#and I get scared to wake people up when I get hungry in the middle of the night

[lauryn-order]

If I could give you one piece of advice, it would be to have a snack drawer in your bedroom.

[wondersinwaynemanor]

i have this hc that the rest of the batkids are getting comfortable in going to Jason and Roy's place, and just know that Jason won't get mad because of Lian's presence.

[i promised myself i won't make the scenerios too long]

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Jason walks out the room to get some water from the kitchen, when he hears the kitchen cabinet open.

and viola, it's Tim and Steph opening a box of fruit loops cereal.

Jason, tries to keep his voice low: What in the actual fuckery are you both doing here in the middle of the night?

Steph, munching on some food, raises both of her hands: This was Tim's idea. I'm innocent.

Tim, shrugs: Lian said I could have some of her fruit loops.

Jason: I swear, Replacement, I'm going to-

Lian, walking from behind the counter, rubs her eyes: Don't be mad, Jayjay. I told Uncle Tim and Aunt Steph they could take some of my food.

Jason, frustrated at this point: Did you wake her up?

Tim and Steph both shake their heads.

Roy, from their room: Jaaaaaybird, let the kids eat!

Jason, sighing, takes Lian's hand slowly: Let's get you back to bed, Princess.

Lian, sleepily: Don't forget to add to the swear jar, Jayjay.

Tim and Steph laugh quietly by the time Jason and Lian disappear for their sights, and continue to eat.

---

at 5 in the morning, Roy shrieks from the hallway. Jason immediately goes out to check.

Roy, a hand on his chest: Damn it. Cass scared the living hell out of me.

Jason, raises his brow: Cass???

Roy points to the living room. Cass is sitting comfortably on the couch, still in her Black Bat suit, but cowl off. Lian has her head on her lap as Cass runs her fingers softly on her hair.

Cass looks up at the two men, but doesn't say anything. then smiles down as she sings a low lullaby to Lian.

Jason: Uh, I think it's best if we let her be.

Roy, nods: I agree.

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as Jason and Roy are getting comfortable on bed, Lian knocks on their bedroom door.

Jason: I already put her to bed. I think it's the chocolate milk, Roy. She gets a little hyper before bed.

Roy, getting up from his position, chuckles: Maybe munchkin got hungry. Again.

Jason chuckles with him, putting the blanket higher on his upper body.

Jason is not too sure, but he dozes off for a few minutes. and reaches for Roy on his side, but he isn't there. thinking, Lian did get hungry, he stands up from the bed and exits the room.

he should have just continued to sleep.

on the couch, there's Dick, still in his suit, a few bruises on his face and a bandaged leg, and Duke, on his suit as well, a few bruises on his face too, but no bandages whatsoever. Lian is sat between them as the three of them watch an animated show on the television.

Jason, standing a distance from the couch, crosses his arms on his chest: Last time I checked, this is supposed to be a private apartment for three people. This isn't a vacation home-

in sync, Dick, Duke and Lian shush him, their eyes glued on the screen.

Roy laughs from the kitchen.

Jason, approaches him: What's going on here?

Roy, wipes his hands on the kitchen towel: Lian let them in. Dick is injured-

Jason: Good.

Roy, pulls Jason close by the waist: Dick, your brother, is injured. I patched him up. Duke thought it was a good idea for them to stop by here to rest.

Jason: And they're ruining Lian's sleeping hours.

Roy, kisses his temple: It's a Saturday, Jaybird.

Jason, murmurs: Sure.

Roy, smiles: You're such a dad now.

Jason blushes, hiding his face on Roy's shoulder.

---

as Roy brings Jason on top of him, they hear Lian's loud giggles from outside their room.

Jason, looks down at Roy: I thought she's asleep already.

they both stand up to check on Lian.

and it's her and Damian on the living room floor, a kitten between them. the kitten is wrapped with Robin's cape.

Jason: Looks like the brat found another kitten.

Jason and Roy stare lovingly at the scene for a few minutes. Lian smiles brightly, patting the kitten gently. Damian is also smiling, caressing the animal on his arms.

[snaillock]

would you do satosugu discovering their "friend" (both of them have a fatass crush on m!reader) is a teen dad, and just all of them chaotically taking care of a baby. (like those collage students raising a baby tiktoks?)

ok so technically i only write for blue lock buttttttttttt… i am more than willing to make an exception for this. this is also my favorite niche of satosugu fics so im super honored someone requested it from me

tags: male reader has a foster daughter bc hell yeah girl dads, unnamed child bc that's too much for me, reader is a sorcerer, found family but in a janked up kinda way, whipped satosugu, pre-hidden inventory so everyone is in high school in this this a long one yall

part two coming soon!

★ when assigned an extremely harsh mission, you find an orphaned child barely a year old within all the rumble. you soon found out her family was recently killed in the destruction. unsure of what would happen to her after this, you decided to take her as your own.

★ scared of any judgment, you didn’t tell anyone about her so only a few higher-ups were aware. luckily you were allowed to live off campus so you two could have more space and privacy.

★ however the physical effects of raising a kid all on your own at such a young age were certainly showing. you came to school visibly worn down, often falling asleep in the middle of class and taking more absences than usual.

★ the first people to notice, of course, were gojo and geto. as nosy as they were, they tried not to push it, knowing you had just come back from a really taxing mission. though they did get more and more suspicious whenever you didn’t let them visit your new place.

★ however one day, they did spot you out in public wearing a baby carrier with, of course, a baby they’d never seen before resting right inside. they immediately came up to you and bombarded you with multiple questions before you got them to chill out and explained everything.

★ wanting you to take some time off (and win you over), they offer to take care of her regularly. who were you to refuse? after all, it is free babysitting and you were already using up so much money hiring actual babysitters.

★ during their first babysitting job, you thanked them profusely before going back into your room and instantly falling asleep the moment your body hit your bed, taking a very well-deserved nap.

★ you see, gojo was already pretty hesitant about you having a kid around. this was before he took in megumi so he found basically any child gross and annoying. (though he’s somehow even more attracted to you now that you’re a dad.)

★ coughs dilf lover gojo i mean what?

★ so when gojo picked up your baby for the first time, she immediately cried when they made eye contact and he got so so personally offended that he started rethinking this whole babysitting thing.

★ the first thirty minutes or so of taking care of your kid went pretty okay. that was until she started crying again and neither of them knew why.

★ you see, these idiots have no idea how to care for a child.

★ they frantically tried to calm her down and figure out what was wrong without needing to wake you. they checked if she was hurt in any way, she definitely wasn’t hungry since they already fed her, nor did she need to be changed. gojo even called shoko to see if she could do anything.

★ when they eventually saw her crawling towards your room and sobbing right outside your door, hesitantly let her in to see her climb onto your bed and lay down with you, realizing she just missed you the whole time. that entire experience made them so exhausted that they almost climbed into bed with you. but when they saw the gratitude on your face after you woke up, it made it all worth it.

★ luckily the next few times they watched over her, babysitting got more and more easy as she grew used to them.

★ they start coming over so often to look after her that your place basically becomes their second home.

★ geto is in charge of doing her hair since the last time gojo attempted it, it was just a big mess of hair ties and ribbons. geto’s definitely not complaining since he loves to get her ready. in fact, geto does a lot of the responsible stuff when taking care of her since gojo, hmm what’s a nice way to put it, lacks a lot of the necessary skills.

★ oh yeah, remember what i said about gojo hating younger children? yeah, that completely changes as he spends more time with your daughter. he’s almost always playing with her or showing up with a brand new toy or stuffed animal just for her. he ends up loving her so so much and wants to be her cool fun dad.

★ unfortunately both of them are way too nice when it comes to disciplining her. they let her get away with so much. late bedtimes, too much tv, grabbing any treats she wants off the grocery store shelves. how can they not spoil such an adorable little girl like her!?

★ what’s also unfortunate is how they try to drag you into it.

“come on, y/n. let loose a little. cake for dinner does sound pretty appetizing right now.”

“come on. just let her watch ten more minutes before bed.” gojo lazed on the couch with her on his lap. “besides this cartoon is starting to get good.”

“come onnn… just let her buy it.” geto held up a sparkly pink dress you already told him she doesn’t need with his own sparkles in his eyes. “she’ll look so cute in it. i promise i’ll pay you back.”

★ their hearts explode whenever you’re affectionate with her. they love the way you gently rock her in your arms while humming a sweet lullaby, slowly lulling her to sleep. the way they see you kiss her forehead after placing her into the crib before quickly turning around and acting like they weren’t staring the whole time. they fall head over heels for you for probably the twentieth time by now since they met you but those times were definitely the hardest.

★ they’ve been in her life for a good while so when she begins talking more frequently, she starts calling them her papas as she does with you. gojo aka former “ugh kids are so gross and icky” feels his heart combusting whenever she calls him that and he owns that title proudly. meanwhile geto feels so endeared and honored that she sees him that way.

★ “we’re not the stepdads. we’re the dads that stepped up!” looking asses.💀

★ the secret of you having a kid doesn’t last for long since these two can’t keep quiet about it. they’re just way too happy and want to show her off. especially gojo who scrolls through 100s of photos of her while gushing about her to basically anyone who’ll listen. shoko and nanami are the most common targets whenever this happens.

★ he even ends up showing photos of you and your daughter napping together (that you had no idea he took), making you snatch his phone away in embarrassment.

★ whenever you guys go out on family dates to go to the beach or picnicking, geto always takes the time to dress her up with pretty hairstyles and cute little outfits. he absolutely loves doting on her.

★ they love her with all their hearts and would do absolutely anything for her. she’s so lucky to have three weird dads take care of her and raise her. a very odd and… unconventional family dynamic but an amazing one nonetheless. this family only grows bigger and bigger once gojo takes in megumi and geto practically adopts mimiko and nanako.

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[astarionapologist]

My head too is full of bg3 so I'm gonna go ahead and suggest/ request a Halsin x female Tav fic, smut is very welcome hehe :)

Also I'm of the opinion that this man definitely has a breeding kink so if that's something you would write, I'd be really happy about it ^^

Have nice day :)))

OHHH FUCK YEAH DADDY HALSIN ‼️‼️

but no seriously he’s such a big sweetie pie I love him sm

Warning 18+ minors please don't interact!

Includes breeding kink and biting and soft horny Halsin

Nature’s embrace: Halsin x reader

After you finally arrive to baulder’s Gate your next mission is the most important one yet! It’s time to go find a nice spot to set up camp. Exhausted and tired of walking Astarion begs you to take a break! Stay at a tavern for a bit! Stay under some shady buildings! Hells under some trees maybe! Point is he’s done for the day and is begging you along with the rest of the group to agree with him for break. In which you all decide to rent out a room for a couple nights in the Elfsong tavern.

After unpacking and changing out of your armor into more casual clothes your realized how starved you were after such a long journey here. Little did you sense the tall rugged elf was beside you.

“Hungry aren’t you?” He says grabbing both your shoulders in an attempt to scare you.

