#like yes putting everyone to sleep so they can live forever and never leave him is not a healthy reaction

[ta-bajna-cerna-okybaca]

Now that I finally got to play TWST diasomnia chapter 1 myself, I'm gonna need everyone who said Malleus was a baby throwing a tantrum for no reason to pay me 2000 dollars each

[rookiesbookies]

Different relationships that the CoD boys are in and will probably be in for most fics I write bc they give these vibes?

Featuring: Price, Soap, Ghost, Konig, Keegan, Gaz (in that order under the cut)

Price:

Wife. You both met on a dating app when the Captain was feeling lonely. Poor man got so anamored what was supposed to be one date and a fuck turned into one date, two days, four dates then fucking, then well yk. He kept you under deep protection, the boys never really learned about you but Price sends you photos of them all the time, referring to them jokingly as his sons. You’ll meet them eventually, but only when Price knows Graves and Sheppard aren’t a problem anymore.

Soap :

Fiance. After a couple years and a lot of confidence talks by Gaz, he built up the courage. He knew you’d say yes, everyone knew. Everyone knew the night you came to the bar to pick Soap up when he was blackout drunk and didnt kill him when he vomited all over your car’s dash. Ghost knew of you first to snatch up Soap’s phone to call. He was gruff and to the point about it but he felt sorry seeing Johnny cry over missing you but not wanting to leave the team during a celebration for another successful mission. Price made you promise him he’d be allowed to walk Soap down the aisle since it was, as he said, “clear who wears the pants in this relationship.”

(Fic about this posted and in my masterlist with in pinned on my account)

Ghost:

Situationship. He has too many attachment issues to be super stable and he knows it, especially with his line of work. You dont here from him for months at a time after goodbye dates, but when he comes back he’s basically living out of your apartment because it just feels better than living on base. He crashes on the couch because he doesnt want to join you in bed to make you uncomfortable or steal your bed by accident. He kicks and flops in his sleep like a fish.

Konig:

Wife. He couldn’t have put the ring on your hand faster out of fear of makimg you uncomfortable. After the second date he knew he wanted to marry you. But he waited a year to ask, it was painful for him. He asked the two of you elope, promised a ‘real’ wedding with a big white dress and anything you could ask for when the world was safer or his job slowed down. He has large enemies so he mostly keeps you as on the downlow as he can. Everyone knows not to mess with the Colonel's Wife.

Keegan:

Fiance. He promised you when you both graduated he’d marry you, lost contact not long after, reconnected a bit later, and he put a ring on you- promising he wouldn't lose you again. You’ve been engaged for a couple years but you want to be financially stable enough to do the dream wedding you both have planned on a Pinterest mood board. You’ve been his best friend since forever and met in a math class when he didn’t quite understand algebra. He says, “im not a math person,” quite often to this day.

Gaz:

Girlfriend. You met at a bar during his training way back while a friend was working as a bartender, they let you bust his ‘fake’ ID just to talk to him. He comes to see you every time he can now, cozying up in your bed and telling you the happy and fun moments he has with the boys on missions. You play Its Raining Men and he jokingly acts like he’s having flashbacks as a running gag.

[justastraymoa]

Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 5

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The rest of the promised week with Stray Kids and the decision that will change everyone's lives.

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl

Exhausted, I managed to sleep through the night.  It was a knock on my door that ended up waking me.

“Breakfast is almost ready.”  Hyunjin said when I bid him enter.

I nodded, yawning, and stretching, curling backwards in my bed.  “Okay, thanks.  I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“By the way you talk in your sleep.”

Freezing I squinted at him.  I had never been told that before, but I’ve not slept in front of anyone but them and Chan on the plane for many years.  “What did I say?”  I kind of dreaded the answer.

He shrugged, still standing in the doorway.  “We didn’t realize you were asleep at first.  You just talked to us like normal.”  He half smiled, trying not to laugh.  “Then you started talking about maroon summer storms and dark warm wood.  Apparently, we smell good.”

I slapped my hand over my eyes.  “Never mind.  I’m staying here.  Forever.”

“Aww, it was cute!  Bin even blushed.”

“You are horrible.”

Hyunjin laughed and stepped further into the room to sway my exposed foot.  “Don’t worry.  You smell good too.  Like flowers, a cold winter breeze, and the pages of a new book.”  He sounded wistful and when I looked, his eyes were glazed and far away.

He shook his head and cleared his throat, turning to leave.  “Nice blue panties.”  He called as he shut the door.

Looking down I realized my blanket had moved when I stretched, revealing my panties and entire left leg.  I hadn’t even felt the cold breeze.

Groaning in embarrassment I flung the blanket the rest of the way off and rolled off my mattress to get dressed and face the day.

They were all sitting at the table again when I joined them 10 minutes later.  As soon as I sat I.N moved to fill my plate.  That must be his job.  As youngest maybe?  I don’t know.

“Ayen, wait.”  Lee Know ordered before a single drop of food touched my plate.  Confused, I.N still listened, putting down the utensils and sitting back in his chair.  “Yesterday when we did this you didn’t seem happy.  Do you want us to keep filling your plate and waiting?”

I was brought up short at the question.  “Aren’t your instincts telling you to?”

“Yes, but they tell us a lot of things until we learn what you prefer.  Right now, they are kind of on the default setting.”  He started to explain.  “The other Alphas liked it when we did this, so we didn’t think to ask you.  But like I said yesterday, you aren’t like the other Alphas.”

I smiled way to brightly for this early in the morning.  But I was happy.  They were starting to try and get to know me now instead of ignoring me and assuming what I wanted based on instincts and their experience with other Alphas.

“Thank you.  For asking.  Seriously, it makes me very happy that you did.”  I watched Lee Know turn pink before continuing.  “And no, I don’t like this.  It makes me feel used.  I don’t mind if you want to wait until we are all sitting to eat, but I would rather you not wait for me to be served and start eating before you do.”

“We can do that.”  Everyone nodded in agreement.

Then, a bit haltingly – like he was arguing with himself – Lee Know took a scoop of eggs and then ate a bite.  Everyone followed with varying degrees of struggle.

“Don’t worry.  It will get easier as our instincts adjust to your preferences.”  Chan soothed when he saw I looked worried.

I just nodded and started getting my own food.  As we ate various Omegas added food to my plate, but they did it with each other too, so I was fine with it.  In fact, I joined in.  The first time I added food to I.Ns plate he about exploded in glee.

“JYP texted me.  You still haven’t unblocked him.  He’s worried.”  Chan said as he pulled me away from the table so I wouldn’t help clean.

“Oh yeah!”  I had fallen asleep last night with my phone still trapped.

Taking out my phone I immediately unblocked the number so I wouldn’t forget again.

JYPs reply was almost immediate.  What Chan said must’ve been true.  He had to be worried if he was so quick to reply to me.

“He okay now?”  Chan asked.

I looked up from my phone and realized he had led me to his room.  His scent saturated every corner.  And it was surprisingly clean.  Neat and organized.  I always thought when he wasn’t on live or camera in here it would be a bit messy.  A typical bedroom type of messy.

“So, what are you up to today?”  I asked sitting in his desk chair.

Chan fell back on his bed, bouncing slightly.  “I’m scheduled for a live shortly and I wanna work on some songs, but nothing other than that.”

I smiled evilly.  “I’m so going to watch your live in the other room and troll you so hard!”

“I’ll troll you right back, watch me!”

I scoffed.  “You won’t even know which ones me.”

“I’ll just troll all the trolls then.”

“Good luck with that.”  I nearly ran from the room.  “Guys!  Guys!  Help me troll Chan on his live!”  I shouted, running towards the living room.

“Way ahead of you.”  I.N replied.  He was sitting on the floor in the living room, laptop sat on the seat of the couch.

“I will cancel my live!”  Chan threatened from his room.

“No, you won’t.  You will make STAY sad!”  I pointed out.

“They’ll get over it!”

“This is why you aren’t my bias; you flake!”

“HA!  I’m on to you!  I am your bias don’t lie!”

“You.  Wish.”

“You argue like you’ve been married 30 years.”  Hyunjin said as he joined I.N and me in the living room.

“Backup has arrived!”  Changbin called holding his phone above his head and folding into a chair.

“You’re outnumbered Bang!”  I cackled, giddy.

Despite his threat Chan did go live a short time later.  And I immediately began my trolling session by commenting on several of his more iconic embarrassing quotes and asking him to do those annoying things all fans ask idols that embarrass them.  I even caps locked aggressive compliments and pick up lines.  He was so red and flustered the entire time.  And the others joined in, making him worse.

Truth be told I had not had so much fun in a very long time.  I.N and Changbin matched my troll comment for comment perfectly and I was smiling so hard it hurt.  Sides cramped from laughing.

Before today I had never even dared comment on a live or do anything more than send likes.  Even that made me blush and hide like the person who was live could see me.

As soon as the live ended, Chan came running from his room and tackled me, pinning me and tickling my sides mercilessly until I.N and Changbin managed to free me, pulling me to safety as I gasped for air and Chan grabbed after me.

“You 3 are the worst!”  Chan declared.

“Oh, you loved it!”  Changbin argued cradling my upper half in his arms.  I was still out of breath from the tickle attack.

“Turds.”

I snorted at the weak comeback.

“I’m honestly not sure who is corrupting who here.”  Hyunjin mused from his spot.  He was failing to hide his amusement at our antics.

“I think there is a healthy amount of corrupting all around.”  I mused poking at him with my foot and giggling when he swatted it away.

“You are all equally awful.”  Lee Know shook his head at us, but he couldn’t stop the small smile on his lips.  I stuck my tongue out at him.

“You are all so loud!”  Han complained from his room.  “How is anyone supposed to get any work done?”

I groaned.  “You are on hiatus!  Stop working!”

“Never!”

Shaking my head I relaxed into Changbins arms, looking up at him.  I was trying very hard not to fangirl over any of them holding me or touching me, but damn did my heart race every time.

Momentarily I wondered if I was truly crazy.  Here I was in the position of 10 entire lifetimes.  I had the opportunity to be a part of Stray Kids.  Id practically have saved them if I stayed.

And I would have so many adventures.  See so many places.  Meet so many people.  And do such amazing things!  But only if I gave up everything I currently am.  Everything I worked for nearly all my life for.  It felt like such a huge loss either way.

“You smell sad again.”  Changbin observed.

I shook my head.  “Sorry.  I was in my thoughts.”  I took a deep breath to shake my melancholy.  Then I squinted and poked at Changbins chin.  “You know, this isn’t your best angle.”

Lee Know snorted and Changbin rolled his eyes and dumped me onto the floor unceremoniously.  I squeaked in protest.

“Who looks good at that angle?”

I shrugged.  Chances are there was someone, but I couldn’t say who.

“Speaking of looking good – are you going to do a photoshoot with us?”  I.N asked.

“Sure, if you want.  I have enough gear to get decent photos.  Nothing like your normal photos, of course.  I’m not as professional as the photographers you usually deal with.”  I answered as I crawled my way onto the couch next to Hyunjin.

And that’s how I spent the next several hours taking various photos of every Omega but Seungmin.

Seungmin had refused to leave his room unless he had to – claiming he was too busy to socialize.

