#not even my own family wants to spend it with me

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The Boy Next Door ┊ p.js

kinktober day 3! -masterlist

warnings: MDNI, make out, anxiety, unprotected sex,

genre: Smut

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☆ bnd!jay x reader ; Thunderstorms, no electricity, no key to your apartment. The only thing you could do was to stay for the night at your neighbor, Jay's apartment.

“Why aren’t you eating the dessert, darling?” -your mother asked you.

“Mom, I’m full. I can’t eat more” -you said while holding your stomach.

“Alright, then. I will put this one in a box as well and you can share it with your lover boy” -she smiled at you.

“Mom, please don’t refer to him like that. I already told you — he’s just my neighbor. On top of that, I’m not sharing this delicious cherry pie with anyone!”

You were sitting at the usual family dinner at your parent’s house. Even though you were always tired, reuniting with your siblings and parents after a long week apart felt so comforting. You didn’t have to make dinner for yourself and could relax all afternoon.

“However, it was a bit uncomfortable sometimes. The reason was all the questions you received from your mom and siblings. Even though you were the middle child they had high expectations for you. Since everyone had a boyfriend or a girlfriend and you didn’t they had to mention it again and again. You didn’t understand why they made such a fuss and care about your love life but you were busy focusing on your own goals at first. Then love could come into your life. You got the “It’s just a cliché” sentences but you ignored those comments and ate your food in silence.

The second thing was your so-called lover boy, Jay. Your neighbor. Not your lover as they say it.

Since you moved in next to Jay, everyone's been talking about him non-stop.

Bringing up the memories, of when he helped your father bring your packages into your home or when Jay helped you put your sofa and wardrobe together. You felt at ease around him and his smile made your heart melt for a second.

You admit he’s sweet and acts like a gentleman but you’re just not ready for a relationship now.

“Okay guys, I guess I’m going to head home. Thanks for the dinner again.”

“Y/n don’t you want to stay for the night? There's a big thunderstorm coming, and I don't think it's a good idea for you to be driving in it on your way home."

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to call you when I get home.”

“Okay, sweetie. Take care, I love you” -she hugged you.

“I love you too Mom”

After you said goodbye to your family you got inside the car. With chilly, jazzy music you started the engine and drove home.

The clouds were already starting to form a big shape getting darker and darker as time passed. To be honest, you’ve always been afraid of thunderstorms and really wanted to get home before the storm started. So you pressed the gas pedal harder to make it home in a few minutes.

When you got out of the car your hands were full of packed food and raindrops started pouring from the sky.

You arrived safely and were delighted to spend the evening watching a movie while enjoying a cup of hot cocoa, taking your mind off the thunderstorm.

As you searched for your apartment key you bumped into Jay who was seemed to be coming home from work. He smiled at you softly which you returned.

“Do you need any help? I can hold your boxes.”

“Oh, no thank you. I can do it myself. I'm having a bit of trouble finding my keys, and I'm starting to get a bit stressed. ” -you said in a worried tone.

“Okay, Y/n if you need anything just let me know. I’m gonna be up. Have a good night.”

“Thank you, Jay. Have a good night too”

He went inside and you still looking for that freaking key. The lightning flashed on your face and panic started to take over you. It felt like you were trapped in a box and breath didn’t come easily to you.

“Y/n take it easy. Everything’s gonna be okay!” -you started to tear up.

“Perhaps, I should give Mom a callIt's already late, though. Chances are they've gone to sleep. I guess I'm stuck here in the cold stairway for the time being. All, alone, in the thunderstorm.” -you started to accept your situation and slid down at your door to the ground feeling anxious and tired.

You cried until you heard the door open next to you.

"Y/n, come on in. You need to stop being like this." -you slowly looked to the side and gazed up, only to meet Jay's eyes- "Come on, I can't leave you here."

"Jay, you really don't have to," -you said. "Y/n, please." -he stepped closer, took the bags from your hands, and took them inside. You were still sitting on the floor, so Jay didn't hesitate and picked you up in a bridal pose.

“Jay, put me down. Wait!”

"I'm not waiting around any longer. You didn't stand up, so I'll take you inside my home.”

You made your way from the dark stairway into the light. As Jay stepped over the doorstep, you were hit by a subtle orange scent. Although, his woody scent filled your senses completely. Since your hands were on his neck, your body was pressed up against his, his hands were holding your back and legs as well. All you could do was smell him and get goosebumps afterward. You hate to admit that something switched in you once you felt his scent and body. He held you so gently that you didn't want him to let you go.

"You can let go of me now," -he said, looking at you.

"Oh, right. My apologies." -you finally stood up and fixed your dress.

Jay showed you around his place. Even though you lived in the same building, his apartment was bigger than yours. It was full of designer furniture and decor. It was a perfect match, and the scent in his home was so captivating that you wouldn't want to leave. You also noticed a few guitars across his bedroom, and you got really excited because you loved the sound of the guitar. It always helps you relax.

"Jay, can you play the guitar for me?" -you asked him.

"The guitar?" Sure, why not? It's getting late, though. Maybe we can do it another time."

"Please, that would help me calm down." -you grabbed his arm.

"Y/n, you should eat something and get some rest. I'll play some music if you're going to be in bed."

"I'm not that hungry, but we can share the cherry pie my mother made."

"She made cherry pie? I love cherries. They're my favorite fruit!"

"Really? Then I hope you'll like it," -you said, smiling at him.

Once you'd turned off the lights, you made your way to the kitchen and opened the food box. There it was, the delicious pie with fresh cherries right next to it. Jay brought two plates and forks so you could finally taste the dessert. You took a bite and looked at him, only to see him tasting the cherry. The red fruit's juice ran down his pink lips, making them blood red. The juice almost dripped to his white designer shirt, so you quickly moved your finger to his jaw to stop it. Jay just looked at you and you blushed a bit from embarrassment. "It almost painted your shirt," -you said, taking your finger into your mouth and licking the juice off.

"Oh, thank you, Y/n."

Jay really liked the pie, and so did you. He asked you to bring your mother over to bake this pie for him again. You said you'd do it, but you know how your mother is, so I don't think she'd be too happy about it. You offered to help with the dishes, but Jay said no. Instead, he insisted you take a shower.

You agreed and went to the bathroom with Jay after behind you. He gave you one of his t-shirt, which was long enough to cover you, and put a towel on the rack to dry yourself with.

After he left the room you were alone with your thoughts and the candles that he lit up for you. You took off all your clothes and stepped into the shower. There was quite a selection of bodywashes to choose from. Since the orange scent filled your nose in Jay’s home you decided to go with that one. It felt amazing to be under the hot water and just think about nothing. Nothing, I mean Jay. He popped into your mind continuously and you couldn’t do anything to stop this. He is just too perfect and kind to you always. He even let you stay over for the night. You couldn’t count the times when he helped you. You were deep in your thoughts when the power suddenly turned off. Only the candles gave you a little light but you still couldn’t see anything.

“Jay!” -you called out to him for help.

“I’m here, Y/n can I come in?”

“Yes, please” -he opened the door- “Please don’t look, I’m still in the shower.”

“Okay. I’ll give you my hand. Just hold it and I’ll help you get dressed.”

You extended your arm to meet his hands and he took yours in his gentle grasp. You took slow steps, and Jay handed you the towel, then the t-shirt.

“I’m done” -you turned him around.

It was still dark but you felt his gaze on you. It made you smile, and you couldn’t help but blush. Jay led you to his bedroom and made sure that you were all tucked in the blanket. He sat down next to you with something in his hands. The moment you heard the beautiful sound you knew that he was playing the guitar for you. It made you feel more sleepy but also calmer. You were thankful for Jay for keeping you safe from the loud lightning and thunderstorms outside. “Now, sleep well Y/n. I’m going to be outside if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Jay. Goodnight.”

You went to dreamland but only managed to stay asleep for half an hour. You tried to go back to sleep but the lightning couldn’t let you do that. “Maybe Jay’s still up. I should ask him to play something for me again?” On the other hand, you thought this might be a bit much at that hour. You opted for a cup of hot milk instead. When you opened the door you instantly saw Jay lying on the sofa and sleeping like a baby. You didn’t want to bother him with any voice so you tiptoed to the kitchen until you heard his voice.

