#SOBBING IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE WE'VE LAST SEEN HIM

[alhaith4ms]

now i really have to catch up on the jjk manga !!!

[arpicityandneed]

Imagine being Loki and Thor's sister, very sheltered and destined to one day be sent away from Asgard for a political marriage of some sort. They've both always been a little miffed about this arrangement, but they cope by taking all of your 'firsts' before you go.

18+ Dark Content. big brother!Loki, big brother!Thor. tw incest, creampie, dirty talk, spit roast. Cuckolding.

You grew up to be the most delicate flower the kingdom had ever seen, beautiful, kind, sheltered, and protected by the royal guard and your brothers until you were dependent upon them for everything.

They didn't mind.

Thor would stop mid feast if you needed him to read you a bedtime story, and Loki used every ounce of magic he had to make illusions that made you giggle and laugh.

But the threat of your marriage hung over all over heads like a death sentence. Especially once they learned you'd be leaving Asgard for good once you were married.

"Father, you must reconsider. How is she to exist outside these walls without us, married to a brute?" Thor argued to the AllFather while you slept soundly a few nights before you were to be sent off. Your new husband had made no effort to hide that he only saw you as a way to have heirs from a powerful bloodline.

"Their family has old blood Thor, old enough even our family recognizes it. It is a good allyship and that's final." Odin stared down his son ominously, and Thor felt his blood boil.

"If I may, Father, at least allow us to escort her to her new home. Give her some comfort at least." Loki spoke quickly, knowing if he didn't there would be another eye lost and not from his father's face.

Odin considered, for a moment before nodding tightly.

"But this is the last I am to here of this matter."

~

"I don't want to go. I want to stay with you. I wish I were marrying you and Loki instead." You wailed, fully sobbing as your brothers held you close after telling you what your father had said.

"Don't cry, little one. Please don't cry," Thor begged as he rocked you.

"It'll be alright sister, I have my magic. No one will keep us from you no matter how far apart." Loki tried to convince you but it just made you cry harder, clinging to his hand as Thor cradled you against his broad chest.

"No, b-because he'll own me. I'll be h-his and he'll get to make me b-bear his children..." Thor's jaw clenched and he looked to Loki quietly. It was easy enough for Loki to guess his brother's thoughts after hundreds of years, but for once Loki was in complete agreement.

"What if we put a child in your belly first?" Loki murmured as he brushed his thumb over your knuckles. For the first time since they'd told your about Odin's words your crying died down a little.

"Really? You'd do that for me?" You looked between the two of them with wide hopeful eyes, squeezing Loki's hand tight.

"Of course we would. Your ours, always have been and always will be." Thor's deep voice was gentle but completely serious. You wiped your tears, sitting up a bit taller.

"I'd much rather have your babies than his. I love you both, so very much." It was simply the truth, one the three of you all knew.

"Then let us show you how much we love you, sister."

~

The hours had blurred. What had started with gentle kisses and soft touched had long since devolved in hazy, animalistic sex.

"Another." Thor's massive hand slapped down on the fat of your ass, his cock pounding into your gushing insides relentlessly. Loki was groaning as you practiced deep throating him for the second time that night.

"Good technique. I think dear sister, fuck that's good, we've made you into a whore." Loki sounded pleased, Thor only growled in warning. They'd had this argument several times as the night wore on.

"Am I too lewd brother?" You'd asked when you'd demanded they teach you how to make them cum with your mouth so they could use you at the same time.

"Not at all, I quite like knowing you have some whorishness in you. Just needed to be nurtured." Loki purred as he kissed you, deeper than before. You heard a loud CRACK! and looked up to find Thor breaking the arm of the chair he'd been resting in.

"If that man touches you like we have I'm killing him. Allyship, war, all of it be damned. If he touches you I'm burning his kingdom to the ground." It wasn't a bellow like his normal good natured threats, this was quiet and deadly serious.

"Yes, yes. Only for us. Or Thor will kill your future husband." Loki laughed as he tugged on your hair forcing you down the last few inches until your nose was buried in his pubes. When you merely blinked up at him all pretty and wet eyed he barely got out a warning before he was coming down your throat.

You gasped for air when your brother released you. You'd lost count of how many loads you'd taken from them both, but each one made you feel greedier. You wanted to drown from the inside until you were marked irrevocably and their claim on you was undeniable.

"Breathe love, Thor give her space-" Loki combed your hair away from your face, trying to look in your eyes and check that you're okay.

"No!" You moaned as you fucked yourself back on your brother's girth shamelessly. "M-more, don't want to stop. Not till it t-takes. Please? Please please please," You begged shamelessly as Thor groaned and fucked you through his orgasm, each spurt squelching out around his cock onto the drenched sheets.

"Shh love, you know how Loki worries. We won't stop until you're with child. We promised didn't we?" Thor kissed your shoulder as he reached around to tease your clit, his fingers growing slick the more he played with your nub. "Because the only children you'll be having are ours."

"Even-"

"Even after you're married to that oaf, you'll still be good for us won't you?" Loki placed two fingers under your chin to make you look at him, your eyes glazed over and adoring.

"Yes."

[notnights]

I think abt Jax abstracting while Gangle doesn’t ( or Jax abstracting before her ) very often

Gangle is very conflicted bc like she should be somewhat happy/relived right? Jax treated her and everyone else awfully!

But she can’t help but feel awful about it. Especially because the last time she saw him before he abstracted Gangle could tell something was off as he was.. well not *nice* but he was less mean.

She tried to ask him if something was going on but he either snapped or brushed her off ( Gangle wonders if maybe if she pressed him harder he’d still be here )

There’s also the elephant in the room regarding his funeral. I can imagine there was a hefty debate on if Jax even *deserves* a funeral, in the end the funeral did happen but it was awkward and short.

This is a really great concept!

When you lose someone who's important to you but who has been awful to you is really conflicting. Even if we say Gangle hates Jax, Jax has been a constant in her life. He was there since she arrived. A part of her world is gone now even if that part was awful.

She would feel both relived and sad. And then feel guilt for feeling relived (because he was lost how could one think something like that when someone "died"), and/or feel guilt over being sad (because he was awful, why should she mourn him).

And then if we add the idea they are somewhat friends, Jax being the one that really communicates the most to her (from what we've seen so far), or even controls her, that's a big loss. She is free now, but with that comes the conflict of what does she do now? She's been following Jax's lead so long, what happens now? Feels a little lost without him. And if he was really one the only sources that really hang out and kept her company, god she'd just feel so lonely. That one constant again. Gone.

The emotional conflicts of losing an abusive loved one is very interesting to me. I always really liked that scene in Tangled when Mother Gothel falls to her death and Rapunzel actually reaches out for her. Because despite everything Gothel put her through and kept her from, she still raised her.

Anyways that tidbit is a bit of derail but just... always an interesting aspect in these kind of relationships that don't really get talked about. And it's perfectly fine to feel these ways too... understanding and knowing what they were doing to you was wrong, even never forgiven them for it. But still mourning their loss. It feels bad, conflicting, guilty but that's okay, emotions are funny like that.

Gangle dealing with that would be so interesting and sad. Worse if we add the idea she actually does care about him someway. Considers him a friend, or loves him, etc.

Worse if she knew Jax cared about her in someway too. Involving that "if she pressed, he'd still be here" idea. Jax always kept her as company, making her realize she was really the only one that could have noticed, could have helped. Even if it was just as his victim or lackey. Feels guilty that even if she's just the one that was always standing closest to him, she out of everyone should've noticed something, right? If she was something, anything, to Jax, she feels it was her responsibility to help. That eats her up even if being "something," to Jax wouldn't have changed anything.

Then at the end of this, Jax's funeral is depressing. Not for the same reasons as many others though. They don't hesitate to do it, they know they have to, Jax was still a person lost. But they didn't think that far into it, as no one really knows what to say about him. Ragatha steps up and tries to talk about him, has trouble with it. Lots of "he--- well!! Ah, Jax was..." that really ends with nothing said at all. Maybe Zooble says they'll miss him being a thorn at their side, as they can't find anything kinder to say.

