would gather in the afternoon, eat, drink and make merry until sunset and enjoy a grand feast. 

Later still, after the uninitiated had gone home, Flora would Shift and they would celebrate as Wolves. 

The kids grow more excited with each passing day and Martin’s dread grows proportionally, so that by the morning of the celebration, a fine October Saturday, they're jumping with joy and Martin is jumping out of his skin at the slightest provocation.

"Need any help?" Skylar's voice at Martin’s back startles him and the icing-laden cookie he’s transferring to a plate flies out of his hands and lands icing-side-down on the floor.

"Daddy." Nico wails in protest. 

"You ruined it."

The cookies are Nico and Rio's contribution to the feast and Martin in the middle of helping them prepare the treats for transport.

"Sorry, sorry," Martin apologizes, scooping up the unfortunate cookie and grimacing at the little sample of floor detritus embedded in the sugary topping. 

Oh, great. Time to vacuum yet again.

"It's okay. This one will be mine. I'll save it for later, and there'll still be plenty for everyone."

Nico crosses his arms and huffs, on the verge of irrational tears, when Skylar comes to the rescue.

"Why, these are beautiful." he says, leaning over to admire the cookies. "Works of edible art. Did you get them from a French bakery?"

Skylar winks at Martin over the top of Nico and Rio's heads. 

The cookies look like exactly what they are, cookies baked and decorated by a pair of seven-year-old boys. 

Rio Hunter giggles. 

"No, silly Mister Sky. We made them."

"No! Really?"

"Really," Nico insists, tears and the dropped cookie forgotten. 

Martin steps back, happy to let Skylar work his charms and watches as he deftly configures the cookies on the covered plate. 

Minutes later, Nico and Rio dash away, off to their next game and hopefully to burn off the sugar high before they leave for the party. 

Apparently, the making of icing required a lot of taste tests.

"You seem on edge," Skylar says as he helps Martin carry the cookies, a case of sparkling cider and a bowl of potato salad vegetarian, for his brother Monty out to his van. 

"Do you not get on well with your family?"

Martin winces. 

"No. We're all fairly close but... Well, there were some... difficulties surrounding the separation with my wife and I wasn't my best self."

"Ah. They haven't forgiven you?"

"No, no. They have. It's just that they want me to move on and I... I guess I'm not ready."

"Romantically?"

Martin looks up at Skylar, a denial on his lips but he nods, instead. He can't exactly explain the whole Mate-bond issue without outing himself and/or convincing the young art teacher, that he’s crazy. 

"Yeah. Pretty much. They just want me to be happy."

"I see. I can't wait to meet them all."

Martin checks his watch and feels his heart speed up, fueled by high octane anxiety.

"No time like the present," Martin says. 

"Let's get the kids ready, and we'll go."

"Yes. Let's," Skylar agrees, smiling. 

Martin gives himself a mental kick. 

He'd included Skylar so naturally, maybe he’s the one who needs to be careful not to get used to having him around. 

Some minutes later, Flora, Nico and Rio dash downstairs and out to Skylar's van. 

Miguel descends at a slower, more reluctant pace, looking about as enthusiastic for the whole thing as his father feels. 

Guessing the reason, Martin pulls him aside.

"Hey, mijo. Have you made up your mind?"

Miguel shrugs half-heartedly. 

Martin wraps his son in a one-armed hug and kisses the top of his head, his other hand holding a bag of overnight things for the kids. 

"You know I'm with you, whatever you decide. Just go with your heart, okay? If you're ready, you're ready. If not, you'll get your own Shifting Celebration."

Miguel Hunter nods sullenly but appears to cheer up a little, nonetheless. 

The ride to Dane and Julian's place passes quickly and they arrive to see two huge, pavilion-style tents erected in the meadow outside the little cottage, one with an outdoor kitchen, grill and long tables and the other enclosed by cloth walls, probably a place for those staying the night to sleep and change. 

Milling about beneath the open tent are Martin’s parents, his siblings and his sibling's mates, children and friends, close to thirty people, including them.

"Which ones are you related to?" Skylar asks, eyeing the crowd with raised brows.

"Most of them," Martin says, laughing. 

"That's my mom and dad, Astrid and Joseph Hunter and my brothers Dane and Monty. The two by the grill are my fellow triplets, Travis and Noah and those are my sisters Freya, Sasha and Ingrid over there." 

Martin points out each in turn and grimaces as he sees that they've been spotted. 

While the kids rush to greet their uncles, aunts and cousins, Martin feels as if each step is weighted with lead as Skylar and he walk towards the gathering. 

Setting the potato salad among the many other dishes covering the tables, he force himself to smile and greets everyone. 

The smiles on the faces surrounding him are genuine and he begins to relax but when Martin’s father pulls him into a warm, wordless embrace, something inside him breaks a little.

Martin: ‘He's a good, kind man and the kind of father I strive to be. 

Without speaking, he speaks volumes, telling me exactly what he wants me to hear, above all, that he loves me. 

I'm desperate for that love but it's a gift I don't deserve.’

Joseph Hunter releases his son and wipes his eyes. 

He looks older than when Martin saw him last and his hands shake a little.

"It's good to see you, Martin," he says, taking a deep breath and smiling before turning to Skylar. 

"And who is this strapping young man? Won't you introduce me?"

"Dad, this is Skylar West," Martin says. 

"He teaches art at the kids' school. Skylar, this is my father, Joseph Hunter."

Skylar shakes Martin’s father's hand. 