“Y/n why aren’t you sleeping?” -he asked in a low husky voice.

"I couldn't sleep" -you whispered, your voice barely audible over the storm outside- "The thunder... it's still bothering me." You hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of vulnerability and comfort in Jay's presence. "I was just going to make some hot milk to help me relax."

Jay sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Let me help you with that," he said softly, rising from the sofa. He gently placed a hand on your shoulder, guiding you towards the kitchen. "I know a trick that might help you sleep better than just hot milk," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm against the storm's chaos.

In the dim kitchen, illuminated only by the occasional flash of lightning, Jay moved with practiced ease. He reached for a small pot, poured in some milk, and set it on the stove. As he worked, he explained in a low, comforting voice, "We'll add a pinch of cinnamon and a touch of honey. It's an old family recipe - always helps me sleep on stormy nights." The warm, spicy aroma soon filled the air, momentarily drowning out your anxiety about the thunder.

As Jay stirred the milk, you leaned against the counter, watching him work. The gentle clink of the spoon against the pot and Jay's calm presence began to ease your nerves. When the milk was ready, he poured it into two mugs, the steam rising in delicate wisps. "Here," he said, offering you a warm mug. "Let's go sit down and enjoy this together."

You followed Jay to the living room, both of you cradling your warm mugs. As you settled onto the sofa, the storm outside seemed to fade into the background. The spiced milk warmed you from the inside, and Jay's presence beside you provided a comforting shield against the night's terrors. You sipped in companionable silence, feeling your eyelids grow heavy with each passing moment.

"Jay?"

"Hm?"

"I don't mean to be forward, but would it be okay for me to sleep here with you?" -you asked with a voice that was a little shaky.

“Of course. I assumed you’re not a fan of thunderstorms that’s why I put my tiredness aside and played you the guitar too. I want you to feel good and comfortable. Now come here, let’s sleep.”

You waited until Jay was settled in before you made your way over to the couch. You somehow managed to get down next to him, but Jay was only a few centimeters away. His eyes were bright and he was looking at you, so you couldn't help but look back at him. Jay had a way of captivating you, and your mind couldn't quite process the feelings your heart was having when you were this close to him. Then, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder and realized that Jay had pulled you into a hug. You swallowed nervously but could easily melt into his body. His thumbs were rubbing circles into your sides, and before you knew it, Jay's hands reached your upper thigh.

That moment, you realized that you didn't have anything underneath your t-shirt, or to be more precise, Jay's t-shirt. He was well aware, and you gave in. You gave in because he was so infuriatingly handsome, and all the things he did were just another turn-on for you. Even if you wanted to deny it, your body was telling the truth.

You leaned in for a kiss and finally met Jay's lips, which were as sweet as honey. His lips were soft, and your kiss turned into a passionate makeout session shortly after. You loved feeling his soft moans in your kiss and being all over him. His hands explored your body while you kissed his face and neck. As you sat on Jay's thigh, he looked at you, a bit surprised at how wet you were. You could care more, but there was no time for that. You started moving up and down on him, while your hands paused at the growing bulge in his pants. To make the moment even more intense, you started rubbing him through his pants, making him cry out for more of your touch. You can't help but smile when you see Jay acting like this. You slowly pulled down his pants and took his length into your mouth. He was already leaking precum, but you sucked on him until he was trembling under your touch. Jay's moans encouraged you to keep going. He gulped as he felt his erection grow harder. You stopped at this point. You pulled up your shirt, eager to be stretched out by Jay. To moan his name and feel him deep inside you.

Jay lined himself up with your entrance, and you slid down on him as slowly as you could. Your eyes got teary from the pleasure. He's right inside you, fitting perfectly.

"Jay," you said, your breath coming in gasps.

"F-fuck, baby. You feel so good." -he closed his eyes, keeping his hand on your waist.

You moved up and down, bouncing on him, resting your hand on his toned abs for support. The two of you were on the edge. You hadn't felt this way in a long time, and he helped you forget all the things that were stressing you out. As he hit your G-spot again and again, you felt a familiar knot building up in your stomach. Hot breaths and incoherent moans filled the room.

"Mhm, fuck Jay," -you said, rolling your eyes back.

"I'm going to cum, baby." -then you felt his cum filling up your hole. Just a second later, you came as well. You let out a series of moans from your pretty lips.

You collapsed onto Jay, your body finally giving in for the day. Once again, you melted into a sensual kiss, and he helped you clean up. You moved closer to Jay, still wanting to feel his presence nearby. He gave you a hug, just enough to feel his heartbeat. Before you knew it, you were sleeping next to him, feeling all the love he gave to you.

You didn't want the night to end, but you knew this was just the start of your love story. Even though you didn't want to start anything with Jay, you made love with him and you didn't regret it. You'd do it again by the time he wakes up next to you this morning. After all, he might be more than just the boy next door.

[lionneee]

Little Princess

English is not my first language, please be kind

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•Warnings: taking of sexual themes, drinking, degradation , chocking, smut, age difference.•

Previous part <- Current part

Modern!Father’s!Best!Friend!Aemond x Fem!Reader

When Aemond was young, he always had a difficult time making friends.

His brother and nephews bullying him didn’t make it any easier.

Even at home, her sister was too engulfed with her own life,e her friends, to even notice Aemond solitude.

His mother did try to spur him on, but she herself was alone, sipping alcohol late at night when everyone was asleep. His father worked all day.

Loneliness had always been Aemond’s company.

So he simply learned how to be happy with himself, in his loneliness, reaching a point where he actually started to prefer loneliness to company.

That’s why when one day at high school, Cole and his girlfriend Dyana, sat at his same lunch table, he wasn’t exactly happy, but for the sake of his mother’s worries, he tried to spend some time with them.

That brought them to be best friends over the time. 

Dyana and Cole clearly loved each other, it was clear just by the way they looked at each other, but they never made Aemond feel like the third wheel.

He remembered the day Cole barged in his parents house, ran in his bedroom and told him Dyana was pregnant. 

He was scared, panicked and anxious.

Aemond told him it was the worst idea in the world to keep the child, but that speech he gave seemed to make Cole realize how much he didn’t want to let it go.

Clearly that wasn’t where Aemond was aiming.

He let Cole make his choices, though.

More like mistakes, he thought at the time.

Aemond would have preferred to stay out of all the pregnancy situations, and even of the life of the future baby, but since they were the only friends he had, it was impossible for him to manage that.

He kept listening to the blathering about how much they wanted their child to have the best life.

So that’s why he was the one who drove them to the hospital the day Dyana’s water broke.

He never really understood what happened and Cole never spoke about it, but Dyana had issues while giving birth that led her to her death.

Cole was holding her daughter as the doctor told them and before he rushed back inside her room, he gave Aemond the little girl.

He remembered looking down at her, seeing her smile and chuckle to him as she looked at him with those big eyes of hers.

He didn’t expect that girl to move him so much with a stupid giggle, but she did.

So, in the memory of her mother, he promised to the same baby, and himself, that he would have provided her the best life she could have had.

He regretted that promise a few days later, when in the small apartment where Cole and Aemond used to live together, the girl kept crying and screaming in the middle of the night, when Aemond had an exam the day after, but he kept it regardless.

He gave her father a job, a well paid job, thanks to the connections of his family, and he had been the child's best friend.

He was her anchor whenever she needed one, her nurse, her friend, her father, her friend.

Whatever she needed, Aemond gave it to her.

He had always hated to see her cry, from the first day of her life till he had a memory.

He remembered the first day of school, when he dropped her off she was so happy, and that confused it even more when he saw her running to him in tears at the end of the day.

A stupid boy had told her she was ugly.

He walked to the boy, towering over him with his eye darkened in anger, and asked to talk to his parents.

He didn’t exactly keep it quiet, but it gave its fruits and she never had anyone bother her again at school.