Maybe Gangle decides to say something, if they were "friends," maybe she does have some interesting things to say. Maybe she just ends up standing up there and crying and sobbing in front of everybody because really what can she say? What can she do? Nobody liked him, not even she liked him, and yet she's here crying so hard she can't speak over him.

[cheeseplants]

The Ecstasy of Eden: Chapter six

The Last Day

We've reached the fifth time they use sex pollen!

CW/TW/Tags: Sex pollen, The Last Judgement, The End Times, The Rapture, Sorry Humans, It’ll be alright in the end, and if it’s not alright it’s not the end, Resolved sexual and romantic tension

Summary

It's the end of the world as we know it, and their last chance on Earth together.

Excerpt

“Tea?” Aziraphale managed, as what other way was there to deal with the impending end of everything? He had always felt rather English after-all.

Crowley shrugged, his head deep in the heavy tome. Aziraphale got up anyway, needing something to do. He wandered through the shop, his hands dusting along the covers of books, finally making tea and rummaging around for a bottle of wine for Crowley. Might as well open the best, they weren’t going to age any longer.

He held the cup of tea, and a thin stemmed wine glass between his fingertips, as he balanced the wine on his elbow. The plan was to place the bottle wordlessly next to Crowley, as he often did these days. Crowley would give little acknowledgment until the night was over and only a few drops were left in the bottle.

Their meanderings into the night were less fun than they used to be, mainly scouring books while Aziraphale gave detailed accounts of Upstairs as Crowley furiously paced around the shop. These small touches brought him closer to what they once had, he had that at least.

“Aziraphale!” The scream ripped through him like lightning. He pulled out of his daze, and saw Crowley hovering in the air, his hands gripping the bookshop sofa, the Bible lying half open on the floor.

“Help me.” Crowley’s face was ashen white, his glasses had toppled onto the floor, and he realised in their 6,000 years together he had rarely seen Crowley’s eyes blaze with such terror.

The teacup, wine, and glass came crashing down, leaving rivers of brown and red liquid running along his carpet. He lunged towards Crowley, his heart banging hard in his chest, he grasped at his shirt, yanking him down in one fell swoop. Crowley’s toes floated and scraped the floorboards. He wrapped his arms around Crowley’s chest and squeezed him tight.

“Ngk.”

It had been so long since they touched. Crowley’s ribs dug into Aziraphale's chest, and his hands grasped at the stiff white fabric of his suit. A heavy thick musk, the smell of six thousands years on Earth hit him with full force, Aziraphale cried out a helpless sob.

“Angel, wot is happening?”

“ It’s happening,” Aziraphale’s voice shook. They both turned to the window outside and saw the humans rising off their feet, each one floating towards Heaven. “I thought we’d have more time.”

“I thought I’d go, you know, down there.”

“The Last Judgement. Everyone goes up before they go -,” Aziraphale sighed. “- down. Even the damned.”

“Just my luck to get damned twice.”

“Oh, Crowley,” Aziraphale said. He couldn’t stop himself from burying his head into the crook of Crowley’s shoulder, breathing him in, the smell of him, not just him, but of Earth. The drinks he had, the cologne he wore, the leather from his coat, the wax he used in his hair. All from Earth. His eyes moistened.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into Crowley’s ear. It was his last chance, he let his lips touch Crowley’s cheek, a gentle kiss, nothing like the one they had shared before. Crowley’s fingers pushed into his back, his feet lowered to the ground.

“Wait -” Crowley said, peering down. “Do it again.”

Aziraphale’s brow furrowed.

“Kiss me,” Crowley growled.

“I -”

“Please.”

And he did.

Crowley’s feet slammed onto the hardwood floor, as Aziraphale’s mouth pressed into his. It was quick, uneasy, a short peck, nothing more. They parted breathlessly.

Start here Read Chapter 6 here

Written for the High Sex Pollen Event! Thanks to my lovely betas: @fuzzygoblin and @happynachohologram. We're nearly at the end!

Thanks to: @adverbian, @voluptatiscausa, @malachitegrey again for the High Sex Pollen Event! I'm nearly done, I swear.

@goodomensafterdark

[tikosblogg]

FREE FALL //pt 3

Summary: Roxanne lived her life in foster care, after her parent’s lives were ripped away. Leaving her alone. She’s lost all hope, her will to live…until she meets him.

Warnings: talks of suicide. Depression, anxiety, abuse, mention of death. Please do not read if that triggers you. Smut (eventually) angst.

The rusty metal hinges of the door groaned beneath Noah’s hands as he pushed it open, walking onto the roof. I got here an hour early. Just perched on the edge, gazing at the cityscape. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, casting long shadows across the abandoned hospital.

'Hey,' he spoke softly. 'You alright?' I nodded, my eyes still fixed on the distant skyline. 'Yeah, just watching the world burn.' He chuckled, a little too loud in the stillness. 'That's a bit dramatic, isn't it?' He walked closer, standing right behind me. 'Yeah well… What else is there to do?' I replied, my tone wry. Ever since that day Jamie beat me to a pulp, life there has gotten worse. I didn’t even know it was possible.

He sat beside me, his gaze following the same path as mine. “So what’s new with you.” I asked quietly. We sat silently for a few minutes, until he finally spoke up. 'Well…. I met those guys I told you about. Folio and Jolly?, they're… well, they're different. But good different, you know?' I could hear the relief in his voice. 'Different how?' I asked, finally turning to face him. His face was etched with a weariness that mirrored my own.

'Well I told you they're musicians. And they're crazy talented. We've been jamming, just the three of us, and Nick. and… it's been amazing. I haven't felt this good in ages.' It made my heart happy that he found some sort of happiness in this cruel fucking world. It’ll make it easier when I decide to finally confess to Noah. I came here to talk to Noah about that tonight. My life is just not worth saving. I won’t last two more years.

Ridding my head of those thoughts for the time being, I raised an eyebrow. 'Like, good good? Or just, 'not feeling terrible' good?' I asked with a teasing smile. He hesitated, then smiled. A genuine smile, the kind that reached his eyes. “No, like, really good. The kind of good that makes you feel alive again. You know? Like, the kind of good that makes you want to…well live.” He paused, then added softly, 'It's the first time I haven't felt this… weight, this emptiness, since… Keaton.'

I was quiet for a moment, watching him. Then, a small smile touched my lips. 'That's good, Noah. Really good.' A small amount of jealousy filled my heart, but was overshadowed by the happiness for him. He deserves it. 'Yeah,' Noah breathed, leaning back on his palms. 'It is. Maybe… maybe I'm finally getting better.' The silence between us stretched, filled only by the city's distant hum. As the last sliver of sun dipped below the horizon, I turned to him. His eyes, usually shadowed by sadness, held hope.

'Maybe,' I whispered, 'maybe you are” The wind whipped around us, carrying the city’s scent of exhaust and rain. Noah watched my face, pale and drawn under the harsh fluorescent lights of the abandoned hospital. “How are you doing?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the wind. I looked away, staring at the sprawling cityscape. “Awful,” I whispered, the word heavy with despair.

Noah’s smile faded. He now knew everything about Jamie, my life. He’d seen the bruises, heard the whispers of her discontent, he held me as I sobbed. “Jamie…?” He asked. I could see the pity in his eyes. I just nodded, my eyes brimming with unshed tears. “It’s gotten worse. She’s…she’s…” I choked on the words, the pain evident in my trembling shoulders.

Noah reached out, his hand rubbing my back. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said softly. “You don’t have to talk about it right now if you don’t want to.” “No,” I shook my head, forcing myself to meet his gaze. We agreed to tell each other if one of us couldn’t handle our shit anymore. I have to tell him. I took a deep breath before continuing “I have to be honest with you. I…I don’t want to be here anymore.”

The words hung heavy in the air, a chilling echo of the despair in her voice. Noah was speechless, the weight of my words pressing down on him. He took my hands, his fingers cool against my burning skin. “Roxy,” he began, his voice filled with a desperate urgency. “You’re so strong. You’ve been through so much, you deserve to be happy. I know it’s hard, but you will get through this.” His eyes were sad, and his voice was panicked.

