#or rather my husband went to high school with him and when i moved into town i got to know him too!

[famewolf]

I might try and be brave and go to a little event in June where a few queer folks and allies are going to businesses and weaving the colors of the progress pride flag onto their fences

the coordinator either already talked to, and/or was reached out to, by these businesses so it's just a matter of touching up their fences from last year or weaving new flags for them!

I want to be more active in making our community visibly friendly! and it's really cool that I just happen to know the guy who is the leader of queer activism in the area

[yandereend]

Yandere Househusband

The wedding

P. 2/?

TW : normal yandere stuff, dubcon, reader is into it?, Tyler talks about children, both are like 18 or 19

Btw English is not my first language so please keep that in mind

🩵Also thanks to everyone who wrote nice comments under the first post🩵

You sometimes watched those trashy shows about the bridezillas who were obsessed with their weddings and made everyones live hell. Like many people you hopped to never be in a situation like this. But here you were sitting besides your fiancé while he discusses flower arrangements, acting like a giant brat.

Is it so hard to put together bouquets with ALL pink flowers?!

Sir we dont have enough pink lillies for all your decorations. You should reconsider some of your choices-

I‘m surrounded by idiots!! My spouse wanted pink lillies so i don’t care if you don’t have them stocked!! Just buy them!

That would be even more expen-

Just do it !!!

And with that Tyler took your hand and you both exited the flower shop. It was almost comical how such a small thing could affect a grown man so much, but hey it’s his day. Tyler had a big pout on his face so that called for your attention and pampering.

Tyler don’t be upset.

But its our day my darling, everything should be perfect! We spend so much time picking out your (suit/dress/whatever you want its your wedding) and my suit. The flowers have to match or everything was for nothing my dear!

Not everything has to be perfect.

Oh yes it does! Have you never been on pinterest ?

That was the whole wedding planning in a nutshell , just an avid pinterest user placing together the wedding of their dreams( yandere style). Sometimes it was cute seeing Tyler being so invested in the wedding, other times it was more than annoying to cater to his perfectionism.

You also often thought about how quickly things progressed. I mean you just graduated high school and are already engaged and working for your fiancés father. Tylers father, Eric, was a great boss, you often wondered why people were scared of him. It’s just your nice father in law! Always explaining everything to you and hyping you up as the next in line of the family business. I mean you’re almost a part of it.

And Tylers mother, Ramona, was the same, always acting like she’s your real mother and caring for you. Not to mention Tyler himself. You were not suprised when he didn’t went out to look for a job or university, he always promoted the idea of a traditional family with you as the breadwinner in the center. And hey, his parents gifted you a house as an engagement gift, so its safe to say that you wont suffer in the presence of those saints.

At least that’s what you thought of them, little did you know that they were the reason why most of your friends cut contact and your family hardly called after you moved out. But hey who needs them anyways.

So while all these thoughts ran through your mind here you were, walking down the aisle with your father and finally seeing the man of your dreams in his perfectly tailored suit and styled hair, with tears in his eyes witnessing your beauty.

Your wedding vow was rather short but still packed with the love you felt for your husband. And after he put himself together, because of his happy tears, he read the most beautiful wedding vow you ever heard touching your heart and everyone else’s in the chapel. So when you finally get to put the rings on each other’s fingers you both stand up there with tears in your eyes.

And when you both finally unite in a grand kiss your fate was finally sealed. Tyler had you finally completely in his grasp, even if you didn’t realize it. And he,as well as his family, will never let you go. So enjoy your wedding party with your family and friends, you won’t get to see them any longer my dear.

Till death do you apart.

🩵Thanks a lot I hope you enjoyed it, I am planning on making this a series so please comment ideas for your life with your new husband 🩵

[evieelyzabethh]

Hey can u do a spike smut

I have another Spike smut fic coming so I'm gonna use this to drop my sfw and nsfw Spike headcannons because fun fact, the buffy brain rot is real and I have over 100 pages of buffy reboot material. anyways...

warning: not proofread

sfw:

Spike purely smokes because he thinks it makes him look cool. I think when it comes to vampires, they either physically cannot feel the effects of drugs or are lightweights. He hates the smell of smoke, hence the duster jacket, and refuses to smoke in his crypt because of the shit ventilation

Speaking of smoking, William was most definitely asthmatic. He had no friends in boys school because too much physical movement sent him wheezing. He did enjoy horseback riding though

He has poetry stashed somewhere, I just know it. Under some slab of rock or rolled in some random alcohol bottle pirate style, it's somewhere.

Spike would love an English major or anyone who has a hobby aligned with creative writing. This doesn't mean he'd automatically show you anything he's written but he'd be more open to the possibility sooner rather than later.