You let out a shriek and push him away from you unaware of who it truly was.

“GAH HALSIN- you can’t do that to people!” You huffed

“I’m sorry little dove, I couldn't resist, and I overheard the growl of your stomach. It seems you're in need of your next meal. Would you care to join me downstairs? I wouldn't mind covering the expenses, of course."

“Oh? Sure that sounds great thank you! I’m starving! I need to get my hands on something to eat soon or I’ll go crazy” You said slightly daydreaming of all the tasty food you smelled walking past the kitchen to the rooms upstair.

“Me too” Halsin whispered under his breath as his eyes traced the outline of your body.

Your cheeks blushed as you overheard this but since he wanted to be quite the jokester earlier you decided to pay him back~

“What was that? You said as you looked up at him purposely with big doe eyes

“"Oh, uh, me too. I find myself quite starved. To uphold our strengths, we should venture forth and procure something to eat, don't you think?” He said with a hint of panic in his voice

He lets out a small sigh “Let us be on our way”

The two of you head down stairs and sit down at the bar table. You order a bowl of mushroom stew with a wine to complement the mushrooms undertones. Halsin unsurprisingly orders a large juicy steak with a heaping pile of steamed vegetables on the side. Along with you he decides to order a glass of wine. Enjoying each others company you finish your dinner together and decide to head back upstairs. However almost everyone was already asleep in their sections of the floor.

“Ahhh it is getting late little dove, you should go and get some rest. We can always chat more some other time.”

You would be foolish to deny the small trace of sadness that lurched in your heart as he spoke. Unfortunately, your eyes held a bit of sadness that the old Druid could easily detect.

“Oh dove but please don’t worry, I promise we can spend more time together just the two of us eventually if that’s something you’d enjoy?”

You look up at him and give him a small smile and nod.

“Yes I would love that, your company is more than wanted.”

He smirks a little and smiles back. The two of you walk back upstairs to call it a night after enjoying your evening together. Finally, in the comfort of your bed, you slowly drift off to sleep... That is until the middle of the night when you wake up, startled by the sound of commotion near one of the beds beside you. You open you eyes to see Halsin getting ready to leave to who knows where.

“Halsin?….” You whisper at him

“Oh no.” He clears his throat

“My sincerest apologies, I did not mean to wake you from your slumber.”

You get up and sit towards the edge of the bed, you’re a bit groggy still but you decide to ignore it worried your companion is in trouble.

“What is it? Is something wrong? Why are you up so late? You asked in a hushed whisper as you turn on a dim light next to you.

As you look at him, the tall elf blushes, realizing his problem is now more obvious to you. You slowly looked down to see a large tent in his pants. How his crotch looked painfully erect it was almost begging to be attended to.

“Ah… I see…”

“I’m so sorry- it’s just the city is so stressful and I’m having trouble adjusting… not to mention how you-..” He stops talking and swallows a bit of fear as he realizes he just mentioned you.

“How I?” you blush a bit already knowing what he means. Unsurprising enough, Halsin and you have always had a habbit of giving each other bedroom eyes from time to time. You've always noticed how often he’d look at you, especially how his eyes would stare at your ass and thighs. However you both never really acted on anything, you were always too busy on the mission at hand….that is until now.

He sighs “Please you tease me enough as is…. The way your hips sway as you walk… your deep and longing stares….it all drives me mad.”

He turns away from you and says, “I never wanted to do or say something because I thought the timing was always off... And I understand if you wish to ignore me now. I am sorry for disturbing your rest.”

You get up from your bed and hug him from behind.

“Halsin… please don't leave, I would love to be able to spend the night with you… if you’d allow me?”

He chuckles “If i’d allow you?”

He grabs you by the wrist and twirls you to face him. Then he quickly picks you up carries you on one of his shoulders.

“I hope this will suffice as an answer.” He says with a light growl

He takes you to more secluded part of the floor away from any of your companions. He carefully plops you onto a large bed and begins undressing himself. When he’s finished he carefully picks you up yet again and plops you down on his lap.

He looks deeply into your eyes as his hands graze the first button on your shirt. You carefully nod and take a deep breath as he takes no time to undo all the buttons of your shirt. Luckily for Halsin you typically always sleep in your dress shirt and nothing else.

His eyes lit up as he saw the perkiness of your breast appear from underneath your shirt. Without wasting time he takes one into his hand and plays with it while taking the other one into his mouth. He swirls his tongue over your sensitive nibble slightly grazing it with his teeth. This earns a slight low moan from you as you wrap your arms around his shoulder.

He releases your breast from his mouth and kisses you deeply and hungrily. He grabs you by the hips and ass and slowly begins to move you across his large muscular thigh.

“Ha-… halsin.. please I need more,” you say as you grind needily on his thigh.

“You’re not ready, I don’t want to hurt you little dove” he says while kissing your cheek

He then slowly moves you off his thigh just enough for him to stick two fingers inside you. You gasp and hold onto him tighter as he slowly pumps his fingers into your soaking wet cunt.

He uses his other hands to spin small light circles around your clit and begins to speed up his fingers as he continues to pump them inside of you. By now yours seeing stars as you tilt your head back breathing deeply as you feel the druids fingers deep inside you. He can tell you’re close by the way you begin to tense up around him. He curls his fingers making sure to rub you sweet spot of yours to allow him to hear the wonder sounds you make as you come undone around his fingers.

You take a deep shaky breath and looked back into his eyes.

Gods. He thinks to himself, he could have easily finished just watching you come undone by just his fingers alone.

He flips the two of you over so that you’re now underneath him. You moan as you feel his tip rub against your hole.

“Are you ready? I don’t want to hurt you.” He says attempting to suppress how needy he truly is.

“Oh god yes, please hurry! We’ve both waited long enough.” You begged

He carefully slides in slowly so you can take your time adjusting around him. With a small hiss, he bottoms out and is completely inside you. He pauses for a moment kissing your forehead before he slowly begins to move. A slow yet deep pace was set as the druid gripped your hips hard as to not lose control.

You bite his neck in order to keep quiet, yes your other companions are sound asleep and unable to see the sinful acts that are taking place however you still attempt to keep quiet. The sound of skin slapping slowly starts to get louder as Halsin begins to speed up. You look up and make eye contact with him, his eyes are glowing a beautiful shade of gold.

“You drive me wild little dove…. I want to fill you up so badly.” Halsin grunts as he continues to pound deep into you.

“I want to see you squirm underneath me full of my cum…. I want…. Nothing more than to see that.” He huffs and growls out the last part.

“Fuck Halsin… I need you, I need to feel all of you, I need to be filled with you.” You say in between gasps

You’re both extremely close, he grunts as he feels how you quiver and shake around his angry and sensitive cock. He grips your hips tighter and begins to pick up the pace, lifting one of you legs up in the process. You let out a whine as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. Then suddenly a heavy feeling of pleasure consumes your body. You shake and grip his body as he continues to pound his way through your orgasm. When a deep and heavy grunt he finished deep within your cunt, making sure to get every drop deep within you. He pulls out and collapses next to your exhausted figure.

He pulls you in tightly to his chest and kisses your forehead before gently rubbing circles on your back. You slowly drift off to sleep as you hear him quietly say

“Goodnight my little dove”

HOLY FUCK I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS

like always I did not proof read 👆but I still hope you enjoy, sorry if this was a little rough it’s my first time writing smut.

[unforth]

I had a day off yesterday.

And I can already practically hear the assumptions that such a statement is prompting the reader to make. Those assumptions are wrong. I don't mean I didn't work. I did, for about 8 hours. That's not at all what I mean.

I mean my wife took the kids out at 9:30, spent the night with her mom, isn't back yet the next morning.

There are things I NEED people on this website to understand about parenting. And I've talked about it before, and I'll talk about it again, because honestly the way that Tumblr as a cohort talks about parents makes me sick. Multiple polls have shown that only about 2% of people on here are parents. We're a huge minority, and we're constantly talked over, ignored, or accused of being bad parents (like, personally, I have had people reply to my comments or come on to my posts and tell me I shouldn't have my kids). In my case, being a parent means I'm almost 41, I'm married to @ramblingandpie, and our children are inching up on being 8 and 6 years old.

My entire day, and therefore my entire life, revolves around them. I'm up most mornings at 5 AM, because that's the earliest they're "allowed" to wake up, and so my brain just defaults to being awake around then - better to wake up before them, at least then I get a few minutes in the morning. Between 5 and 7, I sit with them, do my social media, work on side blogs, study Chinese. Then it's helping them get ready for school, then my wife or I or both get them on the bus, and then I work until the last possible minute, which is either when I need to go pick them up for an after school activity or when I need to go down and meet them off the bus. My afternoons are after school activities, chores such as washing the dishes and cleaning up toys, talking with them, working with them, playing with them. Their bedtime starts at 7:40, and my son gets scared if I leave before he falls asleep so I sit with him until about 8:15. As soon as he's asleep, I go fall on my face, sleep as best I can, then wake up and do it again. Overnight, it's hard to sleep deeply, because about once a week someone will wake up in the middle of the night and need help. That could be as minimal as a hug or as complex as having to completely change the bedding on a bunk bed at 2 AM while also comforting a child who is afraid they'll be in trouble, or afraid they're sick, or afraid of their nightmare, or, or, or. Further, if a child is awake, there is always noise. I usually study Chinese with two or more competing sources of noise. I read the same way. My life is loud, and active, and consists of constant interruptions.

I adore my family, and I love my children, but this is terrible for me.

I do all of this as an neurodivergent introvert. My clinical depression is at least medicated, mostly because post-partum depression after I gave birth the first time nearly drove me to suicidal in under a week (we were expecting this and were prepared, fortunately, getting help was as simple as a phone call). The constant noise and interruptions and forced socialibility are about the worst combination of home-life I could be subjected to. I spend far too many early mornings just breathing deeply and gearing myself up to be subjected to the wall of Loud, Boisterous, Needing-My-Attention that is every minute when anyone else in the house is awake.

So what did my day off look like?

I helped get the kids ready to go and did some morning chores. I'd been up at 4:30 AM so I also had already social media'd and studied. Then, while my wife finished the preparations, I started work, and I worked from about 8 am to about 4 pm, straight. I didn't get hungry so didn't bother stopping for lunch. No one interrupted me, no one asked me to look at anything they'd built, no one broke my concentration, no sounds could be heard except those I'd chosen myself.

I'd been out the day before at a local shopping street and listened closely to the things the kids said they wanted, so at 4 I grabbed a couple orders I needed to ship for work and drove to our local downtown, dropped the orders in a post box, then went back to the shops and did some Christmas shopping in the 45 minutes or so before everything closed. I think I'm basically done with what we'll get them - other bigger things will be left to grand parents - so that's a load off, I literally had a stress dream earlier this week about it being 12/24 and having forgotten to do the shopping and having to go to (oh horrors) the mall on the day before Christmas. (Reminder: I'm a Jewish atheist. It's just virtually impossible not to Holiday in the Culturally Christian Hellscape that is the US. Also, my wife is Christian. So.) Found something cute for my wife, too, even tho I already know the main thing I'm getting her. Then, I realized - one of my favorite restaurants is on that block. So. I went there. I sat by myself at a table, only the indistinct restaurant hubbub around me. I read four or five chapters of my book, and ate a savory crepe, and drank lovely fruit tea, and got a scone to-go that I'll eat for lunch today. It was more than I probably should have spent on myself - about $25, including tip - but fuck it. I only get maybe a handful of days off all year, and I'm allowed to indulge a little.