I squeezed his hands, my fingers weak and trembling. “What if i don’t?” I whispered, my voice barely louder than the wind. “What if she ends up killing me? At least this way I can go out on my own terms.” Fresh tears fell from my eyes. Noah looked at me, his gaze unwavering. “I don’t think There's any hope for me, Noah. I'm a lost cause.” My voice was weak, just like the rest of me. He shook his head, pulling me into his chest.

My ear was pressed against his chest so tight, I could hear his heart beating wildly. “Roxanne, please. Don't give up on yourself….” He hesitated before continuing. “Don't give up on me.” I felt my stomach explode with butterflies. Me and Noah have been meeting here for the past 6 months. I can’t lie, and say that I don’t feel something towards him. How could I not? He’s the first person other than Zoey that cares about me. “I don't know, Noah.”

He held me as I continued to just cry. I wanted to stay for him, but what happens when he leaves? He has friends, he has a life. He can do and go wherever he wants when he wants. Eventually he’s gonna want to leave, and who am I to stop him? I still have a whole year, and 6 months before I can get away from Jamie. I just don’t know if it would be worth it. His smooth voice interrupted my thoughts “I know it hurts….but it won’t be forever. I promise.”

We sat for a couple hours that night just talking. “C’mon I’ll walk you home.” We stood up, and he grabbed my hand holding it tight. When we got to the fire escape of my building, he released my hand, pulling me into a tight hug. “I’ll see you next month right?” I pulled away, and nodded my head reluctantly. He gave me a sad smile, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. The third Friday of every month is when we meet up. This upcoming meet up, just so happens to land on my birthday.

Maybe I can last just one more year. I make my way up the escape. The rusty window hinge groaned as I squeezed through, my heart hammering against my ribs. I landed on my mattress with a soft thud, immediately closing the window as quietly as possible. But it was too late. 'Well,' Jamie's voice slithered through the room, a predator savoring its prey. 'If it isn't our little runaway.' I froze, my breath catching in my throat. I slowly turned, my eyes meeting Jamie's, the familiar flicker of cruel amusement dancing in their depths. 'Where were you?' Jamie's voice was deceptively calm, but the clenched jaw and the tightening of her fingers around the worn leather strap of the belt spoke volumes.

'Just…out,' Roxanne stammered, my voice trembling. 'I was…I was-' I couldn’t come up with a single coherent excuse. ‘Don't lie to me,' Jamie snapped, her voice rising a notch. 'Don't you dare try that with me.' She strode towards me, her steps heavy and deliberate, each one a hammer blow against my shrinking heart. 'You think you can sneak out and do whatever you want? You think you're too good for this place?.” She sneered.

Her hand lashed out, the belt stinging across my cheek, leaving behind a burning trail of pain. I flinched, tears welling in my eyes, but I held my ground, trying not to break, not to give her the satisfaction. 'You think you're smarter than me?' Jamie's voice was a hiss, her face contorted in a mask of rage. She swung the belt again, catching me on my bare arm, the impact sending a jolt of agony through my body.

I whimpered, my body jerking with each blow, but I remained silent, my eyes fixed on Jamie's, a silent plea for mercy lost in the whirlwind of fury that enveloped the room. The morning light, filtering through the dusty windowpane, was the first thing Roxanne registered. A dull ache pulsed in her head, and her body felt heavy, like it was filled with lead. She tried to sit up, but a sharp spasm of pain twisted through her back, forcing her back down.

I woke up the next morning, my eyes flicked to the window, the flimsy cotton curtain left askew from last night. Memories flooded back, the cold fear, the searing pain, the guttural rage in Jamie's voice. 'You think you can defy me, girl?' Jamie's voice echoed in my head. 'Sneaking out like some rebellious little…!' Her words were lost in the roar of pain that resonated through my body, a constant reminder of the night before.

A muffled sob escaped my lips. I had to be quiet. I couldn't risk Jamie finding me, weak and vulnerable like this. A familiar feeling of dread settled in my stomach.

Noah’s pov

The air in the cramped rehearsal space was thick with the scent of cigarettes and desperation. I hummed a melancholic tune, my mind miles away. I could almost hear Roxanne's laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. I’ve been chasing that feeling for weeks, ever since our disastrous first meet up. She was beautiful. Not just her appearance, but her soul. She deserves the world, but is stuck in that prison. She had the perfect life, until it was taken from her.

'Yo, Noah, you alright, man?' Nicholas asked, nudging me with his elbow, his face wrinkled in concern. 'You've been out of it since we started rehearsal.' I blinked, startled back to reality. 'Yeah, just... thinking.' I mumbled, glancing at Jolly, who was scrolling through his phone, a frustrated frown marring his face. We sent a demo to one of the many record labels we’ve researched a few weeks ago. We still haven’t heard anything.

'Thinking about that girl?' Nick smirked, his voice a low chuckle. 'Come on, man, you gotta get your head straight. We've got more important things to worry about.' In any other scenario, that would have pissed me off. Roxanne is important. She’s fucking amazing, but I haven’t told him or any of the guys anything about her, other than her name.

Jolly suddenly sat upright, a jolt of excitement in his voice. 'Hold on a sec, guys.' He answered the call, his eyes widening with each passing second. 'No way! Really? You're serious?...' He glanced at me and Nick, his face beaming. 'You guys won't believe this... Sumerian records wants to sign us!' My gaze snapped to Jolly, shock momentarily eclipsing my thoughts of Roxanne. 'What? Are you serious?' My voice was barely a whisper, laced with disbelief. 'Dead serious,' Jolly confirmed, grinning broadly. 'They listened to our demo and loved it. They want to meet us next week. This is it guys!'

Nick jumped to his feet, a whoop of excitement escaping his lips. 'This is insane! We're actually going to do this!!” I looked at everyone, their faces flushed with excitement, the weight of Roxanne momentarily forgotten. Maybe this was our chance, maybe we could finally achieve our dreams. After hours of celebrating with the guys, I finally made my way to my room. Jolly let me move in with him and the guys a couple weeks ago.

I was ecstatic about our band finally being able to take off, but I couldn’t help the guilt about having to leave Roxanne. I know she’ll be happy for me, but I also know her heart will be broken. This is my only chance. This is what me and Keaton worked so hard for before he got sick. He would be so proud of me. He would want me to do this.

[apocalypseornaw]

Secrets

With secrets being hidden between not only Dean and Sam but between yourself and Sam too you're not the only one to feel the divide.

Just a drabble I couldn't get out my head

Sam loved you. That was one thing in his life he was certain of and up until the last few months he'd been sure of that love being reciprocated.

He knew the after effects of the trials had not only taken a lot out of him physically but out of you and Dean as well on a mental aspect. He understood that maybe there'd been some bonding there between you and his older brother but at times he'd started to question if it was bonding or something more.

The pushing point to make his heart threaten to crumble was finding you and Dean in the library. He hadn't said anything, standing back out of sight and not able to hear much. He didn't need to hear it all, what he heard was enough. Dean was holding you in his arms, rubbing your back soothingly "Sweetheart I promise you we will figure it out. You're gonna be ok not matter what I have to do"

He watched as you'd leaned back from Dean's embrace far enough to wipe your eyes and look up at him "I don't know what I'm going to do if Sam finds out. I love him Dean but.." more tears started so Dean pulled you back against his chest "Shh it's ok"

A few days passed since that interaction. You'd barely been at the bunker, gone some days before Sam was even awake. This was one of those days. You'd been gone since about seven that morning or well according to Dean.

"Do you know what's going on with Y/N?" He finally asked Dean as he sat across from him at one of the long tables the library held.

"What ya mean?" Was the response he got along with a glass of bourbon being pushed over to him,as if Dean didn't know exactly what he meant. "She's been gone for days. She barely lets me touch her, when she is with me it seems like she's only halfway there. I feel like I'm losing her and I have no idea what I've done wrong"

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Dean hated hearing the pain in his little brother's voice talking about you but damn he'd promised you to hold this secret on top of the others. The day you'd come to him, holding that little plastic test he felt like his entire world stopped. He'd never thought about how dire the consequences of his decisions could run.

"You're pregnant?" He asked in a low voice. You nodded, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes "Dean it only happened one time without protection but..." "but what?" You'd swallowed twice before the tears started to fall freely "What if it's a nephilim? I mean this with Ezekiel is territory we've never encountered. What if the angel doesn't have to be in the driver's seat for the encounter?"

