#my brother was obsessed with it when we were younger so that probably didn't help

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Aim for the Sky Part 33 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley can't wait to learn if Rose is going to have a younger brother or sister. Planning for the baby means planning for the future, but Bradley can feel that you're unhappy. With help from friends, he finally figures out why.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, pregnancy, jealousy, vomiting

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

You'd been quiet for days, chalking it up to exhaustion from work, but Bradley was a little concerned. He was missing out on a lot of cooking and cleaning at home, as well as responsibilities with Rose. Most days, he was collapsing in bed right after you, body tired and brain overworked. But he was close to advancing a few of his pilots to the next stage in their careers, and he didn't want to let up just yet.

Truthfully, he was enjoying many aspects of his day-to-day at work. He loved making decisions that would benefit his group. When he had a compelling answer for his superior officers, it made him feel so good about himself. He didn't even mind putting in the extra hours. But it was clear that Indigo wanted to be his class pet, and he wasn't quite sure what to do about that.

She was weighing on his mind a lot, most likely because she was constantly invading his office hours. He wanted to tell her she didn't have to try so hard to be the best aviator in the bunch when she just simply was the best one. But that would be feeding her ego, which probably wasn't the smartest option right now.

"Are you ready?"

Bradley looked up from his desk to see you standing there, and he jumped to his feet. "Of course I'm ready," replied with a smile, pushing all of his paperwork to the side and logging out of his computer. "Been looking forward to this."

You smiled softly, hand resting on the slight swell of your belly as you shifted your weight from one booted foot to the other. "Me too," you whispered, and Bradley grabbed his keys, wallet and phone from his desk drawer. He reached for your hand, lacing his fingers between yours and headed out into the sunny October afternoon.

"Time for our final guesses," you said. "Do you think it's a boy or another girl?"

Bradley looked down at your face, the perfect curve of your cheek catching the sunlight. You were beautiful. Every bit as stunning as the day he first laid eyes on you in one of the classrooms he passed on a regular basis. "Sweetheart, if there's anything good or just in this world, it better be another girl. Then I'd have three of you to look at."

"Rose looks like you, Bradley!" you insisted immediately, breaking out in the biggest smile he'd seen on your face in weeks. 

"Rose looks like you. Everyone thinks so. She's adorable." He pulled you to a stop and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "And her face already has this exact curve that I'm fucking obsessed with." 

Bradley let his lips linger, loving the way your cheek warmed as you stepped all the way into his embrace. You seemed on the verge of telling him something or asking a question, your posture never quite relaxing. He'd noticed that recently. Like you couldn't let yourself completely go with him like you always did. He wanted to ask you what was going on, but he was more than willing to wait until you were ready to say something on your own.

"We'll be late if we don't get a move on," you whispered. Bradley responded by kissing along your cheek to your lips. "I'm serious, Roo," you mumbled.

"Let's go," he sighed. "Dr. Morris already thinks I'm an idiot. I better not add tardiness to her list of complaints about me."

A short drive later, and the two of you were walking into the waiting room right on time. You barely sat down before a nurse was calling you back and handing you a hospital gown.

"It's weird without Rose here," you said as you got undressed. Bradley held out the gown for you to slip into, shaking his head.

"Nah. This is just for us. She can hear all about it later after work."

He was just about to close the distance to stop you from tying the gown closed so he could get another look at you, but Dr. Morris strolled in.

"How are we all doing?" she asked, shooting Bradley a look on her way past. It wasn't like he was capable of knocking you up again, but she was looking at him like he might have.

"Fantastic," he replied at the same time you said, "Okay."

He shot you a look as you eased yourself up on the table. He wasn't sure what he could do to make you happier. A conversation was clearly necessary now, but he didn't even know how to initiate it. If finding out more about the second Nugget today wasn't enough to make you smile, he didn't know what was.

He dropped down into the chair at your side, wrapping his big hand around yours as Dr. Morris spread that warm gel across your belly and asked you an array of questions. He listened to your answers as his heart beat a little faster. He was excited about this. Soon you could talk about baby names and nursery themes. He couldn't wait to meet his second child in the spring. 

Bradley kissed your fingertips, watching intently as your doctor isolated some ultrasound images. Then she asked, "Do you want to find out the sex?"

"Fuck yes," Bradley gasped, scooting his chair a little closer. "I mean, please."

You and Dr. Morris were both wearing smirks as he squeezed your hand. He was so excited, it was hard to swallow. He didn't care if it was a boy or a girl. He felt the same way last time around, too. He just wanted a healthy kid he could dote on.

"It's a girl."

He was up out of his seat, sending the thing screeching across the floor as he hooted. Okay, so maybe he did have a bit of a preference for another daughter, but he would have been happy either way.

"Another girl!" he shouted while you smiled up at him. "Just me and my three beautiful girls."

Bradley let his lips collide with yours, kissing you until he got his fill. Dr. Morris and the rest of the ultrasound and everything else could just wait a few minutes while he soaked in this pure perfection.

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Bradley had been inundating your text thread for days with links to various nursery themes, but meanwhile you and he hadn't even decided which room would be your second daughter's.

"A second daughter," you whispered at your desk. Your parents were excited; you got to watch your mom and dad cry over FaceTime. Rose was too young to care, but one day she might have an opinion about her sister. You, on the other hand, felt like a mixed bag of emotions.

You wanted to be happy. You really did. But it was too hard. Somehow letting your sadness ebb and flow was easier. Especially whenever you ventured too far away from your lab or your office. Indigo was always around. It was like she knew were to find you. And perhaps she did. Your name was in the directories around base. But it felt like she was mocking you. She obviously wanted your husband, and he was either oblivious or hiding something.

When you managed to let your intrusive thoughts win out, you checked his phone only to find pretty much nothing untoward. Other than ruining the surprise of what was probably supposed to be an anniversary gift, all you found was one unanswered message Indigo sent to him a while ago. It bordered on flirtatious, and you were a little concerned that he gave her his phone number, but there was really nothing there.

But she was in your face on base enough that you kept to your office as much as you could. Of course, today was the day you were absolutely starving, and you left your lunch at home. You could pop down to the cafeteria, grab a sandwich to appease yourself and the baby, and then bring it back up here to eat it. Should be a piece of cake.

Hot turkey sandwiches were on the menu, and you almost cried tears of joy as you had one packed up in a container with extra gravy and a side of mashed potatoes. It smelled so good, you couldn't wait to take a bite. 

When you were waiting for the elevator, you froze with your lunch in your hands. You could see Indigo and Spice heading out of the cafeteria, and there was hardly anyone in the lobby for you to try to hide behind. You felt absolutely ridiculous as you stood there eavesdropping.

"What kind of progress have you made?" Spice asked, voice carrying over the sound of conversation around you.

Indigo smiled and laughed, showing off her perfect teeth. "Well, I can't give you details here, but... it's no wonder he's willing to spend so much time with me after hours. Anyone with eyes can see his wife let herself go this time around." Your cheeks burned as she added, "He's more than happy to help me with absolutely anything I need."

You sucked in a deep breath, certain she was talking about Bradley. And you. When the elevator arrived you ducked inside, jamming your finger against the button for your floor. As the doors slid shut, Indigo's gaze connected with yours, and she stood there proudly with her friend like she'd actually managed to steal Bradley from you.

A sob escaped your lips, and you tripped along to your office door. You really did look awful. Your skin was broken out, and you were going to need to start wearing the maternity tent well before your third trimester. Your belly was already tender, and then the baby decided this was the perfect moment to kick hard enough you thought you were going to wet your khakis.

"She's right," you whispered, tossing your lunch onto your desk and running for the bathroom. One glance in the mirror as you ran for an empty stall left you sobbing in the ladies' room. You looked awful. It was no wonder Bradley was paying extra attention to her. The fear that looking at Indigo had already turned into touching her was eating away at you. When you flushed the toilet, you turned and gagged before emptying the meager contents of your stomach into the bowl.

When you finally made it back to your office, your stomach couldn't handle a single bite of food. You dumped it in the trash.

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Bradley was just wrapping up a meeting with Maverick when Indigo cornered him outside his office. "Can I help you with something?" he asked, trying to keep the amusement from his voice. She was getting to be relentless.

As she shook her head slowly, she laughed. "I already told you, Sir, I can think of countless things you could help me with."

"Well why don't you run some of them past me?"

Her eyes widened as she licked her lips. "We could do that at the Hard Deck? I could still buy you that drink?"

Bradley sighed, hands planted on his hips which somehow drew her in closer. "I can't let any of you buy me drinks. Sorry, but that's not going to happen." He nodded toward his door. "But I have about fifteen minutes if there's something I can help you with."

She nodded. "Fifteen minutes would probably be more than enough, Sir."

Indigo stepped inside his office, glancing back at him over her shoulder, but Bradley saw another familiar face turn the corner in the hallway.

"Hey, there, hot shot," said Natasha, making Bradley smile. "You have a minute?"

"Actually, no," he replied, watching as his best friend looked inside to see who was waiting for him. She made a face, gaze snapping back to his. "Can it wait until later?"

Nat pressed her lips together like she was fighting off a scowl. "I wanted to see if you were free to workout with me later," she whispered. "I could stop by after dinner, and we could do some reps in your garage?"

"Absolutely," he replied. "See you around seven?"

"Yeah." 

She took one more look at Indigo before marching back the way she came, leaving Bradley with nothing to do but take a seat behind his desk.

"Do you want me to close the door?" Indigo asked, voice laced with hope as she half stood.

"Leave it," Bradley replied, once again showing no hint of favoritism. "Now, what did you want to talk about?"