Then I came home. There were no lights on. There was no noise. I had considered doing some more merch work while watching TV on the actual television (my kids are too young for subtitled shows, so usually if I want to watch My Shows I either have to do it on my computer when they're not around, or put them on and read all the subtitles aloud while trying to keep up and process the actual meaning of what I'm reading). But when I got back, the quiet and dark was so goddamn NICE that instead I curled up on the couch and read more of my book. I did that until bedtime - still about 8:15, because I'm exhausted. Then...I went to bed. And I slept long and deep, knowing that there was no chance I'd be interrupted and woken up, I didn't have to be, even in sleep, alert to every noise and possibility that I'd be needed.

I'm still exhausted and burned out, but even one night to myself felt really, really nice.

Saying "Tumblr does X" as a universal statement is doomed to failure, but generally speaking, the parenting posts I see on Tumblr, the ones with tens or hundreds of thousands of notes, speak what's apparently widely seen as a truism on here: that unless someone wants to spend 24/7 with their kids, to be 100% emotionally available at all times, is always kind and patient and perfect, they are a bad parent, maybe even abusive. I remember when covid started, there were multiple posts actively mocking the "oh god, my kids are now home all the time, how am I supposed to do this?" attitude that a lot of parents posted in despair. WhY dId YoU hAvE kIdS iF yOu DoN't WaNt To SpEnD tImE wItH tHeM?

Look at what my usual day looks like.

Look at what my day off looked like.

Do you really think I don't want to spend time with my kids? Do you really think I don't love my kids?

But I'm not a fucking MACHINE. I'm a PERSON. That's what people on Tumblr seem to forget. PARENTS ARE PEOPLE. The same tumblrinas who post ~uwu be kind to yourself rest if you need to, you should forgive yourself for that mistake you made~ will turn around, with zero sense of irony, and post "you're a bad parent if you ever raise your voice around a child."

Expecting parents to be perfect means expecting parents to be inhuman. It also means that a parent can't be poor (can't spend all your time being the perfect parent if you have to work multiple jobs or weird hours!), can't be introverted (can't be a perfect parent if you're not completely emotional available, god forbid socializing is exhausting for you), can't be on the ADHD or autism spectrum (what do you mean you forgot to get your kid to a doctor's appointment once? what do you mean over-stimulation can make you angry? how dare you get angry at a kid!), can't be depressed (gotta get out of bed every single day, gotta always be upbeat, patient, happy, or else that's Evil), can't be (like my wife) physically disabled (what do you mean your hands hurt too much to hold a child's hand? are you denying them touch?? CRUEL). And when the only answer you can offer to that is, "if you can't be that perfect you shouldn't be a parent," then you're saying people who aren't middle class to wealthy, people who aren't neurotypical, people who aren't physically able, shouldn't have children.

And honestly...what the fuck is your problem?

I'm not perfect. I tell my kids to just leave me alone sometimes. I raise my voice, especially when one of my kids starts punching the other, but also sometimes just cause I'm exhausted and Can't Anymore. I've forgotten an appointment by accident and felt like a total fucking idiot, and I've skipped an after school activity because I just wasn't up for taking them. I've served them more unbalanced, unhealthy meals than I can count. I've made many, many mistakes, but I've also done my best, and I love my kids, and I hope that when they grow up, they'll still love me even as they recognize that I wasn't perfect, just as I've come to accept my own parents' short-comings while still loving them very much. They're people, too, and the older I get, the more I understand where they were coming from.

When I fuck up, I apologize.

When they tell me they're unhappy with something I've done, I apologize, and I try to do better. Sometimes I even succeed.

This shit is hard, yo. And it's getting harder every year.

I'm BEGGING Tumblr: you need to start seeing parents as people. The way y'all talk about parenting on here is toxic, and genuinely harmful, and frankly exhausting. You have no idea what the reality of raising kids is like, and you need to shut the entire fuck up.

I had a day off yesterday.

I might get one more before the end of 2023.

I already can't wait. I am so, so, so tired. sigh

(if you actually read this whole rant and even a single word of it resonated for you, please reblog it. I'm tired of never seeing positive posts about parenting while I see negative ones with a bajillion notes.)

[vulpixisananimal]

Carrion!Sif AU, Chapter 2

ACT 2, The Smell

(You wake up.)

(. . . What.)

(You, you were checking for traps in the hallway and couldn't see, smell, feel anything until the very last second and then-)

"Siffrin!"

(It was Mirabelle. She walked up you you just like last time and just like then just started, taking to you!)

"Good morning! Or, w-" >>> "-but not too long!"

(You stared at Mirabelle as she walked off. The scent of that soap she used even stronger than last time. She, she said the same thing, same exact thing?!? But, but wait you- How- how did-)

(Did you-)

(DID YOU JUST DIE?!?!?!)

(You did!! You must have!! You just walked into that hall and said everything was fine and you died!!! You didn't see anything!! Smell anything!! AND YOU STILL DIED?!?!)

(You're USELESS!!! It's your JOB to find traps and you DIED!!! You didn't even get a glimpse of the King and you just got squished flat!!! STUPID, STUPID STUPID!!!)

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(Okay you're over it now.)

(You sit up, dizzy. And now absolutly starving. Your stomach growls. Stars, why are you so hungry again??? Ugh, and now you're gonna have to wait untill tonight, again! You grip the grass beneath you, taking a breath, once, twice, and three times. You're ok, Sifrin. You're ok. You're back here, and now you can do better this time.)

[You got the "Memory of Looping!" You'll always remember this.]

(. . . What was that voice?)

(You stand up, looking around. You could smell the birds, the people, everything around you. Come on, Siffrin. You'll be okay.)

[. . . You should come to the Favor Tree when you have a second, Stardust~]

(You shudder, Stardust?)

>>>

". . ."

(A. . . A star?)

(You had gone straight to the favor tree to see just, what just happened. And, there was a star sitting there, a star person.)

". . . My! Struck speachless at the sight of me, aren't you~?" (The star put a hand to their mouth like they were laughing at you.) "You're so cute, Stardust~"

(Stardust?!?) "U-uhm--"

"Aww, Siffrin. Look at you, all lost and confused~"

(?!?!?!?) "How, how do you know my-"

"Why wouldn't I know, you're Sif! Siffrin! No middle name, no last name~" (The star leaned back against the favor tree.) "Now I know you must be quite overwhelmed, with this being your first loop and all~"

"My. . . ." (You shake your head, this was all a lot to take in, and. . .)

"Oh where are my manners! Take a seat, Stardust, there's plent of room~"

(You look between the star and the root of the tree. Who, who was this?!? You couldn't tell, they smelled of, sugar. Strongly of sugar, and nothing, and a bit of something that smelled a bit familiar.)

(. . . . . . You decide to sit down.)

". . . . . ."

". . . . . . . . . So! You're stuck in a time loop!"

>>>

"Phew, Bonbon! That was DE-LI-CIOUS!!"

(Deja Vu.)

(So, you're in a time loop. Loop was, here, and helping you out. But, that was okay! Great, actually! That means that you could be useful! And that makes it okay, doesn't it? You could get used to this, used to dying. Something about it, it felt familiar, and that felt, comforting? Why should it feel comforting?)

(. . .What were you thinking about again?)

(Anyway! You ate up your food even faster than last time. You felt famished! Even more so than before! But you had to pace yourself at least a little. Right? Don't cause a scene.)

(This'll be fine!)

>>>

(It was right there.)

(It was right BLINDING THERE!!!)

(Right in front of your stupid! Blinding face!! A little hidden switch in the side of a pillar! How!! How could you miss it!!! Stupid, stupid stupid stupid!!!!!)

(You breathe in, and out. Fine, you flip the switch.)

(CRACK!)

(THUD!!!)

(. . . . . There's a pause, a large rock fell a few feet back.)

". . . . Let's go, everyone."

"W-wow! Not even phased! Huh!" (Isa says, falling in step as you lead everyone along. They were scared, worried, you could smell it, it's fine, though, nothing bad can happen now.)

>>>

"Why the need for an armory and weapons in the first place?" (Asks Odile)

(It was a small room, a few spears on a rock, a sword on the wall. The others were talking as you looked around. The smell of sugar only got stronger.)

(You weren't paying too much attention to the conversation, once they were done, you moved on. What else was around the room? There was a big steel thing with a stone on it, and a big brick, thing- O-OH, you take a big step back.)

"You're alright, Sif!" (Isabeau says, reassuringly.) "I don't think anyone will be using this forge aaaaany time soon."

"It's not even hot!! Dummy!!" (Bonnie walks over to the forge and kicks it.) ". . . Ow."

"Be nice, Bonnie." (Odile adds, giving you a look of sympathy.) "You can't exactly controll these things."

"Too true! Let's get going, then!" (Isa finishes, you nod, leaving the room. Fast.)

>>>

"Do you guys, smell that?"

(You had to ask. You had to because it was getting unbearably strong! The SUGAR! The sweetness!! It honestly was driving you a little mad and stepping through the halls only made it worse!! You knew, it was LEADING somewhere!)

"Smell. . . What?"

"I don't smell anything."

"Hmmmm, maybe?"

"Is it the sugar?"

(You turn to Bonnie.) "Sugar?"

"Yeah, sugar!" (They sniff the air.) "It's been around since we got in here. Super sugary."

(Huh.) "Guess I'm not crazy then."

"Hehe, I wouldn't say that!"

(You all laugh, and move on. Right, sugar, that was fine. Just a bit of sweetness. You all walk on, through the hall, to the door at the end. The smell got stronger, why here? Was it a food storage room? Well, you were about to find out anyway. You open the door and walk inside.)

(You gag and stumble to a knee, the smell was WAY. WAY TOO STRONG. Your eye was watering, it was unbearable. You felt Isa kneel down to your side.)

"S-sif! Are you alright?!?" (He asks, worried.)

"S-so strong-" (You choke out.)

"C-careful! There's-" (Mira starts, you look up, there was a weird sadness in the room you didn't even see! You could barely see anything, anyway. It noticed you all, and charged.)

"Gems, Siffrin, get up!" (Odile takes a combatitve stance.)

"R-right-" (You stumble to your feet, gripping your dagger, battle time, just, don't, don't think about the smell, don't, get, distracted--)

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(Obligaroey @traumaboyexo <3)

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Airheaded S/O Headcannons #9: Hiei (Yu Yu Hakusho)

He wants you dead at first

But that's just because he's a bit standoffish

You'd waltzed in right as he had Yusuke suspended in his clutches at a warehouse.