He pulled you into his arms, rubbing your back in an attempt to soothe you as his own nerves ran rampant. He'd never thought about it. He had no clue if it was possible "Sweetheart I promise you we will figure it out. You're gonna be ok not matter what I have to do"

He would figure it out. No matter what it took. He'd never seen Sam happier than he was with you, not to mention you were basically his best friend. No, they weren't losing you. You leaned back from his embrace far enough to wipe your eyes "I don't know what I'm going to do if Sam finds out. I love him Dean but.."

A sob rippled through your body so he pulled you back into his chest "Shh it's ok"

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Sam knew Dean well enough to spot most of his tells. He was thinking about something, more than likely you. "I'm sure whatever it is she'll talk to you about it when she's ready man. I mean come on, she's a hunter. She was raised under Bobby's foot same as us. She's not the best at talking about her feelings anymore than we are but I know that girl loves you"

Sam nodded slowly, taking a sip of the bourbon. He didn't have concrete proof, no matter what his heart was saying. He couldn't exactly accuse Dean of sleeping with you. He'd never been jealous of Dean, hell his entire life Dean had always taken care of him. Why was it that it seemed as if you were the one thing Dean had chosen to take for himself?

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right" he finally said after a moment trying to ignore the tightness in his chest and the heaviness in the pit of his stomach.

Part 2

[rants-about-opm]

Depression, Coping Methods, and Genos

Right now, I feel like that one gif of Pedro Pascal laughing and then beginning to sob hysterically. Life is kicking my ass.

But speaking of depression, I wanted to do a little thinking about Genos, and his story.

His life has been pretty dark so far. Losing his childhood to the rampaging cyborg, becoming a cyborg himself.

But these aren't really the only big things that have happened to him. They're just the only events he's realized have had an effect on him.

Since then, he's become very closely involved with a man who has trouble reciprocating those emotions. He's been torn apart and rebuilt numerous times, losing bits of his humanity each times as he becomes more and more of a high tech murder machine.

His strength continues to fail him when he needs it most, meanwhile Saitama's time and attention becomes more and more divided on people he hardly sees as worthy of those things. Worst of all, no one seems to understand him, his goals, or his devotion to Saitama. He's often laughed off and ignored by people who are meant to be his peers, and even Saitama has no real interest in Genos' long winded stories.

That brings us around to his coping methods, one of the more prominent of which is his habit of long winded explanations of topics he finds important. His journey to Saitama, Saitama's time travel endeavor, etc. Aside from that, we have his obligatory journaling, his insistence on having a goal to work towards at any given time, and dependence on being able to respond to any given scenario with the calculated and emotionless precision of a machine.

That last one is arguably the most important, because of how it influences the above. Saitama is a very closed off person, and he expects Genos to respect that- which he does!

To his own detriment.

Genos is completely fine with their terms of agreement, but his overly compliant nature means his needs are ultimately ignored. The methods he's developed to express himself and interact with the world in a way that is comfortable for him are seen as nuisances in Saitama's lifestyle.

Ultimately, none of this seems to have much effect on Genos. At least, not in a traditional manner.

But Genos is not traditional, is he? And depression and anxiety can manifest in many forms.

I would argue that Genos' entire relationship with Saitama is one of the few visible effects of the internal havoc at play.

He seeks refuge and guidance under Saitama as an extension of his need to become strong enough to avenge his village. This leads to him suppressing his habits to conform. The problem is that he isn't Saitama, not even close. This is kind of where we see a devolution of Genos' ability to cope, as he descends into a manic state of endless self destructive behavior, enabled by Saitama's baseless encouragement and Kuseno's ability to fix whatever breaks.

Saitama is not a mentally healthy individual. As a result, any attempt to follow in his footsteps is not going to craft a mentally healthy individual. The problem is that both of these two are emotionally constipated. Saitama has lost connection with his emotions and had little desire to reconnect, and Genos works to shed all proof of his humanity.

We've already seen the end result of Saitama reaching his breaking point. I shudder to think of what will happen when Genos inevitably reaches his.

I feel like there's more to say, but this is getting long winded, and my brain is fried. If anybody has any additions or corrections to make though, I'd love to continue this line of thought, and maybe examine some other characters, since everyone in ONE'S work is mentally unstable in some way.

Thanks for reading!

[blucifer08]

rambling about my personal life (positive)

I moved in with my boyfriend in December and every single day I am reminded why I am incredibly lucky to have him. He makes every moment of my life better. He is the most patient and kind person on this planet and I consider myself so lucky to get to be his partner.

I've been going through some mental health issus and lots of really bad mood swings, which isn't uncommon for me, but things at work have been ramping my anxiety and when my anxiety gets bad it seems like the rest of my mental health comes falling like a bunch of dominos knocking into each other. And yet his patience is damn near unending.

I couldn't figure out what I wanted to eat the other day, I just laid in bed and cried and clung to him. We were having a 'fend for yourself' kind of dinner night and for some reason I just had a bit of a mental block and couldn't actually get up and prepare the food, everytime I thought about it I just started freaking out. Couldn't figure out what to eat, despite having plenty of food. And so he hugged me and he kissed me and he got up and he made me something to eat and made sure I ate dessert as well

I am not an easy person to handle emotionally. I have meltdowns often, especially because i have sound sensory issues. Sometimes I get stuck in my brain and relive really traumatic memories from my childhood, and I get stuck for hours paralyzed in fear from things from long ago. And no matter what it is, no matter what's bothering me, he responds with the most pure and gentle kindness I've seen from another human being.

I really just hope I can be somewhat like that for him. I want to make his life as good as possible. I love him so much.

I really, genuinely thought myself incapable of this kind of love. We've known each for many years and we played FFXIV together, and it took until last year for me to become okay with the idea of being romantic with him. What a shame, because i love nothing more in this world than loving him and being loved by him.

I've often found myself repulsed by the idea of love, repulsed by being physically close to other people. It's so strange now, to be filled with such an overwhelming love for someone. And I'm beyond happy that it is him with whom I share love. I adore his curly hair, his stupid shit-eating grin when he's said something dumb as fuck, his eyes, his eyelashes, his eyebrows, his jaw, his hands, the way his voice sounds when he's sleepy, the way he needs to watch youtube when he cooks dinner, the way he bags groceries very specificaly and CLEARLY doesn't like the way i do it lol

I love when we're out and about and he knows the moment I'm starting to get overstimulated. He knows me so well. Last week he came to me and said, "Hey, I hope this is okay but I was offered for us to go to [place that is very nice!] but I figured since we were there last week and you're pretty exhausted, you wouldn't wanna go, so i said no." And he was 100 percent absolutely fucking right. "I figured you'd wanna spend the weekend relaxing around the house." DING DING DING! He knows me so well.

It's so beautiful to love someone like this. I've never felt this way about another person.

He is just so, so, so kind. And understanding. He loves Naru and Erasmia and he encourages me to write and draw whatever I'd like to my heart's content, he encourages me to gpose, even though none of that is anything he's ever done or generally has interest in. He loves my art. He loves me for me. He loves my flaws. He loves me for my flaws, not in spite of them.

He loves me, even when I'm suffering from sensory issues and just curled into a ball covering my face and wishing all sound and light would disappear. He loves me when I'm sobbing and can't tell why. He loves me when I've sunken into old memories and can't find my way out. He loves me when I'm paralyzed in anxiety over something that I should be able to do easily.

