#also hold on what do you mean its been a whole ass year since i posted that

[perilegs]

where can i read the woundfucking tho

here you go :3c

[purple-paige-purple]

my main pazzi evidence!

hey guys, people have been asking me to give me reasoning as to why i think pazzi is real so here ya go. there is A LOT more i could say and a ton more evidence but imma try to piece my basic thoughts together explain as much as i can consicely.

1. their general vibe

ok lemme say first of all, the thing that pisses me off most about pazzi deniers is that they dont acknowledge hard evidence. like hand placement, eye contact, the "is it spit" video, etc. but the thing that's the absolute kicker to me is their entire vibe around each other.

i think the animal letter/pillow video is a really good example of this. start by imagining how you would play that game with your friends, even your closest friends of ten years. would you giggle at them and smile at them the way that p + a look at/talk to each other? probably not. (and if you do, babes im gonna hold your hand when i tell you this...) the entire video was just not something you'd expect from friends AT ALL.

also. the way paige's ENTIRE demeanor changes near azzi. duuuuude its so adorable. any time she's talking to azzi, and even sometimes when azzi is within earshot, paige's voice softens SUBSTANTIALLY and she becomes more thoughtful and calm. an example of this would be kk's (second) crumbl live in the bedroom, when azzi walks in and all of a sudden paige is now giggling quietly as opposed to cracking up loudly like she was before. i think its the whole "calming presence" idea and p + a really both are each other's anchor.

also u don't go on a cruise with your best friend and act the way they acted (and posted).

2. the hard evidence

the aforementioned "is it spit" video. like bro. no matter what the fuck azzi said, what paige responded was extremely suggestive, and azzi's reaction to it just proves that. paige we know that ur faggot ass's favorite tongue movement to lets just take a chill pill on live tv (jk pls dont stop keep feeding our delulu pazzi shipper asses)

another piece of hard evidence: "happy birthday to the precious princess 💗" OK PAIGE WE KNOW SHES UR WIFE. paige wanted to say "my precious princess" so bad its so obvious

paige and azzi also have not shut down ANY rumors or even spoken on the subject of their suspected relationship. instead, i would go so far as to say they've fed into it, the posts about each other, the continuous posting of the "💗" emoji even though the entire internet has a suspicion about what it means. this also ties into the fact that they do have social media, paige is active a lot, their teammates are active, and they definitely (no matter how) seeing these pazzi edits. they are OUT THERE and even the announcers know it.

ice and kk's faces whenever p + a are flirting got me ctfu every time. ice does not try to hide it AT ALL and even though i think kk tries, once in a while she makes a face (the interview where she is in the middle of them)

3. no other relationships/their dynamic

lets be generous to the deniers and say that they've only had smth (a relationship, whether it be serious or not) since 2021. they have not been with anyone since. i will say it again. they have not been with anyone since. with their popularity and how gorgeous/attractive they both are, i feel like if they were seen close with anyone, we would know about it. fine, someone could say they are just both locking in to school and bball, but i really just think p + a work so well together and basically have the same schedule so there is pretty much no negatives to them being together, therefore no reason why it would take away from school/bball. i think they are each other's person and really just compliment each other so well (opposites attract!)

basically the way they act is not how "just friends" act. i dont make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️

ok so thats my basic thoughts. i could LITERALLY go on for pages (and i will if you guys want!) just let me know (send me an ask or smth) and ill make more posts with more evidence and just basically debriefing it. ok thank u girlypops for listening to my ted talk

ps. thank you to @elliesglock for debriefing some of the uconn lives, pls continue bc they are so fun to read and u have such good thoughts on everything!

[aviradasa]

The lost boys main HCs

Paul

Here are some paul hcs! I hope you enjoy! This is kinda short but i had fun writing it!

If you would like a part two going into more detail about him let me know. I'm gonna be responding to Dwayne's HCS, though. I hate the ones I posted. I'm also gonna be doing an HC/ one-shot series about each of the boys before they found each other/ became vampires, so stay tuned!!

Paul is a younger sibling. When he was alive he had 2 brothers and one twin sister.

He was 19 but going to turn 20 literally like a month before he died and despite how he acts he was the oldest when turned,

If you ask him his age though he will say 20 to fuck with you before pulling the “Nah I'm just joking” card and telling you he was only 19

He does that mostly cause he's a little upset he wasn't able to hold out at least another month, so he likes to say what he could have been, but he doesn't wanna lie about his age.

He hates liars.

He also keeps track of every birthday he and the other boys have had since they turned cause he doesn't want to lose track of the years. It kinda keeps him sane a bit.

On a less depressing note

He is also one of the sassiest assholes you will ever meet. He does not think before he speaks and honestly, he doesn't give a damn

I mean y'all hear him when he said the whole “ chill out girl 🙄😒” line you can't tell me he wasn't annoyed that star was ruining the fun

He also does not give a shit if he hurts someone's feeling with it especially if its someone he doesn't know or does not fuck with, he sees no point in trying to spare the feelings of anyone he doesn't care about

He can also be a bit flirty just in general as a joke or genuinely he is just like that and he dont care what gender it is he will make flirty jokes or comments regardless.🤣

He is an asshole, but he is quite loyal to the people he loves, surprisingly. But he loves them in his own way. Despite all the teasing, rude comments, cruel pranks, and injuries he may accidentally inflict, he doesn't fuck around with other people pulling that shit.

The definition of “nobody can bully my family or friends but me.”

He can be nice sometimes. It depends on whether he's fully sober or not, and then it depends on what he did.

Drunk = steer clear he's gonna say or do some stupid shit that could result in either a fight with somebody random or not,or you all dying.

Stoned = yeah, you have a better chance of seeing him nice with this one. But still, be careful cause high also results in hunger, so don't get bit. he does bite. Remember that.

He also relaxes better after smoking, so he might just sit his ass down for a while, maybe watch a movie.

He's not a TV guy though usually. he finds it hard to focus on shows and movies so he either likes to smoke before watching or else he has to pause it every 20 minutes to get up, walk around, and bitch about loopholes and plot points for a few minutes before he can sit back down and continue it.

He just kinda avoids them for those reasons. He's more of a music guy. Because then he can get up, bounce around, have fun, and not miss anything in the song cause he can do other shit while listening.

The music he likes is rock and heavy metal; I will admit, though, that he is the kinda person to pull the “Oh, you know (random band), then name 3 songs.”

“ (names 3 song)”.

“Oh shit cool, what's your favorite.”

He does that shit often, actually, but his saving grace is that if you know what your talking about, you now have a new friend to discuss your favorite bands with. 😭

He keeps his area of the cave a mess but he still knows where everything is. But it's not like a dirty mess; it's mostly just clutter.

He refuses to leave food containers or remains in his room overnight like he can not stand that shit if he's chilling out drawing or something, and he catches the lightest whiff of food smell from a container he finished off not even an hour ago he getting up and throwing it away.

Honestly, that goes for all the boys, to be fair. They don't care about being dirty themselves, but they don't want their spaces dirty if you get what I mean.

Also, he does not like people touching his stuff. Only a select few people can, and that is Laddie and the other boys maybe star once in awhile, and depending on whether you are a close friend or partner, you can, but everybody has to ask unless he says to grab it for him.

He just doesn't want his shit moved cause he's worried he won't be able to find it.

He's not worried about shit being broken cause he will just fix it. Unless it's CDs or records that he can't fix, he will be severely pissed.

But one specific thing you don't under any circumstance touch, grab or even breathe too close to is his sister's old music box. If that gets broken, he will kill you, no questions asked, and he won't feel bad about it, NOBODY would want to/ have the ability to stop him at that moment, so just please don't touch it.

Other than that, he doesn't care. He likes having people come to his space to hang out and keep him company. He also likes showing off all the cool shit he has.

Oh, and the him killing you thing reminds me.

He is scary as fuck when he kills/feeds cause his style is extremely animalistic. He doesn't just tear flesh away or rip a limb or two. He fucking MAULS his kills to the point that if you see the aftermath, you genuinely wonder if it was ever a human or not.

His kills are quick, violent, messy, and sadistic. Cause he genuinely does enjoy the kill, probably more than feeding.

He's an adrenaline junkie, a daredevil, and anything in between, so when it is time, he will find a target, and to be fair, he likes a good chase. So he will probably grab somebody, and when they fight back, he will purposely let them go and give them a head start so he can chase them down just to make the mauling more fun.

When he's done feeding, he is most of the time covered in blood, dirt, leaves, sand, sticks, you name it, and it's probably on him.

He cleans up as best he can before going back onto the boardwalk or heading into town of course. But if they have a late feeding and they have to get back to the cave in a hurry before sunrise. He will stay like that until the next day.

But by the time he wakes up, he hates the feeling of the stuff stuck to him, so he cleans up quickly just so he doesn't have to be uncomfortable lmao.

Anyway, that's it for now. He's just a funny, sarcastic, sadistic, flirty asshole. But we love him. Cause he's Paul.

[cry4mina]

Take Me Back to Eden - Ascensionism (Part 4)

(Nayeon x Fem!reader)

Take Me Back to Eden - Choke Hold - Part 1

Take Me Back To Eden - Granite - Part 2

Take Me Back To Eden - Aqua Regia - Part 3

Word Count: 8.5k Angst/Angst/Smut Summary: Reader finds out the truth behind what Jihyo and Nayeon has been up to, she takes the steps to become more independent and heal her grief, only to fall back into old habits. TW: Betrayal, suggestive themes, lying, break ups, cheating, manipulative behavior, anxiety, top!reader x Bottom!nayeon, choking, degradation, truthfully its rough sex but anyways, let me know if I missed anything! A/N: After a reasonable amount of requests I decided to continue the series. I also decided to write smut for the first time. Thank you to @saiiidahyunee @neoplatinum and @miinatozakiii for the help/advice for this part! <3 (srsly, this wouldn't have happened without them)

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“Did she believe you or do we actually need to stop seeing each other?” 

Pulse radiating in every cell of your body, waiting to see if there’s another text from Jihyo. Absolutely baffled as the lie shatters your consciousness, returning you to the jagged spiral you were still reeling from.

It was true. She did this to you. 3 years of deception and it was all happening right under your nose. 

Knees buckling underneath you as you think back to the conversation you had in the kitchen the night prior. 

The tears she shed, the way she spoke…the way she studied your face… She was acting through the whole thing and you believed her. 

“Nothing has happened since, and nothing like this would ever happen again. I wanted to tell you but the person I was then and the person I am now are two completely different people. Even that version of myself would never dream of hurting you in such a way.”

 Stomach churning at the words previously said, fighting back the hatred growing in you. 

‘Please understand that I would do anything to remove this from my past…our past.” 

Nauseously fighting the tears threatening to spill from your eyes, remembering how your skin felt against hers as you slept next to her the night prior and you cringe knowing it was all fake and you had fallen for it. 

Nayeon’s phone vibrates in your hand again, revealing another text from the other responsible party. 

“We can lay low for a little while and let it all simmer down, if that’s easier. But I don’t want to stop being with you.”

As you stare at the screen, truth reflects back onto your face, flashing through your memories with her. Decorating the house on the holidays, her meeting your parents, anniversaries, going out to dinner; Even the small touches to show affection that intertwined themselves into everyday life hardened your exterior as you built your walls back up brick by brick wondering how long they’ll hold up with the digital reinforcement you’ve stumbled upon.   

The need for the truth pokes at your chest while opening the text thread between her and Jihyo. 

———————————Yesterday 11:34 pm——————————

Jihyo: Y/n didn’t seem to believe me when we spoke, I hope she listens to you or we might have a problem. 11:34pm

Nayeon: We might have a problem then 11:35pm

Nayeon: I don’t know if her and I will make it thru this 11:35pm

Jihyo: Do what u can. We will just have to cover our asses if the company finds out we are sleeping together. 11:37pm

Nayeon: It seems like she can’t really make a decision. I put her to bed a little while ago because she was exhausted. 11:38pm

Nayeon: She did bring me dinner last night… 11:38pm

Nayeon: She actually just came to the living room and def only in underwear…I’ll update u in the morning. 11:40pm

Jihyo: Just because she’s the piece that’s keeping the public and our company from finding out doesn’t mean I want to hear stuff like that, Nayeon. 11:42pm

———————————Today 8:12 am——————————

Jihyo: Did she believe you or do we actually need to stop seeing each other? 8:12am

Jihyo: We can lay low for a little while and let it all simmer down, if that’s easier. But I don’t want to stop being with you. 8:14am

Forgetting to blink as you’re reading the thread, in disbelief that you almost gave them the forgiveness they asked for. Caught between the smoke and mirrors, an illusion painted for the public eye to cover the secret that only they knew. 

Screenshot clicks lightly as you send yourself the evidence and delete the pictures from the text thread as well as Nayeon’s phone. You wanted to be able to look back on this and remind yourself that she was responsible, and that you'd never give her another chance. 

Sliding her phone into your pocket, you walk into the bedroom. 

Nayeon is distracted in the bathroom preparing for your morning shower together. Hearing the door of the shower sliding open and the sound of the head sputtering to start. The clashing of the water hitting the tile mimics the storm you felt brewing up inside of you.  

As your rage builds you quickly grab a backpack out of the closet, unintentionally knocking a tote bag down as you pull the straps. Trinkets of all kinds scatter across the floor, you flinch at the sound and look down at the mess before immediately unzipping the bag.

“Is everything okay, baby?” Nayeon yells from the bathroom, it's muffled by the foam of her toothpaste as you hear her spit into the sink.

Body tensing at the pet name, knowing the illusion of the past 3 years was uncomfortable and devastating. 

“Yes. Just dropped something.” You shout back trying to hide the towering rage that is rocking against the winds of change your digital confirmation created. 

 “Okay, my love, I’ll be waiting for you in the shower.” She sings back trying to play cute with you. 

You roll your eyes while shoving the bag full of everything you’d need for the next few days as quickly as possible. Clothes, charger, wallet, important documents, and your laptop. 

Putting on the first pair of pants you see and not even bothering to change out of the oversized sweater you threw on to cover up while you had your morning coffee. 

Quietly running to the dresser to grab some socks, your foot kicks some of the mess left on the floor. Sighing at the annoyance of it being in your way but it slows down enough to see what the contents were. Jewelry you’d never seen, love notes opened with a wax seal, and countless pictures of Jihyo and Nayeon together. 

Frozen in fury as you take in what you’re unintentionally uncovering, a singular tear drenched in anguish falls - the tap on the photo echoing in your ears. Reaching your limit and the overflow of emotions are about to spill out of you in a slurry of misery and hatred.

Grabbing the specific Polaroid of them kissing, tucking it into your pocket with her phone and leaving everything else where it landed. Preparing for the confrontation, knowing she’ll probably try to cover it again. No more running from it and no more hiding from it, you had her cornered with the proof that she was a liar. 

Hopping onto the counter in the bathroom, you waited for Nayeon to realize you’re there. The shower door is slightly open, she left it for your entrance. Opening her eyes momentarily to see you staring back at her, much like most mornings. 

This morning was different though, after the fight you got into that spread out over a week and the information you got this morning; there was a thickness in the air that wasn’t just steam. Almost visible in how it intimately caressed your heart into a conflicted mess of emotions, waging wars inside your chest.  

 “Aren't you gonna join me? I’ve got a blank canvas for you if you’d like to make more art out of me.” She coyly says, winking at you.

 Your cringe is covered by the steam coated glass, repulsed by the thought of this stranger touching you the way she used to. The trust was no longer there. Being past anger, past sadness, and clinging to the numbness so you could get through this conversation. 

Trying to keep your brain on track when Nayeon steps out of the shower and walks towards you, seductively. A thin layer of sweat is starting to appear on your skin as she gets closer to you, you’re trying to talk yourself out of the thoughts of what would happen if you just showered with her and forgot what you found. 

You can’t do that to yourself, you know that. You would never knowingly accept less than you deserve but your heart was fighting you with every step she took towards you.

She puts her wet hands on your thighs, allowing the material to cling to your skin, “why are you wearing these? Just so I can take them off?” Her pupils are wide as she fixates on your face watching you half glare back at her.

 Swallowing as you try to keep yourself from shaking as the numbness wears off and turns to despair and then shifting erratically to pure anger and then back to despair again. The pattern is familiar, you’ve lived it before a few times. Trying your best to conceal the rapidly changing mood and keep a straight face.

 It seems to go unnoticed as she parts your jean clad legs and slides her waist between them wrapping her arms around your neck. Shivering at the warmth of her skin against yours as her fingers lace through the hair on the back of your head, trying to get you to cave into her wants. 

Your body is definitely reacting to her being this close to you the way it always did. The ache in your core screaming at the familiarity but your mind is repulsed. How many times had she done this with Jihyo? 

Not pulling away, allowing her to set herself up, the same way she let you. Leaning into your ear, lips brushing against its shell as she whispers “I’d love to take this off, if you’ll let me.”

“Do you really think you deserve it after what you’ve done?” sternly leaves your mouth. 

Clench her thighs as you speak, she loves when you talk to her that way. Not realizing that your voice is heavy with a different type of malice, not the usual light hearted mask you wear for her when she wants some roughness. 

 Hands come off your neck and slide under the sweater. She’s relieved you don’t have a bra on as she scratches harshly down your back, like she always did during sexually driven moments much like this one, in an attempt to rile you up more. 

It works for a moment, you groan and chase after her lips as she teasingly pulls away from you. Challenging your power and being a brat, refusing what you were asking for to intentionally make things more heated. Two can play that game.

“Close your eyes and hold your hands out.” Softly spoken while only an inch away from her face. Her half lidded eyes looking up at you for a moment. The sparkle for you is still encapsulated in her big brown eyes. 

Immediately listening, placing full trust in you. Removing her from between your legs, you guide her back and against the glass shower door. It rattles on impact as she leans against it, inciting a gasp from her. 

Her hands are up and out, waiting for whatever you had in store for her.  She’s smiling up at you, eyes closed, intrigued about what you’d place in her digits. 

Reaching into your pocket and pulling out her phone and the picture. Looking at them one more time before placing them directly into her hands, almost as an offering, like it’s your ticket out of this mess you unknowingly found yourself in. 

“You can open them now.” Tone leaving little to mystery as it sneers out of you. 

Her brows furrow as she realizes something isn’t right. Nayeon opens her eyes and looks down at what you’ve placed in her hands. Confusion waves across her face until she sees the image of her and Jihyo kissing, staring back at her. Hearing the gasp leave her lips, a deep gust of air is still not enough for Nayeon as she almost starts to panic.

You’re out of the room in seconds, her quickly following behind you, she grabs onto the sweater leaving a wet handprint that matches the ones on your thighs. 

 “Please, let me explain!” she begs frantically and tugs on the sweater harder to try and get your attention while you’re gathering more necessities for your daily routines. 

“Drop the act, Nayeon. I don’t want to hear anymore from you.” Your tone is growing more callous as time goes on. It roughens up the few soft spots she had even if it was entirely her fault you were going through this life changing event.

 Her face shifts from worried to annoyed as you sprint around the room, not bothering to organize anything being placed into the backpack.

“And where are you going to go, huh?” she asks, tilting her head and dropping her arms to her side heavily, allowing her frustration to show for a split second before she remembers she’s still completely naked and dripping wet from the shower on the rug in your bedroom.

Taking a step forward to get in her face, you startle her, not expecting you, soft gentle y/n, to approach her in such a way. Leaning back when you stepped forward but not breaking eye contact. You watch her leg start to bounce as she gets more anxious realizing you were angry in a way she had never seen, fire behind your eyes noticeable as you adjust your stance to show her you weren’t backing down and you were no longer scared to lose her. 

Movement feeling foreign to her as she’s unable to keep calm like the Nayeon you knew of. Backed into a corner and baring her teeth as you confront her about her wrong doings, is an attempt to control the situation and she was about to try an old tactic that had worked previous to this. 

Playing with the belt loops on your jeans, she brings her voice back to the sweet one you used to know,  “Are you just going to keep running away from me? Or can we talk this out? I thought we were okay. I thought we could get past this together” Retorting in a semi-cooled tone. Eyes watering again and the block of ice in your chest is trying to thaw in you as she leans in to put her satin lips on yours for a small second of contact before you avoid the affection, knowing you’d crumble at the act. Not allowing yourself to fall into her grasp again, knowing she was willing to hurt you in an incomprehensible way, and feel no guilt.  

“That was before I saw those texts and before I found the bag of secret Jihyo shit in the closet, Nayeon!” 

Looking down at the phone you handed her to read the message. The realization of what’s happening washes over her face, it couldn’t be played off as a misunderstanding anymore. She had been caught red handed and had to deal with the consequences. 

Nayeon leaned in harder to her act of fake innocence, insinuating that you were in fact the big bad for violating her trust like she wasn’t the one who burnt yours to crisps and used the ashes as eyeshadow.

“Why did you go through my phone?” She crosses her arms, pushing her breasts together. She’s trying to distract you with multiple tactics but it wasn’t working, her act faltering when scrutinized. . 

Extremely angry, your brain couldn’t see her as anything other than an enemy. “Is that really what you’re worried about right now? Our entire relationship was a false front for you and Jihyo and all you can do is try to flip it on me?! …Who made you like this?” harshly asking just trying to understand what she had to gain from hurting you in such a way. 

“You don’t trust me?” Nayeon says sweetly, touching your torso again. Pulling away roughly, unable to  believe it’s even a question she thought would be a good to say out loud, when you both knew what the answer was. 

 “You have been cheating on me for the entirety of our relationship and you have the audacity to ask if I trust you? Fuck you.I gave you the opportunity to be honest with me and you threw it right back in my fucking face, Nayeon!” laying into her, letting out every drop of anger she caused you through your teeth.

“3 years of what?! You completely ruined everything, our entire relationship was fake so you could fuck Jihyo without suspension! So absolutely not, I don’t trust you in any sense of the word.” voice starting to crack as you tear up, “and to think I was actually going to propose to you” letting the sadness of the future lost memories drain out of you onto the person who caused it all. 

Speechless and not believing that the docile person who was head over heels for her could have such venom to spit. A new light is shining down on you as you display your livid behavior. Oddly, even more attracted to you than she already was, she was in a trance as she realized what you said. 

“You were going to…propose?” Quietly said back to you. Her eyes are saddened as she starts to understand the weight of her choices and all the things that will never happen again between the two of you. The guilt cuts deep, creating a sharp sting in her chest as a heart string popped.  

Rolling your eyes and open the drawer in the kitchen that normally is reserved for “junk” to pull out a little black box, slamming it on the counter. “I really wanted to…” allowing yourself to be vulnerable for a moment as she reaches out to open the jewelry box and sees the perfect ring. 

The pear shaped diamond in the middle was huge, with little diamonds laid into a rose gold band. This is how she described her dream wedding ring to you on your 3rd date. You wrote it down in the notes of your phone for the moment you would need it, thinking she was the one. 

Eyes matching the diamonds, sparking with light as they fill with tears. She never thought about how much you paid attention or how well you knew her. Too wrapped up in playing her role with both you and Jihyo to even think that you were set on her being the one you wanted to spend your life with.  

“I need you to tell me how it started. I need to know why.” speaking cold heartedly, keeping the distance between the two of you. 

“...It did start with a drunken night. That was true. I never tho-” She started as she lowered her eyes. 

“Look at me when you’re talking.” deliberately call her out, rattling her a little bit, her face turns red, eye wide as she goes to speak again.

“I never thought that it would go this far with her. I really was genuinely upset when Jihyo told me what happened the first time. I didn’t remember anything at all and then she convinced me not to say anything and then we hung out a few days later and…it happened again but sober this time and it just never stopped. There was no emotion behind it for me, I swear. I love you, not her.” 

A freight train crashes through you as you reel at the information hitting your ears. 

“You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to claim you love me when you’ve been living in a black light paradise with someone else this entire time.” hissing dispassionately to assert your words.