But the rest of us had a blast.  Taking photos, solo and group, in nearly every room of the house.  They even changed outfits several times.  It had been a while since I had had so much fun doing my job.  I loved my job and enjoyed it, this just emphasized how much I truly loved being behind a camera.

It also emphasized exactly how much I’d be giving up if I stayed.

That night, after dinner, I hooked up my laptop to the TV and the 7 Omegas gathered to watch me edit their chosen photos.  Then they each posted the photos on their accounts.  I made sure to heart each post.

“Which ones your account?”  Felix asked showing me his phone so I could point my account out.

“It’s this one.”  I clicked the profile.  “Yah_its_y/n.  But you can’t follow me.  Everyone can see who you follow.”

“We won’t.  We just wanna stalk your page.”  Felix promised.  I rolled my eyes.  It was only fair though since I regularly stalked theirs.

My profile was boring anyway.  There weren’t even a lot of selfies.  It was mostly my photography and videography.

While they went through my profile I caught up on news and updates on Stray Kids.  I was several days behind on the gossip and fan made edits.

There were no posts on the new pictures they posted.  But they were just posted, give STAY 5 minutes to gush over them, edit them, then repost them.  It would be fun to see the edits they made to my photos.  I’m looking forward to seeing all the cool versions they come up with.

I was also checking to make sure my existence hadn’t been discovered.  There was the ever-ticking countdown for when Stray Kids either had to be bonded or dissolve forever.

I stared at the countdown for several minutes, not really seeing the numbers.  Instead, I was imagining a life with no new Stray Kids songs or content.  No more watching these 8 amazing people grow and make the world a brighter, better place.

How different my daily life would be without them.  Sure, there would be fanfictions and edits of old content for a while, but that would eventually peter out.  People – fans – would mourn and heal before moving on to the next group.  Just like with the groups this happened to before.  It was a never-ending saga.

I must have been giving off sad chemo signals again because Felix crawled into my lap and nuzzled under my chin, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Signing I started to run my fingers through his hair.  “Sorry.  In my thoughts again.”

“So not happy thoughts, then.”  Chan stated with a twist of his lips.

I shrugged a shoulder.  “Not every thought can be happy.”

On day 4 we played board games.  Monopoly got a little crazy.  Lee Know ended up owning most of the board and the money.  Then he became a mob boss/loan shark when we landed on his property.  That man did not play when it came time to collect either.

Chan had to finally call the game before we killed each other.  Tempers got a little heated.  Monopoly is a dangerous game.

Everyone ignored the fact that Seungmin yet again spent the day in his room.

I was a little confused on why JYP or Chan hadn’t tried to talk me into staying and bonding Stray Kids.  I expected some sort of campaign or negotiations, but besides texting to check in, JYP was quiet and absent.  And Chan avoided mentioning anything beyond tomorrow.

Yes.  Tomorrow afternoon Chan would escort me back to the airport.  I had already taken my suppressant with dinner so I would be safe from exposure by tomorrow afternoon for the flight.

The room filled with sadness at the subtle reminder, but no one brought it up.

That night, as everyone was asleep, I was woken up when someone crawled into the bed with me and wrapped themselves around my sleep soft body, hiding their face in my neck.

Hot steel and fresh water filled my nose, confusing me.  Freeing an arm I cautiously rubbed at Sungmin’s back.  He trembled slightly and something warm and wet hit my neck.

“Seungmin?”  I asked, worried.  Maybe I should get Chan.  Did Seungmin sleepwalk?  Can you cry when you sleepwalk?

He gasped out a soft sob.  “Please.  Please don’t go.  Don’t leave us.”  He begged.

I didn’t respond.  I didn’t need to.  We both knew I had to leave.  Instead, I held him tightly and soothed a hand up and down his back as he cried silently.

The next morning, as I packed and said goodbye, there wasn’t a single dry eye.  Even Lee Know had to leave the room several times only to come back looking suspiciously puffy around the eyes.

And I sobbed the entire time, heart breaking for so many reasons.

But this was the best decision for me.  For my future.  My life.  This pain would fade eventually.  To a dull ache I would grow accustomed to and live with.

And so, with one final tear-filled wave to JYP and Chan, I boarded my plane and flew home.  Back to my normal life I worked so hard for.

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[natsgrave]

YOU FORGOT YOUR CLOTHES | scarlett johansson

i'm so chill, but you make me jealous, but i got your heart skippin'. you know i'm not a bad girl but i do bad things with you. Professor!Scarlett x Student!Reader, legal age gap. ( v short one. ) i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime! masterlist whispers of heartache m.list

Y/N'S POV

Me and Scarlett are secretly in a arrange marriage and we managed to keep it hidden from everyone.

It was no surprise that she felt nothing towards me but the cold treatment still hurts me sometimes, because this is not what I dreamt of and expect when I entered the married life.

You might say that I'm stupid but I fell in love with her already, it sucks but what can I do? Being married to her and living under the same roof for over 2 years, it's not impossible anymore.

To my surprise, I woke up first before her. Normally, when I open my eyes, she's already out of bed but not this time.

We might be in a arrange marriage and we— she maybe don't feel any love for me, but we still agreed to sleep on the same bed just like what married couples do.

I carefully climb out of bed and do my routine before heading downstairs and make breakfast.

Halfway through my cooking, I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Goodmorning, Y/N." She greeted with her morning raspy voice. "Goodmorning." I replied.

"How come you're awake already?" Scarlett asked. "This is what time I usually woke up, you're just really much of an early bird." I said putting the last pancake on the plate before putting it on the table.

"Hmm, you can cook." She said, stating the obvious.

"I do."

We start eating in silence, it wasn't uncomfortable anymore since it was everyday.

We eventually finish eating without much talking and just minding our own business. She took a shower in our room while I use the shower in our guest room. Once I'm done, I change into appropriate clothing, and head downstairs with my things I need.

"I'll see you at school." Scarlett said once she saw me walking down. "Sure." I shortly replied as she walked out of the door.

I made myself a food for lunch and made sure to check my things before leaving the house making sure to lock the door and walked towards the cab. ___

The drive wasn't really that long and before I even notice, the car stopped in front of my school.

I gave the driver my payment before exiting the car and walking directly to my classroom.

When I entered the room, frown instantly forms in my face and my bloods starting to boil.

I saw her flirting with one of the teachers. I know, I shouldn't be feeling like this but I can't stop. I let out a scoff before rolling my eyes and walking towards my seat.

After that seems like forever, the bitc— I mean the teacher finally left and she turned to face us and start her discussion.

I wasn't really paying attention, I don't know what is going on but seeing her flirt just makes me mad. I mean, come on, she's still married to me. I just let out a deep sigh and tried to forget about it, which is failed by the way.

"I want you all to get a partner for your project." I heard her say in a cold tone.

Everyone starts getting their own partners while I still haven't moved an inch when someone coughs beside me.

I look up and saw Gabriel, my suitor, standing there with a smile. For the record, I never entertained him. I'm loyal even though she's not.

"Hey, uhm, would you like to be my partner?" He shyly asked and I was about to say something when we heard a loud bang.

We look forward and there she is, looking at me with stern and cold look, "Sorry, accidentally dropped the book." Professor coldly said and I internally smirk before turning my gaze back to Gabriel. Two can play this game, Johansson.

"Yes, ofcourse! I would love to." I happily replied which made him smile and his face lightened.

Whatever his reply would be got instantly cut off when someone shouted and I know very well who it is.

"Okay! Seems like everyone's have a partner, the deadline will be on Friday and no extensions. That would be all for today, class dismissed." She said and gathered her things, "Oh, and by the way, Y/LN please come to my office after this. You forgot your clothes at my house last night." She casually said with innocent smile on her face while my jaw dropped.

Everyone is in shock too, and I saw her smirk before casually leaving the room like she didn't say anything.

What the fuck?

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Isaac II (Part 9)

After giving birth I was exhausted and fell asleep. A few hours later Isaac appeared in the room accompanied by our children and Lucas and Adam's children. Everyone gasped at the sight of little Andrew, Adam, Jon and Michael. Especially sensitive were Patrick and his boyfriend Isaac, a month away from being due with their pregnancies this welcome has really touched them deeply. They both looked at each other a lot, with the children in their arms, and were teary-eyed with emotion.

After a video call with the rest of the siblings who were at the university, not so with Sandra who showed no signs of life, Isaac and I stayed with dads-to-be Patrick and Isaac Jr.

“How are you guys feeling?”, I asked them.

“We are very tense and nervous. In 5 weeks we are going to go from two to seven. I don't know if we're ready”, Isaac said.

“I'm a nervous wreck. I think seeing my newborn brothers made me aware of what's to come”, Patrick added.

“One is never prepared for childbirth, I tell you from experience, and I've been through six already”, I told them.

“You guys are brave. You could have decided not to go through with this and you're facing it with positivity and a lot of strength, that's what's important”, said my husband Isaac.

“Does it hurt a lot, Dad?” asked Patrick worriedly.

“Very much. I can't tell you in words how much it hurts to give birth. But the experience of being a father is like nothing else”, I myself was crying with emotion as I said these words. “It is something you will remember for a lifetime, and it will be with you forever. I don't know if you will be together forever, but those children inside you will unite you forever. It will change your lives forever. You are about to live a unique experience”, I told them.

The next few days were absolute chaos. Between taking care of the newborn babies, the postpartum pains and the craziness that was going on at home with all the crazy kids with Patrick and Isaac in the final stretch of their pregnancy made those days crazy. We still hadn't heard from Sandra, who we hadn't been able to contact for a few weeks.

“I'm worried about Sandra, will they be okay”, I asked Isaac one night while breastfeeding Jon.

“We have had no news of accidents or disasters from South Africa, nothing to indicate that anything serious has happened to them, hopefully in a few days we will be able to talk to them”, Isaac said. He was basically right, as we had no indication that anything had happened to them.

It took three more days before we heard from Sandra. Cal sent us a message with a picture. “We are fine, don't worry. We have been very busy with little Samba. Meet our son, yes, I said it right, it's a boy. Although we were told it was going to be a girl it is seen that in the family we have a propensity to have boys”.

With the peace of mind of knowing that Sandra, Cal and little Samba were well, I was able to rest completely. A rest that I urgently needed. Almost two weeks after giving birth I had hardly slept, so with the peace of mind of the news I could finally sleep soundly.

But it's not quite quiet in this house. After seven hours of sleep, not enough for what I needed, I was awakened by screams I heard across the hall. I ran out of the room and saw Patrick scared out of his mind and wetting his pants. “Son, tell me you didn't pee your pants”, I said, ‘Dad, I think I'm in labor!’ he stammered.

I put him in the car and we sped off to the hospital. I alerted Isaac to leave the kids with my sister Esther and to come to the hospital. I tried to call Lucas, Adam and his son Isaac, but found no response. A pained Patrick was trying to engage him in conversation as well, but the attempts were fruitless. “Dad, I don't want to give birth if Isaac is not with me, how can he miss the birth of his children?” he would say to me in desperation. “Don't worry, honey, we'll get him. He'll be with you in the delivery room”, I tried to calm him down.