I have no clue what it is I did to deserve this man's love but I thank my lucky stars I have him every day when I wake up and see him beside me

[caliburn-the-sword]

fhh ch29-35

the emotional anguish is becoming too much i can't take it. also this is the most chapters i've read in a day by far. my brain is melting but it's okay. will i go forth and read even MORE after dinner despite this?? it's likely

why is the first thing i open my book up to is "rosalind used her street smarts and knifed up her face so that no one would question why she doesn't look like the picture in her falsified documents" she's so chaotic and i love her

YAY ORION'S FIRST POV POST-BRAINWASH POST-MEMORY LOSS FINALLY

oh fuck he has a headache we know what that means!! brainwashing incoming. he's gonna ragdoll poor alisa if he gets the chance

ooo we're getting memories

NO FUCKING WAY HE MET ROSALIND ALL THE WAY BACK IN FRANCE WHEN THEY WERE KIDS OMG

priest religious imagery is going hard once again. i promise i'm only frothing at the mouth a little bit

HOLY FUCK HOW CAN PHOEBE BE INTERRUPTED RIGHT BEFORE SHE TELLS SILAS THAT SHE'S PRIEST I WANT TO SMASH MY HEAD IN. literal mlb type shit istg

lmao i love to see celia yell at orion

"Rosalind widened her eyes [...] Her sister had developed an attitude recently. She liked it." um girlie the man your sister has been pining over has been yeeted into nationalist prison and is probably getting tortured and is also who lady hong wants. yeah i think it's natural that she's got a bit of an attitude fskjdhfns

orion is my favourite flirt omfg

omfg philas tension is so strong i can't take it anymore. i'm glad silas can see SOMETHING is going on. he's just gotta keep chip chip chipping away at phoebe's exterior

because silas isn't going to be suspicious at all when phoebe promises to distract the nationalists, only for their tires to be shot out by a sniper,,,,

it's been so damn long since we've seen oliver and between that and the anticipation i have for him i'm actually quite glad to see him get a pov chapter (shocker)

damn. last thing dear oli thought about was celia. that's so peeta coded of him to- (gunshot puts me down like the rabid dog i am)

"Silas was so prone to catastrophising, anything less always threw him off." he's just like me fr i want to cry

ORION STOP FUCKING FLIRTING WITH EVERYONE OMFG. first rosalind then roma then silas. by the end of this book he's gonna have rizzed everyon istfg (i love him)

SILAS IS THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART OF ALL TIME. i'm too lazy to type out his little inner monologue but phoebe/orion reunion. he is everything to me. i think i may sob

orion is sleeping in a bathtub fsfnaskjdfnh he's so silly he's so bbg i love him

DID ROSALIND JUST CALL ORION A WHORE AFKDJNA

rosorion need to stop being so tender. they're calling me single in like 10 different languages (which between the two of them i think they have that)

!! CANONICALLY DEMISEXUAL DEMIROMANTIC ROSALIND LANG SPOTTED !!

lmao kind of italian speaking orion spotted

"I still wish I could remember, because under different circumstances, if you told me you loved me, I would have kissed you." I AM SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW

"Even if the memories never come back, I'm going to love you again. I have decided to warn you in advance." SOMEONE CHLOROFORM ME I BEG. I CAN'T GO ON LIVING KNOWING THAT THERE IS NO ORION HONG OUT THERE IN THE WORLD FOR ME. WTF

mmmn rosalind is suspecting phoebe of knowing more than she lets on. interesante. can't wait to see how this goes

FSHNASND IF I GET AN ORION PROPOSAL SCENE IN THIS I MAY HIDE UNDER MY BED FOREVER

[best-at-episode]

Round 1 - Side D: Poll 2 of 8

Astral Plane:

Finn has an out-of-body experience that takes him all over Ooo and beyond.

The Light Cloud:

Finn confronts the power behind Founders' Island. In the aftermath, he must choose whether to return to what he knows in Ooo, or remain with the humans he spent so long searching for.

propaganda under the cut

Astral Plane:

every moment is gold of one sort or another until it culminates in “if just being born is the greatest act of creation isn’t everything that comes after kind of a disappointment” followed by an earnest self-sacrifice to protect something someone cares about

one of the episodes that showcases brilliantly the shift towards the more contemplative and somber vibe of s6 all the way to the finale. the way this episode is the first we've seen after breezy but before the visitor is so significant to what finn's answer will be to the comet's question.... he has invested in his meat reality and so are the people all around him, big or small they may be...........also it is so so funny. 'right in my both eyes' is incredible but the fact that bounce house princess, of whom we've seen ONE time before this, has not only a scene that lasts a good chunk of the episode but gets MURDERED at the end of it.we don't see her again after. hilarious. phenomenal. 10/10 episode.

The Light Cloud:

I have not ever once made it through the last minute of this episode (in which Finn dons the VR helmet to say goodbye to Minerva) without ugly-sobbing.

A wonderful and heartfelt culmination of an arc that's been with Finn since the very beginning of the show.

[doodleoogles]

Au Revoir

I stared outside the car window as we traversed the busy streets of Laguna. As someone who lives in the far North of the Metro, I rarely go to the South but today, there's a heavy reason to. The mood in the car was light despite us being regretful to meet again under such dismal circumstances. We are three longtime friends catching up about what's going on in our lives for the past few years. We haven't seen each other in so long, and there's a hint of both wistfulness and despair amongst us as we reminisce the younger years we had.

Four days ago, we were informed of our friend's passing. He has been battling with his heart condition for over a year and apparently, it was deemed untreatable. He has known since last year and was only given until December to live. To think he held on for a few more months, and we never knew. He has always been the cool and relaxed one. He has found the love of his life, had surgery done a couple of months ago and we are all happy for him. We thought he was getting better.

My friend G pulled over at the funeral homes and asked us to go straight inside while he finds a spot to park his car. When I stepped outside, our friend's partner N is already waiting for us. We smiled timidly at each other, not knowing what to say or how to address the death that looms above us.

We let the silence fell and started walking inside. N stopped midway and we exchanged sad looks. "He's gone..." she started to say before collapsing in my arms. I held her tight, feeling the tears well up in my eyes as she cried heart wrenching sobs.

There was nothing else to do but cry really. I can only imagine the pain she's in right now. I mean imagine finding someone you connect with deeply, loving them and building your entire life with the person, only to be taken away by Death. Life sure is not fair.

We hugged for a few more minutes before she hesitantly pulled away. She looked so vulnerable, her eyes are puffy with dark circles underneath. It must've been awful to hold on to your sanity while the world you know is falling apart. "Whew, come on let's go inside. He's waiting for you guys!" she tried to sound lovely as she led us inside.

The first thing I noticed is our friend's framed photo displayed at the side of his coffin. There he is, all smiles, both eyes shining brightly. That was very unlikely of him. We've known him long enough to know he only wants to look badass in photos. Well, I thought, he had a good life with her so there sure was a reason to smile a lot. I ran my hand on the pristine white coffin and noticed there isn't any flowers or ribbons with names on them. We were told that as Muslims, they don't follow the traditional burial set up. We bowed our heads silently before taking a seat on a huge couch.

There's a lot of laughing and crying as we reminisce old memories with him. From the first time we all met each other, the drunk stories, the nights that never seemed to end, the heartbreaks, the victories up to the separate roads we took when adulthood required us to take life seriously. It's a good night, it makes me remember the realization I had when I first experienced death. When my gramma died, I understood that funerals aren't actually for the dead, it's for the people left behind. Funerals keep you busy, talking and reconnecting with friends and families you haven't seen in a while. Even if you wanted your own life to end, you simply will not have time for it. After everyone has left, you're on your own to grieve but there's a deeper sense of understanding, and way too many things ahead. Maybe Death can wait. Maybe you can hold on just a little longer.

N and M (our friend's ex) hugged as G and I stood beside them. I heard M thanking N for taking care of him, for being with him up to his final days. There's forgiveness, acceptance, hope in those hugs and tears. I kept wiping my eyes while I pat their back.

"I really just wish" N said, burying her face in M's long curls, "that I had more time with him. More than the time you ever had with him. 1 year isn't enough. 1 year of fighting our battles..."

"It's not about the time you spend with him, " I answered for M, "I think what matters is the time you were able to make the most out of. You didn't leave him, you were with him during the most difficult point of his life and I think it made that 1 year longer than anything else in his lifetime..."

"Thank you" M said before letting go, "Now get some rest and take care of yourself"

We took our usual seats in the car and talked less on the way back. Either we're all tired from all the sudden emotions or reality is already sinking in that after tonight, we might not see each other again in a long time. Adulthood is hard, people move on, some people forget while some remain lovingly kept in the part of our brains that store the good memories. After all, knowing who we choose to keep and who to let go is something we decide on, but ultimately the rest is up to fate.

