#deeply traumatized baby boy but like it's fine he's fine :)))

[oathofmoonlight]

character intro: yuuki tsukino

Yuuki, age 14, Kaguya's younger brother and apprentice, of sorts. When the curse hit their order, Yuuki was too young to have had much training and was sent by his sister to attend school in one of the great capitals of their world where, presumably, he would be (relatively) safe from the curse's effects.

Though his sole guardian, his sister, was abroad in search of a way to lift their curse, she was far from absent, writing him frequently with tales of her adventures. As a final granted to her by her diety, Kaguya was able to reach through space and pull her younger brother into her demiplane before the destruction of their home world.

Yuuki is a budding sorcerer, though not especially powerful as of yet. He still relies on his sister's magic to come and go from their pocket dimension home. Usually, he's accompanied by a friendly familiar - Starfluff, Kaguya's loyal mount and magic made manifest, in the form of a cat - which allows him to move between the worlds alongside his elder sister.

[sanjisboyfie]

one piece smau: dating sanji edition

— modern! au , so fun , slight nsfw bc sanji is funny like that ig LMFAO

— SANJI X MALE READER one of my favorite pairings to ever cross the universe

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lvrboy[name]: oh my god hes so fine someone give me this guys' number

[name]s.chef: BEAUTIFUL BOY MY NUMBER IS XXX-XXX-XXXX PLEASE SAVE MY CONTACT AS PRINCE SANJI I WILL ALWAYS BE AT YOUR BECK AND CALL

-> dni_nami: no fucking way, why did this guy just leak his number TO HIS OWN BOYFRIEND

uso_pp: the day sanji doesn't comment in all caps to his boyfriends posts is the day the apocolypse comes

-> roro.zoro: fr why he always yelling at him....

-> freeluffy: sanji is so aggressive to his own boyfriend, should we help [name]? -> [name]s.chef: YOU MORONS HAVE NEVER BEEN IN LOVE AND IT SHOWS

-> uso_pp: ruhroh he angry

love.pudding: is he single?

-> [name]s.chef: I AM A GAY MAN AND IN LOVE WITH MY FUTURE HUSBAND - I AM NOT INTERESTED IN ANYONE ELSE BUT MY LOVER, I AM A LOYAL MAN TO MY BOYFRIEND. DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME OR HIM IF YOU WISH TO DATE EITHER OF US. WE ARE DEEPLY IN LOVE AND ALWYS WILL BE.

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[name]s.chef: I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND HE MAKES ME SO HAPPY HES THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE HIM

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dni_nami: never seen you smile that wide before

-> roro.zoro: i wish i never saw it, it's terrifying

-> [name]s.chef: i fucking hate you, dont interact with any of my posts you idiot

-> [lvrboyname]: holy shit whenever you guys breathe do you have to insult each other

-> [name]s.chef: I WON'T ANYMORE MY BABY

SUPERCOLA: do you guys remember when sanji said he hated [name] and rejected the idea of being in love with him.

-> lvrboy[name]: LMFAOAOOA

-> {name]s.chef: that wasnt me, that was my evil twin that was plotting on my downfall.

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lvrboy[name]: personal bottle boy <3

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[name]s.chef: until the bed breaks. as many rounds as you want, any position you want, anything.

-> dni_nami: sanji please be fucking normal challenge

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dr.law: is this sanitary???

-> lvrboy[name]: deez nuts in your mouth are about to be sanitary

-> [name]s.chef: TELL HIM BABY TELL HIM !!!

-> dr.law: this shit doesnt even make sense ???

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freeluffy: i can't eat when sanji is making out with [name] across from me. i'm never going out with these two again.

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uso_pp: LMFAO i thought it was known to never go out with sanji and [name]? sanji just ends up ignoring you and only paying attention to [name]

-> [name]s.chef: and that's the way it should be. who else should i pay attention to when my beautiful, handsome, erethral boyfriend is right in front of me?

robinkills: i have never heard luffy sound so serious before, what did you two do to him?

-> roro.zoro: probably traumatize him

lvrboy[name]: i'm sorry lu, i'll make it up to you sometime

-> freeluffy: pay for my meals on campus for a week straight :D

-> lvrboy[name]: i'll pay for it for two weeks, i'm really sorry luffy </3

-> [name]s.chef: DONT STEAL MY BOYFRIEND FROM ME YOU FUCKING IDIOT I'LL SKEWER YOU ALIVE

roro.zoro: i think i vomitted in my mouth a little bit, happy for you guys ig.

-> lvrboy[name]: thank you...?

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lvrboy[name]: my bby in crop tops >>>

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[name]s.chef: I WILL WEAR WHATEVER YOU WANT BABE WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY, I'LL WEAR. I HAVE EYES FOR NO ONE ELSE BUT YOU!! I LOVE YOU!!!

-> lvrboy[name]: i love you so much muah

SUPERCOLA: sanji and [name] stop making out challenge literally fucking impossible.

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-> skullnsoul: they're so funny

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[name]s.chef: my beautiful boy suprised me by preparing me food with his own recipe today, i think i could cry genuine tears. you guys don't understand how happy i am that i found him and am now able to call him mine. i will love [name] until my last breath. i am so, so lucky.

tagged: lvrboy[name]

uso_pp: okay i guess this was a cute post or whatever.

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lvrboy[name]: sanji i'm gonna cry :< i love u sm too

-> [name]s.chef: pls dont cry my love

ttchopper: my favorite couple, you two are so sweet!

roro.zoro: cant even say anything mean, this is very heartwarming

-> lvrboy[name]: sanji won't tell you this but he giggled and kicked his feet when he read this.

lvrboy[name]'s story

my boyfriend's so fucking sexy-

[name]s.chef replied to your story: CAN I KISS YOU PLEASE COME BACK TO BED SO I CAN KISS YOU PLEASE CAN I KISS YOU CAN I PLEASEEE-

[murderandcoffee]

josie's ocs part 1: the king's daughter trilogy (tkd)

context: a fantasy trilogy following the heir of a kingdom as she deals with war, loss, and ancient evil (there's a lot more than that but I'll spare you the lecture lmao)

MAIN CHARACTERS:

Caitriona "Cait" Câer

she/her, aquarius, fae/shifter/human

heir to the Northern kingdom of Marel (her parents' only surviving child)

a talented shifter, but lost her ability to use fae magic after the traumatic incident that killed her mother and left her physically disabled

very guarded and cold to those she doesn't know, but cares deeply about the people she lets in

likes/good at: languages, combat, shifting, botany

dislikes/bad at: playing instruments, magic, art, writing (her disability mainly affects her fine motor skills in her hands, so she hates tasks that require them), bears, being referred to as a "princess"

best friend: Theo

romantic interest: Nix

roommate: Analei

guard: Toby

Fenix "Nix" Khalleran

they/them, virgo, giant/human

heir to the Khalleran Clan, a roaming clan of (mostly) giants in the Northern kingdom, but was raised by their aunt and uncle in the Southern kingdom after the Clan was attacked and their twin died

was forced to avoid all mention of their heritage while in the South because their aunt feared the danger their connection to the Khalleran Clan could put her children in

warm and upbeat, but nervous--they grew up rather sheltered, and are unsure of themself and their place in the world; despite this, they are open to new experiences and love meeting new people

likes/good at: pottery, biology, combat, adventure, travel, cold weather

dislikes/bad at: standing up for themself, fire, disappointing people, lying

romantic interest: Cait

Theodosius "Theo" Wren

he/him, cancer, human/fae

raised in academia by his single mother, who is a professor at the academy that he, cait, nix, and analei all attend

has an autoimmune disorder, so he's sick a lot (he's used to it, it's just an annoyance to him for the most part)

nerdy and excitable--boy is very adhd. he could talk for days about the things he's passionate about, but also loves to listen to other people talk about their passions

likes/good at: history, dragons and their care, astronomy, calligraphy

dislikes/bad at: learning languages (he tries, but he's just not good at it lol), being cold, headaches and nausea, magic, combat

best friend: Cait

Tobias "Toby" Fischer

he/him, capricorn, human

orphaned shortly after he was born, but was taken in (and basically raised by) Cait's mom; he's 9 years older than Cait, and is her older brother in every way except biologically

swore his life to Cait when she was born, and has been her personal guard ever since he was old enough to take on the role

stoic and stony on the outside, but loving and soft on the inside. he's a golden retriever in a doberman/mastiff's body (babies--both human and animal--make him cry)

likes/good at: horses, combat, anti-magic (the ability that some humans have which can block/shut down fae magic), history, his husband, dragons

dislikes/bad at: trusting other people to protect Cait, drama

charge: Cait

Analei Dûr

she/her, taurus, human/shifter

princess of the Eastern kingdom of Marel (her older brother, the prince, died when she was a teenager, so she is the heir to the throne now)

has known Cait since they were both young; the two are surprisingly close friends, despite their wildly different personalities

extremely feminine, outgoing, and flirtatious--adores being the center of attention. she is also very calculated and observant, though very few see that side of her (she exaggerates the ditzy flirt side of her personality to use it as a façade)

likes/good at: the color pink, singing, parties, cool rocks, jewelry and fashion, history

dislikes/bad at: getting her hands dirty, getting her clothes dirty, talking about her brother, anti-magic, learning tonal languages

roommate: Cait

OKAY THAT'S THE MAIN CAST (of book 1... lmao)

there's a lot more about them, but those are quick profiles! if you have any questions about them or anything else, ask away! I love talking about them <3

[munsonmuses]

Ghosting Over

Part four of spiritual reserves

Part three

Synopsis: now with the last few pieces of the puzzle involved, there’s work to be done. Plotting how to get into the upside down is no easy feat. Especially with four new, inexperienced bodies

Themes: the paranormal, a ghostly Eddie, grief, angst, LONGING.

Warnings: ghostly boyfriend, swearing, mentions of weaponry, drug use, drinking, gore, familial recollection, Steve’s pathetic flirting and his big mouth, and teen angst

Word Count: 2.6k words

The drive back to the city was awkward to say the least, the young men filled with questions which you tried to answer as best as you could, with help from the ever eager Dustin.

“How long has the upside down been there?”

“Nineteen eighty three-“

“Okay and what attacked you?”

“Demo dog in a weakened state.”

“What is a demo dog?”

“Baby demogorgon. Essentially a quadruped.”

“Where’s Eddie sitting in the car?”

“I dunno, I can’t see him.”

“What about-“

“That’s enough questions! We can answer more when we’re all together in the cabin okay? There’s-“ you counted in your head, “ten of us to ask from total, so you can start being nosey there.” You insisted softly, pulling into the gym parking lot to see the rest of your little team.

They were all piling into the surfer boy pizza van, along with the girl Steve had been working with. Frowning deeply as you put the car into park and got out.

“Steven Andrew Harrington. What is she doing? What did you do? You better fucking explain-“ you whisper shouted as he put his hands up in defense, trying to keep space between you both.

“Hey whoa whoa Ginerva, she knows about the upside down, she’s Dustin’s cousin, she knows okay? She knows. So she can help okay? She asked me what I knew, then told me what she knew-…��� he insisted as you clenched your fists, turning your head down and exhaling. Gently thumping your fists to his chest.

“She can come okay? She can come because we need as many bodies as we can get, not because this is your flavor of the week Harrington. Now go, we’ll meet at the cabin-“ you state before sighing as you looked back at your car.

“Go grab your shit, come back, then we’ll go,” you told the guys who went racing inside, fumbling over one another with their own questions. They were taking it really well, though what else could you expect? Hawkins was being ripped apart, and nobody went unscathed. They were already traumatized, and strangely enough, the information you gave them was a glimmer of hope in this disgusting new way of life.

You pulled a cigarette out of your purse, lighting it carefully as you took a heavy drag, humming to yourself as you exhaled. The ashy smoke whispering past your lips as you watched it fade away. Lying your head back as you reminisced about you and Eddie.

‘So you’re telling me, you can smoke four cigarettes at the same time Munson? Like light four and then smoke all of them?’

‘That’s exactly what I’m saying doll face, I can do it. Just watch me-‘

‘Okay…okay fine.’ You popped the lighter open, lighting the cigarettes. He started inhaling until his mouth filled with smoke. Big puppy dog eyes watering as he sputtered and wheezed, body rocking forward.

His hair in a low bun, wearing a massive Hawkins Electrical Plant shirt and his boxers. You in your own underwear and a Bennys Burgers shirt.

Catching his weight, you pulled him into you as you plucked each cigarette from his lips. Stubbing them out and holding him close.

‘You couldn’t do it~’ you teased as he looked at you. ‘Why would you think you could do that Eddie?’

‘Jus’ want you to think I’m cool…’ he mumbled as he looked up at you, leaning up as you pushed down to meet him. Kissing him lightly as you smiled.

‘I think you’re plenty cool…’ you murmured as he lightly pat your hip.

‘Cool enough to spend forever with?’

‘Forever and a day…’ you whispered

You hadn’t even realized the tears were streaming till you felt them patter along your shirt, wiping your cheeks and neck while frowning to yourself. Trying to compose yourself as you sighed.

“Damnit Eddie this better not be for nothing…because if this is some sick joke I will kill you again.” You threatened with a soft laugh. Looking over at Dustin who was just silently staring at you.

“He loves you a lot you know?” He started as you quirked a brow.

“He talked about you know…small things. Mostly about your future. He’d open up his own auto body shop, and do band stuff on the side. And how he’d marry you, get you guys a house on cherry lane. And like…he talked about kids-“ he confessed as you looked away. “Adopting probably, I dunno.” He insisted as you frowned.

“Can you like, stop talking about him like that? You’re making it sound like he’s dead Henderson.” You insisted as he pursed his lips. “I know you’re trying to help dusty. I’m not angry at you. Not at all just…” you took his face in your hands. “When did you grow up?” You mumbled.