We arrived at the hospital and rushed into the emergency room. There stood Adam and Lucas with the phone in their hands. “Patrick! Thank goodness, Isaac has gone into labor, you have to go in with him, he didn't let us in so you could join him, hurry up”, Adam told him, clearly not noticing that the young man was in full labor as well. “Nurse, his boyfriend is already here, but I think you'll have to take him in on a stretcher, he's in labor too!” said Lucas, who has always been more observant.

Patrick was taken to the delivery room and I stayed with Lucas and Adam. The three of us, and Isaac who arrived 20 minutes later, were taken to a room with two large beds in the wing of the hospital dedicated to new mothers. “Have you ever gotten to give birth in a hospital, Dan?” asked Lucas. “Yes, when I gave birth to Tom and Hugo's triplets, the only time I've ever had a slow enough labor to get to the hospital in time”.

The wait was taking forever. We had been in the room for six hours already and the boys hadn't arrived. “It's normal for first timers”, Dr. Caroline told us at one point as she reached over to reassure us. “They usually go into labor very quickly, but then they have a hard time finishing it. Besides, your children are pregnant with three and two boys, boys of considerable size, are still going to be a long time coming”, I don't know if her visit reassured us or made us even more impatient, but I didn't know what to do.

“I remember when you went into labor with Daniel and Isaac we were out of town and had to race like we were in a race car to get to your house”, Lucas began to tell us. “I don't think we ever told you that day we got caught by 5 traffic radars and got 3 speeding tickets, but it was worth it. I think it's the most beautiful experience of our lives, and we owe it to both of you”, added Adam.

“Have you two thought about having more children after the quadruplets?” asked Adam two hours after sharing anecdotes of his children's pregnancy and delivery. “I'd love to say no, we're not having any more children, but that's what I said after we had the sextuplets and you see us”, I said resignedly. “I do want to have more children,” Isaac stated. “Really, you don't have enough with 16 kids and six grandkids?” hesitated Lucas. “Yes, that's an awful lot of kids, I'm not going to lie, but I think there's nothing I love more than seeing Dan pregnant with my kids. I know it's selfish and this will have to be up to him to decide as the one who would be gestating these children, but yes I would love to be a father again. I grew up in a very small family and saw my classmates who had many siblings and cousins, I wanted that too, but I could never have it. When I found out I was gay I thought my dream would never come true. But as an adult I've gotten a huge family that I love madly thanks to this amazing man who has made my dream come true, so why not keep going while we can”, Isaac acknowledged.

I won't lie if I say I haven't had a good time during my pregnancies, but with our age and all the babies we have around the house, I don't know if I'd want to try to get pregnant. “I don't know if I'd want to try to get pregnant again, although I'd be open to having more children if that's what luck wanted”, I admitted out loud. “And thanks to you for making me live this experience all these times, Isaac, you have discovered a side of my life that I never imagined and that I love deeply”, I gave my husband a little kiss.

Two and a half hours later Isaac and Patrick arrived in the room, both with exhausted faces and without their huge pregnant bellies, although both had flabby bellies that undoubtedly showed the process they had gone through. Patrick was accompanied by two boys, Anton and Ian. Isaac came with Benji, Liam and Zach. The babies were the perfect mix of the two of them.

“Guys, congratulations to both of you on becoming parents. We know life won't be easy for the two of you from now on, so the four of us have been talking and we've bought you a little house near our homes so you'll have your own space to grow your children together”, Adam began. “But there are strings attached”, Isaac added. “You are both hired in our store so that you can earn money and provide for your children, you are responsible for them from now on”, Lucas said. “And, one more condition, we introduce you to your friend the condom -I said taking a condom out of my pocket- use them, you are too young to have more children at this point. Do us a favor and don't give us any more grandchildren until a few years have passed, promise?” I finished.

“Oh please, of course we swear”, Isaac said. “The last thing I would want right now is to go through childbirth again. I love you so much Isaac, honey, but I don't want to go through this pain again, at least for now”, Patrick said holding his boyfriend's hand and laughing.

Go to Part 10

[honeymvnt]

Deadly Nightshade [18+]

Vincent Collateral !femxreader¡

Words count: 3.5k

Warnings: intense smut, edging and more

A/N: Being married to Vincent isn’t always easy, especially because of his job and sometimes he needs to put you back in place…

"Are you alright?" You nodded and murmured a quiet yes through the phone, a lie to be precise, as you looked down at your nails before your eyes could notice how quickly the lights of the city spread down the roads, againts the tall buildings, reflecting on the beach and through the soft clouds.

You parted your lips to say something more but the view was able to take your breath away while yout thoughts kept bouncing between your mind and your heart. You even thought about saying the truth once forever but something was stopping you; fear or embarassment you couldn't tell, maybe both or maybe neither. It was was contradictory even for you and right when you decided to say something a noise behind his phone made you think that it was already time to let him go again, and in fact it was.

"I really have to go hun, sleep tight okay?" Vincent said before you mumbled a simple, dry yes and closed the call.

God how much you hated this. You simply hated it. Before you married him, before you knew about his real job everything was perfect. He was home with you, taking care of you, being with you most of the times as a good husband would do and you were happy; you finally could use this word and mean it. You were happy he was in your life, by your side, supporting you in every choice you made yet things got worse after a while.

You'd wake up in the middle of the night, looking for him next to you but he wasn't there. You'd look around the vast attic you two were living in but he wasn't anywhere to be found. You'd call him several times and his phone was always on the bedside table, ringing through the night.

You'd go back to sleep and cry until your mind was too tired to let you suffer and he was next to you in the morning as if nothing happened and you haven't noticed.

Vincent knew that you'd eventually find out about it or at least question him about it but you didn't for a very long time. And so It happened once, twice... for weeks, before you found the guts to face him about it. You waited for him with tears in your eyes, biting on your nails, roaming through the house, trying to change your mind and ignore it, thinking the worst things you could but never what he confessed.

He had told you what he did, what he was doing and what he had to do to afford what you had, to keep his name clean but especially, keep you safe and obviously you didn't plan to leave him, not for something like this, at least not soon.

You had thought he was cheating on you at first but he immediately explained that his sudden disappearances were exclusively because of his job that was still vague to you, confusing and upsetting to you but in a way or in another you were glad it wasn't what you feared and that he was honest to you since the first day you met him.

Vincent was good to you, unlike how he was to everyone else. He was cold, detached from any kind of sympathy or sensitivity but with you, with you he was himself for who he was.

Whenever he was away, since that day, he'd send you the most precious gifts, to cope with his absence and make you feel loved, somehow. He bought you really expensive clothes, diamonds and pratically all the things that a young lady would dream about but that can never reach even in their deepest thoughts. Yet there you were, receiving flowers and sweets from your husband over and over again like a routine.

It was wonderful, you couldn't complain about it, you wouldn't dare to complain but you didn't care about any of it. All you wanted was to spend time with him again, as you used to do and you wanted him.

Vincent, still aware of how much he risked when he told you his real job, had told you not worry about him and he had severely told you not to call him if you were not in danger and of course you wouldn't have dared to play with it, use it for situations where his help was not needed yet, his constant absence and the amount of things he was giving you to cope with the loneliness made you want to test him, see how far he could go.

And so, one day you took that goddamn phone, scrolled until his contact and presseed it without hesitation. The beeping sound was tickling into your mind and the hesitancy started to kick in when you finally put your thoughts together again.

Hands shaking, regret rising up from your toes when you waited for his voice to break the loud silence that was crawling to you and yes, you were scared of course, scared of what he could've done if he knew that nothing happened, that you were safe and while you submerged yourself in your own thoughts you heard his voice through the phone, more worried than he has ever been before. You swallowed hard, walking down the hallway as you listened.

"Darling what's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?"

You swallowed hard again, both regretting it but wanting to keep going.

"No, you need to come here now" and with this you suddenly closed the call and nervously moved your hands through your hair, trying to come up with an excuse, an explanation, a valid one though to let him know that you just wanted to spend time with him. 

You felt selfish and even embarassed to admit that you would've done everything possible to keep him with you, just a little longer, and the more you thought about it the more you realized how insane you actually sounded and he would've said the same exact words to you if he knew, if he knew. You didn't have much time to think nor to put your thoughts together again and manage to fin an excuse; within a few more minutes, while your body leaned agaist the wall of your bedroom and your hands held the phone against your chest, he shot the door open, holding his gun straight in front of him. Arms tight, muscles tensed as he slowly looked around and you appeared from the corner of the hallway. His gun quickly followed you but moved away when he caught your familiar figure.

Your eyes opened in shock but when he approached you, a shaky sigh of relief made your eyes flutter shut and he hugged you against his chest.

"What happened?" He whispered you while his eyes carefully studied the room again, ready to pull out his gun and shoot if needed.

"What happened darling?" He asked again, stroking your back lovingly before he pulled away to look at you in the eyes and catch that slight doubt that was roaming through your mind since weeks now, if not months.

You could tell he was worried and also in a hurry as he kept repeating the same question over and over again as you could manage to lie all suddenly but you didn't want to distort your thoughts and make him believe that everything was fine when it wasn't, not to him, not for this.

"Nothing" you whispered back looking at his lips and then slowly into his eyes as they quickly narrowed to catch your answer properly.

"Nothing?" Vincent asked again, his tone changing slightly, more urgent this time. "Nothing? What do you mean nothing?" He tilted his head when your eyes left his and moved to the floor besides him, ashamed of what you've done.

"Answer me goddamn it" you froze and blinked in disbelief at his sudden change of approach and your mouth dried when his voice raised against you.

"Nothing happened"

"Then why did you call me?"

Tears formed in your eyes when you felt your heart sink deeper, as if his care was only related to your physical safety.

"Because I want you Vincent, fuck" you moved away from him to ignore how upset he was but his eyes were still penetrating into you even if you weren't looking at him.

"And I'm here, what happened?"

You didn't reply but you knew that Vincent hated your silence, he hated when you didn't communicate clearly and it was getting too frequent now, too repetitive amd irritating for him to bear. His hand grabbed your arm and he quckly spun you around so you had no other choice but look into his eyes with your own filled with tears ready to burst out like never before.

"Answer me"

"No, you are not here. Don't you get it?"

"What do you mean I am not here?" He tilted his head again and tried to reach for you before his lips pressed together, to hold back much more of just that question, but you dramatically moved away again. 

"I am tired of all of this" you shouted back until hefinally grabbed your arm.

"I am tired of you treating me as if I was a doll, a something to protect and surround with this stuff" you continued, taking a step backwards.

"They don't replace you, they don't fucking replace you." You breathed out. "Just show me that you care Vincent, like you used to do. Not by being away like this, all the fucking time."

He didn't reply but his eyes followed your every move.

"Do you even care at all?"

Still no answer as he stood there in front of you. Lips pressed together, jaw clenching and an irresistible sensation of just leaving him there right now as his silence started to get too loud for you.

"You don't even realize what you're saying right now" Vincent said through his teeth as his lips quivered with rage at the way you wre behaving. You knew he was going to say this.

"You don't even realize how much I risked marrying you... how much I risk every day to keep you safe and out of my job" he stared at you dead in the eyes as his words turned into knives, penetrating you with such force that your breath was struggling to come out. You knew he was going to say this too.

"bullshit" you said walking closer to him, your heart pounding like crazy and your finger was pointed against his chest.