“But two things can be true at once, like you always say…” throwing back at you with a smirk knowing how much your own rhetoric being used on you makes you angry. 

Aggressively grabbing your backpack again and heading towards the door again, once intimidating, now a way to safety as you jerk it open, feening for escape from the heavy atmosphere. Your steps are quick and precise as you make your exit. 

 “I made a mistake, y/n. She’s not you. She will never be you.” Almost shouted at you as one foot stepped over the threshold. 

 “You were the mistake and I hope your guilt drowns you.” 

– 

An anchor pulls your heart to the bottom of the ocean. You told Nayeon to drown but it was you who couldn’t swim. Pulling harshly at your arteries as you sludge towards your car, feeling as if you’re moving in slow motion just trying to escape the shark infested waters.

Remembering this same feeling from before, but this one was much more certain. With the evidence in front of you, the admission from both parties, and the way Nayeon spoke to you- there was no more safety in who she portrayed herself to be. The illusion has smashed into shards of false love, leaving you to pick up the pieces. 

You drive to Momo’s house, not bothering to call before showing up, you don’t think you could speak anymore, your jaw is tense the entire way there to hold everything in. 

Walking up to the door and hitting the door bell, the dogs bark to alert their owners. The locks click open and the door cracks open to reveal a surprised Momo. 

“Y/n, what are you do-“ cutting her off as you collapse into her arms. You kept it together long enough to get to your best friend, but now the dam was broken and unable to contain the pure pain that was born from the cruelness Nayeon showed you.

Momo drags you into the house and sits you on the same couch you slept on days before, sitting next to you and trying to comfort you as you shake and sob, wrapping your arms around yourself trying to create a sense of safety for yourself that couldn’t be torn from you.

“Y/N, what happened?” Momo is so concerned with your inability to calm down, it’s starting to make her upset. 

Dahyun walks into the room, hearing the commotion. The loudness of your sobs ringing in her ears with her heart sinking into her stomach as she sits on the other side of you, joining Momo’s effort to comfort you. 

Shakily breathing as you try to regulate yourself yet again, this time it feels harder than the last because at least last time there was hope. You are only experiencing extreme sadness and betrayal, with a lot of anger mixed in it but there was no hope present.   

Unaware of how long you’ve been crying as Dahyun gets up “I’ll go make up the guest bedroom.” Rubbing your back as she walks past you. 

“Thank you,” you squeak out through your teeth, struggling to calm down. 

Momo has a look on her face that could cut diamonds. Anger radiating off her cheeks as she grabs her phone, taps it a few times and brings it to her ear quickly, she stands and taps her foot waiting for the other person to answer.  

Nayeon is heard on the other side, “is she with you?” 

Momo’s face is repulsed by this considering the state of you in front of her but she answers the question anyway,

 “Yes, what happened? She’s obviously not okay. Tell me what happened.” Momo’s arms are crossed, standing up she shifts her weight from one leg to the other. 

“I don’t know, she just got upset and left”

“Nayeon, I have known you for years.You’re lying. Y/N wouldn’t just show up sobbing uncontrollably for no reason, so tell me what happened or I'm hanging up.” talking with her hands, raising them in a frustrated manner as the lies keep coming.

“Well if she didn’t want to hurt herself she should have gone through my phone.” annoyance present in Nayeon’s tone.

Momo looks over at you, devastated for the second time on her couch pulling your phone out in silence and showing her the text thread screenshots you had taken earlier.

“It’s not as big of a deal as it’s being made out to be.”

“Are you serious right now?” Momo harshly questions as Nayeon continues. 

“Are you going to question Jihyo like you questioned me? Or are we just gonna pretend like she’s not part of this too?” 

The sharpness in her tone was something you had witnessed before but the taste of her name coming out of Nayeon’s mouth was unbearable.

Momo gasps at the new knowledge that has now been thrown at her. Completely statuesque, as she tries to wrap her mind around what Nayeon just said.

 Momo’s eyes look up on your screen to reveal the name at the top of the text thread: Jihyo  

The rush of emotions she was experiencing was overwhelming to her senses, momo’s voice choked with tears as she spoke to Nayeon.

“Wait…what did you just say? J is Jihyo?!” Momo says in complete disbelief, shocked at not only what she’s reading on the screen but by what she was hearing from one of the parties involved.

“Yes. So please call and interrogate her. Can I speak with my girlfriend now?”

“No, you can’t. I am not friends with people who do this type of thing, Nayeon. How could you do this to y/n?” she shouts through the phone, hunched over with a hand on her knee, trying to understand all the pieces of this complicated puzzle.    

Momo, trying to keep the anger she felt under wraps, started pacing in the room taking laps around the couch as she spoke. 

“Nayeon…are you kidding me? How long has this been going on?” Confused was an understatement, Momo was completely overstimulated with the information she was being given. 

 Never noticing the connection between how close Jihyo and Nayeon were, always sharing hotel rooms on tour, finishing each other’s sentences, the looks across the room, Nayeon staying at Jihyo’s house frequently…it was all starting to add up and Momo is seeing red over the pain of her best friend being hurt beyond belief, and by someone who was supposed to be her family. She was just as angry as you were. 

“Momo, I don’t want to do this right now, Can I please speak to Y/n? I’m trying to save my relationship and not be put under a microscope by you.” 

“I can’t believe you would do this. You spoke of Y/n like she moved mountains for you and this is what you’ve been doing behind her back? I’m disgusted with you and your actions…and I’m pretty sure she’s your ex-girlfriend now but you knew that already, didn’t you?” 

Momo hung up quickly, not caring about what Nayeon had to say back to her. More worried about you and your emotional state than anything Nayeon had to say.

 “Did she tell you why or was it her avoiding the question?” inquiring as she took a seat next to you, giving an apologetic look and a bear hug to try to make you feel better. 

“She told me enough for me to want to leave my home, technically she didn’t even tell me, I found a secret bag of Jihyo stuff in our closet with a bunch of pictures of them together, and one shot of them kissing, wax sealed love letters and jewelry.” Voice cracking and shaking as you bite back more emotion. 

Momo gasps as the story unfolds before her, she can’t believe what she’s hearing. It is so polar opposite of what she expected of her members. She always thought they were kind and loving. She imagines what y/n might be feeling in all of this. 

“I am so sorry. Please let me know how I can help you get through this.” reaching for you to pull you into a warm embrace. 

“Well, I’m definitely going to need to find a new apartment so if you want to help me with that I’d be grateful.” half chuckling through some tears, trying to add a little light into the situation. You hated the idea of someone else being upset because of this situation.

“Consider it done” Dahyun walked back in with swollen eyes, sniffling. She probably overheard the argument Momo just had and was reflecting the same amount of empathy as Momo was. 

“We can start tomorrow!”

—

About 3 weeks went by and you were slowly showing signs of your old self. You were going out with friends again, hanging out with Momo a lot, and starting to become present again, no longer constantly seeing the rewind of Nayeon’s innocence faltering behind your eyes. Still receiving texts from Nayeon at least 2 times a day. They served as a reminder of what once was. 

Momo and Dahyun were patient with you, letting you speak with them about the effects this trauma was having on your mental health. It’s always hard to watch your loved ones go through something this difficult but it was obvious that they were proud of how you were handling it, even if it was hard. They were always there to remind you that you could do hard things. 

Finding a 1 bedroom 1 bathroom that was close to Momo and Dahyun’s, signing the lease immediately. It was a slight upgrade to the studio that you and Nayeon occupied previously. The kitchen was bigger, the natural light was brighter, and the bathroom had a large bathtub that you could fully lay down in, which you were looking forward to. 

Spending a week finding the perfect furniture for it, designing the interior however you wanted and making it your own space without someone else’s opinion in the back of your mind was fun. You enjoyed doing this for yourself, fixating on something that had to do with you alone. You felt the ashes from previous ruin sprouting stems as you tried to move on.

You had really been focusing on yourself, trying to resurrect yourself after total devastation. Pulling out the roots, and planting good ones so later on you could reap the benefits. Changing the perspective of your brain was hard, but well worth it.

Being in a better place mentally and emotionally as your sense of stability was so close to being present again, you thought it was time that you continue with the last step of separating from Nayeon.

There was still some stuff you wanted to get back at your old apartment but you didn’t want to run the risk of Nayeon being there. You had no desire to face her, especially while you were still mending. You decided to reach out to her to let her know you’d be coming by to get the rest of your things. 

“Hey, I’m going to stop by today to get my stuff. I’d really like it if you weren’t there.“ You hesitate to hit send, not wanting to come off in a rude way. Quickly realizing how absurd that was and hit send. 

 “So now you reply? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for weeks… are you doing okay?” almost immediately after the message was delivered, like she has been staring at the thread waiting for you to say something. 

“That’s not your concern anymore. What is your schedule like this week? I won’t be long. I’d just like my things, thank you.” you replied with haste, just wanting this to be over. 

“I’ve got something scheduled at 5 today. You can come then if you really don’t want to see me.” 

You can hear the pout over the text message without any hint of it present in the text. This instinctually sparks sadness in you. Biting the inside of your lip and type out a few replies before deciding to just drop it. A wave of the past just flashed in front of you, causing you to fall into loneliness, something you’d fought to keep at bay. 

Checking the clock and it’s already 3pm, you finish up what you’re doing in the living room and take a cold shower before setting out to the apartment one last time.

–

Stepping into the once familiar place, you are hit with the smell of vanilla and sandalwood. “That’s odd” thinking to yourself, wondering if she’s left a candle burning as you walk in, sliding your shoes off by the door. She always forgot to blow them out after lighting them or would fall asleep on the couch with one lit. 

You were right, but with an added twist, the candle was burning in the center of the coffee table flickering against the shadows in the room around you. The flame was blocked out by the shadow of someone on the couch in the dimly lit space. 

“I thought you had schedules.” sighing, irritate at being met with another moment of dishonesty.

“I just needed to talk to you…” she whispers, she had been crying. Hearing it in her voice and seeing it on her face as she turned her back to the candle, taking in your features like it was the first time she’d ever seen you. A  tinge of hope runs through her, your face must be showing sympathy.               

“I needed you to be faithful and that was too much for you so I don’t really want to do any conversing with you.” asserting that you’re completely vexed by her as you walk into the bedroom to gather the rest of the stuff you were taking with you. 

Following you closely, a habit you used to think was cute as she watches you pick up small knick knacks from your childhood, clothes, and some other important tokens left behind. Sorting through every drawer to make sure you got everything, wanting this to be the last time you’re in the once shared life.    

Almosting touching you with how close her proximity was, she wondered if you’d give her some of your time so she could plead for you to stay when you finally spoke up. 

“Can you stop hovering so I can do what I need to and leave?” 

“Can you just talk to me for a second?” Nayeon replied equally annoyed and choked up as she watched you tuck all she had left of you away. 

Turning around to face her, “Fine! What do you want?” 

You’ve never shown her such apathy, the emptiness that rings in your voice hollows her chest out as she takes a few steps forward, you are surprised by the sudden closeness when she leans in and kisses you roughly. 

You gasp which leaves an opening for her to slide her tongue into your mouth, the neediness pouring out of her drenches you with adrenaline and you slowly succumb to her as she bites your lower lip and tugs gently. The world stops.

Every ounce of love you ever felt for this person came slithering back into your mind for a split second, followed by anger as you remind yourself of the betrayal. 

You can’t believe she’s just throwing herself at you. Body reacting exactly how you would expect when your recent ex partner kisses you like this, the familiarity of her hands on your body sends jolts of comfort and excitement through you and you aren't strong enough to fight the primal urge. 

Trailing her hand up your back under your sweater while keeping you distracted with her mouth and sinking her nails into your shoulders, dragging them slowly down your back, causing you to lean into the kiss even more, moaning into her mouth as she smiles. 

Falling into the trap she was setting and you knew it. 

Hands slowly find their place on her waist, she kisses your jaw whispering sweet nothings into your skin. 

“Baby, please stay” she lays another kiss farther down your jaw

“I know you missed this” laying another kiss

“You are always so hungry for me…show me”

She ghosts her lips up and returns to yours as she kisses you passionately, revealing pure lust as she grips onto you. Bringing your hands up to cup her face, allowing yourself to get lost in the breathy haze, heart pounding as you feel your body temperature rise, effects of the love that once was and the lust that now is. 

Spiraling in the dizzying moment,you and Nayeon sink into each other, closeness returning as you’re swept away by the intense feelings you’re both harboring. Hands are exploring as you fumble around, not allowing space between you as you both collapse onto the bed, hungirly taking each other in as you gain control, Nayeon is lost in the essence of you and it was your turn to hold the power.  

In addition to getting on top of her, you place your knee between her legs- just enough out of reach so that she couldn’t get a good position on it. You were going to give her this moment to remember and you were going to make her earn it.

The heat emanates off her as you rip off your sweater tossing it aside. She’s looking up at you like you put the moon in the sky as you reach your arm around and unhook your bra, letting the straps slide down your arms slowly, her eyes wide with anticipation as you remove it, throwing it on top of the sweater. 

Nayeon’s hands reach up, eyes darkened as she tries to touch you when you slam her hands back down into the softness of the sheets, pinning her to the mattress forcefully above her head, glaring into her with white hot anger.  

“No,” as you hold her in place, your body pressed against hers, faces close enough to feel each other's quickened breath. Nayeon sees the flash of spite in your eyes as you press your mouth on hers, it makes her ache while she is refracting desperation, subtly grinding on your thigh as she lets your tongue dance with hers.

Pulling back from the kiss to admire the sight before you; Nayeon is anchored to the bed by your hands, whimpering and grinding on your leg practically begging for you to fuck her. 

Faces return close enough for your lips to lightly graze, teasing her as you remind her where you stand, “Tell me… does Jihyo excite you like this or is this only for me?” with a sultry nuance. She squirms underneath you as you taunt her, her eyes flickering down to your thigh as she tries to grind into you to get some friction to satiate the ache you’re creating within her, only for you to pull your knee back just enough so she can’t reach it. 

 She whines “y/n…please, it’s only yo-” getting up before getting the full answer and dragging her legs to the edge of the bed letting them bend over the edge, pulling her shirt off frantically, exposing her tits. 

 The knot in her stomach tightens as she watches you become completely carnal, continuing toying with her. Lightly tracing her chest with your finger before you kissed her again, this time more aggressively as if you are claiming what had been yours. She groaned into it, always loving when you got like this, you’re ghosting your finger along the waistband of her sweats as you pull back from the kiss again and attacking her neck leaving a trail of dark marks down to her chest. 

“She’ll have to admire my artwork for the next week and I hope she enjoys it” leaving bite marks and bruises as you descend down slowly.

You take one of her nipples into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, you can hear her breathing hitch as you roughly pinch the other one. Without letting go of her bud between your fingers you detach your mouth and slide your other hand up to Nayeon’s throat, lightly squeeze and ask “Does Jihyo fuck you like the slut you are? Or does she leave you for me to ruin?” 

Nayeon let out a wail as the words cascaded off your tongue, completely bewildered at what is happening right now as she feels the intoxication of your agitated demeanor wash over her while she grows impatient. Pushing back and trying to take the power from you when you mimic your prior movements and slam her down on the bed, letting her know that wasn’t going to happen.

“Don't. Move.” Stoically said while standing up, sliding her pants and underwear off to reveal a string of arousal clinging to the fabric and the soaked mess that she was. She was already clenching around nothing. 

“Pathetic.” You smirk. 

“Does she ever make you this wet?” as you part her lips with one hand, gathering her arousal at her entrance with your finger, and slowly bring it up to your mouth, sucking it clean. She rolls her hips up at the sensation, body screaming for more. 

“I told you not to move.”

Nayeon whines loudly, “Please, Y/n…touch me” begging for some continuous form of contact and being sure not to move while your stand above her watching as tears well up in her eyes. 

“...so needy… does she make you beg for it like this?” the words daunting as they snake out. 

“You’re so good at lying, I’m sure she thinks you belong to her.” 

“What was it that you said earlier?” following up slyly while lowering yourself between her legs, knees on the floor and arms are wrapped around her thighs, with hands planted on her hips keeping them in place. 

“You’re always so hungry for me…” breathing out as you traces patterns on her lower stomach and bring your face closer to her pussy, 

“…show me” she sighs out as you dive down into her folds, moaning intensely as you tangle yourself between her legs. She feels you devouring her sloppily, not leaving a single place unexplored as she tries to buck her hips into your mouth.

Nayeon is seeing stars as past experiences flood back into memory, senses heightened as you consume her more possessively than usual. She loves this version of you. 

Hands holding onto her so tightly as you start sucking on her clit, she squirms under your grip, squealing at the erratic pattern traced with the tip of your tongue before giving her the rhythm she craved so desperately. 

Nayeon’s breathing gets heavier as you stick to the pace you know she likes, building her up to where you wanted her. The moaning gets louder as you continue lapping at her, hands go up to your hair, locking you in place as you bring her as close to the edge as possible. 

Hearing her high pitched whines and feeling her pussy clench around nothing, completely stopping everything that you are doing.  

“Wha?!-..” she let out a groan that could’ve shattered windows as you stood before her, watching her react to the orgasm being ruined. 

“Why would you do that?!” she groaned out, squeezing her legs together again. You lightly smack her thigh, telling her without words not to. The slap radiates through the room and leaves a small red hand print displayed. 

Enjoying the blissful anguish on her face as you licked the evidence right off your mouth while removing your pants and underwear. Getting on the bed, straddling her, wetness visible as it drips off of you, she looked up at you with wanting eyes, hips still rutting, and knowing exactly where this was going.

“Did you really think I’d give you what you wanted so easily?” you start scooting up so that your knees are on either side of her head, a mere inch from her face.

“You’ll have to earn it.” Leaning forward and head between your legs, tongue out already anticipating the taste of you. 

A gasp echoes in your chest as she licks the inside of your thighs, making sure not to waste a drop of you before taking one big slow lick up your slit, doing that several times, causing you to thrust into her more before attaching her lips to your clit and finding the rhythm she knew you wanted. 

Drowning in her all over again as you feel the knot in your stomach stir, you need more from her but she wasn’t going to give you that right away.

“Naye- ..fuck, just like that -on” you whine her name, slowly start to fuck her face. 

“More.”  Demanding breathlessly, feeling your release building throughout your body, muscles tightening as she shakes her head no, trying not to remove her mouth from you.

“Nay-“  a guttural moan stops you mid sentence, knowing what she wanted from you. 

“Baby…please, I need you” pleasure all consuming, you’re aching for her inside of you.

Before you can ask again, a long finger slides into your core and starts pumping forward to hit your g-spot a few times before adding another finger. 

Another loud moan, as you steadily rock your hips against her mouth, building on the list you were already feeling. Close to breaking, you feel one of her hands slide up to your chest and start tugging on your nipple, that’s what sends you over the edge. 

Throwing your head back as your breath quickens, grinding against her face, with a death grip on her hair. Shaking on top of her as your orgasm rips through you, she keeps going, letting you ride it out. 

“Good girl,” you say breathly as you scoot back to straddle her hips again, body feeling like static as you come down. 

Catching your breath while looking at her cum covered face, you know you aren’t finished with her just yet. Leaning up to you, wrapping her arms around you and kissing you. Tasting yourself on her as you pull her arms off of you.

“I missed the way you taste.” she cooed as you stood up again, half wobbling as you were still recovering. 

“Didn’t I say not to move?” sternly rolls off your tongue, her eyes widen as you push her back down roughly and spit directly onto her pussy. Not that you needed the extra lube, you spread it around her entrance before slamming 2 fingers into her.

“Fuck, Y/n…” she moans as you pump your fingers quickly into her, feeling how wet she is from the orgasm you stole. She thrusts harshly, forcing your digits deeper into her.

“You don’t cum until I say you can.” growled at her from between her legs - peering up to see her face, eyes clamped shut as she leaked out onto the sheets - impatiently waiting for you to stimulate her in some way. 

You can’t help but torture her a little. 

“Does Jihyo make you wet like this? Or is she a shit replacement fuck when I’m not around”

She doesn’t even hear what you’re saying while she’s writhing underneath you, completely fucked out and trying to focus on not cumming while you’re toying with her. Your mouth finds its way to her clit causing a frantic moan to rip through her chest, hands pulling at the sheets as she holds everything back.

“Ca- can I cum please?” She screeches between moans, nodding your head back to her while keeping the same circular motions going with your tongue on her clit, picking up the pace of the fingers inside her as she screams out - back arching, body tense, and clenching down on your fingers as she cums, gushing all over your hand. 

Trying to take a breath, she squeals because you never stop fucking her at a relentless pace; she’s immediately back to moaning your name. 

“Baby, What are yo-” words cut off as she loudly moans, giving her a second to try and finish the sentence. 

“Use your words” as you pick up the pace even more, holding her down onto the mattress with your left hand on her hip, pounding your fingers into her. 

Unable to speak coherently, almost screaming as she tries to formulate sentences. 

“You wanted to cum so bad, so give me another one.” Answering the question she couldn’t ask while snapping into her g-spot, bending down to put your lips on hers again, giving her a taste of herself as she moans into your mouth, unable to hold back from the feeling of being over-stimulated. 

She feels the tension inside her forming again, threatening to burst at any moment when you lean over to ghost your lips over her ear. 

“I bet Jihyo doesn’t make you cum like this.” Violent combustion dispels from her body as she tenses underneath you, screaming into your mouth and sinking her claws into your back while riding out her orgasm.

Both of you lay on the bed, attempting to catch your breath. She rolls over to you, and tries to curl up in your arms but you get up before she can get too comfortable.

“Baby, where are you going? Sleepily stated while staying on the bed.  

Silence as you put your underwear back on.

“Hello?” 

Silence as you slide your pants on 

“…are you leaving?” She says in a sad tone, leaning up on her elbows, watching you put your shirt on and gather all the stuff you came to get. 

“Yup.” 

She is in complete disbelief as you walk out of the bedroom door, hearing you put your shoes on in the kitchen and then hearing the door open. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?…what is that on your neck?” heard from the kitchen. Nayeon’s eyes widen as she realizes the time and the plans she made…with Jihyo. 

“I don’t really think she will be much use to you tonight but you’re more than welcome to try.” You say condescendingly to Jihyo as she stares at you about to walk out. 

“Oh, by the way” , turning your head to her as you open the door.

“I hope you like the way I taste. Enjoy.” smiling at her as you walk right out of the apartment. She stares at the front door in disbelief as she’s figuring out her next move, now in a similar position to where you were.

“Nayeon!” screamed loud enough for you to hear while you’re walking toward the elevator. Not even being able to help the smirk across your face knowing she’s about to get an earful. Laughing to yourself as you call the elevator.

-

Starting the ride home, you think about exactly what just happened. Unable to believe you allowed yourself to fuck Nayeon and act like that towards Jihyo. Thinking about it not with regret, but with a blend of malice and sadness. They were both important to you, previously but that’s reality anymore.

Looking into the rearview mirror at the complex behind you, almost a far-well glance for you as your phone vibrates in your pocket. 

Pulling it out to see Jihyo’s name across the top and hit the end button, sending her straight to voicemail. She calls again, same response. The third time your phone vibrates, you answer it 

“Can you stop calling me? I obviously don't want to talk to you.” sounding heavily annoyed. 

“…Y/n?” A familiar softness rings on the other line as you look at the phone number that isn’t saved.

“Oh…uhm, sorry…I thought this was Jihyo. I don’t have this number saved in my phone…”

“That’s alright” a small chuckle follows, “It’s Mina.”

"Mina?"

