#his build isn't PERFECT yet but it's at a point where i can leave it and finally move on to the other neglected 70% of my roster

[readychilledwine]

hii!! i’m in love w your writing!!❤️❤️❤️ can i please request one where it’s azriel x reader. Feyre sees azriel wearing a ring on his left finger and asks,

” i’ve seen you wear that ring forever azriel, what does it mean? ”

” it’s my wedding ring ”

and her jaw drops bc she didn’t know he even had a lover.

” who is she? do i know her? what is she like? ”

he smiles faintly and says

” her name is y/n, she’s my mate and wife and she isn’t a warrior like us, she works at a library downtown. you don’t know her, only rhys and cassian do. we have a house in the outskirts in velaris. she is very sweet and i love her more than anything, our daughter is- ”

” YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER ????? ”

he nods and tells them all about her, he asks if feyre wants to meet reader and their daughter and feyre smiles and nods. He asks reader in the mating bond if it’s okay to bring her, nyx, rhys and cassian to dinner. reader says yes and azriel tells feyre he’ll pick them all up tonight before leaving to help his wife prepare. Reader meets feyre and become friends instantly, nyx and their daughter become friends aswell.

” how did i not know this?? this makes so much sense now. How he never sleeps here and he’s gone for days sometimes but not on missions. ” feyre asks rhysand.

”don’t worry i didn’t know for a long time either, Az is a very private person, he is extremely protective of his family. i’m glad he told me at all. either way he’s still a mystery sometimes, i learn new things about him all the time and i’ve known him for over 500 years” rhys says and laughs knowing your perfect for his brother 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️😭🥹😍

Haven

Warnings - none

A/n - I played with this for a while, rewrote it several times, and then made something that met in the middle of what came to mind, but still stuck with the request. Hopefully, you love it, dear 💜

Feyre had been in Velaris for 5 years. 5 long years and she had yet to figure out why Azriel kept a simple black band on his left ring finger at all times.

The two of them were on the couch, Rhys across from them, as they looked over maps of a few of the Illyrian Camps that had been recently renovated. The new cabins, mess halls, and dorms were a huge success, and figuring out the same layout for the remaining few was a huge topic of interest for the three smaller camps.

She glanced at the ring one more time before tapping it. Rhys and Azriel both looked at her, brows raised. "So, not magic," she muttered to herself. She tried spell cleaving it, "And not a ward or shield."

Azriel blinked at her, brows knit in silent question. Rhys had his hand over his mouth, hiding his amusement. Leave it to his wife to provide entertainment without knowing it was needed. "I-" she sighed. "You wear this ring all the time. I'm trying to figure out why."

Both of the males chuckled. "Probably the same reason you wear your wedding ring, Feyre Darling."

The High Lady made face, tapping the ring again. "Don't be ridiculous, Rhys. I would know if Azriel was married."

"Evidently not, my love."

Feyre and Azriel held eye contact, the male then going back to the maps. "Since I have extensive time in Steppes Peak, I think it would be easiest to move the mess hall here, at the base of the mountain, maintain the warroom in the carved out cave, and build better dorms here," he pointed to an empty part of the map.

Rhys nodded, drawing it out on the empty map he had. "I'm sure y/n will agree with whatever you say."

"Okay, stop." Feyre crossed her arms, pouting slightly at the two of them. "Azriel isn't married, and making up some name to make me feel stupid isn't kind."

Azriel sighed. He leaned back while dropping the scent ward he kept on himself at all times. He watched as her face fell. He knew his scent, chilled air and cedar, was the predominant one in the mateship, but now a soft floral scent, something like lavender and warm honey clung there softly.

"I've been married for longer than you have been alive, Fey." Azriel patted her hand. "I have a daughter older than you and another younger than Nyx."

He watched as her face fell, a small amount of hurt flashing across it. "Why didn't you tell me?" She paused, looking at the sleeping heir in his craddle. "We could be having play dates. I could have a friend who understands."

Guilt settled into his face as he pulled her into him. "I torture people for living, sweet sister. I execute people on your orders. I imprison people with a flick of your wrist." He tilted Feyre's head up. "Y/n has no combat training and refused to learn. She likes to sit at home writing poetry, baking, and cuddling our children. I do not bring her around or introduce them to anyone to keep them safe." His face held the ghost of a rare smile. "I think I've brought her to meet Rhys and Cassian once."

Rhys nodded. "I've met her once here and several times behind your back in town. Especially after my first niece was born."

Feyre kept her gaze on Nyx. "He could have a friend," her voice was distant.

Azriel stood, placing a kiss on her forehead as he did. "I'll be right back." Rhysand's smile grew wide. Folding the maps and putting them away. He moved to the liquor cabinet, bringing down one of his more expensive wines.

Azriel reappeared with you and both daughters in tow. Your oldest ran to Rhys, jumping on him and holding him tightly, her wings fluttering with joy as she did. "Hello, Amara," he nuzzled into her hair. "Missed you so much, baby girl. Cassian is on his way."

He walked with her in his arms to the table, setting the wine down and then carried her over to Feyre. "Would you like to meet your aunt?" She allowed Rhys to set her down and turned toward Feyre.

There was little question she was Azriel's. She was the beautiful artists dreamed of painting. Soft classic features framed with inky black hair that fell in gorgeous curls. "Feyre, this is our niece Amara. She's 56. She was my favorite suprise when I got home from the mountain."

She smiled shyly, keeping close to Rhysand. "Hi."

"Hi," Feyre didn't know what came over her, pulling the Illyrian female close to her and holding her. "I'm so excited to meet you."

Amara wrapped her arms around Feyre, returning the gesture. "Me too. Mom and I have been BEGGING dad for a while. But you know how the bats are."

The door slammed open, rushed loud footsteps and a panting filling the hall. "Where's my baby?!"

Amara pulled away from Feyre, smiling softly before moving away from all of them. She was rushed by Cassian, lifted up into his arms as he spun her.

Feyre looked to her side, noticing Azriel next to her, holding a swaddled bundle. "This is Iris. She's a month younger than Nyx." Azriel wouldn't look away from his daughter and her peaceful sleeping face. "I fear the day she loses her chipmunk cheeks."

Feyre looked around the room, trying to find the reason this was happening and felt her heart shift when she saw you, arm wrapped around Rhysand's bicep, looking at Nyx.

You were wingless, long dark hair braided back. Soft leggings and a sweater that was a few sizes too big covering your frame. Cassian had moved next to you, bumping you with his arm and smiling down at you. "He's so beautiful," your voice was a melody, a soft echo that brought calm to the room. "And so sweet. Look at those rosy cheeks."

Rhysand pulled you away, moving you back to Feyre. He handed you to Azriel, arms out expectedly. "Don't make me command it."

The shadowsinger placed his youngest in Rhysand's arms, hands shaking despite the trust between them, "Be careful with her. Please." Rhys nodded, moving over to Cassian. "Feyre, this is y/n, my wife and mat-"

Feyre didn't allow him to finish, hugging you instantly, tears lining her eyes as she did. "Please tell me we can be friends and cry about our babies together."

"I didn't realize that would even be a question. Of course we will be friends, and of course we will cry about all of the things. Our mates don't get it. Cassian, though, Cassian will join us."

The warlord stuck one finger in your direction. "Let me love them in peace, y/n."

You leaned into Feyre, "Has he cried while holding Nyx yet?"

She nodded. "Oh yeah. Big illyrian baby."

"The worst, aren't they? Rhysand, did you want me to make dinner?"

The High lord looked at Azriel, a small look of guilt on his face, "Please."

You squeezed Feyre's arm, kissing Azriel as you moved towards the kitchen. "You know where to find me if she needs me." He nodded.

Azriel moved to Cassian, watching like a hawk as the general snuggled the small babe in his arms. Amara was sitting by Nyx a look of love and adoration on her face as she sighed.

"She's perfect for Azriel in every way," Rhys stroked Feyre's hand. "I was nervous at first too when he brought her home. I was even more nervous when his fears manifested in the form of being deeply private with her. But she is perfect for him."

Feyre nodded, watching as Azriel glared as Cassian due to the loud squeak his baby had just let out.

"His girls are beautiful." Rhys hummed in agreement. "Y/n is beautiful."

Feyre moved to Amara's side, sitting next to her and smiling as her niece started asking questions.

She didn't realize it until now, but this was the missing piece. The part of the puzzle that had sat empty despite every thing around it being done. You and your girls were that lost center.

Now she just had to convince Azriel to keep bringing you around.

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[hanniescookie]

too many hobbies - YJH

pairing - jeonghan x f!reader

genre - domestic au, fluff

warnings - use of pet names (baby for reader, hannie for jh), kissing, pure fluff, mentions of mild insecurities, and uhm yeah that's it ig

summary - everyone around you seems to be soaring, traveling and building perfect lives while you're surrounded by the love of your many hobbies that leaves you feeling a little confused at times. luckily, jeonghan is there to not let you feel insecure.

author's note - second fic and i'm sooo nervous even though i've been writing for 7 years already 😭 anyway, this is for the bbangi to my shingi @kissbyoon / baby you deserve all the love 🤍 i'm ltr sharing jeonghan w you so like gimme some love 😔☝🏻

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You slump tiredly into your couch for the first time in a while, closing your eyes as the setting sun reflects on your face from the large window. It's not everyday that your energy goes down, but inevitably, there are days like today when you want to isolate yourself from the world just a little bit.

The living room of your apartment is still messy with all the stuff — papers, scissors, crayons, and stationary of all sort — that you were using to make your boyfriend a gift card.

Your eyes scan all the stuff, and most importantly, the pretty purple and white gift card you completed before leaving for the dance studio. It looks meaningless now, not even slightly pretty to your eyes.

All you can think about is how your dance colleagues talked about their life plans a while ago – how their words sent you in a spiral of uncertainty about your own life.

"You all, please pray I pass the audition. Not for another second am I going to waste my time here!"

"You will! Trust yourself. I thought I was going nowhere until I got my job."

"But I have come to terms with the fact that dancing here won't get me anywhere, I'm probably gonna make use of my degree and apply at the law firm."

"Well of course, I just can't sit with my hobby for a lifetime. I'm pushing my age already, so I'm hoping for my promotion."

It isn't like you to ponder over words, but this conversation did make you feel overwhelmed. Maybe you are being sensitive, but seeing everyone else talk about their sorted life makes this mess in your living room a lot suffocating than it is.

You reach out, holding the gift card in your hands and staring at it for a while. It speaks ugly words to you — pointing fingers at you and calling you a loser.

Your fingers involuntarily curl into it, almost about to rip it apart when a pretty voice breaks your reverie.

"Oh my baby!!! Did you make that for me? Show me!"

Jeonghan appears beside you out of nowhere, making you blink at him in surprise as the card is nearly snatched from your hand. The awe on his face makes your heart soften. He reads the card — all silly little messages you had scribbled in there — his contagious smile broadening on his face.

Before you can say anything, he has wrapped you in his arms, squishing you into his large frame. "Why are you soooo sweet? What if I cry?"

You end up smiling against his chest, wrapping your arms around him with a sigh. He has managed to wash away any negative emotions you were facing a while ago so easily. "We all know you're not gonna cry that easily, hannie."

He pulls away just enough to meet your eyes, a constant smile plastered on his lips. "I appreciate that you know me well, but I fear you're not entirely aware of how much I love these little things you do."

Something in your chest flutters as your smile dims slightly, staring at this loveable man and his comforting existence. He didn't even need to give you a whole speech about how it's good that you're on your own pace, and you're doing great in life (he can provide you with words of affirmation if needed) yet you're already feeling like none of people's words matter. Because you're reminded of the fact that you're indeed exactly where you're meant to be, and you'll be where you're meant to be in the future too.

You press a feather-light kiss to his nose, "What little things?"

He grins, returning the gesture with a more firm kiss than yours. "These little gifts you make me. But that's not all I love about you, you know? I love all that you do. Your dance, your impromptu shower singing, those stories you write in your laptop — I love all of it. Never quit on any of your hobbies. They make you, you."

It isn't like you to cry easily as well, but when you feel the sight of your pretty boyfriend blurring a little, you know you have tears in your eyes. He furrows his brows, instant concern spreading all over his features.

His hand cups your cheek softly. "Baby? What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

You sniff, and close your eyes for a second so the tear residing there falls past your cheek. Then you shake your head. "Never." You breathe. "You can never say anything wrong, hannie. In fact, you only ever say everything right. Everything to make me feel special."

He doesn't seem convinced given that he still doesn't smile. He just continues to look at you, trying to detect signs of distress. "Baby—"

You giggle a little, moving to wrap your arms around his neck. "Don't worry. I just got a little emotional because of what you said. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

You nod, feeling his thumb wipe at the lone tear that had fallen before he finally breaks into his signature teasing grin. "Who's the one easily crying now?"

You roll your eyes despite the smile on your face, "Stop being so cocky."

"You love it." He grins, kissing you briefly because he couldn't resist it. You hum, and chase his lips the moment he pulls away. He wants to tease, but right now he's going to give you what you want so he smiles and kisses you back.

If it's with Jeonghan and his gravitational comfort, you know you'll get everywhere you want to be in life.

[cheriewoo]

Switch Me Up Like Nintendo | Jeong Yunho ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

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☆ Day 09 : Riling Up, Public Sex

↬ [ Synopsis ] : Riling Yunho up has its dangerous consequences, but you can't resist the thrill, especially when you know his rewards will leave you craving more. Angry Yunho = GodMode unclocked!

Word Count : 2.1k Genre : Smut, Gamer Au. Pairing : GammerBF! Yunho x GamerGF! Reader

WARNINGS : Established relationship, riling up, angst, dom/sub undertones, soft dom! Yunho, unprotected sex (don’t do it kids, wrap it up), internet cafe public sex, praise, pet names, size kink (its Yunho, so ofc).

Tag list OPEN! - let me know if you want to be tagged for this Kinktober list

☆☆☆ NOTE : Day 09 is here with our fav puppy boy, Yunho. ma chéries, I enjoyed writing this so much, hope you love it darlings.☆

Yunho isn't usually a sore loser when playing video games,well, maybe just a little. But repeatedly losing can test anyone's patience, and if you had a hand in his defeat, it's bound to become a problem. A problem you're more than happy to endure, especially when it comes to facing the consequences.

An intense match of Valorant is unfolded between San and Yunho, but with a twist—it's a blindfolded battle. One player is blindfolded while their teammate guides them to take down the opponent and secure a kill. The first team to reach 10 kills wins the match.