Very picky with what he steals/wears. He will not just put any old rags on. He dressed Drusilla and he is a fashion icon and I stand by that

As for him with a partner, I do think he is the type to fall first and incredibly hard

I think how familiar you are with one another would dictate a lot. If you were a Scooby, I wouldn't say he'd keep his distance, but he wouldn't be super outright with his affection. There'd be some playful banter here and there, dare I say some flirting, and maybe even some gift-giving every now and again. He's like a crow, he'd be the type to drop things on your windowsill just because it reminded him of you

If you two didn't know each other, he'd most definitely be the stalking type. Every time you're walking home from school, there WILL be a dark figure following you around. You're getting harassed by some rando? If you paid attention to the newspaper, you'd see they mysteriously went missing. You can go from eyeing something while window shopping to it magically ending up on your doorstep

Never the one to make the first move. He wouldn't say a word unless he was 100% confident that you liked him back, and even then, there'd be a lot of hesitation

He would love a forward partner. Someone who makes his insecurities melt away and who he doesn't have to worry about them ever getting over him. When he loves, he loves forever. He has all of time to love you and his ideal partner would be someone who wants to spend all of time with him

He is such a romantic!!! I think he would be so into matching couples costumes or just matching outfits in general. Super into domesticity wherever he can get it, decorating a home together, cleaning together, cooking together, doing anything together

Since he can't have a job, I do see him being a house husband. It gives him something to do during the day. Wears a 'kiss the cook' apron and pouts if you don't give him kisses while wearing it. I headcannon that he spent time all over Europe, including France, and had some really good pastries at some cafe that closed like 200 years ago and made it his life's mission to recreate them. The grocery bill is high but it makes him happy

Valentine's Day is his absolute favorite holiday and he makes a big deal of outdoing himself every year. Not in terms of money or extravagance, but meaning. He treats every day as a new one to know more about you. It's not enough to know your favorite color, he needs to know the exact shade, exact hue, and exact context you love it in. He knows your allergies, remembers your favorite outfits, and keeps track of your cleaning habits so he can make everything shiny and new when you forget yourself. He becomes a master of all trades to make you whatever you want exactly how you want it

He does really like Halloween, too. He's a huge fan of the Scream movies. He dislikes when horror movies try too hard. Being so used to gore, blood, and guts, he prefers a funnier, more unserious scary movie

Speaking of blood, he starts out against drinking from you. He used to only do it to kill someone, or at least with the intent to cause harm. He didn't trust himself not to get overwhelmed and hurt you. But I feel like at some point he either gets hurt on patrol or his stash gets low and you both forgot to restock and he has to. It was a very close call, and he couldn't bring himself to even look at you after the fact. He only warms up to it if it's necessary. He avoids it, but there are always slip-ups. He has bitten you during sex a few times when he got a bit too into it. He says he refuses to do it unless it's for your pleasure

He is so obsessed with you, if you couldn't tell. You're his favorite person, favorite scent, favorite taste. Not to be slightly yandere on main, but he would kill for you and kill himself if he wasn't enough for you. Never leave you. Never hurt you. Spike would never.

nsfw:

He is neither an ass or tits guy, he's just a 'you' guy. Absolutely everything about you gets him going. You think it's funny at first until you're trying to eat a bowl of spaghetti and he's staring at you, hard. It's not his fault the stray sauce around your lips looked like blood and vampire you is a very hot concept to him

You guys have to own a house. The noise complaints would be too much and you'd get evicted. I do see him as more of a groaner than a moaner, but sometimes it's just too much and it's both. Sometimes it's just one hand gripping the pillow your head is resting on, the other on the headboard, and his head in the crook of your neck practically whimpering as you milk his cock

You also have a tendency to get pretty loud, and as much as he loves your voice, his super vampire hearing can't take it sometimes :(

Doesn't really matter the position, but it's hard and he's so big. You can feel him in your damn ribs and it's choking you up. You don't even realize how loud you are. It's not until you hear his raspy voice in your ear. "I know, love, I know. It's a lot, but I need you to be a bit quieter. You're hurting me." And you pout a bit and try to mumble apologies that just sound like gibberish. You try, futilely, but surely he must understand that you can't help it. Not when it's this good. He whispers again, rubs where your belly bulges from his dick, but it doesn't seem to work. He eventually flips you over to shove your head in the pillows and you were far too out of it to complain. You like it a bit rough anyway.

As mentioned previously, he is a biter. He can't help it, it's instinct honestly. Its not like you mind, you clench even harder when he does. The sudden smell of iron is drowned out by the stench of sex and sweat, and the piercing feel of his fangs into your neck only stings for a bit. He makes up for it by licking up whatever spills <3 Being with a vampire was always going to be at least a little painful

He likes his hair pulled. You're fingers in his hair in general is heaven on earth, but being pulled around a bit is nice

Has a thing for tearing your clothes off. He really does like being a vampire, feeling big and strong in a way he was never able to when he was human. There is a feral piece of him, maybe its the demon inside him or it was always present, but seeing your clothes in pieces after the fact just scratches the itch in his brain

Speaking of brain, enjoys giving and receiving head equally. Being absolutely obsessed with you, and very secretly obsessed with the taste of your blood, he could die happily with your cum on his lips. Between your legs is his favorite place for real. As for receiving, it's his favorite way of shutting you up in any scenario.