-March 2024

[casspurrjoybell-30]

Cry Me a River - Chapter 30 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

The Duke's Estate

"Here we are," Alastair murmured as he approached the intimidating, stone door with a careless knock.

The door flew open, revealing a blond-haired maid.

"Can I help you, good Sir?" she asked.

"Why yes, you may show me to your master," she seemed stunned by Alastair's response.

"Master's very busy. Perhaps you can..."

"Now," Alastair's smile seemed slightly frightening.

The maid flinched.

She peered behind her before turning back to us.

"May I ask your name, good Sir?"

"Alastair."

Her eyes widened considerably as she dropped to the ground.

"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty. I hadn't realized it were you in your..."

Alastair cut off her ranting with a hand.

"That's alright."

She stood up from the ground carefully, eyeing me as she did.

'What did I do?'

"I don't think master would appreciate you bringing your bed-mate in with you to meet..."

Alastair's narrowed eyes caused her to cut short as she swallowed, rubbing her hands against her maid uniform.

"C-come in," she waved us in with a hand to which Alastair followed and took seat in the nearest chair.

I laid in his lap, head against his chest as I watched the maid.

She stood by the stairs, peering up as if awaiting something.

What is she looking for?

The sound of heels suddenly interrupted the silence.

It grew closer and closer until a pair of golden heels could be seen coming down the staircase.

I watched as a tall blond came down the stairs.

Her hair was in a loose, curled ponytail as she held her golden pink dress up, walking slowly down the flight of stairs as if afraid of tripping and tumbling the rest of the way down.

"Alastair," she breathed as her eyes locked on Alastair's sitting form.

A widened smile grew on her face.

"Aah, it's been far too long."

She stepped down the last step, making her way towards us with an outstretched hand to which Alastair took in his and laid a small kiss.

I felt my stomach drop slightly.

"You as well, Lady Beatrice," his eyes shone.

'Who was she...? Another past conquest?'

"Oh, and who is this?"

I was expecting a venomous tone but she just appeared pleasantly surprised as she bent down to lock eyes with mine.

"This is my mate, River."

He rubbed my back in a soothing manner as he peered down at me,

"River, this is my good friend Lady Beatrice. We've been friends since school days."

"N-nice t-to m-meet y-you," I stuttered.

I wasn't very good with meeting new people.

"Aww," she screeched to which I covered my ears with a whimper.

'Goddess damn, banshee.'

"Oh. Meet my mate."

She clapped her hands as she reached her hand out.

I was expecting a dashing man but instead, a small, dark-skinned girl appeared behind her, a dark tattoo could be visible on her hand as she took her hand in hers with a timid smile.

'A slave.'

"Aah, a slave?" Alastair raised a brow.

"Your brother won't approve..."

"My brother no longer lives," Beatrice interjected.

"What do you mean 'he no longer lives'?"

The air became highly suffocating as Alastair tensed beneath me.

"He grew ill months ago and died weeks later in his sleep. The fever overtook him," she choked, cupping his mouth with her hand as the small, chocolate-skinned woman wrapped her arms around her waist.

"I see."

Alastair seemed oddly off.

"Who takes charge of the town then?"

"Beatrice has been attempting to run it on her own," Beatrice's mate spoke as she brushed her fingers through her mate's hair, attempting to calm her as she sobbed on her shoulder.

"So that's why there's so much havoc," Alastair mumbled to himself.

"How have you been dealing with the rebels?" Alastair continued.

"R-rebels?" Beatrice choked.

"What is he talking about Anna?"

Beatrice turned to her mate with a quizzical look as she rubbed at her eyes profusely.

"I didn't want to frighten you Be Be, so I've been taking care of it on my own," Anna said softly as she fixed Beatrice's disheveled hair.

"You're not doing a very good job," Alastair interjected.

"From what I've seen the rebels have been running free."

Anna sighed.

"I'm doing the best I can with what I have, Your Majesty..."

"Alastair."

"Alastair," she continued.

"Our men are short in numbers and our generals have long since run away."

"I see," Alastair sighed.

"I have my work cut out for me."

[merryguineapig]

Welcome, Merry

Losing Pippin was incredibly hard. Both Brett and I sobbed for days after we lost Pippin and I spent a lot of time blaming myself and saying I'd never get another pet again.

The reality is though, I was born to love animals. I was born to spoil my pet rotten and build a family unit with them since I don't ever want children.

I had a lot of mixed emotions when I picked up Merry on Boxing Day. No one could ever replace Pippin, but Brett and I needed to pass our love onto another little pig.

Enter, Merry. A 1.5 year old Rex mix breed Guinea pig who was surrendered. I picked him up on Boxing Day and drove some 3.5 hours home with him through torrential rain and crazy traffic. When we finally got him home, Brett was able to say hello and to give him a pat.

Over the last couple of days, we've been helping Merry settle in to his new life. He is still very shy, and very skittish, but today (day 3) he has made progress. Today he has let me scratch his ears, and have a hug a couple of times. He's even taken food from my hand.

I know it's going to be a long way to go bonding with him and training him, but he's already showing really good potential. He's very placid - I've been able to give him a kiss on the ears and just hold him without him squiring or biting.

He's also learning to relax - I'm. not sure what bedding he had at his old house, but here he has lots of fluffy beds which he has been lounging around on, and I've seen him poke his back leg out to get comfy.

I've also been watching his eyes as they dart around trying to take the new environment in. He's demolished 3 grass plants since he arrived (1 per day) and today was the first day he jumped on eating treats. So far, he loves his leafy greens of all shapes and sizes. He doesn't seem to like Capsicum, Blueberries or Beans. I haven't heard any squeaks from him yet, but I imagine he's still taking everything in and processing life.

I hope we can give him a good life. So far he seems to be enjoying the climate control atmosphere, comfy beds and Ted Lasso playing on TV. He's also been out exploring in the cage a little bit too and staying out in the open so I hope that's him beginning to trust us.

His fur feels amazing, It's course like Pippin's too, but also kind of soft like Cashew's. I'm glad I got some hugs from him today. I really hope we can give him a good life and make him happy.

[triforceangel13]

The Werewolf's Mate Ch. 35 (A BakuDeku Werewolf Au)

Chapter 35: A Brief Moment of Peace

Izuku was honestly surprised. After the short time he had known the werewolves to be against the vampires, he neved expected to be put up in a luxury apartment with Katsuki and his pack while they took a moment to rest.

Between everything going on around them they needed this.

Izuku was being treated nearly as with much respect as the elders were. Everyone was shocked to see the new leader of the vampires to be the one that was the next hybrid to come out after so many years of them going missing.

It was a very single line of lineage and Izuku was lucky enough to be able to be the one to be on it which in the end his life.

He sat on the couch by the window, looking out of it in the sun and let out a sigh. He was pretty bummed and honestly things hadn't exactly gone his way lately.

He loved being with Katsuki but there was someone he hadn't seen in a long time given this werewolf vampire nonsense going on.

As well as running away.

He hadn't seen his mother in some time.

Sure he was off in college...which also was suffering by now. He was more than likely kicked out for not showing up to class in so long.

But he really hadn't even answered his mother's calls or texts in...months. He would text every now and then so she wouldn't come by but he was sure she knew something was up.

She always knew something was up.

He had to wonder if she knew about his father. Knew that he was helping produce a baby with a werewolf gene buried deep in his dna.

Something that had saved his life. Despite he hated the man for leaving them, he had to admit this whole thing was thanks to his father.

Though it was mostly All Might, whomever he was.

He pulled his phone out, looking at his phone contact and let out a small sigh. He really wanted to visit his mom. There was just nothing like a mother's love when it came to him.

It would make him feel safe and that he didn't have these impending doom just sitting on his shoulders like this.

Biting his bottom lip he looked around him. His pack was out for the moment and Katsuki was taking a well deserved shower.

Surely it wouldn't be bad to call his mother for a little bit. Just to even see her would be good for him. Thank goodness for modern technology.

Hugging his knees to his chest on the couch he sat on he hit a video call for his mother.

His heart hammered in his hest as he waited for her to answer, feeling a ball forming in his throat from the stress.

What if she was angry with him and didn't want to speak with him? That was all possible. It had been some time since his last call or text to her about what was going on.

