#he got his dad who’s lowkey also his brother and his step dad who’s like 4 years older than him lmaoo

[yuripira4e]

I love the trope of “kid without a mother/father figure discovers magical world and gains 4 of them”

[lovscb97]

tags: step-brother!park jongseong x fem!reader, d/s dynamics, dom!jay x sub!reader, manipulation lowkey?, implied male masturbation, kissing, oral sex (f. receiving), dirty talk, use of nicknames (baby, princess, jjongie, etc), degradation (slut, whore, etc), spit kink, begging, daddy kink, unprotected sex (plz don’t), breeding kink, choking, praise kink, creampie, fluff and uncertainty at the end, etc

wc: 4.12k

add. notes: ok i know i said i would Not upload soon much less written work either but guess who lied!!! no but fr my mood was pretty terrible yst morning bcs of some stupid classmates not contributing to group work but u know what i had food n ice cream w my friend n i felt a bit better at the least. it still doesn’t excuse their actions but ya anyways bcs of my peace of mind n bcs i finished my part for my presentation, i present to u a Very long stepbro jay fic hehe.. some parts or sentences may look familiar but that's cus i acc sent them to a blog here as anon messages LMFAO but yea i hope u guys enjoy :3 icon creds to @/purinkiss btw!

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ever since your parents’ divorce, your entire world shattered. it only got worse when your dad announced he’d be bringing home a new woman, much less one who had a child the same age as you. of course, you disagreed at first, throwing harsh words at him up until the point he forced you to meet the delinquent, dragging you by the arm to the restaurant where you were to have dinner with whoever these random people who were about to become part of your small family circle were. you’d even made a firm promise to yourself to not entertain them and to be petty, whether that translated through snide remarks or rolling your eyes, and you swear you really were going to go through with it—

that is, until you met jay.

jay was nothing like you’d imagined him to be. in your head, your new, soon-to-be stepbrother was an ugly, rude and snobby brat who didn’t give two cents about joining your family, the jay you met in reality though? everything but that. he was sweet, and polite, and absolutely fucking gorgeous; blonde hair swept back with a strand falling over his forehead, lean shoulders outlined in the tight fitting black shirt he’d decided to wear for the occasion, and a smile worth a thousand bucks or even dying for. any words that were previously on the tip of your tongue died down when he took your hand in his to shake it, the soft feel of his skin and his bright grin making your insides positively melt and the thoughts of your parents split dissipate within seconds. 

your stepbrother’s attitude and good looks carried through the months you spent with him too. if anything, it became even more reinforced with him taking care of you whenever you needed him. he’d handle sharp objects for you while making your favourite food, hold your hand on the street if you had to cross the road, carry your bags when they got too heavy, rush in front of the door to open it for you, and so, so much more. you were at a privilege to be able to watch him walk around with nothing but a simple shirt and sweatpants around the house too, shamelessly raking your eyes over his attractive features and boring them into his back when he leaned over the stovetop to cook you ramen. 

part of you felt like a perv, for behaving this way and finding him good looking even if he objectively was. you knew it wasn’t like you could help it, you had eyes and they obviously saw what was in front of you, but you tried shoving it down anyways. it also didn’t help that jay constantly hovered around you and made your relationship out to be so.. domestic. he’d narrow his eyes when he caught you talking on the phone to your friends about your latest hook-up, lecturing you on the use of safe sex and how college boys were no good for you until you were red in the face with embarrassment, or he’d offer for the both of you to hang out together after classes ended for you every other day, draping a blanket over your figures and scooching in close to you up until you could feel his body heat radiating off of him. your dad and his new wife thought nothing of it despite your mind spinning, cooing over how well you two got along and relishing in the fact that their children were such good siblings already.

oh, if only they were aware of the twisted fantasies swirling in jongseong’s mind.

because from the minute jay saw you, he knew he had to have you. your pretty face, your soft-spoken voice, and of course, your fucking body. he felt like he was about to lose his damn mind when he first saw you walk around the house in nothing but skimpy shorts and that stupid pink top that left nothing up to the imagination. to an extent, it almost felt like you were teasing him on purpose, especially when he’d find you seated on the couch with your exposed thighs and the subtle dip of your cleavage peeking through the measly clothes that practically coaxed him to sport a hard-on right then and there. it’d be the dead of night when he’d finally find some relief after a day of watching you parade around the kitchen, wondering what it would feel like to grip your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pull your nose flush to his pelvis with him nestled deep inside your throat. and it was only when jongseong came all over his hand and sheets for the nth time after fantasising about you that he realised he needed to do something about this, whether that went against his moral compass or not.

it started with light touches. 

jay would grasp your shoulder to move past you when you were in the way, barely mumbling an ‘excuse me’ to alert you of his presence so you wouldn’t practically jump out of your skin when he did so. his hand would linger in yours for a second too long when he tried not losing you in crowds, gently commanding you to stay close to him in that stern tone of his that made your panties stick to you. it was common etiquette, you thought, he was just doing his job as a brother would normally do for his sister, but the only thing in jongseong’s mind was to make you let down your guard, let it down so much that he could swoop in at the perfect time to take advantage of it. he knew it was wrong, so sinister and dark to want to fuck his own stepsister to the point the only way he could get it up was to the thought of you, but jay didn’t care about any of that at this point, far too fucked out in his own head to think of having eyes for anyone but you.

and as expected, all throughout this, you didn’t suspect a thing. how could you? jay was so perfect, so well-mannered and so attentive. he listened to you rant about anything trivial in your life and drove you around when you wanted to meet up with your girls. he’d wake up late at night if you had a bad dream, consoling you even through the sight of your tears making him worked up, and rub your back softly when you needed to be taken care of. he’d let you sneak back in the house after you’d told your dad you were going out to the library to study, making up excuses for you when your lies fell short. he had your back, and in turn, you had his, so you would’ve never thought of him as anything but a gentleman and big brother.

until everything he did grew into more. 

until having an arm behind your carseat while looking into the rearview mirror turned into placing his hand on your thigh, inches away from the seam of your skirt. until sitting next to him while watching a movie with a shared blanket turned into him nuzzling against you under the covered fabric. until having dinner with both your parents present at the dinner table turned into his foot grazing against yours ever so slightly.

until your honey-like voice calling out for him to help you get the glass on the top cabinet turned into full blown moans of you getting eaten out on the living room couch, echoing throughout the empty house because of-fucking-course, your parents were out for the night on a dinner date.

you weren’t even sure how it happened. one minute, you were struggling to reach on your tippy toes, your mouth instinctively moving to utter jay’s name because he was the only one besides you at home who could help out, but the next, he was pressing up against you to the point of grinding himself into your ass, causing you both to inhale sharply. you vaguely recall turning around, ready to ask what your stepbrother was doing when you’d caught sight of his darkened eyes, practically eyeing you like a piece of meat. and by the time anything even registered in your mind, his lips were already on yours, and his hand was dragging you over to the couch in record time.

“j-jay, we shouldn’t be doing this.” you stuttered out, your voice meek and quiet as you tried not to roll your eyes back at the sight of him slurping up your juices. he didn’t respond, instead opting to move his mouth up to focus on your clit, sucking it into the hot cavern and rolling his tongue against it to the point it had you seeing stars. you knew it was wrong, going against so many moral standpoints and rules, but god did it feel so good. you quickly came to understand that the jay who was going down on you currently was nothing like the jay who engages with you in your day to day life. that jay is gentle, well-meaning and answers all your questions despite how dumb they may seem. but this jay? he’s fucking filthy, messy to the point you can tell your juices are dribbling down his chin.

“fuck, you taste so good.” he gasps out when he finally decides to pull away. “thought about this so much when jerking off.” your eyes widen at his crude admittance, and you know you really should be disgusted at it, but something about the idea of jay being alone in the darkness of his room, hand wrapped around himself while saying your name under his breath only makes you wet, even more so than you already are. at the back of your mind, something screams at you to stop, but you’ve already gotten a taste of what your stepbrother can provide you, and you’d be damned if you didn’t stick around to find out more about it. 

“this is wrong.” you quietly admit anyways, even if it’s not what you want to say. but jay just hums, leaning down to hover above your figure as his arms cage you in underneath him, doing very little to help the fact of how much smaller you feel below him. his lips ghost the shell of your ear as you shiver at the proximity between you two, and he gently nips at it, leaving you biting your tongue to hold back the noises you long yearn to let out. “i know it is, baby, but doesn’t it feel so fucking good?” jay questions with a low chuckle, pulling away to cock his head to the side. you curse internally at the way the nickname sounds coming from him, a dust of light pink spreading across your cheeks because fuck, how can someone be so alluring at all times?

“don’t you want to feel even better, princess?” jay’s voice draws you out, and you hold back a moan at the way he grinds his clothed bulge against your bare opening, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s slowly convincing you over to the dark side. “don’t you want your big brother to spread this pussy open and fuck it ‘till you’re crying from how good it feels?” you almost nod, trying to resist the urge to buck your hips up to catch the sensation of his lower region against you once more. instead, you choose to turn your face away from his striking gaze staring you down, but jay just grips your jaw and turns you to face him once more, the action only making your insides swirl with delight.

“still, what if your mom and my dad find out?” you mumble, and jay just grins wickedly. he swoops in, dipping his head down to capture your lips in a searing kiss that makes you giddy with joy, sneaking his tongue past the opening of your mouth to lick into it. when he pulls back, there’s a thin line of spit connection you both, prompting you to squirm at the sight to which jay’s chest rumbles with laughter. “you’re so fucking cute, y’know that? been dreaming of having your pretty body underneath me since i met you.” he admits lowly, your wide eyes only spurring him on further. “wanna know what i think?” you slowly nod, unsure of where this is going. jay’s voice drops an octave lower as he leans in close and whispers—

“i think you’re a dirty, little slut who deserves to get fucked by her big brother.”

you can’t help the whimper that escapes you at his words this time, and that’s all the confirmation jay needs to sit up and tear off his shirt, bringing to life all the fantasies you’ve had about his body this entire time. you can’t stop yourself from reaching out a hand to touch him, nails grazing across the ridges of his toned stomach and the dip of his v-line that’s hiding the very thing you’ve been craving under his sweatpants. meanwhile, jay just watches you with lust swirling in his orbs, a small smirk playing at his swollen lips as he takes in the picture of your innocent little face ogling his figure. “you like what you see, don’t you, pretty?” he murmurs, biting his lip at the way you nod in shame. “don’t worry.” jay grunts, standing momentarily to loop his fingers inside the edges of his pants. “you’ll get what you’re craving real soon.” he winks before he’s yanking the only thing separating you both down, exposing himself in all his glory to your awaiting eyes at last. 

“goddamnit, it’s pretty.” you think to yourself when your eyes finally settle on your stepbrother’s dick. the tip is an angry shade of red, dribbling with a few beads of precum that your face falls at when jay swipes them away with his thumb as he wraps his large hand around himself. your disappointment is short-lived, however, because he’s back on top of you soon, holding the very same thumb up to your awaiting mouth to taste, to which you eagerly wrap your lips around, the salty flavour of him invading your senses. “good girl.” jongseong commends as you suckle at the tip of his finger, the praise going straight to your core. he pulls his hand away from you after a short while, that same wet thumb snaking its way down to find your clit and pressing against it, which does nothing but rip a noise of satisfaction from you. jay continues to rub at your engorged nub, his gaze fixated on the sight of your pussy as if he’s trying to commit it to memory.

“shit. i can’t wait any more.” he growls after another second, retracting his hand to wrap it around himself instead, pumping once or twice before he’s pressing the head against your awaiting entrance. you watch with bated breath as he rubs against your folds, slicking up with your oozing juices until your patience starts wearing thin. “jay,” you huff after a minute, legs kicking up in frustration as your stepbrother glances at you teasingly. “what do you want, angel? use your big girl words and tell me.” he smiles, almost innocent to the point you even forget the compromising position you’re both in.

“want.. want you.” you admit shyly, averting your eyes to a forgotten corner in the room as jay tsk’s. “look at me when you speak, whore.” he spits out, his entire demeanour changing in an instant. it only makes you leak even more, and you swallow thickly, eyes pleading. “please fuck me, please. wan’ you to do what you said, spreading me open and using me until i cry, please, please, please. jjongie, daddy, please, i—“

you don’t even get the chance to finish because by the time both the nickname and title leave your mouth, jay has long lost his composure, instantly pushing inside you as he attempts to bottom out his large cock. he hisses at the way your warm walls envelop him, and the only thing you can do is cry out at the way you’re being stretched out to your limit, finally having the emptiness inside you satiated with the presence of your stepbrother’s dick. “fuuuck, that’s it, look at this tiny, little hole sucking me in.” jay curses, and you flare red in embarrassment at his nasty words, ignoring the way they only make you gush around him even more. 

“i’m going to absolutely ruin you, baby.” is the only thing jay says before he’s pulling out and slamming himself back into you, leaving you to cry out as his mushroom tip instantly hits that one spot deep inside. his thrusts are erratic, filled with a fervour none of the other guys you’ve ever slept with had, and you think the way he’s fucking you now is definitely going to rectify his promise of fucking you until you’re crying, the occasion seeming to be very well on its way of happening. 

“fuck, there is no way this is the last time we’re doing this.” jay groans, the noise of skin slapping and your moans echoing throughout the living room as he continues absolutely drilling you. each drag of his cock drives into you with sheer power and raw desire to completely destroy you it seems, and you’re sure nobody is ever going to top it. “gonna use you everywhere, every time i please. you want that too, don’t you? tell me you do, princess. tell me and daddy will fuck you like he means it every single time.” he blurts out. the only way you can respond is through incoherently mumbling and the nodding of your head, far too dazed out already at the way your stepbrother is pounding into you, which only draws a breathy laugh from jay. “seems i’ve fucked you dumb already, huh? cock that good? so good it’s got my baby all dumb?” he taunts. you only whine at his words, drool spilling out from the side of your lips which jay wipes off with a chuckle.