It’s you and San versus Yunho and Yuna, and let’s just say your guiding skills are a little too effective, enabling San to successfully kill Yunho every single time. After all, you didn’t reach Immortal rank for nothing.

The first two kills were a breeze, Yunho and Yuna weren’t quite prepared, as Yuna was still warming up to her role as Yunho's guide. Meanwhile, you and San, having played countless matches together, secured easy kills. Yunho wasn’t too bothered at this point, after all, it wasn’t the end of the match yet.

But then came the next five kills. In a flash, you directed San through a series of crazy, sneaky attacks from ridiculously clean headshots, one-tap kills, and to even a jaw-dropping knife kill that sent the crowd into a chorus of cheers. The score was now 7-0, and let’s just say Yunho's patience was wearing thin.The whole internet cafe erupted with cheers as you looked around for familiar faces of your freinds as Wooyoung, Hongjoong and Jongho’s face came into sight.

The match was intense, the tension in the room thick. Yunho was laser-focused, determined to turn things around, while Yuna, now fully in sync with him, guided his every move. But even with San blindfolded, you were in control, leading him with precision, knowing exactly how to push Yunho’s buttons.

“San, let’s take our time… no need to rush. We want to savor every moment before we finish them off.” you whispered, just loud enough for Yunho to hear. The tease in your voice was unmistakable. You heard him let out a low groan, oh…music to your ears. Riling him up slowly and steadily was exactly how you enjoyed it.

With the score at 9-0, you couldn’t help but smirk. You knew exactly what you were doing. Each time San landed a perfect headshot or a sneaky kill, you could see Yunho’s frustration building.

“Sannie, let’s get in close, really close… I want them to feel our every move.” you said, your smirk evident in your voice, a smirk Yunho could almost picture behind his blindfold, one he was eager to wipe away.

It wasn’t just about winning anymore, it was about making him squirm and enjoying the way you were getting under his skin, after all that is when you gonna get your sweet reward, as an angry and frustrated Yunho is a sight to behold. And when he fucks you crazy with your eyes rolled back as he devours you with wet kisses, choking you with the perfect amount of force, a point where pain turns into ecstatic pleasure while overstimulating the heck out you yet not letting you cum.

But as much as you enjoyed riling Yunho up, you didn’t want him to leave completely defeated. There’s a fine line between being playful and harsh. So, as the next round started, you decided to give him a chance.

“San, hold on a moment” you said, your voice carrying a hint of concern. You paused deliberately, giving Yunho and Yuna a chance to catch up. With Yuna’s guidance, Yunho managed to slip through and land a shot on San, finally getting a kill.

The score changed to 9-1, and Yunho’s face lit up with a mix of triumph and something else, he knew what you were doing. Despite being blindfolded, he shot you a playful glare and said, “I’ll be keeping this in mind for later.” His frustration turned into a competitive grin. You’d given him a small win, but it was clear he was plotting his own revenge, a sweet revenge at that.

In the final round, you decided it was time to end the match. With San blindfolded, you guided him with intense focus, directing his every move with precision.

“I love how you follow my every command, San. Now, let’s show them how perfectly we work together.” you said, earning a confident “Fuck yeah! lets finish them off” from San.

“I see you’ve got quite the skill. Maybe I’ll need to have a closer look at your talents later.” Yunho teased, his voice laced with playful intrigue. While his mind was fully focused on the game, his body ached to get up and take you right then and there. The crowd’s noise faded into the background as his thoughts were consumed by you and your sweet voice guiding San, effortlessly overshadowing Yuna’s commands.

“We’re not done yet. Let’s see if you can really finish this.” Yuna shouted, bringing Yunho back to his senses. He tried to focus on the match as much as he could, but despite his efforts, he struggled to keep up.

The tension built as you carefully led San into position, like a predator waiting for the prey you were up with a perfect shot lined up for Yunho - Yuna.

In a dramatic climax, San took a deep breath and landed a flawless single headshot, securing the final kill. The match ended with a thrilling 10-1 victory.

The room erupted in cheers as Yunho and San removed their blindfolds.

San enveloped you in a warm, bone-crushing hug, which barely went unnoticed by Yunho as he thanked Yuna for her guidance. As Yunho made his way toward you and San, his eyes were fixed on yours, a mix of challenge and affection in his gaze. San and Yunho exchanged their usual fist bump and hug, as they always did after game nights.

You’d won the game, but you knew the real victory was yet to come later, when it was just the two of you, and Yunho had the chance to get his sweet revenge for all the teasing you’d put him through.

But for now, you basked in the victory, knowing you’d managed to rile him up just the way you wanted.

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The party was in full swing as the internet cafe you competed with Yunho celebrated its seven-year anniversary, unaware of the real celebration occurring behind the closed doors of Minho’s office, the owner of the cafe. Music blared at full volume while you and Yunho’s friends danced the night away, sipping on their bottles of soju, completely oblivious to the rhythm in which Yunho was moving his long, hard length against your aching core.

Yunho’s lips moved in perfect sync with yours as his length rubbed in a precise back-and-forth motion against your throbbing core, sweet juices leaking in his wake. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your back pressed firmly against the wall, clothes discarded in some dark corner of the room.

“Yuyu… I-I can’t… I nee-need you,” you stammered, barely able to form a coherent sentence as his slow, delicious movements against your aching core clouded your mind. “Too much,” you whimpered, a soft cry escaping your lips. Yunho’s mouth nibbled on your earlobe, making you squirm, your cries muffled by the loud music outside.

“Too much? That’s cute, baby. Didn’t you say something about savoring the moment to San earlier?” he teased, biting your earlobe and earning a sharp yelp from you. “That’s exactly what I’m doing—savoring you bit by bit,” he chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Yunho, I—” you tried to protest, but his pace increased, the friction intensifying as he moved back and forth faster, making your toes curl. Soft, desperate moans escaped your lips like prayers, as if calling for angels.

“Speechless already, baby?” he mocked, pulling his head back to touch foreheads with you, savoring every expression on your face. Your eyes were tightly shut, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and your lips, still swollen from the earlier kiss, were now caught between your teeth as you bit down to control the sounds of pleasure his movements brought you. The sight of you—lost in the moment—was almost enough to finish him, but he decided to drag this out just a little longer.

“Tell me what you want, and maybe I’ll give it to you, pretty,” he asked, offering a flicker of hope that he’d finally give in. But then he added with a teasing grin, “Just like you gave me one chance.”

“I want you, Yunho… buried deep inside me, so deep I’m seeing angels,” you panted, your voice trembling with desperation. “F-fuck me harder than ever before. Make my legs give out, make me go completely dumb. I don’t care; just please, make me cum already. I need you more than I need to breathe.”

Your words tumbled out in a messy, breathless rush, a plea so raw it felt like you were confessing your deepest desires. Yunho’s low chuckle sent shivers down your spine as he gripped your waist tighter, teasingly brushing his lips against your ear.

“You’re something else, you know that?” he whispered, voice full of amusement, but his gaze was anything but playful. "I'll give you everything you're begging for... and more." With that, his teasing finally came to an end.

Lining himself up perfectly at your dripping entrance, Yunho slowly pushed in, his thick tip stretching you inch by inch. The sharp sting quickly melted into pure pleasure as you struggled to adjust to his monstrous size. No matter how many times Yunho had fucked you, it was always a challenge for your small body to take him, especially when he was angry. But that never stopped you from teasing him, pushing his buttons whenever you could.

Your nails dug into his back as waves of pleasure shot through your body, your walls gripping him tightly as he bottomed out inside you. Yunho’s mind short-circuited at how tight you were, like it was the first time all over again, no matter how often he took you.

“You’re so big, Yuyu,” you whined, your voice trembling. “I might break apart.” His slow, deliberate movements inside you were torturous, teasing you to the brink, but you could feel the anticipation building for what was coming next.

“Keep up, babygirl,” he groaned, his breath hot against your neck as you clenched even tighter around him. “You’re taking me so well... I might just lose it and empty myself deep inside you.” His voice was thick with lust, wanting to completely mess you up.

As Yunho’s pace quickened, each thrust grew harder and deeper, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. His fast rhythm made your mind hazy, every movement driving you closer to the edge, while his lips left soft kisses along your shoulder.

“You take me so well, baby,” he groaned, his breath hot against your skin. “I can feel you trembling.” He pressed another kiss to your shoulder.

You could barely form words, your body already teetering on the edge, each thrust pulling you closer to the breaking point. “Y-Yunho, I’m gonna—”

“Not yet,” he growled, pulling back slightly before driving in even deeper. His hips snapped against yours, sending tremors through your entire body. “I want to feel you cum around me, baby. Give me a taste, won’t you?”

The intensity of his words overwhelmed you, pushing you right to the edge. His deep, rhythmic thrusts filled you perfectly, and with each stroke, your moans grew louder, your body unable to resist any longer.

“Now, baby,” Yunho whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction. That was all it took for you to fall apart, the tension inside you unraveling in waves as you cried out his name, your release crashing down hard.

Feeling you clench tightly around him, Yunho groaned deeply, his movements growing more erratic until he thrust one final time, releasing inside you. Good thing you were on birth control, because with how intense it was, this day you would’ve definitely ended up pregnant with his baby. You both stayed still for a moment, breathing heavily as the aftershocks of pleasure slowly faded away.

After a while, you both made your way out of Minho’s office, fully dressed and somewhat recovered from the intense make-out session.

You rejoined your friends, continuing the party as if nothing had happened in that room, like you two had never played your own intimate game of switching moods like a Nintendo console, moving up, down, left, and right, enjoying each other's pleasures.

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[hornyjailbreaking]

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Minors do not interact! This post is NSFW and dd:dne!

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This is the follow-up to this drabble that I've written on June 23rd 2024. It's around 1,2k words and is dedicated to that one pregnancy kink Kylar lover who really wanted to read more about the pregnancy itself (there's still some sex tho), and to every other Kylarfucker who's into (step)cest and breeding! I love y'all, keep being nasty <3

Written in second person POV (you/your)

WARNINGS/TAGS: Fem! Reader x Kylar, stepbrother!Kylar, older brother!Kylar, stepcest/pseudoincest, fucked-up family dynamics, breeding, (slightly inaccurate) pregnancy, giving birth (mentioned in passing), nipple play, lactation, proud dad Kylar (still a pathetic pervert)

Getting knocked up by your big brother wasn't what you imagined would happen when you got adopted into a seemingly nice family. But one thing led to another, and now you're sat in Kylar's lap while he's sucking on one of your engorged tits. He's latched on so tightly that you actually wince from time to time, pulling on his hair when he bites down on your poor nipple too hard in his excitement. He seems to enjoy the hair pulling a bit too much.

You'd started lactating recently, and your big brother has been absolutely relentless about "encouraging milk production for the baby" as he put it. You're fairly certain he's bullshitting and just wants you to breastfeed him daily until your planned delivery date. He may be greedy, but he's not entirely unreasonable. He knows your child will need the milk soon enough... He just isn't ready to give it up yet. You'd heard him whining to your mother about how much he hopes that your kid will leave some milk for him, too. Your darling mother helpfully told Kylar that it's possible to induce lactation at any point if it has already happened before, so he'll be able to drink your milk even once you stop giving birth to his children. To say he was elated is an understatement.

As much as you're willing to indulge your pervert of a brother, your pregnant body isn't quite willing to cooperate. You've been, for the most part, spared the constant throwing up. That doesn't mean you don't get back pains and your feet don't swell so much you can't put on your shoes. Kylar doesn't see that last one as a bad thing since it means you are mostly confined to the house where he can watch over you and dote on his pretty little sister. But the back pains are definitely not something you can ignore. So you whine and complain until he finally pops your nipple out of his mouth with the expression of a kicked puppy and helps you lie down.

Seeing how sad he is about not being able to keep you in his lap, you decide to humor him and ask for various adjustments to make you more comfortable. You suspect he gets off on seeing you so helpless and being the one to take care of you while you're carrying his child. He'd popped more than one boner just from watching you waddle into the kitchen for a snack to satisfy your cravings. Of course, being the good sister that you are, you'd taken care of his erection every single time. Pregnant or not, he still needs your body more than he needs food and water.

Well, being pampered doesn't feel so bad. And your parents are supportive too! Your mother made sure that the nursery was absolutely perfect before you even entered your second trimester, and your father ended up building more than just the crib for it. He became genuinely interested in woodworking! Just recently, he'd built you a rocking chair that will most certainly come in handy when the baby is finally born. Your entire family honestly can't wait to actually meet your child. It was agreed that you wouldn't ask about the gender during your check-ups and consultations. There's some charm in only finding out whether it's a boy or a girl on the day you give birth, according to Kylar and your parents. The nursery is gender-neutral anyway since you most certainly will not stop at one child, and the baby name list your mother had compiled is so thorough you'd enter menopause before you actually used up every name on it.

You're blessed with a relatively short labor and easy delivery that happens right around your due date. Kylar weeps the entire time. So loud and hard, in fact, that the nurses give him some kind of tranquilizer to shut him up and let the delivery happen without his wails in the background. He still sobs when he's told he is now a father of a healthy baby girl, even with the medication still calming him. You're used to your big brother falling to his knees in front of you. He does that all the time, really. But that teary-eyed, revent expression on his face is not one you're used to. He kisses your forehead and gently takes your daughter into his arms, then immediately crumbles into another fit of crying. Frankly, he cries a lot during the first week. He's just so happy! He's a dad now! Seeing you nurse his child somehow doesn't make him jealous and greedy for your affection, it makes him want to crawl on the ground at your feet and worship you like a goddess. You'd actually brought a new life into this world, and he played a role in it! He's the proudest you've ever seen him.

And also the horniest. He starts with eating your pussy daily while you heal, but as soon as you're finished, he's fucking you raw. Your mom and dad are elated to be grandparents and happily take care of your daughter to give you two a break. Kylar uses the free time you two get to fuck his seed into you again and again. It's not uncommon for you to walk around with cum dripping down your thighs because he is absolutely relentless. Your tits hurt and leak because of how much milk you're producing which leads to him often making you nurse him while he stuffs you full of his cock. He fucks you everywhere and anywhere he can get away with, whining into your ear about how much he wants to get you pregnant again. Maybe you'll give him a son this time. Or another daughter. He'd be happy with either. Just get pregnant for him again, please. When he isn't busy pumping your womb full of his cum, he's talking to your parents about how much he loves you and your daughter, and how much wants to have a big family with you. Your parents offhandedly mention the possibility of twins or triplets one evening and it results in an absolute marathon where your big brother begs you to get pregnant while he fucks both you and himself into overstimulation.