The last text she had sent told him she was very concerned and wanted to hear from him. That had been over a week ago.

Tears brimmed his eyes as he waited for her to answer, clutching his knees closer to his chest.

“She hates me,” he sobbed, a tear rolling down his cheek, thumb hovering over the end call button with his heart sinking into his chest.

Just as the call was about to disconect his mother finally picked up, the sight of her rosy cheeks and warm wobbly smile coming into view at the sight of her son.

“Izuku?!” she called out with a happily. “Oh my boy I'm so happy to see you.”

“Mom,” Izuku said with a happy sob, wiping at his eyes hard to try to get the tears to stop flowing. They just wouldn't stop with how much relief he felt seeing her.

Inko smiled warmly from the other side, tears collecting in her own eyes at the sight of her son after what felt like forever.

“I'm so glad you called. It's been so long since we've talked,” Inko said to him. “Are you doing well? Are you eating good? You look pale.”

Izuku wiped at his eyes, trying his best to inhale slowly so he could calm himself down. If he didn't calm down he could end up blurting the whole thing to her.

The less people who knew the truth about what happened to him the better.

“I'm fine. School has just been rough,” Izuku said with a small smile. He had to sit and think about what he was allowed to tell her. Obviously anything supernatrual was out of the question. But she did know about his crush on Katsuki...

That was innocent enough.

“Are you sure you don't want to come home and take a break from classes?” she asked. “You know you're always welcome here.”

“I know, but I really should finish it out here,” Izuku said. He also was planning on one day moving in with Katsuki. “There is uh...another reason why I want to stay out here.”

Inko paused but then smiled slowly. “Is that what I think it is?” she asked.

“Yeah” Izuku said, a dreamy look coming to his face. Even after all they had been through and the fact that they had been together for some time, he still couldn't believe that his child hood crush was the man that he got to kiss.

“Kacchan is here,” he said, a heavy flush on his face as he stared at the phone. “And well...things are going well. Really well.”

“Oh Izuku,” she said to him with a warm smile. “I'm so glad that you are with him now. You've been loving that boy for so long. I was wondering if I would have had to step in to get you to make the first move.”

Izuku flushed darkly at that.

“Mooooom. Come on,” Izuku said with a flush. “You know I'm never good at that sort of thing of saying my feelings like that.”

Inko laughed softly, then seemed to stare behind Izuku.

“Who you talking to baby?” Katsuki asked from behind Izuku. Iuzku turned and he flushed darkly. Katsuki stood in nothing but a towel, but his ears were also exposed as he looked at him.

“My mom,” Izuku said, eyes flicking to his ears. Katsuki paled and ducked out of the camera view..but it was already too alte.

“Well...that explains all the hats and other things,” Inko said more to herself than to Izuku.

“Mom, I can explain. It's uh-” he stopped, registering what it was that she had said to him. His eyes widened and he swallowed. “What did you say?”

“That it explains the hats that Katsuki always wore,” she said. “He's a werewolf.”

Izuku looked to the blonde as he tugged on a pair of sweats and he slowly came back to the camera, his ears still out.

“You're not...upset or weirded out?” Katsuki asked.

“Of course not. I had my hunches but I always remained blissfully unaware when it came to the Bakugous. Remember, Mitsuki was my best friend before she moved,” Inko explained and looked at Izuku. “And your father was one as well.”

Katsuki sat next to Izuku on the couch, sliding his arm around him and looked into Izuku's eyes, raising a brow silently.

Izuku nodded his head.

“I..found out about that recently,” Izuku said to her. “And who dad's father was as well. Honestly he had saved my life recently even when he's not around.”

Inko looked at them confused.

“How did he Izuku?” she asked.

Izuku looked up at Katsuki, obviously rather nevous right now. Katsuki gave a small nod She knew about him, so she was bound to know about vampires as well.

“Well...I...” Izuku said and then let his fangs unsheath. Inko was quiet on her end and Izuku put them away right away, feeling dread come over him.

“I...” Izuku tried again but her silence filled the room further. Katsuki noted the tension and he pulled Izuku into his lap, kissing his head softly.

“It wasn't his choice,” Katsuki explained to her. “He had been taken and forced into it.”

Inko relaxed a little bit but sighed softly.

“Izuku I'm not mad at you,” She said softly. “I'm so sorry that it happened to you.”

Katsuki kissed the side of his head a bit as he relaxed, trying his best to wipe his eyes and still hold the phone. Eventually Katsuki took the phone and propped it up on the table with a book so they both could sit and relax.

“I am too,” Izuku said softly, wiping his eyes. “But that isn't the reason why dad had saved my life. Because he was a werewolf I...became the next hybrid.”

“A hybrid? You're...both?” she asked in shock. “How is that possible?”

“I'm not sure,” Izuku said and flushed. “Kacchan bit me and-”

“He bit you?!” she asked with shock.

Katsuki rubbed the back of his hair.

“Not my finest moment. I'm really sorry that I had. In the end though it had ended up being the thing to save him,” Katsuki offered but the disapproval on her face was clear. She was uspet that he had nearly killed her precious boy.

“Katsuki Bakugou, you better take good are of my boy,” she scolded him. Katsuki nodded his head, his arm around Izuku tightening. “I promise.”

Inko let out a small huff and was silent for a few moments. She wasn't happy that he had bitten her son and with the whole vampire werewolf thing it meant under normal circumstances it would have taken her only child from her.

“So what are you two doing today?” Inko asked curiously, wanting to change the subject so things weren't as tense.

Izuku opened his mouth to say but Katsuki beat him to it.

“Probably just going to look into moving Izuku into my place,” Katsuki lied to her. Izuku watched him a moment, a little confused but put on a smile right away.

“Yeah, we have a lot to think about and stuff,” Izuku said. Why had he lied to his mother? He shouldn't have lied to her.

But then again it was for a good reason. Her knowing that they were fighting for their lives and that Izuku was the leader of the vmprires was probably something she didn't need to know.

Especially if someone wanted to use that information again them later and hurt Inko.

Her being oblivious of it was better this way.

“Well that's exciting,” she said warmly. “I think once you're done with getting settled in to let me know the address so I can send a house warming gift.”

“I would love that mom,” Izuku said gently, knowing that he couldn't tell her where they were. Right now nowhere was safe for them, save for the werewolf hideout that they were in currently. That had to remain private.

After a few more minntes and some idle chit chat they said their goodbyes and hung up the phone call with his mother.

Izuku let out a small sigh, Katsuki rubbing his shoulder a bit as he watched him think over the conversation he had with her.

“You alright?” he asked.

Izuku nodded his head. “Just sad that I have to keep lying to her.”

“One day you won't have to,” Katsuki promised. “One day it'll all be alright.”

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[adhdvane]

brain b goin cray lately but do u ever just??? go ham over kink and psychological causes thereof like esp when characters have long history together and kink as a way to cope and live out things safely with someone you love and---

okay, so I read this last night before I went to sleep (okay maybe it was early morning rip) but I was so tired I read half of the words wrong and I was so confused xD actual response under the cut, bc boy I get it...