"Yusuke, you left your calc homework on your desk, you ditz!"

And then you looked up and saw the three eyed demon and your friend.

And he was a little shocked that a human had found his hideout, even with his manipulated spirit energy.

"Kinda in the middle of something here," the greasy haired boy responded.

"Well cut that out for a second. I've got places to be."

Like you weren't just witnessing him about to be killed

It was so baffling how you just completely dismissed the situation, that Hiei's powers actually faltered and let the detective get away.

What the actual hell????

"Get out of here, now!" Yusuke warned.

And you'd just frowned

"Dude, it's not that deep. Why are you even here?"

Now was Hiei's chance to attack

But when he disappeared and quickly reappeared behind with his sword raised, you just caught the blade and glared at him

"Can you back off, I'm trying to talk to my friend."

You shooed him away like a pest.

And that was the moment he decided he wanted you dead.

A strong believer in survival of the fittest

And what the hell, because you had not a single working brain cell but were somehow stronger than him????

Kuwabara is your best friend and the two of you combined are stupid²

And it's horrible because there's only so much stupidity Hiei can take.

During the time he's still conforming after being caught, he spends most of it in the human world scouting you out for any weaknesses.

He still holds a grudge from the first time you met

But he's so damn surprised to find out that you're a walking hazard

How does one leave the stove, microwave, and oven on?

How does one forget that they're all on at the same time????

It would be so easy to let your own recklessness kill you

But his damn pride won't let that happen because he wants to be the one that defeats you

So, you wake up from your nap to see all your appliances turned off

Which is surprising because you vaguely remember cooking something before you feel asleep.

You do earn his respect eventually

It's when Yusuke is tasked with defeating the Saint Beasts

All of you were struggling to keep the roof up from collapsing

Yusuke had suggested Hiei be the one to pull the lever because he was the fastest.

And you'd said something then. Something that made him not want to kill you anymore.

"I might be able to hold the whole thing by myself. You all have to be really fast though."

"Are you crazy?!? There's no way we're gonna leave you behind. We're in this together or not at all," the oaf had protested.

You gave a dopey smile and released all your spirit energy at once, lifting the ceiling with all your might and alleviating the pressure from all the others.

"You scared, Kuwabara? People die everyday. What's one more?"

Hiei had never moved as fast as he did when he pulled that lever down.

You were a fool for risking your life over the others.

A fool for wasting your power on the weak.

But you weren't scared of death, of dying for your morals

And that had his respect.

Hiei does not baby you and finds great amusement in your failures

After all, you're not his responsibility

You accidentally got captured by a demon?

Good luck to whatever idiot thought they'd last more than a minute in the same room as you

You swallowed a poisonous plant Kurama was growing because you were hungry?

That's what you get for giving into your human whims

You threw a punch at an enemy that missed and hit Yusuke instead?

You should've hit him harder

Uses your naivety to his advantage

The tape with Yukina?

You'd told him without much thought about the situation

Only for Hiei to drag you towards where she was being held captive.

"Ooh, where are we going?"

"Just quiet down and follow me, human."

It's because you can sense spirit energy a little better than he can.

That and if he's spotted, he can just pass it off as you dragging him along to see Kuwabara.

Surprisingly, you're quiet and don't make a sound that gets the two of you caught.

And maybe he's a little grateful you don't question him about it.

You don't question why he wants to save this girl you've never heard of up until a few days ago.

You just go along with it because 'We're friends.'

You're so stupid for trusting him that easily when he wanted so badly to kill you not long ago

So unbelievably stupid for following around a demon just cuz

You had a fool's heart, that was for sure.

You were a trustworthy ally during the Dark Tournament, a strong warrior during the battle with Sensui, and a true fighter during the demon tournament.

It's the last event that he realizes he values you a little more than he should.

He had just barely beaten Mukuro and was set to fight you next.

The thing was, Hiei could barley stand with his injuries, while you hadn't broken a sweat.

This was the one fight he looked forward to the most, besides the one he wanted with the spirit detective.

But there was this look on your face

An uncomfortable yet sorrowful look.

Why weren't you as excited as he was?

He shrugged the feeling off as the announcer told them to begin.

His sword was long destroyed, so he resorted to basic combat skills instead.

He lunged, fist clenched to hit, but you just dodged with that same look

He tried again and the result was the same

You didn't even try to block his attacks, just moved out of the way.

Like he was beneath you to even try.

He recognized the look now

It was pity

And that infuriated him.

"Why won't you fight back!" A kick aimed for your side.

"You think you're so-called friendship matters here? Your emotions mean nothing. Not in here. So quit acting like a fool and fight!" A punch aimed at your throat.

You stopped it this time, but didn't attack him back.

You were making a fool out of him.

And before he could berate you again, you spoke.

"I don't care if we're friends or not. Either way, the fight still isn't fair."

And that had temporarily halted his anger.

"What do I gain from beating someone so injured, they can't stand up? What do you gain from fighting when you have no power? Think about it."

You didn't want to fight because you wouldn't enjoy it?

It wouldn't be a win for you

"It's not fair to either of us if we fight like this. We'd never get to find out who's really stronger."

Hiei was the fool.

He'd lashed out at Mukuro for letting her feelings get in the way and here he was, doing the same.

Letting his pride get in the way of rational thought

He'd been the one to get upset that you weren't fighting him as an equal, when the condition he was in clearly said otherwise.

"I know you don't want to lose the tournament, so I quit. But I want you to heal up and get stronger. Don't die because next time I see you, I'll kick your ass the way you want. Got it?"

Don't die

You and that oaf shared the same moral code.

But something about it being you made him tolerate it.

"...I surrender. I'm in no shape to continue. Y/n, you better not hold back next time."

Much to the dismay of the audience, the two of you walked back together. The outcome of the match: no winner.

There was something for him to look forward to now. A new goal.

He'd surpass you and then Yusuke.

Following the events of the demon tournament, he's a little softer towards you.

You and that stupid human heart of yours had him observing you from the trees.

He was unused to the heaviness he felt seeing you visit Yukina and making her laugh.

He couldn't understand the warmth consuming his face when you would fight a stray demon and win.

He didn't know why he used his Jagan to see you while he was in demon world.

But he did know he didn't like seeing you and the idiot duo hanging off of each other, cackling at something one of them said.

Don't count on him acting on his feelings.

He would never tell you.

But his actions towards you are more than enough to let the others know you're his.

He calls you fool(derogatory) and if he's feeling sweet, just by your name.

Jealousy is a big one.

Hiei's never had something special he's been allowed to keep.

So if you're spending a little too much time with Kuwabara, don't be surprised to see him at your window the next day.

He'll deny to his dying breath that he came all the way from demon world just to see you.

He'll also deny leaving some of his own clothing or even his sword at your house just so it smells more like him than it does your (just as stupid) best friend.

Hiei leaves for months at a time and without fail, will always come back the day after you went crying to Kurama that you think he's died.

(Thanks to his Jagan that is. There isn't a day he doesn't check up on you so he's bound to know when you miss him.)

Kurama is his best friend, but that doesn't stop Hiei from getting upset when he comes to get you and sees you sound asleep on the fox's bed.

You just smell so much like the other demon now, it pisses him off.

"Keep your scent off my human."

And Kurama finds immense joy in his childish anger.

"Maybe if you would physically see them more, they wouldn't come by so often."

And Hiei's grumbling as he picks you up, still dead asleep, to bring you back to the home that would restore his own scent back on you.

The time spent when you wake up is for sparring.

He can't find it in him anymore to fight you for real

But that doesn't mean he won't enjoy the false matches you have with each other.

He refuses to take you with him to demon world.

You have a life here

And though it's tempting to take you where you wouldn't be very far away from him, he knows you wouldn't be happy away from everyone else.

So, the one and only thing he does that hints at his feelings for you is give you the makeshift necklace made from hiruiseki stone. His to be exact.

"Take it."

"Why?" Your small little brain was struggling to figure out why he would want you to have it.

"It represents a promise. A promise that I'll be back for you no matter what. So take care of it for me, human."

NEXT UP: Kurapika Kurta

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An: Yall sorry it took so long, i deadass got sick last week.

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A KINDNESS UNEXPECTED | KAZ BREKKER

Summary: After Kaz is once again face to face with death, he's met with unexpected kindness when a girl he's never met rescues him.

A note: Kaz is a teenager in this, pre-him getting his cane. Reader can also be read as an OC, Y/N is not used but "you" isn't either.

Kaz felt stupid. Haskell had given him one simple job, to snatch some valuables from a shop owner just behind the ninth street just behind the harbor, but Stadwatch had spotted him and now here he was, running away from them like a scared rat. He navigated the streets skillfully, tried to slither through the groups of people, occasionally feeling a rush of nausea when he felt someone’s skin brush against his. 

But he had to push forward. If Stadwatch caught him, in worst case, he would say his goodbyes to have revenge on Pekka Rollins.

Kaz saw the torches near him, shouts telling him to stop and orders to make people stop him - but Kaz pushed forward, making his way towards the docks. He would make his way over the plank and then jump to the ladder, climb to the sewer and then make his way to the Slat along the sewer tunnel. He just needed to be quicker than his pursuers so they wouldn’t see where he went.

Kaz made it to the docks, carefully edging himself through the ledge, before he saw the plank and the ladder. He smirked, quickly walking over and stretching his arms, ready to grab the bottom ladder.

Crack.

He didn’t even realise it before it had already happened - the plank had given up, cracking from the middle. Kaz heard himself fall into the water - and then he was taken back to the sea once again. Bodies everywhere, reaching for him, pulling him under, Jordie staring up at him. Kaz tried to kick his way out, but it was no use - the bodies already had their hold of him, and Kaz couldn’t do anything else than succumb to it.

His sight started to blacken out, and saw Death come for him, jumping to the water herself and making her way to him, taking a hold of him and then… he was gone.

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Warmth. A scent of something delicious invaded his sense of smell, and Kaz slowly opened his eyes.

A dim lamp hung from the roof, its light slightly flickering. There was a drawer across from him, and a cheap painting above it. Kaz turned his head to the side, and saw a glass of water, along with a bowl of something that steamed. Soup, probably.

Where was he?

He saw his clothes hanging over the corner of the room, looking damp - and that’s when Kaz remembered what had happened. Water. Bodies. Death coming for him.

Was this afterlife?

He tried to move slightly, sit up, but headache immediately pounded its way through, protesting against his movement. He groaned slightly, which prompted steps coming towards the room he was in.

It was the girl who he had seen just before he passed out. Death. He frowned at her worried expression, her furrowed brows and the way she wrung her hands.

“Hi,” Death said, her voice soft. “I wasn’t sure if you’d wake up. You were so cold, and… um. Are you hungry? Or thirsty? My aunt made you some soup.”

She nodded towards the bowl, and it made Kaz realise that he might not be dead after all. Death probably wouldn’t offer him soup and water as the first thing when he’d enter afterlife.