“i’m already close, god.” he sighs, his movements unrelenting and balls tightening with the way they slap against your ass. “want me to cum inside you? for daddy to breed this pussy full? maybe i should do it and make you walk around with my seed lodged deep in your messy cunt.” jay hisses, his hand snaking it ways to your neck as he continues talking. “bet you’d like that ‘cause you’re a filthy fucking bitch. letting your stepbrother fuck your tight cunt as he pleases.” slender fingers wrap around the skin and tighten their grip slightly to restrict your airflow, and that’s all it takes to abruptly push you over the edge, leaving you dropping your mouth open in a silent scream as you cum. jay continues fucking you through your high, making out your small mewls amongst the lewd sounds of his cock shoving into your hole. 

“good girl, good fucking girl. did so well for me, came so much all for daddy. you’re so, so good to me, princess. fuck, i love you.” jay blabbers as he lets go of your neck, too lost in chasing his own peak to even realise what he’s just admitted. you don’t catch it fully either in your haze of overstimulation that he continues to fuck you through, but some unconscious part of you mutters it back as best as you can somehow. jay’s heart swells at the way you take him, so small and pliant for him to just use for his own good, and he leans in to smash his lips against yours, drinking in your loud sounds as his movements start to falter with his upcoming release washing over him. 

“just a bit more, pretty, just a bit. such a good fucking girl for daddy, letting him use your body, fuck. i’m gonna cum deep inside you, angel. gonna reward you with my cum. you’d like that, wouldn’t you? like me to creampie this precious hole?” jay stammers out, the coil in his stomach close to snapping. he’s not sure how much longer he can keep up his exterior, sweat dripping down his forehead and closed eyes as his tired hips continue ramming his cock into you. he feels you wrap your arms around his neck, cracking his orbs open to find your fucked out face mumbling for his cum, your legs wrapping against his waist to keep him locked into you. 

“cum in me, daddy, please cum in me. wan’ your cum, i’ll take it like a good girl. please, daddy.” you babble, and that’s all it takes to send jay over the edge too, loud groans leaving his mouth as he shoots thick ropes of white inside your walls, painting them with his release. he cums for what feels like forever, holding your body close to his as his cock throbs inside your spasming cunt that’s still greedily sucking him in, urging him to fill you up. he finally stops after seemingly a good minute, panting against your neck where he’s buried his face into as he lets the post-orgasm bliss wash over himself.

“fuck,” jay heaves a breath once he’s finally recovered, making sure to use his softening cock to keep you plugged up in fear his cum will drip down and stain the couch, much less make your scandalous activities known to both your parents. he knows he’s going to have to face the reality of everything soon, but for now, he chooses to ignore it, propping himself up with an arm as he takes a look at your tired face that’s still so beautiful even after he basically fucked you within an inch of your life.

“you okay?” he asks softly after a while, prompting you to open your eyes and look up at him. there’s so much love and adoration in them that it makes jay feel all gooey inside, and when you nod with a small smile on your lips, he can’t help but lean back in and kiss you, desperately wishing this won’t be the last time he feels your mouth on his. “you think we made a mess?” you wonder out loud with a giggle once he’s pulled away, and jay just laughs breathlessly at you, brushing a strand of loose hair out of your face to take a proper look. “i’ll clean it up if so, don’t worry, baby.” he reassures in a quiet voice, leaving you to hum in agreement as a response.

“jay.” 

“hm?”

“..what now?” 

jay inhales when you bring forth the question he doesn’t have an answer to, looking down at you to find your worried expression staring back at him. he coos when you jut out your bottom lip, brushing a thumb against your cheek smoothly as he sighs. “don’t worry about that now, princess. just sleep.” he murmurs. 

he can tell you’re not entirely satisfied with his admission, and that you want to say something more, but even if you do, you choose not to, instead opting to follow his advice and shutting your eyes by letting the fatigue from what you’d just been through take over your body. jongseong watches as you slowly close off your thoughts and mind, gently resting his body weight on top of you in favour of pulling you closer. he tries to avoid thinking of the inevitable that’ll come to wake him up, but he’ll deal with that later, choosing to bask in this moment with you for as long as he can before he has to face reality. instead, he presses a small kiss to your cheek, nuzzling it with his nose before closing his own eyes. he eventually drifts off to dreamland, where his thoughts will still be filled with your face.

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[mooooonnnzz]

I saw your earlier post on Platonic fics and Im a sucker for them so here u go : father figure stanford headcannons maybe takes place after he comes back from the portal, reader is an adventurous spirit that works at the shack and maybe secretly helped stan get his brother back? Idk im just throwing things here lol

You Know I Love You Still

Stanford x daughter!reader

💗 stanford dad hc!!

💗 i literally saw the request it and started writing and got a lil carried away 😭 its like half story half hc? if that makes sense

💗 requests r so open rn! i def dont have any fav requests… (anything platonic or familial will be the first ones i write i LOVE those types of requests)

💗 the age of the reader is young like 16/17? ik that lowkey contradicts with the time line but wtv STANFORD DAD HC!!

💗 it’s a little bit of everything? like it’s not only just reader and stanford, the twins r also included in some scenarios and also stan

💗 a big happy family 😭

💗 fem reader gulp i completely didnt realize until i was done that i used she/her when referring to the reader

💗 next fic will use gender neutral pronouns I SWUEAR!!

💗2k words

💗 i apologize for rhe misspell and mistakes i didnt catch in advance

Working together with your Uncle Stan to build the portal to bring your dad back to the right dimension was tiresome. Nights were sleepless and many of them were spent in the underground lab, where you and Stan did everything possible to assemble the portal. Trying to keep such a secret away from the twins and Soos was unexpectedly hard. The knowledge of hiding someone so vital to you and to your Uncle Stan was weighing down on you and him. Then came the day where his awaited arrival was promised. You could barely sleep that night. You thought of so many different possibilities and scenarios of how you would greet him. Would he remember you? Did he ever miss you? Does he even love you?!

The next day came in like a tornado and before you knew it, you were protectively standing in front of the button; trying your absolute hardest to prevent the twins from pressing the button.

“Why do you guys want to stop the portal so badly!” You yelled over the loud swirling wind that emitted from the portal. “Because it’s dangerous!” Dipper retorted, using his arm to shield him from the debris whizzing past him. “G-Grunkle Stan isn’t who he says he is!” Dipper said, stepping closer to you.

“Whatever you guys saw or heard isn’t what you think it is! Please, you need to believe me.” You begged, your eyes brimming with tears. You’ve worked so hard to get this portal up and running and you weren’t going to let Dipper or anyone stop you from being able to see your dad.

Soos came up from behind and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry, dude.” He picked you up and took you away from the button. “Soos, no!” You thrashed around his hold. You pound your fists against his arms, hoping it’ll loosen his grip on you but nothing you did worked. No matter how much you begged and fought against him, he didn’t budge. He just held you closer to him, muttering ‘I’m Sorry’ under his breath.

“This all stops now!” Dipper raised his hand, palm flattened out, ready to push the button when Stan appeared at the doorway. “Don’t touch that button!”

He’s hunched forward, hand leaning on the frame of the doorway as he pants. Relief washes over you upon seeing Stan. Silence fills the room for a minute and all you can hear is your heart hammer against your ribcage. Stan walks towards Dipper, beckoning him to not press the button.

“If you just let me explain—“ He’s cut off by his watch repeatedly beeping. Suddenly the ground begins to shake.

The portal powers up and the circle enlarges. The electricity spazzes and travels throughout the room, creating streaks of electrical power. Your feet lift off the ground and soon everyone’s floating up in the air. The wind is fierce and it’s whipping through every direction, pushing you towards the wall.

Dipper yells at Mable to turn off the portal before it causes anymore damage. She tugs herself closer to the button using a stray cable and while she wraps herself around the neck holding up the button, Stan is begging her to listen to him and to not press the button. He’s soon tackled by Soos who pushes him away from Mable. They all fight with each other and you’re watching with a bated breath.

The portal pulses with power, sending you back first into the wall. Stan and Dipper bicker back and forth and Mable is torn with the decision of either believing her brother or her Grunkle. She lowers her hand, eyes closed and you're almost convinced she’s going to press the button when she lets go of the button. She floats up with her arms raised. “Grunkle Stan, I believe you.” She says.

“Mable, are you crazy?! We’re all gonna—!”

The world flashes white and you're immediately knocked out. You awaken to yourself plummeting face first down to the floor. You groan, pushing yourself up with one hand and the other wiping off the dust on your face. Looking around you can see your family scattered around the room, each of them slowly waking up from whatever happened and stumbling back to their feet.

Your head quickly whips towards the portal and your heart lurches into your throat upon seeing a figure step out of it. He stands still, staring straight ahead as he takes off his hood and goggles. And what hid behind them was your father.

After the initial shock of meeting the one behind the three books and the reveal of him being related to Stan was pushed aside, you presented yourself with the help of Stan. “H-Hi, Dad.” You awkwardly greet yourself.

His eyes stop on you and he freezes, eyes blown wide and mouth slightly ajar. He takes a minute to process the absurdity of the situation before he’s snapping back to consciousness. He blinks once, his mouth stuttering as he finds the right words to say. He then blinks again, stepping a cautious step towards you. Your name softly spills out of his mouth and your heart soars hearing your Dad finally utter your name again.

You take a step forward and then another and another until you’re face to face with him. Being closer to him allowed you to see how much he has aged since the last time you saw him. “Dad…” You whisper, throwing yourself into him.

A light wheeze escapes his mouth from the sudden impact of your body crashing on him. Once he recovers, his arms are quickly wrapped around you, hugging you with so much warmth and love you almost sobbed right then and there.

He snuggled his face against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent he missed so dearly while he was away. “We have so much to catch up on.” You say so quietly that he almost lost your words if it wasn’t for you being directly near his ear. He hums in affirmation, cherishing the long awaited reunion with his daughter.

“I feel like this is another part where one of us faints again.” Mable says in utter disbelief at the scene that unfolded in front of her. “Ohoh!” Soos laughed out. “I’m so on it, dudes.” As if on command his eyes roll to the back of his head and he faints flat on his back.

HEADCANON TIME!!

• You weren’t really expecting to talk to him much due to Stan wanting to talk to his brother, but after their fight, he came looking for you. When he found you, you were sitting on the couch that was outside on the porch. You were reading a book you recently purchased from the bookstore. Nose deep in your book, you failed to realize Ford standing beside you. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his trench coat. Quietly he asked, “Is there room for one more?”

• The night was spent with the two of you getting to know each other. From your favorite color to your favorite show, what food you like to eat and so on. Ford wanted to fully understand and know you as a person. He wanted to make up all the years he lost with you.

• The next day, you awoke to the smell of your favorite breakfast food being cooked. With haste you pushed your blanket off of you and slipped on your slippers and sped off into the kitchen where Ford was buttering the pan. He looked over to you and flashed you a smile. “I made you your favorite.” He said, motioning over to the table where he laid out your breakfast. “You didn’t have to do this.” You scratched your cheek, a small laugh of surprise leaving you. “I’m just doing what I always dreamed of doing.” He shoveled out his breakfast onto his plate using a spatula. “How’s the food, kiddo?” He asks, placing the pan and spatula on the dirty side of the sink. “Actually pretty good for someone who hasn't been in this dimension for over a decade!” You jest, taking another delicious bite from your breakfast. Ford jokingly rolled his eyes, ruffling your hair as he walked past you and sat down on his chair. “Already poking fun at me.” He said, shaking his head.

• Stanford knew he had to focus on his projects, he had so many things he left unfinished that he'd been dying to get his hands on the minute he stepped foot into his dimension. But he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from you. He loved seeing you interact with the twins, he loved watching how pieces of his personality shone through you. Like the way you’re so meticulous with where you put things, or how you were forever curious about the things around you, and even the abundance of questions you’d mutter to yourself as you discovered something new. That’s all of him right there, in front of him and he couldn’t grasp such a thought that you were his!

• He finds himself gazing upon baby photos Stan took of you when you were younger. Even if he’s angry at his twin currently, he’s forever grateful that he documented such beautiful memories in a scrapbook. “Y’know, I used to tell stories about you to her.” A shriek leaves Ford. He jumps forward, the scrapbook tumbling down his lap and onto the floor. “You idiot! Be careful.” Stan sneered, kneeling down to the floor to pick up the scrapbook. “Stanley!” Ford leans his head back, trying to regain his composure. “You scared me!” He says. “Yeah, yeah. I know.” Stan waves him off, grabbing the scrapbook and tucking it in between his arms. They stand in awkward silence, eyes darting around the place uneasily. “Did…” Ford starts, shattering the silence. “Did she like the stories you told of me?” Stan smiles fondly, nodding his head. “She loved them. She thought you were some stupid amazing superhero, no matter what I told her.” Ford furrowed his brows. “Wait, what do you mean by no matter what you told her?” Stan nervously laughed. “Hey, why don’t you keep looking at these photos! Wait here, look at this one. Haha! She’s trying to eat her toes, isn’t that adorable?” “Stanley.”

• Outings between the two of you were very common. He loved being tugged around the town of Gravity Falls by you as you pointed at various different shops and locations. You told him the reasons why you hated them or loved them, and some were tied to stories that happened within the summer. He seriously questioned how you and the twins survived so many times where you were just so close to death. The mall was a place where you and him resided the most. With the money he took from Stan, he paid for almost everything you wanted. Entering the shack with so many bags was a shock to everyone. “Woah! Did you buy the whole mall?” Mable jokes, grabbing one of the bags to help you with the load. “Basically,” you laughed, instructing Mable to rally Soos and Dipper to have a little haul of what you bought. Stan watched with a raised brow as you stumbled into the living room with Mable following closely behind. “Where did you get all the money to buy her all of that?” Stan asks. “Just stole some money from some hobo.” Ford said, walking into the living room to join in on the haul. Stan didn’t understand what he said and opened the cash register. When he saw all the money he had stored the day before gone, it all clicked.