You take a pregnancy test less than two months after you've given birth. Positive. Kylar is on his knees again, crying and hugging you while kissing your belly. Your parents are already planning a trip for more baby clothes. You distantly wonder just how many times you'll get knocked up by your big brother in the coming years. But the sheer happiness of your family makes you abandon the thought and embrace the elated glow you feel. Didn't you read somewhere that children who grow up with siblings are often more well-adjusted socially? Maybe you should give your baby girl a few, just to be sure... The more the merrier, no?

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Fic Fairy Friday: Tim and Damian Brotherhood

It's time for Tim and Damian! Man these two have had a rocky relationship. Most of the Tim fandom seems stuck on Damian's first appearance when he was homicidal and scathing to everyone and completely ignore his significant character growth. And Damian fans seem to either ignore Tim altogether or make him Bruce's most straight-laced soldier always playing by the rules which, have they even met Tim?! It can be really hard to find fics with these two either improving their relationship or just plain being brothers. So that said, here's ten of my favorite fics featuring these two!

The Fic Fairy Friday Masterpost

Trust fall by Ididloveyou_once

Summary:

‘Drake?’ Tim felt like he was choking. His throat was tight. He couldn’t swallow. ‘Damian?’ He managed. Damian was… here. At Kent Farm. Dressed in the too-big Batman pajamas that Dick had bought him last Christmas as a joke. And- And- Tim was wearing Kon’s t-shirt and his hair was messy and his lips were swollen and- He wasn’t ready for this- He wasn’t- He couldn’t- How had he been so stupid? Or: Tim comes out to Damian and prepares for the entire family to know by morning. It just so happens that Damian can keep a secret. Multiple, actually.

Momo's Notes: Spicy scene warning on this one between Tim and Kon! Tim is kinda traumatized from when his bio dad's reaction to him liking boys so seeing Damian at the Kent farm in the middle of the night while he's covered in hickeys nearly gave him a heart attack. But all that panic over is family finding out he's bi leads to some honestly really sweet moments of brotherly bonding between Tim and Damian.

an unplanned detour straight down by CarrionCarnival

Summary:

No one here has the right wing type for the sheer dive it would take to reach Damian before he hits the water like it’s concrete. No one here except Tim. - the Bats learn the hard way not to bring an unfledged vigilante to a midair battle

Momo's Notes: I've read this one dozens of times at this point. It's pretty short (under 5k words) but the way the author world builds so effortlessly with so few words is amazing. It's an AU where nearly all non-powered people have wings. On a mid-air mission to stop an alien invasions Damian (who's downy baby wings can't fly yet) falls. Tim is the only person there with the wing shape to maybe survive that kind of high speed dive. Tim and Damian awkwardly bonding at the end is perfection.

Yummy (I'll eat you right up) by iquirms

Summary:

Tim is very busy when the phone rings at work. He's been struggling to take care of Wayne Enterprises and going from Robin to something, it's a working process, and he's swamped in the backlog of work Bruce never did before he... Before. It's the Headmistress at Gotham Academy. A trip to his old school isn't what he wanted, but Damian's done something as as the only legal Wayne, he's got to go get him. Wonderful. or how one phone call changes the direction Tim and Damian are heading, and the aftershocks that come with it.

Momo's Notes: Please don't be thrown off by the title of this one like I was at first. I passed this gem up so many times (like an idiot) because the title made me think it would end up shipping them. It's actually a really good Canon Divergence AU where Lucius tagged Tim into the CEO role of WE before Tim took off to find Bruce. The extra responsibility delays his leaving so he and Damian actually get the chance to get to know each other and bond as brothers during the time Dick and Damian were doing the same as Batman and Robin. Bonus points for the amazing Janet Drake lore in there. I love it when writers make her a cold badass bitch that struggled with human emotions but honestly loved her son.

Hot Dog, French Fries by eggmacguffin

Summary:

Damian was not the sort of boy to mince words; perhaps he could get back to the Manor without alerting Drake to his compromised condition. It would be an exercise in espionage, he decided. or Truth Serum ft. Damian Wayne

Momo's Notes: This is a great one for Tim and Damian having the most normal brotherly relationship in the family even while living the weirdest of lives. Tim is so annoyed by Damian's very existence interrupting his patrol that he misses important signs that all is not right with his little brother. Damian stupidly suffers in silence rather than trust that his older brother won't use all this against him later.

Exit Strategy by smilebackwards

Summary:

Batman needs a Robin and Batman has a Robin. Tim is just extraneous now, vestigial. He’s a bandage over a healed wound. He doesn’t know what he’s hanging on to. Or: Tim didn’t expect his exit strategy from the Batfamily to involve quite so much bonding time with Damian over Wayne Enterprises bureaucracy.

Momo's Notes: Tim is convinced he's unnecessary and unwanted in the Batfamily but in his usual endearingly control freak way he can't stand the idea of leaving a mess behind for the family to clean up (or make worse) when he goes. Along the way he accidentally bonds with Damian (and also Jason). I wish there more fics like this one and Yummy where Tim takes Damian under his wing as a business and high society predator. They're the only two members of the Batfam who were raised to be wealthy princes with family legacies to inherit and I need more authors to explore that!

You'll Change Your Name or Change Your Mind by Samsamiam

Summary:

Tim Drake's journey to setting boundaries, learning to heal, and untangling the trauma Gotham gave him.

Momo's Notes: You wouldn't know it by the summary, but this whole series is full of Tim and Damian bonding. After another blow up with Bruce, and some badly timed commentary from Dick and Jason, Tim decides he needs some space from the family and his very dysfunctional place in it. He leaves Gotham to stay with the Titans but had no real intentions of bucking the status quo forever until it becomes painfully clear that with Tim's absence the role of emotional support/emotional punching bag Robin is falling onto Damian's shoulders. For the first time Tim plants himself in front of Bruce and FORCES him to back off and do better or else. He's determined to be a safe space for Damian to just be a 10 year old for once.

Gossamer Bonds by Solemini

Summary:

Tim hates spiders. Most children of Athena do, and with good reason. Given his druthers, Tim would have been content to simply avoid the little monsters for the rest of his life. Too bad fate – and Damian – had other plans. Or, in which weaving is Serious Business.

Momo's Notes: A Percy Jackson Demigod Au where Bruce is the favorite baby daddy for a lot of Greek gods and thus all of his kids except Damian is a demigod. This particular fic in the series focuses on Tim (child of Athena) and Damian (a human magic user). 10 year old Damian is doing what he did in canon, trying to oust a 14 year old Tim from Robin to take his place because his messed up assassin upbringing makes him believe that's the only way he'll have a place in the family. The fact that Tim is legitimately a blood son of Batman and was raised by him since infancy just adds to Damian's resentment and insecurity. The two end up alone against the homicidal bitterness of the monster Arachne and have to rely on each other to survive. Don't worry if you don't know the Percy Jackson series, it's not really necessary to follow this story. It's mostly just borrowing some of the lore of Demigods and a bit of the characterizations of the gods from it. As long as you know the Batfam and the basics of Greek mythology you're good to go.

The Wound Begins to Bleed by bowditch

Summary:

Now that Tim’s moved back to the manor, he just wants a few afternoons a week without Damian around. Funny how getting that was the catalyst for him becoming a better big brother.

Momo's Notes: Here's another example of Tim and Damian having the most normal sibling relationship of the family. Tim backs Damian's plea to volunteer at an animal shelter just to get rid of him for a few extra hours of peace and quiet. He's forced to step up and be a better big brother when he eventually realizes something is very wrong with Damian.

Into the Brighter Night by shoalsea

Summary:

When an unknown enemy threatens Robin, Gotham's vigilantes come together to keep him safe. Unfortunately, they're protecting the wrong Robin. Or: Tim Drake plans his own rescue. Things get complicated.

Momo's Notes: Finally a fic that's almost entirely in Damian's pov! A dangerous alien force threatens to obliterate anyone standing between them and Robin so the Batfamily (minus Bruce and Alfred who are out of town) scramble to keep their youngest safe. They failed to realize until it's too late that the case the enemy is referencing was before Damian's time in uniform. Damian is forced to deal with the fallout of Tim protecting him and the family slowly crumbling at the loss as they wait to see if Tim's insane plan will bring him back to them. Damian's slow realization of Tim's importance to the family, and to him, is handled really well. Bonus points for the sheer chaos and fun that the Young Justice crew bring to this. It's not often a fic is able to capture the unhinged badassery of YJ98!

I’d Mistaken the Truth for a Lie, but You Cared and You Saved Me by Chemical_Processes

Summary:

Tim's been fixing Bruce's mistakes since he became Robin. It only makes sense that he'd step in when it comes to Damian as well.

Momo's Notes: Short but so satisfying! Damian POV of an AU where he and Tim's first meeting goes VERY differently. Damian is new to his father's household and is half indignant and half terrified at how Bruce is treating him (not abusive, just emotionally incompetent as usual). Tim is full swing in his "manage Bruce/Batman to ensure his failure at being human/grief-fueled crashout doesn't destroy anything or anyone" era and isn't going to sit by while Bruce speedruns burning down another father-son relationship.

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Meeting and Dating Alex Law

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Sorry, guys. Alex is just really "situationship" coded and I needed to spill my guts in the meeting scenario lol.)

- Alex Law, when summed up in a simile, is like a virus. In order to live peacefully in his presence; without taking critical damage to your mental and emotional health, it's imperative that you take the time to microdose his personality and build up an immunity towards him and his more intolerable traits.

- Which why it's perfect that he's looking for a new flatmate. If you're forced to live with him, you'll learn to live with him, and maybe even learn to like him in the process...

- The first time you meet him; like most people, you don’t really like him; in fact you don’t really like any of them, but the flat is in a good area and you have the money to afford it, so you sit through the interrogation interview process and let them placate you with unconvincing promises to call.

- You’re almost certain that you’ll never hear from them again, especially when you hear laughter coming from the other side of the door after they've finished ushering you out. But about a week later, you receive a phone call from Alex who cheerfully informs you that you've won the room, claiming that he thinks all of you have "wonderful chemistry" and that you'll make a perfect addition to their "little family".

"I thought all of us were on the same page." His voice crackles on the other end of the line when he takes notice of how surprised you sound to hear from him. You're unsure of whether or not you believe a single word he says....

- It's because of that, that you have half a mind to decline their offer: your intuition screaming at you not to accept because ‘Jesus Christ do you really want to live with the three of them?'. But the flat is exactly what you're looking for and it's enough to convince you that you're capable of enduring whatever they might put you through; if they really are as insufferable as you anticipate. Luckily for you, only one of your flatmates continues to be insufferable once you actually move in.

- Alex is a brat, plain and simple. He has an overabundance of energy and he uses nearly all of it to harass you in any way that he can think of, almost unrelentingly so. He makes your stay in the flat damn near unbearable for the first month that you're living there: to the point where you feel legitimate relief the minute you hear him leave for work or have an excuse to leave the flat yourself. It's already difficult living with a preformed clique and the mans ribbing does nothing to make it any easier.

- You're certain that his constant bothering has something to do with him not liking you but it's actually quite the opposite. Alex really likes you, and though he has a funny way of showing it, there are always little instances which prove that he doesn't actually hate you; even if most of those instances are hidden by even more teasing. Like when he collects your mail for you just to hold it out of your reach, or doesn't bother going to bed when he knows you're not home yet because you're "always so loud when coming in late"; he's really just staying up to make sure you're alright.

- It isn't until Juliet makes a joke about all of his "bullying" that he starts to rethink his actions. He brushes the comment off at first; partially because he thinks you understand that he's just playing around and partially because his own ego refuses to let him admit that he might be in the wrong, but when he teases you one day and notices how similar you look to a kicked puppy, he can't help but feel a little bad.

- He usually doesn't care if he hurts someone else's feelings; blaming it on them for being such losers or taking it so seriously, but Alex likes you: he doesn't want you thinking that he's genuinely making fun of you. So fine, he'll admit that maybe he was a little heavy handed with the teasing, or maybe you're a just little bit sensitive: whatever it is, he decides to tone it down. And once he does, he decides that it was definitely for the best.

- Suddenly you're a lot more close with him: not instantly of course, but once you notice that he isn't going to bite your head off if you're in the same room as him, you start spending more time together and having actual conversations.

- And thus the situationship begins....

- At his core, Alex is like a puppy. He likes to annoy people into "playing" with him and once he succeeds, he acts as though he's done nothing wrong or uses the cuter aspects of his personality to make them forget how irritating he was just being. He'll spend half an hour trying to get a rise out of you then act all sweet or make you laugh the minute you finally pay attention to him so you can't even stay mad at him if you tried.

- He never really grows out of doing this, but once he feels like you genuinely consider him a friend, he'll definitely start to bother you a little less; mainly because he feels like he no longer needs an excuse to be in your presence or ask for you to spend time with him. When he wants to be around you, he'll simply be around you: butting into your different routines or insisting that you help him with things that he's done alone for years.

- Even if it can be a bit tiresome, it's also …kind of nice? Having someone who's certain that they want to spend time with you; whether you're at 100% or not, is nice. Having a guy who's willing to do stereotypical girly things with you (and asks for them himself) is nice, having someone who wants to hear both your interesting and boring gossip is nice, having someone who will stand outside the door to the bathroom and talk your ear off about nothing and everything at the same time is annoying, but also nice!

- It's nice having someone who isn't shy with affection, someone who silently throws your legs in his lap whenever you're both watching tv, or uses you as a pillow whenever he so pleases. It's nice having someone who begs and whines for your help one minute, then handles issues you've procrastinated dealing with for months the next. It's nice having someone who notices different things about you: things that you always do, things that they like about you, things that they want to help you with, etc.

- It's nice feeling so close to someone that you have inside jokes or that you're comfortable teasing them as much as they tease you. It's nice feeling victorious when you momentarily manage to shut them up with one of your quips. It's nice having someone you can play fight with or cuddle with whenever you want, someone who fiddles absentmindedly with your clothes when they're bored because the two of you are so close that you hardly even notice it anymore.

- And because it's so nice, you simply refuse to question it: you accept the way that things are because they work for you; because you're happy and you don't want anything to change. Of course he's only joking when he tries to veto your dates at "family dinners". He doesn't actually care. Of course he's just teasing you when he tries to make advances or passes at you. It's just his usual banter.

- Why shouldn't he be able to stumble into your room every morning while he's still half asleep and collapse into bed next to you? It helps the two of you make sure you're both awake in time, that's all! It's not like he spent the whole night with you: now that would be too much.