"A pleasure to meet you, sir. And please," he adds. 

"Call me Sky."

Then Skylar West reaches over and slips his arm around Martin Hunter’s slim waist. 

A ring of familiar faces express varying levels of surprise but none come even close to matching the shock and ‘no doubt clearly visible’ on Martin’s own face.

[windmaedchen-oceanhorn]

Okay, I've got a few sketches and with them, it's time for some headcanons! 💕

I think Mesmeroth's childhood wasn't the best in family terms, but he's not a kid to easily get very sad or be hopeless. He's been very patient even back then and thought he'd just have to wait until he's older for things to be different.

He lost his mother through unfortunate events (but only learned that later from Corbin, when he was much older) when he was around 8 or 9

His father was around but after the death of his wife, he turned to drink and in the end, drove his kid out of the house and onto the streets. Just too much shouting or being kicked out of the house anyway. His dad dies soon after he leaves for the White City, too. Mesmeroth doesn't miss him.

So he moved into his self-made shack behind his house full-time.

Mesmeroth is rather interested in knowledge and books and would rather read in peace than go play with the other kids. He sometimes asks to or has played with them, but somehow he's a bit on the socially awkward side and couldn't quite connect to them.

He always built things and through books found out that robots can be imbued with a soul artificially through magic. He felt magically inclined anyway and tried to make himself a robot friend, failing constantly. They'd just went rogue sooner or later and had to be destroyed by the one knight in town keeping up the peace within, Pierre Corbin (not yet granted the honours title of his family).

This caused his social connections to weaken more, as the kids didn't want to play with him any longer. One more reason for him to run around the woods and caves, sinking deep into history and technology.

Kids had to go to school. Meth often doesn't enjoy school, because the teachers could, way too often, NOT answer his questions, so he thought it was pointless to go. He mostly goes because he gets free school lunch there (because he's so poor, but he isn't the only one so considers it kinda normal). When he doesn't show up, it is often Corbin who goes to fetch him.

Pierre Corbin became a knight trained mostly in Faroah and then was stationed there as well. Since there aren't any (many) enemies to defend the place from, he focuses on simply being a peacekeeper. He would be called on when there are problems in the pub, he'd get drunkards into the cell till the next morning, and he would help out with all sorts of stuff like people being stuck on their roofs because the ladder fell, or kittens in trees, or rogue robots (usually Meth's fault), or kids that don't go to school and so on and so forth... and Corbin LOVES IT. 😆

Meth studies much on his own, and he usually scores 100% on his exams at school. He wouldn't get good participation or attitude grades, though, because he can be a bit snobby about his superior knowledge and be rude about other people's ignorance. This continues even after he comes to the Twin Towers. He sure is only begrudgingly granted the title Warlock as the youngest candidate ever. 😆

When Mesmeroth is around 10, Corbin loses his wife and child during childbirth. Meth gifts him a little keepsake of his: an adjusted radio, that would replay a recorded lullaby from his mother. He thinks he is now old enough to not cry anymore when he misses her and believes it would help Corbin as much as it did help him to deal with the loss. Of course, it wouldn't really, but it did cause one change: Corbin, who has always been an enthusiastic cook, invites Meth over every single evening to dine with him. That way, Corbin isn't alone and can still cook for two, and Meth also gets a proper dinner and not just the scrap left overs from his dad's meal. And so, the two begin to form a close relationship.

Meth had discovered the tunnels and the Beacon remains for years, but at some point when he was 13, the weather blocked a path back outside. So he needed to call for help and thus the ruins were reported to Archimedes.

Calliope and Meth meet. He reminds her of Archimedes, sharing the same passion for literature and knowledge and all new ideas and questions about life and existence. She enjoys it, too, and they have some great conversations while the examination of the tunnels continues.

Excited Meth shows Calliope his recently completed servant robot Gen. She absolutely loves him and so proceeds to introduce Meth to Archimedes and Master Mayfair.

Archimedes shows admiration for Meth's skills... but remains reserved in going into full and open discussions about things. Much to Mesmeroth's disappointment for he admires Archimedes a lot. Instead, he continues to actually converse with Calliope, always hoping through her, he'd still find some connection to the Grand Regent. (Of course, he really likes her but he still hopes that somehow through her he could connect with Archimedes, it's his dream to work with him on cool technology and stuff!)

Through Calliope and Master Mayfair he learns more about making a career as a knight or mage (his preferred discipline would be the warlock one (which I think describes the focus of a mage in warfare rather than academic or medical interests)) and it is only a few months later, that he does begin his studies at the Mages Guild.

Of course, when Pierre is stationed in the White City soon after (I think it is possible that he missed Mesmeroth so much that he asked to be moved xD) he drags Meth out into the pubs and social life of the White City, with varying success. He's really looking after the kid. So naturally, when Mesmeroth graduates as the youngest warlock he's so proud that really the whole city knows about it. xD

Losing Corbin during the fight with Shadowmaga hits Mesmeroth hard. It was desperation that made him hold on to his soul. Meth could see that Corbin's soul inhabited the robot, but during the few days when Meth still remained with the army, no matter how often he talked to Gen, there was no reaction. Still, he could not bring himself to let Corbin's soul go free. It took him 20 years of distancing himself AND the need of Gen as a servant, to be able to finally let Corbin die.

I even think Gen and Mesmeroth may have had the opportunity to discuss this beforehand. I may or may not get back to this situation in form of a comic.

And that's it for now! xD