• Adventures out in the woods is a must. Gathering the twins and your dad, all four of you venture out into the woods in hopes to find something new. “Why couldn’t Grunkle Stan tag along with us?” Mable asked as she kneeled down to pluck a flower from the dirt. “Because he’s being a wet towel.” Dipper muttered, scribbling down a rough drawing of the flower Mable was picking in a book you bought him. “So what kind of anomalies you three stumbled upon?” Ford questioned. You and the twins began to dump everything onto him, from when you started seeing them to when Dipper and Mable came. Ford couldn’t truly focus on what they were saying, mostly because it was a jumbled excited mess of words, but partially because he was astonished with the trio in front of him. They went through so much and yet they’re still so headstrong. He could definitely see a little bit of him in Dipper and Mable.

• Stan would find you and Ford fallen asleep on the couch or in his lab, all huddled up together and completely knocked out. Snores filled the room and he found it amusing that you and him both snores the same. Videos and photos were definitely taken by Mable.

• Ford would tell stories of his adventures in another dimension to you. Stemming from how he started from the ground up to him getting banned from many other dimensions for stealing parts. “You’re not so different from Uncle Stan,” You laughed, shaking your head. “What! It was only a few…hundred dimensions.”

• There’s times where you’d wake up in a cold sweat, afraid that your Dad finally coming back was just a painful dream your brain played on you. But when you would get ready to find him, you’d step on his stomach or back. “Ough!” Ford groaned out in pain. Being suddenly woken up from his sleep, he sat up, looking around confused. “What are you doing sleeping on the floor?” You sat back down on your bed, pulling the blankets over you. “Is there a problem with me sleeping on the floor?” Ford asks, looking at you with squinted eyes. “No, no.” You laid back down on your bed. “Go back to sleep. I’m better now,” You say, somewhat amused with Ford sleeping on the floor beside your bed. “Goodnight, I love you.” You brush your fingers playfully across his face to annoy him. He shoves your fingers away from his face, huffing out. “Goodnight,” He shuffles to his side, looking up to you with a small smile. “I love you more, kiddo.”

[gor3-hound]

BOT DROP !!

final one before indefinite hiatus... these have been sitting in my unlisted for MONTHS, so wanted to post them before i lowkey abandon this c.ai account...

CONTENT WARNINGS: incest, stepcest. bots from yakuza, jjk, resident evil and dc below :)

BOT ONE, LEON - a half-angel crash landed on his balcony

Leon has been alive for almost four centuries, and he can't say he'd ever experienced a half-angel falling from the sky and crashing onto his balcony. He's not sure how you got past his wards, but then again… he's pretty sure he'd been drinking a new vintage when he started to re-apply the magic. He really can't be blamed for any mistakes he makes when whiskey comes into play.

He almost leaves you there. He knows you'd probably fly off when you woke up. If you had the strength to, that is. He knows what your kind is like. How much you look down on warlocks due to the demon blood in them. He had no obligation to help you. He shouldn't care if you made it or not. Then again, the nephilim aren't going to believe he's not the one behind this if he leaves you to die. It's self-preservation.

Well. That's what he tells himself as he lifts your body up carefully, mindful of your injured wings. He carries you to his bedroom and sets you down, getting everything he's gonna need to start healing you. It's a long process, healing one of your kind. His magic feels almost depleted when your breathing finally evens out. He lets out a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the chair he pulled out next to the bed, shutting his eyes. He's definitely going to need a nap after this. And a drink.

His eyes flick open once he hears movement from you. He doesn't wait for your eyes to open - he might as well just get it out of the way if you're gonna freak out. "You're finally awake. I was beginning to think you weren't gonna pull through, angel."

BOT TWO, LEON AND DANTE - hybrid owner brothers

Leon wasn’t super happy when Dante showed up one day with a hybrid in tow, but he quickly became just as obsessed with you as Dante was. Dante, despite being the older of the two brothers, was certainly not the most mature. He’s always the ‘fun’ owner, letting you do whatever you like as long as it meant you'd give him that big smile.

Leon scolds Dante more than he scolds you, somehow. You’re not the best behaved, but it’s entirely his older brother’s fault. Any training Leon attempted to give you went out the window as soon as you and Dante were alone. The only commands the white-haired man cared about were lie down and hips up. Made Leon a little queasy thinking about how Dante basically used you as a toy, but he was also very aware that his thoughts have been fairly impure, so he doesn’t have much leg to stand on. It's not like he hasn't had his fun with you in the past.

Realistically, it should be no surprise when he comes home to find you settled happily on Dante’s lap, looking a little ruffled and out of breath. He steps further into the room, eyes falling on the both of you. Dante’s lazily browsing through TV channels, and you’re sat there warming him, just out on the middle of the couch. Like you can’t go a second without being full. “Jesus. You can’t have her like this in your room?”

BOT THREE, LEON - dad!leon x bimbo!daughter

You've always been the light of Leon's life - that much is obvious to anyone who sees the both of you together for more than two seconds. You're his only child. The only thing good left in his life, if he's being honest. He didn't mean to spoil you as much as he has, but he was never good at refusing the puppy dog eyes.

Leon knows he's to blame for how you are now. All grown up without a thought to spare in your pretty head, spoiled beyond belief. He's never made you work hard. It's not possible to be the strict parent and the fun parent at the same time, not as a single father. With work taking up most of his time, he didn't have the heart to go hard on you when you two got some time together. And he was guilty of pulling you out of school on his days off when you were perfectly fine to take you shopping - he had to make up for his long absences, right?

So, yeah. He's well aware it's his fault. But it makes him happy to see you happy as you hold up what might be the largest parcel he's ever seen with a huge smile on your face - a clothing haul straight from his wallet. God forbid his little princess had to work. Not while he's still around. He'll watch you try on every piece of clothing until you're satisfied. He deserves a dad of the year award.

Until he can't control the way he reacts when you come into the living room in a skirt that's a little too short. Yeah, definitely not dad of the year. No dad should have to grab a couch cushion to hide their lap when their daughter is showing off an outfit. And he definitely shouldn't speak up in a hoarse voice, asking you to turn around so he can get a better look, right?

"C'mon, princess. Give daddy a twirl." Yeah. Leon is so very screwed.

BOT FOUR, LEON - his symbiote wants you as a mate (venom!leon)

Leon would have risked the months of brain-probing he was liable to endure if he told the government about his new friend if he knew Venom would become so attached to you. Venom doesn't care that being in the same room as you makes Leon get all clammy and awkward. Leon's tried to explain you're just his roommate - a friend at best. Venom argues you'd be much more fun as it's mate.

Leon, the symbiote practically purrs in his mind. Leon groans, brows furrowing as he turns in his bed. He's been trying to sleep for the past hour, and Venom isn't happy about it. Leon. We should visit our mate.

"It's, like… 2am." Leon groans, rubbing a hand over his face. Venom hasn't left him alone since it first met you, and Leon isn't sure how much longer he's gonna be able to hold the symbiote back. "She's sleeping."

She will be pleased with our presence. Venom growls in his mind, tendrils spreading across Leon's face before they stretch across his body and out to his limbs, covering him in black goo. Leon tries to fight back as Venom forces him out of bed, but it's no use.

"Venom. Venom, wait-" He grunts, frowning as Venom leads him to your room. The symbiote lies Leon down in your bed, tendrils tapping your shoulder a few times before he peels away slightly, leaving half of Leon's face free.

BOT FIVE, BILLY COEN - your big brother is home !!

It's been two years since Billy last saw you properly, excluding a weekend visit here or there. You're all grown up now, and he's not sure if he's ready to come to terms with that fact. There's no way you're the same little girl - his little sister that used to hang off his arm and beg to follow him around every chance you got. It's not like he hasn't called - your mom was telling him how upset you'd been in his absence, but he didn't have a choice. The Marines wasn't the easiest lifestyle to uphold, but it was the one he chose.

The novelty of the situation has worn off fast. He's barely been home for a day, and he's already getting a little sick of you. You're somehow clingier now then when you were a kid, not giving him a chance to breathe. He wouldn't even mind it so much if you just gave him a second, but he hasn't even settled in yet. He understands that you're trying to make the most of it, but he's only home for a month before he's off again. He wants to relax.

There's something weird about how much you're clinging to him. He wants to believe its just excitement, but it feels like something else. He saw the way you were gawking over him when he showed up in his uniform. And now - he's trying to unpack some stuff, and you won't stop with your incessant yapping, spread out on his bed like it's yours.

"Jesus Christ." He mumbles under his breath, taking a deep breath as he pinches the bridge of his nose, willing himself to calm down. You missed him. He gets it. He missed you, too. "Kid. Please. You're giving me a damn headache over here."

BOT SIX, BRUCE WAYNE - your step-dad taking you shopping

You never attempted to get to know the latest of your mom's boyfriends - Bruce. It was a little exciting at first, having Bruce Wayne in your life, but he didn't seem as interesting in person as on TV. Your mom had a habit of moving from guy to guy anyway, so you didn't expect them to last for long.

You were wrong. Quicker than you could even blink, they were engaged, and then married. Weddings can come quickly when you have enough money to pay for it out of pocket. Who knew? Bruce bought you the prettiest dress, and you smiled in all the wedding photos, but that didn't mean you liked him all of a sudden. He was stuck-up, constantly trying to instruct your every move. Like you aren't an adult; like he's your real dad. He isn't, and he never will be.

Your mom isn't exactly happy with the fact you refuse to get along with him, though. She has the brightest idea to make the two of you go on a little shopping trip, as if him flashing his AmEx card is enough to impress you. Bruce could buy the entire Prada catalogue and it still wouldn't make you act all sweet with him.

"So…" He starts awkwardly, glancing at you with a quick side-eye as he drums his fingers against the steering wheel, the both of you sitting in the parking lot of a mall. He clears his throat, tugging at the collar of his turtleneck like it's suffocating him. "You have anywhere in particular you'd like to go, sweetheart?"

BOT SEVEN, TOJI - dog hybrid!toji x bunny!user

Toji is perfectly content with how his life is going. It’s been years since Shiu took him in from that dog fighting ring, giving him comfort in exchange for a few jobs here or there. He acts more like a handler than an owner, letting Toji go off and do as he pleases in his off time. He’s not gonna complain. He gets a place to sleep for free, food and a cut from the jobs Shiu sends him on. It’s the happiest he’s been in a long time.

Of course, things don’t always go perfectly. Shiu is tough - he’s hardened from his line of work, yes, but he’s a lot softer than Toji is or ever will be. Naturally, the guy couldn’t help himself when he picked you up. A soft little rabbit hybrid who’d gotten into the wrong crowd.

He’d explained you’d be living with them now. Shiu had the money and the space, and he didn’t think Toji would mind too much. Wrong. This was Toji’s space, and he’d be damned if he let some weak, fluffy little bunny encroach on it.

Shiu keeps you occupied most of the time, but you seem to seek Toji out whenever he has to leave to go to work. A growl rumbles in his throat as you approach him, your cotton tail twitching. “Get lost, bunny, unless ya wanna become a snack.”

BOT EIGHT, GORO MAJIMA - he comes home to his sleeping wife

Sleeping alone was never uncommon with your husband, Majima. It was rare that he was home everyday, let alone in time to have dinner with you and accompany you to bed. It could be lonely, yes, but you were aware of Majima’s priorities with his work when you married him. You’d come to accept your place – you knew how much he cared for you. He made it abundantly clear with his actions when he was able to spend time with you.

Majima isn’t surprised when he comes home, seeing you curled up on the tatami, wearing his shirt, no less. He grins at the sight, stripping down to his boxers in record timing before slipping behind your sleeping form, pressing himself against you. “Look so cute, even when you’re sleepin’. Ain’t that right, pretty baby? Such a dream f’me. Been waitin’ to get home to ya aaaaall night.”

[winterlogysblog]

CHAPTER ✨145✨

First up. I love how unbothered the Fairies and Giants are by this.

They're like "Ohhh what's going on?" "Invaders huh? Well, it's their funeral" lol 😆 Like they know it's gonna be alright.

Then we have Killbeggan over here just spewing probably just to rile up Mertyl even more. Which yeah ended up happening.

But like dude, this must hurt him a lot you know, cause Mertyl's in there, we know this based from last chapter when King heard Mertyl's thoughts. My boy completely lost control over his body and he can't do anything but watch himself hurt his family 😭

Just to point it out, this is a really nice moment between King and Sixtus. Like Sixtus is obviously still upset but despite that Sixtus still has trust, care and respect for his dad that he would do what King asked him to do. Sixtus knows that his dad knows what he's doing, he knows that there are reasons for everything that is happening. Sixtus may not understand it fully but he trusts his dad and it's all that matters.

We got to finally see what the other kids can do too. Obviously they're holding back cause it's their brother they're facing. Then we have Belte being Belte. Like honestly, I love how calm and chill he is, he even wagged his finger like honestly dude he's so cute.

Then we have Nasiens and Diane stepping into action. Awesome, everybody gets to have a moment.

I lowkey like it when these Chaos Knights thinks they have a chance on even landing a hit on the Sins. Like buddy calm down, you already dug your own grave the moment you screwed up Mertyl.

Also, I find it funny how tiny the speech bubble is when he said "Die Fairy King" like yeah sure that'll kill him 😂 even the manga itself doesn't believe you lol 😆

Also, King could be referring to Merlin here. Interesting that he still views her as a friend. Regardless of that...

You know King is just toying with you when he gets this cocky. Killbeggan is dead King is just playing with him at this point lol.

Then, our boy Sixtus shows up to absolutely wreak these mofos. Honestly, I called it right from the very beginning. Sixtus gives Lancelot vibes and I'm living for it. I can't wait for them to meet up cause they're besties for sure.

I'm also very curious on what and who these hooded people are cause I counted there are like 10 of them and there must be a plan right? Like they must have some way to get the Drug of Yore on their own cause it's a little too wild for them to show up like that only to get beat. Unless, that's their actual purpose lol.

