#good parenting is being what the kid needs and not always what they want

[sunny-knight]

What Kind Of Monster Was He?

A @forgettable-au fan (colored) animatic

MINOR BLOOD WARNING!

*Was he the kind to do too much, or not enough?

…OK, SO WHAT HAD HAPPENED WAS-

I had planned to finish this into a full fledged animation, but a lot of the parts I did end up finishing just didnt live up to what I imagined…I waited for more motivation to happen, but it just didnt so HERES THE COLORED ANIMATIC CAUSE IM REALLLY HAPPY WITH WHAT I HAVE and ive sat on posting this for like a 2 weeks 😭 which is an eternity in my time

Im gonna post the unfinished “finished” part on my side account @o-sunny-day though! and probably have people yell at me cause it actually isnt that bad AND IT TOTALLY ISNT I just… art. You get it. ENOUGH YAPPING! ITS TIME TO YAP!

except not yet, MORE BACKGROUND INFO HUCDHUC- but its background info on explaining the lore…

The explaining is much less expansive than in Dear My Dear just because I didnt work on it long enough to think every bit of it through. This is just a clean, nicer looking, and colored version of the very first storyboard.

I usually think about and put more effort into the little stuff while making the FINISHED bits since ive had so much more time to think about that in all the preppin n sketching.

BUT I liked the explaining format I did for Dear My Dear so im sticking with it!

The main idea for this was to do a study of Wingdings’ character from what we’ve been given, mainly focusing in on the expectations he puts on himself because holy shit the lyrics for this works so stupidly well it makes me mad LOOK AT THIS???

its ridiculous. i love it. I didnt know Jack Stauber helped write Forgettable AU???? woww!!! ANYWHO thats the gist of it, not much context is needed past that. Onto the sillies!!!! (per usual excuse the shitty quality of the pngs idk why Tumblr does that-)

Did you know love? Will you rest in peace?

Wingdings and Sans holding hands as kids, before turning to a casket like appearance for adult WD. The flowers hes holding are pretty important too, Marigolds to represent grief, Lilys, new life, and Forget Me Nots for this lovely little line I found when looking up good flowers to use-

“a promise to always remember” ….stop that.

That actually also has a double meaning in this case too. 1, ofc the forgetting of Wingdings. But ALSO Wingdings forgetting something himself. Forgetting who he is. Almost like a Zuko ATLA situation.

Did you have a family?

Who knows where theyre parents are, but this is HAPPY TIME and we’re gonna assume they were so awesome and very kind but had to leave or went to a farm in the sky for whatever reason.

The colors here I had a lot of fun with. Their parents had warm colors but the boys have cold, still with warm accents. Its said they more or less raised each other being very independent as shown in the second part with them running out the door by themselves.

How was the view from the shelf? Did you ever believe in yourself?

Before, we started with the beginnings. The good things, the only thing Wingdings cares to even recall. Now we’re seeing his life really start to turn upside down- making first contact with The Player :D

He’s hesitant to reach out, but is intrigued, before getting a rushing revelation of his reality and how it isnt “real”

Rather than feeling crushing existential dread, he more feels pressured to be BETTER, to figure a solution, to do something. Thats what white represents here

WHAT KIND OF MILK WERE YOU?

We then switch to more examples of how Wingdings is taking this pressure (not well) The soft tones of yellow that were shown before, turn to way brighter, intensifying that feeling that he should be fine, he should be happy, drowning in success of being the Royal Scientist.

But he just desperately wants to just go back to a time of nice coldness.

The warm vs cold tones in this I had so much fun with, coldness is supposed to represent hostility usually, while warm is nice and happy. (same with Black and white. Scary, relieving,) But these points often contradict each other, its hard to tell what you’re feeling vs what you’re supposed to be feeling. Just like Wingdings!

WHAT KIND OF LIFE DID YOU LIVE THROUGH?

The white lab coats, the expectations, theyre on all of them. But Wingdings has essentially become his expectations.

He questions what life he wants to live, one being himself and alone (speaking in wingdings) or not himself and with company (speaking in a “normal” font) Still, he frames it in past tense as he believes theres no going back now, based on what he knows.

“One of the last happy moments they had together” stop that. (i cant find a link to when that was said but I know it was once, about them taking a photo together….)

DID YOUR LIFE RUN RICH WITH CALCIUM?

Calcium….bonesss :3 Hehehehdhehfhehehheheheh still dont know why he has holes in his hands so we’re movin on

DID THEY LAUGH AT YOU OR DID YOU LAUGH AT THEM?

Compared to the childhood Wingdings remembered, heres the sadder, bleaker, more realistic version. He always thought they were laughing at him but… maybe they werent.

DAIRY BELOVED. YOUR DAYS ARE GONE,

It doesnt matter now though. Because in the NOW, Wingdings has become consumed by his expectations of himself, seeing this has the “only option” to do the only thing that he feels will give his life meaning and purpose, establishing connection with THE PLAYER

But the grocery list goes on…

And yet life continues on without him, and his room is transformed into a more livable space now that someone is…living in it. Always hurts so much making the differences between Wingdings and Papyrus’ room. It feels like making something out of the man Wingdings COULD HAVE been. Because honestly thats just what Papyrus is,

Thank you to my bestie @fruitytrip for helping me with all of my art in general but especially the storyboarding on this :3 <3

[kyri45]

So, how does it feel like to have your page blown up by people who love your Monkie Kid Bio Parents AU? Did you start it with the idea of making more drawings of the AU or was it more of a "Oh, shit, this blew up, guess the people wanna see more!"? Do you have the story planned out, or when you upload it you're like "Aight, now how the hell am I gonna continue with this?"?

Sorry for the questions, I'm just very curious about the process! Also, Happy New Year! ❤

I never continued the comic for the boom it received.

This was the second ever project I did where I swore myself I would only do what I wanted, without ever thinking of how much or little engagement it would create.

I had made art on my IG with always the thought of growing my page, because I needed the traction for commissions during college.

I never had a moment where I was like "how will I continue this?" Because the story just kept flowing naturally to me. Like, from the beginning: the two of them discovered he is their son? Well then they would discuss about it and check if he had Macaque powers as well. But doesn't he have also Macaque appareance somewhere? Well then we got to show a way for why his extra ears was hidden. But wait, he will notice and discover this eventually, no? Well yeah, then let's use the discovery to make some good old hurt and comfort. Does it mean they will co-mentor MK? Then there shpuld be a training arc of sort. Wait but if Macaque and Wukong so much time together, then they are bound to discuss what happened between them.

And so on.

After maybe 1 week of posting the first page, in my mind I already planned the whole story until the end. But in the middle it ended up being longer then I initially planned because I came up with new ideas on the way.

[burningembers91]

Crime of Passion - The Salesman x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Follow up Piece to: Freak of Nature On Display A Game of Cat and Mouse

Synopsis: A change in circumstances puts you in danger, changing your relationship with your Grey Suited Man

Warnings: 18+ only!, this is NOT a healthy relationship, Reader is attacked, depiction of death (no main characters), rough sex

He hadn’t been able to see you today. Work had called, they had a few loose ends that needed tying up, some potential problems that needed silencing. He’d always been able to keep his work life and personal interests separate, but you… you seemed to be seeping over into every facet of his life. He was clinging to control by the skin of his teeth, desperate to bring into you line and yet so curious about just how far you could push each other. What had started as a desire to control, had slowly turned into a game of mutual torture, both of desperate to bring the other to their knees.

His schedule had been interrupted, but it had the advantage of giving him the edge. You’d be wondering why he wasn’t on the park bench today, why he wasn’t watching you as you marked your students’ papers. You’d walk home, wondering why he wasn’t behind you. You’d peek out of your curtains tonight to see his usual seat outside the restaurant vacant. You’d wonder if he’d lost interest, you’d start to doubt yourself. He couldn’t help but smile as he cleaned the blood from his favourite knife, dumping his employer’s little problem into the underground incinerator as he pondered his next move.

You were indeed wondering where your grey suited man had gone. This was the first time in months that he hadn’t been watching you. You’d learn to sense his presence, could always feel his eyes on you, no matter how large the crowd. But today, there was nothing; he was nowhere to be seen. You wondered what you’d done to drive him away. Had you teased him too much? Had he grown tired of not being given what he wanted? You held back tears as you graded your student’s work, being unnecessarily harsh in your marking today. You didn’t want to take it out on the kids, but you usually channelled any frustrations into teasing your mysterious stalker, and today you couldn’t do that.

You stayed at the coffee house until closing, which was unheard for you. You just wanted to wait a little longer, to see if he’d been held up. but he never showed. Finally, feeling downtrodden and a little heartbroken, you made the journey home. he had an unfair advantage over you. Mr Grey Suit knew everything about you, but you knew nothing about him. he’d be able to find you, but you were at his mercy, forced to wait until he came to you. you bumped shoulders with passersby, anger boiling in your veins as you wondered why you were no longer good enough. You didn’t seem to be good enough for anyone, not your ex, not your boss, not even your fucking parents. You were a nobody, once again. Thrown away by the one person who injected some dangerous excitement into the mundanity of your simple existence.

***

It was getting late. The coffee house was closed by the time he arrived, and you were nowhere in sight. He’d told himself he’d go straight home after work, that he’d let you wonder about his absence until tomorrow. But you were a drug he couldn’t kick, seeping into his veins and sinking your claws into the atoms of his brain. He was desperate to see you, to watch you tease him through your living room window. Maybe tonight he’d venture upstairs, make you scream for him as he finally took what was his. He hurried along through the busy streets, fighting the urge to run. One day without you was driving him insane, like an addict desperate for his next fix. He’d have you tonight, one way or the other, the consequences be damned.

***

You were approaching your apartment, your footsteps slow. You didn’t want to go home, didn’t want to spend the night alone. Even though you were the only person in your apartment, your grey suited man was always nearby. But not tonight. For the first time in months, you were truly alone. That’s when you felt it; a presence behind you. But not the presence of your mysterious man; he usually set your whole body on fire. Whoever this was, they made your skin crawl. You could hear their breath behind you, hard and laboured. You could smell the sweat and stale alcohol seeping through their pores. Whoever this was, they meant you harm.