“Nineteen eighty three…” he responded dryly as his lips quirked up just a bit, earning a light laugh from you.

Your moment was interrupted by the guys coming up the blacktop, climbing into the car with their belongings as you hummed. “You guys like, cleared it with your parents?” You checked as they all grew a bit silent.

“They were all out of town for break and stuff, got stuck outside of Hawkins. The government isn’t letting anyone in or out right now.” Grant explained as you frowned deeply. “It’s okay. We can get you guys reconnected when things are normal again. If possible, we could get them your numbers. If you wanna stay with Wayne and i I’m sure he wouldn’t mind…get outta the whole gym situation. Take a real shower.” You offered as they all kind of thought it out.

“I’ll come. I kinda miss being in a house.” Gareth insisted softly, Jeff and Grant agreeing with a soft frown. It wasn’t their ideal situation but at the same time they couldn’t stand another night in that depressing gym.

You put the car into gear and got to work driving towards the cabin with the boys in tow. Carefully finishing up the cigarette you had and throwing it out the window as you hummed.

It was a solid while before reaching the cabin. Parking and climbing out as the guys followed carefully. The tiny cabin bound to be crowded as you head inside. The kids, well, young teens, being sat together and exchanging strategy. Jonathan and Argyle worked on lunch for everyone, while Nancy and Robin discussed the logistics of reentering the large gates around Hawkins, having been split open the way they were, was it even possible to climb through? Steve busy with the girl he’d brought back, earning a gag from Dustin.

A strange silence descended as everyone made eye contact with the corroded coffin boys, Robin and Grant exchanging soft hello’s, having been in band together their sophomore year.

“So…they know. I explained everything. They believed me, kind of? But they can help. They know dungeons and dragons. They know how to…I dunno, he reasonably reckless. Which seems like a necessary trait for being involved.” You insisted, earning a soft sigh from the collective group, settling any nerves they had. Or at least, helping settle a little bit of the tension.

“That means there’s the…four teens…well, including you three, seven teens. Then there’s seven adults…” Nancy said softly as she carefully picked under her nails and frowned lightly. “Do you think we can do this?” She asked softly

“I’d say yeah…nothing we haven’t done before. And we’re not trying to defeat vecna this time.” Steve insisted as Gareth quirked a brow.

“Vecna as in…you know, the big bad? Kas is his right hand man?” He asked as he crossed his arms.

“Vecna as in we needed a name that made sense.” Dustin said softly. “Nothing to do with actual dnd, just the terminology.” He explained softly as he hummed to himself.

Dustin was interrupted by a plate being shoved in his hands, Argyle passing out the loaded sandwiches they’d made to everyone as he greeted everyone with a shoulder pat or attempted hug.

In that time, you went to El’s room, sitting on her bed and lying back. Everyone else could think strategy, but you were tired. Body worn out from all the moving around.

Closing your eyes, you embraced the warmth of her light quilt and the sun coasting rays through the slats in the wooden boards blocking the windows.

You carefully sat up, working on reorienting yourself as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Yawning harshly and stretching your arms up and out. Shaking the exhaustion out of your bones and humming. Taking two careful steps onto the ground.

You hadn’t remembered taking off your shoes, maybe Steve or Robin had helped you out during your nap, which was really sweet. Looking in the mirror of the small vanity. It was somewhat dark, the time having passed more than you’d originally thought. Maybe you’d overslept.

It seemed quiet, too quiet for there being fourteen young adults and two adults in the house. Raising a brow and pushing the door open with a light yawn. Met only with the empty living room and silent kitchen.

Going to feel the tv set, it was cold. Showing nobody had watched anything recently. Frowning to yourself and going to the porch. Pulling the cigarettes from your purse on the table by the door and heading to sit on the outside. Nobodies car but the one you’d borrowed from Steve being there. Frowning in frustration. They should’ve woken you up if they were going somewhere. This was a group effort.

Lighting your cigarette, you got to work. Inhaling the warm and bitter smoke as you sighed, exhaling out of your nose and grimacing at the stale taste. You would buy a new pack if not everything in Hawkins was shut down. But maybe Melvald’s would still be open. They seemed to stay standing through everything.

You searched your pockets, finding your keys and heading to the car, hopping in and taking your time to warm up the car. Pulling into reverse and making a three point turn before heading into town.

The roads were strangely empty, except for a black Camaro sporting a mullet owning driver drove by. His eyes glassy as you frowned. Driving past a girl in a cheerleading uniform, her blonde ponytail disheveled as you quirked a brow. She looked oddly familiar. but Hawkins was a town where everyone looked oddly familiar.

Swinging into downtown, you parked by the sidewalk, heading into the small store that had been in decent condition considering the circumstances.

“Hello?” You called out, not having seen anyone up front to greet or assist you. Walking the well stocked aisles and finding nobody. Heading to the counter up front and rummaging in your pockets. Pulling out a crimped dollar bill and a handful of change equating to the $1.36 that a pack of cigarettes cost. Taking the pack of filtered Lucky Strike’s and slipping them into your pocket.

Your silence was broken by the sound of the front door opening, big brown eyes staring you down as your eyes narrowed. A recognition flowing through you. Fear, then confusion, then relief.

“Eddie?” You asked softly, carefully taking a step towards him.

His jacket was mauled, body littered with grey and red muck that was likely entrails, eyes dark and solemn. Shoulders slacking forward as he wiped the dirt from his face.

“I have been looking everywhere for you. Nobody was at the trailer and then I saw the gym was a thing but you weren’t there, then there was the lake and-“ he was cut off by your body weight slamming into him. Holding him tight as you sobbed into his shoulder. Clutching onto his jacket as you shuddered.

“You’re here…oh my god you’re here.” You whispered as you held onto him, earning a light kiss to the crown of your head as you hummed.

“Of course honey, can’t ever get rid of me…” his grasp on you became a bit tighter as you grunted. His nails digging into the flesh of your arms as you frowned.

“Eddie honey…Eddie you’re hurting me. Eddie you’re-“ you looked up at him quietly.

His eyes were inhumanly wide, a sick grin on his face as his nails dug in deeper and deeper. Beginning to pierce the flesh as you felt warm blood running down your forearms, dripping down your elbows.

His smile had never been so scary, but right now it made your blood run cold. His tongue rolling over the canines. Eerily sharp as you whimpered loudly in pain.

“You fucking let him go in there, head first. Entering that place with reckless abandon. You knew he could die. You knew he’d try to play hero-“ Eddie’s voice warped and wavered. Pushing you backwards into the large glass display that held specialty items. Your spine knocking into one of the shelves and causing a groan to be drawn from you.

“You’re reckless and selfish. You let people in, you get them involved, and they die. You’re weak and you’re selfish and you know the results but you still fucking do it-“ his voice was completely unrecognizable, his words like acid as you shook your head.

“You’re just like your parents. Dragging everyone into hell then turning tail when the blaze gets too hot to handle. You’re a coward.” He hissed, roughly gripping your jaw and forcing your head into an uncomfortable angle.

“Eddie please fuck- Eddie no-“ you bucked your elbow up into his jaw, causing him to step back a bit. Taking the opportunity to run as you dove under his arm and sprinted.

“Don’t run from me sweetheart…” he called as he regained his composure. Two fleshy and velvety grey wings pressing out from his back. Ripping through the flesh and springing free. Moving into a bent knee position. His mouth becoming a beastly maw, stretching from ear to ear and lined with vicious, carnivorous teeth.

You didn’t take much time to admire, choosing to run while you had the chance. Breaking down the street as you passed the cheerleader again, her own jaw hanging limp, sockets of nothing but inky terror where eyes should be. Chrissy Cunningham.

Pushing past that realization, you dove down an alleyway, freezing at the sight of headlights. The Camaro growling viciously at you as the driver laughed. Revving his engine, William Hargrove in the drivers seat. A gaping and fleshy wound in his chest, spilling ooze out onto his lap as you froze.

Taking slow steps back, the car crept forward, tears flowing freely at this point as you shuddered harshly. Trying not to sob uncontrollably. Praying for some sort of resolve before bumping into a solid mass behind you.

A cold hand lifted your jaw once more, a solemn ‘please’ escaping you before layers of teeth dug into the flesh of your neck, pulling back as you shrieked in pain, the would warping around you as you let your knees fail you. Unable to fight the descent.

Waking up, a scream ripped through you as you bolted into a sitting up position. Tears rolling as you struggled to breathe. Clutching your neck where you’d been bit. Unable to calm your breathing for a bit as you ran your hands over your body. The sun still shining through as you grounded yourself. Realizing you were just back in the cabin, sleep no longer pulling at your sore bones.

That wasn’t Eddie, but whatever it was? Had Eddie’s body. A much more difficult situation now at hand.

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@munson-blurbs

[cleromancy]

one thing i love about ALPoD is like. the whole flashback Janet & jack are like talking about tim and not to him:

(under a cut ooga booga)

you can't always judge how old a character is supposed to be by how they're drawn (and this is dick and tim we're talking about, they don't age at the same rate), but considering that tim does remember this there's no way tims intended to be too young to communicate with... and his parents are not shown to do that. at all. even as janet actively is talking about how shed worried about tim, it doesn't occur to either her or jack to ask tim if hes enjoying the circus, or if he'd like to say hi to or take a picture with the performers.

which wouldn't be striking on its own, even when directly followed by dick as the first person to talk directly to tim in this flashback:

the contrast was i think what made me notice it, and especially since its followed by theeeee following:

and y'know to move the plot along dick has to urge him to keep going, tell the whole story. and i mean. its also *preceded* by tim doing something he used to do kind of a lot, which was if he had to talk to someone older about a concern or his feelings or stuff along those lines he'd say something about not wanting to bug them not wanting to cause trouble maybe its nothing... that sort of statement yk. anyway when tim picks up his story thread its with this:

and i think its interesting that we see jack and janet discussing whether tim is old enough to go to the circus without getting scared (and i do think its interesting the comment jack made up there abt boys vs girls like. this is absolutely a man who had some shit to say about how no son of his is gonna be a sissy... be careful what you wish for man, your sons gonna grow up to roam the streets brawling with people twice his size.) (And hes going to be a sissy while he does it.) (in a grand robin tradition.) (im_just_a_sissy_jasonrobin.jpg)

where was i going with....

OH RIGHT LOL i just think its neat that we had them talking about tims emotional wellbeing re whether hes old enough for the circus without ever actually talking to tim about it AND THEN WHEN TIM WITNESSES A LEGITIMATELY TRAUMATIZING EVENT... like. nothing, lmao. like the contrast there!!

(SIDE NOTE: timothy if your parents "made a copy" to send to dick why did you STEAL HIS COPY. OF A PICTURE YOU ALLEGEDLY OWN. I DO NOT BELIEVE YOU. WHY ARE YOU LYING. like there are a lot of possibilities but theyre all conjecture and FRANKLY im already teetering on ridiculous in how deeply im reading into a very short piece of this story lol)

and tim is like. bitter about his parents already as of his intro storyline. hes not like overtly complaining about them or anything but the disparaging comment about how they're always travelling and normally stick him in boarding schools... also like. to be honest i don't think his parents were like "yeah its totally fine for our 13 year old to spend the vacation week by himself," i think tim simply did not tell them when spring break was this year, whoops :) must have slipped his mind. its entirely possible its slipped his mind multiple years in a row

and you know what ELSE i like

the babys first instinct in that situation. was to try and *save dick from batman.* much to FUCKING think about

............ok thats kind of offtopic from my original point which was. I Think Tim Was Mostly Nonverbal Until He Was Like Six. Thanks For Listening :)

[theatreakasuna]

Symbolism.

ANON :   “ Why  does  Sasori  use  Hiruko  all  the  time  when  hes  so  ugly ”

That's  actually  a  pretty  good  question  anon !  So my thoughts are like  yeah,  Sasori  is  outwardly  beautiful  and  eternally  so  which  I  do  think  there  is  some  kind  of  element  of  vanity  in   but  I  guess  maybe  the  best  way  to  explain  it  is  overall,  Sasori  is  really  the  trope  of  distorted  innocence  which  is  a  heavy  theme  surrounding  objects  like  dolls  in  horror  genres  bc  we  relate  dolls  so  heavily  to  children.  Children  love  dolls  and  they're  often  human  or  animal  shaped  objects  that  a  child  can  control  /  relate  to  since  they're  usually  made  to  be  representative  of  or  desirable  or  just  comforting  to  the  child  in  some  way:  think  baby  dolls,  barbie  dolls,  rag  dolls  etc. 

Sasori  is  quite  literally  the  Naruto  worlds  ultimate  answer  to  the  Doll  Episode  trope  which  is  very  common  and  effective  in  the  horror  and  fantasy  genre. 

The  dolls  are  being  made  to  replicate/replace  a  lost  loved  one,  such  as  a  child,  a  spouse  or  a  sibling. The  dolls  are  made  from  human  components,  dead  or  otherwise.  The  dollmaker  is  obsessed  with  dolls  for  some  reason,  and  has  taken  to  preferring  them  over  humans.  Maybe  even  wishing  humans were  more  like  dolls. The  dolls  are  possessed  by  an  evil  spirit, are  Ridiculously  Human  Robots,  or  have  otherwise  become  animated/alive  and  actively malevolent.

The  dollmaker  or  collector  will  usually  be  a  madman  or  woman  who  has  taken  a  shine  to  the  protagonists  either  as  "something"  to  add  to  their   collection,  potential  parts  for  their  latest  creation,  or  threats  to  themselves  and  their  beloved  collection,  making  them  try  to  capture  or  kill  them.