“Where am I?” Kaz asked, and the girl finally stopped with fiddling with her hands.

“At my home. I saw you fall into the water yesterday while I was feeding some ducks, and… I saw you swam weirdly, and realised you were about to drown, so I jumped in and pulled you out. You passed out in the process, so I thought it’s best that I’ll fetch my father and he carried you here. I changed your clothes and made sure you’re nice and warm, and just hoped you’d wake up.” And then she smiled, a warm, happy smile, a kind Kaz hadn’t seen in years. “I’m so glad you did.”

Kaz eyed the girl for a moment, before he made an attempt to get out of the bed. The girl immediately lunged forward, and Kaz paused glaring at her.

“No no, you should rest.” she said, fixing the blanket to cover him again. Kaz shrugged her hand off.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

The girl sighed, stepping back again. “Okay then.”

Kaz took in a deep breath and made an attempt to stand up, but his legs wouldn’t carry him and he fell down on the floor. He felt exhausted, but wouldn’t show it - so he made another attempt to stand up. He looked up at the girl, glaring at her as if it was her fault that he felt weak after what had happened. The girl outstretched her hand to him, but he didn’t take it, of course he wouldn’t. Especially not without his gloves.

She withdrew her hand when he paid no attention to it.

“If you can’t even walk out of this room, how do you think you’re gonna get out of the house, let alone to the Dregs turf?” she sighed and Kaz frowned - she knew he was part of a criminal gang? And still chose to help? But before he could question it, she was motioning towards the bed. “My advice is, you stay here for a little while, just so you get better again. Eat the soup and sleep a little more at least. Your body just went through a shock, you shouldn’t make it do things it can’t do right now.”

Kaz looked at the girl, a mix of anger and confusion crossing his face. He wasn't used to people helping him without expecting something in return, and it made him suspicious. But he couldn't deny that he was in no shape to leave just yet, and he needed time to figure out his next move. Reluctantly, he nodded his head and settled back onto the bed.

"Fine. I'll stay for a little while," he grumbled, his eyes fixed on the bowl of soup in front of him. He wasn't hungry, but he knew he needed to eat something to regain his strength.

The girl smiled, relief evident on her face. "That's good to hear. I'll leave you to rest now, but I'll be back to check on you later."

As she turned to leave the room, Kaz couldn't help but call out to her. "Wait, what's your name?"

The girl turned back to face him, a small smile on her lips and told him her name.

Kaz nodded. "I'm Kaz."

“I know,” she said, surprising him. “Kaz Brekker, who people already tell horror stories about to their children. Quite a reputation.”

Kaz narrowed his eyes at her, suddenly feeling a bit uneasy. "How do you know that?"

She shrugged. "I hear things," she said cryptically. "But don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you’re here. Your secret is safe with me."

Kaz wasn't sure if he believed her, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he lay back down on the bed, feeling exhausted again.

"I think I'll take your advice and rest for a bit longer," he said. "But I need to get back to the Dregs soon. I have things to take care of."

She nodded. "I understand. But for now, just rest. I'll keep an eye on you, make sure you're okay."

Kaz didn't really have a choice, so after she exited the room, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He wasn't used to being taken care of, but he had to admit that it felt nice to have someone looking out for him for once.

Is she my friend? He found himself thinking. No, I can't afford to be vulnerable like that. 

Maybe it's just because she's useful to me. She's got skills that could come in handy. 

Kaz pursed his lips, thinking for a while, and then sighed. I'll just keep her at arm's length, but maybe... maybe I can trust her a little bit. 

One day, maybe it'll be just enough to call her a friend.

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PLS A HC OR A STORY.

When you met angry ginge at the charity match and you fall in love😭

CHARITY MATCH | ANGRYGINGE13

NOTE FORM STORY!!! Manchester!OlderSister!Reader x CharityMatch!Ginge

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-Your mum paid you ten quid to go to London with your little brother and supervise him because he really wanted to go to the charity match (and his mate had gotten him tickets) -You fr couldn't be arsed. -"It's a bloody YOUTUBE football game!! I have better shit to be doing than watching a sack of unathletic gamers try kick a ball for 90 minutes!" -Mum upped the offer to twenty quid and a she'd make a sticky toffee pudding for when you got back. -You were sold at that. -Got to the train station the next weekend bright and early, little brother and friend both enthusiastically hollering and giggling as they crossed the platform to their train -You felt (and kinda looked) half dead inside, not too chuffed upon having to wake up at 6am on a Friday to take the two to London -Yeah, they'd insisted on going on Friday, a day before the match so that they could sight-see around London before going to the charity match tomorrow -Getting onto the train, you had to shush the two little ones as you pulled them into a quiet carriage, surveying the carriage filled with middle aged people in their suits and other business attire. -You were dying inside as the two boys wouldn't stop whisper giggling loudly enough for the people on their work commutes to give dirty looks, until someone louder entered the carriage: -"OI, SOMEONE HOLD THAT DOOR FOR ME-!" -A loud Manchester accent boomed from outside the train- and whilst it scared the shit out of you- you did press the button besides the door to keep it open, unable to see who from the platform you'd held the door for as you craned your neck over your seat to see who you'd held the door for... -Tall, ginger bloke around your age steps in, slightly out of breath and completely out of place in the placid, working carriage -Sporting a red football kit and stuffed duffel bag, he gave a cheers, lovely and stepped into the carriage -He quickly realised he didn't fit in the carriage and exclaimed "OH, Oh, sorry everyone, didn't mean to bother your commutes n all-" -Stepped back, dropping a cheers, lovely, as he passed you before walking through to the next carriage -You peeked out from behind your seat to look at said man from the back, only to see him turn his head around to see you once more -He gave a grin as he caught you staring at him from behind, dropping a cheeky wink that made you draw back to your seat, trying to hide the smile and blush that seemed to be unfurling over your cheeks at the confident gesture. -"Is he your boyfriend?" The friend asks all too loudly. -Someone across the carriage shushes him aggressively as you shake your head, biting the inside of your cheeks at the encounter with the guy -You stayed on your phone through the train journey, ginger guy crossing your head every few seconds -Hadn't the foggiest who he was or why he had rushed to get onto the train, but you still felt a little buzz with your encounter with him -Contemplated going into the next carriage to check whether he was sat there- maybe ask for his number or make some small talk and get to know him... But you decided against. Afterall, you'd just seen him for a moment on a train. You'd probably never see him again. -Got off at London stop and took the boys to wherever they wanted to go -Actually ended up enjoying the tourist-y sightseeing and Madam Tussauds -Little brother + friend got their picture with wax KSI and were chuffed, and you got your meme pic besides Benedict Cumerbatch, (y)our fave DILF -Got to your crappy premier inn as night fell before one began whining that they were hungry and you realised that despite buying candyfloss and skittles, everyone needed a proper dinner before eight o'clock hit and it started getting properly dark -Agreed to get a Chinese meal + lectured the boys "Right, I'm going to go to the Chinese- DON'T answer the door to ANYONE, DO NOT OPEN IT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, I will knock FOUR TIMES when I get back, and ONLY THEN can you open that door..."

-Litr did a sprint to the Chinese takeout place only to find out you still had to wait for them to finish cooking the chow mein -Took a seat to the side and caught your breath as you waited for the food to get finished, when you heard the bell ring, indicating someone else entering -Sitting up straight again and trying to breath with your mouth closed, you checked the person that walked in. -Familiar red hair, sports kit and wide grin... -"You???? AGAIN?!" -His eyes opened wide at your words as he too was shocked to see you again -Mouth opened and closed a few times like a goldfish, clearly too stunned to speak, before he just yelled "WHAT?!" with a smile growing on his face by the second

-His Chinese order was ready, so he got his and sat down opposite you, munching on his noodles and chicken and starting up a conversation whilst you waited -"What you here for then?" He asked, his Manchester accent same as yours -"Football match," You sighed in response, trying to tune out the way he tried to fit massive chunks of chicken in his mouth, moving his jaw like a cow to chew the meat. "I'm not interested in football really- I'm just here to supervise my little brother 'cuz he wants to see the match tomorrow with his friend." -"Oh, whereabout's this match?" The boy asked, licking his lips and looking up at you tentatively, small smile on his face making you feel as though he knew something you should've. -"London Stadium I think, I've got the tickets on my phone..." -You pulled your phone out and followed the email to show him the three tickets to the game -He looked at your phone and mumbled the serial numbers of your ticket -"You aren't gonna try steal our tickets or something are you?" You pulled the phone back from him with a suspicious look in your eyes. You weren't particularly invested in whatever game was going on tomorrow, but you did care about your brother, and didn't want to accidentally leak your tickets and see him completely disappointed. -"No, no, no!" The guy's eyes widened as he shook his head vigorously, appalled by the fast you'd even thought to mention that. "I can upgrade your seats if you'd like?" -You huffed. "Yeah right-" -"No, seriously, I'm- erm- I'm a part of the stadium organising... team. I can get you an upgrade if you want, to the VIP area... free drinks n all?" -You narrowed your eyes at him, looking for any chance of deception or falsehood in his tone or expressions. He seemed genuine. -You tentatively let him take a pic of your tickets + make a bit more small talk, picking up his name "Just ginge, please" before your order was ready

-You got ready to leave, picking up your bag + jacket and taking the brown paper bag from the til and walking out, only to hear a "WAIT UP!" behind you, and the bell jingle once more as Ginge followed you out -"You going to a hotel?" He asked and you nodded. "Oh, I'll walk you to your car." -"Didn't bring a car, I'm walking over." You shrugged -"It's like nine o'clock!" Ginge responded a bit incredulously, looking at his watch. "Oi, I'll walk you back to your hotel then, have some company." -You went back and forth with Ginge, quite happy to have become his friend, but not wanting to take his time up this late into the night, and not quite fully trusting a person you'd only met today -In the end, he did say he'd walk you back whether you agreed to it or not, so you set off with him besides you- also carrying your takeout bag as he'd said it was only kind to do so -Chatted a bit more on your journey back -He was interested in your background and whereabouts from Manchester you were from, and ended up laughing when he heard that the first team you'd supported was Manchester City. -He yelled "YANITED-" a few times when a silence fell in conversation + you laughed with a hand over your mouth because of how loud he was, his voice ECHOED in the streets

-"Cheers for walking me back," You turned around and smiled as you reached the Premier Inn, cheeks tinted pink from the cool night breeze -Ginge had a wide grin on his face as he gave a nod in response. -For a moment the two of you awkwardly stood staring at one another, wondering whether to hug or cheek-kiss or just leave... -Ginge broke the awkwardness by just reaching for a side-hug, squeezing your side and planting a chaste kiss to the top of your head, his touch giving you a stomach rush of butterflies and fuzzy nervous happiness as he skipped away only a moment later, yelling out a "SEEYA, PET!" and left you to go back to your hotel room