***

He’d started to jog now, his patience wearing thin. He needed to see you, needed to breathe your scent, needed to see the gleam in those perfect eyes of yours. As he rounded the corner to your apartment, the hairs on the back of his neck stood to attention. Something was wrong; he could smell the fear in the air. He heard a scuffle from the alleyway, a muffled scream, and rounded the corner faster than lightning. You were one the floor, a man on top of you. You scratched and clawed at his face, kicking out with your legs but he was too strong; you were helpless. He was usually so calm and collected, but he wasn’t himself when he was with you.

The knife was in his hand before he had time to think, his long strides closing the gap between him and your attacker. With one swift motion, he stuck his arm out, grabbing the man by the scruff of his neck. the sound of your attacker’s skull hitting the concrete reverberated off the brick walls of the buildings, followed swiftly by the sound of metal slicing through flesh. He stabbed the man, again and again, the blood landing on his face, hands and suit. He heard your attacker’s life leave his body, the last blood-filled gurgles as he clung to his pathetic existence. He didn’t stop his assault until you pulled him away. “He’s dead,” you pleaded, your eyes wild with shock. Your dress was torn, exposing your bra and midriff. Your chest rose and fell heavily, the shock of what you’d just witnessed taking its toll on your delicate nervous system. “Are you hurt?” he asked, gripping your face in between his blood-soaked hands. He was the only one who got to touch you like that, who got to see you at your most vulnerable. The animal lying on the floor didn’t deserve you; no one did, expect him.

“You saved me,” you stammered, your hands atop his, your eyes blazing into his very soul. His face was caked in blood, but to you he’d never looked more handsome. This wasn’t how he’d imagined things going, but he needed you right this very moment. One more second without you and he feared it may kill him.

Your lips crashed together in a frenzy, the iron taste of your attacker’s blood mingling with your mixed salvia. Your tongues fought for control, your hands tearing at each other’s clothes. You backed towards your apartment door, careful to stick to the shadows. There was so much blood, so much carnage sprayed on your grey suited man, and you couldn’t risk him being taken from you. You don’t remember making it to your apartment door. There was only you, and him and everything else in the world ceased to exist. He tore at your clothes, ripping your already broken dress from your body. You cried out at the fabric was pulled from your body, watched as he used the bloodstained knife to slice through the underwire of your bra. “You’re mine,” he growled, trailing the tip of the knife down your ribs and across your stomach. Your breathing was jagged as he sliced through the thin fabric of your underwear, leaving you fully exposed before him.

“Lie down,” he instructed, removing his suit jacket and folding it neatly across your chair. You did as you were told, your heart hammering so loudly in your chest you wondered if it might burst straight through your skin. “Spread your legs,” he instructed, smiling when he noticed how wet you were already. You were wet for him, and only him. Your pathetic little whimpers as you waited for him to mount you were heavenly, your feeble attempts at begging making him rock hard. He took his time removing his clothes, making sure his eyes never left yours. He heard you moan as you took in his form, his hard cock standing to attention. He was having trouble restraining himself, was finding it difficult to maintain control. Perhaps, just this once, he could let his guard down.

You both cried out as he entered you, your nails scratching the skin of his back with such ferocity that blood welled to the surface. You both fought for control, your animalistic moans seeping through the thin walls of your apartment. Teeth grazed lips, nails welted the skin, the both of you so desperate and hungry for the mix of pain and pleasure. You shook against him, a mix of adrenaline and desire, you skin so delicate against his. He fucked you into your mattress, slamming into you again and again until he heard the bed slats give way. No matter, he’d simply buy you a new bed, the best money could buy.

When you came, tears streaked your pretty face. It was better than anything his imagination could conjure up. Your lips were puffy, your skin red from the force in which he’d fucked you. he couldn’t hold on much longer, couldn’t deny himself the pleasure of claiming you with his very essence. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he finished inside you, pulling him close so you could take every last drop of him.

You lay in silence afterwards, your lips exploring each other, your fingers trailing down his chiselled form. Your grey suited man was everything you thought he’d be and more. you just hoped you’d be able to keep hold of him.

“I have business to attend to,” he finally said, his fingers chasing the delicate contours of your throat. The body in the alleyway would need to be moved as soon as possible. He hadn’t been careful when exacting his revenge, and mistakes led to dire consequences. “Wait,” you pleaded, as he began to dress. “I don’t even know your name.” He smiled at you, his cock hardening again as he saw the desperation in your eyes. “Patience,” he told you, scolding you as a teacher would a child.

He would see you again, very soon. You’d made it impossible to stay away. one night with you was better than a thousand nights with a thousand women. You were dependent on each other now, two people so hooked on one another that nothing could keep you apart. He had enjoyed playing with your mind, but now it was time for the real fun to begin.

[kaisaerinlover]

Hello! Your stories about big bro sae and rin are so so good and u're doing amazing btw. I was just wondering if we can get a lil bit of a backstory about when it all started, I'm actually really curious about it but no pressure tho u don't need to make it if u don't want to. Anyways I love your lil series about them🫶🥰

hi yes ofc!!!

tw: incest , darkcon

sae and rin always loved you as kids, but they also neglected you alot because you were the youngest itoshi. you’re 3 years younger than sae and 1 year younger than rin and also since you’re the only girl you weren’t really into football as much. they kind of ignored you a lot for football but they did love you. your parents paid more attention to your brothers than you because of their talents in football; also because rin was a bit badly behaved and destructive as a child, so he needed extra attention paid to him, but they didn’t ever teach the itoshi brothers about girls etc because they didn’t really have to. both brothers were only preoccupied with football, their parents were preoccupied with them and that just left the third forgotten daughter.

i think that they wanted three sons, so they gave up after they got a daughter as to not risk it, and as rin and sae grew up they really loathed that there wasn’t a third sibling who could also play soccer; so you were neglected.

probably rin and sae would have developed their weird love/attraction to you when they started going through puberty, because they didn’t really want to be around girls that much; you were the only girl either brother really ever interacted with. and they didn’t have much concept of social norms since they were so invested in soccer their whole lives; so by the time they actually learned it’s wrong they simply didn’t care anymore because their feelings were far too strong to deny. in spain as he got older, and the visits got fewer, sae would be sure to snap a few pics of you, or touch you a bit more than how a brother should his sister, and he would jerk off to it later on. his visits were sparse so he valued all of the time he spent with you, he doesn’t exactly remember when he started realising his feelings but he remembered one incident in specific when you were eating dinner at the table with your parents and rin too and he realised how much you really grew into yourself, you were beautiful. the same lashes as his but they make you look like a princess.

he didn’t fail to notice the way you and rin looked at each other too, the way rin was so… different? the way rin’s hand was on your thigh. the three of you aren’t even sure if your parents know, sae thinks they do know; thinks they don’t care as long as the youngest has a use which helps the two they actually care about excel in their sport.

rin’s attachment to you started after sae left to go to spain, as he grew up and you a little too, he realised you’re all he had left. he grew so attached to you and it turned into a deep attraction which you obviously shared. you loved both of your brothers and being a bit naive and more sheltered, you were less in tune with social norms. you really just went along with what rin wanted. rin never took any interest in other girls before (similarly to sae) and you were the only girl in his life who held any value to him. but nothing really happened yet, you just knew his feelings towards you and returned them graciously. but everything had changed when sae came back on that one particular occasion. it was the very first time he visited from spain, and rin saw the way sae eyed you up. they both felt the same way; rin harboured resentment towards sae so naturally he didn’t like it. he squeezed your thigh in a manner so crude, so unlike him. he wanted to show sae who really owned you.

and that’s how the weird rivalry started, that night, your brothers took your firsts. rin didn’t kiss you before, not properly anyway. sae was in spain by the time he realised his growing affections (and arousal) towards you, so he never got the chance. both of your brothers took all of your firsts. they were really in such a weird competition for you. it would be difficult though because when sae was in spain you tried to text him and call every day, and he indulged you when he could, but you would spend most of your time with rin. so rin and you were attached at the hip for the most part, but then sae would come back and you would cling to him because he would have been gone for so long.

but then rin left you too for blue lock, and they both stopped texting you as much, so then all you could do is watch your brothers play on the tv; the only boys you’ve ever loved; and you were alone at home with nothing. but they came back for you eventually, both did, and that’s how your love evened out a lot kinda. you love them both the same and they’re in their weird rivalry for you. it’s a really weird dynamic but that’s where you would be at right now.

it would honestly start because you guys just lacked supervision and actual attention from your parents. and because they prioritised your brothers over you and didn’t really deem you as their child, just an extension of rin and sae, that’s why if they are aware of anything going on between the three of you they don’t care. rin and sae can do what they want with you because they barely care at all, if it helps them in football and helps them relieve stress so be it. your parents know you’re a good girl (not in a weird way) anyway, and you wouldn’t distract rin and sae from their careers the way they can’t guarantee a girlfriend wouldn’t do either.

rin and sae are really both just perverts in disguise who love their sister far more than they could ever love any girl else. sae would literally steal ur panties whilst he was in spain just to jerk off into them, rin took 3 pairs with him to blue lock as well. they may have left you but the fruits of their hard work were so sweet in the end because now you are showered and pampered in affection every day by them, and their wealth means nothing to them, only if it can buy you a nice gift you like.

they’re just really fucked in the head perverts, and they had eyes for you since you were the only other girl in their life. but they do love you, they love you so much so don’t ever doubt it.

[unknownperson246]

a/n: would you write about older!izzy x duffs!daughter where she’s seducing him & they have sex & duff finds out?🤭

HII I love this idea and here you are: also sorry it’s so late I haven’t been able to write as many as I’d like to but anyway I hope you enjoyyyyyy:

Modern Izzy Stradlin: I Need You:

Words: 1,701

Warnings: *smut* *p in v* *thigh riding* *age gap* *masturbating* *cussing* *fingering* *dirty talk*

✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ:*

You were Duff Mckagan's daughter. He just came back from a tour with Guns N’ Roses. Over the past few days, he’s just been relaxing. Within a few days of his arrival, he calls Izzy Stradlin up. You’ve always had a small crush on him when you were a kid. You’d try to get his attention non-stop when he was over at your house with your dad jamming in the studio. He was the coolest man you’d ever have seen. This time Duff invited him for dinner because they hadn’t seen each other in ages given how busy Duff was with the band all five of the original members created together. Duff looked jet-lagged most of the time he came back from long plane rides but something was different. He was excited and his face was glowing. He couldn’t wait to see Izzy. Your dad sat you down and showed you a couple of pictures of the band back in the day.