But as he fucked her raw on his bed, making her come for the seventh time in a row that night, her cheeks puffy, red and full of tears, was one of the best sight he had ever had.

“Shh, just one more time. Come for me and I’ll come too –” He panted as he thrusted hard inside her, moaning in her ear, as he moved her leg higher. She was laying on her side, pressing her face in the mattress as she kept sobbing. 

He could see she was completely lost in pleasure, unable to think about anything if not the feeling of his body against hers, the feeling of his cock slipping inside her so harshly.

“Ah – Ah! A-Aemond - “ She gasped as he started moving faster, again, feeling the edge reaching him, again. With her loud cry, she came, trembling in his arms as he let out a strained moan, filling her core again.

His bed was wet from the mix of their juices that had been flowing out from her after her second orgasm, but they were too tired to care anyway.

“Shhh…” He hummed as he pressed his lips to the side of her face. “You did so good.” He turned her on her other side so he could see her face. She looked up at him with a low sob, as he wiped her cheeks with his thumbs. “Sleep, princess.” He hummed as he kept her close.

“I love you.” She mumbled as she cuddled up against him. He tensed immediately.

No.

What did I do? What have I done? 

He stared at the ceiling, lost in a tangle of thoughts. 

She’s too young; this isn’t right. I’m supposed to protect her, like I promised I would do.

Aemond closed his eyes, but sleep eluded him. 

How could I let it go this far?

Eventually, exhaustion overwhelmed him, pulling him under into a restless sleep filled with fragmented dreams that danced around the edges of guilt and desire.

The morning light crept through the window, casting soft rays that painted the room in hues of gold. Aemond stirred, blinking against the brightness.

He turned his head to find her still asleep beside him, her hair splayed across the pillow, peaceful expression.

His heart ached at the sight, but the memories of the previous night surged back, bringing with them a rush of conflicting emotions. He needed to think. He needed space to breathe, to figure out how to navigate the tangled web they had woven.

Carefully, he slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb her. He pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before quietly padding down to the kitchen.

He busied himself with breakfast, the rhythmic sound of pans clanging and the sizzle of eggs providing a distraction. He tried to focus on the simple act of cooking, but his thoughts kept drifting back to her, her moans, her tears, the way she had looked at him with such unguarded love.

“I love you.”

I can’t do this, he thought, frustration bubbling up. 

I can’t let this continue. It’s selfish.

He poured himself a cup of coffee, staring out the window as the sun rose higher in the sky, illuminating the world outside. The beauty of the morning felt starkly at odds with the turmoil inside him. He wanted to protect her, to keep her from feeling any more hurt, but how could he do that when he was the source of her pain?

After a few minutes, he moved to the table, pouring another cup for her and setting it next to a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. He wanted to be the person she had always turned to, the one who could make her smile, but now he felt more like a monster.

Aemond took a deep breath, steeling himself for the difficult conversation that would inevitably come. When she woke up, he would have to explain. He would have to find a way to tell her that they couldn’t be this way, that he wouldn’t allow it any longer.

“Good morning.” Her voice was soft, tired, and sleepy. He turned towards the entrance of the kitchen and saw her standing in front of the table.

He looked at her in silence as she sat on a chair, wincing slightly as she settled.

He felt proud for a moment.

She was still sore, and had problems sitting down because of him.

He forced himself to think about her words.

“I love you.”

His body tensed immediately, even if he tried to hide it by taking a sip of his coffee.

“You should go back to your father.” He said firmly, his voice not even betraying an emotion.

Her sleepy smile faltered as his words registered. She blinked, as if trying to process what he had just said, her expression shifting from soft contentment to confusion.

“What?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, eyes searching his face for some kind of explanation.

Aemond’s heart twisted at the sight of her, but he steeled himself, refusing to let the guilt show. He had to be firm. He couldn’t let his emotions cloud what needed to be done. He put down his coffee cup and stared at the table for a moment, gathering his thoughts. The silence stretched between them, thick with tension.

“You should go back home,” he repeated, more forcefully this time. “To your father.”

The words felt cold in the air, colder than he intended, but they needed to be said. He couldn’t allow this to go on.

She frowned, her hands gripping the edge of the table as if it were the only thing anchoring her in this moment. “Why are you saying that?” she asked, her voice tinged with hurt. “After last night, after everything, you’re just pushing me away?”

Aemond clenched his jaw, his hands tightening his hold on the mug of coffee. He wanted to tell her the truth, that he was terrified, that the weight of her love scared him in ways he couldn’t even explain. But instead, he swallowed down the raw emotion, locking it behind a mask of resolve.

“Because it’s what’s best for you,” he said, his tone sharp. “This… whatever this is between us, it’s wrong. You’re too young. I’m not the person you think you want.”

Her eyes welled with tears, and for a moment, Aemond felt like he was drowning in them. He hated seeing her cry. He had always hated it, from the time she was a child, to now. 

He had to end this, before they both fell even deeper into something they couldn’t escape.

“Don’t talk to me like I don’t know you.” She raised her voice. “You’ve been in my life since I was born. I know you.” She shook her head, shocked, unbelieving that he was breaking out with her. “I know who you are.” She repeated, hoping that he would change his mind.

His chest tightened, and he turned his gaze away from her, fixing his eyes on the window.

She stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor, her movements stiff and pained. She was still sore from the night before, and the reminder of what they had done sent a flash of both pride and shame through him.

“Don’t you care?” she demanded, her voice louder now, laced with anger and desperation. “Don’t you feel anything for me?”

Aemond’s heart raced, but he kept his face impassive. He couldn’t let her see how much this was tearing him apart. “I do care. Not…” he sighed, his voice lower,not the way you care. “You need to leave. This can’t continue.”

She shook her head, disbelief in her eyes, she stepped closer to him. “I know you care. I know you feel the same way I do.”

Aemond stood up from his seat, the air between them charged with tension. He wanted to reach for her, to pull her into his arms and tell her everything would be fine, but that would only make things worse. “It doesn’t matter how I feel.” He said, his voice hardening again. “What matters is that this is wrong. I made a mistake, and so did you. We both did.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, but she didn’t back down. “You didn’t seem to think it was a mistake last night.”

The truth of her words cut him, but he couldn’t let it show. “Last night was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened, and it can’t happen again.”

Her tears flowed freely now, and Aemond felt his own resolve beginning to crumble. He had to be stronger than this, stronger than the pull he felt toward her, the desire to just say screw it and fuck her on his kitchen table.

“You promised to take care of me.” She said, her voice breaking as she looked up at him with those wide, tear-filled eyes. He looked at her, surprise written on his face.

“My father told me, when I was young.” She explained. “Because I couldn’t understand why you were always there for me.” She sobbed. “But now you’re just pushing me away like none of that mattered.”

Aemond’s chest ached, the guilt threatening to overwhelm him. He had promised, and he had kept that promise for years. But this, this, was something entirely different. He couldn’t be what she wanted him to be, not without destroying both of them.

“I promised to take care of you, but not like this.” He sighed and looked away from her. “I will always take care of you.” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “But not like this. Not anymore.”

She stared at him, searching his face for any sign of softness, any hint that he might change his mind. But when she found none, she let out a small, broken sob, and turned away from him, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

“Fine.” she whispered. “If you want me to leave, I will.”

Aemond felt a sharp pang in his chest as he watched her move toward the bedroom, her steps unsteady. He wanted to call her back, to hold her and tell her he was sorry, but he couldn’t. He had already caused enough damage. The only way to protect her now was to let her go.

As she disappeared into the bedroom to gather her things, Aemond stood there, staring at the door, his heart heavy with regret.

What have I done?

She opened the door of her house, tears streaming down her face.

“Where the hell were you?” The cold voice of his father came as soon as she took one step further. She looked up at him, finding him in tears as well.

She felt a pang of guilt in her chest, a lump forming in her throat, making it hard for her to swallow.

“I-”

“No.” He took a step further. “Where were you?” He finished the phrase with a sob, and she felt her heart break.

“I’m sorry.” She bursted into tears. “Dad, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She choked out, covering her face in her hands in shame.