---

Take me Back to Eden - The Summoning - Part 5

[lycanlupins]

SFW Alphabet - Jimmy Darling

Warnings: None

AN: holy shit its been so long since i’ve written for the evan characters, sorry if its ooc but i missed this guy ♥️

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s very physically affectionate! He’ll hold his partner whenever he can, rub the back of their hand with his thumb, anything he can do to constantly be touching them.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would probably be wary at first if they weren’t a “freak”, but he would soon seen them at every show or nearly every show and start to chat them up a bit. He knows they don’t treat him any different and he’d probably let his guard down.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

BIG cuddler! He likes to spoon or cradle his person for sure. He’d probably give little back rubs or soft kisses on their temple/top of the head.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’s so domestic its actually probably annoying to everyone else. He wants to settle down, have kids, live the “american dream” life. Even if he adopts the kids, he wants the whole white picket fence and golden retriever vibes.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would tell them gently but firmly. He knows its for the best, what with everyone in any town hating him for the way he looks, and maybe he knew that his partner wouldn’t have thrived living with the rest of them.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He’s down for commitment 100%. He’d probably take some convincing but about half a year at the very most would be how fast he’d get engaged, he’s an old school kind of guy. He sees something he likes and he’s gonna make sure he keeps it close by.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He pretends to be a hard ass but he’s really a softie. He wants to be loved and held and coddled just as much as he loves to do that for others.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He’s got a solid hug for sure. Probably warm and inviting but also one that shows he’s a safe space and a protector.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’d say it so fast if he were drunk. Give him a bottle and he’d tell his partner after a few weeks of dating, but sober it might take him a month or two. He wants to make sure his partner is the one.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Big jealous man alert!! He’s one to hold his partner extra tight to him or kiss them around someone he’s a wee bit cautious of. He gets extremely jealous around people without a deformity flirting with his partner.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

They range from soft and sweet to passionate and hungry, but mostly they lie somewhere in between. He likes to kiss his partners hand a lot but he absolutely melts when his partner does the same for him. Especially when he’s feeling anxious, a soft kiss to his palm will soothe him immediately.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s good around children and wants them in the future, at least 2 to start, maybe 3-4 at the most.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Usually he’s up early doing physically intensive work but sometimes he likes to sleep in and hold his partner in the soft morning light.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Usually watching TV if he has one, if not he likes to relax with the radio quietly playing in the background and his partner by his side with cold beer in his hand.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s not an open book by any means. He’s cautious for a reason but after a few months he’ll probably start to open up emotionally. He won’t trauma dump immediately but you’ll learn a lot very quickly once he’s comfortable.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s not super patient, he has a quick temper and he’ll make sure he gets his point across whether the person likes it or not.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He takes in details super easily so he’d remember everything his partner tells him. He’d remember their favorite flower, favorite book, anything that makes them smile he would be sure to take note of.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment is probably meeting his partner. He would remember every detail of their outfit, if they were wearing makeup, what style their hair was in, he’d reminisce on every detail of that day when he’s feeling sad.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He would die or kill for his partner no questions asked. He puts his money where his mouth is but doesn’t expect the same out of his partner, he just wants to be sure they know he loves them through and through.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in a lot of effort, mostly physical labor, to make sure everything is perfect. He likes to work with his hands to show his love. Whether that be making something for his partner or driving them anywhere without letting them lift a finger, he wants to be sure they’re taken care of.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His drinking habits he picked up are bad for a while. He also has an awful temper and he’s stubborn. So very stubborn.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He knows he’s hot so he keeps up with it a little but really he just goes about his day without paying any mind to it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would feel so incomplete without his partner once he has them. Its like he’s missing half of himself without them around.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’s a sleep talker! Especially when he’s only half asleep or just barely fell asleep, he’d probably whisper cute or incoherent things to his partner which would make them giggle.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who’s a sloppy drunk. He’s dealt with it enough from his own bloodline, he doesn’t need to add any more of it to his life.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He sleeps sprawled out on his mattress unless he’s with his partner, then it can go either way with his partner curled up in his arms or laying on top of him with his arms wrapped around them.

[sparklingmineraltequila]

American Wasteland

Note: Finally, a Cassandra POV. Sorry that it's a tiny bit shorter but I have had one of most emotionally traumatising weeks of my life. Don't worry, next chapter I'm back on my shit with smut and all.

Warnings: 18+, drugs, alcohol, sex work, references to past abuse, domestic violence

Hot afternoons can feel like an impending scream. It's the mundanity about them that has always killed Cassandra. All the filth and despair of wide, yawning night with its neon lights and hookers on pavements and aching solitude is manageable; at least she can focus her misery on something concrete. But these baked afternoons, when the hours bleed into one amalgam of humming fans and beading sweat, plunge her into a white hot light of clarity at just how fucking sad she is. She's indulging herself too. Has been for the past three fucking hours, doing nothing but picking at her nail beds and staring at a stack of Crash's books against the wall and studying them. He dog-ears his pages, she already knows that, and from here she can see that he cracks the spines too, not surprising. Cassandra quickly pushes down the bubbling sentimentality she feels at the closeness of Crash in those simple acts. Harder still when thinking about those ice blues eyes, the absent minded twisting of a wedding band that's no longer there but the memory of an ex-wife that Cassandra knows nothing about but her name, that oily scent of tobacco on his fingers when he pushes them past her lips. The trailer door opens and he comes in: Crash holding a pharmacy bag,

'You're up,' he states, not daring to make eye contact after what transpired last night. Cassandra thinks it's the first sheepishness she's ever seen cross the stoic lines of his face. She doesn't reply.

'I got you some aspirin,' he continues, setting the bag next to the bed, regarding her for a moment longer which she returns with a glacial look.

'I don't have to talk to you,' Cassandra deadpans, not even bothering to sit up.

'I know,' Rust returns, with an equal frostiness that sends Cassandra into indignant fury.

'How dare you take that mild-ass tone with me,' she spits, now shifting to sit up, 'I got fucking drugged and fucked and then made a complete goddamn fool of myself spewing my guts on the side of the road like some fucking teenager.'

'You are a teenager.'

'I'm twenty fucking years old.'

'Oh you think that a couple months, some cussing and hard-ass attitude means you ain't a teenager. You've still got your goddamn baby hairs, Cassandra.'

He's right and it makes her sick. All the things that she's done to shed that oppressive sheath of girlhood to become a woman. Woman: the word always seemed glossy and unattainable to Cassandra. Fuck if she didn't practice at whatever she thought it entailed: learning how to properly inhale, switching from tights to stay-ups, conditioning herself to like beer by forcing herself to order Blue Ribbons when she went out. It would also mean a whole new type of navigation in her relationships with men; the idea of sex now lingering behind every exchange. Sex. It's what has practically defined her life since she went through puberty. Who to do it with, who not to, how to use it, how to make that biker think you want him without ending with your head bashed against the stage when he realises you don't. Cassandra has learnt to keep her desire and attraction to a minimum. Like with dope dealers, the dumbest shit you can do is get addicted to what you sell. Then Crash came along and fucked up her whole plan. In and out of stripping, pay for rent and save up for student debt, get away from dad and stay alive and sane. But no, not since that night that he came in that year ago, hair starting to turn from that golden to the caramel brown that it is now and cut surprisingly short for a biker. He'd sat with Ginger and a few other of the Iron Crusaders, nursing a Lone Star with a look. far more terrifying than the feral cruelty behind his companions' eyes: ice cold impassivity. A man with nothing to lose has a degree of violence to him allowed by his complete detachment to anything and anyone. Cassandra knew this and yet still locked eyes with him every time she saw him watching her on stage. Never a lap dance, though. She'd tried once and his disgust had made her feel smaller than any of the copious insults dolled out by her father,

'No.' Crash had said firmly, pushing her off with a surprising gentleness.

'It's fine, y'know. It's my job,' Cassandra had tried to reassure him, sitting next to him. He'd turned to look at her and had asked,

'How old are you?'

That had made her arch her eyebrow,

'19. Why? You like 'em older?'

To a less observant person, Rust's jaw muscle twitching would've gone unnoticed,

'Yeah, I do,' he'd said, shoving a twenty dollar bill in her panties' waistband, Cassandra noticing how he'd chosen to place it on her hipbone, 'Clear off, baby.'

'Want me to send over Rose? Red-head, real pretty.'

As Cassandra had said this, a burly Iron Crusader had called her name from across the club, making her turn,

'Yeah, baby?'

'Come bring that pretty, lil' ass over to daddy's lap,' the man had slurred, making Cassandra wince and start to head in his direction. That was until Rust had grabbed her wrist, halting her,

'Easy, Thunder,' he had called over to his fellow Crusader, 'I haven't decided whether to take this one for a spin, yet. She any good?'

'The best, Crash,' Thunder had cackled back, raising his beer in salute to him. With that, Crash had pulled her down into the booth next to him, lighting and a cigarette with complete disregard towards a confused Cassandra perched next to him. When she'd tried to straddle him again, he'd pushed her off,

'Listen, I have a quota to make so do you want a fucking lap dance or not?' She had huffed with a slight agitation in her voice that she hadn't yet learned how to conceal. In those days, she was hungry for it: money, sex, attention, security. Too hungry to learn how to manage it when it spilled over and tinged her tone in desperation.

'What's your quota?' Rust had asked through an exhale of smoke, seemingly uninterested.

'Around 50 dollars, at least.'

He'd arched his eyebrow at her,

'You tryin' to do one over me?'

'I'm desperate, not stupid. If I was trying to scam someone, I'd have picked some liquored up truck driver who hasn't gotten some since Missouri,' Cassandra had stated dryly, making Rust's lip quirk up momentarily.

'50 dollars, at least, by the end of your shift, huh?' he'd drawled, cigarette pinched between his fingers.

'Yeah.'

'What time's your shift end?'

'About another hour.'

'How much money are you on?'

'Straight floor work? About 40.'

Rust had reached into his back pocket and pulled out a tattered, leather wallet before putting down 5 ten dollar bills,

'50 but you stick with me until you're done.'

Cassandra had eyed the bills with suspicion and Rust dryly stated,

'Don't be an idiot, Cassandra. Take the fuckin' money and just sit your ass down.'

'You know my name?'

He had jerked his head towards a huddle of Iron Crusaders in another booth,

'You're popular.'

'Oh.' she'd nodded, slightly deflated by the implications. Rust had picked up on the tinge of shame in her eyes,

'Ain't no shame in it, baby.'

'You don't have to be nice about it.'

'I ain't nice.'

Cassandra had regarded him for a moment longer, thrown off by his apparent self-discipline,

'So, you're stuck with me for an hour. What do you wanna do?' she'd asked, tucking her knees onto the booth. Rust had barely spared her a sidelong glance,

'What're you drinking?'

'Jack and coke.'

He'd scoffed at that,

'You're nineteen.'

'And you're a biker running meth so who's breaking the law more, here?'

That had gotten a proper look from Rust, almost turning his head in her direction before handing his glass,

'How's straight whiskey?'

Cassandra had taken the glass from him and taken a straight gulp while being watched by an impassive Rust,

'What's your name, baby?' she asked in a saccharine tone, a slight tilt to her head.

'Drop the act.'

'I don't have a fucking act. This is how I talk.'

Rust had hummed at that,

'Crash.'

'Crash, huh?'

'Yeah. Crash,' Rust had replied, fixing her with a cold stare. Cassandra had nodded, slightly intimated,

'Ok, Crash.'

A schoolgirl crush had morphed into a worrying codependency that had left her strewn on his mattress, in a semi-catatonic state. Worst part is: Cassandra cannot bring herself to hate him. The sickest part of her is even hoping that he kind of finds her attractive like this: at her rawest, most ugly state. She doesn't know how much longer she can keep the jig up; this near constant state of self surveillance is weighing on her heavily and this lacquer of practiced indifference is eroding. Fast. Even now, as Crash places a glass of water, a carton of Marlboro Golds and a bag of those plasticky powdered donuts by the mattress, she can feel her resolve faltering; trying to ignore the small disappointment that he cares so little to concede her her cigarettes. The grit in her wants to right-hook him hard and run away from this place, but she can't and she won't. She doesn't have anywhere left to run and the humiliation of having to ask to crash with one of her fancy college friends gnaws at her. She notices him staring at her, crouched by the mattress. Burying her head in the pillow, she mumbles,

'Stop it. Please stop it cause, I swear to god, that I'll cry if you don't.'

'Cry, then,' Rust mutters, 'Ain't no shame in it.'

'Yes, there is. A lot. Crash, I'm-I'm a whore,' Cassandra chokes out in a sob.

'Hey-Hey, you never fuckin' say that ever again. You hear?' Rust says, voice raising slightly as he clasps her jaw with his hand, 'What happened last night was me, all me. You were high out of your fuckin' mind and, even if you weren't, you couldn't had said no if you wanted to.'

'But I liked it.'

Rust ignores the heat that pools in his gut at those words,

'That don't make no fuckin' difference.'

Cassandra brings her hands to her face, trying to conceal her tear streaked cheeks. A futile endeavour, given the heaves of her sobs,

'It ain't even that. I've been a stripper since I was eighteen. Eighteen, Crash. What the actual fuck is wrong with me?!'

'You were a desperate, little girl with a daddy who beat her and no other choice in this cesspit of a fuckin' world other than to strip for men like me.'

'Not for men like yo-'

'Yes, Cassandra. For men like me. Stop making fuckin' excuses, you're smarter than that,' Rust borderline snarls, her chin still grasped in his hand as he shakes it slightly, emphasising his words.

Cassandra stares at him for a moment before she gives Rust the type of embrace that she hasn't given since she ran up to the police officer who pulled up, just as her dad burst out of the house with the jagged end of a bottle of malt liquor in hand. She buries her nose between the seam of his leather jacket and his faded t-shirt, inhaling deeply: sweat, Camels, beer, faint scent of deodorant. She moves her head up to thank him in the only way she knows how to and starts to kiss his neck. Rust gently grasps her shoulders to pull her away,

'Not now, baby. Tomorrow but not today.'

'I can-'

'You ain't in the right state of mind. I can see it. You ain't my Cass, right now. You're that scared little girl tryin' to reconcile the fact that her daddy has hit her for the first time and that it ain't gonna be the last.'

Cassandra flinches at that,

'Why the fuck would you bring that up?'

'To remind you that you should be scared.'

'Of you?'

'Of any man.'

Cassandra eyes him narrowly as he stands up,

'You heading out?'

'I'll be back, tonight.'

'Can you hand me a book?'

'Which one?'

'Something relatively chill.'

Rust goes to his stack against the wall, runs his hand down and stops at a book before lifting up the ones above it and slotting it out. He hands it to her,

'First bit of philosophy I ever read. I think most of what he preaches is placid bullshit but it ain't too intense a read.'

Cassandra takes The Stranger from Rust's hand and briefly flicks through the pages before landing at the first one. She squints to read some pen scrawl,

Houston, 1987,

For all those sleepless nights and to kickstart those philosophy courses that you've been mentioning,

From Claire to Rust

Cassandra's head snaps up, brow furrowing. She recognises one name, not the other. Her voice is gelid as she ask,

'Who the hell is Rust?'

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now playing: wicked smart

this track: 2. roll credits!

content warnings: light nomin! actual cw for classist bullshit, yn threatening violence lmfao, discussion of ayn rand ryan's notes: was too sick to go to classes today so you guys are being blessed w a double update <3 look out for the SUUUPER long (and probably cringe asf) written portion under the tweets lol... ignore timestamps as always, formatting is actually ass for this post i am So sorry!! but hopefully its enjoyable nonetheless :)

yn's friends always said that yn could spot a jerk from a mile away. it was a talent that they'd honed for years in the city's public school system, where getting bullied for living in the city's run-down areas was commonplace for both yn and jeno. yn was pretty good at brushing off nasty comments, and often openly acknowledged the fact that they've lived their whole life as little more than a gutter rat. when it came to jeno, however, it was different. kind, reliable jeno, who picked yn up each night to carpool to work while they worked at the same shitty bar. jeno, whose eyes crinkled into half-moons at yn's antics ever since they first met in kindergarten; whose shoulders - made strong by a couple years working in construction prior to becoming a bouncer - always slumped when his social efforts were shot down by some high-and-mighty prick.

that was why yn watched the conversation between jeno and the pretty guy he'd been making goo-goo eyes at with a slight smile tugging at their lips. it was also why yn's mood shifted into bone-deep annoyance once they heard some snide, nasally voice cut through the warm murmur of jeno and his new friend's conversation.

"hold this, and don't drink it," yn mutters, shoving their half-finished gin and tonic into hendery's hands. yn ignores yangyang's laugh as they push through the press of bodies gathered around the bar, choosing instead to focus in on whatever's going down between jeno, pretty guy, and the snob who's interrupting their moment.

"you don't exactly strike me as the literary type, uh..." the interlocutor trails off, waiting for jeno to supply his name.

"my name's jeno," jeno replies, his tone clipped. "and i'm not sure what that's supposed to mean, dude."

"chris..." the pretty guy sighs, clearly familiar with this man's antics, but this chris fellow continues anyways.

"no, i didn't think you would, jeno," chris replies, the words dripping with barely-concealed disdain. "that's a shame. i was hoping we could have a productive discussion on ayn rand's literary influences, especially since this is, y'know, a bar for college students."

yn can feel their facial expression pinch with irritation, but they're too thoroughly pissed off to care about what impression they're giving off. not when there's some asshole trying to make their best friend look like an idiot.

"rand, huh?" yn cuts in, setting a hand firmly on jeno's shoulder. "the moron who wrote atlas shrugged?" seeing chris nod, albeit warily at this newcomer to the conversation, yn continues.

"alright. she liked the moral core of works by of dostoyevsky, schiller, and hugo and tried to replicate it in her own writing. but, because she went around ripping the style of anyone she thought would make the best 'gotcha' towards the soviet union, her body of work consists entirely of shit that's more fit for use as toilet paper than it is as the focus of any sort of rigorous academic discussion."

chris fumbles over his words for a moment. "that's - ayn rand wrote some of the most intellectually challenging fiction of her time!" he protests, only to be cut off once again.

"... and now you're ripping john david lewis to defend her! like author, like fanboy, i guess," yn interrupts, pausing for a moment before leaning in slightly. "now, do you have anything original to contribute here, or are you gonna keep plagiarizing the idiots that came before you to try to make my friend look dumb? 'cause if it's the latter, y'know, i wouldn't mind taking this conversation outside."

chris blanches at the idea of a fight, and yn looks on with undisguised satisfaction once he finally fucks off. jeno's shoulders sag with relief as he watches chris' retreating form.

"thanks," jeno says, turning to look between yn and the cute guy. "jaemin, this is yn. yn, jaemin." jaemin looks like he's about to greet yn when a wobbly hendery drapes his arm around yn's shoulders, with yangyang giggling right behind him. he hiccups, sets the now-empty glass down on the bar counter, and leans his weight against yn.

"my buddy's wicked smart!" hendery chimes in, his words a bit slurred from drinking. "now, big brain, where's the bathroom? i gotta go piss."

yn shoots jaemin and jeno an apologetic look before focusing on scolding hendery for finishing their drink. yangyang, looking like he's having the time of his life, drags hendery towards the men's room, with yn still supporting him as he walks. they're too caught up with being the responsible adult to notice mark staring at them with open admiration as they walk by.

bonus!!!

jeno got jaemin's number right after that <3

the night's not quite over yet though....

anyways here are the drink orders!! hendery and yangyang got green tea shots (managed to order 4 rounds before the bartender got annoyed. rip bozos), yn got a gin and tonic obvi, jaemin and hyuck split a cheeky marg, jisung got a vodka redbull, mark got a beer.

jeno did not drink because he's a good designated driver; mark and co. all drank because they all live basically within walking distance of this bar :)

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[dansevilpianotea]

what are some phancoded songs?

hiiii omg thanks for the ask!! i absolutely love talking about songs i associate with my interests!! (autism has been activated to the highest degree so this will be a long post, you have been warned)

here are some of what i think are classic dnp coded songs:

Guys by The 1975 (i see this as more about the phandom than about dnp tbh but its very very dnp coded no matter how you interpret it) That's So Us by Allie X Still into You by Paramore The Only Exception by Paramore

i have a whole ass 100 song long playlist about dnp but let me give you my favourites that aren't the usual classics:

Eighteen by Pale Waves

This city depresses me But you try to be everything I need We sat on the corner kissing each other Felt like I could finally see in colour I was 18 when I met you Poured my heart out, spilt all my truth I finally felt like I could feel for the first time When I met you

i mean????? thats 2009 dan and phil????? dip and pip??? hello!!??

also fun fact!!: this band is from manchester and this song was written by their non-binary drummer and lesbian lead singer (who lowkey gives lesbian version of dan). you should rlly listen to pale waves. idek if theyve heard of dnp but theyre true phannies to me.

Starlight by Muse

this song, man. never heard of muse until i got into dnp and then i this song was the first one is listened to.

Hold you in my arms I just wanted to hold You in my arms

i feel like it says sth about the expectations of being in a relationship while also presenting yourself on a massive public platform. wanting to be authentic and produce content^tm vs. being closeted and wanting to protect your relationship. 'I will be chasing a starlight, Until the end of my life, I don't know if it's worth it anymore'. Is worth it to constantly push the content out while feeling like a fraud for being inauthentic about your identity? 'And our hopes and expectations, Black holes and revelations'. the future may seem very dark and hopeless sometimes, it may not turn out how we expect or hope, but only once we face instead of fight it (embrace the void etc) we will forgive our past selves and see that the future really is bright. so yes, very dnp coded.

Anniversary by Autoheart

Years of nothing have subsided We have fixed each other up Giving you up? What are you on about? I'll never give up believing in us Giving you up? Now why would I do a thing like that? No I’m not giving you up, no way I will never stop when it comes to you

this song is not only dnp coded (kind of an october 19th theme song) but also has gained a new meaning since the return of dnp games <3. they didnt give up on us. they came back. and we really helped each other get here <3. think about it like that when listening and i guarantee you will be sobbing. the song also has some marriage themes bc theres wedding vows during the bridge so i will just let you live with that <33

Where the Lines Overlap by Paramore

Tracing patterns across a personal map And making pictures where the lines overlap No one is as lucky as us We're not at the end but oh, we already won Call me over And tell me how Well, you got so far Never making a single sound I'm not used to it But I can learn

we werent ready for their comeback / we're still learning to get used to it / just look at them / boiling frog theory / hard phaunch / do i need to say more

Yellow by Coldplay

this song became part of my playlist when phil didnt know a single coldplay song. unfortunately i cant take it serious anymore after dan was turned into a golden pig, then was literally glowing golden during a book event all while #pissyourself4dan was trending and every phannie on twt made their pfps yellow. i will curse your mind to with the lyrics and mental imagery: (im sorry but im also not bc this is how my autism thinks humour works)

Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow ✨✨ Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful ✨✨✨ And you know, you know I love you so 💛

✨✨✨

(im sorry again)

Safe & Sound by Tonight Alive

Dan in BIG: "for the first time since I was a tiny child I actually felt safe."

Nothing compares to what we share I don't have a care in the world Cause even if it all came crashing down, As long as you're around, I'll be safe and sound. 🧡

ending it with a nice one because its beautiful and sappy and its so them afterall. they really won rpf.

thank you for this ask, i enjoyed answering it!! (im sorry for taking so long. im on day 11 of a cold so ive not had much energy.)

[hatchetfield-omegaverse]

Hail Petey, Full of Grace Chapter 3

Chapter 3; The Good Shepherd

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Summary:

“Who says Jerry doesn't know?”

“Come on.” He almost laughs at her weak defense. “We both know that if Boy Jerry found out that I was, in your own words, preaching to the campers he'd have me back in solitary for the rest of camp.”

They've reached the Gomorrah Cabin by now, and Pete doesn't bother waiting for her answer before going inside and plopping down onto his bed. He expects Jeri to leave him, she probably has a million things to do around camp, but she doesn't. Instead she walks in and sits on the bed beside him.

“He really does care about you, you know?” She says after a moment. Pete doesn't bother hiding the snort she illicit. “I mean it. He cares about all his campers.”