“You know back when you were 5 you loved Uncle Izzy” Duff patted your hair.

“Yeah, I know Dad,” You said.

You were embarrassed by the fact that your dad brought that up. You knew it was a little girl crush. You did not think about it any further and you went upstairs and changed into a sexy outfit because you were planning to sneak out with your friends. Even though you were 18 you were embarrassed about your parents finding out you did that stuff.

 Surely you knew Duff would understand because he was a chill father. You just didn’t have the guts to tell him because you’d know he’d be worried about the stuff happening there. Plus you turned 18 ten months ago which meant he would have to start trusting you more. 

Your plan backfired when Izzy rang the doorbell. You were trying to sneak out the window but you’d just see Izzy when you left. Instead, you made a new plan to open the door and slip out. You answered the door and there Izzy was. He was wearing a black suit. He looked the same as he did 4 years back but he had a few more wrinkles on his face. He looked more desirable to you. He looked good for a man in his early 60s. He was a tall handsome man. Your crush on him came rushing back. He looked handsome. His cologne hit you in the face. You started to blush slightly. You forgot the plan to slip out and wanted to cancel it. You needed Izzy. 

“Hi,” Izzy said, smiling and looking down at you.

“H- Hi.” You stuttered. You were getting shy and nervous. You were flustered. You were attracted to him.

“Come on in,” you said, being polite and hospitable to your guest.

“How have you been?” You asked Izzy.

“I’ve been good. What have you been up to Y/N?” He asked, looking you up and down in your sexy outfit. 

You forgot what you were wearing until you noticed Izzy staring at you. You started to blush again. You wondered if he forgot your name but to your surprise, he remembered. You ignored that and answered his question.

“Nothing much.” You said to Izzy while walking at a slow pace so you both had time to catch up.

“Dad is right down there,” you said, taking him to Duff.

“Dad guess who's here?” You said in excitement.

Duff did not like your outfit but he did not want to say anything in front of Izzy. 

“Izzy,” Duff said, getting up.

“Hi,” Izzy said, hugging Duff.

They both walked over to the dinner table and started chatting about life.

“Hey sweetheart, join us for dinner,” Duff said.

“No Dad, it's okay. I already ate” You said to Duff. 

“Hey sorry Izzy I’ll be right back,” Duff said, looking at Izzy and smiling. 

Duff walked you out of the room and walked you upstairs to your room.

“Honey please change out of that outfit.” That’s all that Duff said to you. 

“Sorry, Dad I was planning to go to a party but my friends canceled the plan,” You said to Duff. 

It was part truth and part lie. You were going to go but when you saw Izzy you changed your mind.

“I didn’t have enough time to change, Dad,” you said to him.

“Just be careful next time,” Duff said. 

“Okay.” You said.

Duff left the room and you decided not to change your outfit since you weren’t going downstairs. You were miserable. You wanted to go downstairs to see Izzy so bad. Your dad was the only excuse you could go downstairs and see Izzy. You were too shy to go. You knew there was one thing you could do.

 You pulled out an old picture of Izzy from online and started to rub your clit. You started to lightly moan his name. Soon you started to finger yourself while imagining they were his fingers. You hit your G-spot multiple times. 

“Oh Izzy” You moaned. Your eyes went back and you heard the door open. It was Izzy. 

He caught you masturbating to a picture of him from the 80s back when he was in Guns N’ Roses. You were frozen in that position. The silence was awkward.

“I’m so sorry I was trying to find the bathroom.” Izzy broke the silence. 

He was bewildered and didn’t know what to say after his best friend's daughter was masturbating to a picture of him. 

“It’s on the right next to my room,” you said, turning red and you quickly got out of your position. 

You were so mad at yourself that you did not lock the door.

“Fuck this lock.” You were mumbling.

As soon as Izzy went in the bathroom you had a wicked idea. You do not have any shame anymore. You're done with everything. You wanted to be risky because there was fun in that. You waited outside the bathroom door and waited until Izzy was finished. He opened the door and saw you standing outside of it. 

“Izzy,” you said quietly.

At first, you started to seduce him by showing him your tits. Then you showed him your midsection. And then you held his hand and took him to your room. Izzy was embarrassed and shy about this. He didn’t know what to say. Soon this whole thing turned into a strip tease. 

“I’m 18,” you said while you were almost done stripping for him. 

“You’ve got nothing to worry about.” you chuckled.

You sat on Izzy’s lap. You were fully naked. You had no bra or panties on. You sat on his lap with only your black glossy high heels. Izzy started to touch your clit just like how he saw you touch yourself. 

“Is this what you wanted you little whore?” Izzy whispered in your ear.

You started to get wet just with his whispers with his husky voice in your ear.

His two fingers glided in you with ease. It was like his fingers were made for your needy cunt. 

“You wanted this right darling?” Izzy whispered again. 

“Yes Izzy” you moaned as he kept hitting your g-spot with the tip of his fingers.

Izzy’s bulge got bigger and needier when he started to touch all the sensitive parts of your body. You noticed this and chuckled. You started to palm his growing bulge underneath his pants. You kissed his neck while undoing his belt. He groaned at your kisses. He started to push you off of his lap.

“Y/N I should get going Duffs going to get suspicious,” Izzy said, trying to take you off of him.

“But won’t Dad notice how big your dick has gotten?” You asked bluntly. 

“Come on.” he tried to convince himself to get up and leave before the two of you got caught.

“You know what I want to do with you, Izzy? I want to make sweet love with you. Don’t you want that?” Your desperate words finally had a hold on Izzy.

“Get on my lap again,” Izzy said. He was in a hurry.

He laid you down on your bed and started teasing your clit again. He was climbing on top of you. 

“Oh,” you moaned quietly.

He fully took his pants off. His hard cock was dripping with pre-come. You wanted to suck it all up. He started to grope your big melon-sized tits. The tip of his fingers went around your hard nipples. He started to pinch them. He went down to your neck. He left a couple of hickeys in the process. His thrusting went faster and deeper inside of your sensitive hole. 

“I love you” you moaned accidentally.

You heard soft pants and grunts from Izzy. 

“You're beautiful, did you know that?” Izzy asked while groping your tits and thrusting inside of you at full speed.

“Izzy fuck me faster” you demanded as very loud moans and cries left your mouth. 

“Shh. Your dad will hear us.” Izzy’s hand left one of your tits and transferred to your mouth to keep you quiet

Tears were leaving your face as Izzy finished up and came inside of you. 

Izzy was trying to leave in a rush. 

“See you later. And make sure you don’t get pregnant” Izzy said, getting dressed up in a hurry. 

“Maybe I will. I like the idea of having your baby.” you smirked. 

Izzy finished dressing. 

You kissed Izzy on the lips for a long time. 

“Next time you come I have a surprise…” you left it at that to get Izzy excited and to make sure he comes back to see you next time. 

Duff started to come upstairs and he saw Izzy leaving your room. 

“I heard moaning coming from upstairs,” Duff said with suspicion. 

Izzy got all red and embarrassed. 

“Let’s go downstairs.” Izzy insisted.

“Okay,” Duff said. 

“Did you have fun up there?” Duff asked, getting slightly pissed off. 

“How did-“ Izzy said. 

“I’m not dumb,” Duff said.

“I think you should leave,” Duff said, giving Izzy a firm handshake. 

Izzy was upset about how Duff found out but he started to have a crush on you too. 

[familyagrestefanblog]

As glad as I am that at least the Sublime conflict is more than just Marinette regressing on all the character development (the show mostly gave mere lip service for her to have had of-screen in the first place)

But good God, as far as the leaks show, Marinette is being cuddled through every second of the upcoming episode. I have never seen a show THIS dedicated to make sure the main character experiences nothing but fluffed up consequences for her actions where everyone gives maximum effort to make sure she feels as little discomfort as possible

Which btw is effort Marinette rarely actually makes in return because the show is too busy having her prioritize her every whim and comfort and benefit too which everyone else eventually has to bow to to make her comfortable.

This honestly feels genuinely inappropriate for a kids show at this point and I hope the full context saves this. Cause if a parent handled their child's morally questionable behaviour which such child's- ego- centered morality, one would very quickly called it out as the bad parenting it is because it's spoiling the child rooted, making them believe nothing is more important than any feeling of discomfort they ever experience, no matter their actions, no matter the circumstances. If the world isn't cuddling the child for the pathetically low standard of having feefees then the world is "in the wrong and mean".

The show wants to get credit for covering compelx interpersonal conflicts, but refuses to send any other message since s4 besides that the world around you (as your life's Main character) is obligated to pamper and cuddle you for having any slither of complex emotions which apparently makes you "unique" since the world doesn't get the same consideration from YOU.

Marinette apparently genuinely can't have an interpersonal conflict anymore without getting wrapped up in fluffy clouds and be surrounded by picture perfect victims who do all the heavy lifting to resolve the issue which of course always leads to Marinette being framed as the poor little underdog who needs to be taken care of and showered in support, excuses, inaccurate pay offs for her initial motivation entirely rooted in the other person being told something else and Marinette not owing up to the WHOLE truth to instead go with what limited information works in her favor, or straight up free passes for her behaviour as long as she says "I'm sorry, I guess I am capable of doing morally bad/ questionable things 🥺 you will reward me now, right? Then I may be able to stop when you make sure i dont feel bad about it anymore 🥺"

Seriously, I hope the full context saves this cause jesus fucking christ Marinette, stop being wrapped up in cotton candy and then STILL cry about how bad you have it. Children shouldn't be taught that this is how taking accountability works because Marinette's victim complex is excessive by this point.

Marinette, you genuinely fucked up, stop acting like you're in emotional agony every second you ever have to face the realisation that you are capable of causing even the tiniest bad thing. The problems and harm you cause aren't about you, stop always throwing shocked pitty parties for yourself and woman the fuck up.