Aemond didn’t love her, and she made her father cry.

“Dad, I’m so sorry-” She sobbed, repeating the same words again and again.

She heard a sigh, then her father’s arms wrapping around her, holding her close to his chest.

She immediately melted in the hug, wrapping her arms around his middle tightly.

“I was so scared.” He muttered as he pressed his lips on top of her head, tightening his hug.

“I’m sorry dad.” She repeated again, hiding her face in his chest, her tears wetting his shirt, but he didn’t seem to care. 

She heard the sound of heels against the floor of her house, and found Alys walking towards them with a sad smile.

“I’ll go.” She said softly, and walked past them after her father gave her a nod, getting out of the house.

They didn’t move.

They hugged each other for minutes, in silence, just relishing in their closeness, after days of anger and hurt.

“Dad?” She mumbled.

“Yes, kid?”

“Can we talk?”

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[mochinomnoms]

For the Shrimper Chronicles: what about Azul realizing he’s in love with the shrimpy, and even realizing he probably has loved Jade and Floyd for a long time?

Doesn’t have to be a written thing, but I just think the idea of him having that realization would be cute—

Him realizing he doesn’t want to leave on his visits. Him realizing he misses Jade and Floyd. And he’s such an emotionally constipated dude, he probably tries to choke the idea out of existence. Maybe he gets a bit snippy or tries to bury himself in work and be distant. Though I think the twins would start to notice his change in behavior.

Maybe when he gets more comfortable, giving cute little courtship “test” trinkets to get a feel for it.

I wonder if there’d be a hierarchy to who he gives trinkets to first? Like, when courting an established poly, does he approach the shrimpy or the eels first? I feel like he’d probably spend a lot of time thinking on that.

TLDR: adorably overthinking octopus has a crisis on whether to/how to court a poly of his dear friends lol.

-👹🎏 (Devil Fish Anon?)

For me personally, I feel that the octopolycule would have had to already started with the twins and Azul during NRC in order for it to work. It feels like a more natural progression of their relationship from “business” associates to friends to lovers, which I can't really see happening when they get older. If you add in the relationship with Shrimpy, I feel like there's even less of a chance of it happening.

It's not impossible, though! I can see the polycule still happening later on if it was a case of the tweels and Azul knowing they liked each other deep down, but seeing Azul's childhood effected his sense of self-worth and ability to really get close to others, nothing ever happens.

When you come into the picture and get closer and closer to the three of them, that same issue happens again. Azul probably feels a bit of an ache in his heart when the three of you get together, but he'd never admit it.

The ache is worse because the three of you seem insistent on making him a cornerstone of your lives, he's at your home more than he is at his own! Forced to be a giant pillow for you three, as Floyd in particular giggles about how soft and squishy he is. Floyd has always been like that, though, even though Azul doesn't want to admit that the nuzzling is new.

Jade, despite his parents' insistence on taking more charge in the family business, still acts his right-hand man, often staying late with Azul at his restaurants. He's always ensuring Azul eats well…extraordinarily well…based on the complicated and filling meals he makes. Azul doesn't want to put more meaning into it, caecilians might court via food, but morays don't…mostly anyways.

You seem particularly insistent on involving him with your little ones' lives, much more than any uncle should be. He doesn't want to mistake the adoring look in your eye as he cradles one of the fries in his arms. The worst part is that he can't bring himself to argue against it when he starts being called 'Baba Zuzu', it's so cute, so sweet, and he just wants to pretend that the kids are his too when you curl into his side with the fries in his arms.

He is just ever so slightly emotionally stunted, and as smart as he is, he also is an Olympic Pro at mental gymnastics. My favorite way of the polycule becoming official is when Azul is laying in bed with all three of them, you in his arms, Floyd practically splayed over him and you on the left side, and Jade tangling his tail with Azul's tentacles as he rests his chin on the top of his head. And let's not forget the kids curled with each other on top of his chest.

It takes a moment, just as Azul is falling into a blissful sleep, cradled against his family, when the 'his' part of that sentence hits. His eyes snap open, as he realizes.

"Wait a second..."

[hubbypossession]

"Dad?! What the fuck are you doing here?!" Elijah screamed as he stumbled backwards onto the boat. "How did you-?!"

"Sorry to startle you babe. It's me, Julian. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I was thinking about how hot your dad was... and..." Julian trailed on as he pulled his new sexy silver fox body up the ladder from the water.

"AND WHAT?! Julian! How did you even do this? Why do you look like my dad! And worse, my dad in your speedo!" Elijah yelled as he motioned to his own father's bulge, now comfortably fitting Julian's blue speedo.

"Maybe now's a bad time to tell you I'm a shapeshifter. I guess you were going to find out eventually. I was hoping I could tell you once you got to know me a little better first. I didn't mean to become your dad... It just kinda... happened." He trailed on.

Elijah stood in silence for a few moments before turning back around and looking at his boyfriend, now donning the appearance of his father. "How are you a shapeshifter? Like, you can just become anyone you want?"

"More or less. I try not to use my power often. I won't lie, when you were showing me family pics of you and your folks earlier, I just couldn't stop thinking about how hot your dad is." Julian said ashamedly.

"I mean... where do you think I get my good looks from?" Elijah said, half-joking.

"I'm really sorry. I know this is weird. I think I can concentrate and change again. Give me a second."

"What? No, I mean. You don't have to. It must be hard for you to change." Elijah quickly rebutted, realizing he was now slightly turned on.

"Oh? You wanna spend the weekend with your old pop, huh son?" Julian questioned, now leaning into his character. "There's nothing wrong with this. I'm not really your dad."

"Yeah?" Elijah said, now sauntering up to his dad and tracing the hairs on his chest down towards his bulge. "You do wear him well. I never would have thought my dad would look good in a speedo."

"Just you wait son. You're gonna learn a whole lot about the new me this weekend." Julian said, taking his boyfriend's hand and guiding him towards the cabin. "This is just the start of our fun together."

[therealcocoshady]

Kinktober - Day 3 - Pet Play (Part 1)

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

A/N : Hey guys ! I'm a couple of hours late for Kinktober Day 3 but here it is ! The prompt is pet play. I actually got really inspired by it and as it turns out, I got somewhat ambitious and it is a long one. I'm not done with it so I will be releasing it in two parts. That way, you can still have something to enjoy on the day of 🤭. Please mind that this is my personal take on pet play, which is informed by reading that I have done on the subject. This kink can look different depending on people's dynamic ! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it ❤️

CW : pet play, implied d/s dynamic, soft domination, vanilla

« Honestly, I wouldn’t mind being someone’s pet ». Little did you know these joking words would be the end of you. 

You’d known Marshall for a little while. You had quite a few friends in common and, in spite of your age difference, you had become quite close. You namely shared a love for music and a questionable humor, as well as a knack for pushing the jokes a little too far. Everyone you knew said that the two of you had a chaotic duo energy but they had to admit that it was very distracting. It was all dark humor and banter. You always made fun of each other and you were never short on jokes that capitalized on his status as a lonely, single fifty something man with an hermit reputation. The age thing and relationship status were true. However, he was far from being lonely, or an hermit. Still, you enjoyed teasing him. You were spending the afternoon at his place, just the two of you, browsing through his cassette collection and discussing the latest hip-hop drama, when he made a snarky comment in passing about your recent breakup. Something about your relationships never lasting too long because of you being impossible. « That’s a lot of nerve for someone who’s been single for what ? Four, five years ? At least I’m putting myself out there. You should try that sometimes. », you clapped back. « I didn’t- I mean… You know. I’m just saying you don’t know how to pick guys that can actually handle you. », he tentatively clarified. « I’m not impossible », you argued. « For these dudes, you are », he hummed. « Whatever », you sighed. « Why don’t we focus on you, huh ? You talk as if you were such a big relationship expert buy you’re the lonely, single one. I still have a bunch of options. You, on the other hand…». He stared at you with an amused look on his face. « I’m all good, thank you for your concern, Y/N », he said calmly. You chortled and mumbled something inaudible, causing him to sigh. « To be fair, I’d rather be alone than have to deal with the whole relationship thing », he stated. « So… You don’t miss dating ? Like… You’re ok with the possibility of ending up alone ? » you asked with a raised eyebrow. 