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After dinner, you excused yourself to Rose's nursery to feed her and make a phone call to your parents. Bradley kissed you on the forehead before doubling back to the bedroom to change into gym clothes. When he let you know Nat was coming over to workout in the garage, you seemed almost relieved.

He started setting up his weights and bench press when he heard the sound of a familiar engine pull up to the house. A minute later, Nat was strolling in wearing bright pink spandex with a matching gym bag. 

"I could spot you a mile away," he told her, and she chucked her bag at his chest. They both laughed when he caught it.

"You know what I can see a mile away?" she asked.

"What?"

"The word dumbass written across your forehead."

He rolled his eyes, dropping her bag onto one of the mats. Then he froze as he heard another engine pull up to a stop at his driveway. This one made him glare at Nat.

"Why is he here?" Bradley asked, and a split second later, Jake came strolling in like he owned the place. 

Nat and Jake shared a look as Jake tossed his gym bag next to hers. "I thought I might need some backup."

Now Bradley was annoyed and also confused. "Backup? For what?"

Natasha closed the distance to him, patting Bradley on the chest with a firm hand. Her dark eyes conveyed concern as she asked, "Are you fucking stupid? Or are you doing it on purpose?"

"Huh?"

"I love you, Bradley. I really do. But I still have to follow girl code."

"Nat, I have no fucking clue what you're talking about."

The clanging of Jake adding weights to the bar made Bradley want to scream as Nat shook her head in pity.

"She wants in your pants," Jake drawled.

"Who?" Bradley asked, still unsure what they were even talking about.

"Your student with the crazy blue eyes!" Nat said, smacking him hard on the chest.

"Indigo?" Bradley asked, taking a step away from her. Both Nat and Jake were nodding as Bradley's brow creased. "She's like twenty-six years old."

"So?" Nat asked, hands planted on her hips.

"So, she's not trying to get in my pants. I'm married. Everyone knows I'm married."

Bradley held up his left hand, complete with wedding band. He rarely ever took it off, especially since it got him into hot water with you when he was deployed. But as he watched the band shine under the fluorescent lights, his lips parted wordlessly, and he stood there while both Nat and Jake scrutinized him.

If Indigo had been flirting with him this whole time, he'd written her off as an overzealous young pilot trying to prove herself. Now every interaction replayed through his mind, and he rubbed his palm over his eyes as he groaned. There was no way this was happening to him. He'd been alone with her on several occasions in his office. The door always remained open, but she'd pushed for him to close it.

Bradley's cheeks burned with mortification, and he wasn't sure he could even look Nat in the face. If Indigo really was trying to get in his pants, then he was a joke. He was an absolute joke, and none of the younger pilots took him seriously in his new role. That thought made him sick, but not as sick as the idea that maybe you'd noticed something as well.

Bradley swallowed hard. "Oh, fuck." When he swallowed again, he wanted to scream.

"Okay, there's my answer," Nat whispered, wrapping her fingers gently around his wrist and pulling his hand away from his face. She pressed herself up onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Thank god you're just stupid. It would be so much worse if you were messing around with her intentionally."

"I'm not," he barked, angry at the insinuation. "I wouldn't. I've never even touched her!"

Nat's hands were on his chest, coaxing him to calm down, but he was too worked up. "Easy, Soul Sister," she said, but he was shaking his head now.

"I'm fucking married, Nat! I made wedding vows. I have a daughter, and my wife is pregnant with another girl. What the fuck would I cheat for? What's going to be better than this?"

Bradley's chest was heaving with ragged breaths as she guided him to sit on his bench. He landed hard, jostling the weights as he looked up at two sympathetic faces.

"Nothing's gonna be better than Angel," Jake drawled. "I'm still not sure if it was dumb luck or divine intervention, but she's way out of your league, Bradshaw."

"I know," Bradley snarled. "You think I don't know that? She's fucking perfect." He tilted his head back, blinking up at the lights. "Do you think she knows Indigo was trying to flirt with me?"

"Absolutely," Nat replied, and Bradley forced himself to meet her eyes.

"Yes, asshole," Jake added. "She's not stupid like you are."

"Fuck." Bradley stood and started pacing around. He felt like his job and marriage were suddenly on the line. He didn't know what to say to you that wouldn't potentially make things worse right now. If he could think of something reasonable, he'd run across the yard and back inside the house and say it to your face.

Maybe this was part of the reason you'd been so quiet? But it didn't make sense. He never talked about Indigo outside of the context of work, because there was simply nothing else to say. But after that night at the bar, you were really fucking mad at him. He thought you were mad that he got drunk, but maybe there was more to it.

"God damn it," he groaned, realizing Nat was lifting weights while Jake spotted her. "Do you think I should talk to Mav tomorrow?"

"Yes," they both replied in unison. The fact that they agreed on something was scary enough, but that let Bradley know just how fucked he was.

But he would take care of everything. He'd talk to Mav and figure it all out. What other choice did he have? 

"I'm heading inside," he murmured. "Can the two of you turn off the lights and lock up when you're done."

Bradley didn't wait for an answer. He was already walking across the backyard, craving your reassuring touch that he wasn't quite sure he deserved. When his phone vibrated in the pocket of his shorts, he pulled it out. He was met with another text from Indigo, but this time there was a photo as well. She was on the beach at sunset, the orange and pink sky somehow making her eyes look even more startlingly blue, and she was smiling at the camera. When his eyes slid down the screen to her cleavage, he almost dropped his phone. But not before he read the text.

This beach is so beautiful. Wish you were here.

Bradley couldn't decide what to do. Turn around and go back to the garage? Go inside the house? Sit down on Rose's jungle gym and cry? Smash his phone to bits? When another text appeared, he looked at it immediately.

Oops, I sent that to the wrong person. Have a good night, Sir.

Bradley squeezed his phone in his hand until he was afraid it might break. Then he opened a different text thread and pounded out a message, hitting send immediately. 

Mav, I need to talk to you about something important first thing in the morning.

When Bradley noticed movement, he looked up at the sliding glass door. You were carrying Rose around the living room, bouncing her in your arms as you yawned. Getting the Nugget ready for bed was supposed to be his job. He loved it. The bedtime stories and the snuggles were the best part. He needed to have this.

Finally he walked inside, sliding the door closed quietly behind him, trying not to panic. Rose was nearly asleep, but you let him take her into his arms. Bradley kissed her all over her sweet face before forfeiting her to her crib, then he climbed in bed with you. When he reached for your hand, you curled up against him, and he let his hand rest along your belly.

"I love you, Sweetheart," he whispered, heart aching. "I love my three girls."

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Start getting your shit together, Bradley. Indigo has shown she's relentless. Also, I thought I was solid on the baby's name, but I might put it to a vote. Stay tuned. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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I think the best part about growing up with Ace Attorney so omnipresent in my life without actually playing it has got to be the weird parasocial relationship I have with all the characters. Phoenix Wright is literally like... My uncle. Like, yeah, that's Mr. Wright, he comes over for the holidays sometimes... ???

[chrissv4mp]

— I COULD CHANGE YOUR LIFE -

the prologue , it was important. — | — ...back — | — next... — |

summary: chris has an obsession with you, one of the most famous pop stars of the last few years. when he goes out to eat at a local diner with some friends, he spots you, and his obsession turns to something bigger.

pairing: stalker!chris sturniolo × singer!reader

warnings + topics: cursing, stalking, murder, weapons, blood, obsessive behavior, suggestive moments, breaking & entering, crying, arguments, chris is crazy, choking, drowning, etc. more than half of these topics are mentioned in later chapters, not the prologue.

author's note: if the person reading this is sensitive to any of the topics listed above, please do not read this. i am not responsible for your own media consumption, and will not change any aspect of the story for your own pleasure.

author's note 2: no but real talk, this is probably the most motivated i've ever been while writing/coming up with a story😭 i really hope all of you enjoy this and please remember this is just my imagination and is not real at all!!!

word count: 1.8k

"don't be afraid of me,

i'm what you need."

chris laughs at his brother's joke, hand landing on matt's shoulder as he clings onto the brunette boy. nick just chuckles, glancing over at madison only to see her laughing her ass off as well.

nate smiles at matt, taking a quick look at chris before he lets out a quiet giggle. chris was always making the group laugh, he was just unintentionally funny at times.

chris begins to tickle matt with a cheeky grin on his face, resulting in his brother pushing him away. matt steps in front of chris before opening the door for his friends, flashing a smile at madison, nate, and nick. he only sticks his tongue out at chris, and his younger brother does the same.

matt couldn't help but laugh before following close behind the group, looking back to make sure nobody else was coming through the door.

"haven't been here in years." nick says, taking in the atmosphere of the older building as he looks around the place. he can't believe it's been so long.

madison listens with intent as matt chimes in, adding on to his brothers new topic, "yeah, i can't believe it's still up."

"we always went here after our lacrosse and hockey games for a celebration, even if we didn't win. it became a tradition until we moved to la, so it's special being here again." the middle triplet explains with a smile on his face, reminiscing the vibe of the place.

nate hums at his friends memories, looking around the small diner that was mostly empty. there wasn't many people who came here as often, but it was very popular back when the triplets were in high-school.

chris grabs both of his brothers, pulling them closer to him with a huge smile on his face, "yup, gotta love the memories we made in this place." nick grimaces at his brother's cheery tone, but he still pats his back affectionately.

matt just ruffles his hair before distentangling his and his brothers limbs, settling his hands in his jean pockets as he waits for someone to speak again.