"Bullshit?"

"Yes, you don't fucking care Vincent" you knew he did, yet he haven't showed it to you properly in a while and you kept testing him, testing the waters around him to just find the weak point to get him weak again, for you.

"I don't care huh?" He said grabbing the hand your were pointing at him and squeezing it inot his: "I don't care?" His face was now inches away from yours and your breathing fastened in a second when you felt his body against yours.

"You think I don't care?" You looked at him, trying to get rid of his grip before he held your wrist and tightened his hand around it until you almost whined in pain.

"I'll show you how I don't care" he gritted through his teeth again, pressing his lips against yours, forcing the kiss as he held your bodycloser to his and you fought it.

You fought it even though this was what you wanted and he loved when you struggled.

He deepened the kiss and it almost felt like he was taking your soul out of you and he was swallowing it all when you opened your mouth and his tongue fought against yours.

He didn't even look into your eyes before his lips crashed onto yours again and his hand held the back of your head.

His mouth devoured yours before moving down to your jaw and neck while you swallowed all the moans he was capable to drag out of you even when you were this upset to him. Vincent did not stop as you kept trying to get rid of him but he groaned against your skin and pushed your body down the hallway, holding himself on the wall to force you to walk backwards.

"I know you want this" he finally spoke up between a kiss and another as you bit your lips and tried your best to hold yourself back.

"you want me to treat you like I don't care" his hand slide up your throat while his thumb slightly pressed on it, making a chocked moan escape from your mouth.

His body was still pressed against yours when the both of you entered the bedroom and he quickly pushed you down the bed, spreading your legs with a hand, while the other quickly started to undress you.

"you don't even hesitate" he said raising an eyebrow, licking his lips too at the sight of your body on display for him. You looked up at him, fighting the urge to smirk at him for the way he was talking to you, for the way he was turning you on just by looking at you.

As he kept removing every piece of clothing that was covering you, you tried to sit on the bed and touch him but Vincent pushed you back down and held your arms against the mattress. You suddenly felt your body heating up while a cold shiver run down your back until when you felt his knee sliding on the fabric of the sheets and towards your core, pressing slightly against your now, drenched underwear.

He smirked when he saw your body quivering and your fists clenching as he bent down to whisper into your ear, knowing damn well how much you loved it while his knee pressed even harder, making obscene noises escape from your mouth.

"Don't move or you'll regret it" he whispered and his cold hand moved down your chest, between your breasts and down your stomach, going lower and lower as he left kisses against your neck and shoulder. 

God how impossible he was. Impossible to resist when he played with you like this but you really doubted he was playing now. His hand kept traveling lower, towards your underwear as his eyes kept catching every single move you made, every single little tremble and shiver that he was able to make you feel without any effort.

Your breath got stuck in your throat when his fingers started to rub your clit through the fabric and the loud moan you unconsciously let slip from your lips made him stop and tighten his grip on your wrists that were now pinned above your head.

"and you fucking keep it quiet" he said fiercely when his fingers moved your underwear to the side and another smirk spread across his face when they quickly coated with your wetness and smoothly slipped into your core without a warning.

You swallowed a moan as he added another finger and started pumping into you faster and faster. He was edging you, playing with you this torturous game just to make you regret what you had done and said even though you were loving it and so was he.

The more he deepend his fingers the wetter you got and within a few more smooth pumps you felt the knot in your stomach growing bigger, sliding down your pulsating core that was now matching your violent heartbeat and you swore you felt your chest almost breaking by the way your heart was shaking against your lungs, making it impossible for you to keep it quiet.

"please..." you dared to say under your breath but Vincent wasn't planning to let you finish nor to satisfy you as you thought he would.

"don't you dare" you could tell he was hard by now and he was fighting it with his whole life just to keep you on the edge, but with this he was also keeping himself on the edge and it was painful for him to see you so desperate for him and not giving you what you truly wanted since the moment you grabbed that goddamn phone and decided to call him.

"you don't get to come.." he breathed out, curling his fingers into you harder than before "not even if you beg me" his other hand let go of your wrists to hold your throat.

"and after what you've done" he continued, removing his fingers from you when your walls painfully clenched around them "you won't get to come for a while".

Both his hands quickly moved your underwear down your thights and legs, until when he completly slide them off of you. He was panting, eager to fuck you like never before and the ache between your legs grew even more painful when you caught his hands undoing his belt and taking his hard and swollen cock out.

He moaned in relief as he grabbed your hips and moved you to the edge of the bed with one hand around your tight and stroking himself with the other, precum glistening on the red tip as he positioned himself against your entrance, trailing a gasp out of your mouth before you bit down on your lower lip and his hand was beside your face, to hold himself up from the bed.

Without even a warning Vincent pushed his cock all the way in, stretching you out nicely as a loud groan echoed through the room and his hips already moved back and forth, wasting no time to push you to the edge again. 

The sight of him in front of you, fully clothed in his suit, his eyes narrowing and his parted lips were already sending you to the moon and back and as sensitive as you were from the previous denied orgasm you knew it wouldn't have taken you longer before you could feel yourself shaking and panting even more with another one.

"fuck you feel good..."

He pounded into you with no mercy, holding your waist tightly so he could move your body to crash your movements against his.

"so good"

His words were like feathers tickling your mind to let yourself go, to ignore what he had told you and just come desperately but you fought it. This time you didn't want him to stop, you didn't want him to make you sweat and suffer for this but your gasps and muffled noises were turning him on so much that he could've came right there if you kept going.

"you're getting too loud darling" Vincent said bitterly, moving his hand down your stomach again to squeeze you down, "want me to stop it?" a hard thrust made you gasp even louder but you managed to compose yourself and shake your head in response.

"what'd you say?" 

"no... don't stop" you whispered pathetically in response.

"Good 'cause I'm not planning to" the mischievous smile that spread on his gorgeous face made your head spin and your knees shake while his movements became even more frenatic and almost sloppy. 

"hold it back" he moaned when he felt your wet and tight walls clentching around him and your eyes squeezed just like your lungs, in the hope that you could actually manage to hold it back as he demanded but he was as close as you were and frankly you both needed this.

His breathing fastened to meet the rhythm of his pace as his cock throbbed and twitched inside of you while he truly tried his best to hold it back with you but the more he looked at you and those eyes of yours that were begging him without saying a word the more he couldn't resist it.

"fuck... don't cum" and your eyes almost rolled back but his hand quickly reached for your neck, missing your stare on him already and forced you to keep them open. You whimpered in despair as your hand hold onto his wrist and arm for dear life; your nails, digging into his skin and his hand tighthening around your throat was all he needed to let himself go and fuck you even harder, hitting your deepest spots and making tears roll down your burning cheeks.

"please" you cried out squeezing his wrist but he shook his head and clenched his jaw, pushing into you faster, slamming his skin against yours as you finally screamed his name and Vincent coated your walls and quickly pulled away, making his cum drip on your stomach too.

Your walls painfully clenched around air, looking for more friction but all he did was looking at you, enjoying the desperation spreading across your face before he cleaned you up with his fingers and brought them to your lips.

"you wanted me to treat you like I don't care..." he whispered calmly as you licked his fingers with your tongue but you mind was dizzy and your heart was still pounding and following the pace of his thrusts even if he had moved away.

"now, I have to go" you pressed your lips together and watched him in disbelief as he raised his trousers again and fixed his grey hair a little.

"but you will wait for me and..." he turned around to face you again, a playful smirk glowing on his face made you almost want to grab him again and force him to stay with you but you fought yourself and listened to his soothing voice.

"if you behave...maybe I'll give you something more"

and with this he left the house again, leaving you shaking in anticipation and eager for his return.

— for ml @dxddycruise I hope you liked it🎀

[zmb1eslut]

Never healing wounds.

convinced myself I was alone.

word count: 535

warnings: animal violence, threats.

a/n: Luke Castellan's POV. First draft.

Another night without an ounce of sleep, because the summer air costumes itself as the warmth of Thalia's fingers wrapped around my arm when we hid together. And I can't both breathe and drawn on the shame. I was not enough to save her.

I draw the bow I borrowed, using the moonlight as a guide.

The best swordman in the last 300 hundred years. Yeah, get the last one for me and I'll show him why I'm tired of his fucking shadow. Distracting myself with just a dumb title to forget why I even pretend to care. She left it all for me. Us. And Annabeth is still here, and new children come every year. Everyone needs this guy. He's so much fucking fun. Worth dying over, apparently.

So die.

I shot without a warn and didnt move until the bird smashed itself on the ground. And as it's blood drained onto the dirt mine started flowing through my veins like it hadn't for a long time. I felt like myself again, just a moment. When survival meant killing, in a way, every day. To eat, to breathe, regret.

I kill myself everyday for them to live. Watch me care.

And watching me she was. I wasn't sure if I wanted to bother with awknowledgment or explanations. She was kinda nuts on her own way but never spoke out of place. Maybe she would just go back to cabin eleven, twirl her hair for another edgy prick's attention and leave me alone this once.

I hoped.

And I was wrong for doing so.

"Why?" She asked, seating nearby on the floor.

It almost made me laugh. She had a way of sucking with words that made me wonder if maybe it was me who didn't tuned in correctly. Always lacking some fundamental sense. She made me feel like I was going mad. And for cringy it felt to think, just her presence made me wanna punch a wall, a sweet way to say, strangle the voice out of her throat until the lack of air turned off the last of her half-assed idiotic thoughts forever.

"Why what?" I asked prepping for the next blow.

"Why not just use your hands?"

'It doesn't scratch me right' was my first thought. Did it even make sense? Was it even true? It was a weird question to make so I shouldn't worry that much anout a good answer. Still I did, I kept trying to aim as an excuse to not speak yet. And eventually I had no running away. "It would feel inhuman." I admitted, maybe to myself before shooting the nest.

"You aren't one." She said, and when I turned to look at her over my shoulder, she was fixed on the broken eggs like I was a moment ago. I wasn't human she said, and somehow I was many people's favorite.

"I'm at least a half." Was my first clever retort as I tried to not let her words dig too deep in my thoughts.

"So, less than one."

"I'm never 'less than'" And silence.

My night was already spoiled so I went to retrieve the arrows, put it all back on it's place, run away, hide under my sheets and never truly sleep. To wake up tomorrow and held a funeral for the bird on the floor after some camper reaches for me with teary eyes. Bury it deeply with the guilt and shame, wash it from my hands in front of everyone, and be a hero like every other day.

"Can I shoot?" She stopped me.

"I'll rather have someone teach you on daylight" Literally anyone at any point that isn't me and isn't now.

"But if I wait I'll get no chance of it being you will I?" At least she didn't played dumb. I had to sigh either way though. Was she so bad at getting cues. Yes. It won't ever be me If I have a choice, still I smiled, I wasn't a stone.

"Not my grounds, no."

"Then just guide me like they do in romances."

"Why exactly?"

"It'll make me feel alive."

[hollowhearts-and-espresso]

on an outsiders kick so heres the main gang as things me and my friends have said

Soda: Your wish is my command. Be gay forever

Steve: I'm still straight but I'd fuck you now

Soda: Not that gay

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Darry: I dont really like you. Why are you always hanging around?