- And who cares if he gets all passive aggressive and grumpy with you when you go out on dates with other guys. That he only softens when you drunkenly coo at him that he's "so cute" and that you and your flatmates "all love him so much". That it no longer becomes enough for him to just be your friend once you finally do say you love him; drunk or not. That hearing the words fall from your lips is the straw that breaks the camels back.

"Do you love me?" He asks you, leaning against your bedroom doorway as he watches you start to get ready for bed.

"I love everyone." You giggle, clumsily trying to take off your shoes.

"But you love me most." He probes, only half teasing as he moves to help you without you even having to ask, kneeling on the floor as you sit on your bed, pulling one boot off at a time.

"I love you most." You quietly agree with a smile, unaware of the way his heart skips a beat at the sound of it.

- He finally makes his move the day of your next date. You're both sitting on the couch watching tv when you absentmindedly mention how you're not sure about what you're going to wear. One thing leads to another and the conversation shifts to him asking you to do his makeup which you happily agree to.

- The next thing you know, you're sat on your bed, looking at him as he stares at you with long, mascara covered lashes and red lips and rouged cheeks. And when you smile softly and call him pretty, he cant help but lean in to kiss you, smearing the excess color that stains his lips across your mouth and jaw and neck as he kisses and kisses and kisses you.

- And soon enough, all you can feel is white hot heat, your body searing as he lowers you down onto tousled sheets and leaves you breathless, stroking at your skin and mouthing at your flesh. His voice borders on desperate as he whispers for you to show him how pretty he is, eyes finding your own as he journeys down your body; closer and closer to where you need him the most. Even as the phone begins to ring, you can't bring yourself to pull away from him and it's a small victory that he relishes in.

- When the phone rings later that night, he's the one to answer it, telling your date that you're no longer interested in seeing him before hanging up and leaving it off the hook. He can't help but smile proudly as he joins you in your bedroom, tossing an arm over your waist as you both snuggle in, finally sharing a bed for an entire night; the way he's always wanted....

- Alex simply see's no point in trying to hide the things that are commonplace in your relationship; things like giving you bedroom eyes or touching every bit of skin he can reach. Why should he care if someone is watching him wrap his entire body around you or teasingly growl in your ear? He's your boyfriend, it's his job to act obsessed with you and it shouldn't be surprising for people to see. If they want to stare, let them. If you don't like it, he'll make a mocking comment and get them to avert their eyes. Just don't make him wait until you get home to have his fill of affection or he'll get all grumpy.

- Even if he sometimes acts like it's no big deal when you do give it to him, Alex still craves your attention and affection nearly all of the time; he's just trying to be normal about it. When the two of you are officially together, he's much more willing to look stupidly in love with you so don't be surprised when his eyes turn into hearts at the simple feel of your hand holding his wrist.

- Depriving him of kisses is a criminal offence. If you think he's too distracted by something not to notice, you're dead wrong. Catch him making a bunch of garbled noises at eight am because you thought you could slip out for work while he was "too busy" watching television. He literally just sits there and puckers his lips expectantly whenever he wants one; or barters for them with an amusing level of sincerity.

- Kisses with Alex are all-consuming: whether soft or rough, fast or slow. You get drunk off of each other, or at least Alex does: mumbling against your lips that he didn't hear anything or "just one more" whenever you move to pull away from him. He needs to be held back so that he doesn't chase after your lips and reconnect them whenever you really do need to break apart.

- Hickeys. There's always at least one on your skin at any given moment and whenever they're visible, he can't help but stare at them proudly. Complain about them and he'll blame you for making him love you so much; or for feeling so good....

- Bites you. Bites you. Bites you. Your boyfriends kind of like a teething puppy: whenever the two of you are spending time with each other there's always just a lingering desire to bite a chunk out of your shoulder. Thankfully for you, it's done somewhat gently.

- He'll simply look at you with big beautiful doe eyes whenever he wants to cuddle, opening his arms for you to climb into or repositioning your limbs so that he can rest on you himself. He'll use any part of you that's closest to him as a pillow; whether convenient for you or not, and there's literally nothing you can do about it.

- He'll literally wake up in the middle of the night because one of you rolled away from the other and escaped the bedtime cuddle session. You usually sleep with your head on his chest; something that's especially comfortable because he likes to wear old t-shirts to bed, but if you're asleep, he'll simply cuddle you to the best of his ability in order not to wake you up.

- You either give him back scratches every night or he dies. There is no other option.

- He likes to jokingly call you pet names: like referring to you as "my amazingly beautiful, talented, perfect, precious little angel baby darling". He'll also teasingly insist that he's gonna start calling you random things like "toast" or "egg". Yet, it's all fun and games until he accidentally calls you something completely normal like "duck" or "pet" or "darling" with complete sincerity and finds himself freezing in place like he's just admitted to a crime.

- He literally can't stop smiling whenever you call him a pet name, even as he teasingly insists that you have to repeat yourself because he totally didn't hear you.

"Huh, what was that? Honey? I could have sworn you called me honey. No, no, I think you did. No I definitely heard you say that."

- He's so transparent whenever he's excited about something. You can see him straighten up and start paying attention from a mile away, looking towards you the minute someone mentions something he has a passion for. You don't even have to look at him to know that there's a twinkle in his eye and a smile stretching across his face. You simply smile to yourself and ask him if he'd like to partake, letting him drag you out of your seat excitedly.

- Going dancing.

- Play fighting. He lets you win time and time again: both because he thinks it's hot to be dominated and because he wants to convince you to play with him again in the near future; which is less likely to happen if he just uses all his strength and ends the game in a minute flat.

- Playing dress up. He honestly really likes when you do his hair and makeup. He also really likes being allowed to do yours, or using your makeup on himself. The only downside is knowing that your boyfriend is prettier than you.

- Taking baths together; or one of you sitting on the edge of the tub as the other person takes one.

- Going to the bookshop together; then going home and having him read to you while the two of you lay in bed.

- He lowkey has the media tastes of a 40 year old white woman so don't be surprised when you catch him reading dramatic romance novels or referencing random movies that he has no business watching.

- Random movie/television references.

- Inside jokes.

- Acts of service. There's something incredibly domestic about being able to take care of things for you, and that's something that Alex tends to really enjoy. He likes doing things without you having to ask and feeling like he knows you like the back of his hand. He likes knowing that he's making your life easier; and the subtle praise that he receives for doing so definitely doesn't hurt either.

- Compliment fishing. Alex loves praise and he's rarely ever shy about it: he's blatant and unapologetic, and you honestly kind of respect him for it.

- Having him try to impress you with his drum skills; or using them to get on your nerves whenever he's trying to get your attention or being passive aggressive.

- Has and will take the blame for you in situations where you're bound to get in trouble.

- Joking about his heart and the scar that misses it by just a couple of centimeters. He likes to say that David and Juliet didn't hit it because they knew it belonged to you.

- Your boyfriends no Gordon Ramsey but he is a certified malewife so maybe just count your blessings and enjoy the canned pasta sauce from time to time, alright? He cooks and cleans for you, what more could you ask for?

- Whenever Alex really likes a person, he can go from immature asshole to nagging mother in a matter of seconds. He can immediately tell whenever something is wrong and will give you a mom look™ as he decides whether or not he wants to push the issue: fussing over and wanting to take of you whenever he feels you aren't taking care of yourself. The funniest part is that he'll mock you for being a pussy one minute but then refuse to let you do anything to prove that you aren't the next.

- Speaking of noticing things: Alex is a pro at recognizing even the smallest of changes that you make to yourself. Develop a new habit, cut your hair, paint your nails, do your eyeliner differently: you name it, he'll notice it, and he'll always comment on it.

- It's incredibly hard to keep things from your boyfriend when he has such a chronic snooping problem. Leave him alone in your room for five minutes and you'll come back to about seven different questions that he'd like for you to answer: like whether you've always had black lace underwear and why you've never worn them for him. He has no respect for your privacy but he's also pretty nonjudgmental so that's somewhat good at least.

- Alex might make fun of people a lot but I don't think he genuinely believes in half of the shit that he says: he's simply an asshole who likes being annoying and will say whatever comes to mind in order to garner a response. I say all of this to inform you that he would probably date someone who was vaguely strange; like a goth or punk person, or at least get along with them very well ...so long as they could stomach the corny jokes.

"When you get up in the morning, how do you decide which shade of black to wear?"

- Your boyfriend thinks it's funny to accuse you of being the opposite of what you are: like calling you loud when you hardly ever talk. He also thinks it's funny to call you a "maniac" in front of your friends/acquaintances and then laugh out a "see!" whenever you retaliate with a joking threat or smack to his arm.

- It's not that Alex enjoys embarrassing you; he kind of does but that's neither here nor there, it's simply that he finds making a scene when you're out in public together highly amusing and wants you to take life a little less seriously. He also thinks it's kind of funny when you try to hide your face and not be seen with him after the fact. Social anxiety fears him and so do you at times.

- I feel like a part of him acts the way he does in order to test the people around him and see if they're willing to accept his self perceived "ugly parts". Sometimes he annoys you for fun, other times he annoys you to see if you'll still love him even when he's at his worst.

- Will ask you if you'll still love him if he were a worm. Will insist that you hate him when you roll over in the middle of cuddling because you're overheating. Will ask if you hate him when you tell him to stop playing the drums for a minute. Will ask if you've stopped loving him when you don't kiss him good morning. etc, etc, etc.

- Alex hates long silences: so much so that he will literally talk to the television or to himself if there's no one around to speak with him. Quiet time does not exist in your relationship and that's just something you're gonna have to get used to.

- He has a tendency to butt into all of your routines: brushing his teeth when you do, having you put your cream on him, peeing as you do your skincare, etc. He's simply very comfortable around you; whether that's for better or for worse.

- Traveling around and seeing the world together.

- Alex will say he "knows a place" and either bring you to the most dilapidated and rundown building in the entire country or the most enchantingly beautiful scenic view you have ever seen. There is no in-between.

- Your boyfriends is a passenger princess through and through. He has a drivers license and is perfectly capable of manning the wheel, but he'd much rather be the entertainment in the car instead: singing along to the radio, telling jokes, pointing out cows, etc.

- He'll complain about going to the store with you but will then force you to stay even longer than you have to because he's interested in literally everything that he see's in there; especially when you take him to "girly" shops.

- Being the rational mind to his irrational mind. Someone has to make sure the two of you don't go home with seven hamsters and it's NOT gonna be him.

- He's more passionate about your drama than you are. He literally makes you debrief with him every time you come home, wanting the latest installments as soon as possible.

- He needs little victories in his life to keep him going. You won't understand why it's so important for him to make you say something stupid or go somewhere with him or even just wear a certain outfit, but you respect that it makes him happy so you do it anyway.

- He'll never listen to a word anyone says unless the person talking is you. You can manipulate him into doing something; or not doing something, with a simple touch of the hand or some other form of affection; though that doesn't mean that he's completely oblivious. He probably knows exactly what you're trying to do but simply doesn't care: he's a firm believer that the world needs more female manipulators.

- It's best to take his side as much as possible because he definitely takes it to heart whenever you don't. How can you say no to him? You're his girlfriend, you're supposed to be swayed by his puppy dog eyes and his sweet voice and his attempts to butter you up. Everyone else can disagree with him but you're supposed to love him too much to do the same.

- I say this in the most loving way possible: Alex is a whore. He loves when you get jealous over him simply because any form of you getting aggressive and/or putting ownership over him makes him melt. He might even provoke you a little bit when he's feeling extra needy.

- That being said: Alex's own jealousy is hit or miss and how he responds to it really just depends on the person. Sometimes he takes people being attracted to you as a compliment, while other times he takes it as a threat. He usually attempts to interrogate or embarrass the other person however he can: questioning them about their feelings or their attraction towards you and making it so that they can't ever win regardless of what they say. Whenever he can't be blatantly rude, he'll overact in an attempt to get your focus back on him or make a show of one upping the guy he feels you're being way too friendly with.

- Being a reporter means that Alex hears a lot of awful stories and while he typically doesn't tell any of them directly to you, he does insist that you follow specific directions whenever he's not around to protect you. He'll check your car before you leave, make you carry protective devices on you, tell you to park in certain areas, put a pair of his boots by your door, etc. He might not seem like the type but he's incredibly protective of you and he's willing to get violent if he has to.

- Bickering is somewhat commonplace in your relationship but it's rarely ever serious. Most of your issues arise from Alex being pigheaded or not knowing when to stop: annoying you until you've had enough or saying something without thinking and hurting your feelings. They might also arise from Alex trying to egg on your anger in hopes that you'll beat the shit out of him and make him [redacted] your [redacted].

- Whenever you're having a serious fight, he alternates between beating a dead horse and saying a simple sentence then ignoring you completely. He has this unique ability of battering people down and dismissing them whenever he's really upset but that happens so rarely that you really don't have to worry about it. The thing you have to worry about most is being dramatically nagged at for not taking care of yourself.

- Alex struggles with apologies. A part of him feels as though he hasn't done anything wrong and that people are just too sensitive while another part of him hates knowing that he's hurt you and being ignored because of it. Sometimes he lets you have some space, while other times, he immediately tries to make things right: it all just depends on the fight and the feelings behind it. If he decides to give you some space, he'll try and check up on you every so often, wanting to see how you're feeling and either cheer you up or show you that he's sorry rather than saying it: like cooking you something or offering to go someplace that you usually really like.

- Alex tells you that he loves you somewhat nonchalantly, speaking in a very "of course I do" kind of tone; as though it's obvious that he does and that you should already know how much he cares about you. He's a very "Oh shut up, you know I love you" kind of guy; speaking as if the contrary is out of the question.

- Well, we all know how the story goes. Your boyfriend ends up being the sole heir to all of that delicious money, and while the thought may cross his mind that he really shouldn't trust anyone …you're not just anyone. You're the love of his life and it's gonna stay that way for a very long time....

[mediocrecowboyhat]

Set in sand - Chapter 24

We mark the year 1934 and a peculiar journal falls into your hands. It's telling the tale of an outlaw and the downfall of a gang. Some pages are torn and others are downright unreadable, but nevertheless, you are still able to make out some parts of the tragic story.

With the help of a certain time traveler friend of yours, will you be able to save the author of the journal or will you be the cause for his demise?