“Well he has a funny way of showing it.”

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A/N: And after taking a short break for the holidays we are back! This was originally going to be just one chapter, but I went feral and wrote 17k words, so I decided to break it into two chapters for an easier reading experience. I hope you'll enjoy!

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Ted,   

It feels silly writing you this letter. Calling you would be so much easier, but of course the Jerries don't allow any phone calls unless they're for ‘an actual emergency’. I don't know how calling my brother could increase the urge to masturbate but they're pretty insistent that it would, so we're stuck writing letters. Steph keeps joking that it makes her feel Amish. 

The baby is doing well so far, Steph and I've started calling them Bean until we have a name picked. They decided they want to take martial arts like their uncle, and they keep practicing on my liver. Apparently they're the size of a butternut squash now (at least that's what that book Emma got me on baby development says) but I swear they feel bigger. The morning sickness finally stopped, thank god, and now they're on a mission to get me to drink as much chocolate milk as possible. Steph says they take after me.

Camp has been okay. There were some hiccups settling in the first week, but everything seems to be settling down now. The Jerries are every bit of crazy as you said they were, especially Boy Jerry. You'd think that stick he has shoved up his ass would be counterproductive to the whole ‘abstinent for life thing’, but I doubt he'll remove it anytime soon.

Girl Jeri is slightly better, I suppose. She just pities me I think, which is better than acting like my very existence is offensive. And she lets me skip any camp activities that are too physical for someone in my condition so that's a plus. 

The rest of the campers are nice at least. Alice is at camp this year- I guess her mom decided to send her cause she kept sneaking out- so I know two people here.  Well, three if you count Grace Chasity. She's in her element at camp, since she's  probably the only person who genuinely enjoys the whole abstinence thing. I thought she was a lot before, but her antics at school have nothing on the stunts she's pulled at camp. 

She's gotten really overbearing excited to help with the pregnancy too. She's already claimed herself as the baby's godmother. I can't even tell you how many Bible stories she's read to Bean. At least she's friendly though. I'd rather have Grace as a friend than an enemy. 

She's also really worried about Bean being born out of wedlock, so much so that she's convinced the Jerries to hold a wedding for Steph and I during parents weekend. She's sending out invites to all the parents as I write this, so I'm sure your invitation will get there shortly. Honestly we almost said no to the wedding, but the look on Boy Jerry's face when he realized he'd have to let us share a cabin convinced us. Besides, I already know I want to spend my life with Steph, so it's not that crazy.   

I can't wait to see you at parents weekend. There's so much I want to tell you, but its better if we speak in person. I lov I'll be glad to see you again. And even gladder to come home with Bean and Steph. See you in two weeks.

                                        -Peter Spankoffski 

“Last call for mail!”

Pete jumps at the sound and hurriedly stuffs his letter into an envelope, placing one of the camp's custom Camp Idontwannabang stamps (complete with a cross and dove) in the corner before rushing to the main building where a line of campers is already forming. He groans at the sight, knowing Bean is going to Hate™ waiting in that line just to mail a letter. 

Still, there's nothing he can do about it: his letter needs to get mailed this week so he can tell Ted about the wedding before the invitation comes. So, already dreading the ache in his back this will cause, Pete gets in the back of the line. Well he tries to at least. But, just as he's gotten in the line, Grace comes running to the building holding a sack, a literal sack, of letters. 

“Make way, I need to mail these wedding invitations. We don't want any of our parents not to have a gift for the parents of Christ, do we?” She says, elbowing her way to the front of the line. The other campers, to Pete's shock, let her cut past them without a single complaint. Then again, he supposed it wasn't that shocking that they'd let her do that. It was becoming very clear that Grace Chastity held all the real power at Camp Idontwannabang. 

“Pete!” She spots him and runs over. “Why are you waiting in line?”

“I want to mail a letter?” He states, as if it isn't obvious. “To my brother, just to tell him about the wedding.”

Grace sighs, shaking her head at him as if he was dumb. Then, in a swift motion, she's adjusted her sack and grabbing his hand. “You still don't have to wait in the line.” She says as she pulls him forward, “You're carrying the Messiah, you go first.” 

“Grace I don't think that's a go-”

“It's fine. Look, you said that the baby gets fussy when you're stuck in long lines right?” He nods at the question. “Then this is for the good of the baby. Now come on. Okay everybody, out of the way, mother- sorry- father of christ coming through.” 

They're at the front of the line before Pete can say another word. “Here we go. I made one for everyone on your list, and all the parents coming to camp.” Grace says as she places the sack on the table. Then she reaches into a pocket and pulls out a baby blue envelope. “And this is for my parents. They'll be so excited for you.”

Boy Jerry looks at the pile and grimaces. “Don't you think that's a lot of invitations Grace? I doubt every parent needs to know about the wedding, they're visiting to check on their children after all.”

“Pardon my French Jerry but pish posh applesauce. Who wouldn't want the opportunity to see the parents of Christ get married? It's historic. Why, if I thought it was a good idea, I'd contact the news so they could televise it.”

Pete pales at the mention of the news. The last thing he needed was Day Reynolds and Donna Daggit reporting on his wedding. “Please don't contact the news, Grace.” He blurts. 

“You don't want the news here, Peter?” Boy Jerry turns on him, his ever present smile turning almost predatory. “Why on Earth not? Don't you want people to know you're carrying Christ, S-man?” 

“I…”, Pete swallows, trying to come up with an answer. Fuck, he should have just kept his mouth shut. 

“It's for their safety, Jerry.” Grace cuts in before Pete can come up with an excuse. “Look at how King Herod pursued Jesus. And now the world is so much more connected than it was when Jesus was born. Imagine how many awful people would try to hurt the little Messiah if they found out now. So it's safer if Peter pretends he's having a regular baby, isn't that right Peter?”

“Yeah.” Pete nods, ever thankful for Grace's ability to use the Bible to justify anything. Really, it should concern him how good she is at that, but that's a problem for another day. “I want Bean to have a normal childhood, not one where they're hunted by strangers for being the second coming.” 

“Exactly. I didn't even put that on the invitations.” Grace nods. Pete quietly thanks whatever god is listening that she left that off the invitations. God knows what Ted would say if he saw that . It's better if only certain people know for now.” 

“Then why, if I might ask,” Jerry starts through gritted teeth, “did you tell everyone at camp? That's a lot of people to trust with your secret.”

“Well this is a godly camp, isn't it?” Pete counters, thinking on his feet. “I knew that none of you would want to see my baby hurt. Especially you, Boy Jerry. I mean, what kind of godly man would want to see a baby harmed? Let alone a baby that's the Messiah.” 

Jerry nods in response, looking like he sucked on a lemon. Pete has to stop himself from laughing as he puts his envelope in the mail bag. “There we go, I wanted to personally invite my brother to the wedding.” 

“Right.” Jerry nods, the vein in his head bulging. “Well if that's all you should get back to your afternoon activities.” 

“Of course.” Grace says, voice as chipper as always, and drags Pete away. “See you at the evening sermon Boy Jerry!” 

Pete waits until they're just out of earshot before breaking down into laughter. “Did you see his face?” He says between bouts of laughing. “I thought his head was going to explode when you mentioned King Herod.” 

Grace watches for a minute before she's infected with his laughter, tears welling up in her eyes and clutching her sides from the force of it. They stand there like that for a moment, laughing in the middle of the Witchwood like a couple of fools. Pete's sure that anyone who saw them would think they were insane, but he honestly can't bring himself to stop. 

“Thank you.” He says when he's finally able to stop laughing. “For defending me all these times. You've been a good friend, Grace.” The most shocking part is that he means it. Prior to camp he never would have considered Grace Chasity a friend, she was an acquaintance at best, but now? 

She'd stuck her neck out for him multiple times now, gone to solitary for him (a fate that Grace clearly considered worse than prison). Even now, with the Jerries too afraid of another mutiny to actually punish him, Grace protected him every time Boy Jerry so much as implied that he was lying. 

That had to make them friends right? Even if it was all based on a lie. 

“Of course, Peter. I can't let Boy Jerry besmirch your or the baby's reputation.” Grace shakes her head. She goes quiet for a moment. Then, so softly Pete almost doesn't hear her, she speaks. “You know, I've known the Jerries my whole life. I looked up to them for staying abstinent as adults despite the pressure from society. Boy Jerry was the one who taught me that I need to control how I behave so others don't have lustful thoughts. But what they did: calling you a liar, locking you up, denying your baby as their savior. I can't believe that they would do that. I never thought of them as Pharisees.”

“Well,” he swallows, looking for something to comfort her with, “they might come around. People didn't believe Jesus at first, did they? He had to prove himself as the savior before he gained followers.” He says hoping his (poor) knowledge of the Bible won't fail him. 

“I guess you're right. It's just disappointing.” Grace maneuvers around his bump to hug Pete. He returns the gesture, clearly she needs the comfort. “Thank you for showing me the truth. I'm glad God picked you to bring Christ back to Earth.” 

“You're welcome, Grace.” He says, thankful she can't see his wince at the lie. 

Part of him wants to move on, to change the subject to something less uncomfortable, but the sound of her saying, ‘ control how I behave’ keeps playing on his head on repeat. Grace had been taught that since she was a kid. All the campers here had been taught that. It was no wonder she was like that . 

Pete's parents, Anna and Buster Spankoffski, had died before they'd gotten to have the talk with him, but they'd always made sure that he knew that no meant no. And Ted… Ted had stressed the importance of consent from the moment he'd adopted Pete, in his own Ted way of course. He could still remember the talks. ‘ Okay Petey, if anyone ever touches you and you don't want that, you knee them right in the dick. Understood?’ 

Grace never learned any of that from the church. But maybe that could change. She certainly trusted him, and the others trusted Grace. Pete's not sure what to say to her, but he knows he can't let this slide, not when he might have the power to change it. So, before he's even realized what he's doing, Pete opens his mouth and- 

“Grace? You know that stuff Boy Jerry told you about controlling how you behave is wrong, right?”

Grace stares at him like he's grown a second head. “No, it's true. If I act like a harlot I’ll lead men to sin. I’d be no better than Lilith.”

“But that's not true. It's their job to control how they react.” Pete thinks back to all the Bible stories she'd told him so far, looking for any evidence. He's not as good as Grace at twisting the Bible to suit his needs though, so he comes up empty. “Doesn't Jesus say to pluck your eyes out if they cause you to sin?”

Grace nods. “Yea in, Matthew 5:29.” 

“There you go then! Even Jesus doesn't think that. If someone looks at you with lust, that's not your fault, it's theirs.” 

“But the Jerries are pastors. Why would they get that wrong?” 

“They think I'm lying don't they? Maybe they're wrong about other things.” 

Grace blinks once. Then twice. Pete can almost see the gears turning in your head. “You're sure?”

Pete nods. Time to go in for the kill. “God picked me to carry the Messiah right? That must count for something.”

“I guess you're right.” Grace nods. Then she goes silent and stays that way as they walk. Pete is just beginning to question if he's done something wrong when she finally speaks again. “I need to go back to my cabin. I'll see you later, Peter.”

Then, without another word, she's gone. Pete sighs as he watches her walk away. He watches her until she reaches her cabin, disappearing from sight. It's only when she's gone does turn and heads towards the lake, hoping he can find Steph. He can only hope he did the right thing.

-

It isn't until after dinner that Pete sees her again: the evening sermon has just ended, Boy Jerry having spent it warning the camp of the danger of deceivers. He'd pivoted away from his usual talks on the importance of abstinence as of late, instead choosing to focus on false prophets. He's never too direct of course, not wanting to incur Grace's wrath once more, but it's still obvious who Jerry means when he speaks.

Pete, for his part, is picking and choosing his battles and this isn't worth the effort. Besides, it's funnier watching Jerry fume when he doesn't react. So he pretends not to notice how Jerry looks at him every time he mentions snakes in the grass, or how every day less and less people are paying attention. 

Luckily, it was the last sermon of the day, and Pete can spend the rest of the evening enjoying himself. So he's with Steph, sitting under an old oak tree, coming up with baby names.

“I'm not naming our child Eleanor, Pete.” Or well, trying to come up with names. They'd mostly been shooting down suggestions. Not that Pete was complaining, of course. He was just happy to spend some time with her. 

“What's wrong with Eleanor? It means shining light, which is pretty and we can call her Ellie for short. And she can have Eleanor Roosevelt as a role model.” 

Steph snorts. “So, you don't think I'm enough of a role model, is that what you're saying?”

Pete blanches. “No, I didn't mean that at all. I just meant-” 

Steph presses her lips to his in a quick kiss, effectively stopping all thoughts. She pulls away, giggling, and shoves his shoulder playfully. “Dude, I'm just messing with you.” 

He sighs in relief. “Oh thank god. I don't want you to think that I think you're a bad role model or something. You're amazing. It's just good to have multiple role models, you know?”

Steph smiles at him. “You're such a nerd, Spankoffski.” She says in lieu of an answer.

Pete can't help but laugh at that. “Maybe. But I'm your nerd.” He retorts. 

“Damn right, you're mine.” She says with such ferocity that Pete has to look away to keep from blushing. Honestly it was rude of her, teasing him like that in abstinence camp of all places. Especially when she knows how his hormones have been lately. 

“Okay. Back to names before I do something that gets me thrown in solitary again.” He says, trying to think of anything to cool his racing heartbeat down. Eventually he settles on Boy Jerry naked, and that seems to do it. 

Steph laughs again. “Fine, but I swear once we're married…” She doesn't finish her sentence and Pete can only imagine the things she has planned. “What about Alexis?”

“Ehh, it's okay. I like Alexandria better though.” He says then, after checking that the coast is clear, lays his head on her lap. The counselors had been more lenient about letting them be alone since their engagement, but Pete doubts they'd let something like this slide. He already knows they'd consider his head way too close to her crotch. 

“We can put it in the maybe list for now.” Steph says, reaching down to pet his hair. Pete sighs at the touch: Steph had always been a fan of resting her head in his lap and letting him play with her hair. Of course, she hadn't been able to do that since he'd started showing, the bump taking up too much room on his lap for her to feel comfortable. Never one to give up, she'd taken to reversing their roles, pulling his head into her lap and playing with his hair instead. He'd been against before, feeling awkward with that level of intimacy, but the first touch of her hands against his scalp. Her touch always seemed to relax him, his stress melting away under her careful ministrations until all that was left was them. Pete definitely understood why Steph loved it so much. 

“What about Amelia?” He asks, closing his eyes. He could definitely fall asleep like this if he wasn't careful. 

“I like Amelia but I feel like everyone would call her Mia, which I don't like.”

“Fair.” Pete says. “Remind me again why we need a girl's name again? I'm positive we're having a boy.” 

“Because the doctor couldn't tell us for certain, remember?” 

“Oh, right.” He'd gone in for one last appointment the week before camp, knowing that he wouldn't be able to make any more appointments over the summer. After giving him plenty of pamphlets on the signs of pre-eclampsia and making him promise to call if he felt the slightest big off, the OBGYN had given him one last sonogram in hopes of finding out the gender. It was all for naught though: Bean had kept their legs fully crossed the entire appointment, and no amount of coaxing could convince them to move. Eventually Pete had resigned himself to not knowing, but every fiber of his being screamed that he was having a boy. 

“Besides, with our luck we'll plan for a boy and have a girl. It's better to be prepared.” 

“Alright, alright, I concede. You're right.” Pete snorts. He wants to say more but before he can, his attention is caught by the large group coming towards him. “What the hell?” He mumbles as he sits up. 

There's at least 10 people in the group, all girls, probably 12-17 if Pete had to guess, but that's not what catches his attention. No, instead it's Grace who catches his attention, leading the group with her Bible pressed firmly to her chest. She walks right Pete, the rest of the group stopping a few feet away, and looks him dead in the eye before speaking. “Tell them what you told me earlier.”

“What?” Steph asks. 

“Tell them what you told me earlier.” She repeats herself. “About plucking your eyes out.”

Pete winces. Fuck. He pushed it too far and Grace realized he's a fraud. She's going to denounce him in front of everyone and he's going back to solitary for the reminder of camp. “Grace-” 

“Please.” She cuts him off. Pete wants to tell her to forget it, but then he looks Grace in the eye and sees it. She's not staring at him in anger, or hurt, or betrayal. No, she's looking at him in desperation. “They want to know.” 

“Okay.” He swallows. “Well Jesus said to pluck your eyes out if it'll prevent you from sinning. So that means that it's not your fault if someone looks at you in lust.” 

“But Boy Jerry says that we'll tempt the guys if we're not careful. That’s why we have to wear swimsuits in the bathroom.” One of the younger girls, Pete thinks her name is Rachel, says in confusion. 

“If looking at you tempts them then that's something they need to deal with. You just focus on yourself.”

“So our job is just to focus on our own path of abstinence? Not theirs?” Another girl asks. 

“Yeah. Something like that.” He nods. 

“I told you.” Grace says, turning towards the group. “Peter is being blessed with the teachings of the baby savior. We need to listen to him.”

He blinks. “I don't know if I would say blessed.” He tries to explain. 

“But you are blessed.” Grace insists. “The baby must be communicating with you in the womb so you can teach us their wisdom. Oh Peter, you're so lucky to have such a holy experience.” 

Steph looks at him in confusion but Pete just nods at her to just go with it. The last thing they need is to get caught in a lie. 

“I guess I am lucky. Okay then,” he gestures for the others to sit, “what do you want to know?”

There's a barrage of voices speaking all at once, some louder than the others. “Girls!” Grace shouts, watching as they all quiet at her command. “One at a time please.”

There's a raise of hands and Pete eventually settles on one. She's one of the younger girls, wearing yellow overalls over her pink camp shirt and flowers braided into her hair. She speaks in a soft voice, body trembling as she does. “I started bleeding today. From down there.” She points at her legs. “But I'm not hurt. Is that the devil trying to punish me?”

“Oh sweetie, no.” His heart aches at the fear in her voice. “That's not the devil. That's just your period.” 

“What's a period?” She asks. 

Pete blinks. Surely she was old enough to get the talk. Why wouldn't her parents teach her what a period was. God, it was probably another purity thing. He bristles at the realization. Those assholes. 

“Well it's a sign you're growing up. When you get old enough you have periods to tell you that you can have babies. And once a month, you'll have a period to tell you that you're not pregnant.”

She gasps. “But I don't want to have a baby yet.” 

“It's okay. You won't have any until you're married.” Pete says hurriedly, hoping it'll reassure her. “There's a lot to it and I can explain more later, but why don't you go with Grace to get cleaned up and get a pad to absorb the blood, okay?”

She nods and Grace stands up, taking her back to the cabins. Pete waits for them to leave before turning back to the group. “Okay who's next.”

He spends the next two hours answering question after question. Most of them are puberty related, their parents too scared of tainting their purity to actually teach them about their bodies. Some are about relationships, and Pete is sure to emphasize that they can love (or not love) whoever they want. From what he's seen the church is accepting of gay relationships, but he's not risking it. He doesn't actually mention the topic of abstinence, not wanting to poke that wasp's nest quite yet. Maybe one day he'll tell them that having premarital sex isn't evil, when they trust him more. But today is not that day. 

The girls soak up what he says like sponges, he even sees some of them taking notes. They're clearly desperate for a role model that isn't Boy Jerry and Pete is happy to provide that, even if he's not sure if he's a good one. He cares about actually educating them though, and that's more than he can't say about Jerry. 

The group only breaks when they're called to head back to their cabins for the night. “Can we ask your more questions tomorrow Peter?” Another girl, Sarah asks. 

He nods. “Of course. Same time, same place.” He looks at the group when it hits him. “And don't tell the Jerries about this okay? We've seen that they don't believe the way we do.”

They nod and, satisfied that they won't get in trouble for daring to ask questions, Pete sends them on their way. Eventually, it's just him and Steph again under the tree. “Sorry about that.” He apologizes with a smile. “I didn't mean for our evening to get interrupted.”

“It's fine. You were spreading your teachings to the masses.” Steph snorts. She stands up, offering a hand to him to do the same. “Let me walk you back to your cabin?”

“Of course.” He says, taking her hand. They make their way back to the Gomorrah Cabin slowly, neither in any hurry to end their night together. “Thank you for rolling with it. For a second I thought Grace was going to say I was lying.”

“She's definitely a true believer.” Steph says with a grin. “Which is good for us.”

“Yeah. I can't believe one joke turned into all this.”

“It's a lot.” Steph sighs. “But it keeps you safe so I don't care. I hated seeing that dick try to humiliate you.” 

“I knew he would do it. But it's nice being untouchable.” 

“It is. And you were pretty good back there. You could start your own religion if you wanted to.” Steph smirks. 

He laughs at the joke. “Think it's a little late for that. Petei-ism seems to be getting popular. Maybe we can buy a church.” 

“Good idea. You can't tax churches.” They both break out in laughter at that. “I mean it though. You're good with kids.”

“I'd hope so, I don't think Bean is going wait for us to become good with kids to be born.” He reaches out to hold her hand. 

“Probably not.” She shrugs. “But you're better than all of their parents at least.”

“I can't believe anyone could teach their child that.” Pete groans. “That little girl had no idea what a period is. She thought that she was being punished! Punished!”

“It's awful.” Steph agrees. 

“As long as Bean doesn't end up like that I will consider it a success.” Pete stops as the Gomorrah Cabin comes into view. It's a completely different sight than when he'd arrived. Girl Jeri had taken it upon herself to do small repairs that the cabin needed: she's replaced the wobbly steps, oiled the creaky door, and even painted the spots where the paint was chipped or peeling. It almost looked like a normal cabin, save for the sign with Gomorrah painted on it in big letters. 

“Here we are.” Steph sighed as they walked to the door. “Your cabin.”

“It'll be our cabin soon.” He smiles. “I've already pushed the beds together.” 

“Our cabin.” Steph repeats with a smile. “I can't wait.” 

“Did you tell your dad?” Pete asks. He can't imagine Solomon being supportive of the wedding, judging by his reaction to Bean's existence.

“No. I'm just going to let Grace's invitation tell him, he'll take it better from someone else. And I really don't care. We're only in this position because of his stupid campaign and if he doesn't like it then tough shit.”

Pete laughs at her blunt words, falling more in love with her as she speaks. “Fair enough. I told Ted. He'll freak out and think we're being pressured if I don't say something.” 

“At least he's supportive.” Steph sighs. “I hate my dad for doing this to you.”

“He's not doing anything to me. I'm here willingly.” Pete promises  

Steph gives him a look. “We both know you wouldn't be here if he hadn't forced me to go.” 

“Maybe.” Pete shrugs. “That doesn't matter though.” 

“I still hate him.”

“I know.” Pete sighs. “You know, we'll be married. You could always move in with me and Ted after camp.” 

“I could. And it would be good for Bean.” Steph smiles at the idea. “You sure you won't get sick of me?”

“Positive.” He smiles. A single firefly flies between them and, soon enough, there's an entire swarm of them around the cabin, illuminating the night as they dance around them. It looks like something from a romcom. Getting an idea, Pete pulls her as close as physically possible before pressing a kiss to her lips. It's one of the few they've shared since arriving at camp, and he's sure to pour all his love for her into it, knowing he probably won't get another chance to kiss her until their wedding. 

“Good.” Steph breathes when they finally pull apart. Pete can't help but smile at how breathless he's left her, knowing he feels the exact same. “You know, I'm liking this marriage thing more and more everyday. I'm kinda glad Grace suggested it.” 

“So am I.” Pete nods. He turns to open his cabin then pauses, a thought hitting him. “What about Grace? For a girl.”

There's a beat of silence before they both exclaim, “Absolutely not!”, simultaneously. Pete laughs at their syncing before continuing. “You're right. It's a bad idea.” 

“It is.” Steph says. “Can you imagine what she'd do if she thought we were naming the ‘second coming of Christ’ after her? It would go to her head.”