"let's go sit?" madison suggests, and the whole group collectively agrees as matt and madison lead the way to a booth in the corner of the building.

all of them immerse in conversation as they look over at the menu, chris looking over at the kids menu occasionally and getting interested in the short list of options. chicken nuggets did sound good, but he wasn't seriously gonna get them.

"kid seriously got dino nuggets," matt laughs, and chris only flips him off, "shit is crazy."

madison looks over at chris, grabbing his forearm to slowly bring it back down on the table. as chris turns his head to look at her, she sighs, eyes wide in warning. "if you bark at me again..."

nick laughs, looking over at nate and matt to catch their reactions. nate snorts and matt laughs harder at his best friends reaction. he can't help but grab nates shoulder and rest along his back comfortably, tears almost pricking in his eyes.

madison forks a piece of steak into her mouth, looking over at chris to see that he's already munching on his meal.

"slow down, chris. you're gonna get the hiccups." matt says, tone warning as he looks at his brother with a slightly concerned expression.

the brunette picks up his sandwich before biting into it, his eyes trained on his younger brother as he bites down on a fry.

the others begin to eat, chatting in between bites as they get sucked into the topic of work. chris hates the topic, but he has no choice but to listen in. some of the stuff he finds interesting, like designs for merch and new ideas for vlogs over the summer.

he can't help but let his attention wander off from the conversation in front of him, eyes roaming the old diner and looking around for any other things that catch his eye. he doesn't want to think about work the entire rest of the night, that's actually what he wants to get his mind off of.

his foot taps against the side of the booths seat, his leg hanging off but not quite touching the floor just yet. did they raise the seating in this place? maybe, but all he could focus on at the moment was a girl sitting across from his friend group.

chris could only see the side of her face, but he knew who it was. he knew very well who hid in a booth at the back of the diner. it was y/n l/n, one of singers he's been obsessing over lately. what was she doing in boston? no, what was she doing in such a low-quality diner like this? he seriously didn't understand why huge a-list celebrities went to run-down places.

maybe for the aesthetic, the scenery. he does the same thing, but he never thinks bad of the places he goes to. nothing is really considered bad unless it's falling apart or smells horrible. like chobani yogurt. he couldn't stand the smell of that... substance. he wouldn't even clarify it as food!

"what the actual fuck." chris says out in the open, louder than he intended to but not loud enough that she could hear.

nick tenses up at his brothers tone, grabbing onto matts shoulder tight as he looks over at the younger boy, "what. chris, what?!"

matt winces at the small pain, but he also becomes alert, looking around the place for any signs of danger. he sees none, and his eyes return to chris again. everybody's eyes are on him now, but the longer-haired boys eyes aren't on them.

"chris!" nate exclaims, shaking his friends shoulder and finally making him come back to reality.

the brunette has to hold himself back from pointing, gripping the seat under him as he speaks quietly, like if he spoke any louder the building would collapse, "y/n l/n. y/n l/n is in that booth right-fucking-there, look, look!!"

the entire groups heads turn in sync, looking the direction that chris' eyes were pointed at. madison, nick, and matt's jaws dropped, and nate only looked around in confusion. madison began to shake matt by his shoulders, and he let her.

he was sure the entire group, minus nate, was in shock. they all had the same questions as chris, why was she here? who was that girl she was with? would she take a picture with them if they asked?

chris didn't give them any more time to think, practically jumping out of his seat and holding himself back from running straight towards her. he was about to meet his favorite female singer ever, and possibly even take a picture with her? how could this day get any better, seriously.

"hi, excuse me. sorry to bother you, but could i get a picture?" chris smiled, eyes glistening in the dim lighting of the diner, and maybe even in admiration of the beautiful girl in front of him.

she looked up from her friend, who chris knew as olivia rodrigo, and looked at him with a sweet smile. he swore her teeth glowed, "of course,"

she stood up from the booth, the drop being insanely tall for her shorter figure. chris had a couple inches on y/n which resulted in him looking down at the h/c girl. she cocked an eyebrow as she took a better look at him, eyes basically glowing at the realization.

"hey, aren't you that famous youtuber that films with his brother? correct me if i'm wrong, but you're chris, right?" she asks with slight confusion in her voice, and chris just stares in awe at the knowledge that y/n knows who he is.

y/n stares at him awkwardly, hearing olivia giggle behind her quietly. that's what snaps chris back to reality, and he nods his head, "yeah, yes, that's me! how'd you know? do you.. do you watch us?

he watches you. interviews, live performances, listening parties. that's what he meant, he wasn't some creep that followed around people he liked. probably.

she nodded her head as she looked up at the taller boy, still shocked that one of her favorite celebrities came up to her. y/n didn't even see him walk in, and now here he was, asking for a picture. "yeah! and i would assume you listen to me, hm?"

chris nodded happily, a grin on his face as he stared into her eyes with adoration. y/n was so much prettier in real life. now, he could really see all of her facial features, he could see the features that made her special, "yes! i love your music so fucking much. it always brings me up whenever i'm down, you're really a huge part in my life."

y/n made a gesture with her hands, putting them over her heart as she looked at chris with her doe eyes, "that means so much to me, chris. you're so sweet, thank you."

she couldn't help but wrap her arms around the boy, and chris only welcomed her warmly, taking in the scent of her perfume as his head rested on the h/c-girls shoulder. she smelled as good as she looked. damn, the things he'd do just to have her perfume on his nightstand.

fuck, the things he'd do just for her love, even. he would steal for her, and he had just met the girl. no, it felt like they've been friends for an eternity, and now they were just meeting again for the first time in a while. that's the real story. it's not fake.

"i saw you on the screens

i know we're meant to be."

matt opened the door again, beckoning all of his friends and his brother out the door of the old diner. he watched as chris stood still, leaning against the wall as he stated over at y/n. she was making small talk with her waitress as she signed on the bill.

chris couldn't get enough of the girl after that interaction they had. he couldn't get her out of his mind, she was just there, clouding all of his senses with nothing but y/n.

"hey, buddy!" matt snapped, and chris turned to look over at his brother who just stared at him with suspicion in his gaze, "are you coming or not? we don't have all night, y'know."

the younger boy shrugged, turning back to look at that beautiful girl, "i'll take an uber home. you guys can take madison to her hotel and nate to his house, i just have a few things to do."

matt sighed quietly, worry and suspicion flashing across his features as he looked at his brother. he just shrugged it off before walking out the door, and chris smiled when he heard the door shut.

he had things to do tonight, important things. his brothers wouldn't care if he was out late tonight, right? i mean, after all, he had to do this. it was important.

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[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Thought Contagion (Horus Lupercal, Sanguinius)

Summary: Horus saves you and your orphans from a terrible life. He asks very little from you as gratitude.

Horus Lupercal/fem!Reader, Sanguinius/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, manipulation

Word count: 1180

Song: Muse - Thought Contagion

I haven’t been able to publish this post for several days, but it’s time to do it. I really want to learn how to write Horus. But Sanguinius is too difficult for me. Probably I will return to him definetly not soon. Not my best work in triangle series but at least I train.

Horus loved his sons. He was more attached to his Legion than any Primarch. And yet, in some subconscious way, he knew that he was missing something. Usually at such moments he immediately remembered his childhood with his father.

On one of these days, he just met you. Well, not at first. A little boy who jumped out from under your skirt and hurried towards him as fast as he could. The child joyfully hugged the pensive primarch’s leg, not at all afraid of his height and position.

“This is the Warmaster!”

As soon as he heard the patter of feet in the distance, Horus could not help but grin. It seems the child often ran away from supervision. The warrior looks up and sees you. Small and tired, running as fast as you could to the boy. And 5 more of these street kids were hurrying after you. And he immediately notices that they were all of different appearances and ages. Nobody looked alike. And you were too young to give birth to them all.

You ask the primarch for forgiveness for your ward. You thank him for saving and building a refugee camp. Horus listened to you, but he kept glancing at the boys. Some were weak, but some were strong and dexterous, ideal candidates... they all huddled close to your figure, either asking for love or protecting you from the primarch. Some even hung on you.

“Are these boys your sons or brothers, miss?” - the primarch smiles widely at the children, and they look at him in fascination as if he were a hero. Although he really was a hero to them.

This effect does work on you but not too much. You blink your eyes before hugging the children tenderly. Almost in a protective gesture. Do you really think that he would take the children with him onto the ship by force? He would never do that. Horus is a good man.

He would have done this if his proposal had been rejected.

“No, Warmaster. They are orphans. I picked them up while hostilities were going on. We hid from the xenos together while you saved us.” - you gently look around at the street children and smile. - “Although during this time they became almost like sons to me.”

Your look, your gestures, your words... something broked him. It struck a nerve. His hearts and superhuman nature were touched. Surprisingly, such thoughts never crossed primarch mind. However, in that moment, Horus realized and felt an unfamiliar and alluring desire.

He wants you.

You were quickly transferred to his ship. Became his personal serf. Nothing complicated. Just submit documents, food and drinks. Serve human guests within reason. Yes, you were deprived of your freedom, but your life should have been better. The pallor and dark circles under the eyes disappeared, and the skin acquired a healthy color. Once the Warmaster even ran his hand through your hair, noting how pleasant it was to the touch.

Teachers were assigned to the boys so that they could become warriors. It's unlikely that you would approve of them joining the Astartes, but you couldn't say no to Horus, could you? Especially when they looked so enthusiastically at the training of the Space Marines. At such moments, the primarch wanted to encourage them, instruct them, but... they were not his.

But that didn't bother you. In free moments, you constantly cooed over them, asked about their successes and failures. One time the younger one ran so hard that he tripped and injured his knee. You sat with him on the cold floor and calmed the baby. This sight excited Horus... perhaps in the wrong way. Because he had to lock himself in his chambers to relieve himself.