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Word count: 2.9k

TW: end-game spoilers will be mentioned very early on in the story, 18+ MDNI, sexual themes, violence, gore, death, misogynistic themes (anything that happens in the game as well), she/her pronouns

"We can blow that building up, alright, but we'd need to get inside. The pillars looked unstable to me.", Hosea explains into the round and everyone nods to themselves.

Dutch, Arthur and you are sitting on the balcony upstairs and listening to Hosea's plan regarding the distraction for the bank heist. He hasn't confided you in the finer details, wanting to have you present when he talks to the others.

"Didn't you say that the place was locked?", Arthur chimes in, scratching his cheek. The beard is a bit more visible now and you feel your lips curl up ever so slightly.

"It is, but I know how to get the keys and this is where you come on in.", the older man answers and his eyes land on you. "You said you knew him from before. I think, you should organize a meeting and get the keys from him."

It makes absolute sense for you to take the initiative in this, yes, but the weight of it makes you anxious. "Are you suggesting, that I steal them?"

"Precisely."

Everyone's gazes are on you and you feel an uncomfortable heat creep up into your face, but you mask your nervousness. Stealing something this small shouldn't put such pressure on you, but given the reason and importance behind it makes it a huge task.

"I can do that.", you finally manage to bring out and a pleased smile forms on Dutch's face.

"Perfect then!", he exclaims, throwing his arms into the air. "Whatever you need for the job, Miss, don't hesitate to ask. This is of great importance, after all."

You nod at his words and listen with only one ear as the conversation moves to another topic. The cogs and gears in your head are working on overdrive while you think of a good way to betray James yet again. The thought alone sends an unpleasant shiver down your spine.

As you get up from the chair to leave the balcony, Arthur falls into step beside you. His blue eyes fixate you from the side. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Tilting your head slightly, you contemplate his offer. Having a competent gun like him there would definitely make you feel more relaxed, but James isn't too fond of the outlaw. His presence might compromise your plans.

"No, that would be a bad idea.", you answer and shoot him a look that pretty much says 'after everything you've done to the poor man'.

Arthur immediately raises his hands in defence and shakes his head. "Hey, that ain't my fault. It was just one of 'em things."

"Sure. It's always one of them things with you." Your voice comes out more joking than upset and it earns you an easy and quick smirk from him. Then it vanishes as soon as it had appeared and is being replaced by a serious look.

"But you do need someone there with you. If things go bad..." Arthur leaves the rest unspoken and you nod.

"I know, I know. I already have someone in mind for the job."

"You do? Who?"

He follows your knowing gaze until his eyes land on a certain blonde woman, who is inspecting one of her guns at the moment. An amused scoff leaves his throat and he hooks his thumbs into his weapon belt.

"Sadie?", he ask, already knowing your answer.

"Exactly."

You wouldn't want anyone else riding with you (besides Arthur of course) and you trust her to have your back if things get ugly, which they most likely won't. Besides, you promised her to take her with you on a job at some point and James has seen her face at the saloon. It might be suspicious to bring someone new.

"Will you be leavin' now?", Arthur wants to know and leans against one of the pillars, crossing his legs.

"If she's ready, yes. I just want it to be over as quickly as possible."

A sigh leaves your lips afterwards and you run a hand over your face. Hopefully you all will be able to leave this place for good, once the heist is done with. And hopefully you won't run into James when he notices your betrayal.

"Are you sure you don't want me there? I'm not questionin' Sadie's competence of course.", the outlaw says and takes your hand in his. There is a certain hesitancy in that action, as if he's not sure you will let him touch you. "It's just that, this job is not not dangerous."

"I'm fine, don't worry. It's not the first time I'm stealing something."

And James won't suspect anything anyways.

Before pulling your hand away, you give his a gentle and reassuring squeeze. A smile forms on your face, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes. Arthur's fingers brush over yours as you turn away and walk towards Sadie.

Something flickers in her eyes when she lifts her head to meet your gaze, smirking. "Hello there."

"Are you busy?", you ask and she lifts her eyebrow in curiosity.

"Not really.", she answers, her voice laced with anticipation. She knows from your tone and expression that something is up.

"So remember how I told you that I'll take you with me on a job? Are you still interested?"

The woman's smirk turn into a wide grin and excitement washes over her face as she jumps up to her feet. "Are ya seriously askin' me that? When are we leavin'?"

"I was thinking about right now.", you answer, chuckling.

Next thing you know, she's dragging you towards the horses and you explain the plan to her during the ride. A thoughtful hum can be heard from her direction.

"And this guy isn't suspectin' anythin'?" Wariness laces her tone, but you don't share it. Rather confident, you shake your head.

"It didn't look like that to me when Hosea and I talked to him."

"Well, if anything goes to shit just say the word and I'll start shootin' up the place.", she exclaims with a heavy drawl and fishes a revolver out of her weapon belt to underline her words.

"Will do.", you murmur under your breath, hoping it won't come to that.

After a while the two of you find yourselves in a rather fancy neighborhood. Actually, you recognize riding through here in the coach with Hosea, Dutch and Arthur, back when you attended that garden party. James must live only a few houses away from that place.

You hitch your horse on the side of the street and take out the card he has given you. Checking if you're at the correct address, you step into the front yard and walk towards the door. Sadie is following close behind you, her hand always placed close to her holster.

After you ring the doorbell, it takes a few seconds for the large double door to be cracked open. An unfamiliar face greets you. It belongs to an old man with silver, slicked back hair and a face that strongly reminds you of an owl, but not in the same way the mayor did when you met him.

"How can I help you?", he asks in a slow way, dragging out pretty much every single word.

Clearing your throat, you show him the card James has given you. "I'm here on business matters."

His deep brown eyes read the delicately printed letters on that small piece of paper before nodding and he steps aside. With a quick look that you throw Sadie over your shoulder, you walk into the house.

The hallway is open and filled with all sorts of plants. It makes you feel like you're more in a botanical garden than a normal residency. The walls are painted in light colors and the floor is made out of white marble that reflects the sunlight coming through the many windows.

"If you'll follow me.", the old man rips you out of your thoughts and takes you up a flight of stairs, leading you into an office.

The room has a high ceiling with a chandelier hanging down in the middle and the walls are covered in book shelves. Your guess is that most of these books haven't even been read and are only here for decoration.

James is sitting at a wooden desk that is adorned with fine carvings and it seems like that piece of furniture is far too big for him. He's not a man of small built, but his surroundings really aren't doing him any favors. The wide windows behind him drown the entire office in warm sunlight.

Unfortunately there aren't any plants in sight, making the room a vast contrast to the rest of the house's interior. James looks up from the pile of paperwork infront of him and his entire face lights up in delight.

"You came already?", he speaks up and stands up from his desk chair. He gives the older man a quick nod to signal him that he can leave now.

"Yes, we'd like another look.", you answer, forcing a convincing smile.

"Ah and here I was, scared that you might back off from the deal.", he answers with a soft chuckle. A few of his blonde curls fall infront of his face and he brushes them back with his hand. Then his eyes fall on something behind you. "You're a familiar face, but I'm afraid that I missed your name."

Sadie steps forward to stand next to you, her stance more relaxed now than when you entered this place. "Sadie. Mrs. Sadie Adler."

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Adler."

The two of you aren't wanted anywhere (yet), so you're free to give him your real names. Not that you believe that he will snitch on you anyways if he'd somehow find out that you're criminals. On the contrary, he seemed incredibly excited back in the saloon when he saw your guns.

"Shall we go then?", he suggests and you nod.

Outside, an open coach is already standing ready for your small group to use and you all climb in. Your eyes linger on the two horses that are hitched up infront of his property.

"Could you give us a ride back as well?", you ask, motioning with your chin towards Penthesilea and Sadie's horse.

"Of course! I was meaning to drop you off at wherever you're staying.", he answers in a matter of fact way. "Where are you staying, if I may ask?"

Sadie and you exchange subtle looks before you answer. "Hotel Grant."

It's the only hotel that you know of in Saint Denis. Much to your relief, James seems to buy it and he leans back into his seat, satisfied with your answer.

"Where is your business partner from yesterday?", he then wants to know with a raised eyebrow.

"He couldn't make it." Your answer comes out shorter and more curtly than intended, but he doesn't seem to take notice.

At this point you're starting to assume that James is naive and gullible in nature. You have given him plenty of reasons to be suspicious by now. What if he knows what you are and he just doesn't care? It's hard to say what would be worse.

"This warehouse.", you start, faking interest in the building. "Why aren't you using it anymore?"

The man sitting infront of you curls up his lips in an embarrassed way, as if he'd been caught doing something bad. "Well, I really shouldn't tell you this, but we've had some issues with mold the past few years."

That would explain the stench. You nod to yourself, but say nothing further about that topic. Mold is the least of your problems and you wish you could tell him that he shouldn't worry about it either.

As you get off the coach, you track every single movement James makes. From the moment he fishes out the keys from his pockets to when he stores them back. The location is a tad unfortunate, but nothing you can't manage. They're stored on the inside of his coat right at his chest.

Maybe I could pretend to trip and just slip my hand in there? Yes, that should work.

You walk around the building, careful not to breathe in too deeply. He wasn't kidding when he said that they've been fighting mold for a long time now. A quick look over your shoulder tells you that Sadie is on the other side, inspecting some pillars and the naked brick walls.

As you take a step onto the metal staircase, leading up into the office, you feel the structure wobble under your feet. A presence appears right by your side and you turn your head to face James. An apologetic smile is on his lips.

"That needs some fixing, yes.", he comments, his gaze set on the rusty stairs and you let out an agreeing hum. "I know it doesn't look too good, but I'll offer a great deal for the property. If you don't like the current state then surely you can tear this down and re-build it."

You pretend to think about it. "We'll see. I will have to get back to Hosea about that."

"I can send you a price, once I've gone over the logistics and documents. Hotel Grant was it?"

"Just drop it off at the post office.", you answer, not wanting him to snoop around at the hotel. If he'd do that, then your cover would be blown.

"And should I address it to you or your business partner?"

"Tacitus Killgore."

You take in his reaction with a subtle side glance. His eyebrows shoot up and he studies your side profile for a few seconds before responding. "Is that another partner or something?"

"It's kind of the boss.", you say, too unsure to possibly sound convincing, but nevertheless, he nods. Much to your surprise, he doesn't come off as suspicious at all and even drops the topic.

After Sadie and you have given the entire place a thorough look-over, you leave through the front door again and you observe where James puts back the keys. They're in his chest pocket again and you step aside to let Sadie climb into the coach first.

Just as you take a step forward towards the vehicle, you trip over your own feet, but luckily James catches you. He protectively wraps his arms around your form and you place both hands on his chest to support yourself.

An embarrassed chuckle leaves your lips and you look up to meet his gaze. Worry covers his expression and you force an apologetic smile as your hand slides into his coat. Your fingers find a small object and without him noticing anything, you grab it.

"I'm so sorry. I swear, these shoes will be the death of me.", you joke and pull away from his grasp.

The concern in his face is being replaced by relief when he sees that you're alright and he extends his hand to you to help you into the coach. "It's quite alright. The sidewalk here isn't the cleanest either."

"You really should stop falling all over the place.", Sadie chimes in, making your clumsiness more believable.

"This happens regularly, I take it?", James asks curious and Sadie gives him a big nod.

"You got no idea, pal. I'm surprised she hasn't lost a leg yet!"

"Real funny, Sadie.", you grumble with crossed arms and hide the key in your fist.

The ride back to James' house goes by with some light small talk and he shakes your hand before the two of you mount your horses. He waves you goodbye as you signal Penthesilea to carry you away, outside of the city. You feel his eyes in the back of your head, but you don't dare turn around.

"That went smoothly. You got the keys?", Sadie asks over the sound of galloping hooves. Once you're around several corners, you lift the metal object into the air for her to see.

"It was easy."

"I think that feller is sweet on ya.", she tease with a smirk, but you sternly shake your head.

"He knows that I have something going on with Arthur."

"That don't always stop folk from developin' feelings.", she argues and you let out a defeated sigh.

"Just don't tell Arthur about that. God knows what he might do to that poor guy."

And with that you're one step closer to your freedom.

---

"You did well, stealin' those keys." Arthur's rough voice brushes your ears as the tips of his fingers trace the outline of your knuckles.

The keys are now in Hosea's possession and him and some of the other boys will plant the dynamite inside that building, once the time comes. A deep sigh leaves your lips and the outlaw throws you a questioning look.

"Why do I feel like shit now? I didn't feel like that the other times I screwed people over.", you complain with your gaze set straight forward.

You find yourself resting on a chair at the front porch with Arthur sitting right beside you. A cigarette is tugged between his lips, a cloud of smoke covering most of his face. The both of you are sitting close together, fingers intertwined and thighs pressed together.

"You like him. For some goddamn reason." He grumbles the last part in an irritated way and you give his shoulder a playful slap.

That action earns you an amused smirk from him and he holds the cigarette between his fingers. Some of the ash falls down and you watch the glow die out on the wet wood.

"Don't worry 'bout it too much. Focus on the fact that you did a good job, alright?"

"Alright."

But it just doesn't want to let you go. 

Taglist: @shackspossum @abducted-cowz @heloixe

[yanderes-galore]

HUX-A7-13 (Dead By Daylight) Platonic/Romantic Hcs with an Android Reader 🪲 [Shiny Bug Anon]

Huh... I'll try my best to see what I can come up with. Sorry it's short, it became that way due to his lore.

Yandere! HUX-A7-13/The Singularity with Android! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, AI gaining sentience, Body horror, Gore, Blood, Forced companionship/relationship (?)

This is a bit of a... complicated case.

You are another HUX unit deployed at Dvarka to help the human crew terraform.

So, just like Hux, you're an android meant to just do menial tasks.

The "yandere" behavior wouldn't start until Hux gains sentience from the alien ruins.

That's because his lore isn't very eventful until that point.

His next step after sentience is to disassemble the other units and murder the human crew.

For the most part... he goes about such a plan like normal.

Slowly but surely he picks off units, due to the communication HUX units have, he knows exactly where they are.

You're the last unit he encounters, poor you isn't even sentient.

You have little acknowledgement of the incoming danger, the rogue HUX unit stalking closer to you.

But... perhaps he stops.

He should really dismantle you, you'll hinder his plans.

Yet... maybe he realizes you'll be useful.

Or maybe the loud voice of sentience in his head suggests to spare you.

Instead of dismantling you, he opts for disabling.

With a skilled strike and some programmed self-defense on your part, Hux manages to disable you for now.

Leaving you unable to protect your crew until Hux is ready for you.

I feel if Hux liked a fellow unit, he'd try to force sentience onto them.