[satellite-evans]

Not my baby

Pairing : Harry Styles x reader

Summary: Harry comes back home with the wrong kid :)

Warning: tiny angst, happy ending, sleep deprived parents

Word count: 2.3k

A/N:

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, recommendations, vents or questions are always welcome. I love talking to you guys about anything <3

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

Harry had never truly understood what it meant to be a parent. He loved his family, of course—he adored his wife, Y/N, and now he found himself utterly smitten with their newborn daughter, Willow. But the reality of sleepless nights, endless feedings, and the whirlwind of emotions that came with being parents was something Harry had never fully grasped until now. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen his friends with their children or heard the stories from other parents. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared him for how deeply the exhaustion would seep into every part of his being. And the exhaustion wasn’t just his. Y/N had been the one to endure the brunt of it, her body adjusting to the demands of both breastfeeding and the round-the-clock needs of their infant.

It had been nearly three weeks since Willow was born, and although Harry had tried to help in every way he could—holding Willow while she napped, soothing her when she cried, and trying to take on household chores—he knew that Y/N had it the hardest. She was the one that had carried Willow for nine months, the one who had brought her into the world, and now, she was the one who was still waking up every two to three hours to nurse, then trying to sneak in some rest during the day when Willow took her naps.

Despite the weariness that clung to her every movement, Y/N had a glow in her eyes whenever she looked at Willow. That love—the undeniable bond between mother and child—shone brightly even through the tiredness. Harry admired her for it, but he could see that she was starting to run on empty. He could feel it in her sighs, the way she held her head a little lower, and how she kept rubbing her tired eyes like they could somehow erase the exhaustion.

Harry knew he couldn’t take away the sleepless nights or the emotional toll, but today, he was determined to do something to help her. Just a little. A few hours of uninterrupted rest. That’s all he wanted to give her.

It was mid-morning, and Y/N had finally managed to doze off on the couch after nursing Willow and settling her back into her bassinet. She had been awake for hours, trying to comfort Willow, who had been fussy from teething. Harry saw how her eyes fluttered shut as soon as her body hit the cushions, and he knew that was his chance.

He tiptoed into the living room, making sure not to disturb her. He’d thought long and hard about how to make this work. There was no way he could bring Willow into the other room and make noise. But he could give Y/N some time to sleep if he took Willow out for a little walk. The fresh air would be good for both of them. Harry figured a quick stroll to the park would do the trick. Just a few hours. He’d be back before she even noticed.

He glanced at Willow, still peacefully asleep in her bassinet. He smiled softly, heart swelling with love. He picked her up gently, cradling her as though she were the most precious thing in the world. She was so tiny, so perfect. She had a tuft of dark hair on top of her head and a soft, little face that made Harry’s heart ache with joy. He placed her carefully into the stroller, making sure she was comfortable and snug with a soft pink blanket tucked around her.

The stroller was simple—black and white, sleek and modern. (Y/N) had picked it out before Willow was born, and Harry had made sure it was ready for the day they brought their daughter home. He adjusted the straps around Willow’s tiny body and double-checked the wheels, giving them a quick spin. Once he was satisfied, he crept into the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee, sitting at the table to quietly sip it before heading out. He didn’t want to wake (Y/N).

For a moment, Harry allowed himself a deep breath. He was still reeling from the intensity of fatherhood. It was overwhelming at times, especially with the lack of sleep. He thought about how this experience had shifted his entire perspective on life, on love, on what truly mattered. (Y/N) was everything to him, and Willow... Willow was their miracle.

After a few more minutes of silence, Harry decided it was time. He grabbed his jacket, slipped on his shoes, and with one final glance at Y/N, he left the house.

The air outside was crisp, a soft breeze rustling the leaves in the trees. Harry loved the quiet of the neighborhood during the day, the calm before life got busy again. He pushed the stroller slowly, savoring the peaceful moments as he made his way to the nearby park. Willow was still asleep, and Harry let himself relax for the first time all morning. There was something so serene about these early mornings—the silence, the fresh air, the gentle hum of life around him.

Harry hummed quietly, looking down at Willow. He reached down and gently stroked her hair, his voice soft and comforting.

“Alright, love. We’re off on an adventure, just you and me,” Harry whispered, smiling as Willow’s tiny face stayed relaxed, oblivious to his words. “I’ll make sure you’re as tired as I am by the time we get home. I know you’re sleepy now, but we’ll get some fresh air, won’t we?”

Harry continued walking, his thoughts drifting as he pushed the stroller down the sidewalk. “Your mum’s going to love this. A few hours of quiet for her—she deserves it more than anyone.”

As Harry approached the park, he noticed the familiar sight of other parents with their children. Some were chatting, some were on their phones, while others simply sat in silence, enjoying the break from the whirlwind of home life. Harry guided the stroller to a bench and sat down, looking out at the peaceful surroundings.

He watched Willow’s chest rise and fall gently in her sleep, her tiny hands curled into fists. It was hard to fathom how quickly she’d grown in just a few weeks. Harry knew he couldn’t wait to see her first steps, hear her first word. But for now, he was content to just be with her in this quiet moment.

Not long after, another man arrived at the bench nearby, pushing an identical stroller. Harry glanced over, raising an eyebrow at the coincidence.

“Hey there,” the man greeted, settling onto the bench next to Harry. “Nice day for a walk, huh?”

Harry smiled, glad to see someone else enjoying the peace and quiet. “Yeah, it’s beautiful out. My first time out with her,” he said, gesturing to Willow. “Trying to give my wife a break. She’s been—well, you know.”

The man nodded knowingly. “I get it. It’s tough, isn’t it? My daughter’s a handful, and I’ve been trying to get a break too. But, you know, they’re worth it.” He chuckled softly, glancing down at his stroller. “I’m just trying to let her nap for a bit.”

Harry laughed, nodding in agreement. “I hear you. Same here. She’s been pretty calm though, so I think I’m lucky so far.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, the kind of quiet that only new parents seemed to understand. Harry watched the man’s daughter playing in the distance, toddling toward a group of other kids. He smiled, feeling a little sense of camaraderie in the shared exhaustion of parenthood.

Harry’s eyes drifted back to the stroller beside him. He noticed the other man’s baby had a soft pink blanket just like Willow’s, and for a split second, Harry didn’t think twice. He stood up, yawning as he stretched his back.

“Alright, kiddo,” he murmured to Willow, who was still asleep. “Time to head home.”

The man had stepped away for a moment, leaving his stroller unattended. Without thinking, Harry grabbed it, instinctively pushing it toward the park entrance.

When Harry finally returned, he was beaming. He had given Willow the quiet afternoon she deserved, and now, he was looking forward to seeing Y/N wake up, refreshed and happy.

He quietly unlocked the door, stepping into the house with the stroller in tow. Y/N was still fast asleep on the couch, her chest rising and falling gently. Harry smiled to himself, knowing that soon, she would get a break.

He tiptoed over to her, setting the stroller down beside the couch and gently pulling back the blanket to reveal the baby. But when Y/N blinked her eyes open and took in the sight of the child in the stroller, her blood ran cold.

“Harry, what the hell... is this?” Her voice cracked with panic.

Harry froze. “What?”

“That’s... not Willow!” Y/N’s eyes grew wide with disbelief. She sat up so quickly that she nearly knocked the stroller over.

“What do you mean?” Harry frowned, peering into the stroller.

Y/N was practically shaking now. Her fingers trembled, gripping the edge of the couch. “That’s not our baby! That’s someone else’s child! Where is Willow?!” Her voice pitched higher, bordering on hysteria.

Harry’s heart raced. His thoughts scattered. He stepped back, his mind running through a thousand thoughts in an instant. He glanced from the baby in the stroller to Y/N, and then it dawned on him—he had made a mistake. A huge mistake.

“No... no way... no, I—” His voice trailed off as his own panic set in.

“Harry, you took someone else’s baby!” Y/N’s voice went from frantic to full-on hysteria. She was trembling now, her entire body shaking from the weight of the realization. “Oh my God, you took the wrong kid!”

“I didn’t mean to!” Harry tried to explain, his brain struggling to catch up with the sheer magnitude of the error. “I swear, I thought—”

Y/N wasn’t listening. Her breath was coming in short, panicked gasps. Her hands shook violently as she pulled out her phone to dial the police. But when she saw her fingers trembling uncontrollably, the numbers on the screen blurred. She could barely focus. Her vision blurred with tears of terror.

“Come on, come on,” she muttered, hands shaking so violently that the phone nearly slipped from her grasp. She tried again, but her hands wouldn’t stop trembling. “Why can’t I dial? I—I can’t breathe!” Her voice broke.

“Don’t call the police!” Harry begged, his voice cracking. “Please, just let me explain. I’ll fix this—just let me fix this.”

Y/N couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of utter dread. “You don’t understand,” she gasped. “We need to find Willow. We need to find her now.”

Her trembling hands hovered over the phone, but before she could dial the number, the doorbell rang, sharp and sudden. Harry’s heart stopped. He rushed to open the door, his stomach flipping with anxiety. And standing there, holding Willow in his arms, was the man her met at the park whose expression mirrored his own terror.

“That’s my daughter!” the man snapped, seeing the baby in Y/N's arms, his voice full of frustration. “What kind of person takes another child's baby?!”

Harry stood there, stunned. His eyes darted from the angry man to Willow in his arms and back to Y/N, who was now crying from a mixture of relief and rage.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled, barely able to find his voice. “I thought she was mine.”

The other father glared at him, his irritation palpable. “Yeah? Well, next time, keep track of your kid!”

As the situation settled, both parents not only exchanged the babies, but they also exchanged apologies. The tension in the room was still thick. Willow was safe, and the other baby was safe, but the mix-up was enough to send both families into a temporary panic.

When everything was finally sorted, Harry stood in the living room, staring at Y/N, who was still shaking from the ordeal but still hugging Willow close to her chest, who had no idea what happened. She walked over to him; her face a mixture of anger, exhaustion, and relief.

“Harry,” she began, her voice low but firm. “No more surprise walks. No more ‘I’m just trying to help’ crap. You scared me half to death!”