Sasori  is  literally  every  one  of  these  elements  combined  and  further  he  comes  from  the  perspective  of  not  just  a  disturbed  adult  but  most  strongly  from  the  psyche  of  an  extremely  damaged  child  which  is  emphasized  by  the  fact  we  do  not  see  Sasori’s  “ true  self ”  as  a  grown  man.  Hes  forever  in  the  body  of  a  young  boy.  Trauma  in  children  manifests  itself  in  various  different  ways  just  like  trauma  in  adults  but  sometimes  traumatized  children  become  very  reliant  on  objects  or  tv  shows,  characters,  etc  for  comfort  and  emotional  support. 

Things  that  aren't  people,  usually  bc  they've  found  people  to  be  unreliable  or  a  source  of  abuse/pain  and  thus  they  escape  into  or  hide  behind  these  ‘comfort  objects’.  Though  the  behavior  is  normal  for  very  young  children,  children  who  never  stop  this  kind  of  behavior  and  keep  it  going  well  beyond  the  age  deemed  appropriate  to  like  certain  things /  carry  around  stuffed  toys  ETC  are  doing  it  usually  because  of  trauma.   Sometimes  this  is  fine  and  not  a  problem  for  the  person  at  all  but  sometimes  is  deeply  unhealthy  and  does  pose  a  problem  for  the  effected  person. 

PS  don’t  take  anything  I  say  as  gospel  either !  Im  not  a  professional  or  anything. 

However,  in  my  eyes  Sasori  is  a  deeply  traumatised  child.  Puppets  were  an  escape  and  a  happy  place  for  him.  Somewhere  he  felt  comfort.  He  tried  to  replace  his  parents  with  puppets  to  fill  the  void  they  left  him  with,  he  tried  to  make  them  love  him  like  the  real  ones  did.  He  took  them  to  bed  with  him,  gave  them  his  pillows  to  sleep  on.  He  spent  a  lot  of  time  learning  to  make  their  movements  lifelike  so  they  could  hug  and  comfort  him  the  way  his  real  parents  did,  it  wasn't  exactly  the  same  but  it  was  something  he  held  on  to  to  cope  with  their  sudden  departure. 

This  is  all  canon.  In  at  least  in  my  headcanon  Sasori  believed  his  mother  and  father  puppets  did  ‘care  for  him’.  He  had  this  idea  that  there  was  a  part  of  them  in  the  puppets  he  made  and   whether  that  was  true  or  not  this  idea  was  heavily  reinforced  when  Sasori  was  pushed  to  become  a  shinobi,  which  he  didn’t  exactly  have  any  objections  to  given  he  was  only  6  and  his  mother,  father  and  grandmother  were  all  shinobi  so  it  felt  normal  and  good  to  be  one  himself. However,  this  is  a  massive  fault  of  the  Naruto  world,  child  soldiers  are  not  healthy  or  normal  or  good.  Sasoris  puppet  parents,  again  in  my  HC,  became  his  weapons.  It  gave  them  the  illusion  of  protecting  him  because they  literally  were  even  if  Sasori  was  the  one  controlling  them. 

Sasori  may  of  “outgrown”  these  puppets  but  he  never  outgrew  the  attachment  he  had  to  puppets,  rather  this  attachment  gradually  evolved  when  puppets  became  extremely  idealised  n  intertwined  with  human  life.  The  foundation  for  it  was  always  there  with  how  Sasori  treated  his  parent  puppets  as  “alive”  in  ways  but  the  real  problem  came  when  Sasori  started  to  relate  living  people  /  shinobi  to  puppets.  He  began  trying  to  essentially  make  them  one  because  he  believed  this  was  ideal  not  just  because  of  his  own  personal  trauma  but  because  being  a  shinobi  essentially  meant  being  a  weapon  /  object   which  human  beings  were  ill  suited  while  puppets  were  perfect. 

Sasori  was  replacing  the  weak  /  unreliable  /  temporary  /  breakable  with  something  strong  /  reliable  /  permanent  /  indestructible.  Sasori  was  deeply  effected  by  how  much  death  and  dismemberment  he  witnessed  in  the  people  around  him,  he  sought  to  eliminate  this  issue.  Puppets  were  his  answer  to  everything.  As  this  progressed  he  started  disliking  humanity  entirely  and  clinging  to  his  puppets  as  a  source  of  shelter  /  refuge  from  humanity  who  swiftly  began  to  judge  him  despite  being  the  ones  who  set  him  on  his  path.  In  fact,  in  ways  Sasori  was  basically  ASKED  to  do  what  he  did  and  when  he  did  it  suddenly  everyone  was  against  it.  Its  something  Sasori  couldn’t  understand  or  handle. so  Sasori  went  from  wanting  to  breath  life  into  puppets  to  simply  wanting  to  make  humans  into  puppets  out  a  the  deep  dislike/distrust/betrayal  he  felt.  

Komushi  was  Sasori’s  first  ‘ human  puppet ’   but  Sasori  didn’t  view  Komushi  as  his  own.  He  technically  made  Kumoshi  for  his  mother.  Needless  to  say  despite  the  request  its  not  what  Kumoshi’s  mother  wanted.

There  was  a  lot  of  pressure  on  Sasori  to  “preform”  to  help  his  village.  To  protect  its  people.  Sasori  outlived  pretty  much  all  shinobi  tasked  with  the  same  job  to  the  point  where  he  started  to  believe  in  some  way  in  the  back  of  his  mind  that  he  alone  was  capable.  He  began  to  think  if  he  just  turned  people  into  human  puppets  they  couldn’t  be  beaten  or  destroyed  because  he  wouldn’t  allow  such  a  thing. 

Hiruko  was  Sasori’s  first  real  creation  for  himself.  No  one  asked  him  to  build  Hiruko,  he  didn’t  build  him  to  comfort  anyone  else. Hes  kind  of  the  first  human  puppet  Sasori  made  when  he  began  to  do  things  for  himself  and  not  to  help  his  village. In  a  way,  Hiruko  is  linked  to  Sasori’s  freedom,  to  Sasori  choosing  his  art  and  “happiness”  over  his  village’s  desire  for  him  to  be  a  slave  that  follows  orders  and  destroys  himself  for  their  betterment.  He  was  done  with  that. 

Essentially,   despite  Hiruko’s  “ugliness”  hes  Sasori’s  favourite  toy  and Sasori  very  much  treats  him  the  way  a  child  treats  a  favourite  toy.  He  goes  everywhere  with  Sasori,  Sasori  relies  on  him  out  of  comfort.  Theres  also  the  secondary  element  of  convenience  since  he  does  mask  Sasori’s  true  appearance  giving  him  a  disguise  and  hes  literally  a  suit  of  armour  as  well.  Sasori’s  aware  Hiruko  is  ugly  but  hes  fond  of  him  the  way  a  child  might  love  a  teddy  bear  even  if  it  the  bear  appears  to  others  as  gross  and  ratty  and  old  and  they  could  probably  have  a  newer,  prettier  bear  its  not  the  looks  that  are  important.  Its  The  sentimental  value  and  thus  the  comfort  it  provides. 

I  also  personally  view  Hiruko  as  another  symbol  of  that  distorted  innocence  Sasori  represents  as  I  mentioned  earlier.  Sasori’s  appearance  is  that  of  a  young,  beautiful,  innocent  serene  looking  youth  which  we  know  as  his  true  form  but  rather,  I  see  Hiruko  as  just  as  just  as  representative  of  the  true  Sasori,  something  more  symbolic  of  Sasori’s  soul.  Something  frightening,  old,  ugly  and  twisted  and violent.  They're  both  sides  of  the  same  coin.  I  think  In  some  way,  perhaps  subconsciously  Sasori  relates  to  Hiruko  this  way  as  well.  

LASTLY,  before  I  ramble  more bc omg I've never shut up a day in my life,  Sasori  and  Hiruko  are  both  representative  literally   of  the  scorpion.  Sasori  more  spiritually  and  Hiruko  more  psychically.  Scorpions  are  an  armored,  intimating  animal  with  a  venomous  sting  from  their  defensive  and offensive  tails.  Scorpions  are  symbolic  with  healing,  death,  rebirth,  passion,  revenge,  mystery. 

Scorpions  were  thought  to  have  the  ability  to  heal  just  as  easily  as  kill.  Scorpions  are  both  seen  as  evil  and  demonic  as  well  as  pure  and  angelic. They’re  typically  feared  and  also  highly  sacred.  Theyre  a  symbol  of  deep  emotion  yet  being  an  arachnid  they’re  also  thought  of  as  insectiod  which  simultaneously  gives  them  the  impression  of  being  simply  unfeeling  and  machine-like.

The  scorpion  represents  a  shy,  gentle  creature  that  prefers  to  keep  to  itself  yet  when  needed  its  perfectly  bold,  magnetic  and  vicious.  I  think  its  really  interesting  to  note  how  closely  fitting  Sasori  is  to  the  symbolism  of  scorpions  if  you  look  at  them  in  various  cultures  and  mythology  and  I've  tied  him  very  heavily  to  these  concepts  because  I'm  insane  like  that. 

[derireo-galge]

Beyond Expectations, part 4

~ main post ~

Jimin knocked on the doorframe and heard quiet chuckling.

- It's the kitchen, you know that, right? You don't have to knock before entering. - Yes, I guess, - Jimin shuffled on his feet before coming closer to Yoongi who was leaning with his hip to the counter, slowly stirring his tea with a spoon. - I brought something.

- Mm? - the beta hummed curiously. - Where did you hurt yourself?

The elder casually lifted his sweater a bit, revealing a strip of the skin of his tummy, clearly visible with how low his joggers were hanging on his hips. There was a welt on his side, already turning bright pink, from where Yoongi scratched himself while walking through the hallway to the kitchen. The alpha kneeled in front of him, face moving closer to inspect it like it wasn't something minor. Yoongi let him disinfect it and blow on it like he was a kid. Jimin gently applied skin healing cream and put everything back in the box he brought with him. The elder gathered the hem of his sweater, pressing it to his abdomen and keeping it lifted while waiting for the solution to absorb.

- Thank you, Jimin-ah, - he said with a smile on his face. The young alpha was so cute in his behavior, the pregnancy scent must be really getting to him. But he didn't mind one bit.

- I'm happy to help hyung, - Jimin declared cutely, clasping his hands behind his back and looking down at the elder's soft tummy. His eyes seemed to be glued to it, probably imagining how it would swell and grow in size. Yoongi felt hot in the face with how much curiosity and joy was in the younger's gaze. He cleared his throat and turned to his abandoned tea, hand still keeping the sweater up. Jimin straightened and excused himself, claiming he had things to do.

Yoongi realized he was smiling widely only when he took the first sip out of his warm mug.

When Yoongi emerged from his room, having unpacked half of his belongings, he saw Hobi and Jimin arguing in hushed whispers, their clothes covered in some sort of dust and sitting almost under the table. They had files in their hands and were pointing them at each other threateningly.

- Everything alright, boys? - Yoongi asked, amused. He thoroughly enjoyed the look on both alpha's and beta's faces that he used to see in some of his students he tutored, like they've been caught sneaking into the kitchen to search for sweets. He had to give them credit though because in a span of two days all the corners on every piece of furniture were filed blunt, making moving in an infamiliar place far less traumatic. Yoongi kept stroking the filed corners with a newfound fondness for the young alpha. It was a minor detail, and while to some it would be completely unnecessary, to him it was significant. It made the beta feel truly welcomed into his new home.

{♡}

A little further in the first trimester Yoongi started experiencing cramps.

When it happened for the first time, despite all the information he'd read before and knowing it's a normal occurrence, he got covered in cold sweat. He stood in the kitchen after being on the phone with his doctor, breathing deeply, trying to make his brain see reason - that he's fine, the baby is fine, they're just making room for themselves inside his body. Yoongi leaned on the counter with his hands and had his eyes closed when he almost jumped at the sudden touch on his shoulder.

- Hyung? What's happening? The elder recognized Jimin's worried voice. He shook his head, not trusting himself to speak, afraid if he opens his mouth, only whimpering would come out. The younger emitted calming pheromones, probably sensing his distress. He noticed the elder holding onto his stomach and asked:

- May I?

Yoongi nodded with his eyes still half closed. Jimin's palms went to touch the little round tummy, covered with a thin sweater and rubbed it slowly. He didn't put too much pressure but kept on moving his hand in circles, producing soothing pheromones. They stood like this for a while until the beta felt the cramping easing and he thanked the kind alpha for help. Jimin has spent the rest of his day deep in thoughts and researching on his phone.

Yoongi was reading a book while stirring a stew. It was his turn to make dinner and not to brag, but he was cooking better out of all of them. Luckily the smell of food wasn't off putting for him like it is for some during pregnancy and he kept tasting it with a smile on his face.

Until Jimin suddenly came in and dropped on his knees in front of him. It was so unexpected, he dropped the book he was holding.

- What, what, what's going on? - his words were rushed and stuttering.

- Hyung, I found out how to help with your cramping. Can I try? He looked so adorable with his big eyes and happy face the elder had no chances. He breathed out a heavy sigh and nodded. Jimin lifted the sweatshirt he had on, revealing a slight swell of the baby bump and got his face close to the warm skin, rubbing on it and nosing at its softness. The beta gasped, watching how the young alpha scented his stomach and soon felt the tension seeping away from it. He didn't think of alpha scenting a pup belly option as a solution because he didn't have a partner. The thought just got lost in those many things he had on his mind lately. But now remembered how some doctors recommend future parents who don't have an alpha partner or none at all have a friend who can help them through if they were an alpha. Simple biology. They now have these fancy pheromone creams who can replace that but it was for the rich and Yoongi tried to stay away from anything like that. But being unsociable for such a long time he didn't think of such simple well known option. Because, simply, it was the first idea that can pop in anyone's mind. Anyone who has normal life and normal friends. Something that the beta obtained only recently. It kind of made him sad but he reminded himself to focus on things that matter. And right now it was this unbelievable boy helping out a friend who they weren't as close with. Yet.