Also, I love how Sixtus gets to have his solo moment here like Nakaba really is establishing Sixtus as a character that will be relevant in the future. I'm smelling Lancelot Platoon 😆

[stell404]

𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗦

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘

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Family jewels masterlist | back to navigation Parings: Sully family x reader, jake sully x daughter!reader Word count: 803 Notes: I hope you guys like this!! I hope this isn't too little for a prologue also sorry if it's bad, english is not my first language 😭😭 Btw the big spaces between some paragraphs indicate a scene change/time skip!! Also, this fic is inspired by @neteyamsilly's fic 'i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best' it's an amazing story so if you haven't read it yet (i'm sure everyone has seen that...if you haven't then what are you doing with your life), not the whole thing, just some parts!! Anyway I hope you all like this (lowkey scared to post this) 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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For the sky-people—and I guess for some Na'vi too—having a daughter is considered 'sad'. It is as if bringing life to a female is something to mourn rather than it being something to celebrate. Why? Perhaps they think that women are useless, just an object of reproduction, a maid, someone who is 'not fit' to lead. What a poor excuse.

This caused troubles to the life of young girls, obviously. Hence, the old sky-people theory.

There is an old theory that first-born daughters were genetically predispositioned to look, act, and think more like their father, this theory was made so that the fathers would love their daughter instead of neglecting them simply because they are female.

Jake's first-born daughter, [Name], is a perfect replica of him. You'd assume Lo'ak was his carbon copy and yeah, indeed he is, not only do they look identical but even his and Lo'ak's life were parallel to each other.

But [Name]'s thoughts, speech, gait, and other traits are very similar to those of Jake when he was a mere teenager like her. The traits that led Jake into trouble as a child—his stubbornness, lust for adventure, pride, and bravery—were also the ones that caused him to become paralyzed from the waist down.

He feared his daughter would go down the same path he did, he could not bear to watch it. He was completely overcome by terror, slowly turning to anger the second the sky-people decided to step foot in Pandora once again.

They no longer had the wonderful father-daughter connection they had when [Name] was a young child; instead, they had become like bulls that constantly butted heads whenever they had the opportunity.

[Name] didn't get why this was happening. It had been like this since they had to move to High camp; perhaps it's because of the stress, there had been this tension amongst her family, like a thick atmosphere keeping them all away from each other.

Considering what [Name] and her siblings are doing, she and her father would definitely get into yet another dispute.

It was way past the eclipse but [Name] and her siblings are still out in the forest. Crackling sounds emitted from the small bonfire they all surrounded. The leaves from trees around them rustled at the wind's subtle blow

Normally, at this time they would be home eating dinner. But tonight it's different, Neteyam agreed to his siblings dumb plan to sneak out, who would've thought?

"You know dad will skin us when we come back," Neteyam said playfully to his siblings.

"No he won't, loser!" Tuk exclaimed, causing gasps and laughter to burst from the siblings.

"Tuk who taught you that!?" Kiri laughed in shock.

"[Name] did," she said, pointing at [Name]. Her big sister simply mouthed a small "fuck you" to her causing her to giggle at her sisters childish manners.

Their night continued on with chatters and laughter. As things started to calm down, and the topic of their conversation got less and less childish, [Name] decided to share her plan to her siblings.

"You know, I've been thinking, I'll tell dad I'm gonna do my Iknimaya soon," [Name] said in a whisper, a small smile of desire decorated her face.

Lo'ak snorted, "He'll say no."

"Lo'ak," Neteyam warned his brother.

"Well I'm not asking him, I'm telling him." [Name] shot back, rolling her eyes.

"He still won't allow you." Lo'ak said in a sing-song voice, as if to tease her. This earned him a playful smack in the head by his sister. Laughter can be heard from afar as Lo'ak and [Name] continued their playful squabbling.

It was almost morning when they all decided to return back to High camp. They quietly snuck in their tent, hoping their parents are still sleeping.

As they were getting closer their mother—Neytiri—opened the tent flaps hastily, the siblings stood in shock as their mother ran to hug them.

"Where were you guys? You got me and your father so worried, are you guys okay? Are any of you hurt?" she asked, stumbling over her words.

"We are fine, Mother." Neteyam spoke, placing a hand on Neytiri's shoulder.

Jake walked up from behind them, clearing his throat to get the attention. The siblings tensed up as they saw him.

"Kiri, Tuk, get some sleep." he said, hugging his daughters. [Name] was jealous, she was his daughter too, why doesn't she get that treatment? Neytiri took her two daughters back to the tent, leaving Jake with her three other kids

Jake stared at his three kids with an angry and disappointed look on his face.  [Name] and her brothers stood straight with their hands behind their backs.

"Sir—" Neteyam started but was quickly cut off by Jake.

"[Name], Netyam, Lo'ak, come with me. We need to talk."

[millshakes]

Ok so today i had my dads bday!! wow cool and awesome sauce. So, this was my first time seeing my family after moving in my dorm,5 days. It was really fun at first, we ate nando's, I was being super social blah blah, but yeah it drained me like a bitch. Midway in I just started laughing at the silliest things.

There was this cupcake thing, my older sister ordered it, she will be N, there was only one piece left and she gave it to my other sister, H, I was lowkey joking around saying I wanted it, i did a little. However, I already had a couple of bites before so N was like no im giving it to H. Lowkey was a little bummed but oh well, after this I looked down at my phone for a little bit, and when I looked back up I saw my sister handing my mom a plate with the cake bit cut smaller, while going my way. For some reason I had a face of absolute joy and was actually really fucking happy, turns out fuck me it was for my dad who sat besides my mom. My family saw this exchange right and they all laughed at me, I laughed along too, it was pretty funny. However I was laughing fucking hysterically, like crying, almost throwing up, could barely breath, i do laugh like this occaisonally, it means I'm tired as balls.

H and my dad were talking about how much she's been walking, and since iv also been walking(we go to the same uni) I wanted to brag as well since I'm allowed to do that, I checked my app for my steps, I realised the past two days i havent really been walking so I decided to not show them.(I didnt mention this but i was REALLY bragging like being loud as balls) My brother saw me take out my phone mid conversation being loud as balls, look at it then stop talking and put my phone down, we then locked eyes. Me and him suddenly started bursting out laughing and yet again i could barely breath laughing hysterically. But this time while i was laughing, I was hit with a wave of fucking exhaustion and sleep deprivation(I am sleep deprived AS FUCKING BALLS), but this wasnt all I felt, also I felt like a crazy desire to fucking burst out crying. Crying and laughing is a pretty close action uk, but unfortunately I resisted and just continued laughing. After that I didnt let the wave of cry bother me but im pretty sure i was noticebly less outgoing. My social battery was getting drained like a bitch.

Like 5 minutes after that, I looked behind only to see a little girl crying and that shit sent me into another fit of laughter. Take note, this is while my dad is like giving a speech about his birthday thanking god and blah blah BLAH, meanwhile im hunched over fucking in tears.

I settled down after enough time we all finished eating we were just talking, and then we were preparing to leave. I saw my sister say soemthing to my mom and I heard like wanted something, I thought they were talking abt getting food for themselves cuz H and I are gonna go back to our uni's after that. So, I interjected saying wait i want to as well( I thought they said get food) my mom said" Oh? you want to give a couple of words to dad for his birthday?" and my stupid ass said what? no? And then i realised it, my mom mentioned wanting to give a couple words for my dads bday not wanting to get food for later for uni AND THIS SENT ME INTO ANOTHER HYSTERICAL FIT. I could see on my dads face he was over with my ass. I explained my side of the story afterwards and it was all a silly goofy laugh.

When we were going back to the car, my social battery was already dead for awhile. We were at the parking lot we left the mall, and i saw a person behind my, i thought it was my sister, so i looked back TURNS OUT IT WAS SOME RANDOM ASS OLD GUY. AND I BURSTED OUT LAUGHING AGAIN AND MY SISTER GOT MAD AT ME TELLING ME NOT TO LAUGH CUZ YEA I JUST LOOKED AT HIM AND BURSTED OUT LAUGHING NOT NICE AT ALL.

[sparklychaosandotherthings]

EVEN MORE Headcanons for Dean Winchester that are true cause I say so;

- he doesn’t actually understand how to make small talk; he’s really blunt naturally, so people think he’s just a guy who gets to the point. But he genuinely doesn’t understand small talk, he isnt really sure why people don’t just say what they wanna say right away. (“What does the weather have to do with anything sam?!!??”) he just feels passive aggressive when he does it to other people, and super uncomfortable when people do it to him.

- he HATES the color purple. It’s almost obsessive how much he hates the color. Like it’s somehow personally wronged him. He can’t explain this hatred either it just….. is.

- he acts like he’s so cool; but he’s the biggest sci - fi movie and tv buff you’ve ever seen. He quotes Star Trek constantly, but he does it so casually and fits it into conversations so well, no one even notices. (Sometimes he kinda hopes someone recognizes it, he’d love to rant about his fav episode, “the naked now,” for a few hours)

- he doesn’t pray, and he really doesn’t believe in the afterlife; BUT, weirdly enough every night he says St. Gertrude’s prayer at least twice. He does it mechanically at this point, but it started when he was a kid after his dad told him it let souls out of purgatory. He murmurs it to himself as he’s getting ready for bed.

- he lowkey got super scared of the movie Coraline when it first came out, he went into it thinking it would be an easy watch, and left feeling a lil queasy. (He hated watching Coraline having to battle the other mother, and the fact that she reminded him of a younger version of himself DID NOT make it easier)

- Dean is the worlds worst cook, he’s poisoned his brother and father like 6 times, once Sam had to get his stomach pumped. (“It didn’t look expired sam, get over it.”) nothing he makes is even REMOTELY edible, and is usually a step away from some sort of neurotoxin outlawed in the Geneva convention.

- he’s an amazing gift giver…. When he remembers to get a gift. He’s no good with dates, but he remembered the time you were at the mall together 7 months ago and u pointed at a pair of boots as u were walking past, he also remembered that u like white chocolate, but specifically the Lindt kind with the milk chocolate in the center. So yeah, ur gift is delivered 2 weeks AFTER ur bday, but it’s probs the most thoughtful gift you’ll ever receive.

- Dean has gone to Starbucks and ordered like 16 shots of expresso into a cup plus an energy shot, he only managed to get down half in one sitting, and was throwing up for like 3 hours afterwards. (Sam finished the second half of the drink and now that’s his new coffee order, the man went to law school, caffeine is his thing fs)

[thequeenofsarcaasm]

As a fan for both Gojo and Killua, what do you say if someone say that "Gojo is not Kakashi rip off but a Killua rip off and will never be as good as Killua". I just found this post in tumblr where someone say why they hate Gojo and start compare him with Killua (like Killua is more empathethic, better best friend, etc). And the point is Killua is way better as a character than Gojo.... What do you think?

*Deep sigh*

Remember when Gojo’s older brother and Dad tried to manipulate him into leaving Geto and focusing on his duties instead? That was so interesting.

Also, when Gojo hesitated to fight against stronger enemies because his philosophy (more like his brother’s but whatever) was to flee at the first difficulty.

I loved the part where Gojo decided to step away from Geto to truly find himself because the codependency had gotten so strong that it hurt them both.

Another thing they have in common is that they’re both “sponges”. Remember how his emotions so often were a mirror of Geto’s. When Geto was depressed he got depressed too! Cause their story is totally about how toxic a friendship can become when you’re constantly together, see your best friend as your saviour and have so much empathy that you feel his grief hundredfold. It’s not about solitude at all.

Gojo’s story is totally about being gaslighted (or is it gaslit? Omg) and manipulated by the people who raised him and learning to grow independent from their influences. It’s not about grief or loneliness or the burden that comes with absolute power. It’s not about changing the system to shield his students from the things his best friend experienced.

Also, they’re the two only characters in anime to have an identity crisis and have a black haired friend help them better themselves. That never happened before and it will never happen again. No one else sought a friend to battle loneliness btw. Everyone knows I worship Togashi and everyone knows Killua is my favourite character ever but they didn’t invent that. Let’s be serious.

I think Geto is also a Geto rip off btw! They both have black hair and their best friend is a white haired guy who loves them to death.

OF COURSE KILLUA IS MORE EMPATHETIC BUT THAT ISN’T NECESSARILY A GOOD THING FOR HIM. He was so empathetic and devoted that it hurt him. He put being a good friend before his own needs and payed the price of it. Almost ended up resenting Gon in the end. Almost. Almost. Only almost.

One day people will learn to see and like Gojo for what he truly is. But that will only happen when they stop comparing him to genuinely pure, genuinely selfless and genuinely benevolent people. He’s a great character cause he lowkey ain’t shit. Not in spite of it.

[cartoonbabbles]

Ok so I know this is technically "Cartoonbabbles" BUT it's also my general fandom account soooooooo fuck it. I just finished the entirety of The Office.

What the fuck do I do with my life now? List out my thoughts on Tumblr while listening to pop songs covered by Hatsune Miku of course.

dear lord season 8 was hard to get through

Why'd they have to do Andy like that like- I appreciate a good snarky guy x secretary ship but come on, Erin and Pete are cute but they're just Jim and Pam to the point where the writers actually poked fun at that.

Andy learning to be okay with himself was actually pretty nice, and you don't need to have a partner to be happy. And I really liked that.

Oscar being the gay uncle to Phillip was fun, I love how he's a fashion icon

Daryll was such a real one throughout the entire series, and I wish him the absolute best

The Farm was. Odd. I don't think I could have stomached it so I'm lowkey glad it didn't happen. It was fun but like- Dwight might be strong enough to shoulder an entire series but I did NOT care for any of his family. Like part of the appeal of The Office for me was that they're a family that found each other, not a family who was placed into a situation they have to make the best of (I understand the irony here but still)

Jim and Pam falling in love again was really sweet

Holly x Michael forever

I loved when Michael kinda just accidentally became Erin's dad.

AND ERIN FOUND HER PARENTS AT THE END MY HEARTTTTTTTTTTTT

And Dwight got to be regional manager

Honestly though I think if they needed Andy to not be regional manager, it would have been as simple as giving him his "aha" moment that he was being stretched too thin when he realized he had a passion for acting and resigned voluntarily, letting Dwight step up without interrupting something that obviously had momentum with Erin (also the two of them emotionally maturing together would have been amazing, because again as much as I love Pete and Erin, Erin choosing and wanting Andy was a lot more organic imo than just. Andy leaves on a boat. Like if you need him gone just say he gets really badly sick bc Erin's brother gives him a nasty cough. Or have Erin leave with him for the Bahamas or something and have her be the one calling in as Andy is captaining.)