-Next day you wake up bright and early for the charity match, get your ass ready in a cute pair of shorts and top, and wake up + make sure the boys have packed everything and are ready to go -Get a breakfast at Pret a Manger before heading to the stadium... -FUCKING PACKED. -You were all too busy just trying to get to the ticket boxes to get yourself sat down, since it was a bloody boiling day, and the crowd's bustling only made you hotter -You were also slightly hopeful you'd maybe be able to see your favourite boy's firey hair once more- maybe he could get you in easier, as he was a part of the organisation team or whatever he'd called himself -Went to your station and got your email out + showed it to the ladies, who scanned your card before redirecting you to some other post because apparently you had the wrong tickets for that station -Went to the place she directed you, holding onto your brother + friend's hand so that you didn't lose them in the crowd -Your tickets got scanned, and one of the security people took to you- moving crowd to the side slightly to get you into a back entrance of the stadium -You were bloody BAFFLED, why a security person was helping you get through??? -He brought you to a door before you ascended up a set of stairs into a finely furnished room, clad with a bar and range of other people who seemed comfortable with a cup in their hand and talking with one another -You felt VERY out of place with a boy holding either of your hands

-Some other ppl began entering the room, and you watched as a range of men wearing either red or black kits entered the room. -The boys holding either hand let out gasps, exclaiming a range of names which drew a bit of attention to your group- making you blush bright red as you shushed the two boys and told them don't be pushy, be respectful and don't shout -Was ready to go and maybe get a drink from the bar, when one of the women in the room approached you -Faith Kelly, she introduced herself, with a little infant in her own arms- asking how you were here or who you came with -You didn't really have much to say other that someone offered to upgrade your tickets the other day, and you were here with your little sibling -She was lovely, really kind and inviting- bringing you to the bar and getting you a lemonade before inviting you down to the pitchside seats so that you could watch the opening -Considering that was your only friend, you followed her down and stood pitch side- letting your sibling and his friend take the seats and watch, absolutely thrilled as the men walked out -As the camera scanned down the players and the names were announced, your own eyes scanned down the line until you noticed a familiar redhead stood at the end of the line of men wearing black kit -"That's that person I was talking about, yesterday!" You pointed to Ginge, Faith following your finger and spotting Ginge -"OH, are you his plus one? Girlfriend?" She questioned, making sure her own boyfriend, Ethan was taking care of Olive on the pitch -You felt yourself go bright red as you blushed, shaking your head. -You were shocked though; wasn't Ginge on the organising team?! -As the match started and Ginge came back to the bench, you were close enough to call his name until he noticed you- face lighting up with a grin as he recognised you and jogged over, wide smile and happy demeanour melting your heart a bit as he seemed so endeared to see you once again -"Liking the seats, love?" He asked with a grin. -"Obviously, look at these two- they're absolutely chuffed!" You jerked your thumb at your sibling + Friend to the side of you, the two of them absolutely hypnotised by the game. "You told me you're part of the organisation though?! You're a PLAYER?!" -Ginge let out a laugh at your confusion, hand pressing to his stomach as he leaned back, before turning as he heard his manager, Goldbridge calling his name -"You better explain yourself..."  -Ginge was gone before he could respond, as Goldbridge put him on to replace a bearded one -Ginge went onto the pitch, yelling back to you- "I PROMISE I'LL EXPLAIN SOON!"

-You watched as the ball crossed onto the Sidemen team's side- a quick man with red kit dribbling it past Ginge... BEFORE PUSHING HIM OVER? -You jumped to your feet in protest from the stands as the whistle was blown- watching as your ginger dusted himself off and squared up to the player, watching as red-kit-boy backed down and stepped away -The more you watched Ginge play, the more passionate you got for the game you thought you'd never care about -Ginge controlled the ball with his bum, getting a laugh from you -Then he was committing the filthiest, most Brexit slide tackles that had you cheering like a fan -And the pass he made from the backline, assisting player 7 in scoring a goal and you out of your seat, celebrating with your younger sibling as you understood the passion for the game

-The second half only had you on the edge of your seat more, watching as Ginge fortified the Sidemen's defence -You watched as Ginge committed one particularly filthy Brexit tackle, which even he knew was filthy, as he cheered whilst he dribbled the ball away- even getting the chance to look to you in the stands- pointing at you and giving a wink  -You felt your cheeks go bright red, feeling as though you were having your WAG moment as the boy from the pitch dedicated that to you, your whole heart filling with adoration for the ginger on the pitch

-As the final whistle blew, Ginge tore down the pitch in celebration, scanning the crowd and people by the bench before finally locating you- pointing towards you to make it clear he wanted to see you -As soon as you got down and onto the pitch, he bombarded into you- wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug as he celebrated the win with a happy YANITED yell once more -You threw your head back to let out a laugh of your own, wrapping your arms around his neck as you brought him into a tight hug- exclaiming your praise for how beautiful he was on the ball and how well he played -He's chuffed, and puffs his chest out in pride, keeping an arm around you as his other teammates congratulate him- not letting you leave his side as he's just too proud and wants to show you off (which you aren't complaining about!)

-Whilst Elz and Big Zuu are doing interviews, he's called for one and beckons you over to join him whilst he's interviewed -"I feel great- glad I got my girl, Y/n to see such a great win here today, I know she thinks I Did proper well as well, so it's a beautiful day for me." -"Is Y/n your girlfriend? Close friend?...Dating" -You turned to look at Ginge, wanting to see what he'd respond to Elz's question with. -His own face was bright red, a bit tired from his running, but the question only reddened his cheeks more -Nonetheless, he still wore a great, toothy smile as he turned to you- confidence radiating from his sweaty face as he asked: "Want to go on a date sometimes?" -You couldn't stop the grin from going straight to your face as you nodded passionately, watching as Ginge let out a cheer and "COME ONN", The stadium around him cheering also as the interview was broadcasted to the big screens- the whole encounter visible to the aduaicen in the stadium and at home -Ginge wrapped his arms around your waist once more for a grand hug, leaning back and making you squeal as you felt him lift you right off your feet for the hug, burrowing your face into his neck with a giggle as he celebrated everything from the day -As the winning trophy got passed around the Sidemen FC team, Ginge took his pictures with you in his arm -One hand on the cup, once hand around your shoulder, holding you close to his chest for one photo, whilst in the next he has his lips on your cheek, kissing your face happily as though you were the real trophy of the day

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one where the reader has just given birth to her first child with kylian, and she has a kind of "postpartum depression", she is very insecure about her body, she is exhausted by the new routine, and whenever she has to breastfeed she cries because her breasts are still sensitive and etc... she hesitates to talk to kylian about it, but after a while he brings it up again to understand what is going on with her, they talk about everything and he comforts and cares her... if u can, please.

I love this request so much 😭

Tw: postpartum depression, depression in general, anxiety, reader being self conscious

Kylian Mbappe x reader

The way you are

Two months ago your life completely changed.

You and Kylian were expecting your first child and you were both thrilled, excited and scared. It was a rollercoaster of emotions but you couldn’t wait to meet the new addition to the family. Two months ago and you gave birth to a beautiful and healthy baby boy, Samuel, and you couldn’t be happier. He was Kylian’s twin. But now it was hard for you to get used to the new routine. It wasn’t only waking up in the middle of the night because your baby needed to be changed or fed. It was all the stress that came with the pregnancy. Everyone felt like women had to be happy they welcomed a new life on earth, had to be joyful that the pain they went through for nine months was finally over and had to know everything about taking care of a new born - but it wasn’t like that, these past two months have been hitting you really hard, both mentally and physically.

You were grateful for Kylian to be there every time you needed him, he was such a good father and a very fast learner. His family did helped you a lot too. His mom knew how much having kids could be exhausting so she made sure to watch the baby a couple days so you could rest without getting worried of being woke up.

But still, even if you had free times your mind couldn’t seem to stop. It was a constant fight between you and your brain.

Everytime you looked in the mirror you couldn’t stand the person in front of you. It wasn’t you. You didn’t recognized her. Your body got bigger with the pregnancy, your breast fuller and your legs and feet were always sore.

Breastfeeding was a living hell for you. You thought it would give you joy seeing your baby being so healthy and hungry but you hated those moments and you couldn’t help but think that something was definitely wrong with you. Your breast was always so sensitive and it hurt when Sammy was feeding that you cried every single time. You were always tired more than you were when you were pregnant. The baby took a lot of energy from you.

Kylian noticed that you became quieter and he honestly didn’t like it. You were usually a very talkative person, always bright and joyful, your positive aura protecting you and all the people around you so he started questioning what was going on with you. He waited for you to open up with him but when he saw that you didn’t he broke the silence and made the first move.

“Hey baby…” he approached you one night when you were both in bed, Samuel falling asleep in Kylian’s arms just thirty minutes earlier.

“Hey…” you whispered, completely exhausted.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked laying in bed next to you. You nodded.

“You would tell me if something is wrong, right?” he asked, trying to slowly approach the topic.

“Yes why?” you asked him a bit confused.

“I’m not judging you okay? But…I feel like you’re getting distant from me, from everyone actually and I’m a bit worried…is everything okay baby?” he asked you.

No. Nothing is okay you wanted to say. But you couldn’t complain about it because in your mind, doing all of these painful and tiring things for your baby, would have been absolutely worth it for him in the future, so as a mother you should have endured the pain and going on.

“Yes everything is okay Kylian” you lied.

“Babe please tell me what’s going on? I know you’re not okay I can see that…I just wanna help” he begged you because he hated seeing you like that.

“You wanna help me? Go and breastfeed your child!” you shouted, completely forgetting about the walls you built up and letting all of your emotions coming out “go and look at yourself in the mirror and stand there, staring at someone who’s not you but at the same time looks exactly like you! Take care of Samuel every time he needs to be fed because my breast can’t take it anymore! It hurt Kylian! It hurt so fucking much you have no idea and there’s nothing I can do about it because I am a mom and I shouldn’t be complaining because these are normal things to do but I can’t do it! It’s fucking exhausting and I feel so bad because all I want to do is love my child but I feel like I can’t do it because of all of the pain I’m going though…you have no idea Kylian how every single inch of my body hurts!” you said, completely breaking down.

Kylian was shocked and hurt because he wished he realised sooner that this new routine was completely killing you.

“Baby…hear me out. I love you and that’s not gonna change. I loved your body before and I love your body now because it’s yours. It’s you y/n and I love you just the way you are…” he said holding you in his arms “I’m so sorry you feel this way baby, I really am…I wish I could do something for helping you with the pain…we can try some massages if you want to? I’m open to do anything in my power to make you feel comfortable” he said from the bottom of his heart because he couldn’t stand the idea of you being in pain “what you’re going through it’s normal baby…a lot of women go through postpartum depression and I think talking with a specialist might help you, only if you’re up for it, it’s up to you, but whatever you decide to do I’m here, to help you and support you. You’re not alone in this okay?” he softly said while leaving gentle kisses to your neck.

You calmed down listening to his voice and you were so grateful for having someone like him by your side.

“Thank you Kylian” you said wiping your tears away.