~ part 5 ~

[sylleblosscm]

You know, there are a lot of aspects of Luna that feel really strange to write, because they're key points about her character, but not really the point, if you get me. Obviously she occupies that "tragic woman, too pure to live" trope but I'd argue that it's mostly superficial because, at her best, Luna functions not in opposition to that trope, but rather in spite of it.

The hardest thing about writing Luna is walking that line of exploring the breadth of her experiences and personality without falling into the trap of fetishising her inexperience. Not just in a sexual or romantic sense, but in other ways too. In Dawn, Luna actually has a hard time befriending Sol - and you would think making friends is easy for her because she's such a compassionate and welcoming person, but the truth is she's spent so long in this perfect Oracle persona that she has no people skills outside of that. That, in turn, is the result of a traumatic upbringing and years of brainwashing that is difficult and painful to untangle. Again, the pure virgin-ness of her is a point, but it's not the point. There's a greater cause to it, and a much greater narrative.

I was in a similar position with my last, really big years-long muse. My Baby Boy Baby, if you will. He was presented as this antagonistic presence in his source material, and did a lot of really outlandish things. He was iconic enough to be reduced to a sum of a few memorable quotes and memeable actions, which ultimately obfuscated the semi-consistent, deeply rooted personal philosophies that underlied everything he said and did which in turn, like Luna, came from an incredibly tragic series of events. I'm not saying tragedy is necessary to make a good character, or that it should be the source of everything they do, just that it's a real waste to reduce a character to a small facet of the whole when the whole is so enormous.

In Luna's case, I mostly blame Square. They just don't care what she thinks or how she feels. If you want the good stuff you really have to go out of your way, so it makes sense most casual players will never see the full potential of her as a character. Even liking her as much as I do now was an entire journey, and not one everyone should feel obligated to go on. Sometimes I see common assumptions about her like "she knew what was going to happen to Noctis and was therefore Bad, Actually" or "she just sits around all day drinking tea and braiding her hair and her only character trait is being nice which makes her Bad, Actually" or "she was a simpering mary sue who couldn't hold her own in a fight which makes her Bad, Actually" and I can't even be mad because it's hard to construct a complete person from what we see in-game. But I also think there's an inherent knee-jerk reaction to the Pure Good GirlTM to assume she must be inherently vapid and empty because media is very good at pigeon-holing women, and we are all very jaded by it. (There's also something to say about the role of a woman whose strengths are defined through mostly traditional feminine qualities and how we respond to that and why, which....it's a whole can of worms in and of itself; but I don't need to tell anyone here that both "woman are forced into showing those qualities and that's bad" and "some women naturally embody those qualities and that's fine" are two things that can coexist.)

That sort of brings me to the topic of characters who are fundamentally "nice". Nice is typically the compliment you give when you don't know what else to say about someone because it's a nothing word, and being designated the "nice character" is never a good thing. It just means there's nothing else anyone can say about them. It's hard to imagine, but in the beginning of B.uffy, Tara wasn't a well-liked character. (And, if you've been keeping up, it should come as no surprise that she's my favourite). The Gay Stuff aside, she was perceived as boring when paired alongside the rest of the women on the show. She couldn't fight, she didn't use her magic to fight very often, she just wasn't the type to be on the front lines. And for a show that was deemed progressive for the time (despite certain...creatives' involvement) on the merit of its women being able to fight for themselves better than the menfolk, she seemed to derail the message of the show. But I'd argue that characters like Tara, Luna, and a dozen others I can think of who are branded as "too nice" for their roles have another kind of strength. Tara's compassion and kindness wasn't a passive quality, but rather an active trait. She often went out of her way to be considerate and empathetic of others. Even as she came into her own and learned to set boundaries and stand up for herself, retained that compassion all the way until her final moments. As a result, she became the heart of the team. In a lot of ways, she held the team together all through season six, and when she died, everything immediately fell to shit. A bit like Luna if you think about it. She didn't even interact with most of the cast on-screen, yet her death - albeit through Noctis - destabilised the core characters and set the stage for some of the darkest moments in the game.

Of course, I really wish these characters would be centred more. They hold a special place in my heart, and they don't deserve to be killed off all the time to make way for other peoples' character development. I'd argue that, when they're put in the protagonist role with that active compassion as their driving force is when we get some of the most beautiful and poignant storytelling I've ever experienced - certain episodes of D.octor Who, G.host of T.sushima, Noct himself to a degree and the like. And no, it does not escape my notice that these and every other example I can think of off the top of my head are all men.

Anyway, I don't really have any special grand point. I'm just talking here, I think it's important not just to examine how we feel about characters that other people write, but how we feel about the ones we do write and why. And I really enjoy writing Luna. Aside from the fact that all my partners are top-tier and that makes having fun way easier, she's complicated, and motivated, and brave, and she has a rich inner world that I really enjoy engaging in, and at the end of the day she genuinely just wants to make a positive impact on others.

[kojinnie]

Why you should NOT date AOT boys...

Headcanon on what kind of headache you're bound for when dating the AOT boys, and why I advise you NOT to date them! Enjoy, loves!

levi - eren - armin - reiner

part two here | erwin - zeke - jean - connie

— LEVI

He's an incredible man with a lot of talents and he'd be doing real good at his job, that dating him would give you a huge sense of pride. However, this man suffers from being emotionally constipated. He'd always keep you in the fine line of "are we or are we not?", even though you’ve been seeing each other for a long time. He’d never say “I love you” or any type of flashy display of affection. His love language is acts of service and quality time, so if you’re the type to wanting outward reassurance of how someone feels about you, Levi’s not gonna be the person to give you that. 

This problem stems from his deep, unresolved insecurity about the nature of relationship. It’s not just the “Am I good enough?”, he genuinely thinks that he is not a good person, and thus the inherent belief that everybody will abandon him in the end  — something he picks up from his traumatic childhood. He’s wary about establishing relationship because he’s afraid to succumb into his own feelings and vulnerability. He fears at certain point he has to feel and suffer the emotional consequence of being left by someone he cares for. He dreads the idea of getting caught off-guard with being fragile.

You gotta be extremely patient and understanding when it comes to Levi, the reassurance needs to come from you, and frequently too. Bluntly saying, “I’ll stick around” or “I’ll accept your shortcoming” is really soothing for Levi, because although he never shows it, he really thinks he does not deserve you.

— EREN

If you wanna be frustrated in a relationship where you constantly feel like you’re in an endless coaster, then dating Eren gotta be your poison. Sure the honeymoon phase was intoxicating, sure he makes you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. The morning text, the playful neck peck out in the public, the butterflies you feel in your tummy when you catch him staring at you even from afar with those oh so enthralling green eyes. But once the honeymoon phase over, Eren is quick to get bored. Especially if you’re an unproblematic, matter-of-fact type of person. Eren likes to fight, he gets thrilled by it, and he’s high with the rush of adrenaline. He likes it if you’re jealous, if you sulk, if you argue. He likes you to be ‘childish’ because then he gets to be the adult, the savior, the knight in shining armor. It grinds his gears. If you’re unfazed by his antics, if you’re easy to forgive, if you’re chill, Eren will think that you’re not really into him, and will exit the closest door out before his ego gets bruised even further.

Eren is sort of babied by people around him – his parents, his friends, and constantly being compared to his older brother doesn’t help either. He realizes that he got saved a lot of times by a lot of people. And this creates a deeply rooted insecurity with him that turns into an incessant impostor syndrome. The constant thought of not being good enough and the idea that all the achievement he’s ever got was the result of someone else’s help really crush him. You can shower him with praises and reassurance, but he would completely dismiss it, because he thinks your compliments are not based on objective views and that he does not deserve it. He painfully seeks for approval from any authority figure that (he thinks) does not have any emotional connection with him. And it can be really hurtful when he constantly dismisses your sincere compliments while desperately chasing from others who don’t care about him.

— ARMIN

It’s really hard to hate Armin. He’s a really nice man through and through, but what is his strength can also be his deepest weakness. He’s too nice and unsure about a lot of things. He knows he is knowledgeable, but he often doubts himself for being too ‘text-book smart’. Which is a valid cause, because at times he would get very oblivious to how relationship works, and treat feelings like it’s a quantifiable system. It will literally take years for him to finally get down and say how he feels about you, because all these times he was so busy filling the check-list in his mind to convince himself whether you truly like him or not, even though you couldn’t be any clearer with your intention towards him.

He is perceptive with what you think and how you feel, unfortunately this does not materialize into any action as he doubts his own intuition when it comes to his significant other. He fears that his own sentimentality has affected his intuitive judgment and thus deems it invalid, which is completely untrue because every hunch he has about you has always been accurate! That’s just how much he understands and knows you from years of quietly observing and taking each of your word into account.

He really relies on you sitting him down and telling him in details how you feel and the things you expect from him. He will do it, in a flash with no hesitation, but really, he just needs that verbal affirmation that he is doing the things that you want, and it’s not just based on his assumption. So, if you like sweet surprises, impulsive dates and expect your significant other to read your mind, Armin might not be the person.

— REINER

Oh my, truthfully, he is such a sweetheart, and can be completely smitten for the entirety of his life if he has found that one person. However, it’s a treacherous road for both Reiner and you to get to that stage. Initially, when you start to get closer to him, he may seem rigid and uninterested. The first date you had with him probably went awkward and although you really liked him, you were pretty sure he didn’t like you back, until he texted you the morning after, asking for a second date. That’s basically how being with Reiner is, a series of you being sure that he feels nothing towards you, only for his following action to prove the otherwise. He is really awful in displaying his emotion, he tries to be stoic all the time, and it often frustrates you because you cannot really tell how he feels, and you fear that you might have hurt him without realizing.

He may start to open up, only when you open up first about yourself. He thrives in romance with someone who he thinks shares his inner pain, and that’s very important for him, because he is always in a position where everyone expects him to be strong, and to have a significant other that understands his struggle is all he wants. But this gets hard for you, because sometimes Reiner’s sadness can be quite extreme and you cannot match that. Once Reiner realizes that you’re not on the same boat, he may become withdrawn, as he thinks he’s a burden and inadequate for you, and may end up self-sabotaging the whole relationship he has with you.

Although he does not like to admit it, but Reiner often slips into his sadness too deep, that it almost seems like he victimizes himself with his self-hatred. He will be the one to say stupid shit like, “You deserve someone better.” Or “I cannot make you happy.” When in fact you are perfectly willing to be with him all the way through.

With Reiner, you gotta be the bigger person, with bigger gestures and bigger patience. It’s because Reiner needs an anchor and a figure to lean on. In returns he would be the best lover that you will ever have for he is selfless and will be helplessly devoted to you.

Racking my brain writing for the rest of the boys (Erwin, Jean, Connie, Pocko) because they're the ones we SHOULD date.

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So I explored the daddy Druig tag and I saw that Orla was named after Orla from Derry Girls and I just love that. I think of that scene where they say “orla really thrives in the wild” and she was born and raise in the amazon. Say the whole family decided to go back and the village Druig created has been abandoned and overgrown and Rory’s struggling cause “Rory doesn’t thrive in the wild” 😭🤣♥️

It's so interesting to me how Orlas name came to be! I was forming her character for a request and 'Orla' was a cute name i found online, I could spell it and it just sounded cute. I had planned on changing it actually! And then I watched Derry Girls and I was like OMG HER NAME IS ORLA WTF mind blown. So it stuck, I couldn't change it after associating my baby with her.

I really love Derry Girls I can't wait for the third season to come to Netflix. Orla is my favorite after Clare 🥺 she makes me laugh.

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Hahaha yesss my poor boy would struggle and it would be hilarious

So Orla refuses to go anywhere near the Amazon because of the traumatic events. Druig had a hard time as well because it was a place that he loved deeply and it pained him to see it in that state.

But you are more than happy to take Rory and show him a part of his family history. He's very confident, telling you he'll be just fine.

"I'm used to the outdoors, every where you look there's green hills and nature. It'll be just like Ireland, mom. I'll be fine."

He wasn't fine.

The first big bug he encountered he put up a shield and screamed like a child. Scaring the birds in the trees making him more nervous.

"Can I die from a bug bite?" He whined, slapping the back of his neck.

"You can't die, love."

He uses his shields and Excalibur to cut through overgrown plants

He looked down at the ground a lot so he wouldn't trip

Only to be slapped in the face by tree branches

He panted as you finally reached the village

"Alright," he heaved, plopping onto the ground, "I wasn't built for the Amazon."

Orla 10/10 makes fun of him when they get back to the Domo

(If you want more about you taking Rory to the village and telling him about its history pls let me know👀)

[unovanhunny]

I think you should go into detail about the AU

Well, if the co-creator and father of Yammet is asking~ : 3c

The best simple summary I can think of is "What's better than one Yandere with Trauma? Two Yanderes with Trauma! Who desperately love each other and help each other recover from their traumas." Welcome to the Yan4Yan AU~

This is so long help, take a read more

The two main players here are my precious son who I love, YanEmmet, and Tomb's poor baby boy FtW Bad End Ingo, redubbed YanIngo for AU purposes. They've had whole existences before they meet so I'll get into those a bit before we get to the main part of the AU.

YanEmmet loved his brother and confessed to him as much. He said he would be patient and wait for his answer. Unfortunately that answer didn't come, as Ingo was soon eeby deebied back to Hisui with no memories and leaving a very distraught Emmet behind. In the back of his mind, Emmet had convinced himself that Ingo would have accepted him had he not been taken away. Of course that's not the only reason he worked tirelessly to try and get him back. He still loved his brother dearly as a brother and he just had to figure out how to get him home. With the help of a befriended Blacephalon, Emmet does manage to reconnect with Ingo! He's so happy to have his brother back! And Ingo remembers him and remembers their lives and surely he would remember his confession and they could be happy together! And Ingo does remember the confession, but he, guiltily, rejects him. He still cares for him deeply, but not like that and he wouldn't lie to Emmet about it because that wouldn't make him happy. That's... Okay that's not how Emmet imagined it going. But its okay! He still has his brother back and they can at least go back to the lives they had! But. Ingo wants to stay in Hisui. He may remember his life back in Nimbasa, but he feels like what he is doing in Hisui is important, especially if it will impact the future in some way.