Harry looked down at the floor, feeling the weight of his mistake. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to help you get some rest.”

Y/N softened just slightly, placing a hand on his chest. “I know, love. I know. But next time, double-check the stroller, okay?”

Harry nodded, his heart still racing. “I swear, never again.”

And with that, they both took a deep breath. The chaos was over, but it would be a long while before they forgot the walk that went terribly wrong.

[halitis]

Any thoughts on Roy and Hal?

How they would interact with eachother in Roy's Speedy era?

Hal becoming Roys 2nd Parent?

DO I HAVE THOUGHTS

BOY OH BOY DO I HAVE THOUGHTS. ALWAYS. my two faves :DDD

hal is really quite good with kids! probably one of the best in the league i'd argue. it's because he treats them like independent people with thoughts and feelings. while roy loved that at first, it ended up causing some light strife between the two when ollie started going off travelling. because he HAD enough independence, he didn't want more. he wanted someone there.

while hal and roy are close now, they weren't really close before the events of 'snowbirds dont fly'. hal thought roy was a good kid, with a lot of love in his heart (although, sure a bit rebellious but thats to be expected). hal helping roy out like that, helping to save his life, it really put a foothold into their relationship. hal started to realise what roy needed, was different to what he himself needed as a kid and adjusts accordingly. roy loves it and that hal is willing to put in the work for him.

i, personally, don't see hal as roy's parent. i don't think roy needs or wants another parent, he had brave bow and he has ollie and dinah. that isn't to say they aren't family! i just don't think they have a strict label on what they are to each other, they are just family. if anything though, i'd label them either as cousins or hal as his uncle. (this isn't to say i am judging or whatever if you view hal as roy's father! i do incredibly understand why and i do see the potential).

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they Bicker a LOT... but it is how roy shows love. hal was concerned at first because during his speedy era, sure roy would tease but he would never argue with him. it took a bit to realise "oh he's just growing up" (hal went through a brief crisis over that one). now you can find them having pedantic arguments over nothing, and if someone interrupts or tries to stop them; they are just like "???? we weren't fighting ????"

hal and roy ended up bonding over sports, hal would take him out to baseball games because it was An Iconic Part of American Culture and he cannot BELIEVE ollie deprived his son of this (roy could not have given less of a fuck), but he ended up getting really into it. to this day they will call each other just to talk about the teams on for each season. sometimes they will go months without talking, only to message out of the blue going "did you SEE that angels game. what the fuck was that!!?"

hal helped out with lian a bit when she was a baby, he's used to dealing with kids and would babysit her when roy just needed a break. now however, lian doesn't really know him that much. roy wants to try and keep her life as stable as possible and hal isn't around enough for roy to trust him to stay a presence... hal adores lian though, roy will silently send through photos and videos and what not and hal will always compliment her. it's so tragic, and hal really hates it but at the same time he does understand. he would probably do the same in roy's position afterall.

roy looked up to hal so much as a speedy, like that is his dad's cool best friend who has seen SPACE and his entire thing is being FEARLESS omg omg. cue hal being smug about this to ollie, that his son thinks hal is cooler than him. ollie is quick to disabuse this notion to roy, with many mortifying videos of the green lantern. roy never looks at hal the same way again.

hal and roy bond over their complicated relationships with carol and jade, it's a lot of sighing and gossiping. it's not a competition, but roy somehow always wins (hal takes a guilty joy in thinking 'at least i'm not roy'). i think they should get to have a girls night. as a treat. let them do each others hair and watch movies and gossip about girls!

i had more to say abt them, but it's 3am and i am so Bone Tired..... hope this fits what u were looking for op! thanks for the ask MWAAAH!

[baneonono]

watch house for the first time with me

we’ve made it through season 2 and through the first five episodes of season 3 and there was lots to scream about. I have a sneaking suspicion that I am going to hate the whole house gets arrested plot. like I’m gonna furious typing out whole essays type mad but we’ll see.

21

GUYS I WANT HOUSE TO WEAR THE SUIT. I UNDERSTAND THAT HE DOESNT THINK IT MATTERS BUT IM LOSING MY MIND. I KNOW EVERYTHINGS GOING TO BE OKAY BUT IM STRESSED AND CAN HOUSE JUST WEAR A SUIT

Can everyone just be fixed please I don’t want to deal with this anymore

22

If that baby died, I’m crying

Are we starting Wilson Cuddy stuff because boring

Chase working at the nicu😭😭😭😭

HE CHOSE NICU😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Chase working with kids😭😭😭😭😭😭

Honestly house is real for wanting foreman to fight with him. Like it’s just his way of wanting original thoughts and that is relatable

Wilson checking cuddy for cancer-

NO THE BABY DIED

Chase my baby boy I adore you it’s okay

Cuddy wanted Wilson to be the father of her child😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I’m gonna break down if we get a scene of Wilson hearing this

23

House being a piano player is actually one of my favorite things about him

Dude I trust House but like I wouldn’t trust him that much @ cuddy

IS WILSON JEALOUS THAT HOUSE HAS ANOTHER FRIEND

I would do so much for James Wilson. I don’t think yall understand. I love him dearly

The entire diagnosis department pacing is so funny

24

SOMEONE SHOT HOUSE. BABE THAT IS MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT JERK

“I wanted to see you suffer” girl he suffers every day you just had to come into the hospital and watch

“She killed herself” still not House’s fault bro

Wilson doing houses physical therapy is hilarious

I need house back 

This episode is weird

What in the world did I just watch

Season threeeeeeee

1

Okay I am so grateful we got the scene of Cuddy and Wilson trying to come up with cases to give house. Like😭😭😭😭😭 I love them

Chases haircut😭 he looks amazing

House lost his leg pain and got 10x the whimsy

“I’m not going away” please never go away Wilson 

Wilson. House was right. What do you mean you can’t tell him. 

2

Wilson maybe you should tell house that he was right. Listen to Cuddy. Wilson I adore you why are you doing this to me. 

Chase winking at the parents🥰

Whaaaattttt lying to house has consequences. Telling him that he’s bad at his job affects him. That’s so craaaazzzzy

Oh Wilson comparing house to Icarus, you’re so iconic. I love my toxic old men yaoi with Greek mythology references. That’s actually the only way I’ll tolerate it

3

Everyone is going through so many radical position shifts this episode. Guys can we have some consistency (@ cameron)

People just go running to Wilson when they want house to do something huh. 

I love when house operates on patients. Just love him entirely in his element

Awww house is proud of Cameron for killing a dude, it’s always nice to hear from our dad that he’s proud of us

4

House you do not need your carpet back. Why are you like this. Iconic but why

I need this girl to leave. House isn’t that attractive

I’m glad Cuddy is standing her ground on this one

Love how Wilson walked in on them in his office and just was like “weird typo”

Can Cameron stop psychoanalysing house 

Need this girl to stop 

Foreman you pawning that off in Wilson was not slick

HOUSE BEING GOOD WITH KIDS I LOVE TO SEE IT(also just taking drugs)

Wilson don’t let house out of your sight while he’s drugged, he’s got a girl really into him and I don’t think we should let him alone

House😭😭😭😭😭 please stop throwing away Wilson’s gifts

Cameron did not need to sit next to house

WILSON JUST WALKING OUT OF HIS OFFICE 

Thinking about the triplets going all over the hospital looking for house this episode

😭😭😭😭😭😭house got a gift😭😭😭😭😭😭oh my little neurodivergent bonding

5

This husband being so ride or die. I love to see it. Yes sir saw an opportunity to step in and took it. 

Oh she’s sick, okay well, we’ll get to see more of him?

House leaving to go break up Wilson flirting with a girl. Bro just say you’re jealous and go

THE LOOK ON CHASES FACE AT FOREMAN WHEN CAMERON SAID SHES HITTING THAT  WAS SO FUNNY. BABY BOY WHAT WAS THAT

“Great I haven’t committed a felony yet today” -Chase

Guys the pill only stops pregnancy, not STDs, maybe they wear conforms to prevent STDs

Why does Wilson just do things for house. I mean beyond being in love with him. 

I hate this apologzie to the patient thing today. I don’t care about this stupid jerk. I prefer my smart jerks

Really was not expecting an incest plot from this show but I should’ve. 

House getting arrested is insane

[ladylynse]

What if Lancer met Danny when he was four instead of fourteen? What if Danny wandered away from Maddie at the mall and crossed paths with Lancer?

I mean, the less fun answer is that Lancer would probably try to help Danny find his parents; if they can't find them in the crowd, then going to see if an announcement can be made. I don't see Lancer ignoring him, of course, and he might want to help but not know the best way to do it; there's a reason he's teaching high school and not kindergarten. Dealing with this age group isn't his strong suit.

But let's pretend, for a moment, that Danny wandered off because his parents are arguing about Christmas stuff again, and he's just Done. And that Jazz is distracted enough that she doesn't notice and that Danny gets far enough away by the time she does notice that her hysterics don't immediately alert Lancer to Danny's family.

What if Lancer is confronted by a four year old who refuses to tell him a) his last name, b) who his parents/guardians are, or c) where he lives? He can't just hand this kid over to the authorities, can he? He should really at least try to stick with the kid to make sure he's safe until he can get enough information out of him to get him back safe or until his parents come looking for him--right? The boy looks healthy and isn't shying away from him, and the questions he does answer tells Lancer this isn't a situation where he needs to call the police or protective services.

So this is how Lancer finds himself in the kids section of the bookstore, waiting for Danny to pick out the book he wants read to him on the bench outside said bookstore, listening to this child spew off an impressive number of facts about space because he absolutely refuses to talk about Christmas (except for grumbling about how his parents always fight, but Lancer learns enough to think that both parents do celebrate the holiday and merely disagree on how it is to be celebrated, rather than belonging to other religions and celebrating different holidays, and that--fighting to the point of having a runaway son aside--his parents do seem to care about their family) but is still willing to accept the gift of a book.

Lancer had never thought he was particularly good with young kids, but somehow, by the end of it, he thinks he's made a friend.

Even Danny seems somewhat reluctant to leave, not to mention chagrined, when his parents bring out the bullhorns/megaphones to announce that they are searching for their missing son, and Lancer returns him.