But your maternal instinct, your pure love and care. This is what he wanted. He is strength and you are softness. A symbiosis of the fusion of bodies and souls, a masterpiece of human biology. Horus had the Emperor and that was enough for him, but at the same time he wanted more.

And you had to give it to him. After all, Horus has done so much for you. A new life with all the benefits should have endeared you to the primarch. Not to mention the fact that you spent almost all your time with him. Listen to him, get to know his soul. The primarch could almost feel this thin thread connecting you together.

But the little trick breaks down once Sanguinius visits his brother. You fell under the influence of the Warmaster, but not strong enough. Quickly dealt with his presence. But the way you reacted to the Blood Angel. You literally devoured him with your eyes. Your cheeks turned red just from him looking at you. Mouth filled with saliva as soon as he spoke. And one day when the Sanguinius stroked your head, Horus felt your arousal.

But you were his. This is how you should have reacted to the Warmaster. He saved you, he saved your sons. So why does his favorite brother get your love? Doesn't matter. Sanguinius doesn't care about you, you're just one of many mortals. And how nice it is to look at your sad face when the Bloody Angel left the Vengeful Spirit.

But this is not enough. You must be punished. Horus could be rude to you and just fuck you without asking. Press your small body into the soft bed, fill it to the brim. And then watch your belly grow due to the appearance of a new little life. His legacy. But that would be wrong, right?

So he simply tells you the truth about Sanguinius. Just a little bit of embellishment. About how he loves drinking human blood so much that all mortals always die. That his Legion was actually a bunch of blood thirsty bastards pretending to be heroes.

No, you won't be safe with him. Only with Horus. Besides, what about your boys? Especially the younger one, who ran up to the Warmaster. He is too weak and inept. An unenviable fate awaits such a child. The life of a serf or even servitarization. You need to devote all your time to your children and your primarch.

You cry and hide your face in your hands. Beg to save the children. You say you didn't know about his brother's monstrosity. You promise to do whatever he wants. Just let the boys be safe. In a moment of horror, you didn’t even think about yourself, but about your little street children.

Horus smiles softly and lifts your frightened face, taking in every detail. Your and Horus's children will be so beautiful. The man kisses you carefully and tenderly on the lips, almost devouring you all. Your hands rise into the air, but stop.

You clearly wanted to push him away, Horus knew that. First he kisses, and then he confesses his feelings. He had no experience in courtship, so you needed to forgive him. For now, let him love you. In the end…

He asks for so little.

[obsidianbaby]

Don't Love Me Like A Brother - Prologue

Brothers Best Friend Series - PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1 -

series synopsis - ronnie's younger brother, tyler, is a famous youtuber & influencer and is best friends with the sturniolos. This series will be following ronnie's life as she befriends the triplets and catches herself developing feelings for a certain someone...

**series will contain smut as it develops but warnings will be added to those specific chapters

**found myself writing a few flashback chapters before present day just to build up the established friendships bc I'm impatient and don't want the slow burn to drain anyone 😭

warnings/notes - no smut in this as it's just the prologue to introduce y'all to the story.

a/n - starting this series and im very exciteddddddd i hope y'all fuck with a slow burn, friends to lovers best friends brother type beat. Buckle up mfs it's gonna be an angsty ride

a/n pt 2 - im not gonna share who ronnie develops feelings for just yet I want y'all to be on edge okok enjoy MWAH xx

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PROLOGUE

ronnies pov

having a brother who's famous on social media is humbling to say the least.

The amount of fan girls who have followed my accounts just because they're obsessed with him makes me question many people's sanity (including my own).

But tyler is one of my best friends. And thank god for my dad, who from the jump, did not tolerate any misogynistic bullshit from my brother.

Raising two kids as a single dad after my mom passed away (before ty and I were older than the age of 5) was tough for him and he embraced the times when he needed support (like when i first got my period, bless his heart he bought almost every type of menstrual product off the shelf).

His values were the perfect structure for us to grow up following; respect, open communication, giving our best efforts to everything (even if the only effort we could offer up was a 60% instead of a 100%)

My childhood friends would always whine about how "chill" my dad was. And it's not cause he didn't care, (he probably cares too much) but he didn't want to shield us either, knowing we need to learn how to exist in the world without him constantly up our asses.

"As long as we can talk about shit at the end of the day then we're good" one of his favorite mantras he would spew to me and ty when we would get caught doing something you might call a "right of passage" as a teenager.

And since it was just the three of us, we've always leaned on each other a lot. Sunday family dinners at nans' every week, taking turns helping my dad at his shop after school (he's a car mechanic), movie nights every thursday night where my dad would close up shop early, setting up the projector in the shop garage and ordering us pizza. My brother has been a best friend to me since I held him in my arms at the age of 3 when he was born.

And of course, we have the usual chaotic fights to the death like most siblings do, him pranking me in the most annoying ways, me making fun of his dumbass, him eating all of my food, me stealing his cool clothes, him begging me to uber him around everywhere, etc.

But we also just really enjoy each other's company too; going on late night walks around town, sitting in bed staying up talking all night, playing mario cart for hours (id always kick his ass), going adventuring together to forests or beaches, hanging out at the skate park together (me laughing at him eating shit and him chasing me around trying to whack me with his board), us both ditching our friends to stay at home and yap to each other instead, us having campfires in the backyard with both of our friend groups together, working on restoring mom's 1967 ford mustang together that she left us when she passed.

So when he came to me a few years back, during the pandemic, asking my thoughts on him posting on youtube, I was in full support (after teasing him that no one would find him, an 18 year old lanky white boy about to graduate high school funny or interesting. I have to keep him humble ya know?)

But his first few videos on youtube went viral and his following kept growing daily, especially when he started posting on tiktok too.

He's had me (and even my dad) featured in his videos which i don't mind at all (since im the one that's editing them)

I can see why the internet loves him (i did help raise him of course).

But since he's hit over 3 million on youtube last year, he's been doing a shit ton of collabs with other influencers and youtubers; the sturniolo triplets, larray, emma chamberlain, jake webster, tarayummy, vinnie hacker, carrington, etc.

And these days I try to stay behind the scenes as much as possible, trying to enjoy my solitude away from the opinions of crazy fans. (why do they care so much about what im doing anyways?)

Yet he understands (thank god) and he's always inviting me to come hangout with the friends he's made through social media, and i can't lie and say i don't enjoy being in the company of such dope (and attractive) people.

END OF PROLOGUE

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a/n - hellooooo i have a few more parts already written for this but im gonna wait to see how this post goes first (because i have a dire need for validation and praise) anywaysssss thank you for reading mwah xx

[trashpandacraft]

What are your cats' names? I love them very much 🥹

you are my favourite person. thank you so much for asking this and giving me a chance to talk about my cats, my precious terrible babies.

we have three cats, as you can see in this photo of them supervising me watering the garden yesterday.

the brown tabbies are brothers, and are two years old. the grey one was adopted at the same time, but is younger—about eighteen months. they're terrible. i adore them.

this is darcy. he's impossibly beautiful, so full of beauty that there's absolutely no space left in that precious little head of his for anything as trivial as thoughts. look at those eyes. his mind is absolutely empty.

darcy enjoys hanging his chin over things, feather toys, helping me manage any wool products that i'm using, sunbeams, yoghurt, tearing apart cardboard boxes, and being lightly thunked along his sides. does he like being pet like a normal cat? not really. what he loves is when you aggressively rub his sides up and down like you're trying to towel off a very wet dog, or when you play bongos on his ribs.

darcy is our babiest boy, and also the fanciest and most beautiful boy. he doesn't walk, he prances. his tail is an enormous peacock plume. his mouth is so so so pink. he's also our most timid boy—very friendly, but very cautious, especially when it comes to anything physical. big jump? no thank you, darcy will simply hop down to the floor and take the long way. he's our longest and probably our sturdiest cat, but he does not care to put that to the test.

this is bingley. you may notice, in these photos, that he's missing the paw on his front right leg. this is because he put every single one of his ability points into soft and didn't leave any for paw. he feels like this was a reasonable trade, and is entirely unbothered by its absence.

bingley likes sofa, plush fishie toys, biting and biting and biting his siblings, cotton, being tall, getting onto the bed by jumping directly on my face, and trucks and machines of all types. you have a spinning wheel? this guy is obsessed with spinning wheels. garbage is being picked up? he is tearing into the office so he can watch it out the window. toddler-ass behaviour, frankly.

darcy and bingley are brothers, and when we went to the shelter, we were told that they were a bonded pair, and that darcy relied on bingley for a lot of social cues. this was, at it turns out, 100% correct. darcy is timid and anxious and very reluctant to trust his own abilities; bingley is confident and loud and knows absolutely no fear. this cat has opinions, and by god he's gonna tell you about them. bingley makes the biggest jumps, and is the cat who figured out that he could jump from the knee-high cat tree to the top of the more-than-two-metres wardrobe. i'm honestly glad that he's missing a paw because i feel like if he weren't a tiny bit nerfed, he'd be A Threat. he is also far and away our smallest cat, even though he sometimes makes himself look quite large in photos.

this is goblet. goblet is rightfully called silver—my child named him, thus the thematic disconnect—but i have to admit that i've almost never called him that. you see, when we got him, he was very young, and he had hilariously oversized eyes and ears, which made him look like a goblin. a very small goblin. a goblet, if you will.

goblet likes food, the plastic bottle caps from sports drinks that he fishes out of the garbage, being in things (baskets, drawers, cat beds, etc), headbutts, having his belly rubbed, and sitting with his front paws tucked up very politely.

he's our most skittish boy—if there's a loud noise, he's gone—but also the snuggliest. which is great, because he's also the most trustworthy when it comes to craft supplies. if i pull out my knitting, there's like an 85% chance that he'll appear on my lap within ten minutes or so, and then he'll just hang out there. i've used his limbs to tension yarn before and he just purrs. he's sort of middle of the road on the bad life choices scale—too skittish to have bingley's eyes closed, three paws, can't lose attitude, but more confident than darcy. he's also the smartest cat.

additionally, he has weirdly, freakishly grippy paws. he's not polydactyl, but he very much uses his dewclaws like thumbs. he really holds on to things. it's messed up but also very charming, because he holds on to everything.

anyhow, thank you so so much for sending me this ask and giving me an excuse to tell you way more than you wanted to know about my cats!