«Yeah I wouldn’t mind some company but I don’t care about it that much », he shrugged. « Besides… Just because I’m not dating doesn’t mean I’m lonely. ». You hummed. Ultimately, Marshall’s dating life was none of your business. But as his friend, even though you sometimes joked about it, you didn’t want him to be alone. You knew him enough to know that, even though his family and friends kept his social life fulfilled, he could easily get into his own head. In truth, you were concerned. « How about a pet ? » you suggested with a smile. « I wouldn’t be a good pet owner, especially now that it’s just me at home » he chuckled. « I work too much. And I’m not sure it’d be too happy here ». You let out a giggle and looked around you. He had this massive mansion all to himself and you could definitely imagine a couple of cats or dogs living their best life. « Yeah, you’re right. Huge houses usually don’t make great spaces for pets » you said sarcastically. He shook his head and smiled. « Here’s the issue : if I want some live-in company, I’d need something as independent as a human being but as easy and docile as a pet » he chuckled. You hummed in understanding, thinking to yourself that this man was definitely too complicated. You already knew it but sometimes, it showed more. « Too bad it doesn’t exist. Maybe we wouldn’t have to deal with you being all cranky if it did » you joked. « I mean, it does. It’s just hard to find the right match » he shrugged evasively. « Huh ? » you asked with a raised eyebrow. « I mean, you know. Like… Different kinds of pets » he hummed. You still didn’t get it. You stared intently, waiting for him to elaborate. But he didn’t. « Like… robots ? » you asked. The question made him laugh, as if you had said some sort of joke. « I know you’re younger, but I didn’t think you’d be so innocent » he chortled. « Like what ? I really don’t get it ! » you defended yourself. « Like pet play, Y/N. That’s what I’m saying. Like… Real people being pets, it’s a thing». You ket out a giggle. « You mean people dressing up in the bedroom for some kinky shit ? » you asked jokingly. « I mean, yeah, that exists. But some people go kind of deeper than that. Even in non-sexual ways. They just have that relationship with someone, where they let go of tension, responsibilities, and they let the other person direct them and care for them ». You hummed, understanding a little better. In truth, you hadn’t really heard of that before. « So they’re treated… like an animal ? Like, they’re fine with being treated like a dog ? » you asked with your eyebrows furrowed. « Some people actually enjoy that. But it’s not so much about feeling like an animal. It’s just letting go, trusting someone to be responsible for your wellbeing. Like, they have rules, boundaries, and they can unwind ». You nodded, finding that it actually made some sense. « You seem to know a lot about this, old man », you teased. He shook his head and gave you an enigmatic smile. « I’m 51. I know a lot about a lot of things. ». You hummed again and chuckled. « That doesn’t seem so terrible. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind being someone’s pet. Maybe it’d help with the constant noise in my head. ». He stared at you intently and chortled. « Right. You. A pet. » he said mockingly. « What’s that ? You don’t believe me ? What are you saying exactly ? » you asked, falsely offended. 

« You’re an agent of chaos, that’s what I’m saying », he chuckled softly. « I’ve been friends with you long enough to know you’d suck as a pet. You just don’t have what it takes ». You crossed your arms, almost vexed by his comment. You couldn’t exactly deny being rather skilled as an agent of chaos, but there was no way in hell you would let him say you weren’t good enough. « You think you know me that well, huh ? », you challenged him. « Maybe I’m not the problem, you know ». He raised an eyebrow. « Meaning ? », he asked, as if to make sure he understood the implication quite right. « You heard me », you said defiantly. « You’re would suck as a pet but, really, you’re the one who wouldn’t have what it takes ». His eyes opened a little wider and he scoffed, shifting to an assured stance. « Is that right ? », he asked. « Oh yeah », you teased.  « You wouldn’t be up to the challenge ». There. You had said them. The magic words that, you knew, flipped a switch inside of his brain. In the few years you’d known him, you had come to learn that Marshall didn’t deal well with people doubting him. And, petty as you were, you didn’t shy away from using that against him from time to time. « You know what ? Let’s settle this. I’ll show you », he challenged. You froze for a second because laughing. « Show me what ? » you asked. « That I’m up to the challenge », he replied. « I’ll prove to you that I’d be quite skilled as a master. You’re the one who would not last a day ». Now, you were the one being provoked. You crossed your arms and tilted your head, gesturing for him to elaborate. « You try being my pet for 24 hours. We’ll see who lasts longer. You or me. Then, you’ll now if you’re terrible as a pet or if I suck as a master. Deal ? ». You stared Ito his baby blue eyes. 

« What’s at stake ? » you inquired with a raised eyebrow. « Honor », he simply shrugged. « That’s the answer of someone who knows he’s going to eat his words », you teased. He looked at you and let out a sardonic chuckle. « Alright, smart-ass, what do you want ? » he asked, seemingly dubious. « Amazing Fantasy #15 » you immediately replied. He let out a laugh and shook his head, as if you had just made a joke. You stared at him with your arms crossed, standing on business. « Do you even know how much this thing costs ? » he challenged. Only you did know how much it cost. That comic book was a rarity, a holy grail. One he kept somewhere in a safe and had always refused to let you borrow, arguing that you were way too clumsy to be trusted with the diamond of his collection. « Last one that was auctioned was sold for over three million. I know. », you answered matter-of-factly. « Though rumor has it that you paid a third of that price for yours», you added. « We’re not betting a million dollar-worth comic book over some stupid pet play joke », he warned. « Relax, grandpa. I’m not suggesting you hand it over. I just want custody of it for a week. », you said. « Two hours. With gloves and supervision. », he counter-offered. « Two days. Here. No supervision. I’ll agree to the gloves. Besides… I thought you were confident. Are you backing down, old man ? », you grinned. « Put some respect on your owner’s name, pet » he grinned as he extended his hand. « You got yourself a deal. But if I win, I want your imperial star destroyer ». You stared into defiantly into his eyes and shook his hand, determined to make him eat his words and win your bet. Not only were you a sore loser and you really wanted to read that comic book, but now that the most precious item of your Lego collection was at stake, you absolutely refused to let him win. « You’re not my owner », you said. « Not until next weekend, that is », he replied with a grin. 

The two of you had agreed that the bet would start on Friday evening at 8PM and that you’d have to be a docile pet for a whole 24 hours. You’d spend the weekend at his place, which wouldn’t be the first time, since he often had people over. You hung out with him often and you’d stayed over in the past. His huge mansion was the perfect place for entertaining people and he tended to take advantage of that. In the preceding days, you had done research on the pet play dynamic, trying to figure out what you should expect. It appeared to be quite a spectrum, with various roles and possibilities. You had agreed to leave the details to Marshall and, although you inherently trusted him, you sort of counted on him to be an asshole to some extent. That being said, you’d previously had a conversation regarding limits, so you knew he was aware of things you absolutely wouldn’t agree to. He was one of your closest friends and he knew you pretty well anyway. That being said, you were a little curious as to what he had planned. Knowing him and his knack for making fun of you, you almost expected pranks. You wouldn’t put it past him to have dress you in some silly outfit and have you eat from a dog bowl.