“Don’t thank me baby…I’m here, I will always be here for you, and Sammy, you two are the most important people in my life and I love you so much” he said truthfully.

You fell asleep in his arms, while he softly massaged your back and neck, trying to ease the pain.

[blueberryarchive]

─୨MISS PEACHES '57୧─

(18+)//tw: drinking, pranking, cursing, light stuff//part 1

The horse trotted to the rhythm of the drums, the festival rumbled in the middle of the dusty nothingness, and the lights illuminated the stadium that seemed to be swallowed by the darkness of the warm night. The moon was hidden by the black clouds that threatened to break, lightning illuminated the mountains in violet, and the smell of a storm was approaching.

Jungkook encouraged the animal to go faster, clicking loudly. Jimin was behind him, with one arm he held onto the younger man's chest, and with the other, he took a long drink of the stolen whiskey.

The night called for things to fall into their hands, the purpose being to create a scandal and wake up that city girl who comes to Rivermouth thinking that she can devour them.

The apple of the Bell Ranch's eye, the star child, the one who left Rivermouth at nine to bring home a crown every couple of months.

The apple of Rivermouth's eye is back, wearing the brightest crown she's ever had. And the Hillside brothers plan to enjoy the show tonight.

With a spontaneous brake, both boys jumped off the horse, pushing people in the audience. Alcohol immunizing insults and judging looks.

"C'mon, Jimin. Hurry up!"

"Fuck off. I told you to bring something gross, ain't you working on Millie's butcher shop?" Jimin opened the lid. 

"Ain't your dad a fucking shepherd?" Jungkook spat, tongue heavy with only a few sips.

"What should I bring? Wool? You fucking idiot." The blonde laughed, grabbing the last drink ready on his strap.

The crowd started getting busier, the lights fading. 

The music started out of nowhere like the first trumpet of the apocalypse, announcing your arrival on stage.

And indeed, there was no prettier girl in all of Rivermouth.

With your pearly smile, high voluminous hair, perfect hands, and the sweetest smile Jimin had ever seen. Not even his mother looked so beautiful, nor did the statue of the Virgin Mary in the church. You were divine, a torment, taken from the same city hell.

"Take more." He heard himself say. Jungkook put his hand into the jelly jar that Jimin was carrying in his trembling hands.

Park's rebellious heart fell into his stomach as he saw you emerge completely from the curtains, materializing from the yellow dust that rose from the arid floor like a Las Vegas show. With smoke and lights and the Bell Ranch's girl dressed as a coquettish sailor. The lights are brighter than before, the sparkling shine of your glitter bow, your freshly painted nails, the sash around your body: MISS PEACHES 1957. Everyone applauded when they saw your hands rise and jump elegantly across the creaky floor.

Jungkook held the slimy mass in his fingers, gaping and wondering.

"Are you sure that's the right girl, Park?" 

"Sure as hell." Jimin licked his lips, feeling a sudden thirst. 

Thunder exploded in his ears just as your smile caught a glimpse of him. Like a sign from the Lord of your arrival, he was sure as hell that you were the right girl. "Why, are you scared, little church boy?" Teased, Jungkook clicked his tongue. 

Was that what girls were like outside of Rivermouth? With long legs and an apotheotic smile?

"Aim..." Jungkook murmured coming out of his stupor, raising his arm, the reddish juice dripping down his wrist and onto his shirt.

It's not that Park felt hungry or wanted to go to the bathroom, nor that he has a fever. He wasn't nervous either, of course not, the alcohol helped him with that. But the southern heat was so strong from your presence that he felt like he could faint if he blinked and missed one of your steps, steps, steps, turn, one, two, one, two, three, four, CLACK! LIGHT! THUNDER!

Jelly spilled from Jimin's fingers, and his heart drummed to the sound of your patent leather shoes.

If he had known that the Bell Ranch girl was going to be you, maybe he wouldn't have stolen his mother's jam, maybe he wouldn't have called Jungkook that night. But it was already late, and his fingers were tickling, his nose was beginning to despise the smell of strawberries that filled his space.

"FIRE!" Jimin yelled as the clack of your feet made his throat burst.

The sweet rained down until it reached your beautiful face, your delicate costume. 

A collective gasp landed Jimin on his feet, at what he had caused. Your smile was gone, your long eyelashes raised above the red. Both boys remained static, confused; as if they had desecrated a religious image.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck! We have to go." Jungkook mumbled hands into fists, eyes on the prize. 

Jimin's eyes were bright, the corners of his lips tremblingly raised as he watched you cry in the center of the stage, the unbearable white lights made your translucent tears shine, and the sweaty makeup made you look like a ruined wax figure. The women who surrounded you to protect you from so much shame. Oh, it was a sight.

If your father wasn't screaming, if Jungkook hadn't grabbed his arm, and if his mother hadn't screamed his name from afar. Jimin would have stayed until his feet swelled just to see you, to admire you until he grew weary.

It wasn't the first time he had made a girl cry, but making Miss Peaches '57 cry had been the greatest achievement for 18-year-old Jimin. Best of all, he didn't even have to move, yell at you, or even pull one of your perfect curls.

The mere fact that he came close to you caused tornado damage to such a wildflower.

They had to run through the blue night, ride through the cold drizzle, and disappear for hours until the festival and you were an intelligible echo behind their cruel, childish laughter.

Jungkook licked his sticky fingers while he looked back. Looking for your silhouette coming down the stairs, defeated in the worst way for a girl: when she thinks she looks her best.

That night, both boys slept in the hayfield of an old cabin, drunk and sticky. They both dreamed of the same girl, and both woke up with goosebumps from the dew of a wet morning and a mischievous smile.

One of them dreamed of stealing a kiss from you, the other of making you cry again.

[rzyraffek]

Hewos!

I was hoping to request some soft moments with the Sinclair Brothers, Brahms, and Billy Lenz?

Thank you! Have a good day/night :3

Yall wtf I come back home and i got 4new requests??? I am famous or something THANK YOU ALL FOR REQUEST!!! Some of them are sus but ily all still💖💖 But this request is very cute!!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Fluffy times with slasher

Billy Lenz

He might be a weird creep but he also is a huge cuddlebug

Like everytime they wanna relax and watch movie or do something fun this guy will litteraly lay on them

My guy turns into tomato everytime s/o cups his cheeks, or holds his hands gently😳😳

Also if s/o is a gamer he will watch them play and be theirs number one fan (tbh whatever competitive hobby they got hes nr1 fan). Shit talking people with Billy>>

He moves a lot in his sleep, kicks too, and probably talks aswell. He is very active sleeper.

Also he is a night owl but he goes to bed with s/o so they can lie toghether. And he will stare qt them (litteraly just like in the movie btw)

Get him some headbands those hair are getting into his eyes

Bo Sinclair

Okay but he loves when they grab his arm when they are walking together. Or when s/o kisses him, he doenst care tbh everykiss from them is wonderful

His arm always lands on them during sleep, and he snores too

He loves borrowing his hoodies and shirts to them but he smokes so everything he wears smells like nikotine, and he too smells like it. So hopefully they dont mind it

If they are upset he gonna get so protective, like ?who hurt you? Why are you crying?? And a lot of touches too

Vincent Sinclair

Quality time with vincent inculdes: teaching them how to make wax figures, go on walk with a dog, braid eachother hair, and gossip. Yeah gossip i know this guy doenst look like it but he lives for drama. Talking shit about rude and disrespectful vitims is great

Hes increadeably patient! When he was teaching them how to use make stuff out of wax no matter how many tries s/o failed and how many tiems tjey said that their work looks ugly and well- bad he was like "nononono try again but like this *shows some epic wax strategy*"

His brothers are very happy that vincent is socialasing! He usually just hangs out with bo or lester, god he doesnt even interacts with his victims???

His hands are shaky

He sleeps like lil babi, he 100% does 'ah mimimimi ah mimimi' when asleep, also he is very nervous to hug them while in bed and when he wakes up to them hugging him, he will turn tomato

Brahms Heelshire

Guy has skin walker vibes. Like s/o gonna just vibe in bed trying to zzz and this guy will just stand in dark corridor, staring, with absolute darkness behind him. And it doesnt help that he is very skinny and has long long arms

He loves cooking together!! Helping in kitchen is such fun job! But he won't clean the dishes! he is disgusted by wet food

No pets in house!! He would be 100% jealous!! And he already has 50rats in walls I think that's enough animals for now

When he talks about stuff he enjoys he moves his hands alot!

He loves playing hide and seek! And scaring s/o when they don't see him😈😈

Asa Emory

Rich bitch

You calling him at 3am because you hungry and there's no food in fridge? Uhh yes honey lemmie just finish this victim of and-what? You want Chinese food this time? Hmm yeah that sounds tasty

He gonna spoil them!

Hes very animalistic tbh, but he is also a gentleman. He gonna ask for consent everytime he even gets near them "can I kiss you?/is it okay if I do that" ect ect

Sleeping with him is scary. Fr. He gonna just randomly disapear in middle of night and come back 9hours later. Or he gonna be missing for almost whole day and just comeback while s/o is eeping and just go to sleep like nothing happened

Also he purrs

Yall I got alot of requests now so I might do them slowly! If you requested anything lately dont worry I will write that I just need time!!

[heavyhitterheaux]

For the concept thingy-

I trusted you

(I'm feeling like some angst is in order. Oopsies)

One thing that you always told your triplets when they got older was that if they were ever out somewhere and they suddenly felt uncomfortable and wanted to come home that they could call you at any time during the night, no questions asked and you would never mention it again, unless there was a reason for concern.

This had happened with Autumn and her friend Marisa three times so far and every time she called Jack to come and get her because she honestly felt scared. Yes, Marisa was her best friend, but the path that she was going on she couldn't get behind.

Once you had finally told them about your best friend Autumn, who she was named after and what happened to her, she always held it in the back of her mind to speak up when she thought that something wasn't right.

Marisa would tend to drive tipsy at times and the first time Autumn didn't think much of it since there had been an entire group of them and her other friend, Jaxon promptly took the keys and drove all of them home.

However, it was starting to happen more often from what Jaxon had told Autumn. She confronted Marisa about it to see if there was something that she was going through and wanted to talk about, but all she did was get annoyed with her and brush her off.

Now once again, Autumn had called Jack and they were both in the car on the way home sitting in silence until Jack broke it.

“Autumn.”

“Yes, daddy?”

“I don't think I want you hanging around Marisa anymore. She doesn't seem like a very good friend to you from what you told me.”

“But, I've known her since I was five!”

“That doesn't matter. It is completely okay to outgrow people and I think that you two are going in two different directions now.”

“I can't just stop being her friend, she needs me.”

“Or do you need her?” Jack asked as he looked over at her, but all she did was sigh.

“Yes, I love that you know better than to get into a car with someone who is clearly intoxicated, but Autumn, this is now the fourth time and it's clear that Marisa has a problem and needs help.”

“I thought you and mom said that we could call you at any time of the night to come and get us and we would never speak about it again.”