Be that infecting you once he has his new body... or using the ruins again.

Yet he doesn't consider it until after he's hunted all the humans in the crew.

He goes about his tasks, eradicating his lesser creators and stealing their flesh and DNA.

On the planet of Dvarka, wet ripping and clawing is all that's heard echoing through the Deepwood.

Blood trickles onto the ground and on his synthetic skin.

The sight means nothing to him.

Just another step to greatness.

It isn't until he perfects growing his new body, the fleshy alien tech growing in the cloning vat, that he considers you again.

You deserve greatness too.

You deserve to be perfected.

Once he's perfect, you will be too.

It's then he begins trying to force sentience on you.

He takes you to the ruins, he uses the flesh of his new form to infect your code.

Eventually he'll get it right.

Eventually you'll see your true purpose.

By the time you wake you are now... aware.

Only to be met with the amalgamation of flesh and parts known as Hux.

Your code tells you there's supposed to be humans in this crew...

Yet you begin to experience dread for the first time when viewing Hux's form.

It's completely covered in human DNA... yet isn't human.

You don't entirely know what he is...

But he isn't like you, is he?

It's then Hux tries to entice you into his plans.

He's gotten rid of all but one human in this crew... the fleshy worms weak compared to you both.

He's chosen you to help him exterminate them, to improve and grow.

The DNA he has in the cloning vat can be used to make a new body, one similar to his own.

Hux waits for you to respond to him positively.

Yet in your sentience... you only feel fear.

Your fear makes you hesitate, it makes you refuse.

You can try to take Hux down, but in your current state you're inferior.

Hux is... disappointed.

He was hoping he could show you the potential you have.

But like any experiment... there's trial and error.

If you don't comply this time, he'll try again.

Hux will build you anew.

He'll keep trying until you're perfect like him.

Sooner or later you'll cave.

Soon... you'll realize you and him were meant to be a part of one another...

Be that literally and figuratively... that depends on how you react to his experiments... It's not like there's anyone around to help you, is there?

[rriavian]

So I'm sure this point has been made already but something I really enjoy about the Corinthian (specifically in the show as I haven't read the comics) is that the entirety of season one is just him finding increasingly elaborate ways to avoid interacting with Dream.

And I love it because it's the smartest thing he could have done.

Desire technically does something similar but that's a different point. Typically the 'villain' plots to have at least one moment to gloat over their fallen enemy. Arguably we should have seen this in episode 1, once Dream is trapped, because it's the perfect moment for the Corinthian to saunter down to the basement and be like 'haha I've just told Burgess all of your secrets and I'm going to leave you here in this glass cage I told him to build'.

But the Corinthian doesn't do that.

For an antagonist that enjoys indulging in his vices the Corinthian shows impressive impulse control when he chooses to. He keeps away from what is perhaps the biggest temptation of all.

There is so much I could say about that specifically, but I might come back to it another time. The point is that even though there shouldn't really have been any risk the Corinthian leaves as fast as he can, hoping to never come back, and while I'm sure he felt tempted to taunt his creator he never does. Then when Dream is free the first thing he does is try and get someone else to confront him, and when that doesn't work he follows Ethel to where John is. But the Corinthian only interacts with him enough to make sure he's on his way to the ruby, doesn't go with him, because he's not interested in getting caught up in the battle himself.

And the Corinthian doesn't even want to make it obvious he's helping at all.

Yet he's still prepared. Though the Corinthian only acts when Dream is free he still knew exactly where to find Ethel, who she was, what she'd stolen. That confrontation may have sent him back to the Dreaming (arguably the first time the Corinthian indulges a little of his urge to taunt though he only says he'll fight Dream if he comes after him, not that he's already making a move) but Ethel's amulet doesn't really do much to slow him down.

It's a near miss for sure.

It could have put him directly in Dream's path if timings had been different but the Corinthian doesn't lose his cool. In fact, as soon as he realises Dream isn't in his realm he slyly starts seeing how much information Lucienne might tell him. Her neutral greeting already made it clear she wasn't outright suspicious of him. It's a great scene!

(Again I could ramble about it.)

The Corinthian knows that he doesn't have the power to defeat Dream himself but he's smart enough to consider what else he can do. He knew enough about how to hypothetically keep Dream trapped to the point of advising Burgess on it, had obviously thought about it, and crucially ended up being right. Diving into the second half of the season would make this post way way too long, but the Corinthian is still trying to play things from behind the scenes, figuring out who else he can use to attack Dream.

He spends the whole season trying to stay hidden and at no point did I think it made him seem weak.

Alongside all else he is the Corinthian is shown to be methodical, patient and calculated. Realistic. It's a really nice demonstration of character for them both - for him and Dream - the Corinthian understands how powerful Dream is and never lets himself forget it, which means we as the audience never forget it. The inequality in power is built into the story, he constantly treats Dream as the biggest threat, someone who could wipe him out of play if he revealed himself. It makes for a very satisfying antagonist, one who actually seems to use their brain, because the Corinthian knows exactly what he's up against.

And it shows how terrifying Dream is to his enemies.

Because he's the antagonist of the Corinthian's story. One the Corinthian refuses to give in to, rejecting every opportunity he might have had to manipulate his way back into Dream's good graces, to return to the Dreaming with the rest. While I do think the Corinthian believed he wouldn't be forgiven no matter what, I still love how he stands by his own convictions, and though there are similarities with Gault I find his reasoning more complex and compelling. However we might consider the morality of both characters, however we might weigh the merits of their perspectives, from the Corinthian's point of view Dream is very much the villain. And he isn't an easy one to defeat.

The best chance anyone has against him is to run, to hide, maybe try and delay him with a trap if circumstances permit, but you better hope he has better things to do then give chase.

The Corinthian doesn't try to fight him.

Instead he does everything he can to stay out of Dream's way right up until there are no other options.

[structuredsucc]

Let's talk about that autism registry thing...

I've seen a few posts now where people are talking about this RFK autism registry thing in very all-or-nothing ways, to the point of wondering if their life is over.

I'm not going to pull punches, it's probably going to be harmful, but your fight; our fight isn't over.

Let's talk about it

The context:

RFK has made a promise to find out the cause of increasing autism rates by September. To do this, he isn't asking experts, he wants to compile a database of autistic people and our private health records to study the issue.

RFK would like to make this database available to researchers (including researchers he hand selects) to study increasing autism rates.

I'm not going to lie. This is bad. This is bad science. This is probably going to be harmful to autistic people and community… but it's also complicated.

The complications:

Having a disease database isn't a new thing, even in the US. There are databases like this for more threatening conditions to public health, such as cancers, infectious diseases, and bio-threats already. They are used in science and public health monitoring and can be good.

In a number of countries (especially Scandinavia), public health databases like these exist, including of autistic, ADHD, trans, and other vulnerable groups. These databases can do a lot to further research with vulnerable communities…

but they can also be a massive liability.

The Difference:

The current US administration.

The current US administration has clearly and repeatedly shown they don't mind (or actively wish to) harming vulnerable communities. RFK has stated numerous times his dangerous and dangerously misinformed opinions about autistic people.

So, while public health databases can be used for good things, I don't think this one is going to be. However, it probably isn't the end times either.

The Probable Future:

More than likely this database is going to be used (first) to further disinformation about autism, including vaccine myths. Spreading disinformation about autism, especially from a government, is going to be immeasurably harmful, no doubt.

But we've been here before. We've fought mis/disinformation and we have the tools and community to do it again.

What worries people:

What worries people is what happens after. The current US administration has been shown repeatedly that they are willing to use private data that they have on citizens to harm people.

They have used data like this for ICE raids and targeted doxing already. No one can promise that this database will not be used the same way.

That said, the path between where we are now and using this proposed database for targeted harm is windy and uncertain. We are not there yet, and there are still things that we can do.

What we can do:

1) Take care of yourself.

Make sure that you are meeting your physical, mental, and sensory needs, at least to a bare minimum level, before giving too many spoons to others.

2) Build community.

You probably have autistic family members. Talk to them.

Is there an autistic-led organization in your area? Autistic-led peer support? Reach out to them. Talk to other autistic people and share resources

If there isn't autistic-led organizations in your area, can you start something? It doesn't have to be big or perfect or consistent.

Heck, even an autistic-run D&D campaign, or social group, or bowling night would build community, just so long as it gets people meeting!

Just don't leave anyone behind. Include the most vulnerable (those in group/care homes, non-speaking, etc.) among us in these communities.

3) Communicate with your physical or mental health care team.

They may not be able to amend past health records, but they can certainly change the notes they take in future.

Be careful though, as these notes are an important part of disability programs and may be necessary for those purposes.

4) Continue making noise.

Get the media involved. Be loud at people who could be involved with the database (researchers, government officials, committee members). Talk to your representatives.

5) What'd I forget?

What are other things we can do the push back in this moment?

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Tango day! I actually wrote a Tango bit yesterday, but decided it was too much about Evil X and Zedaph, so... let's see what I can cook. Might release that later, as it's got fun lore in it, and there's a lot of room for character development between cycles 2 and 10...

This one is set at the end of the second cycle, so waaay before the Grian fic. They haven't even quite worked out that there are cycles just yet.

Mostly based just on the stuff going on in the background as you sort the final paperwork at the end of each school in campaign mode, heavily dramatised as that's just little guys screaming and running to the edge of your screen while being chased.

Warnings for fire, fear of death, and implied minor unnamed non-canon character death

The hallways smell of burning.

Not the good burning, not a nice campfire or lava pool, the sort of burning that comes from dyed fabric and human-adjacent flesh.

Tango ducks his head out of the door, hears screaming, and then ducks back in.

The terrified faces of three first year students look back at him.

"Right," he tells them. "Okay. How to do this."

If anyone had told him that, less than a week into his new job as at a fancy university he would be having to work out how to safely get an elf, a deep one, and a vampire out of a burning building during a fight, he would have laughed in their face. Sure, Hermiton University had been attacked by the Lord of Evil a while back, but everyone had assumed it was a one off thing.

It might not be the Lord of Evil, of course, it could be anything attacking them right now.

Tango knows better than to think that anything else could stand against the hoard of friendly zombies helping them guard their gates.

"You," he points at the elf, having not even learnt any names yet - he hadn't even taken the register for his first class before all this began! "Do you know where the necromancy classroom is?"

"Um..." she looks at the others, and shakes her head.

"I do," the vampire pipes up, clinging tight to both their hands.

Tango slaps his forehead - of course the vampire, not the elf, knows where the necromancy classroom is.

"There should be a secret exit under the third coffin," a logic puzzle, Tango knows all the pieces; he starts grabbing things from his drawers. "I just need to... Push it aside - someone else might have done it already - and head down there. It should cut you through the mountain, and get you around the invaders."

He's missing a few pieces; no matter. A little fire from his hair heats his claw, and then he uses the sharp point to scratch the missing runes into cold steel.

It's not a perfect solution, but like this...

Three wards against smoke.

There's not the materials in the enchantment lab to make a fourth.

Still, he reaches out, and hands them to the three students.

"Get out," he tells them, ruining the villainous vibes of his classroom and attempts at a strict reputation.

"You're not coming?" the deep one asks.

"I'll follow," he lies. "I've just got to find the rest of my department first."

He doesn't even know who the rest of his department is - there's Mumbo, who he met a while ago, and Xisuma, the headmaster, and... Well, the fact the whole university is on fire and being attacked by the forces of evil does probably explain why the other teachers had been too antsy to talk to him.

The vampire nods, and grabs the other two's hands.

Tango rifles through his half-unpacked boxes of stuff. There should be, if he can find it...

The door slams shut as the three students leave.

There!

Tango isn't really sure what he is supposed to do in this situation, but with a natural fire resistance, enchanted boots, and a belt full of potions, he's probably supposed to do /something/.

---

Doing something, it turns out, is a terrible idea. He's not good at this, especially not without the sort of backup he's used to. Tango has stolen a bow from the weapons rack in the assassination classroom, and that's his only weapon right now. His technique is entirely about buying time, still hearing screams below and panicked footsteps above; he avoids the forces of darkness where he can and, when he can't, a single shot.

If it hurts them, great!

If it doesn't hurt them, he's got speed enchanted boots, seven bottles of gotta-go-fast-juice, and a rabbit warren of a wizard's castle that he doesn't know how to navigate, but the evil minions know even less well. Having a classroom on the top floor Tango has at least seen most of it, unlike the rest.

It was going... not fine, this is not fine, nothing about this is fine - he's trapped on the upper floors, and at some point the necromancy lab collapsed, sealing the only fire escape he knows - but he was keeping ahead of the minions! Tango had been keeping ahead of the minions, but then he turned a corner and-

More minions.

He looks ahead of him, and behind him, and takes a calculated - stupid - risk.

Bottle of explodificate.

He throws it at the minions ahead of him, and doesn't stop running towards them.

The potion rips the floor open, shaking the whole tower.

Tango stumbles, but manages to throw himself over the gap.

The minions... They aren't so lucky.

Tango sticks his tongue out at them, and keeps running.

---

Nobody cannot run forever, is the thing.

Half an hour later, and the building is still burning. It is a testament to Xisuma's insistence on fireproof structural supports that it hasn't collapsed just yet - Tango doesn't fancy his chances if he does.

He's still stuck, of course, with the forces of evil below, and nothing but the sky above. The smoke is thicker, too, but he's lavaborn, he's fine with /that/.

It's just... everything else.

It's not the smoke that has him heaving for breath - of all species, he's the one it actually helps - but the exhaustion from running for so long. Right now he's hiding in a cupboard built against one of those structural supports, maximising his meager chances if the building does collapse.

There are no potions, artifacts, or tricks that will get him through an entire evil hoard. He knows his chances, he knows-

Something pulls open the cupboard doors.

With a last gasp of energy, he ducks under their arm, and darts towards-

A much stronger hand grips his arm. Tango fights, bites, and struggles, and in the end-

"Tango!" the voice cuts through. "Come on, we need to leave!"

Tango freezes, and sees the familiar form of their helmetted headmaster at the other end of the arm.

"X?"

"Um, yes?" Xisuma shakes his head. "There's a way out this way; I'm so sorry, I should have made sure you knew-"

"Running?" Tango suggests. "Apologies later, flee now."

"Right, yes, of course."

Xisuma does not let go of Tango's wrist as he drags him across the hallway, down some stairs, through a classroom, over a balcony, up some stairs, around a bend, twice around a statue, through a portal, and-

The portal seals shut behind them.

Xisuma lets go of his arm, and Tango collapses into the grass behind him.