When you arrived at his place, you greeted him with a hug, as usual. He took your bag and you went to sit on the couch. « I’m surprised you haven’t already bailed » he gently teased. « You know I’m not a quitter, Mathers. Besides… I really want to read that comic book. » you replied with a grin. He hummed and moved a little closer to you. « So, we’re doing this, huh ? » he asked. « Unless you already want to-» you began. « I’m good, pet » he cut you. « Let’s see if you can handle it for a day ». You looked at him defiantly, willing to show you were absolutely not willing to back down. « Bring it on, old man. Whatever you have planned, I can and will handle » you said. He chuckled and walked to fetch something from a drawer. « I figured you’d need something to fully get into it » he said with a grin as he handed you a collar with a little bell on it, as well as a pair of clip-on cat ears. You gave him a side-eye. You knew he would do something corny like this. Still, you weren’t one to fold, so you immediately put them on. « How do I look ? » you asked. « Pretty cute » he admitted. « So, we’ve established that I’m going to be a cat ? » you asked. He shook his head and shrugged, as it it didn’t really matter. «Pets don’t talk, now, do they ? », he asked with a playful grin. « So be a good girl and shut up unless I ask you something or allow you to speak, alright ? », he added. You pursed your lips and stared at him, tempted to run your mouth, but you ended up nodding, not without a slight eye-roll. He chuckled and cupped your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb. « Good girl », he softly praised. « And since I’m nice, I’ll pretend I didn’t notice you rolling your eyes ». You were used to having physical contact with Marshall. As a friend, he wasn’t one to be stingy with hugs. But this was different. It was caring and warm and intimate. You sort of liked it, though. As innocent as it was, it sent some kind of warmth through your body, the way he had gently cupped your face and asserted his dominance. He took you to the movie room, suggesting to watch a movie. You figured the weekend and that stupid bet might turn out to be enjoyable. After all, lounging in a lavish mansion, with the promise of being taken care of didn’t sound like a total nightmare. Even if that implied remaining silent and surrendering to someone else. You walked to one of the couched but, before you had the chance to sit, Marshall cleared his throat. « No pets on the couch », he hummed. You immediately gave him a side-eye, although you remained silent. You stood there, watching him. « Don’t look at me like that », he chuckled. « I’m not a monster. I’m not going to make you sit on the floor. I actually got you something ». He went to a corner of the room and brought what resembled a dog bed. Only, it was human-sized and seemed rather comfy, almost luxurious. He positioned it next to the touch and gestured to it, a smile tugging at his lips. « Did a bit of shopping, this week. Wanted to make sure my pet had everything she needs. What do you think ? », he asked. Judging by his smile, you could tell he was pretty proud of himself. Apparently, the collar and the corny cat ears were not enough and you wondered what else he’d bought. « Are you serious ? » you asked. « Are you backing down already ? » he playfully retorted. « Not at all. This looks… Fine, actually ». You kneeled and took place on the dog bed while he sat on the couch. To your surprise, it was one of the comfiest things you had ever sat on, and you almost automatically curled up on the soft fabric as Marshall stared at you with a smile. « See ? ». 

You silently hummed and he picked the movie, opting for some classic comedy, one genre he actually knew you liked. You settled, a little bit apprehensive. Calm and focus had never been your forte and, as much as you enjoyed lounging in front of a movie, knowing you had to be obedient was a little challenging. You were starting to get antsy and fidget a little and Marshall seemed to pick up on it. He gently placed a hand on the top of your head and traced small circles with his fingers. « Relax, pet. Just focus on the movie and ease up ». You hummed and tried your best to ease the tension of the past week. It had been stressful at work and you could feel it in your neck and shoulders. As soon as he saw you stretch your neck and shoulders, he placed his hands on your trapezius muscle region and gently started to massage. You closed your eyes and hummed in approval. « Better ? » he asked softly after a few minutes. « Yeah, thanks » you replied with gratitude, thinking that he wasn’t too bad when it came to caring for someone. « Good. Now just focus on the movie », he directed. You turned your head and focused on the screen. After a while, Marshall got up and left the room, only to come back after a few minutes with some snacks and water. « I know you never drink enough water or really eat when you’re working. Time to hydrate and eat. » he commanded. You looked at him with an appreciative smile and did as you were told. There was something freeing about all of this. You had thought the whole thing would be somewhat gimmicky, but he had actually anticipated your needs. He seemed kind of serious about this bet.  When you were done with the water bottle and the snacks, he gently patted your head. « Good », he gently praised. You gave him an appreciative smile and turned your attention back to the movie as his fingers kept on stroking your hair. Slowly but surely, the noise in your head started to quieten and you began to let go of all the tensions of the past week. In the back of your mind, you knew you were safe, with someone you trusted and felt safe with. When the movie ended, you were in some kind of zone, fully relaxed for the first time in ages. You knew where you were and yet, at the same time, you felt a little hazy. « All good ? » Marshall asked. You simply nodded with a soft smile, something different than usual in your eyes. You were usually in pocket rocket mode, especially around your friends. They were used to your erratic, sometimes chaotic energy, and how you never really stopped talking or fidgeting. No one was really used to seeing you calm and silent. Not even yourself. You could see Marshall smile and he extended a hand for you to get up and grab. « Time for bed, now, pet. I know you had a long day. You need to rest. ». You nodded again and followed him upstairs while he carried your bag. You expected him to drop it in the guest bedroom where you usually slept whenever you stayed over, but he seemed to have other plans in mind. He smiled as soon as he picked up on your confusion. « Pets sleep with their owners, now, don’t they ? » he said with a low voice that sent shivers down your spine. 

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 61 (Conrad's Childhood Memories)

cw: parental death, terminal cancer

"Come on, Conrad, if it gets too late the snow won't be good for building snowmen anymore! Can you even hear me with those things on your ears?"

"You know I hear you fine when you're two feet away from me, Malcolm. I only need them until I'm big enough for surgery."

"Then let's go!"

"Just a second. I've almost beaten the high score."

"Isn't that the same high score you've been trying to beat for weeks?"

"I almost had it! Whoever this ButtercupNesbeets is, they're amazing at this game!"

"If you think they're so amazing, why don't you marry them?"

Conrad turned up his nose. "Ew, gross. We're ten!"

"Well if they're not important enough to marry, it's not important enough to beat their high score! Let's go!"

Conrad followed Malcolm to the street. They passed his parents, Nancy and Geoffrey, whispering about something. Conrad thought he heard them say his name, but he knew it was impolite to ask - especially since his father was employed as the head of billionaire Chester Landgraab's security team.

They took the elevator down over one-hundred stories. Older brick rowhouses still stood in the shadow of skyscrapers, like the luxury Spire Tower where Malcolm lived with his family.

The boys built their snowman, laughing and carefree as they caught fresh flakes of snow on their tongue. Malcolm didn't make friends easily - his name scared other kids away, and his snobbish demeanor didn't endear him to those who weren't intimidated by the Landgraabs. But Conrad was kind to everyone, and his father's job meant he couldn't avoid spending time with Malcolm.

He was always quick with a rude remark if he didn't get his way, but Conrad spent enough time with Malcolm to see the side that feared never measuring up to his family's expectations. The side that loved music as much as Conrad loved video games.

The boys stood proudly in front of their finished snowman, then shared mischievous grins before knocking it down.

Cold crystals of snow flew through the air, burning their cheeks, but they laughed harder than they had since the time they pranked Malcolm's Uncle Johnny with pink dye in his showerhead.

Conrad's father stood at the edge of the snowy sidewalk. "Boys, it's getting late! Time to head in!"

"You're home!" Conrad cried, racing to give his father a hug. "I thought you'd be in Tartosa with Mr. Landgraab until the end of the week!"

"I had better reason to come home," he said, but sad eyes betrayed his smile as they were joined by Conrad's mother. Her lavender-coloured hair was her signature - the thing that let her stand out in a sea of grey suits and pressed style in busy San Myshuno, but the expression on her face was sallow and defeated.

"Are you alright, Mrs. Gordon? You don't look so good."

Malcolm's innocent question tipped Conrad's parents over the edge and both let tears drip down their cheeks. Conrad had never seen his father cry, and it frightened him. Stephen Gordon was always so stoic.

"What's going on?"

"One of my guys will get you home, Malcolm, but it's time to come on home, son. Your mother and I want to talk to you about something."

That was the start of the worst conversation of Conrad's life. "Your mother has cancer," his father explained. "But the doctors are going to do everything they can to make her better."

Conrad's lip quivered. "What do you mean? Won't the doctors be able to fix her like they're gonna fix my ears?"

"They hope so, son."

Next to his father, Conrad's mother sat quietly, with a lost look in her eyes. She was never at a loss for words.

He put his arms around her and smiled. "You'll be alright, Mom. Dad and I will take care of you."