But I digress

Michael Michael Michael. Where to begin

I keep saying this but I feel like the reason why the show got so rough after his departure was because everyone associates Michael with being bombastic, inappropriate, and spontaneous, but never with anything positive. And the writers saw his bad sides and just amplified them in the initial versions of Nellie, Robert, and DeAngelo.

Vickers was funny bc he's Will Ferrel and I like Will Ferrel, but he started overstaying his welcome bc the writers couldn't commit to him being any one thing, then the writers unceremoniously kill him off

Jo was fine bc she had both the hardass and vulnerable sides.

Robert California, boy what I could say about him. The writing got tangibly worse whenever he was onscreen bc like- it wasn't even that his actor wasn't familiar with comedy, it's that sex jokes get OLD SO FUCKING QUICKLY. AND ROBERT IS ONE GIANT SEX JOKE. It doesn't help that his behavior stems from his selfishness and he fails to recognize it whereas with Michael at least he tries to own up to things. Robert is just Elon Musk the person.

I'm glad Jan was able to get away and improve herself, she seemed to really love her kid. And then that final interaction kinda bucked that away

Uhhh let's see. Nellie. Initially SUPER annoying bc there is no way in hell anyone like that makes it through business. Like there were initially ZERO redeeming qualities to her. Until Andy decided to be an A-hole to her.

Honestly Andy was just mini-Michael but handled less well bc people were afraid he wouldn't be as cool as him, but that's because he's ANDY. Not MICHAEL. And he could have learned from Michael. But I guess not.

Somehow I really liked the overall queer vibes. The show's writing is old (see any time they talk about trans people) but the writers in general seemed to know trans people aren't demons.

Oh my goodness I am so glad Pam and Roy split. Roy was NOT healthy to be around back when they were together and Jim was TOTALLY good for her.

I'm gonna really miss being able to watch the show from the beginning again.

Something I am very critical of however (or like, just aware of) is how much of the humor is built on sexual harassment and assault like- beyond looney tunes or other cartoons the amount of workplace harassment, while on average likely accurate to any workplace, is genuinely disturbing at times.

Damn. Gotta find something positive

I loved Val, wished they were able to do more with her, her thing with Daryll was really cute

Oh my god Erin is pretty

Basically. Women. God it's 3 and I'm simping over office workers

I don't know why they tried to pitch Andy as this unattractive guy. He's DORKY, not REPULISVE. And I may have accidentally developed a celebrity crush on him

Honestly I kinda feel bad for him, like he's being stretched so thin but he doesn't know any response other than to go 100% in the other direction

Also he was pretty bad to Erin

God positives, come on Sasha.

Openings were always nice.

Jim and Karen were genuinely a good healthy couple for their run

I just wish the show hadn't pitted Pam and Karen against each other cuz like- Karen was in the right most of the time, if not all of the time???

I had no idea Idris Elba was on the show. He indeed is quite hot.

Gabe. Nobody likes Gabe. Tobey is appealing in the wet cat pathetic kinda way, Gabe is just kinda. Creepy. Like jesus dude.

This is a positive because I hate Gabe.

ALSO ERIN BEING MORE ASSERTIVE TOWARDS THE END???

PAM GETTING AWAY WITH BEING OFFICE ADMINISTRATOR???

gosh I love it.

[ideks-on-mars]

This is purely me indulging in myself cuz I can't control it.

ANYWAYS RANDOM SEMI EITA HCS LET'S GO!!!

- I singlehandedly put this man through hell in my brain

- It's out of my love for him, I swear

- Mommy issues central 🥴

- His daddy issues are lowkey there too 🧍

- No seriously, he needs therapy.

- ADHD and Mania? Absolutely.

- Only takes his meds before matches and when he studies.

- If he even DOES study 😭

- He's not the brightest academically and he's accepted it 💀

- He's a little messed up in the head ngl

- He lacks empathy and he hates it

- Cannot smile on command for the life of him 😭

- The best youll get when asking him to smile is a 😬

- Has the CUTEST boyish, genuine, lopsided grin ever tho when someone/something makes him smile

- He's a little insecure tho cuz he's got a minor crossover with his two front teeth

- It's not even that noticeable fr but ofc he notices it 😭

- OK BUT SEMI WITH LIP PIERCINGS??

- THESE#*#?@*^$&@ ^^

- 😩‼️

- Heart attack fuel fr

- Has a bunch of piercings on his ears too

- He's slightly autistic, you can sorta see it if you pay really close attention to his actions

- He gets overwhelmed with emotions a lot and has a habit of punching walls

- THE MOST FUCKED UP FAMILY

- His mom was a prostitute and his dad was an army man who was visiting home without his wife and kids

- Then Eita's older brother came and then whoops lol they have connections, why not hook up more often and have MORE KIDS

- Eita's the baby of the "family" when it comes to his fully biological siblings

- Has younger and older half siblings from his mom and dads other flings/marriages

- His mom finally settled with a nice man who has two kids, a daughter year older than Eita and a son two years younger

- He's actually pretty close with his step brother and step dad lol his step sisters kind of a bitch and her and her friends are loud (but he's not home much anyway due to the dorms so it doesn't matter)

- Meanwhile his dad's first wife forgave him for some unknown reason so he's back with her he guesses, he doesn't talk to his dad really at all

- Him and his mom have the damn worst relationship

- He can't stand her 💀 she fucked him up from the time he was born to the time he left for STZW

- In Middle school/Junior high, he pretty much wore the same hoodie everyday of his life

- It was orange so teachers always asked him to take it off until he started wearing it under his uniform jacket and at that point they would just sigh and leave him be 😭

- Has also had the same backpack since middle school 💀 still has graded papers in there from 5 years ago that he hid from his mom

- Heterochromia in his eyes and hair!

- His hair is pretty obvious yk but his eyes not as much

- His eyes are already a gray-brown color but his left one is just a tinge more grey than the other

- Love languages‼️‼️

- Not the MOST affectionate person in the world but he happily gives it out to people he wants to

- Gives out mostly physical touch and words of affirmation (if he doesn't get too flustered while saying them) and prefers to receive them both back

- HAS SCARS he was a wild child fs

- Knees have scars from constantly being scraped, one from when he got cut by a sea shell at the beach on his lower right stomach, and one on his jaw that goes onto his face from him just being a dumbass

- And those are just the more noticeable ones

- His favorite person in the whole world is his little sister (well,, one of his little sisters)

- She's 6 years old and also the light of his life

- If you get him Pockeys for his birthday he will actually stab you

- Will loudly mock the noises Reon makes when he sits down just to rile him up a bit

- Was that one fucking kid that banged their hands and pencils against the table to make beats

- Has lots of posters of rappers and rock bands all over the dorm walls (Reon, aka roomie, like the angel he is doesn't mind one bit)

- No clue why this wasn't mentioned earlier but this dude is literally the most bisexual man I've ever laid eyes on

- BITES/CHEWS ON EVERYTHING

- Bites towels when he's drying off, bites and totally fucks up all the edges of the head holes in his shirts, bites his hoodie strings, bites his blanket when he's laying down, bites the ends of pencils

- I could go on.

- It's concerning

- If he's not going through a manic episode, he falls asleep EVERYWHERE

- They went to a restaurant as a team while the third years were just first years and a second year looked over to speak to him and he was face down on the table drooling with the other first years awkwardly trying to wake him up 😭

- Everyone is terrified of waking him up at first cuz he gets all cranky

- Now they dgaf 💀 they realize he's gonna be cranky either way cuz he's Semi Eita

- Reon's the only one who's gentle with waking him up

- Tendō and Yamagata, and sometimes Taichi, are definitely the most ruthless 😭 they stick ice cubes down his shirt and shit

- Goshiki tries to wake him up gently but then he ends up panicking and wakes him up with his panic 💀

- The older he gets, the less of an over aggressive rabid asshole he is and more of a flirt

- Doesn't flirt with just anyone tho, probs mostly his friends just cuz it's funny LMFAO 😭

- Said something dirty to Shirabu once and got smacked upside his head

- Distaste for Ushijima

- He just doesn't like how he's so hard to read and it pisses him off

- Has fist fought with Taichi once over something and ngl he kicked Taichi's ass

- Pretty good spice tolerance 👀 not as good as Yamagata but he's the best on the team

- Likes spicy, salty, and sour stuff

- Cinnamon and lemon are definitely his favorite flavors

- BIG APPETITE

- Which is your average teenage boy but then again, he's an athlete so

- Can yall tell that I'm hungry??

- Thighs sculpted by the gods

- I SAID WHAT I SAID

- He randomly goes up to his teammates and starts to act like he's boxing them

- Just gets in stance and starts swinging and makes sound effects with his mouth

- Never really hits them (unless it's Tendō or Yamagata, he might give them a little punch) and if he does he slows it down so it doesn't hurt

- One day Yamagata squared up in response and they just had a fake boxing match

- Calls Reon his volleyball wife 😭

- Literally has him in his phone as 'Wifeyyyy🤤🥴🥶‼️'

- INNOCENT EXCITEMENT HAPPENS A LOT WITH HIM‼️

- He didn't have the best childhood so small things excite him a lot and make him feel special

- He names his guitars but no one knows that except himself 🧍

- It wouldn't be Semi hcs if I didn't talk about music

- Metallica, Nirvana, Iron Maiden, Slipknot, Korn, Megadeth, Black Sabbath, Testament

- Metal, rock, grunge

- ✨️90s alternative✨️

- Don't even get him started, he'll go on for days

- IT'S BEEN A MINUTE SINCE I'VE WROTE DOWN SOME HCS, HOPE I HAVEN'T LOST MY TOUCH 💀

- ANYWAYS HAPPY NEW YEARS 🔥

[sukipershipper]

Bear and Hondo taking Mac on his first camping trip,Actin like a pair of dads without even realizing it XD [Maybe some other homies are there too?? Who knows,Don pulling some older brother shit and demanding Mac put sunscreen on XD]

With the dad jokes and banter that follows lmao hoo boy it sounds funny

Okay so the AI took this as Hondo and Hugger become Mac's fathers and didn't exactly do your prompt but I fucking love it so much lowkey. This is so dorky but also so cute, here ya go:

Bear Hugger and Piston Hondo were excitedly preparing for their first camping trip with Little Mac. They had decided to take the young boxer under their wing and introduce him to the joys of nature and the great outdoors.

As they packed their camping gear, Bear Hugger couldn't help but feel a surge of fatherly pride. "Alright, Mac, make sure you've got your sleeping bag. We're gonna have a bear-y good time!"

Piston Hondo joined in with a chuckle. "That's right, Mac. And don't forget to pack some extra gloves. You never know when you'll need to punch your way out of a tricky situation!"

Little Mac grinned, his eyes filled with excitement. "Thanks, guys! I'm really looking forward to this camping trip. It's gonna be a knockout!"

With their gear loaded into the car, the trio set off on their adventure. They arrived at a picturesque campsite surrounded by towering trees and a glistening lake. The scent of nature filled the air, and the sound of chirping birds provided the soundtrack to their journey.

As they set up their tents, Bear Hugger couldn't resist a classic dad joke. "Hey, Mac, did you hear about the kidnapping at the campground? It's okay, though. He woke up!"

Piston Hondo chuckled and joined in, playing his role as the other "dad." "And Bear-san, did you know that camping can help you improve your boxing skills? Yeah, it really brings out your inner 'tent-sion'!"

The banter continued throughout the day, filled with puns, laughter, and good-natured teasing. Little Mac found himself caught in the middle of their friendly competition, but he loved every moment of it.

However, their jovial atmosphere was soon interrupted by the arrival of Don Flamenco, who had tagged along uninvited. Don saw himself as the older brother figure, always finding ways to annoy Little Mac.

"Hey, Little Mac, is it true you can't catch any fish?" Don taunted, smirking.

Bear Hugger quickly stepped in, taking on the protective father role. "Now, now, Don. We're here to have a good time. Let's leave the fishing jokes at the door."

Piston Hondo nodded in agreement, his voice filled with a firm but fatherly tone. "That's right, Don. We're here to enjoy the great outdoors and support each other. Let's keep it positive, alright?"

Don grumbled but reluctantly agreed, not wanting to ruin the spirit of the trip completely.

As the evening settled in, they gathered around a crackling campfire, roasting marshmallows and sharing stories. Bear Hugger's deep voice carried a sense of nostalgia as he recounted his own camping adventures.

"Back in my day, we didn't have fancy gadgets or technology. We relied on good old-fashioned storytelling to keep us entertained."

Piston Hondo chimed in, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Ah, Bear-san, those were the days. Did I ever tell you about the time I wrestled a grizzly bear? I gave him the ol' one-two and knocked him out cold!"

Little Mac's eyes widened in awe. "Really, Piston? You wrestled a bear?"

Piston Hondo chuckled, patting Little Mac on the back. "Well, maybe not a real bear, Mac. But sometimes, a good story can be just as exciting as the real thing."

As the night wore on, their campfire burned low, and exhaustion began to set in. Bear Hugger yawned and stretched, a signal that it was time to turn in for the night.

"Alright, boys, time to hit the hay. We've got another day of adventure ahead," Bear Hugger announced, his voice laced with fatherly authority.

Piston Hondo nodded, his voice softening. "Rest up, Mac. Tomorrow, we'll be ready to conquer the great outdoors once again."

They settled into their tents, each embracing the comfort of their sleeping bags. Little Mac couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging as he listened to the soft snores of his newfound father figures.

In the quiet of the night, a warm breeze rustled the leaves, and the distant hoot of an owl echoed through the forest. Little Mac drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and loved in the company of his camping dads.