Their other child quietly pulls him aside while the parents are suffocating their son in hugs to thank him for taking care of her little brother, and Lancer makes a mental note to keep an eye out for this family in the future.

This turns out to be much easier to do as the Fentons more than earn their eccentric reputation, but he soon realizes it's a lot easier to track the parents than their children. When Danny and his sister turn up on Lancer's doorstep the next week with cookies, he has to invite them in and make hot chocolate and show them his train set, which they take to gleefully, but they give no indication that they've been dropped off for the purpose, and he rather suspects they got his address out of the phone book and came over on their own.

He waits longer than he probably should to phone their parents, but he enjoys their company.

It's nice, not being alone over the holidays.

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

What’s your headcanons for stuilly as kids?

Asks like this are always welcome!!

Stu and Billy, aka Stuilly: As Kids

. Billy loves animated movies so much. He loves animation as a whole, so he's been planning to take animation in college

. Billy practices animating with paper and pencils, the easy two page pencil trick

. Stu draws stick figures in sexual positions while Billy animated, that way they both get to draw their hearts out

. They both watch so many Disney movies a week, it's insane. They sit close together, share a blanket, and usually fall asleep before the second-to-last song

. Stu collects dead bugs on his way to school, while in school, and on the way home from school. He keeps these deceased bugs in his pencil case

. At the end of each day, he empties the dead bugs into an old shoe box, where he keeps hundreds of dead bugs. You know, cool collection or something

. Stu and Billy have tons of sleepovers, almost every week, where they pile up blankets on the floor and sleep in that pile. No bed needed for 10 year olds to sleep

. They also camped in Stu's backyard a few times a year. They had a tent and told ghost stories, and ate marshmallows (they didn't bother with the old fire pit)

. Billy gifts rocks and crunchy leaves to Stu whenever he's in a good mood, or Stu does something he likes, but he doesn't know what to say

. Billy read Frankenstein in 3rd grade but hated it so much. He then read it again in 7th grade. It has been his favorite book since then

. The game of Tag was always a good one. They liked chasing each other at the park, using the jungle gym as obstacles. Sometimes sticks and scratches were involved

. Hide and Seek where Billy refused to hide, so Stu would hide and Billy would scare the shit outta him every time he found him. Stu once scared Billy because for once Billy didn't know where Stu was hiding. He ended up with a knocked out tooth (it's okay, it was wiggly anyways)

. Stu grew up listening to Queen because of his parents, and he honestly loved them. He dressed up as Freddy Mercury in 6th grade. No one knew who he was supposed to be

. Stu had his first guy crush on Freddy Mercury, but he didn't know what being bi was. Plus his table mate was trying to chase him at recess, which is his and Billy's thing, so he was too preoccupied to process a crush

. Stu accidentally staple his finger in 4th grade

. Billy saw Stu staple his finger, walked up to him, pulled it out of Stu's hand, stared him in the eyes, and said: "you might want to get a band aid. You are tempting the vampires like me."

. Stu then proceeded to think Billy was a vampire all the way till summer vacation. Yes, Stu wore turtle necks for three months straight so Billy the vampire couldn't bite his neck

. Not knowing a thing about Shakespeare, Billy and Stu call out to each other, "O Romeo, O Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" in the most dramatic tone ever. They'll drop to their knees in front of the other and be the dramatic gays they are. (they don't even know where it's from)

. Billy was at a family event when he was 10. He was sitting at the table and saw a shot glass of whiskey. He thought it was apple juice so he drank it

. Stu and Billy like to play 2 person Red Rover. Basically, they run at each other and try to knock the other person to the ground. It always ends with Billy on Stu's stomach, the boy on top giving a rock from his pocket to the other boy

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Well if you want an excuse to finish…

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And if you’ve gotten enough, put this towards ‘gentle on my mind’ at some point.

- Sarah

Sounds good! Switching this to 🔼 - 135 or 1k:

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“You’re… You already love them.”

Buck looks at Jane. He lifts her enough to press a kiss to the top of her head. 

“Of course I do,” Buck says. “But don’t… I mean, Eddie, you have family.”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. “You met them. Saw what they’re like. I don’t want that for either of the kids.”

Buck nods. “Right, yeah…”

“You’re the person we both trust most,” Shannon says.

Buck doesn’t take his eyes off the baby. He tries to imagine a world without Eddie or Shannon. It seems dystopian. The worst case scenario. The darkest, most horrible timeline. But in that timeline, would he really want the kids swept away to Texas? Lost to him? He loves them both so much. Buck doesn’t know what kind of parent he would be… But he’d do anything to be good enough for them.

“Of course I’d do it,” Buck says. “If that’s what the two of you want, of course I will.”

“Told you,” Eddie mumbles.

“Well we still had to ask,” Shannon replies.

“Probably good to know ahead of time,” Buck agrees. But even if he hadn’t, what would he do? Say no? Obviously not. He’d never give up on Chris and Jane. Maybe that’s it. Why they chose him… 

“Thank you, Buck,” Eddie says. “Seriously.”

“Thank you guys for trusting me,” Buck says. His throat is feeling a little tight. “No matter what happens, ever, I’m… As long as you want me in their lives…”

“We do,” Shannon says. “And we know.”

“We have an appointment to update our wills this afternoon,” Eddie says.

Ah. Not a lunch date. Buck feels kind of stupid now. 

“Wow,” he exhales. “That quick.”

“Well, things happen quickly,” Eddie mumbles. 

“No, I get it,” Buck says. “You have to protect them.”

And now, so does he. So does Buck. Not that he didn’t before… Obviously he has, in a pretty big way, during the tsunami. He protected their lives. But now… Now it seems bigger. He seems… Everything seems a bit bigger. More important. Buck feels more important. Like he’s on call for something he hopes never happens. But something he has to be ready for and capable of doing. 

He’s not sure if Shannon or Eddie realize, but they’ve changed something in Buck. 

▶️

With Shannon agreeing to care for both kids by herself for the night, Eddie heads to Buck’s after their appointment with the lawyer. He’s thankful and he’s emotional and he needs to be alone with him for a little. This miracle of a man who has come into his life and helped restore his family, become his family, and open him up to a sort of love he might have always denied himself otherwise. Eddie feels such an overwhelming gratitude. He needs Buck to know that. 

So he shows him. 

He shows Buck how much he loves him, how grateful he is for him, in a language Buck knows well. He focuses entirely on him. Lets himself get lost in it. Until they’re both lying, breathless and sweaty, in Buck’s bed, and Buck’s brain seems to be in outer space. 

“I love you,” Eddie says, kissing a line down his bare chest. 

“I love you, too,” Buck murmurs, eyes half shut, barely present. “This was a fantastic surprise.”

“Had to make up for earlier being sort of morbid,” he jokes. 

Buck chuckles.

“Hey,” Eddie says. “I, uh… I don’t want to keep us quiet anymore.”

Buck sits up a little, suddenly snapped back to the present. 

“Wait, really? You want to tell people?”

Eddie nods. “I know it’s complicated. And, uh, potentially awkward for everyone… But, this… This is one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, Buck. It shouldn’t be a secret.”

Buck’s resulting smile glows. 

“I’d love that, Eddie. I… I would love to be able to just brag about us, actually.”

“Brag about us?” Eddie laughs.

“Yeah,” Buck nods emphatically. “We’re a very attractive couple, Eddie. I should get to brag.”

Eddie kisses him. 

“Okay, you can brag. Hell, maybe I’ll out-brag you.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

iii.

Not a lot changes for Shannon after Eddie and Buck come out. And she means come out, because not only do they have to come clean about their relationship to everyone, but they have to come out as queer, too. It’s not something, to Shannon’s knowledge, that anyone knew. As far as she hears, it goes okay. They’re at a station full of good people. They don’t have to worry about discrimination or abuse. They do apparently have to deal with a stern lecture about professionalism from Bobby, and apparently Buck is singled out for some teasing. But not about being with a guy. About being ‘obsessed with Eddie from day one,’ as Eddie relays proudly. Shannon might need to fact check that one. 

No one contacts her about it, is the point. Whatever Eddie was worried about, it doesn’t come to pass. They must do a good enough job of explaining the dynamic. 

What does happen, however, is a strange period of radio silence from Maddie. Shannon’s not sure what to make of it. One day, they’re friends as normal, and then after Buck and Eddie make their announcement, she hardly hears from her at all. She even goes so far as to cancel a plan they’d had to try a new coffee shop in Mar Vista. Shannon starts to take it personally. 

“Is something up with Maddie?” Shannon asks Buck one evening. 

“Hmm? Maddie?” Buck asks. He’s over at their place. Cooking for them.  They’ve started doing more and more with Buck lately. Not just Buck and Eddie or occasionally Buck with Shannon. Buck just seems to be here all the time. Either leaving at night on his own or with Eddie. And honestly? Shannon is liking it more than she expected. She’d have thought the three of them spending extended time together would be strange, but it’s not. Not at all.

[asherthehimbo]

Burning in the Darkness

synopsis: The confrontation of love isn't always pretty, it's not always accepted either, live can hurt, it can burn hotter than any flame in Tartarus, Kai knows this well. or, a short story on how Felix and Kai came to be

word count: 3.2K

pairing: Lee Felix x Male Oc! (Kai)

notes! : HAPPY BIRTHDAY @kaisworlds I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OMW ID DIE FOR YOU I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, EVERYONE GO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM YAYAYAYAYAYA. Based on this Yunho fic! Here are characters parents!

It was a mistake, fuck it was such a mistake but god did he wish it wasnt. The pain, the searing heat of Felix’s touch is now forever engraved in Kai’s memory. There are tiny burn marks littering his skin, ones that could be mistaken for hickeys if not for the the pain on his flesh whenever he moves, his bones ache as fatigue consumes him. His eyes are still closed, trying to will away the rising sun and its offspring that lay next to him.

He’s scared, and that's a foreign feeling, at least in this sense. He’s developed his fathers lack of emotion overtime, the darkness being a part of his soul and not just something he could control, he’s scared to open his eyes because he doesn’t know what he'll see. He told his sister, he fucking told her he didn’t want to come to the party the kids where having at Felix’s dorm, he knew his mind wasn’t in the right space, that he’d end up doing something he couldn’t take back. He shouldn’t have listened to his sister, she just sounded so happy at the chance to actually hangout because Erin was out of town and he didn't have the heart to deny her.