Rejected, and worse, abandoned, Emmet makes his way back home to try and figure out what to do next. His whole life the past while had been trying to get Ingo home to go back to how life used to be, and now all of it was for nothing. Yes he has a way to talk with Ingo again, but he wanted him home. And in some way, the idea occured to him that he still was friends with the deranged balloon clown, he could still travel through time and space and dimensions. Surely if he had been abandoned like this, somewhere he would be able to find an Ingo who would want to stay with him! Maybe even love him! He hoped he would love him. Leaving his pokemon behind because he didn't know how long this trip would be or how dangerous, Emmet sets out to go Dimension Hopping, eager now to find an Ingo of his own. Early in his two-year-long travels, he gets into an altercation with an Emmet and accidentally kills him. YanEmmet is traumatized by what he's done, but not as much as when, in his despair, the Ingo kills himself right in front of him. Fully shaken, YanEmmet has decided that he needs to be more careful how he approaches things.

Still, that just went to show how dedicated Ingo could be. In all the worlds he visited, hundreds until he lost count, the Ingos would never leave their Emmet. Even if the Emmets didn't love them the way they wanted. Even if they didn't love their Emmets that way. So why was he the exception? There was nothing to do but keep moving forward, and he would continue to do so until he found an Ingo to love him or die trying. Not very good for his health to keep pushing himself, but it would be Fine.

He finally ends up outside a not-so-abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. He has a bad feeling, but Ingo is nearby, he knows that much. He'll just have to find him.

Now for poor Ingo. Since this is based off Tomb's Forced to Watch AU and it's Bad End, you can get more details there. But the jist of it is early on in their train boy careers, the twins get kidnapped and the leader, Cassian, said they Only Needed One and threatened to kill Emmet. To which Ingo begged and promised to do Anything if his brother was spared. Well, his brother was spared and Ingo went through a lot under Cassian's cruel and obsessive whims. A pet, treated less than human but certainly not poor enough to let him die. Emmet tried to come and rescue Ingo, but in his hesitation to kill, he gets killed and Ingo has to watch him die. That breaks his mind and his spirit more than anything else. He loved his brother, and though it wasn't mutual, the devastation of losing him is too much.

And here's where my boy comes in! Entering the house YanIngo is being held in, YanEmmet finds him and tells him he loves him and asks Ingo to love him too. Ingo until this point has been met with illusions of his brother so intially he didn't respond, but hearing a voice and touching his face and noticing the vague differences from the brother he remembered, he promises to love him, please just get him out of here. He has an ankle cuff that makes it difficult, but once Emmet rips it free from the wall, he takes Ingo back to a hotel to rest while he goes off to end Cassian's life for all that he put Ingo through. YanEmmet is already thoroughly in love with YanIngo, he didn't need much he just needed to be told he was loved. And YanIngo was rescued and now loved by an Emmet, not his own but that doesn't matter. They head back home to YanEmmet's original dimension, YanIngo finding and insisting he gets to bring his brother's yamask with them. YanEmmet agrees and now Yammet gets to stay with his brother but deal with what a gay he is with his lover that is another version of himself.

Back at his home Dimension, YanEmmet tried to figure out how to tell YanIngo he doesnt want him to ever leave the house without possibly triggering something. He loves Ingo dearly, so much, with all his heart, the last thing he would want to do is scare or hurt him! But luckily YanIngo does away with all that concern when he expresses his guilt and regret about not wanting to go outside and just stay at home. YanEmmet is ecstatic! Now he doesn't have to ask it himself and risk scaring Ingo!

But though YanIngo doesn't want to go outside, YanEmmet still needs to go to work as a Subway Boss, the only one since his original Ingo disappeared and decided to not come home. But leaving YanIngo alone at home isn't ideal either. So, he gives him his schedule, tells him he can call or message him at any point and he will answer. YanIngo knows when YanEmmet has lunch and they can talk freely during that time. YanEmmet lets YanIngo know if he'll be home even a minute later than usual. He wants him to feel like he knows what to expect so he has some form of control when he has had nothing of the sort for so long.

Of course, YanIngo isn't in the best state physically after everything he's been through, so YanEmmet adopts an Audino who used to work at a Pokemon Center until she couldn't keep up with the fast paced environment anymore. And now she can spend her time taking care of One Person and making him feel safe and making sure he takes any medication he needs and uses healing moves if he's in pain and helps YanEmmet when he does the physical therapy he learned with YanIngo. Yammet is also there to help Audino with taking care of YanIngo. If he can still help his brother in some way, he is happy to do it.

Also HisuiIngo is aware of the situation. Initially he was disturbed and mortified that Emmet had gone to such length as to steal an Ingo from another dimension. But its not stealing, he willingly came! They love each other they're good for each other! And HisuiIngo can see that Emmet is the happiest he's ever seen him and the other Ingo seems very happy too, so he can't actually oppose it, even if he thinks it's weird.

There are other things going on and it is a very smut filled AU because of Course it is, but these poor boys have been through so much individually and are so good for each other to heal and recover from their pains and trauma. And poor Yammet has to watch.

Side note; Blacephalon stays with them because he's YanEmmet's bestie now, but it has to learn to stop spontaneously exploding its head. Its messy and startles everyone when it happens and might scare outsiders. Also it and the Audino are in love and Yammet has to deal with lovey dovey shit from all sides. Sorry Yammet-

[reidgraygubler]

look at my son (spencer reid/reader)

Title: look at my son 

Request: no

Couple: dad!spencer reid/fem!reader

Category: fluff w/ a side of angst

Content Warning: spencer’s pov, mentions of an absent father, mentions of child birth, crying, anxieties about parenthood, new parents, talks about spencer’s past (prison, addiction, kidnapping), brief mentions about past suicidal thoughts, mentions of drugs (Dilaudid) and needles

Word Count: 3,957

Summary: spencer has a heart to heart with his newborn son while his wife sleeps.

A/N: totally based on dear theodosa from the hamilton soundtrack. I am not afraid to say that. Definitely big feels happening and there’s no regrets. this is possibly my favorite thing i’ve ever written. my best friend said it was soft and adorable, and so sweet she needed a dentist. i love it so much.  thank you all so much for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

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“Go to sleep, please, you need rest,” I whispered as I looked down at my overly-exhausted wife. Although her face was looking up at me, her eyes were somewhere else. They were on a small figure just to the left of me. Her eyes had a certain glossiness over them, and it was most certainly from her exhaustion or the hours of pain she just endured to bring our son into the world. 

“B-but,” she finally looked away from the figure and up at me. “What… What if he wakes up… And, and he needs me.” Her voice was soft and cracked at the end of her words. I smiled softly as I tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

“It’s a good thing I never sleep. Please, you really need the rest. I’ll be here,” I returned the whisper before pressing my lips to her forehead. Her hand gripped mine as I went to move away. I looked down at her, appreciating the way the dim lamp lit up her face. Even though she was extremely tired, she still looked beautiful to me.

“If he wakes up… Or… Or cries… Or moves the wrong way… Please, wake me up," she whispered, her eyes still on me. The grip she held on my hand wasn’t super tight, but it was tight enough for me to keep my hand in hers.

“Please trust me… He’ll be fine and I’ll be fine. If I need help I’ll get a nurse,” I lifted a hand and gently held her face. She slowly blinked and nodded. “Everything will be okay for an hour, okay?” 

“Okay, okay,” she looked between me and the sleeping baby, “An hour is so long,” she whined. I smiled before laughing softly. 

“Get some rest,” I pressed my lips to her forehead, again, before to her lips, “I love you,” I looked down at her with a soft smile.

“But...”

“Go to sleep,” I stared at her. She grumbled a little bit before pulling the blanket further up her body. I finally pulled my hand from hers and went back to the chair. I kept my eyes on her for a few minutes, watching as she tossed and turned before eventually falling asleep. I felt a little bad for forcing her to go to sleep, mostly because I knew she wanted to spend every waking moment with our son. But when she was actually awake, she was so exhausted that it looked like she’d pass out at any moment.

When I was sure she was asleep for a little while, I flipped my book open and began to read. Of course, my attention only lasted for so long when a soft sound came from the bassinet beside me. I pulled my eyes off the book and looked towards my son. He was wiggling slightly in his spot, but just a little bit. If you were just looking in the room, and not right at him, you wouldn’t have noticed him moving. But my attention was solely on him, so I could see his movements.

I looked over at my sleeping wife, noting that she was stirring slightly. My eyes stayed on her for a moment, waiting till she got comfortable again before I stood from the chair and walked over to the bassinet. 

“Hey there,” I looked down at the wiggling form. I know he wasn’t looking at me, but my heart grew as he moved his head to face me. “Your mom is asleep right now. So, you’ve got me. Your dad,” I whispered as I carefully rested my hand on his body. He was so small, my hand was almost the size of him. “I’m your dad.” 

I stayed silent as I stared at him. I didn’t want to pick him up, in case he went back to sleep. Of course, luck would not be on my side. Because the second I pulled my hand from his body, he started screaming and crying. 

“Oh, please, please don’t,” I cringed as I quickly looked over my shoulder at my wife. She had begun stirring again, slowly waking up. “I got it, it’s okay,” I spoke loud enough for her to hear. I turned and looked back at the screaming boy. 

“Shhh, it’s okay,” I whispered as I picked him up, holding him close to my chest with both my hands. The second he was close to me, he calmed down. A small sigh of relief came from me as I turned to sit back down.

My wife was still, her eyes on me with a small smile on her lips. “Go back to sleep, I got it,” I looked back at her as I adjusted my hold on the baby. 

“He’s so little in your arms though…” she whispered as she kept her eyes on me. I looked up from our baby and at her. “Just a widdle man,” she closed her eyes before sighing deeply. 

“Yeah, he is, isn’t he?” I asked, bringing my hand to his face. My fingers gently brushed across his cheeks before down the bridge of his nose. 

I was happy I didn’t get an answer from my wife. I was even happier when I looked up at her and she was asleep. Actually asleep too. I could only hope it was a restful sleep this time. 

My attention was drawn back down to my son when he started crying a little bit. I was instantly looking at his face. The longer I stared at him, the more my heart swelled or fluttered or whatever it was it was doing. I knew a lot of things. But, I didn’t know the feeling I was having for my son, my own child. Of course, I felt this feeling before with my wife. But this was somehow different.

“So, anyway, I’m your dad… That’s so weird to say… that I’m someone’s dad now,” I whispered as I brought my hand to hold the back of his head. “I never thought I’d ever say that, but we’ll keep that between you and me, okay?” I smiled softly. My body carefully swayed back and forth to try to keep him quiet. 

I stayed quiet as I stared at him. I wasn’t scared that I’d wake him up. No, I was just scared I’d say the wrong thing. But can you really say the wrong thing to a baby who was 12 hours old? I wasn’t entirely sure, but it was one of my fears.

“You know, growing up I didn’t exactly have a dad. He left me when I was just 10,” my voice was hardly a whisper as I stared at him. I could feel tears begin to well in the corner of my eyes. There was nothing I could do to stop them either. I just had to let them roll down my cheeks.

“I just had my mom. And, well, my mom just had me." I brought my hand back to rest on his body. The way he breathed seemingly calmed me down. But I think it was the fact that he was okay that was calming me. He’s been okay since the first day we knew about him. In fact, he was more than okay. He was perfect.

“But I promise,” my voice was shaky as I stared at him, “I’ll be around for you. You’ll have a mom and a dad.” I tried to keep my voice from cracking, but it was hard not to let the emotions show. 

I pressed my head back into the headrest behind me. Just as my eyes closed, he started moving around against my chest. I looked down at him and saw him looking back up at me. 

“Hey there,” I laughed as I looked at his eyes, “You have your mom’s eyes,” I wrinkled my nose as I stared at him. 

I tried to not think about all the monsters in the world outside of our hospital room. All the horrors and terrors his mom and I have gone through to get to this very moment. I’d do whatever it takes just to make sure he’s safe and sound. The thoughts of the monsters made me scared. Is this what parenthood would be? Being scared every waking moment, while simultaneously being in love, and embracing the ups and downs of everything? 

Was I prepared for this? Was I prepared at all to be a father? I mean, I didn’t have a father figure till I was 22, but even he left me. I tried to not think about it, but it was becoming increasingly harder the more I sat in silence.

With a deep sigh, I looked down at him. I was happy he was quiet. He had a long day too. Being born can do a lot to a person, well to more than a person. I think I’m more happy than tired, to be honest. That he’s here, and he’s perfect, and no one would ever be as perfect as he is to me.

I’ve waited for this moment for… I don’t even know. I don’t think there was a starting point, the feeling was just always there. 9 months ago just fueled this feeling. And, now he’s here. It took him a long time today, too. He really wanted his first appearance to be grand. Just like his mother.

“I’m a dad,” I whispered, this time letting my words break. My eyes stayed glued to him. It was impossible to say how much time had passed, but I knew it was a while. And his mom stayed asleep the whole time. Just like how he did. 

If I had known I’d become a dad 15 years ago, when I was kidnapped by Tobias Henkel, when I thought I’d die then… I probably would have been safer and stayed with JJ. I wouldn’t have split up with her. Or, all those times after I was kidnapped, sitting in a bathroom stall with a needle in my arm while Dilaudid ran through my bloodstream, waiting for the high to kick in or take me for good. Or… Or my time in prison, where there were the times I almost got killed… I could go on, really. I have too many near-death experiences to count.