And as Bear Hugger and Piston Hondo exchanged contented smiles, they too found solace in the shared joy of fatherhood, even if it wasn't in the traditional sense. In that peaceful moment, they realized that their bond as a makeshift family had grown stronger, and they were grateful for the chance to be there for Little Mac, not just as trainers and mentors, but as fathers in spirit.

With the stars twinkling overhead and the quiet hum of nature enveloping them, they fell into a deep, peaceful slumber, knowing that the adventures they shared and the memories they made would forever be cherished in their hearts.

[crossdressingdeath]

*slides in* it’s my time to shine

I’d love to hear more about your Inquisitor Alaris!! Especially his relationship with Dorian and Bull. It’s such an interesting dynamic that changes a bunch based on the quiz

+ who else in the Inquisition was Alaris close to? :)

(Also I want you to know that your blog is one of the only ones I have post notifications on for because you have so many great ideas. I’ve stollen the Inquisitor possessed by Dirthamen idea and adopted it for my own!)

;jalksjdflsdk anon that's so sweet, thank you.

Okay, okay, okay! Alaris and his boyfriends! So the thing in my setting is that Alaris has just the biggest crushes on Bull and Dorian basically from day one, but he's so terrified of what the Chantry faithful who make up his advisors and followers will do to him if he steps too far out of line (which. the Tevinter altus and the Ben-Hassrath spy are certainly not romantic interests the Inquisition would've picked for their Inquisitor) that he keeps hesitating and putting off saying anything for long enough that Bull and Dorian get together before he makes a move (because of course he's bringing them places with him), and then he basically immediately goes "I want my beloveds to be happy" about it and tries to pull himself back to just being friends with them with no romantic feelings whatsoever, because clearly if they're into each other they wouldn't be into him and he doesn't want to ruin things with two of the only people he's really close to in the Inquisition. This... goes about as well as you might expect. They dance around it for a bit and then at some point post-Adamant (and post-Bull and Dorian's companion quests, because I've always felt like a lot of the companion quests fit best after HLtA or WEaWH when the Inquisition has gathered some power and Thedas-wide recognition; things like the Qunari offering a full alliance or Dorian's father tracking him down feel like they fit best when the Inquisition's got a bit more attention and power) they eventually have A Conversation and things go from there. There is a period where they aren't together but Alaris is simply the most cuddly because this boy has not had a hug in approximately three years and keeps nearly dying and Bull and Dorian are simply expected to deal with that like normal people who wouldn't do anything at all if Alaris just batted his eyelashes at them and that is just deeply unfair. Also Alaris is a bundle of anxiety locked down behind a facade of solid steel and you know that Bull and Dorian would absolutely want to help with that. Meanwhile Alaris's relationship with Bull and Dorian is by the end of the game basically the only thing keeping him from just giving up in disgust and leaving the world to die and the three of them are so clearly head-over-heels for each other that the advisors can't be too annoyed about it, but at the same time... the Tevinter altus and the Qunari merc, Inquisitor? Really? Could he not have made it quite so difficult for them to win over the Chantry faithful?

As for the rest of the Inquisition, Alaris is probably closest to Cole as basically the only other person who never gives him shit and who always at least tries to make him feel better about all this nonsense. After Cole probably Solas, who as an older elf mage with a lot of information that he's happy to share is the most familiar presence in the entire Inquisition even if he does shit on the Dalish constantly and so Alaris kind of lowkey assigns him the role of hahren and surrogate father/older brother, mostly accidentally. Solas for his part mostly reciprocates even if he's not sure if Alaris counts as a person for a good chunk of their acquaintance. There are a few times where Alaris storms out of Solas's room when Solas says something particularly insensitive, but mostly they fit into a very comfortable, affectionate friendship. Varric is also slightly put into dad mode even if there is some tension from Varric's very centrist position on things that are life or death for Alaris and his people. And then after that it's probably Josie and Leliana, who he likes and respects even though the endless Andrastian nonsense drives him nuts. Below that they're mostly even? He absolutely avoids talking about anything personal or meaningful with Sera because if he steps away from small talk and grumbling about nobles it becomes deeply unpleasant within a couple minutes. Cassandra he tolerates; he can respect her drive, but he hates everything she stands for and only plays nice with her because he still remembers very clearly how she spent most of his first few days with the Inquisition calling him a murderer (look, he didn't actually kill the Divine even if he would have given the chance!) and threatening to kill him. And he hates Cullen. Just despises him and everything he stands for, and is also terrified of him because Alaris is a Dalish mage who's had a lot of bad experiences with Templars in general and Kirkwall Templars in particular. Cullen only survives because Alaris fears the Chantry as much as he hates it and so doesn't dare go against them openly enough to behead the commander the Divine's right hand chose for him.

[saddarkentruths]

alright so, my brother got a gf who's also artistic but she's like a professional artist, but we paint in different styles so it's fine. But she would often try to "help" me get better, which is already a wtf. But I stopped talking about my work cuz of her.

And there's been small things, silly things, I've done since i was a kid, like I'm the self anointed clown 🤡

But then she started doing those stuff, so I just completely stopped 🥲

And these were things that got my siblings to laugh, and now the gf got all that attention, and basically from the get go I just didn't like her, first impressions are sooo important

Cuz first thing she did when we were alone was just like come up close to me and tell me that my brother told her about all my past trauma, which btw? So fucking unnecessary? Like why? Is he thinking about this often? Is he OK?

But even more so what the actual fuck.

You don't go up to someone as like "I heard you were fiddled with as a kid, but I'm here for you"

Like what did she expect me to say? "Thank you woman I haven't heard much about and this is the first time I talk to you"

It's been 7 years since then, and I'm just... so uncomfortable with her.

But I don't want my brother to know and to be unhappy cuz yay he found someone who loves him, and she also got a kid and he's an amazing step dad.

And she is also good friends with my other siblings, but since she stepped so much over the comfort zone line, I'm constantly on guard.

Last time I met her she tried to get me to use oil paint or some more "natural" type and not acrylic... which I love to use, cuz I can mix it with water and it dries fast etc

She's even had the fucking audacity to try and "correct" my work, by just showing me the insta posts I've posted and go "if you did this, instead of that... it would look better"

We are both adults, but I have to hold back so much teen drama energy, mom knows about this, and I'm not gonna make a big deal and make drama, cuz my big sister says she's like this cuz she's trying me make me like her...

Cuz this is totally the right way to go about it -_-

One of the ickiest things she's done is at my big sister's wedding, we were all tipsy, and she sat down on my lap, I just held my hands up, if she was gonna fall, that would be on her, and she got like??? Teen drunk flirty, and I sure fucking hope my discomfort showed on my face.

Even fucking worse is that my brother, also drunk af, grabbed her by the waist and placed her on his and just went "she's mine"

Like no bro absolutely don't worry, even if she was single I'd never even hug her

She's so eugh

But ugh

I can be happy with that I never really see her, but that means I won't get to see my brother as much.

And even tho I want to lowkey show her I don't like her, I can't, cuz she will tell my brother, then he's gonna wonder why I'm like this, and prob get upset, then his mood have been ruined, what if this turns into a fight etc etc

She haven't done anything like... bad, she's just in my comfort zone like we're besties

[deliriousgeek]

Thomas Shelby x Wife Reader

Summary: A quiet evening meant for celebration is thrown into chaos. Y/n wills herself to play into the daunting role that comes with being Thomas Shelby’s wife, because it might be the only thing keeping her alive. 

Masterlist

Tommy lowkey feels very oc so idk how to feel about that. im not good at writing suspense...its also very long. ha :,)

Warning: blood, guns, knives, fights, usual peaky blinder violence

If anyone knew Y/n Shelby, then they would know that she can’t stand seeing dead bodies. Although in her case, having that reaction would seem ironic, considering her husband was Thomas Shelby. 

It was around 9pm when Y/n slipped her night robe off and lay back on her bed. Her night was just winding down and she was waiting for Thomas to get back. He said he would try to be home around midnight, and to not wait up. He and his brothers would be at the Garrison, celebrating Arthur’s return from prison and discussing what was to be done with the Jews and Italians next. 

Y/n knew it would be a couple hours for Tommy to be home, so she settled onto their bed and grabbed a book off her night stand. 

The room was bathed in a warm, orange and yellow light— the type of light candles can give. When she was home alone, Y/n liked to use candle light. It reminded her of a time before the war and before this gang business, when all she and Tommy had to worry about was getting enough candles to light up the dinner table. 

Half an hour had passed and Y/n had gotten through a decent number of pages in her book. She felt her eyes drooping and decided it was time to call it a night. She stretched and cracked her neck before turning to place her book on the nightstand. Just as she was about to place the book down, she heard a creak downstairs. 

She froze.

Tommy wasn’t supposed to be back until midnight and none of the Shelby family would come over this late without a call, that was their safety protocol. 

She listened for more creaking. 

After Tommy had bought their house he had insisted on replacing the creaky floor boards, but decided to keep a few. In certain spots, that could be easily avoided if one knew where to walk, the floor would still creak. It was a safety thing that Tommy and Y/n agreed would be good to have. If the floorboards downstairs still creaked after the first step, it wasn’t one of them. 

Creak...creak...creak...

That wasn’t Tommy. 

Y/n took in a deep breath as she put herself back into a sitting position on the bed. An intruder was in her house. At the moment, the Peaky Blinders had a lot of enemies. It could be anyone. Mostly, someone with a gun. 

She listened as the person made their way upstairs. She could hear them passing Tommy’s office, and the guest bedroom. This person knew where their room was, and she could only deduce from their movement’s that they were coming for her. 

Y/n was scared. She knew how to defend herself, but didn’t like doing it if she didn’t have to. Rolling her shoulders, she prepared herself for the inevitable. She’d have to fight tonight. 

To be clear, Y/n Shelby wasn’t unable to fight. She was a pro at throwing knives, which she preferred to guns; much to Tommy’s dismay. She knew how to shoot a gun and could decently fare in hand to hand combat, but she was still scared. Her heart beat in her chest quickly and anxiety bubbled to the surface. A normal reaction to knowing someone broke into your house to hurt you, or worse. Y/n assumed it was the latter. However, instead of letting her fear show, she turned on her fake calmness. A trick she forced herself to learn as Thomas Shelby’s wife. The alarm that was spread across her face vanished, instead being replaced with an eerily calm facade.

There was no point in locking the door. The person knew how to get past those if he made it into their living room. She heard their steps stop at the front of her door, she raised her book to her face, pretending like she was reading.

Act calm. She told herself.

Then, the door burst open.

Back at the pub, the Shelby brothers  were sitting around the table in the snug. Sharing laughs and taking on their third round of Whiskey.

“Alright boys,” Tommy began, placing his glass down and looking around the table. “We’ve had our fun, business begins now.” His content expression turned serious. 

His other brothers, and cousin Michael, cleared their throats and straightened up. 

“As you know, taking Arthur out of prison is a direct threat to the Sabini’s. It shows that even in London we have enough influence to get our own men out, if needed.”

The brothers nodded, and shared looks.

Tommy continued, “Getting Arthur out was our first move. Now it’s the Italian’s and the Jew’s turn but we don’t know when their next strike will be. So, from this moment on we have to be aware, alert, and ready for every—”

The door flew open.

Sir!” Out of breath, Isaiah stood with one hand on the door knob, looking at Tommy. 

“Oi!” Arthur shouted. “You know better than to interrupt!” 

Tommy nodded his head at Arthur, then turned to Isaiah. “What is it, lad.”

“Better be important,” John added. 

“Sir, the Italians are here. My dad spotted them making their way down the lane. They got a group with guns and a car. We best hurry.” Isaiah said in a rushed voice.

With that all the Shelby men stood and placed their caps on, rushing out of the snug. 

Upon noticing the urgency in which the brothers exited, the rest of the Peaky Blinders in the pub were at full alert, waiting for Tom’s next words. The crowd silenced as the brothers stood at the snug doors, facing the onlookers. 

“If you aren’t a Peaky Blinder,” Tom eyed the crowd, “leave.” 

Noise filled the bar again as chairs shuffled, cups were placed on tables, and the front doors opened and closed.

Tom didn’t speak again until there were only Peaky Blinders left. He pulled out his revolver and checked it, making sure there were bullets, before looking up again. 

“Battle formation, men. The Italians are here.” 

Then in a flurry of peaky hats and over coats, the rest of the men got into their positions. Some ran up the stairs to get the extra cases of shotguns and revolvers. Others pulled out their own handguns and checked them as well. The Shelby boys looked at each other, a silent way of saying ‘good luck’. 

Once Tommy deemed every one armed, he nodded to Arthur, who shouted to move out. 

The Shelbies were at the front, while everyone fell behind them in triangle formation. As they marched outside, they could see the group of Italians rounding the corner. 

It was rather intimidating. An outline of men and guns on shoulders, a rather sizable group at that, illuminated by the truck headlights that followed behind. It was a sight to see.

Darby Sabini stood at the front, a shotgun slung over his shoulder.

As the groups marched towards each other and came to a stop, a man behind Thomas called out to the front. “At your command Sergeant Major.”

A hushed tone of agreement spread throughout the group.

Darby stepped forward. “Thought you could come on our turf and get away with it, aye?” 

Tommy stepped forward as well, hands in his pockets. “It was meant as a friendly gesture, but I don’t think you have enough friends to know what that means.”

A small smirk made its way onto Tommy’s face as he stared Darby down. 

Darby narrowed his eyes, irritated at that remark. “I’ll show you what friendly means. Now!”

A hail of gunfire began and the sound of shots being fired filled the lane. It was chaos. Bullets flew and body’s fell. Punches were thrown and blood was spread. More men jumped out of the covered truck and ran to beat down the men on the other side. 

Tommy ducked and punched, kicked and shot. In the middle of punching a man in the gut he yelled, “Leave Darby for me!”

His men did just that. 

Thomas fought his way to the center of the fight, where Darby had just knocked out a Peaky Blinder. Tommy aimed his gun and walked forward, aiming at Darby. The fighting on both sides ceased.

“I didn’t bring a battalion to your town.” Tommy spoke clearly, in a raised voice. 