I totally feel you anon. Kink is so much fun to think about and play with. Like it's generally believed that most kink develops in the early stages of childhood, but like it varies so wildly from person to person; it's so board. Sometimes there's a deep psychological things behind it, sometimes it's trauma related, and sometimes... it's just there and you don't know why other than: this is hot lol. (I have kink I'll phsycoanaize myself about why I have, because of my lived experiences and trauma. and then I have kink I've literally just had since I was baby and literally just it's just always been there yo, I can give you explains now why I think it's hot and how I might have ended up finding those things hot, but baby me watching barney the dinosaur didn't have those experiences so clearly it's been with me longer than I can explain. It just is oops). Typically I'm the one using character to explore taboo/unsafe kinky things in a safe fictional environment lol. But, yes, analyzing why some characters have a kink I've decided to give them is fun (especially when those meds kick in and you brain is like WOOOOO LETS GOOOOOO THINK ABOUT THINGS AND DON'T GET DISTRACTED). Or like character who canon have kink and I don't have to give it to them in the first place (beli lol). (catch me thinking about how the fuck kink works with beli. like how much of it was, he was programmed that way when he was literally created, how much control do astrals have on that sort of thing when they create a primal beast. how much of it developed for beli as he developed a personality while existing. how much of his personality developed while existing and how much was programmed into his when lucilius created him? i joked once that whether or not a primal beast has genitals depends on how horny the astral who made them was. and that lucilius is ace (I KNEW I FORGETTING SOMEONE IN MY ACE HEADCANONS). and just the concept the beliel was a fucking ken doll down there (unless belial's directive was to go down a fuck the mortals there's no biological reason for him to have a dick, technically, and I'm pretty sure that wasn't his purpose) and just beli sobbing like why would you make me so horny and not give me a dick. and lucilius just like, because i hate you. but that's just a joke (beli has canon sex, though, i mean, could have sex other ways, i just assume nah he had a dick, it's more fun if he has a dick). but anyways, it's super interesting to think about how much is nature vs. nurture esp with primal beasts bc we've seen them change, we've seen them grow and developed based on their interactions with other (esp mortals). How much of Beli's kink was predetermined. How much was an accident? How much of it happened because of what he experience? ((don't ask me about the fake events about my gbf oc's that jokingly lead to a sequal event that jokingly lead to shit with where lucilius, beli, and bubs were trapped and then led to fucked up belisan shit, being stranded alone in another world. belial abandoned by lucilius. fuck.))) rip I think I got off subject, but anon, I feel you. God. My adhd brain goes ham over that shit too sometimes

[radiant-reid]

Bittersweet but mostly sweet

Y/n knew not to call Spencer in the middle of the day while he was on a case. She knew because one of the first times she had Spencer freaked out.

The couple had only been together a few weeks. Y/n made the call during her lunch break, hoping to catch Spencer during his as well. Not that she knew he didn't take a lunch break. But when he answered the call in a panicked voice, she was confused.

All he did was make a promise to not freak out again.

After they had been dating for almost a year he finally confessed. It may have been his deepest insecurity. Spencer admitted that he feared his job would lead to something bad happening to her. Maybe, he had also worried that, like everything else, the relationship would be taken away because of his job.

Y/n understood him. She was a reasonable person. And she had heard Jack talk about his Mummy being gone at Rossi's dinner party. Spencer explained what happened to Haley that night. None of the members of the BAU were too cautious when it came to keeping their loved ones safe.

She also understood why a spontaneous call would cause someone to panic. And as soon as it got serious with Spencer, she felt the same way. She was always worried for him.

So they had an agreement, they would always text before a call.

But one Wednesday morning Y/n couldn't help it. By now she had been dating Spencer for almost 7 years. Or 6 years, 9 months, 21 days, 10 hours and 15 minutes if you asked him. And it had been exactly 2 years, 5 months, 12 days, 4 hours and 59 minutes since she became Mrs Reid.

Without a text, she hit number 1 on her speed dial and the number rang.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Spencer answered. The call hadn't even rung for a second. She felt like an idiot for not remembering to text him but with everything going through her brain, would blame her.

After what felt like an eternity to him, she replied. "Spence, it's Bennett." She couldn't even get the full story out before her husband interrupted.

"What happened? Is Bennett okay?" His questions were coming at rapid-fire.

"Yes, he's fine. He's better than fine. Spencer, he's walking." Y/n quickly tried to explain, despite her own shock.

There was a pause so long Y/n almost asked if he was still there. "Oh my god!" She could hear the excitement in his tone but it dropped off quickly. "Oh my god." Then there was another pause. "He's walking and I missed it."

That's the guilt Y/n was trying not to instil in him. "Spencer, no. I'm sorry I called, I just had to let you know."

"No, no, no, don't be sorry. I'm so upset I missed it, Y/n. I feel terrible." Spencer was almost sobbing into the phone. Y/n knew that when he spoke in quick little sentences it meant he was upset. "Thank you for calling." He said like he was reminding himself.

"Spencer, this is a good thing." Y/n tried to tell him. Sometimes there was no use in talking sense into him but she didn't want him to be upset over this. "It's actually kind of amazing." Y/n hinted.

Spencer sighed. "I swear we just had that half birthday cake thing for him last month."

"Spencer, when was our son born?"

He answered without skipping a beat. "December 9th at 8:34pm."

"Okay, and what date is today?" Y/n continued.

"July 11th."

"Now do the math, Doctor." She instructed.

He listened. "7 months, 1 day, 16 hours, 2 minutes and 41 seconds."

"43 now." She counted.

"Ohhh." It took a few seconds for the penny to drop. She could almost see his head shoot up as it did when he cracked a case. "Oh, he's only 7 months old."

"Yeah, Spencer." Y/n urged.

"Most books say it takes 9 months. He's walking at 7. He's remarkable." Once again she could hear how excited he sounded. "He's been showing all the signs. How did I not notice? Are you sure he wasn't cruising?"

Y/n laughed at him. "No, Spence. He took a few steps without holding onto anything. I think we've got a genius on our hands."

"I should have seen it, he was standing, bending, walking when I lead him." Spencer listed, thinking about his little boy. Y/n remembered all the times Spencer had put Bennett between his legs while he held his tiny little fingers and walked with him across the room. "Tell me all about it, please." He begged. "He's got a place at CalTech whenever he wants it." He confirmed.

Y/n laughed before starting the story. "Okay, so." She crossed her legs so she could sit on the floor to tell Spencer the story. She waved to Bennett from where he was babbling across the room. "I was coming into the lounge with some apple sauce for him and I walked in. He was on the other side of the room so I waved at him and he just started walking towards me without holding onto anything. It was only a few steps but it was amazing. I'm just sorry I didn't video it."

"No, it would have cheapened the moment." Spencer insisted. "But then again, it would have been good for the documentary."

Y/n giggled at him again drawing Bennett's attention to his mother. "Oh my god, he's doing it again!" She yelled into the phone. Bennett only took a few steps before clinging to the couch again.

"Oh! Oh! Put me on speaker so he can come to me." Spencer insisted and Y/n happily obliged. "Bennie, it's Daddy!" He exclaimed. He had always said he would never use a baby voice but that was exactly what he did. "Come here, bud."

Still, Bennett didn't move an inch. He just looked at his mother. "Sorry, Spence. He's not budging." Y/n told him.

"Damn," Spencer said. That caused Y/n to laugh and Bennett to come running. Or walking.

"I think someone has a favourite parent." Y/n sung into the phone as Bennett wrapped his little arms around Y/n's neck and fell into her chest. "Hi, buddy." She spoke to him. "Daddy wants to say 'hi'."

Bennett pulled his little face off Y/n's shoulder and hit the phone in her hand. "Daa." He squealed.

"That was his first word!" Spencer boldly declared through the phone.

Y/n scoffed at his response. "Last time I checked 'Da' wasn't a word, Doctor." She replied playfully.

Of course, Spencer had a counter to that. "Actually, he could have been meaning 'Daa' which means Doctor in the Indian lanugage Kannada. 43 million people speak it but Bennett could have just made it 43 million and 1."

Y/n laughed at that even more and Bennett grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Yes, our baby didn't start speaking English like his parents instead he chose a language his mother hadn't even heard of." She could see Spencer's smile. "And I think he'd probably call you 'Daddy' and not 'Doctor.'"

"True." He chuckled. "I can't wait to get back home."

"Yeah, I'm sure the team are missing Doctor Daddy right about now." She replied.

Spencer groaned as he looked over his shoulder at JJ, who he'd left trying to work a geographical profile. She could tell he was doing that thing where he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Can you call me later?"

"Yeah, of course. If you can promise me something." She replied.

Spencer couldn't get his answer out quick enough. "Anything." It was true.

"Take a few days off with us. Please?"

"I'd love to." Before they were in a serious relationship Spencer hated taking any time off work but now it was different. When Bennett was born he had taken the longest amount of time he'd ever taken off. And, while he loved his job, when he was with his son, he didn't miss it as much.

"I'll talk to you later, tell Daddy you love him, Bennett," Y/n instructed, rather futilely

Bennett blubbered some incoherent words into the phone. "I love you both," Spencer replied to him as if he understood.

"We love you!" Y/n cheered back.