Last night everything felt so right, the music was blaring, the alcohol left that delicious burn in the back of his throat after every shot, everyone was laughing and he had lost the reason he was worried in the first place, that is until a tipsy Felix sat next to him. God did he look good, blond locks growing out, now almost reaching his shoulders, glittered eyes and dark freckles on his cheeks, he looked absolutely delicious and Kai found himself wishing to taste Felix. He wanted the blond man’s taste to be the burning in the back of his throat, not the alcohol that now seemed tasteless in comparison to the flavor of Felix’s lips he’s concocted in his mind. 

He shouldn’t have, he knew he shouldn't have, he’s been to many parties, he's got a tolerance and he knows he can’t blame his next actions on the alcohol. It was just, he came to a point where he couldn’t resist Felix anymore, not when he was looking up at him with those big eyes, with the pout that made him seem so fucking kissable. The rest was a haze but Kai can remember every detail of Felix’s body beneath his, he doesn’t remember how it started, he just remembers Felix’s lips against his, he remembers ignoring the burning of the blond’s touch, rather liking the pain of the searing scratches on his back.

He lay in a bed he knows isn’t his own, feels the heat radiating off Felix in waves, he sighs for a moment, the sun’s starting to come up and if he’s caught here once Helios turns up to greet his son he’d turn to ash simply due to that fact that he isn’t meant to meet the sun, not ever, he is darkness after all. He opens his eyes, staring at the ceiling before turning his head and the image that greets him makes his heart sink to his stomach. Felix’s roots are black, the roots of his hair are black. The blond seems duller, not the bright newly bleached it was last night, it’s faded out and his roots are fucking black. 

He sits up, he can’t stay here, he’s hurting Felix, corrupting him. There’s a voice in his mind screaming to stay, to turn Felix to darkness, to rid him from the son and keep him in Kai’s shadow forever, he doesn’t listen to it. He tries to be as quiet as possible, but his own pounding headache and burning wounds make that effort fruitless. When he’s pulled his shirt that reeks of smoke- god does he need a cigarette right now- over his head he sees Felix staring at him, eyes wide and head tilted as he sits up. Fuck

“What are you doing? Where are you going?” Felix’s voice is still groggy from sleep as he rubs his eyes, it’s cute but Kai’s mind is a mess of voices and he can’t focus on that, he doesn’t want to answer, but his mouth speaks faster than his mind in the way it always does. “Home, last night was a mistake, i'm going home and sleeping it off” he says, voice monotone and the perfect parallel of his fathers which he hated as a child. He won't be going home, and he definitely won't be sleeping, his thoughts running too fast for that, but he needs to get out of here, he’s panicked and he hates being panicked. “What?” Felix asks, suddenly awake as he sits up fully, his voice cracks and Kai knows he just tore out Felix’s heart but he can’t fucking stop.

He has a tendency to hurt those around him, he doesn’t want to but his instincts perceive any unwanted feelings as danger and his mind will do anything to get him away from it, especially say things he doesn't mean, things he wishes would never have been uttered from his lips. “I said last night was a mistake, and I'm going home” He turns, he can’t look at Felix anymore, his eyes hurt, he doesn’t know if it's the tears he’s pushing back or the faint glow around the blond, but he needs out.  His feet carry him, but the fire that encompasses his wrist pulls him back as Felix stands before him, body littered with bruises that were brought on by pleasure, eye’s brimming with tears that look golden in the rising sun, as if his words made the demigod cry ichor. Such a holy substance, Kai thinks, he is undeserving of it. “What do you mean by mistake? I laid my heart bare for you and-” Felix is pleading, trying to convince himself that this is just a bad dream, that years of pining wasn’t for nothing, that last night, the night he’s dreamed of, it wasn’t for nothing.

Kai rips his wrist from Felix's hold, not because he wants to but because it burns, he’d imagine the flames of tartarus wouldn’t hurt as much as Felix's touch currently does. A demigod's power is heightened by emotion but Kai has repressed his own for so long that compared to the light before him, the light of his life, that he is weak. He can still feel last night's touches flaming against his skin, happy that he’s wearing something to cover the marks. Felix doesn’t need to know what he does to Kai, he won’t be able to live with that guilt and Kai knows that. “It was a mistake. We were both drunk and horny and that's all it was”  

A tear falls from Felix’s eye, it hits the ground with a sizzle, burning through the wood, he doesn’t notice, but Kai does. “You don’t mean that” his voice is wavering, eyes brimming with more tears and the room seems impossibly hotter. Kai doesn’t respond, he’s good at lying, but not good enough to say he does and show Felix he means it. He watches in silence as more tears fall from Felix’s face into the ground, burning through the wood like a cigarette bud to paper. “I hate you” Felix says, “You don’t” Kai responds immediately. 

“I hate that I don’t” Felix knows Kai’s right, but it hurts, it feels like a sword pierced his heart, the tears that fall from his eyes feel like their burning his own skin (because they are Felix, you’re hurting yourself), he can’t deny Kai’s words but he wishes he could. The room is filled with silence again, wishes that come from both of the demigods' hearts floating in the air yet not reaching the other, reality pulling them back. Miscommunication is a fucked trope, one Felix never liked, a shame he’s caught trapped in it now. Falling in love with a man who would die before telling Felix the truth, that he loves him, that he’s willing to die if it means Felix could touch him. But he doesn’t because he knows Felix would die before hurting him, and somehow in Kai’s twisted, dark veiled mind, pushing away the person who sees the good in him, pushing away Felix is his best option. He turns again and walks out the door, strangely missing the burn of Felix’s wrist on his skin as he walks.

It’s weird, he does not want to burn, yet he yearns for the pain when he doesn’t. His mind hates it, but his heart needs it to continue pumping in his chest, his soul can not stay whole without it. But ruining what’s good has always been something Kai’s done, he’s learned that from his father, creating a veil of darkness over his life is what he’s used to, Felix makes him wish he wasn’t.

“You” the door to Kai’s room slams open as his sister stands in the doorway, her finger pointed at him as she's hunched over and panting heavily as if she'd ran here, she supports herself on her knees as the finger that was previously pointing at him is now held up in a ‘give me a minute’ motion. 

“Me?” Kai asks from where he lays on his bed, cigarette in hand as he stares up at his ceiling, it's dark in his room, his curtains drawn and blocking out the setting sun, only light from his lamp. He sighs after a moment, sitting up and flicking some of his cigarettes ash into the ashtray he's holding as he looks at his sister. He knows why she's here, knows that out of the thousands of missed calls and messages on his phone she's at least half of them, but the device is left forgotten on the floor in a corner of his room and he doesn't have the willpower to get it. 

“You! How could you be so stupid I mean you-” Kyu already starts her ranting as she walks into the room, but stops once she sees the state of her brother, her former discontent now turning into worry as she stares at him, her open mouth closing as she seems to contemplate her next words. “You look like a fucking mess” she sighs, walking over and grabbing the cigarette from his lips, putting it out as she takes the ashtray from his hands and placing it on his desk ignoring his whining. 

“Come one I rarely smoke, you could've let me atleast finish it” he says and she simply gives him a look in response, he flops back onto his bed, “I'm guessing you talked to Felix?” his words are cautionary, almost as if he's afraid to say them. She repeats his sentence in a mocking tone, “of course I talked to Felix because the sun was fucking beaming so hard today I could barely walk outside- and when I did go to his room everythings burnt to ashes and his hair is fucking black and he's crying ichor and-” her ranting is cut of as Kai whips his head to her, “his hair was black?”

She stops her pacing as she looks at him, “yeah? he didn't seem like he realised till I pointed it out but I thought that was your doing?” she looks at his face now, the redness of his eyes, the split in his lips from how he's bitten them. He smells like sweat and cigarettes, like he always did when he was upset. He'd found his way of coping, even if that was ignoring everything in favor of working out till he couldn't anymore and then ruining his lungs, but he was coping nonetheless. 

“No when I left him only his roots were darker not his- fuck” Kai’s hands reach for his head, covering his face. Kyu sighs before she sits next to him, “tell me what happened, because right now I only know what Felix told me and that is not a good thing” she looks down at her brother sympathetically and he hates it. 

“We slept together” Kai shrugs, acting as if his words don't hold the weight that they do. “Kai, we both know it's more than that” the knowing tone of her voice reaches his ears and as much as he loves his sister he just wants to tell her to shut up. “I told him it was a mistake” he finally lets out with a sigh. There's silence, and he doesn't look at his sister's face, he can't, knowing her face will only reflect the disappointment he feels in himself. 

“why? I mean why- you've loved that boy since you met him why would you-” Kyu doesn't understand, she can never understand. Felix isn't made for him, he's made to hurt him. “His roots were black” Kai cuts her off, “what?” She looks confused, not understanding why a problem that could be fixed by a simple dye job is the reason for the sudden animosity between the two. 

“Kyu, I kissed him and gods if it wasn't the best thing i'd ever experienced -  He was everything i'd ever wanted and it felt almost sinful to touch him but I did because I just couldn't not anymore, he told me he loved me and for a moment, for a second I let myself believe that maybe even the darkest of Chthonic’s could have the light of love, but then I woke up.  I woke up and the roots of his hair were black, I'd corrupted him simply by touching him. I felt so ashamed, because I knew better, I should've known better and then when he touched me it burned. I mean sure he was always a little warm, and when it happened during sex I just thought he lost control of his powers but he tried to reach out to be and his touch burned and I just-” Kai takes a breath, not choking back a sob, he doesn't cry, has long since forgone the action, but sometimes he wishes he would, thinks it would be easier to let out his emotions that way. 

“Our powers react to our emotions, they act up in defense of us, he burned me, he was scared of me” Kai admits, he hates the words that roll off his tongue, like venom that he desperately needs to spit out before it infiltrates his veins and overtakes his mortal body. “Was he scared of you, or was he scared that you would leave?” Kyu asks after a moment of silence, when she'd taken in her brother's words, Kai’s mind stops. 