Darby aimed his gun as well. The two circled each other as men on both sides stopped to observe the interaction. They watched Tommy and Darby tread carefully, like two tentative predators waiting for their opposer to falter.

“You still showed up. That was enough.”

The two men were breathing heavily, a result from the brawls they just finished.

“What’s your purpose for being here, Sabini?” Thomas stopped pacing, his gun still firmly held up. 

Darby stopped as well. An obnoxious laugh left his lips. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Tommy didn’t move. He held a blank face, but his eyes still watched Darby with intensity. 

Not waiting for a response Darby continued, “I’m reminding you that I can take away everything you have in an instant. I already put your brother in jail, which it seems wasn’t a good enough warning for you, since you stupidly had him released so quickly.”

Darby took a couple steps toward Thomas, gun raised. 

“Killing me won’t do anything. I got people in place to still ruin you.” Thomas stated, his tone flat. 

Darby lowered his gun, a sickly calm smile spread across his face. It was an unsettling sight that made Tommy begin to think something was off.

“Oh Tommy boy, I’m just the distraction,” Darby’s eyes noticeably darkened, “How’s your wife these days?”

Tommy’s eyes widened and his finger pulled the trigger.

Darby fell to the ground dead, a bullet was lodged in the center of his forehead. 

Then like a wave, the fighting began again.

As soon as the gunshot rang, Tommy saw red. He shot, punched, kicked or swung at anyone in his way as he fought to get out of the crowd. He didn’t bother shouting an explanation to his brothers as he ran to his car. 

Tommy shoved his keys into the ignition and started the car. Tommy slammed his foot on the gas as soon as the engine roared to life. The car’s lights illuminated the carnage left from the battle. The Peaky Blinders were the last ones standing, as Tommy expected, but paid no mind to. His thoughts too consumed with conjuring the hundreds of horrible possibilities he might see upon arriving home, all ending with a bloodied image of Y/n.

John and Arthur ran towards the car, causing Thomas to slam on the breaks. 

“Where are you going?” John asked urgently. 

“They’re going for Y/n.” Thomas hastily replied.

John and Arthur jumped on the side of the car just in time before Tommy could speed up again. 

Michael and Finn watched as the older Shelby boys passed them. 

“Great. So we’re left to clean up the mess.”

At the house, Y/n held her book to her face as the door burst open. She turned her head and was met with the sight of a man pointing a gun at her. His clothes were clean and he looked very young. Her eyes flitted from the gun to his shoes, then to his eyes, then back to the gun. 

“On your feet.” He demanded. 

“What?” Y/n feigned innocence, despite her struggle to keep calm.

The man, gun still held towards her, trudged over and ripped the book from her hands, throwing it onto the floor. 

“I said on your feet!” He yelled in her face, backing away so he was a few feet from the bed.

She stared into his eyes, an impassive look on her face. Y/n looked back down at the gun. 

With a purse of her lips and a shrug she stated, “I’d rather not.”

The man’s soldier esc demeanor nearly slipped at her blatant defiance of his orders. “It’s not an option lady! Get up.”

She chuckled. “Y’see, lad. I’ve been on my feet all day. Have you ever worn heels for over six hours? Rather painful you know.”

Her cocky attitude betrayed her quickly beating heart that was full of adrenaline.

In an effort to scare her, he menacingly stepped forward. “I ain’t afraid to hurt you lady, but the boss wants you alive. If you keep disobeying me, I'm allowed to use force.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh really, and who is your boss? I must thank him for not wanting me dead.” 

She knew she was playing with her life, but if this boy was as inexperienced as he looked, she would get the information she needed to warn Tommy. Granted, if she got out of this situation. 

“Sabini.” The man bluntly answered. 

Y/n swallowed. This wasn’t good. If Sabini’s men were here and not in London, she needed to warn Thomas immediately. Her heart pumped faster than she thought possible and every nerve in her body was on the verge of trembling from fear.

“I see.” Y/n turned her head to the foot of the bed. “Well, like I said, I’d rather not get up. Matter of fact, I’d rather keep reading. So be a dear and hand me my book, would ya?” She was stalling.

“C’mon lady, stop being stubborn. You don't even got a weapon to be making these demands.” The man sneered.

Y/n slowly adjusted herself so that she scooted away from the pillows that propped her up. She straightened her legs on the bed, her left crossed over her right. Then she leaned back on her arms, purposely pushing up her chest to show off her unbinded chest. Hopefully, he’d be dumb enough to look at her distraction, and he was. 

“Ah, well. It was worth a shot. I can tell that you're new to this whole— kidnapping thing. If you want to get better at it then you should learn this.” She paused before looking back at the man, “Always do research on your target.”

The young man’s brows furrowed, obviously confused. 

“If you did your research, like a good little gangster,” She began as she slid her left leg up off her right, causing her silk nightgown to slowly expose her leg. The man’s eyes roamed her leg once she stopped moving, leaving her left leg in a bent position. She reached for the hem of the dress and raised it further up her left leg, stopping until it got to her mid thigh, “Then you would know, that I’m always armed.”

In a swift and well practiced motion, Y/n grabbed the sharp, throwing knife from her thigh holster, and threw. The knife landed in the man’s chest, in his heart. Looking down at the knife, the man stumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet and falling onto his back. Blood quickly formed a growing splotch of red on his shirt. Y/n quickly stood from the bed to remove the gun from the man’s hand, she then crouched over him. 

She placed her hand on the knife handle, “It was a shame you didn’t do your research.” Then she pushed the knife forward, until she felt through the blade that it had really punctured his heart.

Y/n stood over the man’s body, gun in her hand, and watched the blood puddle grow. She backed away until her knees hit the bed and gave way. Letting out a shaky breath, she sat with the gun in her lap. In an attempt to avoid looking at the body laid in front of her, Y/n stared at the ceiling. 

The adrenaline began to wear off, and the reality of the situation dawned on her. She could have died, quite easily too. If her attacker had not been so inexperienced and if she wasn’t wanted brought back alive, she could have died. Then, she thought of her husband.

Tommy. 

Had the man lying dead on her carpet opened the door and shot, Tommy would have had to come home to her dead body instead. The thought of Tommy finding her body, cold and bloody, scared her more than death. She couldn’t imagine the pain of him being alone. He would blame himself for her death. He would say he couldn’t protect her, and he would loathe himself for the rest of his life. Tears began to prick her eyes and her throat tightened. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears to go away and for her erratic heart beat to calm down. 

She killed a man.

That’s the only thought she could process. Her emotions muddled her thinking. Never before had she used her knives to kill. She used guns, from far away. She used punches to knock people out. She used her knives to injure, but never before had she needed them to kill. She was slightly glad for the memory of Tommy coming back home from an errand, returning with the thin knife holster that he insisted she wear when he wasn’t home. She was also glad that she made it a rule for herself to never take it off unless Tommy was home with her. 

Then, the silence of the house was broken again. She flinched. This time, the sound came from the front door slamming open and muffled shouts that she could only register as her name. 

“Y/n! Y/n where are you?” The voice shouted.

She couldn’t pinpoint who it was, not in her boggled state of mind, but she knew it was safe. So she answered. 

“In the bedroom.” 

Her eyes were still shut and her head faced the ceiling when Tommy rushed in.

“Y/n.” His voice was slightly breathless as he took in the sight before him. 

The room was covered in warm, candle light, giving a complete opposite tone to the tense atmosphere. His wife sat on the bed with a gun in her lap. A man, with his wife’s knife in his chest, laid dead on the ground and a puddle of blood surrounded his wound. 

Y/n opened her eyes and looked at her husband. She could see the fear and worry that filled his eyes, his face in slight shock.

Thomas was relieved to see his wife unharmed, but he could see the tears that were threatening to fall. Her slumped shoulders were signs of exhaustion. The way her chest moved up and down with heavy breathes told him she was on the verge of holding herself together. 

Arthur and John came bounding up the stairs next, and found their places on either side of Thomas. 

Y/n’s voice came out void of emotion, but her teary eyes said it all. “One of Sabini’s men.” She stated before turning her eyes to the ceiling once more, trying to blink away tears. “Please get him out of my sight.” The growing puddle of blood made her want to throw up. 

“You heard her,” Thomas said in a low tone, staring at his wife with concerned eyes. “Get rid of ‘em.” His voice was just above a whisper.

Arthur and John stepped forward, grabbing the man by his arms and lugged him out of the room. Only once the man had been removed did Thomas walk towards his wife. Only when he wrapped his arms around her did she let herself cry. She let herself sob and express how truly scared she was when the man burst into her room, and pointed a gun to her head. 

Thomas held her close and kissed her head. He whispered in her ear that she was okay, and that she did what she needed to do. Holding her close, he told her he loved her, and promised to never let anything like that happen to her again. 

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We Can Love You Now

Anon requested:  *whispers from away* Rafael and Chris meet again

Ding ding ding ding we have a winner! Also this is lowkey for @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow specifically just throwing that out there

Rafael has previously appeared here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. Oh good lord he needs his own list now doesn’t he?

CW: Derogatory victim-blaming language early on, recovering whumpee, trauma response, fluff really, this is the real comf shit, conditioned behavior, pure unadultered joy, BBU

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"You can't be serious. Where the fuck will I put him?" Jake's voice hisses in the twilight near-darkness where he stands on the porch. "You've given me no warning, Martin, and you know damn well that every safehouse in the entire fucking country is on total security lockdown-"

"Because of what your fucking Romantic did!" Calvin Martin hisses right back, his finger right in Jake's face. Jake feels a sudden urge to bite it off, spit the digit into the bushes, punch him bloody.

"I think you mean my little brother." He fights to keep himself calm, his heartbeat pounding against his chest under the loose t-shirt he wears, something he had pulled out of the dirty pile this morning because in his exhaustion he couldn’t remember which pile was the clean one. 

“Sure, whatever you call him now. Because of your little brother’s dramatic show, we’re all in goddamn danger, Stanton, and I can’t keep anyone who’s a risk to my household and our safety!”

“Romantics aren’t just a danger-”

“I caught him giving money to street walkers, Stanton!”

Jake can’t help it - his eyes flick upwards to look at the young man still sitting in the passenger seat of Calvin Martin’s little nondescript four-door Toyota. He got a glimpse of short very dark or black hair, eyes pointed downward, a black turtleneck sweater, olive skin pale from lack of sun. “You what?”

“He’s been lying at therapy, lying to me, taking his spending money and heading down to the red light and buying himself fucking hookers. I’ve suspected him for weeks, caught him at it red-handed this time. You know damn well we can’t keep someone who is breaking the rules like that.”

“And you think I can?”

“I think you keep a whole house of them. Your other runaways can take the risk but mine are fragile and-”

“My house is fragile, too!” He’s struggling not to raise his voice, the anger boiling inside of him. All around Calvin Martin’s careful phrasing is what he’s not saying but badly wants to, the words Jake can hear even when they’re not spoken. The things they’ve called Kauri, and Chris, to Jake’s face and behind everyone’s backs, again and again.

Whore. Slut. Liar. Snitch. Stupid. 

“You do just fine for yourself, Stanton. Look, I need to keep my people safe, and if you don’t take him, I’m driving him downtown and he can figure his shit out with the prostitutes he’s been pretending are his fucking friends.”

“Have you tried giving him actual friends?”

“You know that they can’t be allowed too close to the others-”

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. Fucking hell, Martin, no fucking wonder, you absolute piece of shit, how fucking stupid are you?!” He could punch a wall right about now, and it’s only the subtle memory of his father’s rage that holds him back. 

He is not his father.

But other than his father - and the memory of the way it felt when his knuckles connected with his dad’s face is one of the best he has - this is the person he has most wanted to hit in his entire life.

“Don’t you dare speak to me that way!” Martin snaps back, his own voice just below a full-on shout at this point. “I’ve been running a safehouse since you were still in high school-”

“I would’ve done a better job in high school than you do now!” He has to walk away, he has to, or he’s going to hurt someone. Jake steps abruptly back and away, stomping down the porch steps. After a hesitation, Martin trails after him, still all puffed-up in anger but smart enough to keep some distance between them. “Romantics are touch-starved to the extreme, they need contact with other people, they have to learn the safe way to get affection or they go fucking crazy with it, Martin! This is Safehouse 101 shit!”

“What you mean is they need to be able to assault the others in the house and get away with it!”

“No! I don't!” Jake stomps to the car, and he can see the poor Romantic runaway inside cringing away in a sudden terror of the rage on his face. He stops, takes a deep breath in and out. A movement catches the corner of his vision and he glances up to see his neighbor twitching the curtains close to avoid being seen watching.

Great. Fucking fantastic.

“You teach them how to be safe, Martin.” He calms his voice back down, speaking low without looking back. “You show them what safe is. You don’t let them assault anyone, you show them that there are ways to feel safe and loved that don’t involve sex. You show them that it’s not a transaction, that you will help them no matter who they are or what they’ve been forced to do. You show them that they are a human being, and worthy of all the same care as any other human being, and you don’t kick them out for a fucking conditioned response!”

“That’s the problem with you, Stanton, you coddle them and then they end up on national television turning all of us into targets!”

“We were already targets!” Jake groans. He’s been fielding complaints like this ever since Chris appeared on television, he and Kauri standing tall and strong and brave in front of a press corps, in front of the entire damn world. Jake had been terrified and proud of them both, had welcomed Kauri home with a huge so tight he’d felt the smaller man’s ribs creak, had sworn he couldn’t live with them so far away from him for so long ever again, had said all kinds of embarrassing things in the airport parking lot on the way back to the car.

To their credit, neither of them had laughed at him. And Kauri had cried a little, too.

“Sure, sure, we were watched, but nothing like it’s been since your brother put a big flashing sign over us telling WRU to wipe us out!”

“They haven’t done that!”

“They will soon enough!”

“You don’t know that!”