[anna-no-emma]

Batboys current ages:

Dick 27-29: His first phone may well have been the first iPhone. He also would have had most of the models of iPod. In his very early teen years people still used digital cameras. He would have been very active on Facebook and probably played facebook games with his friends (does anyone remember that gardening game on facebook?). He also would have played online games (www.friv.com would have been constantly typed into the browser). He also would have begged Bruce for an Nintendo Wii, really emphasizing all the sport games you can play on it (like we all did with our parents - mine didn't fall for it). Also always had the newest Game boy and played a lot of Mario Brothers. He also would have gotten a Playstation Protable.

Jason 19-21: He may well have gone through a minecraft phase when he was 11-13. He also would have had an early iPad growing up (those early ones were HEAVY) and probably used it to play that tombraider game (the one where you run and collect coins and it steadily speeds up while you dodge obstacles) and subway surfers. He has facebook and used it a little when he was younger but doesn't use it all now. He played with Dick's old Gameboys growing up but also had the newest Playstation Portable models.

Tim eternally 17: Definitely has a Nintendo Switch and got super into Animal Crossing (at least briefly). He also had to have an iPad for school. Fashion-wise he wouldn't be caught dead in skinny jeans. He doesn't have Facebook. He nearly fell for a lot of the TikTok conspiracies and if it hadn't been for his fact-checking nature combined with his access to the Bat-computer resources he would have fallen for at least one of them. He has a mac laptop and an eleborate gaming pc set-up at home.

Duke 15-16: Not so different to Tim but he is a little obsessed with Dick's/jason's collection of old Gameboys and Playstation Portables. They let Duke have them. Duke and Tim also mess around with Dick's old digital cameras (Tim is immediately disappointment by the quality - those digital point and shoots were not great - and looses interest. But Duke thinks they're fun)

Damian 11-13: Has his iPad and phone within spitting distance at all times (excluding missions and patrol obs). He uses his iPad to draw. He has all the newest electronics (mainly because everyone else at his fancy school has it all and he see's it as a status symbol, refusing to be thought of as lesser).

(I haven't included Playsation models in this because I'm not familiar and my light googling wasn't helpful enough. But they all would have had the newest Playstations corresponding to their ages).

[leclercsfilm]

dragon blood runs thick

summary; everyone knew what would happened

im idiot, enjoy. i need to improve my spelling and my vocabulary so i started this side blog in order to achive at least something with my knowledge of this language or to fix my mistakes which, of course i have lots. english is not my first language. i had this piece in my drafts for so long that i know probably no one is as smitten with daemon as they were when the series arrived.

"You are still so cold" - Daemon mumbled.

They were curled up on a bed, trying to get some rest after eventful night.

"Then come closer. Warm me up" - she challenged him.

He turned around and faced her front while grabbing her arms to push her closer to him. Her head was on his chest while he stroked her back when she finally found the courage.

"I was with master this morning."

"Are you not feeling well?" Daemon's hand left her back, now grabbing her cheeks.

"I was...Not feeling very well for the past week. Expecially in the morning. He told me that it's nothing to worry about. He actually told me to be happy. I'm with child." looking up to Daemon, she wished for some affirmation. She's been nervous all day and pacing the whole castle.

"I am to be a father?" - he questioned.

"We are going to have child." - she repeated

Daemon kissed her cheeks, her lips, her hands. Finally, he'd been given a purpose. He'll give his dragonfly everything. He already had a few Targaryen names for the baby. Alyssa. Just like his mother. And Baelon. Just like his father.

"If it is a girl, I want to name her Daena. Or Daenya. I want to name her after you." - she softly declared her wish. She wants to look at her child and then to see Daemon in him.

"Oh... You are just perfect..." - he pinched her cheek. "I, on other hand want her to be Alyssa."

"We can name our other daughter Daenya. But this one can be Alyssa." - she promised

"Other? You plan on more? What if it is a son?"

"Maybe after your father or brother."

He couldn't wait to choose a dragon egg for his little dragon.

.

Daemon was standing near the iron chair. He wanted to talk to Viserys about Stepstones. His older brother seemed to be uninterested about defending their best interests.

Lord Corlys already gave up on a help of the king. He and his love, Princess Rhaenys, decided to began a war. Open war against the danger that lurked on Stepstones.

Daemon while waiting for Viserys made up his mind about war. He is going to defeat the Crab King. He was already annoyed about dramatic situation with Lord Corlys and King.

Slowly walking out of the throne room, he spotted his wife's brother. He wasn't alone. Beside him was Otto Hightower. Her brother's loyalty was long forgotten. Daemon took his sister as a wife even if their House wasn't so noble. Even if she wasn't Valyrian. Viserys was obsessed with making a peace with Westerosi houses.

They weren't deserving of a Valyrian prince.

Yet, Daemon married her.

He already told his wife about Otto and her brother. They were plotting against Daemon. He told her. She wasn't surprised. Her brother was ambitious idiot with no political knowledge. But he got lucky to marry his sister to a prince.

He walked to the Dragon Pit, in order to see his companion, Caraxes. His dragon was excited for a ride that Daemon had promised long time ago. With his pregnant wife, Daemon couldn't really spend that much amount of time with his dragon. He tried to help, watch and protect her as much as possible. His own mother died after giving birth to his younger brother. He didn't wished that upon his wife.

When ride was over, and Caraxes was safe in Dragon Pit, he rushed over to the castle. He really didn't want to be out of castle for that much, but his wife assured him to go and spend some time with Caraxes. His red boy.

"My prince." - master stood in front of his chamber.

"Where are the guards?" - Daemon realised that something indeed had happened.

"Your lady wife began her labor. " - master whispered

Daemon stopped. Surely master is lying. It was not the time for her to give birth. It's early.

"It's early! How is it possible? Let me in." - Daemon opened the door.

Passing through the door, he saw his wife in the middle of the bed. Everyone was around her trying to save her. The little dragon rushed. He shouldn't. There is no way his little dragonfly could survive this.

"You must breathe... Continue pushing my lady."

"Daemon." - his wife softly said.

"My love..."- Daemon offered his hand to her. One was holding hers while other moved her hair out of way.

"You shouldn't be here."

"I will be here. It's going to be alright." - he hushed her

Just when she tried to say, another contraction hit. She screamed in such pain that probably whole castle heard.

"It's almost here. Keep pushing." - master informed

After five minutes, the child was born.

It was undeveloped, deformed girl with wings. It was rushed. She should be carrying her for little longer.

Daemon saw that she was fighting for her conscience. He looked at master only for him to hide the child.

"Where is our child?"

"My prince... Please... You should already know what it is." master looked away

Master came to her and began cleaning her and trying to stop blood.

She was tired and on a edge of a sleep.

"Where is my child? Is she dead? Let me see her"

Daemon looked at her. It was a girl. She was small, bloody. Undeveloped, weak thing. Turning her, he saw little wing poking out of her back.

"Dragon blood runs thick. You'll have another child. Children. You both are still young. There is still time."

With all this glory, about dragons, fire, riding, bravery. Here, on childbed, you've come to see the real battle of dragons.

"Daemon, where is our baby?" - she was trying to get someone at least to answer her.

He looked at her, coming closer to bed.

"She is gone. She didn't have a chance. Are you alright? Is she still bleeding?- Daemon asked master

"Let me see her." - she begged

"Daemon please"

"Daemon."

-

[miyamoratsumuu]

tenya iida. [ur thoughts?]