“He was scared” is all he says, like he's confirming the situation to himself, “I can't - I can't have him being scared because of me” he finishes, no matter why, he doesn't want to mix any negative feelings with Felix's positive ones, he would rather drown himself in the river styx. 

“Kai,“ his sister sighs, as if she's talking to a child her voice is gentle, yet not demeaning, it still doesn't make him feel better, “I promise you he wasn't scared of you, I know what being scared of someone you love looks like- and the Felix I saw before I came here was a mess of a man filled with loss. If he was scared of losing you- then that isn't a bad thing. Being scared to lose someone is what it is to be in love, you're scared and yet you still dive in anyway, because you'll be with them. Kai from what I saw, Felix isn't better off without you, not in the way you think he is.“

Kai lets her words sink in each sentence sitting heavier on his chest, “you want me to talk to him” Kai doesn't ask, his words are a statement, he knows his sister, and while she would never push him she was very persistent. Kai stands up, already accepting the fact that he needs to fix his mistake of calling what happened a mistake, but she stops him. “Don't go no, It's dark out, go in the morning, when the sun is bright, meet him in his domain, an olive branch of sorts. Show him you're willing to be vulnerable, it'll mean a lot more” she stands up, pushing him back softly as she moves to the door, only bidding him a smile goodbye as he nods in response, she knows she needs to leave, to let him

think about what he wants to say, what he needs to say. 

It's strange, he's not even in Felix's room and yet he can feel the heat radiating from it, the wood of the door charred, doorknob melted off, all he has to do is push, one simple push and he'll be able to see Felix. Such a simple action feels so difficult, his arm heavy as if lifting it up to open the door would be the most fatigue-inducing task he'd ever complete. 

There are no sounds coming from Felix's room, he didn't expect that, he'd expected screaming, crying even just heavy breathing and yet it's completely silent. The silence of the room is louder than his own heartbeat. His body leads when his mind is dull, walking through the door, it's second nature for his body, instinct to walk into Felix's room. Many nights spent laughing and talking with him, yet in his heart he knows it's different, that nothing will ever be the same despite the outcome of what will happen when he is in this room.

His eyes land on Felix, he's the only solid in the room, sitting atop a once white bed, his clothes burned, bedding black and ashfilled, gold tear tracks running down his face, eyes open and dead, unblinking and staring past Kai, through him. The room is dark, burned down despite the sun shining into it.  Kai mistakes the man before him for a child of the dead, he is unmoving, unblinking, no breath from his bleeding lips, no more tears from his golden rimmed eyes, his hair as dark as Kai’s own shadow. This isn't Felix, not the one he knows, not the one he fell in love with. 

Kai hears the whispers of Minho and I.N behind him, they're worried, rightfully so, but they shouldn't see Felix like this, no one should. Kai doesn't  want others to see what he's done to his light, lest they take it away from him forever. 

He closes the door, a newly formed resolve steeled in his blackened heart, he'll love Felix, even if he needs to burn, because he'd rather die in Felix's flames, than watch him succumb to his own. No one knows what was said that morning, what happened that day, it's a secret, a moment in time shared only between the two, a moment not even seen nor heard by the sun, one just for them. 

No one else was in the room where it happened, but that's a good thing, for the forced solitude of darkness and light brought forth a new beginning for the pair, one rocky, one painful and filled with heartache, but a beautiful path nonetheless. 

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Taglist: @seongsangssbitch @leezanetheofficial @idkwhatto-namethis

[thomas-jopson]

*jopson giggles at the other’s joke, even if he is stewing in post-coital misery.

the cockstand doesn’t go unnoticed by him…

he will see to it when he hopefully kicks the lieutenant out with his hard boot*

Thank you, sir.

*but he doesn’t want to speak with this distance between them—

so he works himself off the bed to tiptoe behind crozier.

He puts his hands on both sides of the captain’s arms and jopson presses his forehead into his back.

he is trying to think of how best to phrase this*

Can…

Can we…

*he was muttering into the man’s shoulder, but quickly directs his mouth next to the captain’s ear and cupping his hand so the lieutenant cannot hear*

May… we be wed…soon…?

Like…

take tomorrow to plan it, the day after too, if need be, so we can have the ceremony in two days type-of-soon?

*it was always aching in the back of his mind, this need to be wed officially

even if in Jopson’s mind, they have been married since Antarctica…

it is just that Crozier didn’t realize that was so until this year.

but he reckons that this hastiness to be tied down is probably because of how it affects other people. Good men will think twice before trying something when you have a ring on your favor…

and you can weed out the bad men by their disregard of the situation they are trying to get into.

It would change things, in Jopson’s mind.

And he doesn’t enjoy change… but…

It will be easier to stomach when he has his world beside him.

…

Marriage is a very final decision to men like Jopson.

Like what his parents had done.

They had many hiccups along the way…

but they were married, so it didn’t matter.

They had fallen out of love, but it didn’t matter.

They had kids to raise, so it didn’t matter.

Jopson doesn’t feel worthy of affection…

…

but it didn’t matter.

He would be married, so it didn’t matter.

He doesn’t share all of his parents sentiments, however.

He would overhear his mother complain sometimes… about how she wishes she’d have said no if she knew it meant being tied to the housework.

He would overhear his father complain sometimes… about how he wishes he’d have never proposed if he knew it meant being tied down socially.

But Jopson doesn’t mind either prospects.

He doesn’t.

Not if it’s Francis Crozier serving as his anchor.*

Thomas, do you… still want me to bathe you?

*he’s rolled up his shirtsleeves and is awkwardly holding a dripping sponge. He looks younger in this hesitation. Open and vulnerable, mouth twitching, uncertain if he should smile.*

*he offers an… incredibly exhausted smile*

Yes…

*his head lolls back unconsciously— from a lack of motor awareness… to look at his captain*

Wash me… Francis,

…

my love. Wash me… clean me…

I feel so dirty…

*he feels a bone deep tiredness within him, everything lax.

everything attuned to Crozier.*

[yellowocaballero]

I just realized b&l was Brad and luida and not some other obscure terminology... I feel dumb now (and sad that while knives was growing up w parents vash just had Conrad... Somewhere out there is an au where both twins get to grow up with Brad and luida... Tho idk if both would survive the process... 😨)

EXTREMELY LATE REPLY SRY

Vash is partly Like That because nobody has ever told him 'no' in his life. Rem and Knives were indulgent, Conrad pulled an Alfred and never saw himself as Vash's parent despite being the only adult a little kid had and as such never tried to discipline him or control his behavior, and the GHG are all yes-men who worship him. Vash is spoiled and gets whatever he wants, and expects himself to get whatever he wants. You have to contrast the entitlement to canon Knives, who also gets what he wants because nobody can tell him no. I wanted to make it clear that 14yo Knives was very close to being the actual, canon Knives - that he was a murderous jerk who hated humans and thought they were a scourge on humanity too. Knives is good instead of bad because of B&L & the choices he made, just like Vash is bad instead of good because of Conrad & the justifications he gave himself.

All that to say - B&L would have absolutely prevented Vash from going so bad. They couldn't have stopped the voices, but they could have taught him how to cope with them and make the right choices. Humanity's biggest problem could have been averted if Brad just grounded him. It was important to me to establish that Vash didn't do the things he did because he was sick, because that's a super shitty message to send - he did what he did because he wanted to hurt people, and decided to believe whatever he needed to believe that would allow him to keep hurting people.

But yes, Vash was a troubled kid who deserved a B&L. Vash's story is ultimately a very sad one. It's why I couldn't bring myself to kill him - it wouldn't have been satisfying at all to punish him so ultimately. Even if he probably deserved it. Thanks for reading & the ask!!!

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Bruh emotional support ghost kid? Well thats what they are calling him

Suicide cases in gothem are about to fucking plummet boiz cause this one weird blue eyes, black haired boy is now heading to your location.

How does he know where to be? Having a bad day and are all alone? No the fuck your not cause don’t turn around now but theres some shiny blue eyes coming at you from that dark ally. Oh shit hes here to drop some information about you and your lost loved ones that he should know. Oh god the closure. How could you have been afraid on this sweet, creepy, boy who just helped you find your way.

Meanwhile Danny is chillin in Gothem cause the GIW hate it there (none of they equipment actually functions in Gothem so it’s either super haunted or actually not haunted at all). Then all of a sudden he gets approached by a random ghost begging for his help because their sweet baby girl is about to do something horrible. Oops now all the ghosts are following their most loved ones around just to make sure they are there to rush to Danny for help when all else fails. Now hes getting to fulfil his protection obsession double time because one hes helping protect people from themselves and two hes protecting everyone in Gothem by stopping people from becoming villains for revenge. Plus he gets to see first hand how hes making a difference because all those people he saved are sending him some good vibes from all across Gothem.

Thank god he followed Jazz around so much to slightly absorb some of her phycology knowledge over the years. Plus it was actually pretty interesting so she gave him her old text books. Shes also helping him deal with the rare events where he can’t save someone. Just a moment too late or he stops them but they later succeeded in the hospital. Neither are his fault. Now only if he could convince his core of that.

Anyway why Gothem you ask? Amity Park would have been just as good tbh but imagine Batmans face when he finally gets to be face to face with the emotional support ghost boy. Why is he here? Bruce is fine. Batman is fine. Hes not gonna do anything crazy. It’s just a hard time of year. Around their death always gives him grief. But hes an adult and can manage it.

“You know they are so proud of you.” The boy states. As if it’s clear as day, even though it’s Gothem and never a clear day. Batman blinks at him, stunned for a moment. “What?” This boy can’t possibly know that. No one will ever know that, Bruce can only hope. “They see their home, full of such life. That big house that felt so empty, so cold, to them as well for years. Then you filled it with Family and Love like they had always wanted for you. They are so proud of what you have turned it into. Somewhere full of life and warmth.” A small smile graces his face as finally “you have made your parents so proud” and its all he can do to contain himself. Emotions are running high and sue him because he really did need to hear that ok. The boy suddenly looks to Bruces right with a confused face “aren’t all basements like that though?” Before Bruce can even get a word in hes gone. Just vanished before his eyes.