As if pulled from a trance Helena smiled for her son, returning his embrace with a soft smile. "I know you will," she said. "But you're just a kid. I'm supposed to be taking care of you."

Years passed. Conrad got his ears fixed, but he cared much less about his own health than his mother's. He and his father shuffled her to and from her appointments week after week, year after year.

They learned never to trust a good test result, because no matter what doctors did to help, she got sicker. When she lost her gorgeous lavender hair to chemotherapy, she cried for days, and Conrad grew angry. He hated seeing her put herself through so much pain only for her health to get worse.

He hated the world for putting her through hell. But his father begged him not to burden her with his resentment in her condition, so he spent the hours between her naps keeping her company in her room.

"There's this new mobile game I like to play when I finish my homework. I've almost got the high score but there's always this one user with the best score for so many games I play. I can never beat them. I don't know who they are, but I think maybe they're just some weird vegan who does nothing but play video games all day."

His mother tried to raise a smile. "What makes you say that?"

"Their name is ButtercupNesbeets - like the new meat substitute everyone keeps talking about from that small town that's really old - Henley-on-Bagford or something."

"Henford-on-Bagley. I went there once. Made friends with a red fox."

Helena held tighter to all her memories these days. She knew she was dying and would give almost anything to stop it, but there was no cure for what she had. Her treatments were beginning to break her, and Conrad and his father could both see it.

But she pulled herself together for her son's fifteenth birthday. Doctors said she was rallying, but she seemed healthier. Happier. Conrad begged himself not to get attached to the idea she was healing. He'd watched her get sicker for years.

But he basked in this period when she could get out of bed, laugh, smile, and even make a trip to the Copperdale Fair. Conrad's parents fell in love on the midway there, and they'd always talked about returning with their son.

Helena Gordon was determined to see through one final dream. She rode the old Ferris wheel and posed for photos with her husband and son. She'd avoided cameras ever since she'd lost her hair, but she wanted to capture this time in a bottle and let her husband and son carry it with them after she was gone.

Conrad would always remember the trip more fondly than any other memory of his parents, but Conrad's fifteenth birthday was the last his mother would ever see.

The men she left behind faced grief in different ways, but would always lean on each other in the years after her death. ->

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NOTE: Writing this almost brought me to tears because I have fallen so hard for Conrad. His story is so tragic in so many ways, and I can't remember the last time I was this invested in the life of some pixels I was playing around with. He just intrigues me so much and I loved getting the chance to drop little Easter eggs about his future with the ButtercupNesbeets herself, and tiny dickhead Malcolm was fun to play with, too.

This isn't even all backstory there is to tell. Conrad and his dad, Stephen, will definitely be seen again in the past, but it will probably get a content warning, too, because a lot of their story is pain.

[nightingale-prompts]

Batboy admits the Truth

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(Remember when this was cute and fun)

It was a tense reunion. Batman sensed it and left Nightwing to handle it.

Nightwing was of course not happy. He was downright pissed actually.

"Danny Nightingale-Grayson! Running away again?! After last time?!" Dick was about to go on a long lecture when Danny interrupted.

"I'm sorry."

"You should be sorry! I was so worried!" Dick scowled as he tried to calm down.

"I know. I was just scared. You deserve an answer. A good one. I've never had to explain all of this so please just listen." Danny hoped that this was a good idea.

Dick huffed but this was the start that he wanted.

"I'm dead. Undead at least." Danny began.

"What do you mean? Like a zombie or…like Jason?" Dick asked.

"I don't really know. Jason is like me but I'm not like him. I'm more dead than him I guess." Danny didn't know how to nail that down, revenants are their own things. Several rungs down from where Danny was.

"And how did that happen?" Dick asked gently.

"It was an accident. I was just cleaning my family's lab. The portal wasn't working and I just wanted to take a look. I thought if it finally worked they would spend more time with us. But it turned on with me in it. I didn't learn until recently that a portal to the other side required a sacrifice and that was me. I made for a perfect sacrifice at that, children make for best ones." Danny tried to make a joke but it fell flat.

Dick saw stunned into silence. All this time…Danny you-" Dick was appalled that the same people who hated him for who he was were the same people whose negligence that caused him to be this way.

"Its fine though. They didn't mean for this to happen and I should have known better then to mess with the portal." Danny said defensively.

Despite everything he still cared about his parents at least a little bit.

"That is not fine Danny. You aren't fine Danny. They made you feel like you were not human." Dick said exasperated.

Danny shook his head his face contorted.

"Dick…I'm not human." He said simply. It was plain as day "I thought you understood that. I haven't been just human in a long time. When I had wings did you believe I was human?"

"That is not what I meant. You know that. I just-"Dick didn't know what he was doing. "I'm sorry. Continue."

"I got to play hero for a while. It was exhausting but I liked it. I defended the town from all sorts of ghosts. Then i learned why they were running from their home. All the while a monster like me appeared and he…" Dark Danny's memories flooded his mind. He wasn't a ghost or a human in Danny's mind. Monster was the only thought that came to him.

Dan had haunted him since. He would always be a version of Danny that's possible even if the Nasty Burger incident doesn't happen. All it takes is for Danny to suffer another loss. It almost happened again when his parents caught him.

"I learned a lot from that experience. More then that I earned a title that made me important to the other ghosts. They are actually really cool. But when I got home my parents told me that their real son was dead and I was just a ghost in his body. They called me a murderous monster and then they…cut me open." Danny took a deep breath. His throat felt tight as he held back tears. "I…ran. I escaped and lived with the ghosts."

Danny still remembered sobbing into Clockwork's arms while covered in blood.

"I saw a potential future where this happens but I had hoped it would not come to pass." He said holding Danny in his arms.

The problem with ghosts is while they can heal quickly they are damaged by mental pain far more. Danny healed slowly from his wounds and the scars remained.

Clockwork had taught Danny shifting to help improve the boy's mental flexibility and get heal in a better head space. He knew he had to ask Nocturne to take Danny's mind and spare him from further pain when he was kidnapped. Perhaps it was foolish but the event was going to happen regardless.

Dick took in this information as best as he could but it still made him irate. Danny had been through so much but he never let that mask slip until now. He still chose Dick to be his guardian even while he battled his fears of abandonment. Even after being betrayed by people he only wanted to love him.

Dick put a hand on Danny's cheek. The teen looked at him with the pain of a child left all alone. Danny, touched starved, leaned into Dick's hand.

"Danny, I'm so sorry they did that to you. You deserve so much better. I don't care what you are, you're my son." Dick said softly.

Danny's face twisted.

Son.

He wasn't fond of that word. Bring someone's son never meant much. No, when he had a sister who filled the role of his caretaker. Danny never needed a mom or dad before so the words felt hollow, like placeholders.

But Danny didn't say anything. He just wanted this internal fight to be over.

"Can we just go home?" Danny sighed.

"Yeah, sure kiddo." Dick reassured, "Do you want to go to Batburger on the way?"

"Yeah, can I get jokerized fries?" Danny immediately perked up at the sound of his favorite fast food.

"I think they don't sell those anymore." Dick tried to sound casual because no one had actually told Danny that the Joker was dead just missing.

Well everyone believed that he was missing. It was best not to tell the public that the one of the Bats actually committed murder. Thankfully no one is going to care if Joker doesn't commit another crime spree and won't ask too many questions. Honestly, Duke and Jason are having a fantastic time.

"Really? Why?" Danny asked tilting his head kind of like a puppy.

"….no idea." He shrugged.

(Now back to the regularly scheduled fluff, i swear.)

[emilybahu]

My Thoughts While Watching 8x01 of 9-1-1:

(Literally no one asked for this and it’s so late, but whatever… I had fun spending an hour and a half watching a 43 minute tv show episode to share my thoughts 🤷‍♀️)

1. Oh this poor man just bought his new plane then he gets caught in a beenado… what did he do to deserve that?

2. Oh crap oh crap! He about to crash!!

3. God damn Gerrard… I hate him with every fiber of my being😠

4. EDDIE I love you, I love you, I love you! But now that Gerrard said he likes the mustache it’s gotta go…

5. BUCK’S CRULS ARE FREE!!! Omg I just love him so much he’s so pretty!

6. Also, Gerrard 🙄🙄🙄

7. 3 MONTHS AGO! Not much of a time jump my ass! LIARS!