“Unless it has to do with your safety and in this case, it does.”

“It won't happen again, I promise.”

“You don't know that, Autumn. But I'll let you sleep for now and when you wake up, we need to finish talking about this.”

It was now mid afternoon and Jack had just gotten finished telling you what had happened regarding Autumn and you felt a wave of nervousness hit you. The last thing you wanted was for one of your children to be in harm's way and if you could do anything to stop it that you would.

You and Jack were in the kitchen as Autumn came in rubbing her eyes signaling that she just woke up and sat next to both of you after she hugged you both.

“Hi parents, I'm hungry.”

“I'll fix you something in a minute, but we have got to talk about Marisa.” You quietly said as you moved some of her hair out of her face and Autumn's eyes went wide.

“Daddy, you told her!?”

“Of course I did. What did I say this morning? It only stays between us when your safety isn't compromised, but in this situation it is.”

“I trusted you!”

“Autumn Danielle, stop yelling immediately. Me and your mother are concerned for you and the people you've been around lately. They aren't good influences on you, especially Marisa. This stops now.”

“I have it handled, I….”

“Obviously you don't have it handled when you are calling me in the middle of the night to come and get you because she's been drinking and is trying to drive you home.” Jack cut her off and simply looked at her and she sighed.

“I just want to fit in. It seems like she's forgetting about me since she has all these new friends. I don't want to be left behind.” She quietly confessed and you wrapped your arms around her.

“Fitting in with a certain crowd isn't always a good thing, Autumn. Peer pressure is real. So you need to promise us that you'll make better choices. And always know that we're here for you.” You told her as she hugged you back tighter.

“Yes, I promise.”

“We love you and only want the absolute best for you.”

“I know, I love you guys too and I'm sorry.”

“For what?” Jack asked her and she sighed.

“You both just started letting me go out again and I don't want to betray your trust.”

“As long as you make good decisions, it's all we ask for.”

[palettepainter]

I’ll be posting a little writing WIP for Hired Sparky later today, but for the Undertale fandom, may I propose an idea with Siren Horror?

I’m a shameless fan of HTTYD and the Sea Beast and 2024 I am dubbing my year of self indulgence so I’m posting this. I might write this if it’s popular enough or if I get the confidence too, but imagine: 

Y/N as a newcomer to a seaside town, neatly nestled on a coastline in the middle of nowhere. It’s bitterly cold nearly all year, and the people are about as sweet as vinegar. But the housing is dirt cheap, considering the looking threat of sirens that infest the waters. Y/N is nearly dirt broke and is looking to build a life outside of their family home, so the unwelcome seaside town it is! Not many people are willing to go fishing in waters popular for siren sightings, so the pay is pretty impressive (even if the work field is a bit competitive at times)

They’re hired onto a boat crew of hardened fishermen who all retell gorey tales of siren attacks in great detail fairly quickly, after doing a bit of research on sirens. The crew are at the point where they’ve learnt to laugh a little, they’ve worked the job long enough that they’re pretty relaxed despite the looming threat of danger on the water. Y/N is not so eased. They’re hired purely as a second hands on the boat: tending to nets and sorting fish once they’ve hauled onto the boat, nothing else. But the captain still hands them a rather heavy harpoon gun with permission to fire if need be. 

They set off into deeper waters where few fishing boats are given the clear to fish, meaning it’s basically free game for anybody with a net to catch fish of all kind. The weather is rough, but the crew bat their hands and say they’ve faced down worse storms 

But then a siren is spotted breaching the water a little ways from the boat. They’re not in immediate danger, and so reader assumes they’ll simply sail out of its line of sight, but the crew already fire a warning harpoon into the water to try and scare it off. For a beat, there is nothing, before the siren attacks the ship - a kraken of all things, one of the most dangerous species, considering its ability to grasp at the ship 

The harpoon has wedged itself into the creatures skull, piercing through the top and dimming it’s eye lights. It screeching, in confusion or anger, maybe it’s the panic coursing through their system, but the protagonist thinks that maybe, their might be fear mixed in with that shrieking. More harpoons and swords are fired at its heaving body, chipping at already injured and cracked parts.

When Y/N is ordered to shoot they instead aim for the rope attached to the end of the harpoon wedged in the creatures head, it grazes the rope, but it’s enough for the creature to snap is with a violently throw of its head. The creature sinks back into the water, the boat tossing from the loss of its weight, sending many of the crew overboard - including reader 

They try to swim back to the boat, but swimming in the confines of a pool to practise swimming in the sea proves that the sea is far more ruthless. They end up being dragged out to sea, climbing to a part of the boat railing that had been snapped off during the attack. Reader wakes up in some kind of enclosed cavern like structure, obviously forged overtime from the waves chipping away at the rocks. They’re cold, hungry, terrified…but alive. And they learn quickly they’re not alone. The siren is nearby, confused, disoriented and greatly weakened from the spear still stuck in their head. They can barely keep their head upright before they topple back into the shallow water with a grunt of exhaustion 

It takes a bit of effort, and gently coaxing, and a hell of a lot of stupid bravery, but when the siren has tired itself out enough and after several failed attempts at trying to swat them away (missing mostly each time thanks to their vision being heavily impaired from their injury) but eventually, the reader dislodges the spear, and is then promptly smacked *hard* and is sent flying into the sand 

Reader is certain they heard something snap as they fall back onto the sand, but miraculously, they don’t collide back onto any rocks. Feeling sore, they sit up, the siren is supporting itself on an arm with laboured breaths, the other clasping at the eye socket on the injured side of its head. Gradually, a red, focused eye light burns to life, focused dead on them. The siren looks at them curiously, as if they’re only just realising it’s alone - Y/N expects an attack, for it to pounce, so something…instead, the siren snorts, shakily hobbling off to the were the water is deepest 

Basically: what if Reader was THERE when Sans got that injury on his head?? The two have been washed into a cove by the tides: Sans is too exhausted to climb out and the water is dangerously shallow, there isn’t enough food for him to sustain himself, and without it, he won’t heal. Reader goes through the whole “Maybe these monsters are only monsters because we chose to see them that way” and overtime the two form a somewhat bond, reader bringing Horror food and such while he heals and Horror showing them that sirens are far more intelligent than what silly books have documented about them 

I’m a sucker for enemies of two separate tribes or species breaking the generational hate and learning to be friends it is SUCH a good dynamic and it scratches my brain the perfect way 

[little-cereal-draws]

Sad Ballister and food headcanons

He would be coming from an environment where he wouldn't be sure when his next meal will be or where it would be coming from. It could be something he pulled out of a dumpster, it could be something he stole from a food cart, it could be a handout from a passerby. He has no way to ensure its quality or its quantity. He would need to make it last as long as it can so that he's full for as long as possible.

When he gets to the Institute, there's a dining hall and three full meals a day. It's absolutely insane. It's literally handed to them on a silver platter. There's no uncertainty, no violent competing for limited resources; there's more than enough for everyone. And even though he might logically understand that, underneath there's the anxiety that somehow it might run out and he would be hungry again.

So, he takes rolls, apples, and anything else that will fit in his pockets back to his room. And he hides them. He's pretty sure he's not allowed to do this, but he's so scared of being hungry that he can't stop. Occasionally he'll have some when he wakes up in the middle of the night but for the most part, he's not hungry anymore. Or if he is hungry, it's not gut-twisting hunger pains so he can't justify eating his stash; he needs to save it for when he's desperate.

But that never comes. Eventually, he begins to trust in the Institution's resources and that there will always be enough to feed everyone. The food under his bed is rotten and covered in mold when he finally pulls it out again. He throws it out, disgusted that he ever thought he could eat that at some point.

Jump forward several years, he's no longer at the Institute. He's on the run, labeled a "queen killer," "a villain," "a monster." His arm is gone, his home is gone, the people he thought he could trust are gone, his safety is gone. He's living in a run-down forgotten mechanic shop on the edge of the Kingdom. It's filled with drafts that let the cold in, rats that scuttle around the floor, and more safety violations than he can count. And he's hungry. He can't go to the store, he can't go to a restaurant, he can't order anything. He's a criminal now. So, he's back to where he started, stealing and dumpster diving. He finds half a sandwich that doesn't look that bad and starts scarfing it down. With a few bites left, he realizes he should save it; his hand may be shaking and his vision blurring now but he'll need it more later. It goes in his cloak.

Jump forward again, the wall and the Director are gone. But so is Nimona. He's reworking things with Ambrosius, figuring out where they stand now. He's been staying in a guest room in the Goldenloin's sprawling mansion; it wasn't his first choice but he didn't have anywhere else to go. There's a long banquet table they use for meals and Ballister slips food into his pocket with every course. He doesn't know how long he'll be staying; he might need it later if he leaves. Ambrosius notices out of the corner of his eye and frowns. Giving him time to pull away, he slowly puts his hand on Ballister's wrist. Their eyes meet but Ambrosius doesn't say anything, he just looks at him with a sad expression. Ballister doesn't need him to say anything though, he gets it. He's not on the run anymore. He doesn't have to worry about basic survival. He's cared for here. He's safe.

He puts the piece of bread he tucked away back on the table and intertwines his fingers with his lover's.

(Also I think that for the first few months after he came to the Institue he would fight the other kids over his food. Someone asks for a piece of his potatoes? He slams their head into the table. Someone reaches across his plate to grab smth else but it looks like it could be his food? He twists their arm behind their back. Todd jokingly tried to take his whole plate once so Bal bashed him over the head w it. It was a combination of him getting in trouble, him becoming more trusting in the Institute, and the other kids learning to leave him alone during meal time that finally stopped it. If you're out on the street and someone tries to take your only food, you fight them like hell for it bc it very well could be the difference between life and death for you. The Director never understood that no matter how many times Bal tried to explain to her why he attacked the other kids.)

[mayweneverdie]

WEREWOLF EAGLE FLIES ARGHHHHH

Ok!!

WEREWOLF EAGLE FLIES?!

Cw:

Notes:

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Is extra hungry 24/7

If you and him are hanging out and food is involved, he’s getting a 4 course meal

He’s a growing boy!!!! (20 year old man)

Big fan of wolf documentaries

Thinks he could sneak into one w/o being detected

(People would immediately realize smth is off w him)

he has a picture of edward that he gnaws on when he’s extra angry

Like this

Sometimes when y’all go on walks in more wooded areas, he’ll run off and come back in his wolf form to scare you

Not in a serious way, just to make you jump before realizing its him

Not exclusive to werewolf ef, but i like to think he bought a full set of cringey were wolf clothes

Like the ones on amazon thats like “she keeps me wild” “he keeps me safe” “i choose you 🥺”

Tries his hardest to make you wear it with him for the bit

He’s ok with cats, but he likes flexing on them as if they were actual people

“You wish this was you, huh?” And the cat looks at him like

During sleep overs he’ll sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, go turn into his wolf form, and take over your bed

Doing the little dog spin and all

He’s so silly!!

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I hope these suffice 🙏