“You're right.” Pete smiles. It isn't until a counselor orders Steph to go to her cabin that they exchange goodnights, and it's not until he sees her safely go in her cabin that Pete goes inside his own. He smiles as he shuts the door. This wedding was the best thing to ever happen to him.

-

“Oh Peter! Not like that!” Grace scolds as she takes his latest flower from him. “You need to fold it like this, that way they seams aren't visible.” 

Or maybe the wedding would be the death of him. 

With Parents Weekend fast approaching, preparations for the wedding had gone into full swing. Grace had taken over most of it, and Pete was more than happy to give her control. So for the most part, Grace had made all the decisions, only occasionally asking him or Steph for their input. So far she'd planned the food, music, and even seating arrangements without any problems. It was when it came to decorations that they hit a snafu: Grace wanted the wedding to have real decorations, the kind that they didn't have access to while at camp. She'd agonized over it for days before Pete, taking pity, suggested that they reuse what was available at camp. Grace had taken to the idea like a house on fire: lanterns were made into centerpieces, the baskets they wove filled with wedding programs she'd managed to print out. She even wanted to use the wallets they made as wedding favors. 

The only thing missing was flowers. Pete was fine doing without and he knew Steph felt the same, but Grace was determined to give this wedding flowers. She'd already found several patches of wildflowers around the forest and was monitoring them to ensure they would be perfect for the big day. Still, it wasn't enough for Grace. She was just short of trying to smuggle in a florist when Girl Jeri had an idea. 

She showed all the girls (and Pete) how to make flowers out of tissue paper and string them into garland. Grace had loved the idea and immediately roped everyone into making them with her. “Many hands make light work.” She'd stated at the time. 

Which is how he ended up here: in an assembly line making tissue paper flowers. He and Steph made flower after flower while Grace strung them into the garlands. It was fine at first. The flowers were easy enough to make and between all the volunteers he didn't have to make that many flowers. He thought it would be fine. Of course he forgot one thing. 

Grace Chastity has control issues. 

Pete has to bite his tongue to keep from groaning as she demonstrates how to correctly fold the flower. It was at least the tenth time she'd done something like this, despite the fact that the flowers looked exactly the same no matter which way you folded them. He wonders briefly if she's always had such bad control issues, or if her newfound power at camp had brought them to light, before she hands him the ‘fixed’ flower with a saccharine smile. 

“See? Doesn't it look so much better this way?” 

“Yeah, Grace. It really does.” Pete deadpans. “I'll be sure to fold them that way from now on.” 

“Good! Your wedding has to be perfect.” She claps her hands together in excitement at the thought. The action is enough to make Steph snort, her dark eyes twinkling as she shoots Pete a bemused smile. His lips stretch to match instantly. “Now where was I?” 

She turns back towards her Bible and begins reading again. She did this a lot lately: picking a story about Jesus’ life as they worked and reading it aloud for Steph and Pete (not that either of them ever really listened). Apparently she wanted to make them experts in the Bible before Pete gave birth, that way she could teach the baby their purpose. He had no intentions of forcing religion on any of his future children, but Pete figured it was easier to just let Grace read than argue with her about it. 

Today's story was about Mary and Joseph losing Jesus while traveling and finding him at a temple in a discussion with religious scholars. “Even as a child Jesus knew that he was holy!” Grace had said when she'd picked out the story. She seemed to think it was a good thing, yet all Pete could think about was Mary. How'd she'd spent three days searching for her son before she'd found him. Three days where she didn't know if her child was safe. The mere idea turns his blood to ice. It isn't until he feels a hard kick against his ribs that Pete remembers his baby is safe inside him. He's never been more grateful for bruised ribs. 

“MAIL CALL!” A voice on the announcement speakers cuts Grace off in her story, and Pete can't help but feel grateful at the distraction. 

“Oooh! Mommy said she was sending a care package this week!” Grace jumps up into a standing posting, almost running to the door. Steph wasn't far behind. Pete however, takes considerably longer getting up- you try jumping to your feet when you're 7 months pregnant- and by the time they've made it to the door he's only to his knees. 

“W-wait up!” He calls weakly after them. “You know, some of us are making a human here!”  

“Oh shit!” Steph rushes back to him, placing her hands around his waist. “Here, lean on me.” 

Eventually, with her help, Pete's able to struggle to his feet. “Thanks,” he pants once he's properly standing, “I swear it gets harder every time I do that.” 

He adjusts his shirt and watches out the corner of his eye as Steph worries her bottom lip with her teeth. It's honestly adorable and if Grace weren’t watching he would kiss her. “Probably because the baby knows you should be resting. You should go back to your bunk, I'll get any mail you have.” 

“Are you sure?” 

She nods and places a hand on his bump. “I can carry an extra package. Besides, I promised your brother I'd take care of you.” 

“Ok ok, I'll go rest.  But I promise I'm fine. It's just getting harder to move now that I'm showing like this.” Pete promises. In lieu of a kiss, Pete chooses to tuck a lock of Steph's hair behind her ear. “See you soon?” 

“I'll be as fast as I can.”

The walk back to his cabin is one of the first times Pete's been alone since his release from solitary, everyone being too busy reading letters from their parents to focus on him. He's glad for the silence it provides, it's like he can hear himself think for the first time in so long. Ever the introvert, Pete had always enjoyed his alone time, and it was something that he'd missed while at camp. Whether it be a sermon, concerts, camp activities, or answering questions for the other campers, Pete was always surrounded by other people these days. It was nice to just listen to the uninterrupted sounds of nature: the wind blowing, the birds chirping, and- 

“Peter!” 

And the call of an overly perky camp counselor. 

He groans as Girl Jeri walks up to him, her ever present sunshiny smile plastered to her face. She's holding a checklist in her hand, probably some kind of itinerary but Pete honestly doesn't care enough to ask. 

“Mail's here.” She says. “Aren't you going to see if you got anything?”

“Steph said she'd check for me. I was going to rest in my cabin. After all, it's hard work carrying the Messiah.” Pete answers, making sure to really drive home that last bit. Can't let her think he was lying about it being immaculate (he totally was). 

Jeri nods. “Right. I suppose that makes sense. Can I walk you to your cabin?” 

Every part of Pete wants to say no, but he just nods instead. Better to stay in her good graces for now. “Okay. If you're not busy.” He says, praying she'll back out. 

She doesn't, and next thing Pete knows he's walking with Girl Jeri, neither of them saying a word. Pete's once beloved silence now thick heavy between them. He desperately searches for any shred of a conversation, but it's all in vain. All he can do is hope that she'll say something to break the tension between them.

His hopes are answered when she turns to him. “How has the pregnancy been treating you?” She asks. Pete winces. Not a conversation he particularly wants to have with Girl Jeri but beggars be choosers. 

“It's been okay. The morning sickness was pretty bad at first, but that calmed down before camp started.” 

Jeri nods, never making eye contact with him. “That's good to hear. And the baby? They seem healthy?” 

“Oh, yeah.” He nods, not wanting to divulge any more information than he has to. Like hell he would willingly tell one of the Jerries about Bean. Even if Girl Jeri wasn't as extreme. “They're really active.”

“Good. That's a good sign that they're healthy.” She smiles again, that cloyingly sweet, fake smile that drives Pete insane. It was dangerous, like when Boy Jerry smiled at him, but it was just so vacant of any real emotion. It reminds him of his mom showing him ‘The Stepford Wives’ for the first time: all those poor women turned into robots, fake smiles on their faces to hide their real emotions. And yet this time it's different. Pete swears for just a millisecond he can see something that looks like longing in Girl Jeri's eyes. Then, just as quickly as it came, it's gone and that overly perky expression is back. “You know, I've heard from one of the counselors that you've been tutoring some of the other campers in religion, is that so?” 

Some of the campers was putting it lightly. He'd continued to have talks with the others every night since that first night, answering whatever questions they had about puberty and the like, and every night their numbers had grown. It had started with just girls attending, but soon enough the guys had joined them. Now they had a pretty mixed group of 20 or so campers, and Pete was sure that there would be more tonight. 

Pete sighs, having known this talk was coming for a while. Truthfully, he's shocked it took this long for it to come out. Sure he told his group to keep their meetings a secret from the Jerries, but with their numbers it had to be hard to miss. If anything, he's glad that it's Girl Jeri who found out first. Boy Jerry would probably call it mutiny if he knew. 

“I've been talking to some of the campers, yes.” He answers carefully. The last thing he needs is for the rest of camp to get punished because of him. “But I don't know if I'd call it tutoring. I'm just answering questions.”

“Yes, questions that require your ‘heavenly wisdom’.” Jeri says and if not for the coy smile on her lips Pete would think he was in trouble.

“Well I am carrying the child of God, so I suppose I'm getting some kind of wisdom via osmosis. Like I said, I just answer their questions.” 

“Well your answers are getting popular. You have a bright future as a pastor.” Pete can't keep the grimace off of his face at the idea of him as a pastor. This was one thing: Grace was the main force behind their movement, and if Pete went along with her ideas to survive camp, then that was nobody's business but his own. 

But standing in front of a church week after week? Preaching beliefs he doesn't have based on something he knew was a lie? He couldn't imagine doing that. 

Maybe that was the difference between him and Boy Jerry: Boy Jerry would do anything for control, Pete just wanted to be left alone.

“I don't want to be a pastor.” He says definitively. 

Jeri blinks at him, like she never comprehended that he wouldn't want to go into religion. “Well it's still nice to see you getting along with the other campers.” She says in a chipper voice. 

“Would your Co-head Pastor agree with you if he knew?” Pete can't keep the venom out of his voice as he speaks. 

“Who says Jerry doesn't know?” 

“Come on.” He almost laughs at her weak defense. “We both know that if Boy Jerry found out that I was, in your own words, preaching to the campers he'd have me back in solitary for the rest of camp.” 

They've reached the Gomorrah Cabin by now, and Pete doesn't bother waiting for her answer before going inside and plopping down onto his bed. He expects Jeri to leave him, she probably has a million things to do around camp, but she doesn't. Instead she walks in and sits on the bed beside him. 

“He really does care about you, you know?” She says after a moment. Pete doesn't bother hiding the snort she illicit. “I mean it. He cares about all his campers.”

“Well he has a funny way of showing it.” He lies back on the bed. 

“Peter, he's just trying to look out for everyone.” 

Pete sits back upright at her words, albeit with a bit of a struggle. “Look out for everyone? From the moment I came here, Jerry has been on a mission to humiliate me. How on Earth is that looking out for everyone?” 

“Well you haven't made it easy on him, claiming that you're having the second coming of Christ.”

“Who says I'm not?” Pete retorts, unwilling to drop the charade for even a second. 

“Peter-”

“And none of this would have ever come about if he hadn't tried to label me as a whore to the entire camp!” Pete says in frustration. “Do you know how humiliating that is?” 

At his words Jeri goes still, staring at him with an expression that Pete can't read. Tears well in her eyes, and he's sure he's pushed it too far. It’s only for a moment though but then she schools her features. Then she blinks them away and speaks once more.

“I know his methods might seem strange but he just wants to keep everyone safe and on the path of the Lord.” Jeri answers, her voice strangely calm. 

“And looking at a teen that you think made a mistake and making an example out of them is Godly?” He can't believe what she's saying. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't Jesus all about forgiving sinners? That doesn't seem very forgiving to me.”

“He just wanted to show that there are real world consequences to having sex. There are benefits to being abstinent, religion aside. Aids, herpes, countless other STDs, not to mention teen pregnancy.” Pete bristles at the comment and Jeri is quick to back track. “I know you love your child, but Be honest with me. Would you have chosen to have them right before your senior year?” 

“I did choose to have them right before my senior year.” Pete says, remembering the hours of talks with Steph over what they wanted to do, and then again. He knew the task he was taking on and he was doing it anyway. “I chose to carry God's child even though I'm still in high school.” 

“Furthermore, he doesn't care about keeping people safe. He just wants to control them.” He stands up from the bed and starts pacing, anger rushing through his veins. “Boy Jerry, a supposed godly man, saw me and decided that I deserved to be humiliated. He tried to make me into the laughing stock of camp. And when I defended myself, he locked me in solitary for undermining his authority. I would probably still be locked up if not for Grace Chastity. There's a lot of men like that in the Bible, Girl Jeri, and I wouldn't use godly to describe any of them.” 

Pete is left panting in the center of the cabin, his outburst having sapped most of his energy. Angrily, he looks to Jeri for a response, expecting her to justify the actions of her coworker. But she doesn't. She doesn't say anything. She simply stands up and walks over to Pete, placing her hand on his shoulder, and looks him dead in the eyes. 

“Since we clearly can't come to an agreement, I'll leave. It's not worth stressing you or the baby.” Jeri says when she finally finally speaks. Then her gaze flits away from Pete to around the cabin, taking in its contents, before landing on the back corner of the room. “But I hope you realize how privileged you are. You get to be so brazen in your opinions because you've got a lot of support. Most people in your position aren't so lucky.”  And for a moment Pete thinks she’s speaking from personal experience.

She looks back to Pete, nods, and turns for the door. But, just as she reaches the cabin's door, Jeri turns back to him once more. “I won't tell Boy Jerry about your meetings with the other campers. I think you're doing a good thing, and what he doesn't know won't hurt him.” 

Then without another word she's outside, probably headed to set up for the evening bonfire, leaving Pete alone in his cabin with only one question on his mind: 

What the actual fuck was her deal?

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He still doesn't have an answer for said question when Steph walks in not even 10 minutes later as promised she's carrying two care packages, balanced so precariously that Pete has to get the door for her so she doesn't fall. 

“Jesus, I swear your brother packed an actual elephant in here or something.” She jokes once she's sat the packages on the bed with a dramatic sigh. “It weighs twice as much as whatever my dad sent me, lucky.” 

Pete wants to joke back, and wants to say that it's fine because Solomon Lauter probably wouldn't know what was interesting to teens if it hit him in the head. But his brain is still stuck on his conversation with Girl Jeri, so he doesn't respond, only staring at the spot in the corner where the counselor had kept looking. 

“If there's any candy in there you better share it with me.” Steph jokes as she sits down beside him, kissing his cheek as she does so. It's only then that she notices his demeanor, frowning as she squeezes his hand. “Hey, what's wrong? Are you in pain? Is it the baby? Should we call a doctor? It's too soon for you to go into labor yet right?”

She's starting to panic now, placing her hands on his cheeks as if to check for a fever. The motion is enough to startle Pete from his trance. “Sorry I spaced out there.” 

Steph sighs in relief “Jesus Christ you scared me. I thought something was wrong with Bean.” 

“Sorry.” Pete mumbles. He hadn't wanted to worry her. Not when she's so on edge already. 

“It's fine, Pete.” Steph promises. “What's wrong?”

“It's nothing.”

Steph raises an eyebrow and Pete can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. He's never been good at keeping secrets from her. Especially not since he realized he was pregnant. “You're a shitty liar, Spankoffski, you know that right? You were spaced out for like a solid 5 minutes. So spill. What's on your mind?” 

“I don't want to worry you.” She's bound to freak out if she knows that he fought with Girl Jeri of all people. Everything is finally calming down now. The last thing he needs is to worry Steph. 

“Well not knowing is worrying me.” She deadpans. “So talk or else I'll be forced to take drastic measures.”

He gasps in mock horror. “You wouldn't dare.” 

“Oh I dare.” Steph grins. “Who would have thought the father of Christ would be so ticklish.” 

Her hands reach ever so slowly towards him. “Talk, or else it's tickles for you.” She just reaches the hem of his shirt when he breaks. 

“Okay okay, I give in.” Pete says, raising his hands in surrender. 

“Good boy.” Steph says with a shit eating grin, and if those two words were enough to make Pete blush so heavily that his ears turned red, well that's a secret he'll take to his grave. “Now, spill, before the tickle monster comes back.”

“Okay. It's jus-” Pete takes a deep breath. Time to get it over with. Just rip it off like a bandaid. “Girl Jeri stopped by for a chat.”

“Girl Jeri?” Steph repeats incredulously. Yep, Pete can already hear the anger in her voice. “Shit, did she say something to you? I swear I'll-” 

“It's fine.” He cuts her off. Better to finish his thoughts before she was too upset to hear him. “She asked me about our group talks every night and then we sorta argued about Boy Jerry.” 

“She argued with you? That-”

“It's not like that. She just kept trying to say he just cares about everyone, which is a fucking lie.” 

“Fuck, Pete.” Steph runs a hand through her hair. “What's her problem, arguing with a teenager when she's like what? 30? And waiting til you were alone to do it? I can't believe her.”

“It's fine. We kinda agreed to disagree in the end.”

“Agreed to disagree? Seriously? She picked a fight with you and she wants to agree to disagree?”

“Technically I think I picked the fight. I just kinda snapped.” 

“Well she shouldn't have continued it. She's older, she's a counselor, not to mention you're pregnant and probably hormonal.” 

“That's not even what's bothering me.” Pete sighs. “It's her whole… demeanor? I guess. One minute she's this ever chipper counselor and then she'll look at me and will almost cry. I don't get it.”

“Maybe she's just horrified to see a pregnant teen.” Steph jokes. 

“Maybe.” Pete sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “It's just… Boy Jerry is a total dick, but at least I know where I stand with him. I never know what I'm getting with her.”

“Hey,” Steph says, lifting his chin so he's looking her in the eye, “you've got enough to worry about without adding in the problems of a random camp counselor. Just focus on you okay?” 

Pete nods. “Yeah, you're right. It's not worth it.” 

“It's not.” Steph agrees. Then she adds. “But if you want me to deal with her for arguing with you I will.” 

“It's fine Steph. I'm over the fight already. Everything is going good right now, let's not push it.” 

She eventually nods but, judging by her white knuckled grin on her shorts, Pete can tell she's still pissed. “You're right. It's not worth jeopardizing the wedding.” 

“It's not.” Pete smiles at that. The pair sit there for a moment, content to enjoy the silence and each other's company. 

“Speaking of weddings,” Steph says after a minute or two. She leans over and pushes the long forgotten package towards him. “There should be a letter from Ted in here.” 

“Right. Hopefully he took the news well.” Pete nods as he struggles to open the package. Stupid camp and their stupid lack of scissors. Honestly, how did they expect anyone to cut through packing tape without scissors? The least they could do is open the tape ahead of time. Then again, Pete didn't trust the Jerries not to snoop through the mail, so maybe it was a blessing that it was still shut. 

“How did your Dad react?” He asks as he struggles to peel the tape. 

Steph shrugs. “About as expected. ‘I'll support the marriage since having a baby out of wedlock won't be good press but this changes nothing: you are still my daughter and I still expect you to act in a manner benefiting the mayor's daughter. Do not let this damage my campaign.’” She says in a bad imitation of Solomon's voice. 

Pete laughs as he finally tears the last piece of tape off. “Sounds like your dad alright.” 

“Tell me about it. I swear I think he forgot that children have their own personalities when he adopted me.” 

Pete doesn't respond, too busy opening his own care package to do. Inside is a variety of items: clothes, candy, and bottle of lotion, but Pete ignores all of it for the yellow CRRP branded envelope. He snorts. Just like Ted to steal stationery from work rather than buy it himself. Without hesitation, he opens the letter and reads it aloud. 

Pete 

Paul says I should write a list of what's in the care package for you. Personally, I think it's a dumb idea, you can clearly see what I sent but this gets him off my back. There's some bigger clothes for you, a couple of new maternity bras (don't blame me if they don't fit it was already awkward trying to buy bras for my LITTLE BROTHER), some chocolate bars, a couple of your comic books, and a bottle of vitamin E lotion (Emma says it'll help with stretch marks). 

I'm glad you and the baby are both okay. I was ready to wring Jerry's stupid neck with his own cross when he said I wasn't allowed to call you. He's still as much of a chode as he was when we were teenagers, I see. If you ever want to give him hell, just ask why he never pursued his rap career further. Or don't. He'll probably make you kneel on rice or something. 

I heard they placed you in one of solitary cabin for privacy. Just like your brother. I spent the whole summer you were born in that room. If you look hard enough you'll probably find some of my old porn. 

I got the wedding invitation from Grace. Almost had a heart attack when I opened it. I'd say next time warn me before you get engaged, but I'm guessing you don't want there to be a next time. I'll let you off the hook though since you technically tried to warn me. I bet Jerry almost had a stroke when he realized you getting married would mean you two could share a cabin. Would have fucking loved to see that. 

Everyone back home misses you. Ruth and Max stop by all the time. Hell even Emma misses you. Apparently I've become her new least favorite customer now that you're gone so thanks for that. Think I'm getting extra spit in my chai now, not that I'm complaining. 

Can't wait to see you for parents weekend. You better let me walk you down the aisle you little shit. And if you want to leave early just demand to call home. I'll come pick you up. 

See you soon 

Ted

PS Warning: Grandma Lorie is coming to the wedding. No, I couldn't stop her. Be prepared.

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A/N: Next time, on Hail Petey, Full of Grace... will Ted punch Boy Jerry in the mouth, what is going on with Girl Jeri, and who is Grandma Lorie? Tune in next chapter to find out!

Seriously though, I hope you enjoyed this! I had way too much fun writing this chapter. Special shout out to my coauthors Pizza and Spoons for keeping me sane when I realized I hated the original draft and scrapped it. And shoutout to loveluck's hatchetfield server, without it this au wouldn't exist.

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Based a year after the first chapter and before the Epilogue.. This pt.2 shows how them babies got here LOL

(If u don't like wolves, growling, teeth and blood and ⬇️.. yk what to do ♡)

‼️TW WATERSPORTS 🧍🏽‍♀️

Also, there's wolf shex and honestly I pondered whether I should cut that part out of wattpad bc it scared the last bunch last year so I was thinking I'll add the sex version to Ao3 if it's too much here ♡ but I was like oh well bc 1. That's like half the story and 2. there's people on here that don't have Ao3 or can't get into it. So skip it ho bc it's dirty and again. I took a very wild idea and ran with it I'm being so fr its dirty n hot n taboo here literally leave :D

Like actually don't read this pls uhm 😝☠️

GO REREAD THE FIRST CHAPTER SO U REMEMBER THEIR LITTLE TELEPATHY BOND AND STUFF N UR HAIR IS this➡️‼️ RED DONT FORGET UR EYE EITHER. yk wat go read the whole thing again if u can't remember n want this one to make sense.

"Konig!" You yell throughout the house, you were awake which means some more alone time with your mate.

But you couldn't find him anywhere, figuring he went on an early hunting trip with the younger ones, teaching them how to come into their moon phases and handling their instincts better.

You walk outside and sit next to the pond a little bummed that he wasn't around this time, you were used to his trips and knew he'd come back soon but this time felt different.

You longed for him as if you didn't just see him last night, but when he was around you wanted to bite him and make him fuck you.

It was all new and strange for you.

After sitting there for a few minutes and the sadness doesn't fade, you stand to go back to your room and wait for his return.

Before you could take a step away, a large paw is at your back and pinning you back down to the ground on your stomach.

He could smell your arousal of wanting to play and feel your melancholy through the woods. He wasn't far, he never was.

"Gotcha." You feel him in your head and he gives a snicker at how small you are under his large paw, watching you squirm.

He had a slight size kink he's noticed.

"Not funny!" You shriek and kick your legs when he sits down, still holding you there as he licks the blood off the top of his other paw.

He rolls his red eyes humorously before he speaks in your mind.

"Come on, you know I don't go far." His reassurance was all but that, you've felt indescribably hot since he's left and haven't been able to satiate it resulting in a terrible attitude.

"Let me up, you're getting me dirty!" You squirm some more and he watches you wiggle your ass, getting a stronger scent of your slick pussy practically begging for him.

"Ohh that's why you're so insistent, eh?" He was taunting you now, you knew he could smell you.