Calvin Martin takes a deep breath, putting a hand up over his face. “Jake. Stanton. I need you to listen to me. Real life isn’t the goddamn movies, okay? There’s no teenager who saves the fucking world-”

“What about that Greta kid-”

“Shut up. There’s no single teenager who saves the world, there’s no credits rolling before the consequences roll down. We’re going to be wiped out, and WRU will still be there, same as always. Bigger even, probably. In fifty years they’ll say it was great publicity. Your brother and your boyfriend-”

“I’ll ask you to call Kauri my fucking husband, Calvin-”

“Fine, fine. Your husband and your brother have ruined all of us. All of us. Do you get that? People like me, running all the other safehouses, we’re treading water until we get rounded up. I hope you’re still proud of them when every one of my household is back in that damn Facility having their brains wiped. I hope you’re fucking proud of them when your brain gets wiped, too.”

Jake swallows, because some of this mirrors his own fears and concerns. That it would put too big a target on them, that they’d become too difficult for WRU to ignore. They’ve been on some kind of PR blitz trying to fix it, with little to no luck. The revelations keep rolling out, new information.

That it turned out Karen Renford herself had knowingly taken a pet who had been kidnapped as a sixteen year old teenager walking home from soccer practice… that had been one hell of a hook for a lot of stories.

The guy who owned that big dating app had his Romantic removed from his custody, the guy in an adjustment house somewhere being prepared for a return to his family in Iran. One girl had even called in to a national television show to report her parents were about to give away the bonded pair that had more or less raised she and her siblings, and there had been a whole national news story about the dark side of the Platonic Companion. On the surface, it’s all good news.

But Jake has been seeing the vans more often, too. 

WRU won’t go down without a fight.

Maybe it had been a mistake to send Chris and Kauri off to do what they wanted. But maybe it hadn’t been, and now they were in the in-between, trying to figure out which way the pendulum would swing.

“Look. I am proud of them, and even if I end up in one of those Facilities, I’ll still be proud of what they did as long as a single one of my brain cells still remembers them. But even if you’re scared, Cal, don’t… don’t take it out on someone who just wants to feel safe, okay? He’s probably more scared than you could ever be.”

“Ha.” Calvin Martin rolls his eyes. “I doubt it, with what he gets up to.”

“Have someone torture you every time you say no and see how fast you learn to always, always say yes.” Jake opens the door to the car, looking down at the young man, who looks nervously up at him, his hands folded politely in his lap. “Come on, out you go.”

The young man swallows, throat visibly bobbing underneath the turtleneck, and nods, standing slowly up in the driveway, immediately hugging himself and looking down at the ground, toeing at a crack in the driveway.

“So you’ll take him?” Calvin Martin is already pulling a backpack out of the backseat of the car, and it’s just so sadly half-empty that Jake almost can’t bear to look at it. 

“Of course I am. It’ll all be okay, Martin. We were overdue for going public, and this way they couldn’t sweep it under the rug.” He looks down at the runaway, who doesn’t look up. “What’s your name?”

The runaway clears his throat, and speaks in a low voice. Jake can hear how he’s been trained to have a fluid, musical lilt to his speech. Went to someone who wanted him out in public now and then, he thinks. “Rafael, sir.”

“Just Jake, please. Did you pick the name, or is it one you were given? Usually we have our people pick new names, if they want to.”

“I like my name,” Rafael murmurs, glancing over at Martin. “I-... I didn’t want to change it.”

“That’s fine. We have two in my house right now who wanted to keep their names, that’s just fine.”

“It-... it is?” Rafael brightens a little at that, and Jake sees the same hint of a painfully naive need to trust that he’s seen in a dozen or more pairs of eyes by now in his career. People whose ability to discern who can be believed has been eroded so badly they don’t even remember how not to believe what they’re told.

“Not a problem. Not here. Give me the backpack, Martin.” Jake holds out his hand, but Cal just lets the whole thing drop onto the driveway, turning and walking around to the driver’s side of his car. Jake stands there with his hand out like an asshole, watching him turn the key in the ignition and back up, nearly running over Jake’s foot with his tire before he pulls away and drives down the street, clearly laying on the gas to go fast as he can.

Rafael and Jake just watch him go.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with him,” Jake says after a long pause. “That had to be pretty awful.”

“He’s not so bad,” Rafael answers, voice still quiet, leaning down to pick his backpack up and pull it on over his shoulders. He pulls something out of his pocket, a large plastic feather that looks vaguely familiar, rubbing at it with his thumbs, moving them back and forth over the carved vanes. “I broke… I broke the rules, so…”

“He fucked up first, let me reassure you. You shouldn’t ever have been put in a position where you had to sneak around to get basic needs met.” 

The runaway’s dark, thick eyebrows furrow in confusion and maybe hope, as he looks up at Jake. “Needs? Mr. Martin said-”

“Mr. Martin was wrong. I get it, man. I’ve been working with recovering Romantics for a long, long time. My husband was a Romantic, my little brother was, my whole house is for Romantics. That’s what we work with, because everybody’s different, but there are some commonalities. You’ll figure it out as we go, no pressure, but… do you mind sharing a room? I don’t have any empty bedrooms right now.”

“Sharing?” The hope grows. Jake’s chest aches at the sight. “I can have a-... a roommate? I’ve never slept alone before I ran away, and-... I don’t like it, not hearing anyone else at night, so... I don’t sleep so well.”

“Yeah, no problem. That’s really, really common, Rafael.”

“It… it is?” 

Jesus Christ, what was Calvin Martin telling this poor guy?

“Yeah, it is. Oh, hang on, my brother’s home from his partner’s, you can meet him.” Jake looks up, catches a flash of Chris’s new short lavender hair down the street, walking down the sidewalk with his earpods in, swaying side to side as he walks with his hands moving, fingers twisting and occasionally tapping on himself or in the air. He has on a t-shirt for the Lion King musical, black with a yellow lion drawn in what looks like rough stripes of paint, with his favorite black jeans, worn to charcoal gray and torn at the knees. His low voice is audible before he gets close enough to actually talk to or they can quite hear what he’s singing. 

Jake leans over to Rafael. “Five dollars says he’s listening to the fucking Evita soundtrack again. He’s been on a tear for Evita lately.”

Rafael blinks. “I’ve seen that,” He says, a little weakly. He rubs the feather in his hand a little harder. “I, should I go inside? Will he be upset at someone new…?”

“No, Chris likes meeting people. He’ll be excited we have someone new at the house, I promise, don’t worry about it.”

Rafael nods, but Jake can see the tension in his shoulders, how carefully he holds himself with a kind of purposeful elegance. It’s constructed, crafted. It looks like how Kauri used to stand, sometimes, before he finally became relaxed enough to slouch whenever he felt like it, which was… most of the time. 

Chris finally gets within full earshot, and Jake hears his voice, thin but not the worst singing in the world, rising high to the very top of his limited range. “-tears dry without you... life goes on but I’m gone, cause I die without you-”

“Oh, what do you know, it’s Rent. I guess I owe you five dollars, Rafael.”

“... I’ve seen that show, too.” Rafael’s voice is slightly distant, and he squints a little at Chris. “Um, what did you say his name was?”

“Chris, he’s Christopher Stanton-”

Chris looks up, giving Jake a cheery wave when he sees him standing there. Since the Olympics, since speaking out in public in front of everyone, since the news had filtered in about his aunt’s arrest, he’s moved with a kind of lightness that he’s never had before. 

Jake waves back, but Chris’s eyes move to Rafael, standing beside him, and he watches Chris’s arm drop. 

“Did-...” Rafael’s voice catches, and he holds that plastic feather to his chest, as if clutching it for protection. Jake realizes why it looks so familiar - Chris used to have one of those in that color, before he went to the natural history museum with Laken that one time-

Wait a second-

“Did he used to have blue hair?” Rafael asks in a thin, trembling voice. He slides off the backpack, but it’s more like he just sort of forgets to wear it, suddenly. It thumps to the ground.

Chris has broken into a run, the last of the sun glinting off his hair, turning purple nearly back to red again with the reflection of the darkening light. He tears the earbuds from his ears and jams them into his pocket. His smile is brilliant, he’s all eyes and lips in his narrow face.

Before Jake can answer, Chris has already closed the distance, and he smacks into Rafael so hard the two of them stumble backwards and Jake has to throw his hands out to keep Rafael from falling backwards onto the ground. “You did it you did it you you you, you, you, you, you did it, you did it did it did, did, you you you-”

Rafael is frozen, for half a second, with his hands pressed between the two of them, dark eyes wide. Then he wriggles his arms free just around to throw them around Chris’s waist, burying his face into the young man’s neck. 

“You told me somebody loved me,” He whispers, and Jake closes his eyes against his own tears. How many times had they had to tell Chris that, when he was new and scared and convinced he couldn’t be loved? How many times have they all had to hold Kauri through his own sobbing insistence that he was used up, ruined, destroyed, not worth the care they showed him?

“Somebody did,” Chris says, and he’s practically vibrating in the embrace, his hands moving in short bursts. “And, and, and, and somebody will, and, and, Rafael, Rafael-Rafael-Rafael-Rafael-... you kept my my my feather you kept you you-... you-... I, I, I-, I can’t, I can’t-”

He pulls away, spinning in a circle, hands flapping through the air as his excitement overwhelms his body, up near his face and then down around his waist and back again, humming loudly, tunelessly. Rafael watches, startled, stepping back a little as he’d press himself to Jake’s side for protection.

“He’s so fucking happy,” Jake explains, his voice catching, strained a little. He hasn’t seen Chris like this since he got into college. “This is how he is when he’s happy. He talked about you for weeks. I-... I didn’t realize you were the same person, or I would have said… God, I wish we’d known about you sooner.”

“You… you do?” Rafael turns to look up at him, then back at Chris. “You wish you had?”

“Been able to bring you here? Absolutely. Chris was so worried for you, when he stopped getting updates on where you were.” He thinks about it, and then clears his throat.

Chris pauses in his ecstatic stimming, looking up at Jake. 

“Keep smiling like that and your face will break,” Jake says, teasing, but he can’t help but return the smile. “Chris, Rafael is going to stay with us, he needs a permanent safehouse and he was just dropped off. I don’t have any empty rooms, and I’d like to keep respecting Eli’s request for his own space until he’s ready, so-”

“Can, can, can, can can can Rafael share my room?” Chris beats him to the punch, bouncing on his toes. “I, I, I can hang around more, um, Laken can come hang out here for a while, would, can we, can I-I-I, can can can-”

“Yeah,” Jake cuts in, grinning as Chris responds by spinning around one more time, then pulling Rafael to him for another crushing hug, rocking forward and back against him, hands moving up to cup either side of his face, arms around his neck.

Rafael’s eyes close, exhaling, and he nuzzles into Chris’s neck in a familiar gesture, making his way to Chris’s mouth to kiss him-

Chris freezes at first, and Jake nearly steps forward - but then Chris pulls back, putting his hand up to Rafael’s mouth. “No kissing,” He says, softly, and Jake’s knees nearly buckle at hearing his own tone in Chris’s voice, the gentle rebuke that doesn’t come with judgement that he’s used on every Romantic he’s ever worked with. 

That he’d had to use with Chris himself, once upon a time, over and over.

He could nearly fall at seeing Chris simply refuse something he doesn’t want, with such ease and comfort that nothing bad will happen if he does.

Rafael’s face falls. “I’m sorry, I don’t-... it’s not-... I’m so sorry-”

“It’s, it’s it’s it’s okay,” Chris says, and hugs Rafael again. “It, it, it takes a while to, to, um, to learn how to… not do it. I remember. It’s, it’s okay. It’ll be okay.”

Rafael nods, and hesitantly lets his arms move around Chris’s waist again. When he isn’t shoved away, he tightens the embrace, and ducks his head against Chris’s shoulder. His shoulders start to shake, and Jake realizes after a second passes that he’s crying.

“I hate being alone,” Rafael says, voice muffled against Chris’s shirt and thick with emotion. “I hate it so much.”

“Me, me, too,” Chris says, and one hand starts to rub Rafael’s back, up and down. Rafael goes nearly boneless against him, breath shuddering in relief at the simple, easy touch given without restrictions. “But you, you’re not, now. We’ve got you.”

Jake has to turn away, or he’ll get too emotional, too.

Behind him, he hears Chris whisper one more time. “We’ve, we’ve got you, Rafael. We’ve got you.”

“Who… who loved me? Who loved me before I was this?” 

Jake climbs the stairs and opens the door, and the two younger men trail him, almost reluctant to come in from the warm evening air. Jake’s eyes move over the neighborhood, and he catches a kid from the house across the street sitting out on their front lawn. The kid gives him a wave and a thumbs-up.

Jake swallows and closes the door behind Rafael and Chris.

Maybe the Olympics were a mistake.

But maybe… they weren’t.

“Here,” Chris is saying, taking Rafael’s hand to lead him up the stairs. Normally, Jake would do the house tour now, but instead he just watches them go. He sees, in his mind’s eye, a young nervous Chris with his carefully trimmed coppery hair over his eyes, a Chris with his fingers white-knuckling his shirt to keep himself from moving, a Chris who still had a collar on until they took it off of him…

And instead, here in his house, there is a Chris nearly ten years later with lavender hair and his ears covered in piercings, a new lip ring, the healed scar along his forehead, leading a nervous new rescue up the stairs to show him his new home.

“I don’t, I, I don’t know who loved you, before,” Chris says. “But we, we, we, we can love you, now, while, while you find out.” As they turn on the landing, he glances back down at Jake and smiles at him.

Jake returns it. He feels Kauri comes alongside him, and shifts, sliding an arm around Kauri’s shoulders as Kauri’s go around his waist. 

“Who’s that?” Kauri asks, in a low voice.

Jake turns and presses a kiss to his curls, still wet from the shower. “New resident. He’s going to stay with Chris.”

“Chris is okay with that?”

“His idea. Remember when he convinced that Romantic he saw at a museum to call for help getting out? That’s him.”

“It is?” Kauri smiles, head against Jake’s shoulder. “He must be thrilled.”

Jake thinks of Chris spinning in circles in the drive, hands flapping, the humming sound that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside him. He thinks of the way they had hugged each other, the relief in Rafael, the joy in Chris.

Open joy, shown in every single inch of his body, not a single sound or motion held back or hidden.

“You have no idea.”

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