“I can’t wait to tell you all the stories I know, you’ll love them,” I ran my finger back down his nose before resting it gently on his lips, then on his chin. “Russian folk tales… Chaucer, like my mother told me… Stories of cases your mom and I were on,” I smiled as his nose twitched slightly. I sighed deeply before pressing my head against the chair behind me. “Maybe someday I’ll teach you chess.”

Even though all he did was just be born, he still went through some traumatic stuff. All of that can do a lot to a person. And when he was finally here, and in our arms, he cried. He cried to let his long awaited parents know he was finally here. It made my wife cry, and it made me cry. But it was the way he cried that broke my heart. The sharp ear-piercing screams resonated in the room, and I knew for sure I’d never forget it.

My arms stayed still, holding him close to my chest. I couldn’t stop my eyelids from shutting, like miniature garage doors closing. My body was yelling, shouting for sleep. Even though I never slept before this, watching my wife give birth, and all the moments leading up to this moment here, were exhausting. But they’re precious moments. All 3 of us may be exhausted, but it’ll be worth it all. 

Although, it was this moment that I decided every day was going to be for him. He was going to be the reason I’d return home instead of staying at the office late. Before his birth, and even before we found out about him, I never envisioned my life turning domestic. To be honest, even though I longed to be a parent, I never truly envisioned myself adopting a domestic life-style. 

 As long as he stayed still in my arms, he could stay with me while I slept. I think even if he squirmed a little bit in my arms, he couldn’t get very far. His tired little body was wrapped tightly in his blanket. Thankfully he was fast asleep, not a care in the world. He was still entirely too little to have anything to care about, other than eating and sleeping. 

It was early in the morning, or some would say late at night. Our room was dark, the only light coming from the small desk lap on the nightstand beside me. Outside, the sun was just starting to rise, making the sky a dark pale blue. Usually I’d watch the sunrise, but… my son. 

The quietness of our room mixed with the whispers of the nurses out in the halls, and their squeaky shoes, and the whirring of the hospital machinery became my soft lullabies, lulling me to sleep. The three of us slept peacefully, not a bother in the room.

But what it was that actually got me to sleep was the thought of him growing up. I thought I was smart, but the images and thoughts of him older, and even now, made me so… happy that I felt dumb.  

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“When did you say they were coming?” my wife asked, looking between me and the baby. I looked down at my watch, trying to remember when the team would come over to visit. It wasn’t that I forgot when they were coming over… I just had other things on my mind. Like my son and wife for instance.

“I think, any minu-”’-te now.’

“Alright, where’s my precious godson!” a woman exclaimed, cutting me off, as she entered the room. I looked over at the door for a brief moment, watching as 4 people walked into the room. A small smile grew across my lips as I recognized the 4 people as Penelope, Luke, JJ, and Emily. 

“Hey,” my wife looked at everyone with a big smile and exhausted eyes. 

“Good morning, mom and dad,” Penelope looked between us. The smile she wore was bright and cheery, like usual. She carried a balloon, a stuffed animal, and a few large gift bags. 

“It’s so nice seeing you guys,” my wife smiled as she spoke.

“It’s hard to believe that you just had a baby. You look… Amazing,” JJ laughed as she looked at my wife. My wife looked over at JJ with a certain exhaustion in her eyes. 

“I don’t feel like I look amazing,” she laughed lightly. The baby in her arms wiggled slightly, causing everyone to look at him.

“Oh, look at him,” Penelope cooed as she looked between me, my wife, then finally at my son. I smiled as I looked at the small baby in my wife’s arms. “You must be so proud, Spence." “Well, I wouldn’t say proud is the word I’m looking for,” I laughed as I peeled my eyes off my child and looked at Penelope, Luke, JJ, and Emily. Although I was half expecting them to be looking at the sleeping baby, they were looking at me. How did they not want to look at my baby? He’s all I wanted to look at. He had my undivided attention now. 

“It’s so weird that you're a dad now,” JJ laughed as she walked around the other 3 guests and came to stand closer to me. I smiled, watching as she placed a small, pale blue gift bag on the small table. 

“Do you want to hold him?” My wife looked up at JJ with a smile. JJ looked down at the baby before up at my wife. 

“Are-are you sure?” JJ laughed lightly as she looked between my wife and child. I smiled as I looked at JJ. I laughed lightly at her hesitance. To be fair, she just wanted to make extra sure it was okay, since we’re new parents. 

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure,” my wife laughed as she carefully held out her arms. JJ smiled as she carefully picked our baby up from her arms. I smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed, holding my baby close to her body.

“He’s… precious,” JJ whispered as he looked down at him. “He has your nose,” she looked over at my wife, who was lovingly looking at our baby. A small smile grew across her lips as she nodded. 

 “Well, he has his father’s eyes.” My wife looked up at me with a small smile. If we hadn’t already argued over his little facial features, I would’ve argued with her that our son looks the most like her. That was why he was perfect. 

“Has Derek come by yet?” Emily asked as she looked away from the baby and at me.

“He said he’d visit when we got back home,” I nodded as I looked over at her. Emily nodded before returning her gaze back to the baby. Everyone was looking at him, and I didn’t blame them. 

“You guys… You take all the time that you need. Don’t rush back to the office,” Emily nodded. 

“But please come by and visit us all you want,” Penelope spoke as she looked between my small family. I laughed and nodded.

“We’ll definitely come and visit you guys.”

“You all know Spence. Can’t stay away from the office for a long time,” it was my wife’s turn to talk. She looked at me and lifted a hand. I looked back at her, adoring the way she smiled at me. I lifted my hand and placed it in hers. When she finds out that my days of staying late at the office are over, I’m sure she’ll be more than excited.  

“Maybe those days are over,” I shrugged as I looked down at the baby. I smiled softly and felt a sudden wave of calm wash over me. Everyone looked away from the baby and up at me with mild shock on their faces. 

“Really?” My wife asked as she gently pulled on my arm. I looked down at my wife, noting the way she was looking back at me. 

“I’ve been thinking about it. No hard answers,” I spoke as I looked back at Emily.

“Take all the ti-” She was unfortunately cut off by her phone ringing, “time… I’ll be right back,” she nodded before leaving the room. 

“I can’t wait to spoil the little sucker,” Penelope clapped her hands together as she looked between us. I laughed, watching as Luke looked at his partner. 

“Sure, spoil,” he nodded. The moment was ruined by our son unexpectedly screaming. JJ looked over at my wife, an apologetic look on her face.

“It’s okay. You know how newborns are,” my wife laughed as she took the baby from JJ. 

“With that, we should probably go. Little guy’s probably hungry,” JJ nervously chuckled as she stood. I shoved my hands in my pockets and stepped over to the three. 

“Thanks for stopping over. You guys seriously don’t know how much this means to me… To us,” I gestured over to my wife as I spoke.

“Oh, Spence, of course! Wouldn’t miss visiting you guys the first day as parents,” JJ smiled as she hugged me. I hummed as I hugged her. 

I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep, if I had slept at all. I wasn’t even sure if it was a restful sleep either. But what I did know that one second later my body jerked awake when the loud sharp cries of a baby. 

My eyes snapped open and I looked down at the screaming figure. I cringed as I glanced at my wife, who I hoped was sleeping. But she was awake. Her eyes were glued to me and the baby.

“What are you doing awake?” I asked as I looked over at my wife, who was looking at me with wide, dewy eyes. Her exhausted smile told me that she’d been awake for a while. I looked down at the screaming baby in my arms before looking back at her. “Figured that one out myself.” I laughed when I realized the redundancy of my question. I stood up and lightly bounced to try to quiet the baby.

“I can take him.” My wife smiled as she looked up at me and lifted up her hands. Her eyes were glued to the small figure in my hands. I looked down at the baby and nodded.

“Yeah, I knew you were about to say that.” I laughed as I stepped over to her. She finally looked away from the baby and up at me with a smile. “How’d you sleep?” 

“Well, I slept.” She sighed deeply as she held the baby close to her. She looked down at him and smiled. “Hello, little man," she whispered as she brought her finger down his nose. “How did you sleep?” 

“To be honest, I don’t think I did.” I wrinkled my eyebrows as I sat back down. “Just… I’m not sure anymore. I didn’t sleep before he was born… But now I think I’ve lost all chances of sleep with him.” I chucked as I looked over at them. 

“Well… I mean, I’m sure your 12 cups of coffee a day won’t help that situation.” She laughed as she glanced at me. I slouched back in my chair, resting my head on my fist. “Or, well, I take that back. Keep drinking your 12 cups. I don’t want to wake up at 3 in the morning for diaper changes.” She sighed as she looked at the baby.

“Guess I’m going to need all of the time off in the world then,” I spoke through a yawn. My wife smiled at me and nodded. “Surely Emily won’t care if we’re both off for a while. She’s got plenty of help with the team.”

“I think I’ll need the help more than Emily,” my wife chuckled lightly. “You should get some rest, Spencer. You look more exhausted than me.” 

“How do you know what you look like?” I furrowed my eyebrows. She glanced at me before patting the small space beside her. I looked at her hand before yawning again.

“Just a guess. C’mere,” she looked at me as she moved her hand back and forth on the space. With a deep sigh, I stood up and moved so I was sitting beside her on the bed. “There, now you’ll sleep better.” 

“And where’d you get this science from?” I asked as I rested my head on her shoulder. She chuckled lightly and shrugged.

“On the science that I’m your wife and I know you sleep better when you’re beside me instead of a crappy hospital chair.” She looked down at me. I looked back at her before blinking lightly.

“Okay, that’s pretty sound logic.” I nodded as I looked down at the baby, who was back to sleep. It was amazing what a mother’s touch could do.

“See, like father, like son," she whispered as she brought her hand back up to her face. I furrowed my eyebrows before smiling. “Please get some sleep.”

“Beginning to sound like me there.” I lifted my head slightly to look at her. She looked back at me before pressing her lips to mine. 

“Sleep tight.” She ruffled my hair slightly. I smiled before resting me head back on her shoulder. 

I was happy when sleep came to me. It felt more restful than before… Maybe my wife’s scientific logic made sense...

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San let out a small cooing sound as he watched the baby in his arms gobble down the milk in his bottle at an increasingly fast speed. Gently, he pulled the bottle away to give the infant time to swallow what he had without having any sort of accidents occur. The baby, not appreciating having his dinner taken away from him, let out a displeased squeal, fist raising up in the air while his legs began to kick out in frustration. Chuckling softly, San adjusted him so he wouldn't accidentally drop him or the bottle, the latter which would probably conclude in the child throwing a full blown tantrum.

"There there. I know you're a little glutton, but I can't let you drink all the milk in one go. I'm still traumatized from the time it all went to your lungs."

Whimpering softly, the boy's fist relaxed and began to clasp and unclasp itself as it tried to reach for the bottle. With a small pout forming on his face, San gave in and once again placed the rubber sucker near his son's mouth, which immediately opened and began gurgling down the lactose contents in the bottle. Withing seconds, the baby finished his meal. Holding him up, San began to pat him on the back, a satisfied smile on his face when his son emitted the faintest burp out of his throat.

"Ok, you're fed, your diaper was changed 15 minutes ago, am I missing something?"

The baby remained quiet as usual, unable to yet respond to his father's inquiry.

"I'll take that as a no then."

Kissing the top of his head and nuzzling his nose against the baby's, San moved over to where the crib was, ready to put the baby inside it so he could sleep. He carefully layed him down and pulled the blue Eeyore blanket Yeosang had gotten for him. Grabbing one of the tiny stuffed plushies, San tucked it under the baby's arm.

"Now you have a sleeping buddy."

Looking at the plush with a grimace, the baby threw the plush rather hard, hitting San on the side of his face.

"Damn son. A simple I don't like it would have sufficed."

He looked around, searching for something that he would like, but unlike himself who adored any plushie, his son was rather picky about his sleeping companions. As he was bending down to look in the treasure chest containing all his toys, he immediately shot up when he heard the baby let out a tiny shriek, nearly tripping on himself as he went to inspect what was the problem. San blinked slowly as the baby currently had his arms latched around Byeol's neck, rubbing his cheek on the top of her furry head, mouth opening up in a squealing giggle when her ears tickled along his nose. The siamese seemed completely unbothered by this, her eyes closing as her paw rested on the infant's tummy, a soft and low purr barely audible unless one payed close attention. Scratching under her chin, San smiled down at the heart fluttering image.

"Thank you for taking over babygirl."

After she let out a tiny meow, San now made his way out of the nursery to go into the adjoining room next to it, making sure to leave the door cracked open a little in case anything happened. He made so little noise as he entered the bedroom that his wife didn't even notice him as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, her hands poking around her belly area, a dissatisfied look on her face. San breathed out a disheartened sigh through his nose as he knew very well what was probably going through her mind. Slowly he came up behind her, startling her when he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Hey beautiful." He greeted her with a kiss to her temple, a light giggle coming out from him.

Forcing a small smile onto her face, she gently moved his hands away from where they were, looking down embarrassingly.

"Let's go to sleep."

Saying those 4 words, Y/N crossed her arms protectively across her chest. Getting into the bed, she layed on her side, facing away from San yet again as she had been doing the past few days. Laying next to her, he scooted his body closer to hers. When she tried to shrink away from his touch, he merely pulled her against him, fingers brushing some of her fallen hair out of her shoulder. His lips began to pepper tiny butterfly kisses across her bare skin, starting from the top of her shoulder and working his way to her neck. Y/N shifted slightly, all those months of not being touched like that since she got pregnant and after having the baby suddenly made her aware how needy she was, how much she craved for San to touch her, hold her, fill her up once again.

But when he moved his hand back towards her stomach, she felt self conscious and pulled away from him.