"Shut up and let me up!" You yell, hearing his degrading chuckle in your head but he picks his paw up anyway.

You dust your black dress off, you were always playing dress up with all the dresses he got you and twice as many shoes. You even had a wedding ring to match each outfit you had, wearing your black oval diamond ring. The clasps on your heels matched the white diamonds on your wedding band.

"I oughta pull your tail, gettin me all dusty!" You whine loudly, your voice a higher octave than usual, making his pointy ears flatten against his head.

"Wet too, an I don't mind lickin ya clean." He stands and struts passed you and forms back before you could turn around and follow him.

He couldn't quite place why you were being so whiney lately, extra feverish and practically dripping down your legs every morning but wouldn't let him touch you.

You didn't find his little pranks like he pulled just a second ago funny, you used to and now he gets scolded like the dog he is. More often anyway.

"Where were you?" You follow him up the stairs, quite quickly which he's used to. Your speed has always been an advantage, but right now he was worried you might bite his head off.

"Hunting, maus, why?" You keep following him into the bathroom, watching him run the water for a shower as he stands there naked all dirty, sweaty and sexy and he smelled like blood and pine.. your senses were heightened more than usual too.

"I-" You stop your sentence and walk away, upset for an unknown reason. At him though, you couldn't understand the unreasonable anger.

He wasn't doing anything wrong, but it was more of what he wasn't doing and you didn't wanna ask. He should know.

Fucking mind reader.

Your thoughts were ramblings of unintelligible anger and sexual visions of his wolf, which made him tilt his head in question.

For someone so adamant that she couldn't fuck a wolf, our mind sure had some nasty ideas. He liked them.

You were needing a fight; dominance and didn't want to resist, you wanted him to just make you.

Whatever that may be.

"Come here. Now." Your mates' booming voice makes your legs tremble, unable to deny his powerful authority over you despite your desired defiance so you do what he says, scurrying to stand in front of him with a pout.

He hasn't had to use his influence over you like that in a while.

"What's your problem, hm?" He grabs your jaw, leaning down and studying your face as if he's never seen you before.

"I don't know." You answer honestly, and he growls, showing a few of his canine teeth.

"I don't like it." He stands to his full height, looming over you and making you feel small. You tug at the edge of your dress, almost nervous with his powerful glare.

You didn't know what to say, but for the first time this week you didn't notice the anger as heavy in this moment.

You stare up at him with wide, expectant eyes.

Without a word, he's pulling you into the shower with him and under the water with your clothes and heels on even.

"Konig!" You shriek again, but he just growls loudly, using his power over you to make you feel drunk as you call it.

"Shhh, gonna fix that little fucking attitude." He pushes you into the shower wall, your palms and cheek flat against the tile.

All you could do was whine and hope he gives you what you needed, letting your mind get dirty and show him everything you're craving.

"Dirty girl this week, what's gotten into you, maus?" He asks as he watches you whine and squirm like a cat in heat.

And it dawns on him. Rutting season, didn't matter that you weren't wolf- you were his and susceptible to his cycles and this was your first time feeling the effects of a mating season.

He's just always been so used to being alone that he's powered over his seasonal ruts, the feeling not as overwhelming for him like the rest as he locked it away within himself.

He now lets the pheromones trickle through his senses, feeling the charged sexual energy within the air and uses that to release that feral side of him he's locked up every season.

He shoves your dress up and yanks your panties down your legs, leaving them at your ankles.

He pushes two fingers inside your already slick pussy for good measure, pulling them out and slapping your wet cunt. You moan, pushing back for him to do it again.

"Like when I slap your pussy like that, eh?" He chuckles.

"Just a couple more-" He bites his lip, slapping your cunt and pushing two fingers inside and repeats two more times.

"Please-" You whisper and all you see is his wolf in your mind and he watches your thoughts and sees what you really need. Smirking to himself, he nips the back of your thigh before he stands and wraps his arms around you from behind.

"Get away if you can, maus, because right now that's all you are. My maus to play with, eat and suck on like a little toy." He growls deep and low from his chest while he watches you struggle in your inebriated state to step your heels out of the panties around your ankles.

You whimper and drop to your knees and try crawling away from the bathroom, giving him a good view of your naked ass and pussy peeking from your short dress.

He turns back to his wolf, ready to fuck you around like you've needed.

'Pathetic get away attempt, maus. Did you not learn how to escape a wolf?' He laughs at your weak attempt, mocking how vampires take classes on how to fight wolves.

He walks a circle around you, sizing you up like a regular predator does.

'Been denying me all week. Nipping at me, hissing and being a brat.' Your thoughts were all his voice now, feeling him stand tall in his wolf form, looking down at you with his red eyes.

"Yes." Is all you can say, your tongue and eyes heavy. It was overwhelming, the influence of his power. You felt drugged, slow and unsteady as if you were on a boat.

'You smell so good-' His teeth were showing in a small growl, to anyone else it'd look like he was about to maul you but you knew otherwise.

He stands over your soaked frame with two paws on either side of your hips, his large snout leaning down to sniff your hair and the hormones coming from you are insatiable.

You arch your back, pushing your ass back for him like the slut in heat you were.

"All for you." You bite your lip and look back at him, cheek flush with the tiled floor. He enjoyed watching you pathetically whine and grind for him before he even did anything with you, seeing your cute little pussy drip in heat for him.

He pushes you back down flat on the floor with his paw and nudged you over with his nose so you're on your back and begins nuzzling in your neck and kissing you all over to hear your giggles.

Your hooded eyes and rosey cheeks gave the impression of you being drunk, you felt like it but it was the fever that came with the heat waves and the influence of his power over you.

Holding his gaze, you reach down and begin to rub your clit to tease him further while sucking two fingers on your other hand before fingering your wet hole for him.

He licks your knee, down to your inner thigh and nudges your hands away and nips at them.

'Keep them out of my way.' His voice rumbles through your head; you feel his warm, heavy paw on your lower tummy as he begins lapping at your needy cunt.

Usually you'd try to push him off, run away or squeal in embarrassment if he'd try to mess around while he was still wolf- you wanted it this time, being extraordinarily submissive.

Something new for the fire that's grown inside you over the last week, and he's loving every second of it.

You run your fingers through his thick, black fur on top of his head and your other wraps around his pointy ear as you watch his large tongue lick your whole pussy in one swipe.

'Sweet little fucking cunt, so fucking good.' He voice growls within you.

Your eyes roll, moaning his name and mumbling something of a "good boy." He perks his ears, his eyes meeting yours when he sees you smirking down at him like a smart ass.

'What does sarcasm earn you, maus? Tell me.' He nips at your leg, making you yelp and laugh.

Your hazy smile still graced your lips, your red cheeks making you all the more cuter to him with your smart mouth.

You push his head awah and turn over again, arching your back for him and he internally smirks.

"Can't spank me like this, though, can ya?" You taunt and he bares his teeth again.

'Naughty maus.' His voice was deep in your brain this time and left you reeling.

'I have something else for you though.' He sounded more sultry, more sneaky.

"Yea." You lazily agree, getting lost deeper in the mind-numbing authority he casts over you.

He lays down, so big he's still level with you when he does.

"Lick it, please." You huff, and he narrows his eyes at you but abides your wishes, enjoying the way you let out a moan of relief.

It felt so good, so naughty, and he enjoyed the way you craved him.

It was almost better than ever with his tongue bigger and wetter, his heavy paw rested over your calf and kept you in place.

It was what you needed, craved and ached for. Each swipe of his tongue more delicious than the previous and elicits tingles throughout your body, mewling softly in tune with his steady growl.

You were wiggling your ass in his face, pushing back and wouldn't stay still and making him growl irritably at you as he stands.

You smirk, knowing you've riled him up. It was unlike you to be this mischievous and bratty towards him.

'Stay fuckin' still.' He snarls as you feel him mount you, his large teeth right next to your face.

You were whimpering, shaking with anticipation of feeling his heavy weight atop you on your bathroom floor.

'Little defiant maus, fuck, look at you.' He rubs his large cock against your pussy.

'Gonna have to work you through takin me, hm? Tiny little thing.' You feel the tip of his warm cock work inside you, in and out until your pussy took his thick tip easily.

'Feel that, maus? How tight your pussy grips me-' He was excited, having to control his speed so he wouldn't hurt you.

You laid there, drunk with his power, letting him play and toy with you as he pleased.

Your pussy throbbed and begged, letting more of him in so you spread your legs more. It was comfortable, his warmth and soft fur agaisnt your wet skin; it was heaven.

'Like it when I tease that little cunt?' He slides his cock in past the tip, stretching you out.

"Uh huh-" You whined, trying to fuck yourself on him in a series of repeated, loud whimpers.

'Come on, you can go deeper than that-' He taunts, matching his thrusts with yours. His large, veiny cock throbbed, he needed to fit and feel your heat and flood your womb with his cum.

'Fuck my cock, maus, just like that-' He spurs you on, your pretty pussy stretched over not even half of his cock and you were already whining and crying.

'You can't give up yet.' He teases and you whimper, sweat covering every inch of your body.

His animalistic grunts and growls grew heavier as he focused on your little frame, taking him the best you could as your hands flattened on the tile hold yourself there.

Your body rocking with each thrust, your moans turning into yelps. He was so thick, so big and overwhelming as he got deeper. Cock too wide to press further; you felt something else building up in your bladder and panicked.

"I think-" You huff, your brows furrowing. He needed you to cum when he did so your orgasm increases the probability of his cum fertilizing your eggs, fucking you fast and deep.

His sinful grunts and mumbled mindless words repeat as he slams every inch into you.

'Take it, kleine maus, take this big cock and have my pups, mama.'

"Konig!" You practically scream, feeling your orgasm grow hot in your abdomen until you're dripping cum and accidentally pee with how hard he was going.

'Ffffuck, maus.' He groans, white thick ropes of cum coating your insides while you squirmed. Your pussy contracting so hard around him you almost couldn't take it, his knot holding you still as you whimpered and moaned for him.

'Awwe little pussy too small for me, mm.'

His dark chuckle makes you whine, his warmth making you break out in a small sweat beneath his thick fur.

You could feel his cum leaking inside you, your cervix overflown and full as you were gone in subspace.

When his knot releases he pulls out, his throbbing cock dripping in cum as he licks your small hole once more and your eyes roll.

'What type of a husband would I be if I didn't clean after myself.' His deep chuckle in your head makes you blush, you'd be embarrassed if he wasn't damn near snout deep in it and licking in a frenzy like he couldn't get enough. He loved it when it got dirty, he's a wolf, after all.

He pulls back after a few licks and takes a few paces back so he could change back to his human form and devour you easier, to finalize your pregnancy with his human sperm.

Poor thing, you'd beat his ass if you spit out a litter of puppies instead of a human hybrid baby.

He picks you up, getting you to stand and walks you back towards the wall. You rub yourself on him, your hands running up his muscular arms. He kisses you deeply, letting you grind on his knee between your legs as he held you close to him.

You arch your back, pushing your chest into his warm, bare skin and moan into his mouth. Your eyes closed as you savored your husband, letting him guide the kiss to get sloppier as his affection for you takes over once more.

"I always have to restrain myself around you, so easily breakable." He whispers against your lips and pulls your soaking wet dress off in one swoop.

"I heal." You counter back, kissing him again and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He picks you up, taking you to the bed and tosses you on it before grabbing your ankle and dragging you to the footboard where he stood. You get to your knees in front of him, looking up at him from the bed.

He watches you lick your lips, looking at his scarred and defined body. His wide cock standing straight up, his piercings glistening under the light.

"You're so handsome." You purr, looking up at him with the sexiest bedroom eyes he's ever seen as you lay on your stomach in fromt of him. You take his dick in your hand and run your tongue over his Jacob's ladder, getting a long groan from Konig.

"Thank you, beautiful." His left hand buries itself in your bright red hair as you take the tip of his cock in your mouth and drool over it, letting your mouth fill with saliva and run down over his cock and your hand.

He softly thrusts his hips, barely fucking into your mouth with his tip teasing the back of your throat. Even in human form, his dick was unbelievable, wide with good length. It was breathtaking.

You take him out and all but beg, your hand going between your legs to play in the slick he's caused.

"Such a good kleine maus." He strokes his cock, rubbing the tip on your slobbery lips.

You give it one last lick before clinging to him, standing on the bed and wrapping yourself around him so he has to grab your hips. He loosens his grip so you'll slide down on his wet dick, taking him in one glide and scratching his back as you do.

"That's right, good fucking girl, yes." He growls, his grip tightening around your waist. You grind and rub on him, your naked chests pressed together with your hearts in sync.

You kiss his jaw tenderly, feeling him deep in your cervix, soft and slow unlike the passion exploding within one another. He cradles your head against him, kissing your head before he lays down with you beneath him on the bed.

He continues fucking you, slow and deep and drawing out those soft moans he loves so much.

He holds your hands above your head, intertwining his fingers with yours as he continues kissing you sensually.

"God those beautiful whimpers, I could listen to you for hours." He trails his kisses to your cheek, down your neck and back to your kiss-swollen lips.

He runs his hands down your body, cupping your breasts and pinching the nipple of one. Your body jerks against his, making him smirk before he sucks one into his mouth.

You wrap your legs around his waist, digging your nails into his back once more and getting a deep groan from him.

He wraps a hand around your neck, fucking you deep with a hand pressing down on your tummy.

"Look at me, liebe, eyes up here." He growls, watching you get lost in your pleasurable haze.

"Watch me fuck you maus, keep those eyes open." He adjusts his grip on your neck, watching you try to keep above consciousness.

You see him through a blurry film over your eyes, gripping his wrist.

"Gonne pump you full of my cum all night, all of it." He kept true to his promise, and somehow you were surprised when the doctor said you'd be having twins.

A month later.

"I'm sorry, what?" You ask the nurse who's trying to show you the black and white screen on the monitor showcasing your two healthy babies.

"You're pregnant, with twins." He says again and you sit there on the bed, staring at him and Konig.

"You said two, there's two?!" If your eyebrows could've raised any further they'd be through the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, two?" You squeak loudly and the doctor clears his throat, nodding.

"No, that can't.. no!" You whine, looking at the screen and seeing the babies as clear as day.

"Yes ma'am, you see when-"

"I know how babies are made!" You screech, cutting off the doctor but he keeps his composure and pushes his glasses up.

"Actually, these aren't regular babies. You nor your husband are fully human, you're going to need to know what to expect." The doctor began rambling things you'd go through, meanwhile you're still scowling at Konig who's standing in corner with his mask on. Even so, you can tell by his body language how proud he is.

No wonder wolf women get so ornery and pissy with their mate during a heat, they know what they're facing if they bend over for their man.

"You better keep that tail tucked or I'm pulling it straight off when we get outta here." You bare your teeth at Konig, who'd flatten his ears at the threat if he was wolf right now, you can just imagine it.

Your attitude causes the doctor to shut up and grab your discharge papers, handing them to Konig before he steps out so you can change.

"Baby, it's not that bad-"

"That bad? That's two, two of your big headed fat shouldered selves growing in me!" Your voice reaching that high octave you get when you're pissy.

All he could do was listen to you fuss him out, putting your panties on for you while you pulled the dress over your head.

He buckled your heels for you and watches you practically run away from him.

You storm out of the exam room, the door hitting the wall on your way out.

People in the waiting room immediately draw their attention to the noise, watching you yank the exit door open and leave him to follow behind you.

The women in the waiting room look up, wide eyed as they stare at their leader.

"We're having twins." Konig says as to explain your pissy attitude and they immediately dismiss the scene as they knew the anger all too well, most of them going back to doing what they were before.

They were just surprised to see someone, even you, showing defiance and sass to their King. But you wouldn't be his Queen if you couldn't handle him, but they see how that's the other way around.

Ever since your arrival, they've watched their leader abide by your every wish, follow you like he's a lost pup and tuck his tail when you fuss and pitch a fit when he gets too brute-like.

Even when you send him away, he reverts back to his old tactics and stays close to you but out of your eyesight.

Like now, Konig follows behind you, holding your bag and sunglasses in his hand.

Even in heels, your speed and agility had him trying to keep up. He had alot of advantages and skill, but when it came to speed you had him beat. At least in his human form anyway.

"Don't make me do it." He calls after you, referring to his manipulation technique to influence you.. make you feel all dizzy and warm inside.

He didn't do it often, he didn't like having to make you listen and subdue you with his abilities. But sometimes..

You don't listen, leaving him behind and watching you ahead on the paved trail that goes back to the castle.

Within these woods was a whole community of buildings amongst the main castle everyone lived in, there was a hospital and a training center that was located not too far behind the huge castle.

They had a jail that was nothing but steel plated walls within the building, the cells were encrypted with a spell that kept dangerous wolves from turning whenever they wanted, they were reduced to their human abilities during their sentencing. He never jailed anyone longer than necessary either, keeping them in there for the entirety of eight moon phases.

It was Konigs way of keeping the peace so their kind wouldn't infiltrate societies prisons. To avoid putting their secret out there he had to build his own world in the woods while also maintaining his humanitarian status, becoming a well known businessman and dealing with dangerous affairs on the governments part.

That way if his wolves act up in society, he'd be the first one notified so he could retrieve them and bring them back to The Jail For Lycanthropy.

There were smaller buildings for daycare, entertainment shops as well as places you could go to buy things to mask your scent or reduce the fever during a heat. Things you cant buy in the normal world.

Everyone had a part to play here and in the human world, maintaining peace and secrecy of their lives all while protecting their pack as well as humans from the bad ones.

Konig was the Colonel, leader, King, Alpha- he was all of them in every form and led their Lycan Militia within the society.

It was mandatory being how vampires were always feuding with them, as well as wolves who pose a certain threat to society; ones with abilities no one else is born with.

Some special wolves can't be tamed or sheltered, resulting in a pack of rebel wolves who never learned to properly maintain their self or control their urges. But the worst one, the leader who came to solely to learn how to control his wolf, used the knowledge and still rebelled and built his own empire outside of Konigs.

"Looks like you've succeeded in carrying that bloodline." You see a figure step from the woods, causing you to halt and hold your breath.

"Konig?" You ask and feel him at your side and immediately push yourself into him.

"I'm here, maus." He soothes you, staring into the eyes of his enemy.

"Who is that?" You ask, looking at the shirtless man who's scarred all over, his face and his torso were decorated with claw and bite marks.

"Someone I should've eaten a long time ago-" Konig growls and steps forward with force, as does the other guy, making you gasp when you see Konig form into his wolf.

You stumble back and cover your mouth, you'd have to lust after his transformation later- shit was gettin real.

Konig lunged for the blonde wolf, going for the jugular first and they tumble into the pavement and it cracks beneath them.

Some smaller looking wolves start to jump in, attacking Konig from the back.

You screamed for help, knowing you're in Konigs world and his team would back him in no time.

Too many young wolves ready to use their skills while their fathers warriors of their time. Was this guy stupid to come here and challenge your King?

Out from the woods emerge some faces you recognize, their fur patterns too distinct not to; that's why they dyed them in such fashion.

One of them run to your side, they were all smaller than an Alpha but bigger than a regular wolf, still it was mesmerizing to see.

"I don't know what's going on, we were walking from the hospital and this guy just showed up out of no where and they started fighting." You tell the brown wolf with pink hearts on her back, she tilts her head at you; confused as to why you weren't helping your mate.

Her topaz eyes look into yours and you wish the telepathy thing worked universally and not with just your mate.

She does a circle around you, sniffing extra hard before making a gruff sound, she comes and sits in front of you and her big eyes bore into yours.

"What?" You ask, instinctively flattening a hand acoess your tummy when you hear their painful whines and growls as the wolves fight to defend their home.

The heart decorated wolf nudges your hand from your tummy and boops her nose on it, sitting back down and looking up at you.

"We just found out. Literally." You tell her and she opens her mouth and grabs your hand, extra cautious of her teeth.

"I can't leave him!" You try to pull your hand back but she growls, she'd drag you away by your dress if she had to.

You were carrying the next king and/or queen, Konig would take her position as a soldier if she didnt defend his Queen and babies as he would.

She's a mother as well, her son had just started his training this week. It's in their blood to defend and fight.

It didn't matter to her that you were a vampire or human, you were her Queen and she trusted Konig with her whole being after seeing how he's maintained life within the forest for all these years.

You look back in time to see your family surround the blonde wolf and his posse, Konig towering over them all as blood dripped from his mouth. The scar across his face now bleeding once again and you frowned.

More kept leaping at him, leaving him to take a stand while more of his soldiers run to his aid.

Once you were safe, the girl forms back, unashamed of her nakedness. She stands and smiles and points to your belly.

"The heat got to you too, huh?" She laughs, tossing her hot pink hair over her shoulder as she grabs her clothes that she had stuffed in a tree trunk.

"Yea.." You sigh, feeling hungry and missing Konig already, extra worried for his safety and what this means for the pack.

"Who was that?" You ask Shelly, looking ahead through the trees as she dresses herself.

"That's Nikto, been around as long as Konig or so I've heard. He wants what we've got here, he don't want to be a part of it. He wants to run it. He used to be apart of the family, trained here and slept here." She pulls her shorts up and comes to sit next to you on the large rock.

"Well what happened, whyd he rebell?" You ask, bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs.

She begins braiding her hair as she speaks, readying herself to protect you efficiently while she gets you to safety.

"He was part of the soldier pack, until one night it was time to lead a vanguard towards the rebels of The Chosen. He turned on his own group, helping the outcasts slaughter and maul every last one. He then taught them what he knew and became their Alpha, he's been growing his nonconformist group ever since." She looks over at you and grabs your hand, pulling you to stand with her.

You look over her doll like features, her little heart tattoo under her eye was cute and fit her personality despite her job. She was the first girl you noticed that night Konig brought you home for the first time, back then her wolf was all pink.

"Any minute the alarm will sound, which means every soldier young, old, and retired will take their stance through the night. No one knows how big this group has gotten, and until we do it's time to lock down. We've built too much here,mine and yours kids future's rely on this place. Come on." She keeps you close, and you cling to her as you look around.

She gets you through the woods away from the trail and reaches the castle from the back. You were looking ahead to the pond you had just visited this morning, and realize how close to home the intruders were.

"They were so close." You whisper and hear a crack behind you, Shelly turns around and yanks you behind her, seeing a man-like wolf.

"I can smell the pregnancy coming from her, his babies. The kings. We're here to collect." He looked animalistic, not fully human or wolf but something in between and you grit your teeth.

"You don't need my babies." You hiss from behind Shelly.

"You don't deserve to carry either bloodline any further. You're all disgraces to us. But we're here for you." He didn't make sense and you didn't care, you just wanted to sink your teeth into his pulse, hearing it extra loud and clear as his veins rush with adrenaline.

"Run." Shelly yells and lurches forward into her wolf as does the other guy, they connect and snip and claw at one another.

You watch, unable to leave her alone even though she's winning.

She was a ruthless fighter, her motherly rage was easy to channel when she needed to.

You hear footsteps and turn in time to see another intruder make his way to you, running full speed, his gray fur shining in the sun.

You dart back through the woods the way you came in hopes of finding Konig. You were zipping between trees, dodging branches and spiderwebs. The wolf was on your tail though, any slower and you'd be in-between his toothy snare.

"Konig!!" You scream so loud the wolf behind you halts, the pitch deafening him for a moment. Their hearing was sensitive, able to tune into many frequencies so naturally it'd fuck him up for a moment.

Konig hears you scream close by, and for the first time since he was chained up years ago and had to watch you leave with Alexei, he panicks.

Suddenly nothing hurt, and his opponent seems too small and he snaps them in half with his teeth.

More had come, surrounding him and his soldiers and being the man he is, he took the hits and bites for them but manages to claw his way out of the frenzied fight and runs towards you.

"Liebe! hear you! I'm coming!' He sounded ragged, even in your head, but you kept running until you ran into a big wall of fur.