[Jordan and Eli (Kade's younger brother) make jewelry for people. Mina almost passed out from pure excitement and Ejiro has an anklet that he wears whenever he's going out]

‼️this post contains slight manga spoilers‼️

AWH THAT'S SO CUTE!!! the love I have for jordan grows everyday 🙇🏻‍♀️ I absolutely love making handmade gifts/people that make handmade gifts is so endearing 🤲🏻

and kovu you don't know the monster you unleashed LMAO this would exactly be like the time you asked me about sero

IDK WHY HE HASN'T CAUGHT MY ATTENTION BEFORE?? probably because we're almost the same person when it comes to our classes lmao I'm not as for the lack of a better word "strict" as him though? so I just saw him as a more "intense" me, and maybe I didn't like that as much before, idk 😭 I'm literally hating on my past self rn cause there was a point where I slightly disliked iida but then one of my irls pointed out he was similar to me and uh yeah 🤠

BUT now that my mha hyperfixation is back and slowly catching up to my hq hyperfixation, I dunno like I said in one of my past posts I'm starting to see iida in a new light 😹 I'm so funny the way I switch up is crazy (I'm lowkey bashing on myself rn) ANYWAY i HATE how I never noticed how much of a gentleman he was before cause WHAT maybe it's just because of the nrw seasons and everything that's been happening in the manga but STILLLL

like the whole duration of the war where he constantly checked up on his classmates??? (e.g. todoroki, bakugou) AND after the war where bakugou and todoroki hid behind him when fangirls were after them LMAO PLUS HE'S SUCH A FAMILY ORIENTED GUY???? LIKE YES PLEASE?????

these fanfics/smau's really aren't helping with my incoming obsession with him, but pls pls keep it coming u guys. I love all of you who write for him, hihi

AAAAH I LOVE HIM!!!!! AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HOW HE LOOKS WITHOUT THE ARMOR OF HIS HERO SUIT. AND WHEN HE HAS THE MASK ON???? PUHLEASE SIR

literally screaming into the palm of my hand as I was looking for this on pinterest 🙏🏼😕

ALSO another irl I have told me if I had a type for guys with glasses how come I don't gush about iida so much 👨‍🦯 AND I WAS LIKE HUH NO I DON'T? the way they proceeded to point out the different guys with glasses I've ever liked my whole life is crazy but we don't talk about that further

but then I was also like IDK EITHERRRR AND I FEEL SO BADDDD IIDA LITERALLY DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD WHAT

and like my type in guys well irl I guess are ones that are taller than me (I live in the philippines and I RARELY see guys my age that are taller than me and I'm literally 5'6" 15 y.o. which is already pretty tall here in the ph ahahaha in my school there are literally like 5 guys that are in the same grade as me that are taller than me???ok, I'm getting off topic. but anyway, my like bare minimum in a guy is someone that's taller than me and smart (cause they gotta match my freak yk before the two of us get married we have to have been married to our academics first)

ok anyway and again, i absolutely HATE how I just noticed how iida fits that so perfectly??? my hate for my past self isn't even lowkey anymore I'm literally openly bashing myself

sero would always always be my #1, but I just think I'd like to give iida some of the love for now 🤲🏻😸

[straykittenidk]

MY FAVORITE RCP EPISODES AND WHY

(MY OPINION!!)

1- "Save Helly" The best episode in my opinion. We had worried rescue team + ANGST AND FLUFF + POLI??? I loved Poli in this episode a lot. He's not really my favorite but he gave me strong older brother vibes especially when he was helping Helly. Considering that the show is for preschoolers, this episode was genuinely so good? Tbh I just wish Jin would have showed up more. I would've loved to see her more worried for Helly since she's always yelling at him and stuff, but I'm still happy with what we got.

2- "Thank you, Roy". THIS EPISODE. I LOVED ROY HERE SO MUCH. THE ANGST, THE FLUFF, THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I'M OBSESSED. This is why the rescue team focused episodes are the best, because there are so many things you can do with them and their dynamic. I love the lesson it gives to kids, aka that you should always take care of yourself and stuff. And I also love how it sort of showed that the rescue team aren't all indestructible and can get hurt on the job. I don't really have much to say on it other than the fact that it was amazing and made me love Roy as a character even more.

3- "Amber's training". THIS EPISODE HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL. I love Amber sm she's my comfort character, my mother, my pookie bear, and I love episodes where she's the main focus. I loved how we got to see her vulnerable side and more of her personality and struggles in this episode. SHE JUST WANTED TO BE AS STRONG AS THE OTHERS AND PUSHED HERSELF TOO MUCH AAAAA. And I also loved the angst at the beginning and when she fell off that cliff and how she got hurt, and Jin and the others were worried, however the next part of the episode was kinda disappointing. She just got up like nothing happened and went to look at some infected trees. I really wanted her to get a more serious injury, so the others would need to take care of the doctor instead of the other way around and it would be such a cute plot. It would teach kids that you don't need to push yourself just because you don't succeed the first time, everyone learns on their own pace and Amber should've just trained slowly and not stress too much since she just ended up hurting herself badly, and honestly I'm so mad they didn't add that. (But fanfiction exists, maybe I should rewrite this ep with this plot?)

4- "Let's be honest" MORE HELLY ANGST. I loved how Roy went in to save Helly when he was in that fire and he was so worried and FUCKK ROY WAS SUCH AN OLDER BROTHER HERE AND HE TOOK THE BLAME WHEN JIN WAS MAD And then Helly got overwhelmed with all the fighting and flew away... So yeah it was a bit angsty and I love that.

5- "Helly's Birthday". Yet another Helly angst. This was definitely my favorite S1 episode. The plot was simple but really cute, I felt so bad for Helly, like imagine the people you care about the most forgetting your birthday, especially since Helly is most definitely a kid, or at least way younger than the others. THOSE ARE HIS PARENTS‼️But I can also sort of understand the rescue team. Considering all the shit the town puts them through, they were probably stressed and busy, especially Jin, so they just forgot. Still they apologized and all ended well (although I would've loved more angst)

6- "Poli's secret" I loved this episode because we learned something more about Poli and it's his FEAR! I love that he's afraid of caterpillars, giving him a silly fear like that was a good move and it gave the character more personality. Also the way the others teased him at the end was fun, I love how they're so comfortable with each other to joke around and tease each other too.

7- "Bicycle safety (traffic safety with Poli)" alright pls hear me out on this one... The traffic safety series is my guilty pleasure, like it's not good but I still enjoy it for some reason, (not as much as daily life safety with amber but I still like it) and this episode was super cute to me. Like we have this girl who can't ride a bike and Poli sees her struggling, stops patrolling and just teaches her how to ride a bike. she didn't even ask him to, he just decided to help her out of his own free will and I thought it was so cute and fluffy. Poli was so dad here. I really wish we could see more children like this instead of always seeing Kevin and doughy (or whatever his name is) since tbh I tolerated them at first but I don't really like them...

[wgc-productions]

As a certain protagonist from an award winning Tony Kushner play once said: The Great Work Continues!

You can read my reactions to the 3rd episode of the Magnus Archives under the cut.

00:00 Okay, Silly question. Is Magnus a person? If so, do we meet that person? This is a ~silly question~ cause I think it might literally be the name of the freaky little place Johnathan spends all his time and, if so, this was probably discussed in Episode 1 but I don't want to go back and listen to answer my question.

01:09 And I am gonna speed skip through these ads. You guys should listen though.

02:00- I wonder if people skip through the ads on Small Victories? No hard feelings if you do.

03:01- Dang. Sucks for Casey Shane.

04:26- You know what's across the street from my house? Another single-family house! Which, to some urban planners, probably is a horror unto itself.

05:05- My prayers have been answered. It's the Magnus Institute. (That doesn't solve the problem of if they are a real person who is significant, because why is this freaky little institute dedicated to investigating strange phenoms named after you if your'e a perfectly normal fellow?)

07:53- Okay, so yes the people these logs are about are very strange, but also, even before the people got ~supernaturally~ strange the log holders are still very judgmental of what is just a little odd behavior. I mean, when I was younger I would practice making and mimicking animal noises, be drawn to small dark warm spaces, would repeat the words people said as they said them, and would talk to myself all the time. If one of these people were around me then they'd think I was a little alien horror!

10:30 As someone who has never had a concussion, what's it like?

11:41- Buddy boy, take a Tylenol.

12:53- Honestly the square hole is the most alarming thing about this. Think about it. When's the last time you've seen a perfectly square hole on a piece of antique furniture. Just one hole with no other decoration. As a lover of old furniture, it gives me the williams.

15:06- THIS MAN IS A TERROR!

15:26- HERE YE! HERE YE! Local man obsessively watches mentally disturbed man from his window. More at 11.

16:02- If you're so concerned you need to get the man some help, brother.

17:59- April 7th? Ah, yes, Good Friday. He dropped the ham on the floor and ate it anyway. Harrowing.

18:36- I feel like video games would be great for this guy. Get to sit at home, be invested in a world outside of you, and you don't have to creep on your neighbor for all the days of your life.

20:09- Alright. I am, admittedly, alarmed.

21:02- See and this is why you should have sat there and ate your food. You wouldn't know Lovecraftian Horrors live next door if you minded your own business.

22:23- I know it's the accent, but when he says "Graham" it sounds like 'Gray ham" which amuses me greatly.

23:28- Oh, he's happy to see you.

23:37- Honestly, I do think it's way more interesting (or at least has the potential to be deeply interesting) to explore the idea that monsters and horrors exist but they don't want to hurt you. They are just living parallel to you. Yeah there may be a strange horror living across the street but he'll smile at you like anyone else would and he won't do anything to hurt you or hurt anyone else, but the internal discomfort you feel upon seeing something you were told was scary is what drives your fear. The fear and horror is internal.

25:28- See! Grayham didn't even hurt anyone. He was just chilling and trying to smile down the weirdo who was watching him for months. Honestly, Grayham was being very kind all things considered.

26:16- How do you know Graham didn't have the monster inside him all along?

26:40- Look. He was playing a fun little game with his stalker friend.

27:04- They want me to be scared, but I really do think the idea that the Graham like thing was a little strange and was toying with the watcher a lot more fun.

I think this is my favorite episode so far! I liked the story telling and the descriptions did leave me with strong mental images that I just don't think they'd be able to replicate on screen.

I will say I am scrolling through the episode list and I do not see a clear break in seasons, so could someone let me know where Season 1 ends?

[mrsnancywheeler]

Okay I know like nobody cares but imma tell you anyways. Soooo… the recording for our song went badly (that guy and I) in fact, it didn’t even happen and I ended up walking out of the studio in a very Daisy Jones way. He ignored me the whole time and was texting my cousin the entire time… I don’t stand for that

I believe what I said was “Don’t waste my fucking time, I have better shit to do.” Before walking out.