Dally: I ask myself the same thing every single day

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Pony: I know we're supposed to be saying embarrassing things about ourselves but before we talk about me i'm really upset Two-Bit didnt mention the fact that he was in love with thomas the train

Two-Bit: i watched ONE episode when i was FIVE go fuck yourself

Pony: You have a shrine by your bed

Two-Bit: irrelevant

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Johnny: I'm not really scared of anything, no

Johnny: but cats freak me out. and so do dogs, sometimes, but mainly cats. and especially ducks. oh, and needles, and doctors in general. also loud noises, sharp objects near me, any sort of projectile, and stoves. but like, thats not that many things

Dally: I understand so much about you now

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Pony: I'm going to write a novel and all of you are gonna have characters based off you. Any questions about it?

Two-Bit: Am I hot?

Pony: No. Next question

Darry: Am I going to regret reading this?

Pony: For sure. Next.

Johnny: Please dont make me a crybaby

Pony: You shouldnt read this. Next

Steve: Can me and Soda date?

Pony: You already are. Next

Soda: Can me and Steve not date?

Pony: Too late. You know you love him. Next

Dally: You're going to make my character really deep, arent you?

Pony: Possibly. Havent decided yet. Anything else?

Johnny: Is Dally as hot in the book as he really is?

Pony: I'll no longer be taking questions because I'm extremely uncomfortable, but on second thought, you might really like this book

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Two-Bit, upon walking in on Steve and Soda cuddling: I leave for FIVE minutes and i'm left out of fucking everything. all the fucking time. i hate everyone in this house

Steve: Do you want to lay with us?

Soda: Yeah, come lay with us

Two-Bit, practically dropping himself on them: I'm still mad at you

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Dally: For some reason Ponyboy is really obsessed with the idea of me being really soft inside and just not showing it so I dont get hurt. I think he wants me to be narrative foils with our other friend too

Dally: How do i tell him i'd change the narrative doom him if i could and feel no remorse without crushing that hope in him

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Pony: I like to think its a secret but me and everyone around me knows im writing a slowburn, hes only soft to him trope, slight enemies to lovers fanfiction about Johnny and Dally in my head

Dally: the term fanfiction implies i have fans

Johnny: i'm a fan of you

Pony, whispering: they practically write it themselves

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Dally: Here, i stole this. dont ask questions, just take it

Darry, taking the sleeping pigeon that Dally just handed him with a mildly horrified expression: where did you get this?

Dally: i told you i'd bring back souvenirs from my field trip. no more questions

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Johnny: Not many people like me.

Johnny: its probably because im kind of a pussy, but i like to tell myself its because i'm annoying because at least then im not calling myself a pussy

Dally: Wait, wait. Who doesnt like you?

Johnny: Huh? Why does it matter?

Dally: No reason. Just, like, give me an example

Pony, in the kitchen and hears all of this: *puts the knives in the cabinet where Dally wont look for them* I dont really want to have to bail anyone out again

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Soda, to Darry: I think Steve is kind of in love with me, but I really dont want to have to break it to him that I dont feel the same

Steve, with Soda in his lap: *stops playing with Sodas hair* What?

Soda: Nothing, baby, you're fine

Darry: I will never understand you

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yes, one of my friends did bring a live pigeon back from a field trip. it slept a lot, and we'd hold him all the time while he slept and he'd stay asleep when we passed him around because we had to move. i hope he wasnt sick and is doing okay

[femmmie]

OMG OMG SO, first of all: Hi! Love your writting! Second of all, I would love to see more single dad Ian pleaseee pleasee!! Something sweet and a lot of flufff, and if you could make it like, grumpy and scary outside, cute and hopelessy in love with his kid inside the house could be the best thing.

I'm so happy you enjoy my writing, it means so much! Thank you for this cute prompt, I'm doing my best to make it to your liking ~💖

Swift

genre: angst, fluff

topics: single parent, reconnection w best friend

words: 1.557

Ian hid it well - the bags under his eyes, the general closed off-ness, people blamed it on Anthony leaving and Defy collapsing. The truth was, Ian was very happy with his life. Although it was very much split in two: his work life and his family life. Ian had a kid: he was a father. A single dad even.

Yes, a short-lived fling with a Hollywood-heiress had resulted in a pregnancy, no, she didn't want the kid and yes, he had begged her to keep it, he would take good care of it he promised. And when she personally 'delivered' the baby to his doorstep, she broke his heart and made him the happiest man alive, all at once.

Little Swift (Ian didn't get to choose the name) had quite the attitude as a baby, always hungry, throw-uppy and poopy at the same time, driving Ian up the wall sometimes. But when he saw his baby sleep, he melted all over again, remembering how he loved his little son.

At the office he maintained a distance, he didn't want to tell them, he had this one thing going for him, and it felt sacred. Not that there was anyone he would want to talk to anyway. Not that they weren't 'nice', because they were. And they worked hard. And they put their all into Smosh, making it survive it's toughest times yet. Ian was grateful to them. But he couldn't get close to them. His closest connection was m.i.a. and would probably never come back.

Ian did want to tell Anthony. To share with him his most joyful of feelings. But he didn't want Anthony to visit him because he 'had to'. Maybe that backfired because any time his former best friend did reach out, Ian would react robotically, not knowing how to respond better anyway.

Years passed.

"Daddy!" Swift was already four years old and a little menace, and a little angel at the same time. "Another story!"

"Alright," Ian sighed. "Which one do you want to hear now?"

"The one about the unicorn."

"Okay." Ian picked a colorful book. They sat in Swift's room, already way past his bedtime but he wouldn't let his dad leave. Probably because he knew it was shooting week tomorrow and he'd have to say with his grandma.

"The little unicorn galloped over the rainbow," Ian began. "It knew it would see its friends on the other side. There they were! Little rabbit, little fox and little baby dragon. What do you want to do today? Play play play! And that they did, and that they did."

"Another story!"

"Swift, you really have to sleep now."

"Please?"

Ian could never resist for long.

"Alright. But it's a story I invented myself. Wanna hear it?"

"Can it be about a unicorn, and a fox, and a-"

"No, this is a story about two best friends."

"Oh, okay."

Ian lay down on the ground next to his son's bed. His arms behind his head.

"Once upon a time, two guys met each other and they knew they would be best friends for the rest of their lives."

"Did they love each other?"

"Yeah, I guess they did. They had so much fun together, and everyone liked their games. But because it got so crowded, the best friends couldn't find each other anymore."

Ian gouged whether Swift was asleep yet. But his eyes were wide open.

"So they each made new friends and didn't talk or play with each other, but you know what, Swift? That didn't matter. Because when you have a best friend, that's forever. And they both knew that if they would find each other again, they'd just continue where they left off where they were, when they last saw each other."

"I don't like this story, tell another one."

"No Swift, you really have to sleep." Ian sat up and wanted to leave. But Swift jumped out of his bed - to Ian's distress - and clung to his leg.

"Stay."

Ian couldn't say no to that. He got a few blankets and lay down on the ground in his son's room. He quickly dozed off, even though it was only 8 p.m.

~

Ian and Anthony looked at each other. This first time hanging out since.. 5 years? Felt a bit awkward but, also nice. Their friends kept to themselves a bit, so they had a chance to talk semi-privately. Ian had made sure to wear his least crappy jeans and a classic light blue Charlie the drunk guinea pig t-shirt. Anthony wore all black, plus some necklaces, bracelets and rings. He had gotten tattoos and looked so overwhelmingly cool, Ian had kind of forgotten how beautiful his friend was.

"So, how's your life?"

"I'm good! Thank you. Haha yeah, I have a cute girlfriend, the channel's going well.. I have a dog, oh! You would love him."

"Oh, really? That's so nice man."

"Yeah, haha. Umm, I'm so glad to talk to you. How are you? How are you, Smosh is going strong as always of course, like I've been keeping up! But how are you otherwise?"

"Uhh, oh, that's great man. I'm good, thanks."

"Ian.. please, after all this time, let's talk, please. Don't still shut me out?"

It was so difficult for Ian to do this 'talk about your feelings' stuff. But he felt like he had to. So, forcing himself, he looked Anthony directly in his eyes. And he was taken aback, seeing the earnestness there, the longing for connection, genuine openness that hadn't been there before.

"No, sorry. I want to let you in."

"I would like that," Anthony said. He looked at Ian with a hunger. Like he wanted to breathe in his best friend, as the fresh smell of grass and flowers, after having stayed inside for years.

Ian broke eye contact, but said: "Come over this Saturday. It's will be really special to me if you come over.."

"Okay! Yeah totally, I'll be there! I'm so glad we met again today, Ian. I'm so down to hang out." Anthony smiled apologetically. Like he wanted to say so much more. Ian went in for a hug. Anthony held him tightly for a moment. "See you soon, buddy."

~

Saturday morning.

"Swift, come here please?"

"Yes dad!"

"Do you remember the story of the two best friends?"

Swift nodded.

"Well, my best friend is coming over today. It's pretty special! We're going to say hi to him for the first time!"

"What's his name?"

"Anthony."

"Okay! Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I draw?"

"Sure you can, go to the table, the drawing stuff is still on there."

Ian paced up and down his apartment. How would Anthony react? Would they really reconnect again? He didn't have time to collect any courage because the doorbell rang.

"Dad!! Your best friend is here!"

"Yes! I'll answer the door."

Ian opened the door.

"Anthony, before you go in.. I have to tell you something. I, well, I have a son."

Anthony's eyebrows shot up underneath his curls. "You have a... son?"

"Yeah, his name is Swift, he's 4 years old. There's no mom in the picture though."

Anthony looked at Ian with wide eyes. Eyes that started to water. "Dude... congratulations..." His voice trailed away. He went in to hug Ian again. He whispered: "Ian, I'm so sorry, I should have been here for you.."

"Daddy, my drawing is finished. Can I give it to your best friend?"

"Sure, here he is," Ian said, breaking up the hug. Anthony seemed like he didn't want to let go at all. They turned to Swift and looked at the drawing. It was colorful scribbles.

"Wow, is this for me?"

Swift nodded with a smile.

"Thank you so much, Swift. I'm so happy to meet you. My name is Anthony."

"Yes, you're dad's best friend. I'm happy you have found him again."

Anthony laughed, but tears fell down.

"Want some tea or something? A beer maybe?"

"Water is fine.."

Swift was staring at Anthony. It made Anthony feel awkward and like he had to act entertaining.

"So, what's your favorite color?" He figured a kid would like that kind of question. To his relief, he was right.

"I like blue, but I also like indigo, Bobby likes green but I don't like green."

"Oh, I see. I like black."

"Did you paint black on yourself?"

"Oh, haha, well, these are tattoos."

Swift picked up some markers and started to draw on his own hand.

"Oh, Swift I don't know if your dad will approve of that.."

"Shall I draw on your hand?"

"Uhh, okay."

Swift started to draw on Anthony's tatooed hands. Ian walked back into the room and smiled at the situation.

"Good way to redirect his chaotic tendencies."

"Thanks, man. Your son, he's incredible. Such a good kid."

"Anthony?"

Ian looked earnestly at his best friend.

"Will you come over more often? We can just hang out. Doesn't have to be about work at all. I even prefer that. We can do fun things with Swift, go to the park, and you can be my wingman to score some m-i-l-f-s."