You clung to him, your arms trying to wrap around his neck but he's too big.

He was panting and limping, a deep laceration on his side had his fur wet with blood as it dripped.

'Ich bin hier, meine kleine Maus, i'm here.' He sounded so tired, you grab his face on both sides and look into his eyes. He blinked slowly, and his legs began to weaken.

"Hey, no no don't do that. Don't sleep." You go down with him until you're on your knees, he lays on his side and begins breathing rapidly.

"Oh no no, Konig-" You blink a tear away, you didn't know much about canine anatomy and how to help them but you tried.

"Here we just-" You strip from your dress and sit back on your knees and put pressure on the bleeding wound with the dress.

"We gotta stop the bleeding, and and maybe... can you breathe?" You ask, your voice shaky but he doesn't answer.

He had to take the brunt of the attack for his soldiers, they were young and some had just began their training, it was his job as a leader to protect them.

Of course he'd never leave you, if he could just muster the energy to use his power once more...

'I need... you to listen to me, maus, listen.' He opens his eyes and you're right there in his face once he began speaking.

"I'm listening, anything to help you. Anything." You sniff, your tears falling on his black furry face but he doesn't mind.

'Your eye, it's time, maus. I must let it out, only a little.' He was wheezy, bleeding internally as well.

"What? H-how? I don't-"

'Bite me, I will do my best to muster enough power to drain a little poison I had stored in your eye. But you have to extend those fangs on your own though, can you do that maus?' He was being so sweet, it broke your heart to see him down like this.

You wiped your face, sniffing the snot away and gaining your composure for him. Every second counts.

You close your eyes and begin to focus around your teeth, feeling your gums gain a pricking sensation and then it feels cool like peppermint has flooded your mouth. It's poison.

"Where do I bite you?" You ask, your hands buried in his now matted and bloodied fur.

He'd make a mental note to visit the local groomer after this..

Some men would feel weak having their girl save their ass. He felt honored, so much gratitude coursing through him despite the crushing pain he felt in his lungs.

He couldn't go back human, the transformation alone would kill him even if he lived through a transformation to be human- the wounds would kill him. What he sustains as a wolf isn't sustainable for a human body.

He wasn't prepared for an attack like that, things have been so peaceful within the pack since you've been here. He's been softer, giving less homework and training days and he quit scaring his wolves into submission.

You changed him for the better, unknowingly taming him into a sweet and soft lap dog who listens to their owner like a good boy as you've called him.

But this, this attack enraged him. Just when he's found out his liebling is carrying his sweet babies, he gets ambushed.

Something like this would turn any man into their former monster, there used to be days he'd stay wolf. He wouldn't go back human unless absolutely necessary, leading his soldiers to nip the problems in the bud.

To protect you and his family, he'd gladly become that monster again.

He lays there, feeling the adrenaline spiking as he thinks of all the ways he'll tear those wolves to pieces.

'Just bite, liebling.' He urges and feels your teeth sink into his bleeding wound, it looked good..

He yelps and its enough to shock him into being able to drain the poison into the wound, he stops it when he feels it repair his muscles and fill his lungs back up.

You retract your teeth and go back to his face, grabbing him.

"Did it work?" You lick your lips, your face and hands covered in his blood.

'I'm okay, you did so good, meine kleine one.' He sounded better, you could hear his heart beating better as well and his lungs fill.

"What do we do now?" You grab your flat tummy, wondering when it'll start to grow.

'I get you home.' He sounded dangerous as he stood, his eyes going from a black red to just black.

He grabs your bloody dress with his mouth and drops it on your lap, looking around and standing guard over you.

You wring the blood out from the black dress, and pull it back over your head.

Your red kool-aid colored hair disheveled from its blowout look, you couldn't worry about it. The Forrest sounded like an apocalypse was happening with the loud emergency horn blaring.

As soon as you're dressed, Konig nudges you forward and bites the back of your dress and picks you up.

You dangle from his mouth by your dress like a kitten, staring down at the ground below you.

"Konig, I can walk." You whine, but he keeps walking. Your dress felt tight as if you were hanging from a zip line harness.

'Im getting your ass back home, my way.' He didn't have time to argue with you and you didn't bother, knowing how his attitude can get. You cross your arms and huff, watching the moving ground as you sway.

It was wildly uncomfortably and you didn't care about his wolfy habits, you didn't want to be carried like a baby puppy by its neck.

"Konig please put me down!' You huff and he stops abruptly, setting you down gently on your feet and growls, rolling his eyes.

'Get on my back or I'm carrying you again.' He snarls and lays down for a second so you can jump up, grabbing a handful of his fur. You sit on him like a horse and struggle to not smile despite the current situation, so you lay on him and bury your face in the part of his fluff not dripping with blood and dirt.

Konig feels your hands kneading into him, petting and scratching him mindlessly as he gracefully carried you to the castle.

It felt good, even with your poison healing his major wounds he still felt beaten down and bruised but your small hands were a nice relief.

Which angered him more, he'd want nothing more than to stay with you, he wasn't actually upset with you.

He was such a beautiful wolf, you've been admirning him more in the this form unable to understand why yet.

The emotional tether between you and him was stronger now more than ever.

The attack made you sad, you knew he'd be busy the rest of the night but you wanted to lay in bed with him and cuddle into his long, fluffy, calico fur while his big, cold nose nuzzles into your neck.

'I'll be with you as soon as I can, my kleine liebe. I promise. I will not leave you three tonight.' He includes the babies and you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind and kissing the top of his head.

"I love you." You chirp and hold him a minute longer.

'I love you, now get inside, go to our room and don't come out for anything. I'll have guards keep you safe, I'll be back by dark.' He orders you, arriving at the front doors of the castle which was already heavily guarded.

He crouches down and you slide off his back and give him a kiss on the side of his snout before the guards open the doors for you.

It shuts loudly, being no ones in the lobby and all outside fighting.

The four guards who followed you in per their Alphas orders and grab you some food and drinks to keep in your room, making sure you're properly taken care of while Konig takes care of business.

They were very generous, holding the doors open for you and speaking to you with much respect.

They were young still, haven't found their mate yet but that's what rutting season is for. Once you mate, you mate for life unless one dies or it becomes a polyamorous thing.

One of the guards kept closer to than the others, extra intrigued with your pregnancy. He could smell it, the change in hormones and how strong they are when a woman is expecting.

He couldn't help it, he loved the scent, inching closer to you and sniffing you some more.

He was one of the more slutty wolves though, chasing after pregnant women within the pack and in society. Human women had a different scent though, it was sweeter and more potent. But you weren't human, not fully. You had the best of all three, being human/vampire while carrying wolf babies.

He's never smelled anything like it and his curiosity was getting the best of him.

"Quit!" His brother punches him away, seeing how your completely oblivious. They looked just alike, black hair with green eyes.

The movement makes you turn around, looking at them with raised brows as the guilty one stares at you with shameful puppy dog eyes.

"Sorry for his unruliness, he's just more dog than boy." His brother, Seth, answered for him and rolled his eyes.

"What were you doing?" You ask the guilty one, who stuffs his hands in his jeans being he don't have his hands full of snacks and drinks.

"...smelling... you." Sid answers hesitantly and you quirk a half smile.

"Why?" You almost laugh at the ridiculous reasoning. Dogs will be dogs I guess.

"We can smell your pregnancy and let's just say certain hormones change and become... stronger." Seth answers for Sid again and you whip around, continuing to walk to your bedroom.

"I don't wanna know." You shake your head, realizing why Konigs nose was constantly between your legs the days leading up to the doctors appointment.

He's been more feral here lately, almost abandoning his humanly habits with you. So much licking. And the howling? Oh my god you have to beg him to come inside sometimes, damn near dragging him by his tail through the balcony doors.

He's chewed up almost every pair of panties you own, being he can't simply take them off of you and then saves them for later when you're asleep and needs to taste you.

The last week he's refused to go to the groomer when he won't shift back, making you bathe his fur in the large round bathtub in the middle of your shared bathroom.

He only does it to get his way, pinning you down with his large, fat paws and lapping at your slick folds as he mindlessly humps the air and ignores your squeals of anger mixed with pleasure. It only turned him on more.

He'd act out sometimes, chewing your hair straightener cord in half in hopes of stopping you from getting ready and leaving the house. He knew he could use his power over you, but he liked the illusion of choice. It was a game, really.

Lighthearted defiance was a part of any wolf and you learned that quickly, taking part in your own acts of defiance towards him. It kept things exciting, which.. when you're married to a wolf everyday is exciting.

You sit in your room on the bed, antsy, waiting for Konig to come back and wondering if he's okay.

The two guards at your bedroom door had walkie talkies as well as the ones by the balcony doors so you could tune into what was going on.

The pack was taking control, subduing the intruders and locking them up with silver cuffs and putting them in The Jail For Lycanthropy. Konig was patrolling the perimeter, seeing over each of his soldiers squads as they gather the bastard wolves that dared infiltrate their home.

Some of them were already dead from fighting, some half eaten and torn in half.. Konig had always taught his soldiers the more ruthless way of taking out an opponent so they don't become a future enemy.

He was proud seeing how his men and women held their ground, young, old, recently recruited and retired- they all did their job efficiently and kept their home intact.

Now he'd have to call a meeting in the lobby in the morning, congratulate his pack and show his gratitude.

That was most important as a leader, so he's learned.

Most people think control is what makes you a good leader, but unity and understanding- recognition towards the ones who follow you. That's what's important, you don't have to control them when they'd do anything for you anyway seeing the type of leader you are.

Konig struts down the paved walkway that leads to the castle, the sun was setting and he was absolutely beat.

'I miss you.' He whines a little loudly, hoping he's close enough in vicinity for the bond to connect to you.

But you were asleep, not hearing him in your mind like you were waiting on hours before.

He begins to run towards the castle, worried for your silence; he sprints across the yard and into the lobby. His nails click agaisnt the tile as he runs down the long hall that had the room youre in, and bursts in. He jumps on the bed, seeing your sleeping frame still in your bloody dress..

He bares his teeth and barks at the four guards he's sent up here, shooing them away so he can be alone with you.

The scurry off and shut the doors behind them, seeing as their King is in a sour mood.

He gets pissy when he's sleepy and hasn't been around you, as if you're his emotional stability. He licks his chops and lays around you, encasing your body with his as he cuddles into a little ball with you tucked into his chest and belly.

You were so tired but still tried to come to for him, your hands mindlessly roaming his fur. A deep rumble of satisfaction comes from him, deep from his chest as he feels your tiny hands on him. He lightly, very softly licks your cheek and lips affectionately before he lays his head down to sleep.

Deep down his wolf was nothing but a big sweet lover, thirsty for your validation and praises as well as possessive and over protective. Especially now that you're pregnant, it'd be impossible to have even a second of alone time.

Its been five months and you were growing by the day, and the cravings were ridiculous. Steak and cinnamon rolls, raw meat, blood, chips- it was an endless ask but Konig was enamored with the entire process.

Looking at you with heart eyes as you ate his latest hunt, bloody and uncaring of how crazy you looked. He was so in love with you though, everyday you look more beautiful than the last. But this? It was pure art, raw and expressive and so painfully real.

You were the epitome of beauty to him, physically and through your expressiveness. You became more intense than ever, taking him somewhere deep each time you kiss him in a rush of pleasurable need.

As soon as you were done with the deer he caught you, he was infront of you licking the blood off your face, his tongue occasionally slipping inside your mouth.

"Thank you." You tell him, your voice sweet and small as you sat on the grass with your legs extended infront of you.

He licks your head, the motion ruffling your hair before he lays his head on your thighs. His nose touching your belly so he can feel when the babies flutter, his big red eyes extra focused.

He liked being this close to your scent as well, it being stronger than ever. He was obsessed, deeply and truly possessive of your entire being. An imprint only gets stronger as more time is spent with their mate, especially when the action is returned- even the slightest bit of affection keeps them pining for your love.

"I love you, Konig." You smile down at him looking up at you from your lap and he lifts his head, licking his chops. That excited gleam in his eyes, the way he shifted his paws impatiently- he wanted to lick your pussy some more.

"No, Konig. Wait till we get home." You coo, petting his head briefly but he whines and licks his lips again. He nudges your dress and looks back up at you.

'I love you too, please, you smell so good mama-' His begging was cute, those big eyes so hopeful as he excitedly wagged his tail.

He begins licking your thigh and pushes your hand out of his way with his nose and you softly giggle.

"You're so hard headed!" You squeal when he pushes his head between your legs, his soft fur tickling the insides of your thighs.

He licks your pussy through the panties, his eyes looking up at you to see your reaction.

Everyday leading up to your birth was like that, swatting his nose when he suffered it under your dress in public; which wolves weren't shameful creatures anyway. PDA was quite normal but you liked your privacy and, voyeurism wasn't your thing.

He was such a good father, so caring and gentle as he held his newborn son.

He shifted back human once he realized your water broke, immediately taking you to the community hospital. You jad no complications and decided to take an epidural and asked Konig to release enough poison from your eye to heal you.

It worked, leaving your eye still fully white only more glossy like.

"You did so good, darling. Look how beautiful our children are-' Konig praises you, kissing your head before he sits on the edge of the hospital bed.

You smile proudly at him, holding your son close while you watched your mate caress his fingers over your daughters small face. Watching the joy and compassion in his eyes was serene, he was such an intense man. So much to unpack with him, his personality was intricately compartmentalized. You had to really pay attention to Konig to want to understand him, but you'd have to get close to him for that.

And you're the closest and still haven't unpacked all that he is, but you knew that he was perfect in your eyes.

Your life together was perfect, something of a dream or from a book; A tale as old as time.

[noa-de-cajou]

Skeletons in the closet – Another side

Malchys, Jarghal, Hector and Mort (mentioned) belong to @corneille-but-not-the-author

CW for a lot of talk about cancer

I hate it.

I hate what I'm doing.

I hate how I always get this excruciating need to do something, anything. How I'm unable to stay passive. How I always let too much slip.

A month away from the diploma I've worked my ass off for ten whole years and what do I do? Get myself into more trouble. Great job, Ether.

Why do I always try to protect people by diving in headfirst? Never went well for me before. Last time I did, I lost my arm, my future as a surgeon and my best friend, the very person I tried to help.

Yet here I am again. Preparing to go out for dinner with a goddamn cop because I couldn't keep my mouth shut and because the thought of Mort getting any deeper into Malchys’ shit makes me want to bang my head against the wall.

Urgh. Not like I can turn back now.

More important than my moral dilemma, which eye prothesis should I put in tonight.

I’m wearing my red flannel, which is always a safe choice, but I don't know which eye could go well with it. As I look through my box, there’s a small clattering sound. Shit. One of them fell off.

Before I have the time to check if it's broken or not, a small striped tornado zooms right into the bathroom, snatches the prothesis in its mouth and zooms back out.

“Wh- Hey! That’s not edible!!”

I barge into the living room. Pluton stops cleaning Nyx to give me a blank stare. Persephone is ruining my couch with her developing claws and Medusa is currently sending Camus to suplex land, so that means the thief can only be Milgram. Lucky for me, he always hides in the same spot behind the TV.

“Found you!”

I grab him gently by the neck, he doesn't even make a noise.

“... Oh my god. You still have it in your mouth, don’t you.”

Big green eyes stare at me, almost pleading to let him go.

“Nope. Nuh-uh. You’re gonna choke on it. Spit it out, Milgram. Spit. It. Out.”

He doesn't open his mouth, so I do it myself with one finger, and retrieve the eye covered in gooey kitten saliva. Milgram has the audacity to look offended. I give him a boop.

“No eating mommy’s eye, got it? Bad kitty! Bad!”

He meows angrily. I meow back, then carry him to Pluton’s basket. I also break up the fight between Medusa and Camus along the way.

“Don’t meow at me, mister. Timeout for you.”

I give the little hellspawn back to Pluton so he can do some non-gentle parenting, and head back to the bathroom.

Now which eye did he… Oh.

That was my most worn eye prothesis for most of my life. A golden one matching my valid eye almost to perfection.

“See? With that, no one will notice she's missing an eye. You know how kids can be, we wouldn’t want her to get picked on at school, now would we?”

What a time to bring back memories about that, huh.

I haven’t worn that eye in forever. I got tired of hiding after high school. Or maybe I thought that if people focused on my eye, they'd pay less attention to my left arm.

You have some dumb reasonings, when you’re eighteen.

But now it's been eleven years since I lost my arm and I'm here looking at the mirror into my left eye socket that's been empty for much, much longer.

I still remember a bunch of stuff about it. Even if it’s hazy.

I remember a bus ride and the sun blazing and a song. A very soothing song in arabic. I remember a hand holding mine until it didn't anymore. I remember crying and a letter left in my hands and being dropped off in front of a big building with a small worn out backpack.

That's some of the very few memories I have of my bio mom.

I never knew what the letter said. I just vaguely remember what they kept repeating to each other.

“Altifl marid.”

“The kid is sick.”

I have no memories of the chemo. Just know that it didn't work well enough, the thing had already spread and they had to resort to surgery. The oncologist was a great man, very kind, and when he heard that I was abandoned here because my mom was too poor to pay for treatment, he immediately called one of his friends.

You'll see, Siham, he’ll take very good care of you.

An egyptian guy and his greek wife, both living in France. Didn't even hesitate for a second before adopting the sick little five year-old that I was.

So that's pretty much how I met my parents.

My dad told me the whole story when he decided I was old enough. He concluded his explanation with,

Retinoblastoma’s a bitch for sure, but I guess it lead you to us at least. And look at you now, perfectly healthy!

We laughed together back then. I didn't usually told people that I got cancer, because I remember so little it feels secondary to everything else. I've always lived without my left eye and that's just the way it was.

But now, with the whole Malchys thing, it feels personal.

See, this was my first but very much not my last encounter with the crab.

They’re everywhere, those bitches.

In Romy’s, Dal’s mom's brain, when we were eight. That's when I decided to become a surgeon so I could remove all the bad crabs.

In that patient’s uterus, Sabrina. I remember how much she cried. She got better, in the end, but I can't forget her despair.

In Claudia’s thyrroid. Claudia was Leo’s mom. She died when she was ten and left her with her brothers and her asshole of a dad. She got teary-eyed whenever she talked about it.

Then there was Misha, her older sister. The damn thing got in her breast in 2023. She was lucky enough to get better.

Then I learned the crab had been in Khaliun’s uncle’s prostate for twenty years. He never told her. She sobbed for so long in my arms and I was so powerless.

And it’s the smoker’s crab that got Hector. Mort’s husband. The reason I finally decided to switch to an electronic cig.

My own crab is long gone, so why does it feel so heavy now?

Maybe because now I’m wondering what would have happened if I had died in Malchys’ hospital. Maybe my body would have been on that table. For science. For research. Without my family’s knowledge. Regardless of the wishes of the woman who abandoned me so I could get proper care.

And yet, little Ether, little Siham, didn’t think much about that. She just wanted to live. Like Romy, Sabrina, Claudia, Misha, Jarghal and Hector. They all wanted to live. Want to live. And so does everyone around them.

A sick person doesn’t care about an oncologist cutting people open if it increases their chances of survival.

But it still feels wrong. So, so wrong. Aren’t we past the need to disrespect dead people for science?

How cruel would it have been, if Mort had to desecrate the body of her own husband?

The sick child that I was didn’t care. But the doctor that I am now does.

I put down the prothesis and put in another, with a heavy hand. A red one to match the flannel.

There’s a little girl with an eyepatch in the corner of the room and she’s watching me.

Sorry, Siham.

Sorry, Mort.

I have a cop to meet.

[duhragonball]

Phantom Blood Liveblog JJBA ch.1-5

🇬🇧🗡️⚰️🩸🧛🐸🧂Yikes! P-part 1!🌭🍫🏰🧟🛳️🎩🥖

Back in May I liveblogged JoJolion, because I've been wanting to do it for a few years and couldn't find the time. Once I finally got into it, I had a blast, and that got me motivated to block out time to do other JoJo parts. I tried to cover the anime as I watched it in 2017, and the manga for the parts that weren't animated at the time. But I didn't really get a handle on how to do it right until later, and I always wanted to go back and read the manga for the parts I only saw in cartoon form.

And since Part 1 is the shortest one, I thought this would be the easiest one to squeeze into my busy schedule of reading comic books uh... important business. Yes, important sexy business. But liveblogging JoJo is pretty important and somewhat sexy in its own right, so let's begin, shall we?

The story opens on an ancient Aztec sacrificial ritual from sometime between the 16 and 12th centuries BCE. I don't want to spend a lot of time on that, since the main purpose of the scene is to showcase the weird, spooky mystery of the stone mask that appears throughout the story. For the first several chapters, it seems to be little more than a curiosity, but it quickly turns into something much more important.

We then jump to 1880, where Dario Brando is trying to talk to his son, Dio. Look at this. Just look at this. This is the very first time Dio has appeared in anything, anywhere, and he's flipping us all off. No one holds a book like that, Dio, you salty, salty bitch. You ain't slick.

What Dario wants to tell Dio is that he once "rescued" George Joestar back in 1868. I'm using quote marks here because what actually happened was that Dario and his wife discovered the Joestar family in a carriage wreck and tried to rob their corpses. But George was still alive, and he mistook Dario's actions as a kindness. This naivete pretty much defines George Joestar's whole character arc.

George's driver was killed in the wreck, and so was his wife, but their infant son, Jonathan survived. The anime implies that Jonathan's mom used her own body to protect Jonathan as best she could, but that isn't spelled out here. I guess that's kind of a given, though. I mean, she died and the baby lived, so what other interpretation could there be?

Anyway, George wanted to reward the Brando family, so he gave Dario a bunch of money, which he later used to start a hotel, but kind of blew it. But also, George promised to take care of Dario's son if anything ever happened to Dario. So now that he's dying, Dario tells Dio to go to the Joestar estate, where he can become a rich man.

Dio agrees to do this, but not out of any love or respect for his father. He hated Dario, mostly for being a failure who mistreated his mother, and he vows to become rich and powerful, but not for his father.

On the day Dio arrives at the estate, young Jonathan tries to rescue a doll for a girl named Erina. He doesn't know her, but he just happened to see bullies messing with her and chose to intervene. Jonathan gets his ass kicked, though. That doesnt' matter to him, though, because he considers himself a gentleman, and a true gentleman always has the courage to help those in need, even if he can't win. Especially if he can't win.

And this page might be the throughline of the entire JoJo series. I was watching some Hamon Beat videos a few weeks ago, and I was impressed with his response to the notion that Part 1 is "boring". Part 1 is literally the foundation of the entire series, and establishes all of the themes that run through the Parts that follow it. Sure, the 19th Century setting might be a little off-putting for some, and it takes a little while for the nutty super powers to kick in, but Hamon Beat makes a pretty strong argument. How much can someone really enjoy Stardust Crusaders or Diamond is Unbreakable if they hate Part 1?

Young Jonathan standing up for Erina--even when he doesn't know who she is, even when he's outnumbered-- is exactly the same thing that makes Jotaro advance towards Dio when he doesn't seem to have a chance of winning. It's the same thing that drove Josuke in his battle against Kira. Having preferences is fine. It's one thing to like Part 5 better because you liked the Stand powers or fashion choices more. But it's weird that people got into JoJo and seemed to completely miss the real heart of the story, so much so that they held the origin of it all with such contempt.

So Dio arrives to be adopted by George Joestar, and when Jonathan introduces himself, his dog Danny runs up and Dio knees him in the jaw. Keep in mind that Dio's whole agenda here is to play it cool and get in good with the family so he can score a huge inheritance. All he really has to do is behave for a few years until he's established himself, but he hates dogs, and he's too angry to hide it.