The thing is is that him and I played leads in a short film where we had to kiss but after mess ups where the kiss was awkward they took it (per my request). Then at a party we went to he was clinging to me and I kind of was starting to recognize my feelings but then at a rave we went to he went off to smoke with this girl who has literally played at Giants Stadium. And my cousin is obsessed with him. I’m feeling very much Daisy Jones right now and my song writing has never been better

daisy jones vibes go hard with this one and I'm obsessed, I care so much, tell me all the tea

ugh men, so annoying, like I need them to give more consistency. but the song and the short film and the girl who's performed for the Giants game, like you're literally in a movie right now and I'm obsessed. I'm so glad it's helped your song writing, I love passion in writing, make yourself a main character and suddenly the inspo goes wild.

Since we're talking about guys let me fill you in on my drama. There's three different men in my life rn bc I'm just a (I forgot what I was saying them bc one of them started messaging me and I got distracted.

anyways one big problem is I'm really attracted to immature guys, not willingly at all. I want to be taken care of, I want a man, but when I get a crush it's always on a younger brother type, immature guy, probably because I'm the oldest daughter.

so number one we'll call, band boy, he's so so immature. I've kinda had a crush on him since we met but he had a girlfriend so I told myself not to get involved, but I had a feeling they wouldn't last long. I ended up hanging out with them in groups and at parties and really just have started to like him more, but she broke up with a few days ago. I just got cast in a show with him and like kind of want to shoot my shot and spend the summer flirting, seeing if it goes anywhere, but I also feel bad because I've liked him for so long and he just got broken up with. he's super immature though, but really so sweet at the core. but literally first night we ever really talked, we spent all night sending voice notes to each other so yeah (after the show we're in, he's in the other show I'm helping out in)

then there's the tall guy, also super immature, but he's in a show I'm helping out with, helped cast. and when I saw him, literal butterflies, and everyone was automatically saying he was my type, we were trying to find out how old he was. I just literally get butterflies thinking about him and we haven't really talked, but he's so talented and hot like idk, so that's another avenue this summer.

or we have actor guy, he's also cast in the show I'm helping out with. and idk the moment he started talking, making jokes, I just felt some sort of feelings/attraction. he seemed a lot more mature and we also didn't talk much but kept making eye contact and I'll be working a lot with him this summer too.

so many guys, all actors, that I'm into and idk what to do, or how to flirt, or if they're into me 😭😭😭😭

[zaenaris]

Koko, even with more money, you would NEVER say that you are only loyal to Inupi to people who wants to know when Taiju is alone to beat him. You would NEVER say that Inupi is your most important person, the one that you want to protect no matter what, and so reveal to DB ennemies that Inupi is your weakness XD

Like "I don't care about Taiju, but i don't want him to push Inupi to do something who would send him back to juvie! He's not a good influence for my best friend!"

Anyway Kisaki will know right? or it's Ran who will tell Izana that "You want to force Koko to join you? Target his boyfriend Seishu Inui!" Yeah that's probably Ran.

ahah "I just like strong guys" was a code for "I just like Inupi, but internalized homophobia is shit"

We all know that Koko, being the simp king he is, helped Inupi with BD because Inupi smiled to him mentioning he wanted to recreate the gang lmfao. (In the end he accepted to join BD because Taiju knew he was good at making money and Taiju, as we see in the future, is a entrepreneur, at core.)

Which is exactly what happened, but seriously, since at that point Koko was already very into the scam/crime world, I wonder if he was even wondering/guessed that Taiju would become so cruel, yet efficient for the gang. Maybe he realized later that Inupi was that obsessed by the gang (we know koko is aware and tries to tell inupi to let it go, but it doesn't work)

I would have liked to have more insight in the BD arc between Inupi and Koko relationship with Taiju, because, besides the fact we know Inupi accepted Taiju because he was desperate to re-create the gang, and Koko joined for Inupi, we also know that Inupi has no problem at all to leave Taiju the moment he got beated by Mikey/Toman, and it makes perfectly sense since we know that Taiju's BD was not the ideal version of the gang Inupi wanted/remembered.

But we also realize from the last arc that in his own way Taiju cared for his inuneko duo (we know that Taiju had his problems as well)

I've got the idea that yes, Koko didn't really cared much about the gang, he was in just for Inupi. Maybe, paradoxically, he realized Inupi wasn't super happy with Taiju's management, but at the same time they were already in too deep, and as long as Inupi didn't say anything, Koko would tag along

But when Inupi met Takemichi and saw his ideals during the church battlee, I guess Inupi remembered that was not the gang he and Shin would have wanted. And Koko obviously followed him

Yeah, I guess Kisaki knew after talking with Izana a little, and I mean, from what Mucho said, it was clear to everyone how much Koko cared for Inupi and Inupi only. Kisaki is smart, it would use that to his advantage, but I also believe that he and Koko would get along in the first bad toman timeline (where also Takemichi is an executive) and we know they have their own company in the final TL, so i guess they get along. But maybe in manila TL, things are a little different

WIth the Haitani bros/Ran, I admit i wouldn't know what they'dd be capable of. This is a personal HC but I like to think they like him as a business partner and since koko is younger than them they treat him like a little brother (the haitain way of course, teasing and all). But they are also dangerous when they want, and maybe they would tell others to use Inupi against Koko (guessing that they would find their way to each other anyway?)

Again, it would have been interesting to see what happened in Tenjiku and Koko's negotiation to get Inupi a prestigious position in the gang if he accepted to join

[sea-owl]

Hey, I saw your yandere AU and noticed you talked about Benedict and what's intriguing about that romance is that next to Polin it's the one that takes longest to develop. Colin leaves London to travel the world, but he knows where Pen is and his family's on the lookout for any threats around her, but Benedict first met his soulmate two years before he actually found her again. What were those two years like? What is their story even like? I've wondered because you never dwell on that one.

Me: *nervous laughter* So confession I didn't realize I haven't talked much about Benophie's story, but I will be honest, it probably has to do with their story being my least favorite. Now don't get me wrong I love Sophie and I think her interactions and love with Benedict are cute when they are on equal footing. But I will not lie their book got thrown across the rooms a few times.

But for the Yandere AU, let me think. Okay I got something working.

Benedict and Sophie meet at the masquerade as usual with Sophie dressed as the Lady in Silver. Benedict knows she is his soulmate and he's already making plans on how to find out who she really is.

Unknown to Sophie her future in-laws and partners in crime had been watching them from the corner of their eyes the whole night as well.

"It looks like you have your next match," Kate whispered to Penelope.

Penelope nodded, "Indeed I do."

Using her Whistledown contacts Penelope manages to track down Sophie about a week later. Sophie understandably does not trust men of the ton and even though Benedict is her soulmate she's not interested in marrying a man who would most likely not be faithful to her.

"What if we came up with a plan to make sure Benedict would never stray. That you would be secured and loved from the moment you say I do?"

Sophie paused and thought it over. "I'm listening."

"A game of hide and seek," Penelope offered. "There is nothing that will tie a Bridgerton faster to you than having them think they lost you or they could lose you. All you have to do is hide and Benedict will come seeking, growing more restless the longer he can't find you. Then once he finally 'catches' you he won't think twice about leaving your side."

"And what do you get out of this?" Sophie asked.

Penelope rolled her eyes at thought of her traveling soulmate. "My soulmate, the younger brother to your's, has a taste for travel, and is too comfortable leaving me with his siblings to watch out for me. I figured if I marry off his siblings one by one that would make his lose his sense of security over me."

Sophie thought the idea over some more before finally saying. "He doesn't leave London much does he?"

"Not really," Penelope said. "He does have his country estate but it's only mainly in use when he's passing through."

That caught Sophie's attention. "Well I did always prefer the country side to the city. Let's see how long it takes him to look out there."

Penelope offers to help Sophie out with financials or finding work. Sophie denied, saying just sending her updates on Benedict will be enough.

To that Penelope did, describing in detail the longer Benedict went searching, the closer he was to losing his damn mind along with getting more pathetic. It was adorable in its own way.

Years later Penelope was surprised to walk into the Bridgerton drawing room for tea and saw Sophie. It had been a little bit since she had received a letter from Sophie so at one point they both slipped into the hall to talk.

Sophie described to Penelope how she met Benedict again, how he had not recognized her, and then had the nerve to ask her to be his mistress.

Penelope had to resist the urge to facepalm. "I am getting that man spectacles for his birthday. I am so sorry Sophie, I had not realized the man could be that dumb."

Sophie shrugged. "I'm actually having a little bit of fun. I see what you mean by the obsession though, I see it rising for me every time I reject him, and rising for the Lady in Silver the longer he doesn't have a lead."

Penelope looked to say something else when the voice of Colin Bridgerton rose from the front steps of Number 5.

Penelope gave Sophie a tight smile. "Sophie send me a letter soon, we'll work out the next part of the plan. Right now I have soulmate to go put in his place."

The next time Penelope had heard from Sophie it was through one of her Whistledown contacts about Sophie's arrest. Moving quickly Penelope set out the next column of Whistledown knowing it will end up in Benedict's hands.

A wedding happened soon after, Sophie received her official invite to the Spouse Alliance through Kate. Sophie sent her acceptance letter to all the others from her study in My Cottage.

[photographertherapistblogger2]

So this week has been a strange one first of all my ex and I had a pretty good talk about the past etc and he apologised for his behaviour and said that he didn't mean to hurt me, obviously we spoke about different things about our relationship and now we see things in a way that we kinda was so excited about me together we didn't work on the important things like healing ourselves and trying to get rid of negative or toxic traits. We used each other fir the connection we desperately wanted and honestly probably wasn't good for either of us. Anyway I explained to him that all i wanted to do was help him and keep our relationship going before and obviously at the time he thought I was controlling him but it was totally innocent. Glad we cleared the air etc though gives me the chance to validate my feelings and that I was correct in the way I was thinking and kinda felt emotional him saying itlike a weight had been lifted again. Just wish the struggle if other things would ease too.