"Ohh yeah, totally," Anthony said, still recovering from the shock of knowing his best friend was a dad.

"Ian, I... this is amazing. I'm so grateful and thankful, that you trust me and let me meet this really special young man."

Swift was still drawing.

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♣ + spideydevil :)

[ ◉¯] ✧˖° → @blindbastard + send me ♣ + a ship and i’ll tell you…

✧˖° → WHO IS THE BETTER DANCER? Everyone knows Peter can't dance. It's just common knowledge, sure he will say that he can and he will give it his best WHITE GUY go of it but like at the end of the day if there is to be a better dancer it isn't Peter.

✧˖° → WHO LIKES THE OUTDOORS MORE AND WHO LIKES THE INDOORS MORE? See the thing is they are both new york boys, and like I would argue that they both like being outside in their city a fair and maybe equal amount, maybe Peter a little more than Matt if that's not exactly his full thing.

Now if we are talking full on camping/hiking/fishing/sports that sort of thing? See that's hard to say. Peter is very much a city boy he had no interest in any of that ans is very much an indoor boy.

✧˖° → WHO'S A CAT PERSON AND WHO'S A DOG PERSON? I feel like they are both definitely CAT BOYS, because like I mean... look at them. So clearly what I am hearing is that they need to adopt a kitten together.

✧˖° → WHO'S MORE SOCIAL? Mhmmm going off what I know of Matt (and I could be wrong so tell me if I am!) I would imagine that Peter is the more social one of the two of them. Peter loves making friends and is all about community when he isn't in a depression spiral.

✧˖° → WHO MAKES THE BED EVERY MORNING? Matt would have to do a whole lot of SWEET TALKING if he wants Peter to make any bed, he thinks it's the silliest thing in the world... buuuut sometimes you can convince him to do it.

✧˖° → WHO LIKES TO KEEP THE HOUSE COLD AND WHO LIKES TO KEEP THE HOUSE WARM? Peter struggles with temperature regulation to the point that it can even effect his mood, so he tries to keep it at a really comfortable temp a little chilly but not too chilly. He is occasionally a time to put up with Matt.

✧˖° → WHO TAKES LONGER GETTING READY? See the thing is they are both heroes and needing to be able to get in and out of costumes and lightening speed but Peter is also full of ADHD so when he isn't trying to race off to fight crime or avoid getting caught in his costume it takes him forever to get out the door and he is often late to pretty much everything even when it isn't because of superheroing.

✧˖° → WHO LIKES SCARY MOVIES AND WHO LIKES FUNNY ONES?

Okay so here is the thing. Peter is just an all around movies person. He loves pretty much any genre of film too. He loves the adrenaline rush from a really good scary movie. (Or the giggle of all the outrageously bad ones.) He loves romances and comedies and dramas that make him cry. So it would all depend on if Matt happens to have a favorite genre that he prefers.

✧˖° → WHO SCREAMS WHEN THEY SEE A BUG AND WHO IS KILLING IT?

I mean... one of them kinda IS a bug. (yes we know that spiders are not bugs but shhhhhh) So I can't really imagine either one of them are the type to really scream about a bug in the house, and Peter tends to live a pretty big 'capture & release' policy for pretty much all living creatures.

✧˖° → WHO IS THE MORE TECHNOLOGY CHALLENGED?

See.. here is the thing, I would argue it's technically Matt, but only because Peter is a genius who literally builds his own web shooters and gear more often than he doesn't.

✧˖° → WHO WOULD BE MORE LIKELY TO BURN SOMETHING IN THE OVEN?

Have you met Peter B. Parker? Obviously it's him.

✧˖° → WHO TALKS IN THEIR SLEEP?

I would make an argument for either one of them, they both have a lot of unresolved trauma and need therapy. Nightmares happen. But I feel like they both have cute ways to help comfort the other when it happens.

✧˖° → WHO LEAVES THE CAP OFF THE TOOTHPASTE?

Peter is the living embodiment of ADHD most days. It's obviously him, but it's never done on purpose, he is just... forgetful.

✧˖° → WHO LIKES GETTING DRESSED UP MORE?

I would say... Matt? I don't know if I would say he LIKES it, but he is a lawyer and there is so much suit wearing happening on a daily basis, as to where Peter would like to actively avoid suits at all cost.

✧˖° → WHO'S BETTER AT TYING TIES?

Matt. He does tie one every day after all, but Peter is desperately trying to learn to do it better so he can do it for Matt in the morning. ( I have a million and one headcanons about how helping your partner get dressed in the morning or for bed and having established domestic routines like that is just Peter's jam.)

✧˖° → WHO RECORDED THE ANSWERING MESSAGE ON THE HOUSE PHONE?

It's both of them, because if Matt isn't involved the message is absolutely going to be the most ridiculous thing anyone has ever heard. Peter can't do anything at a CHILL level.

✧˖° → WHO'S BETTER AT PLANNING ROMANTIC THINGS?

I would say... Peter. He is a hopeless romantic, and when he tries? Oooo that boy can be so smooth. (In an awkward dorky kind of way.) He loves, love. He loves being in love? and he loves Matt. This isin't to say he doesn't mess up, because we all know that he does. He misses important dates, and he is always late, but I think because both of them are superheros they would find this lovely little balance that could be so cute and sweet? Thing of the patrolling dates!

✧˖° → WHO TAKES UP MORE SPACE IN THE CLOSET?

Peter. He has a lot nerdy shirts. Don't judge him.

✧˖° → WHO HAS MORE OF A SWEET TOOTH?

Peter. Peter has such a fucking sweet tooth that sometimes you really should be treating him like a child.

✧˖° → WHO DRINKS MORE OFTEN?

It's hard to say, I wouldn't really classify either of them as really drinkers persay... but I do know that Peter is way more of a stoner and prefers a high to a drunk any day.

✧˖° → WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO LAUGH DURING A SERIOUS SITUATION?

Again I say, have you met Peter Benjamin Parker? He finds ways to make jokes in literally EVERY situation. It's what he does.

[halfamask]

Ok final Mokuba + Serenity for today bc now I’m thinking about him coming over to the Wheeler’s. I’m headcannoning that Joey and Serenity just have an apartment together once he gets a job and she just lives with him while she does school

Mokuba does Not go to Serenity’s for school stuff it’s just that one day Joey tells her he’s having Yugi, Tea, and Tristan over in the evening and she asks if she can invite Mokuba and for a second he’s like “a Kaiba?? In MY home??” But she’s his sis and Mokuba’s chiller than Seto so he says yes.

So Mokuba randomly gets a text mid-afternoon inviting him over and he lowkey freaks out bc he’s Mokuba Kaiba and he’s never actually been invited to a friend’s place before and what does he do what does he wear and should he bring anything?

He settles on an outfit that she picked for him at the mall once and has their chef pack up pastries to bring over as a host gift bc he is a nice, polite, well mannered boy and Seto raised him Right. And even if his brother has a blind spot of rage for Joey Wheeler, Mokuba does not.

He goes over kinda nervous because he’s never really socially met anyone there except Serenity but Yugi’s the one who opens the door and he’s so earnestly happy to see him that Mokuba feels at ease immediately. If Tristan and Joey were wary at first it’s gone by the time they spot and eat the pastries (the Kaiba’s pastry chef is very good) and Tea never disliked him so she includes him immediately too.

They all just basically play games and Mokuba discovers the world beyond Duel Monsters. He gets really into Just Dance with Serenity and Tea and Joey and Tristan put him onto FIFA (of course they’re fifa bros). They teach him to play Smash and he loses awfully to Serenity playing Kirby (she’s absolutely a Kirby or Princess Peach player) Mokuba changes characters every round before eventually settling on Link. He loses Smash to everyone except Tea who’s admittedly not very good at it.

The night is mostly video games and sodas and pizza delivery and he’s just so happy because he never really envisioned being part of something like this you know? And he thinks he could spend forever on this couch, holding Serenity’s Kuriboh plushie in his lap and laughing with her as Tristan and Joey yell at each other about their Smash game.

He is, however, very much like thirteen or fourteen years old and has had more excitement and sugar in a day than he knows what to do with and eventually crashes on the Wheeler’s couch. Yugi’s planning on sleeping over but by the time Tristan and Tea leave, Serenity’s also conked out on an armchair which leaves Joey in the unfortunate position of having to call Seto on her phone to pick his kid brother up.

Which leads to this wonderful exchange:

Seto, respectfully and amicably: Hello, Serenity?

Joey: no it’s me

Seto, audibly less respectfully and amicably: What do you want, Wheeler

Joey: come get ur kid he’s passed out on my couch cuddling my I mean my sister’s Kuriboh plushie

Seto: damnit fine *hangs up before he can get the address but he’s tracking Mokuba’s location anyway so whatever*

Seto has to stop himself from making barbs about Joey and Serenity’s relatively small apartment (yk, compared to his mansion) mostly because he doesn’t want Serenity to hear. Atem has found some reason to take over Yugi’s body while Joey and Seto wake up their respective siblings.

Serenity and Mokuba are fully leaning all their weight on their big brothers as they all walk to the front door to see Seto and Mokuba out. Mokuba’s really cheerful as he thanks Serenity and Joey for the invite and Seto’s not so subtly eye fucking I mean glaring at Atem and making barbs about how he must’ve been too scared to duel if he spent this whole time playing stupid children’s games on the console (my dear seto duel monsters is also a children’s game but it’s ok I love you still)

But really despite all the barbs at Joey at the end of the day they’re just two dudes rapidly losing the ability to drag their ever growing little siblings’ full weight. And Serenity is sleepily saying bye and trying her hardest to lift her head from Joey’s shoulder and Mokuba has a tired smile on his face as he gets his shoes on and makes no pretense about falling right back asleep on Seto once they’re in the car. And at the end of the day, isn’t this all they’ve ever wanted?

(Also it’s cute to think about Mokuba “kidnapped every other season” Kaiba trusting people other than his brother enough to fall asleep around)

[bad-danganronpa-ocs]

I have decided to give you My Ocs for you to look at. (BE HONEST!!!)

KEITH ROGERS.

Full name: Keith Rogers

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 17

Nationality: American

Sexuality: Pansexual

Ultimate Talent: ULTIMATE SUPPORTER

Personality:

He is a Kind and supportive person who cares for everyone and tries to help out Anyone who needs it, But he isn’t stupid and is pretty smart and can tell when people are trying to manipulate him.

Keith is also pretty distrusting of some Doctors due to his trauma in the past. (But that doesn’t stop him from getting help from others.)

(I hope I wrote it the best I could)

Appearance:

He Looks somewhat like Hajime Hinata but with glasses. (And without the ahoge)

(I know that feels generic and I agree.)

Backstory:

(Note - I hope I wrote this well, This is the first time creating a full backstory written wise due to how many notes I’ve created for him.)

Keith Rogers is born to a normal family around the early 2000s (Probably 2003.)

Keith was a normal kid who wanted to do good things and leave his mark on the world, Even at a early age he was a fan of movies and pop culture and stuff like that and that give him the urge to want to create books that could change the world and change peoples perspectives on it.

But this would be taken away from him due to him being put into a mental hospital that was because of a doctors misdiagnosis and stuff like that.