8. Who are you Gerrard? Donald Trump? Building a fence (wall)…

9. ATHENA! Hey queen! Oh wait, they making you transport the man who killed your fiancé… yikes 😬

10. He requested her!?

11. Buck… BUCK! What are you doing!? Get away from the ledge!

12. “Don’t jump!” “Why not?” 😀 Buck you know perfectly well why we don’t want you to jump, and it has nothing to do with the quote below.

13. “Gerrard would just make us clean you up off the sidewalk.” This line is hilarious and so not hilarious at the same time!

14. My poor baby boy! Buck come here let me give you a hug!

15. Chimney making fun of Eddie’s mustache 😂

16. Bobby the technical advisor 🤭

17. It’s so funny that there’s a show within the show!

18. Poor Bobby, like it is partially his fault that he’s not at the 118 right now, but you can tell he misses his team 🥺

19. Oh this kid, I love her already! And fair question Mom, what exactly does she mean by “hooking up”?

20. OH NO THE BEEEESSSS!!!

21. Yesss Buck and his fun facts! I love it!

22. Ugh 😑 Gerrard, that’s rude, our favs at the 118 are beautiful! You’re just salty because you’re old and ugly and no one likes you.

23. I’m sorry like half of this is gonna be me complaining about Gerrard… he’s so rude though! How dare he yell at Josh like that, for something he can’t control.

24. No, no, no! The bees got in!

25. No, no, nope! ABSOLUTELY NOT! The bees fucking went down the second driver’s throat!? I’d be outta there in a second!

26. Why did you smack the bee!? Aahhhhhh no!

27. Thank god the girl is okay! Oh damn, of course the mom gets stung too!

28. “Why do I taste honey?” SIR?!

29. Oh god no!

30. This poor kid, this has got to be so incredibly traumatic, she had to give her own mother an EpiPen.

31. God I’m sorry, I just love Buck so much! That little smile when the bee landed on his finger! ☺️

32. Good lord here I go again… what the hell Gerrard! Buck saved the patients and you’re reprimanding him!

33. “It’s a beenado” 🐝🌪️

34. Bobby and Athena house hunting! I love them!

35. Here goes Athena breaking my heart…💔

36. Eeeeeee! Family dinner! I love this so much!

37. Mara calls them Mom and Momma! It’s too cute! And Jee omg I can’t even with her! She’s precious!

38. Awwww Chimney bonding with Mara over Harry Potter! I love that for them!

39. Yes Denny, their boss is a jerk, you are very correct!

40. Eeeeeeee! Tommy! I didn’t think we’d see you in episode one!! Yay!!!

41. Literally I got so excited when I saw the cupcakes and the sign, I thought Chris might be coming back… oh how I was wrong.

42. Oh my boys! I love them so much! I NEED to see more of Buck, Eddie, and Tommy together!

43. I may or may not have actually screamed… Buck and Tommy flirting! They are so adorable together I can’t handle this!

44. Oh Eddie, bless his heart! So excited to talk to Chris and wish him a happy birthday. Meanwhile his son still can’t look at him, even though a computer screen. 😢

45. He made such an effort, just for the screen to freeze and for Chris to leave him hanging. You can see the man’s heart breaking behind his eyes. My heart broke too, but I understand the kid needing time.

46. But seriously seeing Eddie’s lip quiver like that when his mom mentions putting in a pool… PLEASE CHRIS COME BACK TO US! We can’t handle seeing your dad this heartbroken! 💔

47. This woman be here having a midlife crisis, making her own fragrance, only for the bees to crash her party.

48. “Tomorrow is going to be flawless” cue the giant swarm of killer bees just hanging out on top of the tent.

49. Oop her party is ruined…

50. Oh not Buck volunteering Eddie ass the bee bait! 😂

51. “But why me?” “Because you’re the fastest runner!” Stop it now I’m cackling! 🤣

52. The close up of Eddie’s face has me wheezing! 🤣🤣 Oooo he runnin’!!

53. Oh that close up bee cgi is sooo bad it’s hilarious! 🤣

54. Yeah sure, duct tape fixes everything, but why is it in the medical bag!?

55. “I’ve been shot before, I’m pretty sure I can handle this.” It’s funny because the beekeeper was talking to the bees not Eddie! 🤣 (sorry for the excessive use of the laughing emojis I can’t help it)

56. Come on man, Buck is like a little puppy, you gotta give him some praise!

57. And we have Buck with the episode title drop!

58. Noooo Athena! 😢 Come on let me give you a hug! 🫂 So much ✨Trauma✨

59. Ooo this is a fishy situation…but Athena knows what’s up.

60. NO ONE and I mean no one messes with Athena Grant! She knows her shit!

61. She straight up locked this man in a trunk of a car in the middle of the desert! My dude, what!?

62. “Get yourself back to LA in one piece.” Little did she know what was going to happen next…

63. Not the actor being star struck by Bobby, I love that!

64. “I’m gonna study you tip to tail” 🤣

65. Good god Gerrard you got everyone watching Buck like a hawk to make sure he doesn’t deck you.

66. Eddie walking behind Gerrard signing to Buck to cut it out… he tried to help

67. “Broody little pout” 🤣✨

68. Do WE need to remind YOU Gerrard who’s the TRUE captain of this firehouse… news flash it’s NOT YOU!

69. Eddie in the background, we all know he’s got Buck’s back

70. Eeww I just paused on the close up of Gerrard’s mouth… gross. Also, have I mentioned that I HATE this man.

71. Oh my good god! Buck’s eyes are fucking beautiful!

72. Woah, oh wow, that was crazy dude! I seriously can’t tell if Buck snapped and tackled him to the ground, or if he did it to save him.

73. OH CRAP! OF FUCKING COURSE ATHENA WAS ON THE PLANE FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE!

[bunnihearted]

im sorryyyyy i dont wanna be a mean bitch but genuinely i feel like im the one of only ppl who are actually alone bc i keep seeing all of these ppl complain abt how alone they are then they post a bunch of pics with their friend groups and they go on trips and celebrate their birthdays with friends and im like 😦?????????? im ngl i lowkey feel betrayed bc like yes sure we can relate on "feeling lonely" but ig at the end of they day im so sorry im not saying this to gatekeep loneliness or whatever but like u just cannot relate to what it feels like to not only feel lonely but also be alone and not even have people who want to spend moments with u. and feel and be like on your birthday you're alone. on your insta you're alone. irl u dont have ppl who even want to make plans with u. i know i know that everyone's loneliness is valid and you can still have partners and friends and feel lonely and that is valid i really do think so. idk i just feel so fkn alienated from everyone, including people who say theyre lonely - bc they still have ppl to talk to and ppl to be with and ppl who wants to be with them and consider them their friend lol.... i dont have anyone to take pics with or have groupchats with or go to concerts with or go for walks with and i dont have anyone to message abt stupid things or blah lahblahblah it doesnt even matter atp

[caspersscareschool]

he literally sews his kids stupid little outfits from scratch does anyone even fucking care

[lovecoredeity]

fun scene idea that I’ll probably never get around to drawing: someone grabbing a wanted poster from a board or wall only to reveal a missing persons poster featuring the same person as on the wanted poster underneath it (also the reward for them as a wanted person is higher than the reward for returning them when they were missing)

[faaun]

pls i need to provide updates

[bixiaoshi]

i told my mom im going out on my own for my birthday and she was like "that's so sad" so i asked if she'd go out w me and she didn't answer she's so funny

[visceravalentines]

this is a post scribbled angrily in glitter pen in my diary pls ignore <3

[totalspiffage]

My brain feels like it's been in a complete fog for like 6 months but I'm trying my best. That and the resurgence of nerve pain and NEW pain in my spine has been great I love bodies.

[stuworbutwithchipmunks]

I think we should talk more about how CGI Brittany has the career 80's Brittany always wanted.