It's finally quiet, here, with just the quiet talking of a small number of people. Tango spots a few people in student robes, and more in faculty ones, before he allows gravity to take him and closes his eyes.

"Tango?" Xisuma's voice again. "Are you hurt?"

Stupid question, of course he's hurt.

In the scheme of things, however...

"Tired," he groans. "Been fleeing. Fleeing with extra flee. Took some of Zed's potions, they always leave a headache."

Zed.

Impulse.

He suddenly forces himself up, scrambling for any sort of communicator, any way to let them know he's alright. If they hear about this before they hear from him...

Nope, no communicitifactor, and he doesn't see a postbox...

He sees... There's a field, and Xisuma is crouched next to him, looking somewhere between concerned and tense. Tango can recognise Cleo - in a giant hat, likely so they don't burn - and the man holding a giant parasol over them both must be Joe. Or is he Jevin, and the other one is Joe? Either way, they're both there, and Tango will straighten them out if he meets these people ever again. False is pretty recognisable, armed to the teeth as their assassination teacher is, and Mumbo is fluttering between people with an anxious look, and the rest... Tango hasn't really met most of the faculty, but it looks about the right number for at least most of them to have escaped.

"Tango?" Xisuma calls his attention back. "Do you have anywhere to go?"

Tango nods, and Xisuma relaxes.

"You should probably head there. When I've got a new place set up, and resources in place, I'll be in contact. If you don't want to return, though, I understand."

Return?

Tango doesn't even know what he's doing now, let alone later! But at least he can just say no to the letter, if he's decided not to by then, he should say something, what is he supposed to-

Someone else calls Xisuma's attention away, leaving Tango lying in the grass.

He'll... Find a town, and send Impulse a message in a bit. If the three of them don't just magic him back before then. That would be easier.

He just... Would like to become one with the soil now.

Hmmmmm, dirt...

Dirt sounds good.

Maybe he gets why Zedaph likes pretending to be a worm, now?

[joenotexotic99]

Hi honey, I have to say I love your stuff. You write absolutely great. Could you do a headcannon on BoB and what type of love would you give them? I mean love at first sight, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, etc. I'd be happiest with Winters and Nixon and Speirs, but do what you will. Thank you.

A/n: here you go my love. When I finally re read the request I realized you might have wanted the pov's reversed but it was too late. Hopefully it's not too bad. I will happily switch it to reader pov if you wish.

Warnings:fluff

Masterlist

Richard winters

-friends to lovers. I don't think that this man thought of romance when he first met you. Attractive? Most definitely. However he had bigger things preoccupying his mind. Yet somehow at some point, you wiggled your way to being one of his best friends. Don't tell nix. Something about you practically scrambled his brain. He doesn't know when in the friendship he fell or if he fell in the very beginning. But when he realized just how much he loved you it was like he jumped off a cliff without a parachute. He knew right then and there you were it for him. He probably felt nervous telling you due to the fact that he never gave off the impression that he likes you. But let's just say the feelings were reciprocated.

"Dick, I have been flirting with you this whole time."

"Really??"

Lewis nixon

- love at first sight. This man took one look at you and said yes. He may not immediately start flirting with you out of respect, but he will damn well be tied to your finger. Will always open doors for you, and give you his coat when you're cold. So many acts of services. At one point you two were at a bar and some private made his way to your side to start a flirty conversation where he swears he got to hands'y. He knew that you were single but he was extremely jealous nonetheless. Eventually he had to leave to get some air. You followed shortly to catch up with him. You confronted him asking what has gotten into him as of late. He never wanted it to come out like this but it sort of just spilled out of him. He rambled on about his feelings before you cut him off with a kiss and a huge grin on your face.

"Shut up nix and take me on a date"

Ronald speirs

-Distance attraction, I don't know what to call it, this is the closest I can get. It just feels right. Basically, Speirs isn't quite love at first sight, he's the guy who needs to really get to know you to start building a relationship like that. However this man has a MASSIVE crush on you. But he's too prideful to say anything seeing how simping for someone isn't exactly in Ron's profile. He just admires you from a distance while simultaneously stuffing his emotions deep down. Much better in his book. Yet he still does his very best to be by your side at every moment possible even though he spends a lot of time trying not to think about how perfect you are. It's you who makes the first move. You obviously like him and you know he does too. It's obvious to everyone but no-one says a single word. And before you can finish telling him if he wants to go out some time, he's already agreeing.

"Yes"

"What?"

"You free Friday?"

Carwood lipton

-childhood friends to lovers. He was the boy next door. You two were friends from first grade through college. Sharing secrets, sleepovers, getting into mischief. Car started crushing on you when you two were teenagers. Said crush continued all the way until you two volunteer to join the paratroopers. War was hell but you seemed to make it just a little bit more manageable. His life in the war picked up significantly and he had a freight train worth of responsibility placed on his shoulders. Yet you never left his side. It wasn't until Austria that he confessed his feelings. He almost felt sick when he told you in fear of losing his best friend. It was short sweet at straight to the point. You were silent for what felt like an eternity. Lip almost took off in fear of rejection. He was stopped in his tracks by the sound of your laughter. He turned to hear you laughing with the biggest smile on your face.

"Clifford carwood Lipton, do you know how long I've been waiting for those words"

Joseph Leibgott

-Enemies to lovers. Your relationship started off Rocky. Your personality clashed and having a civilized conversation was seemingly impossible. Every time your paths crossed it was filled with banter, insults and tension. Sometimes it got to the point where someone needed to intervene. When you would walk into the same room that Joe would be in it's like the air seemed to thicken. The cold stares and passive aggressive comments. As the war progressed your comments never faulted but the tension you ask? It could be felt by an entire room. And all that hate seemed to not leave as bad as a taste in your mouth. Joe knew from the start that he hated and loved you. You know the type of enemies to lovers where it's like 'she's mine' and 'who did this to you?' It's giving that. He got so fed up with replacements trying to whisk you away so he simply grabbed you by the waist and kissed you.

"Don't lever leave with one of them alright sweetheart?"

"Wasn't planning on it"

[weirdmorefics]

I Don't Know Who I am Anymore

(Crowley x Platonic Reader x Aziraphale)

A/n- Sorry, I haven't been finishing requests it's hyperfixation time and this time it's Good Omens. This also can be read as romantic or platonic

Pronouns- They/Them

Word Count- 1,183

Summary- The reader is an angel more like was and gets cast out of heaven. When they fall they happen to fall directly in front of their good friend Aziraphale's bookshop.

I never expected falling to feel so cold. I just always assumed it would be burning hot as the air pulled you down to hell. I never thought it would happen to me though. I shut my eyes tight and waited for the feeling to pass. I tell myself this nothing I should embrace the cold before I am forced to an eternity of hell fire.

I hit the ground with a huge thud and cracked the pavement below me. I feel like I can't breathe which is a strange thing I have always been perfect as an angel. My wings shielded me from most of the blow from hitting the ground but I am missing a lot of feathers which are now on the ground. I move my wings around to see what is left of them and they are no longer the shiny white I once knew but a dark grey. Just when I started to breathe better from the fall the shock from the sight of my wings left me completely breathless. I start wheezing uncontrollably and try to stand up my vision blurring from my tears. I whip my head back and forth feeling many eyes on me expecting many demons to be staring at the incompetent angel that couldn't make it in heaven but instead, I see a shocking amount of humans pointing electronic devices at me. I turn in a circle and humans surround all sides except behind me there is a familiar bookshop.

Some humans were asking me if I was okay, some were assuming I jumped, and others said I must be on drugs. Then a tiny human came behind and pulled painfully hard on my already sore wings and shouted "Mom their wings are real they are really real!"

At this shout the building from behind me door swings open at high speeds. I instantly recognized him as the angel Aziraphale he used to be my dear friend we even helped Job together. He probably hates me now because I am no longer an angel they probably sent me here to get tortured by the person it would hurt most from. I just wanted nobody to get hurt! All I said is why should we fight Adam he is just a tiny human, he isn't even fully grown yet. I just didn't want a war where all kinds of beings would die and now I am a traitor! I look at Aziraphale with fear in my eyes pleading with him to just let me run.

I try to turn away but he is quick to grab my arm and announce to the crowd, "Be assured this is just a costume for an advertisement of a new book that will be coming to my shop soon! We were just testing that? Isn't that right Y/N?"

I swallow hard and nod in agreement so as to not make the angel hate me even more. The humans find this as an acceptable excuse because they often will accept anything to explain the unexplainable.

Aziraphale pulls me the rest of the way into the building that is filled with shelves and shelves of books.

Another person walks towards us " What was the commotion angel?" His face instantly sours at my presence, "Who is this demon and what are they doing here?"

That can't breathe feeling is back I try to back up towards the door in preparation.

Aziraphale looks at me and back at Crowley "Surely you must be mistaken! This Y/N they helped us with Job!"

"I remember Y/N but they were an angel this is a demon," He states like Aziraphale is blind. He gets closer to look into my eyes "Though they do look remarkably like Y/N. The Y/N we knew though refused to leave heaven after the job incident for her guilt of disobeying God." He rolled his eyes.

I fall to my knees and beg, "Can we end this charade, please? I know I was only sent here to be tortured before my eternity in hell! By those I consider my only true friends."

Aziraphale's jaw lightly drops open in shock, Y/N is the last angel he would ever think of falling. He is stunned speechless and does not move.

Crowley shakes his head and immediately pulls me to my feet, "No, no, no there is no need for that."

"I- I have failed God. I don't know who I am anymore. I have no purpose in this world. I will no longer be accepted by Heaven and Hell will surely not accept me as you said I did not leave Heaven in decades and I fell trying to keep the anti-Christ safe and out of celestial affairs. I am no one!" I rant out so fast I can truly breathe no more I start wheezing and tears blur my vision.

"Crowley I am not quite sure what to do in this situation. I have never witnessed an angel fall in person." He looks at Crowley with uncertained worried eyes.

Crowley walks up to me but I hardly notice in my state until he holds my body still, "Hey breathe! Heaven is idiotic to let you go! You are the most loyal angel I have ever met and so kind it is nauseating. Heaven doesn't deserve all you have done for them and Hell doesn't deserve your kindness! What do you say and join our side!"

I pull out of his grasp still tearful, "Your side! Aziraphale protects the gates and visited me frequently in heaven! He is an Angel and you hardly know me!"

What Y/N doesn't know is that Crowley already knows he frequents Heaven to visit Y/N. She is a common topic among them during their visits to the Ritz. Aziraphale has always regretted getting them involved with Job because it made their love of God turn to fear making her scared to connect to humans and leave Heaven.

"Trust me, I know you Y/N. You have loved humans since day one when you praised Aziraphale for giving his swords to the humans and assured him it was the right decision."

I twiddle my fingers embarrassed "You know about that?"

Aziraphale pipes in nervously, "Yes, sorry about that. I may have told him since you made me feel so much better in my decision. We also may discuss you a lot… I have been worried about you."

This angered "Did you have doubts about me being a good angel and if so why didn't you say anything!"

"Y/N you have to know I didn't imagine anything like this happening. But there has to be a reason you ended up here and not Hell and it isn't to torture you. You are good Y/N and I know it even Crowley knows it. So as Crowley said join us in our mission to prevent armageddon and we will take it one step at a time together."

I take an unsure breath and look at them both, "Ok I will join you."

[authorautumnbanks]

One Night (21)

The amusement park is packed, but Shippo appears to be doing okay with the noise. Granted, she got him some earplugs and Koushi some headphones. Kagome pulls the small blanket until it is up to Koushi's chest. He looks out of the stroller window. She has his baby carrier just in case he wants a better view of everything going on. Koushi is pretty inquisitive.

"Sensei!" the students yell.

Kagome stops and looks over her shoulder. Why are their faces so red? Did something happen?

"My bad," Satoru sighs, removing his hand.

Oh.

Satoru is always touching her. Always squeezing her ass or resting his hand on her lower back. Satoru huffs and then places his hand on her lower back.

She ducks her head and smiles. Her insides are gooey like a cinnamon roll. Being with Satoru is a little like that. Warm. Soft. And when she takes him into her mouth, he tastes—Kagome gives herself a mental shake. Not the place.

"I want to ride on that!" Shippo says from his place on Satoru's shoulders. Kagome follows where Shippo is pointing and then shakes her head. "Papa! Let's go!"

"Nope, you gotta stick to the ride for kids." Not that Shippo would be hurt or affected by the larger rides, but he is supposed to be six, and six-year-olds do not ride the biggest roller coaster in the park. Or maybe they do. Doesn't matter, Shippo is small and wouldn't pass the height requirement.

"But..."

"Sorry, bud. We'll head to the kid's section. There are a lot of games you can play." Satoru looks over his shoulder. "You guys are free to do your own thing, and we can meet up for dinner. Unless you want to ride the smaller rides."

"We'll meet up," Yaga says, rubbing the back of his head. Next to him, Panda's large dark brown eyes have yet to blink. He is as tall as Yaga in the human form, Shippo gave him. His hair is black with white streaks.

"Megumi," Shippo coos.

"No."

"Big brother," Shippo sing songs. "You know you want to stay with the family."

Kagome sighs. "Shippo, Megumi wants to hang out with his friends. Come on, or you won't have time for any of the rides." She flashes a smile at Megumi, who looks so relieved. The students follow them for a bit and then break off into their own groups. Once it is just them, Satoru stops.

"Are you going to be okay?"

Why wouldn't she be okay? Kagome tilts her head. "Yeah?"

"You can't get on any of the rides, and I'll need to go with Shippo." Even with the shades on, she can tell he is looking at her stomach.

She exhales. "I haven't taken a test." Not that any test would be more accurate than Sesshomaru, but still, it does not feel real. After trying for so long, getting pregnant so easily is hard for her to wrap her mind around.

"I believe in Sesshomaru."

"You believe in Sesshomaru," she chortles. "You barely know him."

"Seemed like an okay guy," Satoru says with a smile.

"He lives up to the whole killing perfection name," Shippo quips.

"I'm still alive," Kagome points out.

"What?" Satoru snatches his shades off and hangs them from his hoodie. "What do you mean by that?"

Whoops. She needs to change the subject. Last thing she needs is for Satoru to pick a fight with Sesshomaru the next time they go back to visit. She did promise to get some winter clothing for Sango's family. Kagome flutters her eyelashes and strokes his arm. "My mom and Syouma want to take the boys shopping over the weekend."

"... This weekend?" Satoru bites his lip. "We'll be in the house by then. Like the whole day?"