Keith would be in that Mental hospital and would be put though HELL!!! From Electro shock therapy to untested medication that made Keith sick weeks on end which almost Killed him.

Keith isn’t alone though…as he would make some friends with some of the child Patients who also had there own issues. (I didn’t create characters for them but I would make them in the future cause I’m still improving on my writings.)

Keith would stay in that mental asylum until one faithful Stormy night…

…Keith was in his bed and was trying to sleep though the night and decided to get a glass of water from the Hospitals cafeteria (I haven’t been to one so I don’t know where it would actually be.)

But when he was going back to his room…He saw there was dead bodies everywhere!!! Some were Hanged some were stabbed and some had there wrists Slit and there was alot of blood.

Keith didn’t know what happened…But that image stayed in his mind as he ran back to his room and was going to open the door when he saw one of the older teen patients he knew was holding a knife and was looking crazy…

“The Medication made me do this Keith…It made us go MAD…Your next Keith…Your next…YourNextYourNextYourNextYourNext…”

Keith then freaked out and ran out the window and into the stormy rainy outside…Keith had escape his nightmare…

Keith would then escape and went into hiding for a few years and the police never found him!

(Note - Keith Could have been hallucinating due to the untested medicine and the patient with the knife wasn’t really there! Or the Guy was really there and he Killed some of the patients. What was true though is that the other patients killed themselves probably due to the medication or other reasons.)

(I’m just clarifying some stuff if you need some extra notes.)

 Meanwhile the mental hospital would be shut down and the rest of the living patients would be given real medical help because of the untested medication probably hurt them really bad.

Years later…Keith would be put into the 93rd Killing game created by Team Danganronpa in 2020 and it would change the world forever…

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I hope you enjoyed this weird Oc that I created in the past.

Keith was inspired by Hajimes backstory somewhat but with some changes and stuff like that.

AND YES!!! There will be a Izuru type character as well as a OC but they would be a separate character and they would be the Ultimate Phantom thief.

Once again I do not do reviews anymore. I put this blog down like the hideous small animal it is. But I guess if you want comments I’ll just say that that’s not really how mental hospitals work nowadays, like at all. You’re not allowed to have any sharp objects on hand, and I don’t just mean knives, I mean sharpened pencils, pens, anything with a glass screen that can be broken, etcetera. You also can’t have rope or anything else you could hang yourself with. When I went as a kid they took the drawstring out of my pants, and the beds don’t have sheets on them.

Also in the modern day ECT (electroconvulsive therapy) is still used, but only with informed consent. Basically Keith would’ve had to agree to undergo ECT beforehand. Even still, it’s only really used as a last resort.

A friend of mine actually suffered a lot of medical misdiagnosis as a kid, and they were put on so many different medications that it actually gave them brain damage, so ECT doesn’t necessarily need to be part of the backstory at all. Of course if you’re really going for the more horror movie-esque Victorian sanatorium type of mental ward, I’d just make the doctors more sinister than the patients. Sufferers of mental illness are more likely to be victims of murder than to murder others.

Basically you have a decent start and just need to rework the hospital backstory to be more believable and less accidentally demonizing the mentally ill.

Maybe I should just make this a writing help blog.

-Mod Soda

[smiletimeisrunningout]

She looked at him with genuine, pure longing as he spoke of wanting a future with her, but her fears were so much louder than his words; she had never let herself contemplate such things, she had never allowed herself to face them before, and now that he was doing it for her it had awoken the worst thoughts.

"but maybe I want to take that risk. And if you don't…well, then it's as I said: I can't force you. But I also can't wait around either, because whether we like it or not, Mary and her fiancé have the right idea. Time waits for no one."

He was right, he should have what he wanted, what he deserved, someone who could feel the same way, who thought that Mary and her fiancé were right, someone who didn't need time just to warm up to the idea. She still thought they were horribly wrong, that even if they were right it was worth waiting, that the risk was too big, the tragedy of it going wrong surpassed the joy of the marriage going well, but Ben? Ben lived in a world where since the future may not exist, the present was what mattered. She lived in one where she feared what the future would bring.

"If you can't look at me and instantly think yes, you're the one, then the answer should be obvious. From what I've been told -- from what I've been feeling -- you behold that one special person and just know. And if you don't know with me, then you have your answer."

"I'm not like you... I'm not capable of feeling that way, of knowing. So you are right, you feel time is precious and you should... be allowed to find someone who can give you that," she agreed meekly, sniffing and trying very hard not to make more noises than that. She could cry her heart out later, when he was gone. She could do what she did when she saw Arian: hold it in for a few more minutes and once alone find herself unable to breathe right. She'd probably cry for him forever, because she had already gotten too close to actually wanting it to pretend it hadn't happened, and with such an ending there would be no bittersweet memories, just pain, looking back. "I will give you space, I won't make things more difficult for you." And start preparing and putting her affairs in order, so that once her parents would be done touring around the Colonies in a few weeks, she'd leave to go join them at the harbor.

She was lucky she was a woman, and in the following days she could wear enough makeup to hide any sign that she may be in distress, but she also knew everyone was aware something was wrong, especially James who had seen the change happen closely and August, who had been told a few things here and there. But no one pried, not after Emma gave a few looks and chose a tone that made clear she'd only place nice, sunny, sweet princess if the matter was left alone.

She stayed out of his way as promised, although that meant literally hiding in her tent every now and then, until Washington asked for her opinion. He didn't give her much information, she just had to listen to two men and tell him which one was lying, since she had the gift of noticing right away. And when she came back certain that they both lied about something, which was not the most welcomed answer, she was forced to see Ben too, but tried to make herself invisible, quiet while of course polite to the general, who was at least thankful that she had been willing to help, and who apparently became even more certain that Benjamin was wrong about whatever it is that they were discussing about. Her heart hurt, badly, from the lack of sleeping and the grave mistake of eating less than she should, but she came to understand that Washington believed Shanks to be the worst of the two and wanted Sackett, not Ben, to interrogate Sutherland more. Against Benjamin's opinion that Sutherland was also a danger.

That wouldn't do.

"Major, just a moment," she called once outside, looking around and waiting for other people to walk away. It was the first time she addressed him, and as hard as she was, she owed him that. Because of course she still trusted him more than anyone else. "Look... I don't exactly know what's going on, but I can tell you believe we need to watch our backs from Sutherland, right? And I... I trust your instincts, and you can't go against orders but I wasn't given any. I'll go to Sackett's tent too tomorrow, alright? Try to see what Sutherland must be hiding." She forced herself to meet his eyes, and the emotions she felt hit her like a sword to the chest, "I'm leaving soon, let me do this for you. Washington is under a lot of stress, he's not thinking clearly, but I know if you believe Shanks needs to be heard it must be true."

There was a smallness to Emma as she sat there, her voice equally diminutive as she whispered, "I hope you know there is no laughter nor disdain from me, my... objections are selfish, but they have nothing to do with your worth. You are... you know what I think of you."

"Do I?" Benjamin weakly asked. "Em, up until now, I thought things were going very well between us...I-I actually thought I might have a future beyond this war with someone I care for -- alongside your family, even. I'm quite enamored by your parents and the way they run things in your kingdom. It's...quite frankly what I hope we, ourselves, can one day achieve here in the colonies."

Emma shook her head. "But I'd be different," she persisted. "You can't be sure you'd still like me once I'm... all... scared and insecure. You are seeing it right now. I'm... listening to you, I am, but I'm terrified."

Benjamin shrugged, tossing up his hands. "No, of course I can't know," he agreed, "but maybe I want to take that risk. And if you don't...well, then it's as I said: I can't force you. But I also can't wait around either, because whether we like it or not, Mary and her fiancé have the right idea. Time waits for no one."

Emma's eyes puddled as if she'd been slapped. Rising from her seat on the bed, she tossed aside her pillow and came toward him, each despairing step trampling across his heart as he swallowed. "So you won't even speak to me anymore?" she lamented. "I'm not-I won't fight you, I just need to understand... If I can't... If I can't try this, then it's all gone?"

Throat bobbing reflexively, Benjamin suddenly found it difficult to speak, to breathe. "You make me sound so selfish," he whispered. "I don't want to lose your friendship -- of course I don't, but...how else can I respect your wishes? If we remain in one another's orbit, I know I wouldn't be able to keep my promise. And that's not fair to either of us."

Emma nodded. "No, you are right-you are obviously right..."

Was he? The longer he peered back into her bright, injured eyes, the more Benjamin found himself spiraled into a state of uncertainty. It pained him unlike any other to draw up such a cruel, definitive ultimatum.

Turning away from him, Emma cut back over towards her desk and leaned against the surface, drawing in several slow, clumsy breaths before she concluded, "I don't know what to do. I don't know what to-I don't know what to tell you, I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do."

Wincing, Benjamin looked at her face, the ground, and then slowly back to her face again. "If you can't look at me and instantly think yes, you're the one, then the answer should be obvious," he murmured. "From what I've been told -- from what I've been feeling -- you behold that one special person and just know. And if you don't know with me, then you have your answer." Flexing and curling his hands, Benjamin ignored the burning sensation of unshed tears and exhaled. "I'll go now," he promised. "Clearly, my being here is causing you pain...and I never wanted that."

I never wanted any of this.

[ryu-skies]

before you go

C tells Ren something on his way out. (<1k)

It’s fall break and Ren is leaving to spend the holidays with his family. He extended the offer for C to come with him, but C is too scared to meet his family and thinks it’s too soon in their relationship so he made up an excuse about staying in town to work and take advantage of holiday pay. With upcoming tuition fees, Ren completely understood.

Ren still wanted to spend time with C, so he spent half the week staying at C’s apartment and sleeping in, basking in the warmth of waking up in bed with C. The past few days had C in pure bliss - Ren took care of the apartment as if it were own, keeping things clean and tending to his plants. He even cooked for C, which was a nice change of pace since C was awful in the kitchen and rarely had a home cooked meal. Aside from that, just having Ren with him made him so, so happy. Everything felt very domestic and had C dreaming about what it would be like to live with Ren after college; he had never wanted to share a space with someone so badly.

But now it was time for Ren to leave, and C felt nothing but disappointment as he parked his car in the passenger drop off lot at the airport. Ren was beside him in the passenger’s seat, wrapping up a phone call with his mom and reassuring her that the flight will be safe and everything will be fine. C turned off his car with a sigh and Ren glanced at him.

“... Yes, mom. I’ll be there in 3 hours. Sooner, even, if you let me get off this call.” He laughed, hand reaching out to squeeze C’s thigh. “Uh huh, I’ll let him know. Okay, bye mom.” 

Ren finally hung up, leaning over the center console to kiss C. “She asked me to remind you that you’re more than welcome to come with me.” 

C smiled, shaking his head. “I can’t. And even if I wanted to, the flights are probably all sold out by now.” He brushed his thumb over Ren’s cheek before pulling back and opening the car door. “Come on, you don’t want to be late.”

C pops the trunk open and lifts Ren’s suitcase out, setting in on the floor. Ren thanks C and stands in front of him, hands reaching out to rest on his waist. He pulls C closer, and C wraps his arms around Ren. 

“You look kinda sad.”