The family dynamic becomes pretty clear up front. Dio's main goal is to demoralize Jonathan any way he can. Presumably he wants to diminish Jonathan in the eyes of George, so that Dio will get the lion's share of the inheritance. And Jonathan is a little too nice for his own good, so he lets things slide in an attempt to get along. And George is still to naive to see Dio as anything but a perfect little gentleman.

For example, one night George scolds Jonathan for his table manners and sends him to bed before he can finish dinner. George points out Dio's impeccable table manners, which is... kind of ironic, considering what Dio will be doing for nutrition later on.

Anyway, the isolation really starts to get to Jonathan, and he wonders in a moment of teen angst if anyone will even miss him when he dies. This always gets to me, because Jonathan is part of this lineage of JoJo protagonists, but he's the very first one, and the second one won't show up for decades. Jonathan's the founder of this thing, but he has no way of knowing that, and it's a very lonely position to be in. If only he could know how dearly he'll be missed after he's gone, and how much his loss will mean to his descendants in the future. Maybe this is why I like Part 2 the best.

Oh, also this scene of him staring at the moon kind of reminds me of Jolyne looking at the moon in prison. But let's move on.

No, wait, let's not move on, because Jonathan's morbid thoughts lead him to notice the portrait of his dead mother that's mounted over his bed. Maybe that gives him some small comfort, the reassurance that if he misses her despite having no memory of her, then perhaps his life can mean something to others as well. Anyway, he forgot he had secret bedtime candy in his room, so he won't go to sleep hungry tonight.

But Jonathan's life still sucks. Dio quickly steals away all of Jonathan's friends by beating him at boxing with his superior fighting skills. Jonathan and his pals box for fun, but Dio grew up on the streets, so he knows all the tricks. He offers to teach the others, but warns them not to share his secrets with Jonathan, whom he says can't keep secrets.

This is sort of the basis of Dio's interpersonal skills. "Everyone wants to be friends with someone who is strong or will do something for them!" By making himself useful to the others, and making Jonathan appear weak and useless, Dio can ingratiate himself to the other boys, and isolate Jonathan further.

Later, George sees Dio checking out the Stone Mask and explains how he bought it at a yard sale in London the day of the carriage accident. Dio is curious about its value, its history, and the Aztec writings inside it, but he denies having any interest in the thing.

Meanwhile, Jonathan hits it off with Erina Pendelton, the girl he tried to help earlier in the story. They ride old-timey roller coasters and swim in old-timey swimsuits and so on.

Here's a panel of Erina chilling out with Danny that I thought was pretty cool.

But Dio quickly finds out about this, and decides to forcibly kiss Erina just to wreck what little happiness Jonathan has left.

You might have noticed by now that Dio is kind of an asshole. Again, this is the blueprint for every other villain in the franchise. Dio's already got a bright future ahead of him as an adopted son of George Joestar, but he wants more, and he believes he can increase his own fortune by oppressing others. Dio wants to dominate Jonathan, Kars wanted to dominate all of nature, Kira and Diavolo wanted to erase all evidence of their crimes to live as they pleased, and so on.

But it's not as easy as he likes to think. For all his cruel tactics and ruthless plotting, Erina can shut him down just by washing off her face with gutter water to show her contempt for him. Dio could just let this slide and appreciate how well his plan is working, but he can't. He knows he's being insulted, and he can't stand that. Deep down inside, he wants something that can't be reduced to a simple display of power. He can hurt and manipulate others but he can't make them love him.

For a while, Jonathan isn't aware of this incident between Dio and Erina, because Erina is too ashamed to go near him or tell him. But Jonathan still has Danny. George tells Dio about Danny's backstory. As a pup, Danny was timid, so Jonathan use to tease him and throw rocks at him and stuff. But then Jonathan was drowning in a river, and no one was there to help him, except Danny, who dove in and pulled him to safety like a good boy.

The moral of Danny is that he had no reason to repay Jonathan's cruelty with loyalty, but he did it anyway, and after that they became good friends, with Jonathan never giving him orders. The bond between them was more like that of trusted friends.

Of course, Dio can't understand any of this. He just sees Danny as another vulnerability of Jonathan's to exploit. It's possible, though, that Dio envies what Jonathan and Danny have together, and he can't have that for himself because the concept is so alien to him...

Later, Jonathan finally finds out about what Dio did to Erina, and he confronts Dio immediately. Dio kicks his ass again, but this time Jonathan refuses to back down. He knows if he loses this fight, he'll never escape Dio's shadow, so he knuckles up and...

BAM! PART 1 IS BORING? BITCH WHERE?

YEAH FUCK HIM UP JONATHAN! FUCK HIM UP!

So as they fight, some of Dio's blood splashes onto the Stone Mask, and it falls off the wall, then a bunch of claws come out of it, as though triggered by the blood. This distracts Jonathan, but not for very long.

Dio actually cries, although I suspect this was just a diversion so he could pull a knife, but before he can escalate things, George shows up and scolds them both for fighting in the house. Being George, though, he leans harder on Jonathan for beating Dio excessively. Dammit, George...

Dio retaliates by locking Danny into the incinerator, and the next time one of the servants uses it, he discovers Danny burning alive. I'm pretty sure the anime didn't show Danny getting out of the incinerator, so here you go.

Jonathan comes home to find out Danny's dead, and he knows Dio did it but he can't prove it or start another fight, so he just goes to bed and has a depression nap. As for Dio...

He finally does enough self-reflection to realize that he's overplaying his hand. Dio's plan is to play the long game and win the Joestar estate, but he underestimated Jonathan's righteous fury and pushed him too far. If he tries any more shenanigans, it might wreck everything, so he resolves to dial it back for a while.

Meanwhile the Stone Mask... uh... doesn't do anything. Patience, folks...

[lady-of-snails]

bae what are ur thoughts on the new bnha chapters and how the ending is looking so far!!! i've been a fan of your fics since the beginning (since "snail has bkdk brainrot" had three parts LOL) and i know you haven't posted fics in a while but would LOVE to here ur interpretation/perspective on the canon events/the trajectory of bkdk's relationship!! i love how you illustrate and characterize their relationship sm and thank u for all the joy you've brought me through ur work the past few years!!

omg an og snail reader hi!! ty for the love <3 and UGH my thoughts about the ending,,, i will put them under the cut to hide spoilers!

honestly? i'm a fan of bkdk's ending!! ik its not the canonization everyone dreamed of but i actually love that there were 0 canon ships by the end :') so often stories feel like shakespeare comedies where absolutely everyone has to get paired up in some way even if that doesn't make sense, and i'm really glad hori didn't do that!! esp with ochako and izuku - I HAVE SO MANY BIG FEELINS ABOUT OCHAKOS ENDING TOO BTW :')) I LOVE HER SO MUCH AND I LOVE THAT SHES CARRYING TOGA WITH HER AND ACTUALLY MAKING AN ACTIVE EFFORT TO CHANGE THE WORLD (even though i HATE that toga died and think that shouldn't have happened,,,).

ok, as for bkdk specifically - QUIRKLESS DEKU GETTING TO STILL BE A HERO??? KATSUKI CANONICALLY DEDICATING YEARS OF HIS LIFE AND MONEY TO MAKING DEKU'S "IMPOSSIBLE" DREAMS COME TRUE BC HE CANT STAND THE IDEA OF IZUKU NOT BEING A HERO BY HIS SIDE?? KATSUKI CANONICALLY DREAMING OF BEING A HERO WITH IZUKU FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE?? literally what more could i realistically ask for (except for a final hand holding panel,,, hori pls we were so close </3). in my mind that is canon bkdk they love each other so much they're best friends they get to be heroes together, AND we get to see that deku really CAN be a hero without a quirk :') i loved the bait n switch ending where u think it's just gonna be deku saying "at least i can still inspire people" (which is sweet but a lil cliche) and then NOPE,, ur gay ass boyfriend changed his entire belief system just bc of you <3

the development of katsuki throughout the whole thing just means SO much to me,,, he grew up so much and now hes an ADULT and he's so beautiful :')) and the devotion that he and izuku show each other throughout, whether or not it has any specific labels, means SO much to me too (esp as a person who doesn't always feel comfortable with labels of any kind). the fact that hori emphasized that it was KATSUKI who drove the fundraising efforts, but also that all of class 1-A worked together, is just lsdskldklsd izuku is so so loved :'))

and god. i love ochako so much. her moments in the last chapters were so dear to my heart, watching her break down while trying to hold it in behind a smile was so painful and so izuku-like of her and i was so happy when he came over the hill to comfort her because those two are so similar and they are so best friends and their relationships means SO MUCH TO MEEEE. ik im rambling im just,, full of love for these characters.

and they all love each other so much,,, in so many different ways. and that just really strikes a chord with me <33 and pro hero bkdk and support gear deku are CANON!!! lfg

[k-s-morgan]

︎This is the first time ever I'm writing to a writer as I'm a lil anxious about my English. But after many years of reading your flawless work (TGSTLTH), I really couldn't hold myself anymore; if I stay silent one more second, I'm going to explode from repressed emotions.XD

I'm absolutely going crazy over your storytelling. I think nobody -and I do mean NOBODY- was this close to perfection with the characterization of Sebastian and Ciel. It's like you are working together with Yana herself. You've really managed to catch every aspect of their relationship that made this whole storyline (manga and anime) the way it's been, which seems to be the entire reason why I still can't get over Kuroshitsuji. It's just so dark and dramatic... the bitter power struggle between these two and the way they compete for control —which is pretty entertaining to see when you think about it because both parties are unable to maintain any type of control or authority over the other.

From what I see, this fandom has mixed feelings about S2 of the anime. Some love it, some ignore its whole existence, and some people are okay with it. Unfortunately, I'm the second one. I like the story arcs that are canon to the manga. When I first started to read TGSTLTH, I really thought that fanfic would follow the storyline without S2 in it since you reflect the complexity of the bond they share as a human and demon so prettily. I've always wondered if Ciel, as-twelve-years-old brat, managed to become Sebastian's living hell, how much of a pain in the ass he would be as he grows older. And the plot has several unresolved mysteries that have not been addressed yet. That's why I'm not a big fan of S2; it closes off all the possible ways this story can go as its ending. However, you are the only one who could warm me up to S2; I trust you.

I read the snippets. It was surprising to see Ciel doubting his appearance. I was questioning whether his look-alike was truly superior or if it was just the circumstances influencing his perception. I feel like it's mainly his fear of not being good enough for Sebastian to stay. Which explains his continuous freak-out about the possibility of his soul being unworthy. And I clearly remember Sebastian thinking, "The boy wasn't nearly as pretty" upon seeing him.

Your talent is exceptional and beyond comparison. Please never stop writing. Stay safe...❤❤

B.

Ps. If my English is difficult to read or understand, please feel free to ignore this.

Hi! Please don't worry, your English is absolutely fine! I'm so happy you've been enjoying Those Gentle Slopes so much, and I'm honored that you feel like I did justice to Ciel and Sebastian. They are my favorite characters, and Ciel is probably my most favorite character ever, across all fandoms, so I really treasure the chance to work with them and get such lovely feedback from other readers.

With S2, yes, it created a lot of controversy in the fandom, but also yes, I love it with my whole heart! I always call it a love letter from Sebastian to Ciel. I do have some issues with it, like the exccessive sexualization in general and of Hannah in particular - it feels just awkward sometimes, but the main plot and especially the resolution make me ridiculously happy.

I agree that the bond between a demon and a human is fascinating. I enjoy exploring it a lot, and I so look forward to all the adventures Ciel and Sebastian will have. But I also think that it cannot go on like this forever: even if Ciel got older, sooner or later, something wuld have to give. He'd either die from old age, which would feel like a very underwhelming ending to me, or Sebastian would eat his soul likepromised - but then I'm sure we'd have ended up with the Red Valentine development, where he's lonely, miserable, and missing Ciel. The idea of Ciel becoming a demon in a way that puts such a strain on his relationship with Sebastian - it's like a new life for their bond. So many new conflicts and possibilities could emerge from it - new settings, new events, new power struggles. If you stick around, I really hope you'll like it! And I really appreciate your trust.

And yes, you're absolutely right, Ciel is prettier than his look-alike (at least from how I envision it). Sebastian probably overestimates the difference between them a bit because he's biased in Ciel's favor while Ciel is freaking out because he's been feeling insecure and unworthy for a while at this point, and learning about Sebastian's second contract was just the last blow. These two idiots…

Thank you for your wonderful ask again! I hope you enjoy the next chapter.

[ai-luni]

nsfw hcs for merrick? i absolutely l o v e your writing, its so crisp i am literally crushing it up and snorting it like coke rn. also my boy is so underappreciated🥲

HE IS!! YES!! Merrick is so underappreciated. I need edits of him, I need fics of him. Genuinely his voice does things to me, I’m so obsessed with how scratchy his voice is. 

It’s actually embarrassing how much I listen to the ghost’s voice lines. @lylesx got me so addicted to Rorke’s voiceline video and I kid you not, it’s an experience. Now that’s what I snort like coke. 

And I’m so glad somebody asked because this has been plaguing my mind forever. Most childish gambino songs remind me of Rorke. Les, heartbeat, me and your mama, the redbone x bonfire mashup.

Thomas Merrick NSFW Headcanons

Now, let’s begin. 

Save a ghost, ride a cowboy. This man can be damn rowdy if you want him to be. 

He’s hot headed, loves a good bar, a good game of pool, like a true yeehaw blooded american. So if you get him to wear a cowboy hat, you’re really in for it. 

Merrick is steadily approaching his older years now and having been around the block a couple times now, I think he’d definitely prefer a partner who knows what they want. That doesn’t mean you have to be experienced, he's just a little over the shyness of it all now. The man does not beat around the bush, he wouldn’t be a commander today if he wasn’t assertive.

Merrick’s not opposed to one night stands but he’s also started to make jokes that he’s ‘over his prime’. Unless you completely took charge and played all of your cards correctly, I don’t think he’d take home a woman in their 20’s. 

The whole ‘innocent young girl’ act just wouldn’t work on him, period. He would love the idea of having a daughter one day, even if he had to do it as a single father. I’m certain you can find the correlation there yourself. 

(On a different note, Merrick as a father - to a daughter especially - is incredibly protective. He’ll scare off any potential date until they find one he likes, he’ll be proactive if anyone was making fun of them in class and the house has many security systems built in. Not to mention the fact he’s a petty officer, so if his child doesn't do their chores on any given day, they’ll never live it down).

Merrick’s favourite thing to this date is shower sex. Warm water, a hot woman and all the time in the world. What more could he ever ask for?

Seriously though, he’s been a SEAL since he was 17. The man has spent his entire life tossed between aircrafts, navy carriers, land bases and raid sites. The most luxurious thing to him is a long, hot shower. 

When he’s home alone, he’ll get himself off in the shower (also because it feels more private to him and it’s an easy clean up overall). Water running down his spine, palmed braised on the tiled wall. He’ll let his head hang forward, eyelids clamped. If an incredibly undignified noise wants to leave his mouth, then is the only time he’ll let it slip. 

However, he’ll have you in any position imaginable that could fit in that shower. His absolute favourite is having a shower with a glass door facing the mirror above the vanity. He’ll press your chest up to the glass and watch as you struggle to find a comfortable way to rest your head. Eventually he’ll give in and yank your wet hair back to your chin and sit against the glass, leaving your throat on complete display just for him. Then there's your ass slapping against him, your curved spine shiny and wet. It’s not the best position to get the most of him in you and you’ll likely cramp up quicker, but if you can handle it, it’s the quickest position to get Merrick to finish. 

Circling back to the daughter thing: man has a breeding kink. He’ll take any chance he can to ask if he can make you a mummy. 

There was one time you were riding him, holding his hands out by his head. The sight of you alone taking what you need from him was enough to keep him hard long after release but then you started to talk to him. Tease him the best way you know how. 

“You wanna be a father hmm? I’m gonna make you a father” He’ll groan like he was in pain and you’ll feel it, his dick deep inside you just as restless as his hands were. “What will your kids call you? Dad, daddy, papa?” 

When he’s out on a mission, if he’s not thinking about the view of you in the shower, it’s your voice in his ear getting him off. And when you’re with him, then wrap your arms around his neck, let your hands roam his chest and whisper in his ear for only him to hear about how good of a father he’s going to be. He will follow you around like a lost puppy. 

You did it to him around the ghosts once and they kicked up a storm. What nasty, dirty thing could you have possibly said to make him completely melt in your hand like that. 

If it’s not a “mummy” kind of day, he’ll say “yes ma’am.” In or outside the bedroom, he’ll say “yes ma’am” and absolutely loves it when you run the show. He’s also an avid user of “that’s my woman” when you are doing something helpful or badass.

I don’t know about you but I am absolutely whipped for this man’s voice. He would be absolutely smitten if he found out what his voice did to you. Also another thing that should be talked about more here is that Merrick can speak spanish. 

So if you’re being cruel and teasing him, he’ll send it back ten fold (He’s a massive tease and would love a witty woman). He’ll whisper right back into your ear, telling you what he wants to do to you, how hot you look in that outfit and sprinkle in anything in Spanish, until you're a shameless, moaning mess in public. 

Merrick isn’t opposed to public sex depending on the situation. Mission are an absolute no and it’d be very unlikely he’d let go all the way when hiding out in a safe house. 

(If you were with the ghosts hiding at a safehouse, he’d honestly see it as a game of ‘who can last the longest’. Both of you so so stubborn that the game has only ever ended the lot of you going back into combat or with Rorke or even Elias saying they’ll clear the room just so he can fuck you already. The both of you get so tense and strict just because you’re holding out on each other and the others find it very. very. annoying). 

If you were at a bar or restaurant or cinema or even another ghost’s house, however, it’s fair game (granted you can actually find a spot you won’t get caught).

It all started in a movie once, only two other seats were filled out and both were on the other side of the room. You grabbed his hand, stuck it between your legs and started to grind against it. He may have given you the most unamused look but even when you finished, he wouldn’t let go of your pussy until the film was done. 

He can be quite loud in the bedroom. Most of the time, however, he’ll only grunt and groan. He’s gonna be really worked up or angry to get a yell out.

He finds the maintenance of his beard quite an intimate thing and as much as a middle aged man can, he gets quite giddy when you trim it for him. 

Having you sit on his lap in the bathroom with a comfortable silence. His hands instinctively roaming your back as you giggle. His smile makes it harder for you to be precise that eventually you hold his head still by the jaw. He wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off you as concentrated on getting this right for him. He didn’t seem to care as much as you did and just brought you into a kiss. 

Usually if things escalate like that, you’d have to finish trimming his beard later in the night. 

Like mentioned before, Merrick’s been a SEAL for all of his adult life. He’s been a ghost since his early 20’s and has become most of his identity. Seeing you in his ghost mask could then draw two responses out of him depending on how he’s feeling.

On some days, he’d hate to see you wear the mask, see you be associated with any of the violence that that mask has seen.

On other days and more commonly however, seeing you wear his mask does something to him. Seeing you let this mask that has become a symbol of him wrap your face, so willing to be one with him. He wouldn’t make love to you in it but it would definitely instigate the evening. 

Besides he’s always thought the mask looked cool and you looking hot in it only confirms it. And then if the mask continued to smell like your perfume, even for a few days afterwards, he would be the happiest man alive. 

[haydenbites]

exposée Time!

i literally don’t know what to say but all i know is i should’ve listened to that anon when they told me that MARTIN was the one who had been harassing deerlottie at the time but anyway! exposing dorkytboy/dorkytboyagain/soggykittylottie/freakytravismartinez bc ur a weird ass bitch!

so i think i started talking to him like last year(?) in november or october and really he was the first to start talking to me in my asks box. At first i was like charmed by him but i wasn’t like in a relationship with him. when we eventually did start talking there was this whole honeymoon phase and yk im excited bc obvi it’s my first t4t relationship and first relationship since breaking up with a previous ex.

so nothing really happens blah blah blah until im made aware of his strong hatred for cnc and please dont start the bs in my comments idc if you like it or not that’s not my business. anyway! i found it weird how he would just randomly jump and ask me if i was into it and im like no because like i said idc abt it that much.

so first and obviously, hes hella immature and i could never be serious with him.. not even when we were breaking up.. it seemed that he would just not even try to tell me what was going on w him and i wasnt even gonna try to figure it out so obvi i returned that energy bc what!

here we can see one of the examples of him being odd for lit no reason like you’d think i did something for him to say this whole time it was unprovoked! again we will see another example of him being a weird ass bitch!

this is me ending a conversation that i had no interest in because i did not want to talk to him, and instead of me engaging in a conversation i didnt feel like having and then being an asshole, i decided to be the bigger person and just go to sleep before that happened. this is something that happened frequently before we broke up. i always had to be the one to end a conversation when it was becoming toxic because he was being weird and that energy was lit draining me and making me enter depressive states. and when i noticed this in my mind i already kinda decided i didnt wanna be with him anymore, so until I found the courage to break up with him, i was just cordial with him bc atp i didnt have anything to say to him.

at some point when we were starting to get really toxic, he went on some odd ass travnat craze and it drove me nuts. before this we also had a really horrible and stupid argument because we were talking a little and i was abt to shower so i told him that and he asked me why do i shower everyday and im like.. bc ur supposed to like what and he’s like “hold dry skin” and so obviously im like it’s dirty not to shower everyday bc thats how i was raised and that my skin wasnt dry bc its not and i stay hydrated. then he turns around and says you should shower two/three days out of the whole week.. 😷🤢 bitch ur pussy is sour and ur ph is fucked up! anyway! and then i called him dirty and wtv wtv. throughout this whole time he was being so unserious. so then he was like u don’t start stinking after one day and he called me the r slur so im like “oh the slur…….” and he goes “the slur i can say oh….” and regardless its still weird for him to call me that and i called him out and he called me sensitive. so im like “so im sensitive bc i think its weird that u say slurs with negative historical connotations? just because you can slay a slur doesn't mean that you should.” then i said “i can say the n word bc im black but i dont because its a slur and it has a negative history” so obvi i gagged him but he still decided to keep going bc it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t get the last word. he continues to call me sensitive, saying things like how does this hurt me and he kept insulting me because he wants to say slurs.. right.. and then he tried to get me to see about the f slur and at the time i didn’t label myself as gay so i didn’t say it, and i didn’t wanna say it. after this i tried to end the conversation by saying “so obviously you're not going to stop saying slurs regardless so what are we even talking about like who r u feeling like” and ofc he sends a pic. i tried to end the convo but it kept dragging so i tried to leave and he kept talking. since that time he continued to say the r slur and make fun of me in a way bc i didnt like him saying that stuff around me.

so the conversations were like this and when i told him i wanted to break up with him he literally said “but travnat” while i was being serious. and that quite literally blew me out of the water so obviously i crashed out and he kept giving me bullshit responses and sending me pictures when before this i asked him to stop doing that when i was being serious bc it was very immature. i also questioned if he was actually the age he said he was because for an 18 year old he seems to not understand the concept of time and place and obviously is very immature. i explained to him that in normal relationships people dont just go from having very heated conversations to trying to be normal because it isn’t healthy and i just didn’t really like him anymore because him being so odd within the fandom i hyperfixated on for so long just turned me off. i don’t have exact screenshots but here’s basically a summary of what happened.

when we broke up i didnt immediately block him, which i now realize is a mistake. even though we were broken up now, he still tried to sext with me multiple times to the point where i tried to be nice to him about letting him know i didnt want that anymore but he kept saying sexual things to me and i literally had to beg him to stop. after even more arguments came about and him being even more weird to me, i finally grew a pair and blocked him. i saw him being miserable on the tl and i literally could care less because that’s what he gets. i regretted it at first because i felt so lonely but now i dont regret it at all! he deserves everything that’s happening to him rn because hes a bad person and hes immature as hell! every other time i saw him posting when i was using a friends acct he was still being weird and surprise surprise he’s racist and he sends ppl rape threats! 🥰 no wonder why he deactivated!