"San .....please don't." She pleaded at him, her eyes already brimming with tears.

Shocked by her refusal, San sat up.

"Darling what's wrong? Please tell me." He asked her.

Y/N let out a tiny huff.

"Just forget about it....it's stupid anyways."

Frowning slightly, San reached a hand out to stroke his wife's cheek. His stroke was extremely delicate, as if he was caressing a fragile and valuable vessel that could break at any moment. In a way, that's what Y/N was to him.

"Is it cause you don't love your body? Are you self conscious after having the baby?"

Whipping her head around, she wiped some of the fallen tears off her eyes.

"How did you..?"

"I'm not dumb or oblivious Y/N. I see the way you look at yourself in the mirror sometimes." He answered her.

Feeling even worse, Y/N sank back down on the bed, lip quivering in an attempt to stop herself from crying.

"I'm fat and ugly aren't I?"

Hearing her talk about herself with such disdainful comments broke San's heart. Moving himself so he was hovering above her body, he cupped both of her cheeks and looked her straight in the eye.

"You're not fat and you're certainly not ugly. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life and will ever see. And I'm sorry that I failed in not letting you believe that..."

Stooping his face down, he captured her lips in a yearning kiss that had both of their hearts fluttering like the first time they had ever kissed each other. San did not pull away for a long time and when he did, it was only to peck her lips a couple times as he pressed his forehead against hers.

"So let me do that right now."

As he began to kiss along her jawline, Y/N tilted her head back and ran her fingers through his hair.

"San-Sannie? Could you please turn off the light though?" She hesitantly asked.

Letting out a smug laugh, San pushed himself up so he could pull the blankets off their bodies.

"Sorry darling. Tonight I want to see all of you with no covers and in full light. Let me see your entire beauty."

San's hands worked quickly to remove all the articles of clothing that covered Y/N's body. Once her panties were discarded onto the pile on the floor, he looked back at his wife and took in the sight of her naked. Harshly sucking in a breath, he bit down on his lower lip and released a low moan.

"Fuck it's been way too long. Far too long if you ask me."

Tilting her head to allow him easier access, Y/N was already melting from San's kisses across her neck. His hands were already groping down on her breasts, feeling squishier and more tender due to all the milk they had been producing since pregnancy. As soon as his thumbs began tweaking at her nipples, she arched her back and stifled back a whimper, but San's ears still caught it.

"They're really sensitive aren't they love?" His eyes looked up at her as his tongue teasingly swiped across one of her sensitive buds.

Y/N's head nodded in a needy way. Her hands cupped San's chin to press his face against her chest, her swollen breast nearly smothering him. Letting out a heavy groan, San squished her boobs together, watching them jiggle against each other. He'd release them to watch as they bounced against her body before picking them up again.

"Fucking hell, they got so damn huge." He licked his lips.

Taking hold of his hands, Y/N guided his movements so he could massage them as she wanted him to. As Y/N looked up at her husband, she felt shy about what she was about for ask him to do. Seeing her bite down on her lip, San knew there was something on her mind. Bending over to kiss along the sides of her neck, his warm breath ghosted near her ear.

"Tell me what you want babygirl, I want to fulfill your desires." His voice lowered significantly, making her pool even more in between her thighs.

"Sannie...please suck my tits."

Pulling back, he looked at her with a worried expression, no doubt wondering if it would be ok. Pecking his lips, she began to calm his worries.

"It'll be fine, just please, wanna feel your mouth around them."

Not needing any further coercion, San dipped his face and buried his face in her breasts. First paying attention to one, he began kissing it as the other hands fondled the other one. Slowly he opened his mouth and latched it down onto her nipple, giving it an experimental suckle before going any further. Noticing the way she inhaled deeply and pushed her chest more outwards, he then took more of her of in his mouth. Relaxing his jaw, he continued a pattern of flicking and swiping his tongue around her areolas before gripping in his palms and fingertips as sucking sounds come out of his mouth. Soon enough, he felt a thin, watery liquid start to come out of her. Y/N couldn't help but giggle as her husband moaned out an 'oh my god' before his mouth began pumping more of her breast milk out of her body. His oral ministrations on her nipple became more languidly as he was savoring the sweet fluid that he gulped down his throat. Not just San, Y/N's breathing became more ragged and she felt more aroused than she wanted to admit.

"Sannie, don't forget to pay attention to the other one." She reminded as she petted his hair.

Switching over to the other side, this time the latching of his lips was more sloppy and his suckling more desperate. It seemed he couldn't get enough of her milk. Muffled grunts and moans could be heard whenever he gave a particular long suck at her skin. He never imagined that feeding on Y/N's lactating milk could turn him on so much. Releasing her nipple with a loud popping sound, he panted as some of the white liquid trickled down his chin.

"Now I understand why our son is always hungry."

They both couldn't help but laugh softly at his cute little joke. Even as he began peppering kisses down her sternum to her stomach, he was still a giggling mess. Once he got to her lower abdomen, he took his time to trace each and every stretch mark that adorned it. Although he knew she hated them, he thought they were remarkably beautiful, even more so since he knew how she got them. He made sure to kiss all around that part of her body with tenderness and adoration.

"I don't know why you hide them. They're gorgeous...."

Pausing, he looked back up at her, a light twinkle in his eyes as he smiled fondly to her.

"You're gorgeous. Absolutely stunning."

Blushing intensely, Y/N couldn't help but hide her face with her hands

"Really?" She piped out.

Stooping down once again, San dragged his mouth along her hips bones.

"Yes. Even more so now. I still can't believe that you actually carried our son in here, I'm still amazed you did. And these scars..."

Tracing along the lines, he couldn't keep the stupid grin off his face.

"Are a reminder that you did. And everytime I see them, I'll remember all those months of waiting and taking care of you until you gave me the greatest present you could give me. Thank you love."

Feeling overcome with emotions, Y/N couldn't help but let tears fall down her cheeks at her husband's words. Not yet finished with his praises, San now began kissing up her inner thighs, teeth grazing along the most sensitive parts of her skin.

"You have no idea how crazy I am about you. Even after all this time, I still want you like the first day I saw you. Hell I think I desire you even more now than back then love. I go insane every time I look at you. I can't believe you're all mine."

Pushing her legs up, his hands firmly gripped the back of her thighs as his face began to dive into her glistening cavern.

"All mine."

Y/N couldn't keep her body from jolting up when San's tongue licked up her folds. Every swipe of his tongue along her slit had her toes curling. She couldn't remember the last time he had eaten her out this way. She couldn't help but buck her hips up against his face whenever his mouth opened and closed over her clit, the humming sounds he was making sending waves of shock up her body. San didn't mind at all when her fingers began to harshly tug at his hair, it only made him smile in satisfaction against her mound. By the way her thighs were trying to close around his head, he knew she was definitely enjoying herself. The lewd whimpering she was releasing was further indication that she was about to spill herself onto him at any moment and although San would have loved nothing more than to have her cum all over his face, he really preferred something else right now.

With great effort, he detached his mouth from her core, chuckling in a teasing manner when Y/N's mouth dropped open, looking somewhat pissed by the fact he denied her the much anticipated orgasm she hadn't felt in a long time. Pulling his shirt over his head, San licked his lips and winked at the woman underneath him, whose eyes sprang up when he rid himself of his bottoms and his erect cock sprang free.

"Missed this darling?"

He teased her as he ran the head along her folds, coating it with her slick to act as extra lubrication for them. Propping herself up on her elbows to get a better view of him pushing inside her, both of them spewed out hisses and small mutters when his member was fully sheathed inside her walls.

"Ok hold on....give me a second....fuck! It's been way too long."

Y/N could only let out a groan in agreement to his words. Once they both settled down, San began a rather tame and mellow pace, pulling out completely before stuffing himself back inside her. Her legs were already trembling everytime he pushed back in, his tip rubbing against her g-spot due to the way he angled his hips upwards. His fingers were harshly digging into her thighs, surely about to leave tiny purple marks on the days to come. Y/N's hands reached upwards to grip on San's forearms as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Sannie...please... faster."

Halting his movements briefly, San took hold of her legs and wrapped them around his waist, a sinister smile on his face.

"Don't say you didn't ask for it."

Her breath got caught in her throat when he began slamming his hips against hers, back arching and breasts bouncing with every thrust he was making. San felt like he was in heaven once more, feeling his lover clench around his length as the two became connected as one yet again. He missed the euphoric feeling of both giving and receiving such an overwhelming pleasure. He couldn't contain the heavy panting coming out of his mouth although he tried to keep his voice down so as to not wake up the baby sleeping in the next room. Thumb reaching down, he began to circle it around Y/N's pink nub, making her flinch and tremble at the added sensation.

"San! I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that!" She warned him.

"Oh? Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Make a mess all over me?"

Throwing her head back into the pillow, Y/N shut her eyes tightly, mouth struggling to stifle back whimpered shrieks as San hit harder and deeper in her.

"San- don't t-tease me.." She said through tear stained eyes.

"Trust me I'm not love. Just wanna make you feel good, have you cum all over me and then spill my load into you."

Growling softly, he placed his hand on top of her stomach, gently caressing it with his fingers as he looked down at his partner.

"Gonna cum inside you once more love. Gonna fill this pussy up with my seed and get you knocked up again. Would you like that?"

"Oh my-" Y/N clutched at the sheets underneath her, feeling herself on the brink of toppling over the edge due to his dirty talk.

"Yeah you want that? I'll make sure you're pregnant again. Looking all pretty and cute with a swollen belly once again. Carrying another child of mine. Fuck!"

Unable to hold back anymore, San frantically plunged himself deeper in her walls quickly sending them both over the edge at the same time. Y/N's legs quivered and her body shook uncontrollably as the long forgotten feeling of a high took over her completely. San couldn't help but chant out a series of 'oh my gods' as his hips sputtered and he coated her pussy with his cum that gushed out and filled her to the brim, some of it spurting out as he continued to move inside her, helping them both ride out their orgasms.

Movements getting slower until stopping completely, San leaned down to kiss Y/N once again, fervently and passionately.

"I love you so much." He declared, a wide smile sprawling across his handsome face.

"I know....I love you too San."

San kissed her forehead before rolling over and pulling her on top of him.

"You're absolutely perfect darling. Don't ever forget that." He complimented her.

Although she felt embarrased and shy at his words, she played it off with a light scoff and roll of her eyes.

"Are you just saying that so that I'll agree to another round?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I mean...... I'm not saying no...and we do have all night." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"He might wake up at any moment now." She nudged her head towards the direction of the nursery.

"Oh don't worry about him, Byeol's taking over night shift tonight."

Y/N let out a squeak when San sat up and positioned her on top of his cock before sliding her down on it.

"And I'm not done with making love to the most beautiful woman in the world."

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[darkest-writer]

The Doll-Maker’s Story:Part II

After you found out that you were pregnant. You take a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. 

As soon as you are downstairs, in the living room, you approached Donna who was fixing on some doll. Before you could place your hand on her shoulder. She looks at you with a smile. “....Hello (Y/N)...” She said. You didn’t say anything. Donna noticed that there’s something wrong. Donna gets up and grabbed your hands. You started to sob. “Donna....” You spoke. The Doll-maker looks at you. “P-promise me you won’t panic...?” You asked, wiping your eyes. Donna sighed. “....No.” She replied. “...I- I won’t.” You grabbed your wife’s hand and placed it over your stomach. She gasped. “(Y/N)? A- are you pregnant....?” She asked with shock. You let go of her hand and run upstairs. You went to your bedroom and shut the door. You are on the bed, crying hard. Then you heard footsteps coming towards you. You slowly turned around. It’s Donna. “Yes Donna...” You said. “I am....”

Donna sat beside you and grabbed a hold of your hand. “I would never leave you...” She said. “I love you, (Y/N)....” You smiled and hugged her. “I love you too.” Donna holds you close. Then you gasped. You look at your wife. “What if...Mother Miranda finds out?!” You said. “.... She won’t...” The Doll-Maker said. “....She already has Rose... and it’s not of her concern...” You smiled as Donna takes you in her arms. You safe and sound when you’re around Donna.

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It’s been five months, and your stomach is already showing. You’re excited to find if it’s a boy or a girl. You smiled as you stroke your belly. Heisenberg should be here soon with a sonogram. You sat down on the couch with Donna. She looks at you as she strokes your belly. “Do you want our baby to be a boy or a girl?” You asked. Donna looks down. “... Either one is fine...” She replied. “No, you have to chose one.” You chuckled. Donna took awhile to respond. “...A girl... She’ll be beautiful and clever like you....” She replied. Then a knock was heard at the door. Donna gets up to go answer and it was Heisenberg. 

“These creepy ass physco dolls tried to jump me!” He said as he takes a step in. Donna rolled her eyes with a sigh. “Anyway, where’s (Y/N)?” He asked.

“I’m over here!” You called. Heisenberg greeted you as he coming next to you. “So we are find out the gender of this child and make sure it’s healthy.” He said as he sets up the sonogram. “Damn! I hope you guys don’t traumatize the child with these creepy ass dolls.”

You couldn’t help but to chuckle at his attitude. “I’m gonna poor this liquid. It’s cold so... don’t panic or struggle. It’s only for a second.” He said. You nodded. You inhaled sharply a few times then nod at Heisenberg, letting him know that you’re ready. Heisenberg pours the freezing liquid on your belly. You panted, but remained still and calm. He moves the camera over on you.

“Damn thing taking awhile!” He said. Then an image of a infant appeared. “Finally!” You gasped at you see the infant in you. “It’s... girl!” You cheered. Donna smiled. Heisenberg chuckled. “An uncle of four.” He said. “How lovely.” You tilted your head. “Four?” You asked. 

“Well, my sister, Lady Supersized bitch! Has three rabid daughters. And the fourth well.. It’s Donna’s” Heisenberg said. Heisenberg puts the technology away and heads out.