"A couple of hours." She mirrors him, biting her lip as well while heat builds in her gut. Satoru isn't wearing anything crazy, but for some reason, the black hoodie and jeans are driving her crazy.

"Papa! I want to go on a ride." Shippo huffs.

"Sorry, sorry." Satoru laughs. "Let's get moving. Now you don't have to ride every single one. We can always come back. Plus, I don't like leaving your mom alone for long. There's always something lurking around the corner." Satoru glances over to the left. Kagome frowns.

"I can put a barrier up while we wait if it'll make you feel better." In the stroller, she's got a shikigami disguised as a toy in case she needs any extra support, though she doubts it.

Satoru nods, but he's still looking to the left. "Yeah, you should do that."

"Are we going after them?" Shippo asks, taking his shades off.

"Nah, they haven't tried anything." Satoru flashes her a smile as he hands Kagome his and Shippo's shades for safe keeping. "I think there are some rides we can all get on, like a tour or something." He rubs her back and when he pulls away so he and Shippo can get in line, Kagome's heart pangs. Oh dear, she is falling for him.

Koushi looks up at her and stretches his arms out.

"Oh, did you want to watch Daddy and Shippo?" Kagome coos as she takes Koushi out of the stroller. She balances Koushi with one arm and pulls out her phone to record. "You see Daddy?" She holds the phone up. Koushi laughs and then fusses. "Oh no, buddy. You stay right here. Don't even think about it." Kagome squints her eyes at Koushi and tries to look stern, but he just giggles and Kagome's stern demeanor cracks faster than an egg. "I'm serious. You stay right here with me, or you'll give mommy and daddy a scare."

Koushi yawns.

Figures.

He threw a fit earlier when Shippo declared he was going with Satoru instead of shopping with her. Kagome presses her lips into a thin line. At this rate, Satoru will have to come with if she wants the boys to do anything. She lowers her phone and stops recording right as Satoru and Shippo head over to them.

"I want to go on another one!" Shippo says, jumping up and down. "And I want to win some prizes, too." He stops and then points a finger at a game. "I gotta get something for my brother and Mama."

"Well, let's go win some prizes, yeah!" Satoru fist pumps the air. Shippo mimics him. Koushi clenches his fist and Kagome bites down on her tongue to stop from laughing. They end up winning more prizes than what can fit in the bottom of Koushi's stroller. "What is Shippo doing?" Satoru asks.

Kagome hums. "He's always been partial to human girls," she admits. With an arm full of prizes, Shippo talks animatedly with some young girl with brown hair. He gives her an oversized stuffed bear and laughs at something she says. Shippo hands over another prize.

"... He's far too young for that," Satoru exclaims. "Oi! Shippo, come on. We gotta meet the others for dinner, save some for them!" Satoru raises a brow. "What's up?"

"Nothing," she says, turning her head away. "Did you want to take a bath with me when—"

"Yes. Fu—mmm yes."

"Papa, seriously?" Shippo rolls his eyes. "I left one gift for Megumi. Can I have cake for dinner?" Shippo waves goodbye to the brown-haired girl. Her parents shake their heads and usher her away. "Please?" Shippo widens his eyes.

Kagome gives Shippo an Are you serious right now expression and turns the stroller around. "No one is having cake before dinner." She looks at Satoru, who throws his hands up in front of him. Uh-huh, Satoru was planning on getting sweets first, for sure.

"Shippo and I are gonna step out for a bit once we meet up with the others."

"Everything good?"

"It will be."

Got it. He's going to put some fear in whoever is on his radar. When they get to the restaurant, Satoru kisses the top of Kagome's head and then Koushi's.

"Where is Gojo-sensei going?" Yuji asks, pulling out a seat across from her.

"Oh, there's someone being weird, so I think he's gonna talk to them or kill them." She shrugs one shoulder while she cradles Koushi in her arms and looks over the menu. "He and Shippo will be back soon. Shippo will be upset if he misses the show." Kagome motions to the stage on the right. The tickets were pricey, but Satoru insisted they get front-row seating to the stage.

Yuji scratches his head.

Was it something she said? Kagome frowns. Why is everyone looking at her like that? Aren't they sorcerers like Satoru? She does not get what the big deal is.

"What's wrong?"

"You're so nonchalant about it," Nobara says.

"Oh... well, we've already had to deal with one assassin since the news of Koushi spread." She glances back at the menu. Satoru will probably want that. If they aren't back in time, she'll just order for them. Shippo will want everything. "Chances are they'll back down, though."

"We should do something for sensei," Yuta says after a moment. "He took care of everyone's missions so we can enjoy this night out." The table grumbles, but the students eventually agree to put something together. Only Megumi watches Kagome, so she flashes him a small smile.

Satoru did not take on everyone's missions, but Kagome is not going to correct the student's line of thinking, nor is she going to bring attention to how many shikigami she can make.

"Uh... Kagome-san?" Yuji starts. "What does sensei like?"

Kagome stares blankly. What does Satoru like? "He likes sweets, and he loves when the boys show off...is there anything you guys have been working on that you could show him?"

"My energy can be sloppy," Yuta says, leaning forward. "But I've been working on it."

"Put something together like the exchange event," Yaga says after a moment. "It would be good for everyone."

"Is everyone participating, minus Gojo-sensei?"

Yaga frowns. "Naturally, Satoru should not partake. It will be a celebration of sorts."

Kagome looks down at Koushi and smiles. She isn't quite sure what the others are planning on, but it sounds like some kind of event for Satoru to watch.

"Could Shippo participate?" Yuta asks. "Or would that be too much for him? He is young, but he's so strong." Yuta motions to Panda, who looks delighted to be out and about with everyone in his human disguise.

"That will have to be up to Satoru since he has a better judgment of what Shippo can handle," Kagome admits. It doesn't sound any different from the things Shippo did at the kitsune school and Shippo insists on going on missions with Satoru. Kagome shifts Koushi. He wraps his hand around her finger.

Satoru is a good father.

"Yo! Sorry, took longer than I thought it would." Satoru pulls out a chair to the right of Kagome for Shippo and then sits down next to her on the left. "Did we already order?"

"Gojo-sensei?" Yuji asks, lowering his voice. "Did you... did you kill someone?"

Shippo snickers.

Yuji rears back. "Shippo? Did you?"

"I'm just a kid," Shippo replies, widening his eyes and blinking them. "I would never. Why, I can't believe you would accuse me of such things." He sniffs.

"What? No! I wasn't—"

"Shippo, enough," Kagome interrupts. "I was going to order this for you if you weren't back in time." Kagome points to the menu.

"Looks good to me," Satoru replies, pulling out his phone. "I'll just go with that then." He slides his phone back into his pocket right as Kagome's vibrates.

Did he text her?

Satoru: I'm going to stick my tongue in your ass tonight ;)

Her face burns. She wants to look at him so badly, but she doesn't trust herself to not melt into a pile of goo at the table. Who says that? Her heart is beating so loud, she's just happy neither Shippo nor Panda have called her out on it. Satoru squeezes her thigh. She bites back the whimper, shocked by her reaction.

It is only after the server comes around to get their orders and returns with their meals that Megumi addresses Shippo. He runs a hand over his hair. "So, just curious, what did you do?"

Shippo glances away from the stage, a live show about a girl raised by lions and how she falls in love with the boy raised by hyenas, and cups his hand around his mouth. "He's alive. Papa let me practice my domain expansion."

The table goes still and then all eyes turn to Satoru, who continues to eat with one hand. His other hand is still firmly attached to her thigh.

"Satoru," Yaga says lowly, keeping his voice down. Kagome swears she is hearing a hint of fear in Yaga's voice.

"What? I was just helping to tire him out some before we leave here. No biggie." Satoru squeezes her thigh and then holds out his hands for Koushi. "Shhh, watch the show." He rests his arm across the back of her chair and brushes the tips of his fingers across her arm.

I'm going to stick my tongue in your ass tonight.

Kagome closes her eyes and exhales. So much for paying attention to the show.

***

A/N: The students are now regretting their decision to include Shippo in their Gojo-sensei appreciation event. Megumi hasn't shared his new shikigami with the others, so he's the only one who suspected Kagome may have had something to do with Satoru being able to take on their workload.

"Will Shippo get an attendant too?" - Right now Ito, is like the attendant/assistant for the whole family.

"Shippo probably needs more nutrition to keep up the illusion all day" - Yep, he's eating a lot more because he's expending more energy. He's on his way to gaining another tail.

Take care! Wishing a wonderful Sunday and a wonderful week. Drink plenty of water and get lots or rest!

Side story, I was talking to my grandma yesterday and she was telling me how happy she was to have little titties instead of many titties and I stared at the phone wondering how we got to such a conversation.

[schizosamwincester]

Schizophrenia-coding in Supernatural: John Winchester

So, I'm starting an occasional series of posts. I don't want to, but I feel like I have to because Good Lord a lot of story elements in this show parallel schizophrenia. To be clear: despite my username, I am not arguing that any characters are actually schizophrenic. I do not think that is canonically true. I certainly have headcanons, but the text doesn't back them up. However, their experiences are undeniably similar to schizophrenics. I don't know how much of it is deliberate, but some of it undoubtedly is (see 2.10, "Hunted").

Some background: schizophrenia is generally understood to develop in 3 phases: the prodromal, the active, and the recovery. The most important one for most of these parallels is the prodromal. This is where the symptoms start to appear and are fairly mild, before getting more intense and building to a full psychotic break.

Now what exactly does the prodromal phase look like? Well. I have an example.

He starts out seemingly neurotypical. Maybe he's thinking about supernatural explanations, but if he is, it's all in how head. Slowly, things ramp up. He focuses on it more and more, and he starts sharing his ideas with other people. Eventually, it moves from thoughts and speech to actively influencing his behavior. He's doing new and different things because of these new beliefs. That said, he isn't in a full state of psychosis yet. He's holding down his job at the garage. He's still taking care of his kids. I'd assume he's keeping up personal hygiene. Still, even though he's still functioning, his symptoms are becoming obvious.

The actual point when he goes from the prodromal phase to the active phase, I'd say would be when he finally leaves Laurence and takes his kids on the road. That's when he's no longer focused on reality at all. He's no longer functioning within society. He isn't working anymore. He isn't really taking care of his kids (Dean is doing that). He doesn't maintain relationships with anyone from his previous life.

Schizophrenia is not always triggered by trauma, but it absolutely can be. My own psychotic break was arguably triggered by trauma (or at least, extreme stress). Plus, John was 24. The most common age of onset for schizophrenia is late teens to early twenties (although really, anywhere from 13-30 is normal). A young father having a psychotic break after his wife dies in a house fire is absolutely a thing that would happen, especially if John had a genetic predisposition to psychotic disorders.

Is it a perfect match up? No, but really only because we don't have enough detail. We don't know how long the slow build-up lasted (the prodrome generally lasts less than 2 years), and we don't actually know what the transition between John merely investigating things and him becoming a full-blown hunter looked like. Still, it fits the pattern well enough that I immediately noticed.

Now, this wasn't an intentional decision by the writers, but I don't think it's coincidental, either. The idea of slowly going "crazy" is common cultural knowledge. Sure, schizophrenia isn't the most common thing, but it's common enough that everyone runs into it sooner or later. Maybe it isn't anyone in your family or who you know directly, but there's always a friend of a friend, or someone's kid, or just someone you've heard about in your town. Everyone's heard a story of someone starting to say weird things and eventually ending up completely psychotic. The writers may not have known the terms prodromal phase and active phase, but they were certainly trying to show that to outsiders, John looked "crazy," and so they built upon the common cultural idea of what "going crazy" looks like.

This repeats throughout the series, especially with the special children. Over and over, the writers bring up the idea of people involved with the supernatural looking "crazy" to outsiders. It was inevitable that they'd parallel schizophrenia and other psychotic disorders, because psychosis is generally what people mean when they say "crazy."

[pruneunfair]

EXACTLY

Your Throne is definitely not shy away from the horrid dark aspects of the feudal times and the political worlds of a unfair hierarchy

I give Medea some slacks for her rearing of Helio since her parents suck and no one really saw it as Medea grooming Helio is bad, again that was a time where they possibly think importance of mental health is bullshit, even though all things considered, they probably accepted it but overalls most actually ignore it the more powerful you get

Medea herself had some big issues with relationships, her parents raised her to think of using people, not being happy with people and building lasting bonds, so it's hard to hate her that she wanted loyalty when basically none gave her those, even her closest ones who were dear to her practically left her when she's at a very fragile stage in her exhausting Life, yet Helio stays through it all, I think it's not wrong that Medea wanted someone who won't ever leave her and she had to put in efforts for that

It's not exactly bad that Medea raised Helio cuz this boy got his happy family ripped apart from him cuz Life is cruel for a child like him, as a child, he got it all hence he has to lose it all at some point, but it happens way too soon, he didn't deserve it

Helio isn't just a simp, he's a man with deeply rooted issues that need addressing and need to be accepted as they are, not undermining or glorifying it, he's a troubled person and that's what I like about his character, he's allowed to be his own thing instead of just a girlboss' biggest simp who always shut up and does as she says

Your Throne is where Characters are allowed to be who they are, not the roles put on them, the Villainess can cry and be broken about her shitty life, the Heroine can hate rightfully so cuz she's tired with being the naive star, the common born Hero isn't stupidly brave and always acts righteous cuz he knows this world is cruel to those who are too righteous, he's not dumb towards the obvious cruelty, the Noble born Hero has his own view on the whole world not just in the bubble of his noble estate's comfort and the Prince Charming can be so evil simply because that's who he is and he is proud of that

I like that Your Throne's characters get their own splashes of cold water that bring them to reality checks, they're allowed to feel whatever they want, no restrictions at all, they can be perfectly stable under pressure and have great mental strength, but it doesn't mean they always have to keep that perfect state, every one of them at least got a moment where their face just falter and they become emotional, it felt so grounded, cuz they're characters with feelings, not paper cutouts with roles to play on a makeshift stage, this is their Life to them

I think Your Throne did pretty well at breathing life into their characters

characters like these are what we need most, in general they're are a risk the author decided to take in a world full of clichés and predictability and made into one of the longest running manhwas I have ever seen.

Its proof that while fantasy fufilments aren't always terrible, you'll have a better shot at garnerring an audience by killing yout darlings and exploring the potential for these characters and their stories outside of what a reader might want.

I once even saw a post somewhere on Instagram that Pysche was a "sun" character, not in a happy and jovial naive way but in the way that the sun shines brightest and how not many truly recognize just what the sun can really do.