So that was just one thing the other thing was the shock of how quickly my brother went after knowing he could go home. Honestly this morning was abit hectic and distracted myself so I didn't think about it. I actually did a video blog earlier because I felt so emotional and tried talking to my mom about it but she wasn't sympathetic at all and that's what kinda set me off. Honestly recently I've seen a very selfish side to my mom and I don't like it. I thought family were supposed to be there in your hour of need and nobody seemed like they gave a fuck at all. Obviously I'm already emotionally strained with everything going on with alfie and that whole situation amongst other things like the courtcase and things changing there too. Obviously alot of people offload to me and I'm just on the edge and I'm trying to do me. I know I need to fully focus on me which is hard when you've always been a people pleaser.

Anyway I think because when I was younger I had to take on my moms emotional stuff I had to do things I was quite ready to do like ask my brother to leave on numerous occasions because my mom couldn't cope with doing it. Now she seems like she just doesn't care. I tried the explain to her because she never opens up the lads don't understand how she feels or reacts to things and she expects miracles like there supposed to know like I do. Anyway I was also in shock because she's been getting help and talking to someone about her stresses etc instead of just offloading to me but when she tells me I don't know half of it and saying people have stuff going on too like I don't know about nothing like everything I've experienced means nothing even though I've done alot for her physically and emotionally since all my brothers left her. Maybe that's why she feels disheartened but then on the other hand she puts her relationships first and like we don't matter so she can't have it both ways.

Enough of that anyway I did a few things today for my innerchild to help me navigate through all of this feelings etc. I put on some music that I was kinda obsessed with and it was an refreshing change. I also remember loving going put on my bike so to get my exercise in and do a goal I set myself I went on my exercise bike for half an hour while singing my heart out. It was actually great and I had a wicked moment with my poorly daughter today too. We made a cheesecake and we had some proper quality time together with I've been longing for, for a while. I appreciated that was one of the best days obviously without all the emotional sides of things. Anyway I've been researching more things about innerchild healing and making her happy and staying connected to her so I will be trying to set myself a few goals for this week, let's see what I can do.

Ps this week I went on a swing and had a race on who could go higher and I needed to jump on my bed so just did, somaybe tomorrow when I've got chance I can get my bubble machine out and make a few tiktoks with my lovely daughter while she's off school. Honestly we will both enjoy that, goodnight 😴

[collegeishardbutwritingisharder]

Yandere Riddle Rosehearts x Little Brother Reader headcanons/short story(?)

Oh boy, am I nervous about this. I love TWST and I really hope that I do these characters justice. Okay, I wrote this and there needs to be a bunch of different warnings I realized. If I miss a warning that you think is important, please inform me. P.S. This is platonic and also I have a completely different idea for an older brother of Riddle's.

Warnings: Obsession, abuse, mild force age regress (Maybe? Not certain), gaslighting, overall not good things.

Riddle Rosehearts

As we all know, Riddle's childhood was rough growing up because of his mother.

He is her legacy walking.

But what does that make the second offspring?

A little more than servant to the first one.

Your mother engraved into you since birth to obey every word that your older brother says.

She forced heavier training regimens onto you instead of studying. Saying "You don't need to learn. Your brain is of no use to Riddle."

Because you both were very young, none of you understood that what she was doing was wrong.

You were only three years younger than Riddle but you already have more strength and endurance than him.

(By the way, you're shorter than him.)

But that doesn't mean that you were useless in magic either.

Your unique magic, "By Order of the King", creates a rosebush on the back of whoever disobeys Riddle's words. The rosebush reacts to Riddle's mood, if he's happy, roses bloom but if he's upset, thorns start growing. The only way to get the rosebush off is if Riddle forgives the troublemaker.

When Riddle met Trey and Chenya, that's when he started to realize that your mother's treatment of both of you was unnecessarily cruel.

He tried in his daily life to get you to be your own person but your mother made that nearly impossible, threatening your safety if you dare when against her orders.

When it was time for Riddle to go to NRC, your mother made you go along with him to make sure that he would be safe.

Dire Crowley welcomed both of you with open arms (Probably to get on your mother's good side) and for the first year, everything went decently fine.

Riddle quickly became the dorm leader and enforced the Queen's rules onto the rest of the dorm. He also made you basically a soldier to carry out his every whim. The power seemed to have gone to his head a little. His unique magic took care of most of the troublemakers but every once in a while, you were called on to use yours.

The dorm was terrified of disobeying Riddle too much and end up facing your wrath.

Then the second year rolled around and everything became different.

With a certain ginger, bluenette and a magicless prefect, the dorm was thrown into mild chaos.

Riddle was collaring people left, right and center, terrifying even you.

Then he overblotted.

"You fools! I'm always right!"

"You can't force people to just follow your dumb rules!"

"Yeah, dorm leader! Can't you see that your expectations are too high for anyone to reach?!"

"Why you-!"

Riddle was getting madder and madder to the point that I was starting to become scared of him hurting himself more. I quickly decided what was my best course of action.

"By Order of the King!"

I sent By Order of the King to the creature behind Riddle, effectively stopping it from attacking anybody. Sadly, this also got Riddle's attention.

"(Y/N)! You dare go against your Queen?!"

I only nodded my head, getting ready to fight. I never wanted to hurt my older brother but it seems that might be the only way to get him to snap out of this.

Riddle then lunged towards me and we got into a bit of a tangled position. His dress had thorns which were digging into my skin wherever they could. I got a few good hits on him but I overestimated how much the overblot would also improve his physical strength as well. It also didn't help that the ink that coated him was trying to take control of my limbs as well.

"If you're so willing to go against your Queen, then it's Off with Your Head!"

I felt his collar go around my throat, cutting off my oxygen, ruining my focus and overall, making this fight harder. While I was trying to regain my focus, I felt my head being lifted off the ground before slammed repeatedly onto the ground. The last thing that I truly remember was Riddle's cackling before losing my consciousness.

The next thing I knew was that I was in the infirmary with Riddle crying by my side and bandages wrapped all over my head.

Riddle then grabbed you into a hug, being wary of the injuries that he caused you, and promised to be a better big brother. Something sounded wrong in his tone but you decided to brush it off.

It took close to a month for you to heal completely but when you were allowed back to the dorms, Riddle was completely different.

"(Y/N)? Where are you going?"

I turned my head towards my brother.

"I'm just going to do my daily tasks for the dorm."

Riddle then walked up to me and ushered me into a hug.

"You're too young to be doing chores for the dorm. Let's just go outside and play around for a bit."

"Sorry, Riddle but I've got to do my part as well."

Riddle's face became colder while he glared down at me. I've never seen him this angry at me.

"(Y/N). That wasn't a suggestion. It was an order. You're going to stop acting like this and act your age."

Riddle then grabbed my uninjured arm before dragging me back to our shared room. He forced me to sit on the bed before grabbing me into a cuddle. I felt my body stiffen and freeze into place. I'm not used to this type of attention before.

"You, like me, have been denied familial love. I wasn't strong enough to protect you from that witch when you were younger, but now, I'm going to change all of that."

That's when your life was turned upside down once again.

When Riddle first realized that you shouldn't be ordered around, he didn't do it as much. But now, he does it all the time, knowing that you'll follow whether you want to or not.

Riddle refused for you to do anything that was considered "Too grown up" to him. Which meant anything that wasn't breathing, standing, walking, and sleeping.

He hand fed you, helped you change, and many other embarrassing things.

"You're my baby brother. That means that I have to help you with everything."

That's always Riddle's reasoning either against you or against anybody at the dorm who would try to help plead your case. The only difference between you asking and someone was the fact that if it was someone else, they would lose their head for the next three days.

Riddle was slowly starting to become more and more suffocating. He forbade you from talking to anybody in a different dorm and started limiting people in his own dorm.

Heck, Trey was now on thin ice with Riddle.

"What exactly are you doing here, Trey?"

"Umm, you asked me to serve you and your brother for this tea party?"

"Right. Apologies."

Eventually, the new suffocating nature that Riddle adapted became too much for you but you couldn't leave Riddle's side. Your mother's conditioning wouldn't allow you to.

"Why are you frowning, (Y/N)? You shouldn't be this upset."

"I'm sorry, Riddle. I'll try to be in a better mood."

"No, I want to know why you feel the need to throw a tantrum. I understand that it's natural for boys your age but you must let me know why you're upset, to fix it."

"Well, I don't like how you've become controlling."

"Brother, do you really think that I'm controlling? Look between me and our mother. I'm only trying to liberate you."

"By treating me as if I'm an infant?"

"You are not being treated as an infant."

"Yes, I am. You won't let me do anything for myself!"

"I'm trying to give you a childhood! If you think that you're being treated as an infant, then I'll treat you as if you're an infant!"

Riddle stuck true to his words.

He shrunk you down with his magic and started treating you as if you were only two years old.

Riddle was very close to raising you like how your mother raised you but thankfully, Trey was there to sway him from certain methods.

It took three whole weeks to convince Riddle to let you be your original height again and have small freedoms again.

"See, (Y/N)? Isn't this life much better? Are you still feeling like you're being treated like an infant?"

Yes, I thought bitterly to myself but I held my tongue.

"No. Thank you for giving me the freedom to be a child, Riddle."

"You're welcome, (Y/N). Now, how about we go and give you a bath? You've been playing outside and got mud all over you."

"Yes, Riddle."