C shrugs, a weak smile on his face. “I’m gonna miss you.”

Ren leans in, bumping his nose against C’s. “It’s not like I’m leaving forever, you know. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I know… I guess I’ve just gotten used to being with you every day.” 

Ren grins, tugging C closer so that their bodies pressed together. “Yeah? You like having me around?”

C laughs and closes the distance between them, taking Ren’s lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Ren hummed into the kiss, his tongue running against C’s lower lip sensually. C tilted his head, parting his lips to meet Ren’s tongue with his own. They kissed for a bit before C finally pulled back breathily. 

“Be safe, okay? I love you.”

Ren gasped, arms tightening around C. “Say that again.”

C flushed, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “Why? You heard me.”

“Say it again, please.” Ren’s eyes sparkled, and C caved. 

“I love you.”

Ren laughed happily, hands locking under C as he lifted him into the air, spinning around. C scrambled to wrap his arms around Ren’s shoulders, face red. 

“You love me!” Ren shouted, voice echoing in the parking garage. “C loves me! I’m the happiest man alive!” 

C buried his face in Ren’s shoulder, hitting his back lightly. “Shut up!! Everyone can hear you!” 

His feet finally touched the ground as Ren put him down, and C was face to face once again with Ren. He had never seen Ren look so happy, and it made his heart flutter. C hurriedly pulled him back into another kiss that Ren returned with equally as much enthusiasm. 

“I really do love you.” C whispered once they separated. 

“And I love you too. So fucking much.” Ren pecked his lips. “You’re really making it hard for me to leave right now.” 

C smiled and reluctantly untangled himself from Ren. He took the handle of Ren’s suitcase and rolled it over, passing it to his boyfriend. “Hurry up and go before I try to convince you to stay with me instead of your family. I’m sure your moms would be devastated if their only son doesn’t come home for the holiday.”

Ren clicked his tongue, hand settling on his suitcase. “Yeah, I definitely wouldn’t hear the end of it from them… One more kiss before I go?”

“Of course.” 

C gives Ren one last gentle kiss, patting his chest as he pulls away. “Now go before you miss your flight. I love you.”

“Alright, alright. Bye, baby. I love you too.” Ren waves as he walks off, turning back once to shout obnoxiously loud. “C loves me!” 

C rolled his eyes, watching Ren walk away until he was out of sight. He gets into his car with a sigh staring down at the steering wheel. Hopefully the rest of the week would go by quickly. 

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

getting emotional about the last issue of sandman again (cw for major comic spoilers, discussion of suicidal thoughts)

because like. so we learn pretty early on what dream's deal with shakespeare was, allowing him better access to his creative potential in return for two plays, and we know this because we get midsummer night's dream, which was commissioned by dream for the actual titania as a parting gift before the faeries left earth forever

but we don't learn the second play until right at the end, after dream is dead, after the funeral, after sunday mourning and exiles, both of which make really beautiful endings to the story in their own right

the second play is the tempest. and there's a lot of the play that neil gaiman quotes in this issue, but i'll focus on the specific two that shakespeare reads aloud

the first is our obvious one - prospero's address at his daughter's wedding.

Be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, as I foretold you, were all spirits and are melted into air, into thin air. And like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the great globe itself, ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve, and like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

it's a beautiful passage, and exactly what to put at the end of this story - prospero is reminding everyone that stories are just stories, they aren't real and can't hurt anyone, but also they are the one thing that lives forever. humans are shaped and formed by our dreams, by our stories, we come from them, and in the end, we return to them.

now, prospero is the character we focus on in this issue. because there's a three-way parallel here between dream and prospero and shakespeare himself.

dream and shakespeare have both lost their sons, were both irreparably changed by that. both regret decisions they've made in their lives, and wish to leave the path they've found for themselves, but don't feel they can - their responsibilities are too great, they have no choice but to be what they were born to be. both wonder what might have happened in a world where things were different, but they know that could never have been

and prospero is the balm to that. prospero has made mistakes in his life, he's in several ways the antagonist of this story, but at the end, he gets to put it all aside. his daughter lives, and is happy. he gives up his magic - the source of his power, but also his suffering - and abandons his role, leaves the island he'd been ruling for decades. and this is his happy ending.

when shakespeare asks dream why this play, why he wanted that ending, instead of some great tragedy or drama, something more fit for a king, dream responds "because i will never leave my island."

and we see throughout the issue that that was personal to shakespeare too, it was a wish fullfilment for both of them.

but then we get to the epilogue, the second quote i'm focusing on. because shakespeare doesn't know how to end the play, until he has that conversation with dream.

this is the tempest's epilogue, in full:

Now my charms are all o'erthrown/And what strength I have’s mine own/Which is most faint. Now, ’tis true/I must be here confined by you/Or sent to Naples. Let me not/Since I have my dukedom got/And pardoned the deceiver, dwell/In this bare island by your spell/But release me from my bands/With the help of your good hands.

Gentle breath of yours my sails/Must fill, or else my project fails/Which was to please. Now I want/Spirits to enforce, art to enchant/And my ending is despair/Unless I be relieved by prayer/Which pierces so that it assaults/Mercy itself and frees all faults.

As you from crimes would pardoned be/Let your indulgence set me free.

like most shakespeare epilogues, it's a direct address to the audience, talking about the play. prospero is asking forgiveness from the audience for all he did wrong, but then reminding them that he's only human, don't we all want to be forgiven? and after all, all of this was just a story. he only wanted to create something for you. so applaud the ending, tell him it was worth it, and only with your permission can he finish the story, and finally leave.

and that's the thing, about dream's particular brand of suicidal thoughts. being dream of the endless has been weighing on him for centuries, if not millenia, he longs for an escape, but he knows he can't. when they see it's breaking him his siblings try and convince him to leave, like destruction did, but it's not in him to abandon the dreaming like that.

and that amount of responsibility, of staying alive because you owe it to other people - it's a relief, then, when a battle comes along that's too great for you to face, but there's also a lot of guilt in it. because he gave up. and he knows he did. letting the kindly ones win was the most selfish decision he's ever made

and you might say, well, he's dead, he doesn't have to face it, but that's not wholly true. because all three of the last issues deal with some version of dream after death.

there's the dream of him hob has in sunday mourning, which isn't the true dream, he's dead, except of course it is dream, because he was only ever made of dreams anyway, so does it really matter whether it's real or not?

in exiles the protagonist talks to both morpheus and daniel in the desert, and for dream this was two very different time periods, but to the man crossing the desert, they happened simultaneously, so if time can be warped like that in dreams, who's to say that the ripples of morpheus won't continue long into the future?

and then we have the tempest. dream has appeared after death as a dream, as a mirage, and finally, in perhaps his truest form, as a story.

when dream said he will never leave his island, shakespeare reminds him that all men can change. and this is the fatal flaw of dream - he doesn't see himself as a man, as a person, as anything but the entity which must fulfill his function. he tells shakespeare that men have stories, men change - he does not

and when we end this entire 75 issue run with the epilogue from the tempest, dream is prospero. even after death he's still reckoning with the guilt of making that decision. even now, he won't allow himself that freedom.

and that's the reminder, that all of this was just a story - dream's story. the reader is a character in sandman, all of this was created for us. did he manage to create something beautiful enough, despite the pain? can he be forgiven for the decisions he made along the way? if eventually he gave up, does that make all the time he fought so hard for meaningless?

and he can't be free of the story until we answer that all important question - was it worth it?

to which the answer can only be of course it was.

[mrsbakashi]

Hey, can I ask for headcannons for Kakashi

E - Extra info

Q - Quiet please

S - Sleepy sex

T - Top or bottom

Z - Zones

pls ignore if I did this incorrectly 😅 Have a great day

hi, anon! you couldn't have done it better, and thank you for including the meaning of each letter so i am 100% sure you're talking about the dirty a-z headcanons. also thank you for requesting kakashi 💕

KAKASHI

⚠️ c.w.: +18

e - extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

it would be easier to ask what he isn't into, really. the man has so many fetishes it's crazy. it's probably because he spent most of his life holding back, isolating himself and reading smut, so now he has you he can't hold back anymore. swears he wants to try everything at least once (but doesn't mean it, because there's a very specific list of things he would never do such as share you with somebody else and/or hurt you, among other things). that being said, he has a thing for roleplay definitely.

another thing he loves is toys. loves trying new ones. his favorites are the ones he gets to control so when you go out together, on date nights or with friends, he just gets off knowing that he can make you come right there, while everyone around is oblivious to what's happening (or so he thinks). and because he loves watching you trying to control your moans and facial expressions, until you can't take it anymore and you beg him with your eyes, eventually excusing yourself to "reapply your lipstick" - then he meets you in the bathroom to help you, because it takes two to reapply a lipstick that was already perfect to begin with. so subtle. but he can't help it, i swear, you are his weakness.

also a huuuuge fan of cockwarming. like huge. he could just stay buried inside you forever if you didn't feel so f*ing good. you, his weakness.

taking the chance to also put non-dirty hcs, he loves doing every single thing with you. he's been alone for so loooong - it was actually sad when you first started dating because he didn't know how to have another person around and he would often forget he didn't have to be alone or do everything alone, but now that he learned you're there he just won't leave you alone anymore. he'll do absolutely everything with you now, he just loves being around you.

q - quiet, please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

kakashi is not loud at all - besides grunts and groans, cusses and some dirty words here and there he's pretty quiet. only because he likes to hear you more than anything, your moanings are his favorite sounds. he's pretty much addicted, if you ask me. it's almost as if he got off more on the sounds you make than anything else. so he does his best to not make any noises so you're the only thing that can be heard - he fails miserably sometimes tho.

but something he does a lot is praise you, specially during aftercare.

s - sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)

oh, please, he lives for it.

yes, you fuck to sleep at night, wrapped in each other's arms and heartbeats, and he loves that, but waking up before you just to eat you out and having you wake up all confused and screaming, at the edge of an orgasm is his favorite. the look in your eyes - perfect. the sounds you make while trying to say something but being completely overwhelmed by the sensation consuming you to be able to form any word - perfect. also a big fan of how much it takes you to be able to think straight afterwards, while he just holds your body into his and laughs.

totally not against you trying to get back at him and waking him up by giving him head - he usually wakes up with the mere sound of you moving in the bed, tho, but he still appreciates the effort. sometimes he'll even pretend he's asleep just to make you happy.

t - top or bottom (self explanatory…)

oh, you did try that - you just weren't successful. it was a delicious disaster, actually. on one minute he was agreeing with what you were saying, he even seemed interested, and on the other minute you were immobile beneath him while you two had one of the best sex you ever had. your dynamic is rarely about power, and kakashi can be really patient, he lets you play the part, he plays the part, but you're too adorable to resist when you think you have the power and he didn't know he was into that.

so, yeah, not a bottom.

z - zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?) 

i already did this one here, but i'll also take the opportunity to say that the fastest way to get him in the mood (on the rare occasions he's not) is by kissing his neck and jawline while caressing his chest - it sets him up instantly, almost like magic. if you want him to be a little more out of control throw in some bites as well, i swear the man will just lose his mind. you're in for a hell of a treat - good luck, you'll need it. but lord helps you if you're kissing his neck while sitting in his lap.

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