Donna sits besides you and strokes your belly. “.... Our little girl will be beautiful like yours...” She said, stroking your cheek.

Later in bed, you and Donna were laying together. Donna was stroking your belly. You were worried about something. About Mother Miranda finding out. Donna notices your expressions. “(Y/N)....?” She asked. “....What’s wrong...?”

“Donna... it’s about Mother Miranda....” You replied. “...I’m just paranoid.” Donna grabs your hand. “...Nothing will happen...” She said. “... I promise... I will protect you and our daughter....” You smile at her. Donna kisses you deeply. You rest with her and shut your eyes to fall asleep. Nothing could go wrong. But that’s what ya’l think.

[deliriumsdelight7]

I guess my first TMI question would be what was your pup like? His personality or anything you want to share. (It's fine if you don't want to answer)My second TMI question is for Bae (from One Thing Forever True). How are you coping with your papa being a Dark One now and the two of you moving to a new place? What do you think happened with Belle?

(A/N: I’ll give Bae’s answer first, and put mine under a cut)

I hate it. All my life, Papa made it sound like everything would get better once the war was over. Life wouldn’t be as much of a struggle if he had the power to give me the life I deserved. Well, now he’s got power, and everything’s worse than ever. I’d trade this castle away in an instant if it meant I could just have my home and my family back.

Papa won’t talk about Belle. All he said was that she wasn’t coming with us. Any time I ask about her now, he just changes the subject.

Wherever she is, it can’t be worse than this.

Maxen was the sweetest boy. I know most dogs are sweethearts, but I’ve never seen one with the capacity for compassion that this dog had. He cried any time my husband’s joint issues flared up; if my husband ever grunted in pain, the pup would try to lead us both to the bed so I could give him a back rub. And if I was ever upset (which is often, because anxiety and depression are a bitch), he’d get all upset and climb all over me like a jungle gym to lick the tears from my face. Which is part of what makes this so hard. When the sadness gets to be too much, I start crying, and he’s not there. There’s a gaping void where he should be.

He was incredibly gentle with kids and babies. On one occasion, he encountered a smaller dog who was traumatized because she’d gotten mauled as a puppy. I watched as my boy - my scared-of-all-other-dogs boy - slowly lowered himself onto his belly to make himself as small as possible and give her a friendly wiggle-bum until she calmed down. He cared. So fucking deeply. About everyone.

He was also afraid of, like… EVERYTHING. Other dogs. Cardboard boxes. Bubble wrap. Cabinet doors. Everything except people (and food). An axe murderer could break into our house at night, and he probably would’ve just been like, “no, don’t kill my people. Rub my belly instead.”

But the one thing he couldn’t stand? Fucking SOCK PUPPETS. Don’t ask me why. I have no clue. He was fine with mittens and gloves. He was fine with socks on feet. You could put any article of clothing on your hand and make a “mouth” with it, and he didn’t care. But if you did it with a sock, he’d get upSET. Hackles up, barking shrilly, frantically trying to pull the sock off without biting your hand. So friggin weird.

Here’s my boy being a Stage Five Clinger while I write:

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Does your pretty face see what he's worth? 🌊 JJ MAYBANK

Requested by: @chinamolina602

Prompt: When JJ left Outer Banks he never in a million years thought about falling in love again, too traumatized from the previous toxic relationships, that was when he met Y/N a fearless girl who ran away to chase her surfer dreams who made JJ gave love a second change, the blond boy’s life took a 360° turn and from a pogue he turned into a surf legend. Returning to Outer Banks for a surf competition he comes across his ex girlfriend, a kook girl who thought he wasn’t enough for her but this time Y/N will teach this girl a lesson while her rockstar boyfriend rides the biggest waves.

THE first time Y/N saw JJ he came through her surf school with two heavy bags and a surfboard along with the paper she previously put out hiring for a surf teacher. She was working on some shell necklaces while some reggie tunes played in the background along with the waves and the chatting from the beaches.

“Is the offer still up?” JJ questioned the girl dropping his bags into the ground. He left everything behind in Outer Banks, taking only the necessary with him and enough money to survive. “I need this job.”

“Well, the offer is pretty much still up.” Y/N placed the shell down while she got up from the high chair she was sitting down during the past half hour. “Let’s see what you got then.” The tanned girl challenged him grabbing her own surfboard.

“N-now?” He asked, taken aback from her sudden proposal.

“Didn’t you said you needed the job?” Y/N grinned. “Show me what you got.”

“Bet.” He followed her to the sand. “Where’s your boss at?” Silly boy she thought.

“You’re looking at her.” She laughed taking off her shorts, getting ready to surf.

“I’m sorry.” He said quickly feeling embarrassed.

“I hear that a lot, you didn’t offend my ego.” Y/N winked at him. “Enough talk, time to catch waves.” She ran towards the water and he followed.

After the test both of them came out of the water out of breath. Y/N was mesmerized by how gracefully he moved in the water, so effortlessly. She had to hire him, she knew he could go far from that moment. Y/N saw the potential in him.

“Y/N!” She introduced herself properly, stretching her hand towards the confused boy.

“JJ.” He answered shaking her hand, confused by her smile.

“You got the job.” She said happy and JJ smiled relief.

“Thank you so so much Y/N, I won’t let you down!” He promised.

“Well I hope you won’t.” She said walking with him towards the school. “Here, tomorrow, at 6am.” She told him.

“That’s early.” He said not to happy with the chosen hour.

“You prefer 5am?” She joked.

“No, 6am it’s fine.” He laughed briefly scratching his head.

There he was the next day at 6am on the dot. Y/N was at least surprised when she arrived still a bit sleepy with her other two coworkers, Andy and Bodhi.

“Andy, Bodhi meet JJ.” Y/N introduced the boys. “He will be working with us from now on.” She patted them on the back.

“Hey man!” Bodhi said, oddly happy for that time in the morning. “Let’s catch some waves dude.”

“He’s a little cuckoo.” Y/N giggled watching the boys interact.

At the end of the first lesson JJ was dead. He never thought teaching little kid how to surf could be so tiring, he felt exhausted and the heat of Hawaii leaving him breathless yet he felt this strange overwhelming feeling of freedom. JJ felt like he was born again.

“You can go freshen up if you need, I’ll be here.” Y/N said when they got to the building and he did.

The surf school was a honest small business Y/N got when she came to Hawaii, her upbringing was hard and full of ups and downs. Growing up in a toxic home environment made it hard for her to succeed, she felt depressed all the time so one day in a act of bravery after her mom passed away she packed her bags and left never looking back. This was her home now. Her sanctuary, the place where she found inner peace and true happiness.

Y/N made two smoothie bowls, one for her and one for JJ as she waited for him to come back. She always cared for everyone and due to the extremely hot day she felt that a fresh snack could revive JJ for the next class.

“We don’t get one?” Andy frowned.

“You didn’t teach you don’t get a bowl, cry baby.” Y/N mocked him.

Once JJ returned he sat in front of Y/N still a bit awkward with the new group.

“Here, I made you one.” Y/N handed him one of the bowls.

“Why?” JJ asked confused.

“Because you’ve been in the sun for a long time, you need to eat.” Y/N explained almost mocking him.

“Thank you..” He said slowly taking the bowl into his hands. JJ immediately hummed when he tasted the fruity taste in his mouth which made everyone giggle. “This is good.” He complemented with a mouthful.

“Y/N makes the best smoothie bowls I swear!” Bodhi told, secretly jealous he didn’t get one.

JUST LIKE THAT days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months turned into years. JJ and Y/N only grew closer to each other, falling deeply for each other. Y/N made JJ feel things he never felt before, he became peaceful. Made new friends. He started over rebranding his name.

At first JJ wasn’t very fond of Y/N’s bubbly personality, her extreme happiness left him wondering the reasons behind it but eventually with time he grew more and more attached to it and realized that it was exactly what he’s been missing for years on end, he craved someone with a soul like hers. To JJ, Y/N was what the poets write about in pretty poems. She was his embodiment of the color yellow, she felt like the sun and the ocean at the same time. Her aura was beautifully mesmerizing.

With all started when one night after Y/N and JJ were left alone to close the school. She invited him to go grab some food before they both head to there separate ways. They ended up talking hours on end, over everything and anything, they kept drinking cheap beer and chatting until the owner of the restaurant told them he was about to close and they really needed to leave.

Next came lunches together, walks down the beach together, listening to music in the car at some random parking lot. The most important one, surfing together.

The night JJ told Y/N about his past she cried, unable to keep herself together. He talked with so much passion of his friends, they were his family she learned, so for something forcing him to leave everything behind it had to be painful.

“Do you miss them?” Y/N asked looking at the moon, they were talking in her balcony.

“I do sometimes, but I know they are waiting for me.” He says. “But I needed to leave that shit town, I had the urge to start over after the situation with the gold.” He explained.

“I get that, the urge to run away.” Y/N said, looking at him him while she rested her head in her shoulder.

“You do?” JJ asked curiously.

“I ran away from home two years ago.” She bursted out her secret. It felt good to finally tell someone. “When my mom died I packed my bags and left at the first opportunity I got, my dad was a monster I couldn’t stay with him.” Y/N explained.

“I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserved going through that stuff.” JJ said grabbing her hand. “Everything will work out now.” He cheered her, rubbing her hand.

The first time they kissed still felt like yesterday, it happened at a beach party where everyone had to wear white. It was a tradition. They weren’t drunk but JJ swore on his life that Y/N looked like a true angel dressed in that beautiful white dress with her hair down and soft makeup, he never saw her like that. When he kissed her, Y/N felt like the night turned into day again extremely lost in his arms to think coherently. Fast forward to a few weeks later, the first night they slept together happen on her birthday. JJ, Andy and Bodhi planned a surprise birthday party for her at the surf school, everyone came which left her surprised. She never had one of those parties.

The school only grew more popular among the population and throughout the years JJ became a surf icon around the continent. Y/N was always there, winning some medals as well and supporting her boyfriend along the way. They walked the road together, they slept in vans together when they couldn’t afford hotel rooms and Y/N never once complained about it. She loved the experience, it made her feel alive.

One night, they stopped to get some rest and JJ remembered how the first girl he thought he loved was never by his side, instead she was always mad at him for the things he loved. Of course that been a pogue dating a kook was hard but with Y/N everything came so easily, it made him wonder.

“You know, I once dated a girl that was nothing like you.” He said out of nowhere carressing her hair. Y/N looked at him for more. “I don’t mean it in a bad way, she was always so stuck up her nose and she always ramble about me and my friends and how she hated that i surfed.” He laughed. “I’m so grateful that I found you and I got this opportunity to win this championship.” He kissed her hairline.

“I’m grateful I can be by your side.” She said. “Since the first time you walked in that school I knew you could go a long way.” Y/N confessed. “I believed in you.” She added sleepy.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me Y/N, I’m so excited about you meeting my friends.” He said happy.

“The pogues huh, I will love them.” She laughed in his arms.

LIFE AT OUTER BANKS didn’t change that much, Kiara now owned The Wreck and shared a house with Pope who was her boyfriend, Pope, a young man who lost a scholarship to help his best friends still found a job he enjoyed at the hospital. John B and Sarah never came back even though they still updated their friends from time to time.

The last spot of the competition JJ and Y/N where on took place at Outer Banks, everyone knew his name since he left and became a surf legend. The beach was full, everyone came to see JJ surf along with the other famous surfers. And his ex girlfriend also came, surprising Y/N and JJ with a baby in her arms and a tired look on her pretty hollow face.

She approach Y/N unaware of her relationship with JJ now, Y/N was working backstage with the organization of the event while the girl tapped her shoulder getting her attention.

“Hi, I’m Olivia.” She introduced herself and immediately Y/N recognized that name from JJ’s stories. This was the ex girlfriend. “Where’s JJ?” She asked a bit rudely.

“Hi, Y/N.” She said with a slight smile. “He’s surfing right now, as you can see.” Y/N pointed towards the water where the blond boy receive applauses.

“I really need to talk to him.” Olivia stated annoyed, clearly not understanding what Y/N said previously.

“You need to wait until he finishes.” Y/N warned looking at her boyfriend while he catched good waves.

“I don’t have your time.” Olivia said in a high pitch voice. “I need to talk with him now, who do you think you are? A good little friend? I’m his ex girlfriend that he loved, I’m sure he is dying to see me.” Y/N rolled her eyes at Olivia done with her.

“Sorry, Olivia, but you missed out.” Y/N laughed softly looking at her. “Tough luck, that boy’s mine now.” She winked at Olivia who had a rather mad expression in her face. “You should know that we are more than good friends and that’s how the story ends.” She added calmly.

Olivia opened her mouth but nothing came so Y/N kept on talking, she had so many things to tell her.

“I’m not judging you, it’s just a shame you couldn’t see the man this boy could be.” Y/N said proud of JJ, while she took a few glances at him coming out of the water, already drowning in reporters to get his words. “Olivia if I can teach you something you should know that there’s always more than what meets the eye, while you couldn’t look past JJ’s friends and his passions I saw the soul inside him.” Y/N spoke looking straight at JJ while he stepped on the podium, he got the first place. He won.

“I’m sorry, I have to you.” Olivia said embarrassed. “And don’t worry, this isn’t his child. I hope you two are happy.” She said walking away.

“I hope you find someone and truly love them Olivia, it was nice to meet you.” Y/N said politely, offering her hand for Olivia to shake.

When Y/N was free again she left Andy and Bodhi with the paper work and she ran straight to JJ’s arms. She jumped into his arms and JJ held her right away while Y/N kissed his whole face.

“I’m so proud of you.” She managed to congratulate him through the kisses. “I love you so much JJ Maybank.” Y/N whispered into his lips before she kissed him properly. Getting lost in him and in his free spirit.

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