Bruises. Everywhere. Hickeys. Everywhere. He's possessive but not exactly an exhibitionist, they end up along your collarbones and your thighs. Places where they can easily be hidden or revealed

Plays old music because he's old. He refuses to use modern technology because he likes his old as dirt aesthetic but definitely plays sexy orchestral music. I simply do not believe him to be an RnB kinda guy

He likes seeing you in his clothes after!! Going back to the whole love for domesticity thing, it just feels right. He's, shockingly, not always a horny fuck in the morning. Sometimes it feels more right to just look at you, the pretty after sex glow on your face, your messy hair, your cheeks pressed into the pillow. If you get up before him and put on what he had on the night before, it just completes the picture.

When he is a horny fuck in the morning, it's still just as soft and slow as the non-sexual mornings. He likes to be the big spoon simply because it's easier to slide his dick between your thighs and hold your tits at the same time

[dreamofjoys]

DAY 4 KINKTOBER 2023

7 min in heaven? More like 7 days inside you!

Main Masterlist + Rules / Next Day of kinktober (5)

A/N: Please read the rules on my kinktober 2023 main masterlist before proceeding. Rule breakers will be blocked.

Characters involved (separated): Malleus draconia(TWST), Wriothlesly(Genshin), Ayato(Genshin), Nanook(HSR), Luo Cha(HSR)

Sypnosis: After getting officially married, you and your husband decided to finally go to your long awaited 7 days honeymoon in a resort at private island specially reserved by your husband! Those 7 days were meant to be fun and relaxing, but why are you so tired by the end of it?

C/W: Thigh riding in public area(library), needy and horny reader but they just encourage you more lel, praising

BY OPENING THE TAB BELOW, YOU CONSENT TO READ DC/SMUT WRITING + HAVE READ THE RULES

Day 4 Scenario

It came as a shock to you and your husband that there happens to be a library in the middle of a private island, at a resort. It was the 4th day of your honeymoon and the both of you had decided to explore around the island. "Wife, is my eyes playing tricks on me, or is that a library that I see?" Your husband gestures to the small cottage in front at the side of the pathway. Upon walking closer to the cottage, the both of you realised that it was indeed a library. There was a wooden sign beside the cottage engraved with the words "Library". For the first time in the honeymoon, your husband was the one genuinely looking excited. He intertwines his fingers with yours before pulling you in to cottage. Knowing your husband's fondness with books, you giggled at his excitement, squeezing his hand to let him know that you were okay with going to the library. To your husband's delight, the library was indeed filled with a variety of local books that could not be found back home. He picks up an old book before swiftly plopping down on a nearby couch. "Wife, come here." He pats on his man spread thigh, urging you to sit on his lap. You pout at his clinginess, hand reaching up to the bookshelves and picking a random book before getting yourself comfortable on his lap. "This much more better mhm." Your husband rest his chin on top of your head while both of his arm were encircled around you, holding onto the book and reading it like a bookworm that he is. You knew that the both of you were probably gonna stay here for a few hours, so you went ahead to flip open the book that you had randomly picked out, hoping to pass time. The book that you were reading was rather...... interesting. It was a typical romance story between 2 high school students, except they were doing the deed in an empty classroom. Your face flushed in red when you read through the whole paragraph. The author had managed to write the scene in such a detailed and erotic manner, to the point where you can feel your wetness seeping through your folds, staining onto your panties and eventually wetting on your husband's pants. "Oh dear," your husband looks down at your book, reading the very same paragraph that had made you horny and needy on him. "That's quite a book there, wife."

𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗨𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗔

He is quick to set his (and yours) book aside, hands planting onto your waist as he guides your body to grind your pussy on his thigh. "Don't be shy, just let out your inner desire, love." Malleus encourages, and his lips curls out into a smirk when your hips starts moving faster and faster.

A quiet moan slips out of your lips when the material of Malleus's pants rub against your sloppy folds. Malleus could feel his cock throbbing hard in his pants but he focuses on pleasing you instead, groping onto your breast and pinching on your nipples to give your extra stimulation.

"Oh dear," He mumbles, feeling a pool of wet stain soaking through his leather pants on the area that you are riding on. "Did you just came without telling me? No no, let's do it again."

𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗟𝗬

He pretends to not notice the pool of arousal that has been staining onto his pants for awhile. You would have thought that Wriothlesly wasn't aware of it, not until the arm that was wrapped around your waist purposefully dragging you closer to his body.

You blushed in embarassment when you saw your slick on Wriothlesly's pants, which was evident by a "dark stain". "Wife, you just made a mess on my pants." Wriothlesly chuckles, his hand switches to grab onto your hips, guiding it backwards and forward on his thigh.

The stains on his pants had grown in size, with a white blooch of cum on it. The obvious evident of your cum was painted on him. Despite your embarassment, Wriothlesly only laughed at you, hands still rocking you back and forth on his thigh.

𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

"This feels like something we had done back home, isn't it?" Ayato smirks when you gradually starts on grind your cunt on him, small moans spilling out of your lips when the rough material of his pants rubs deliciously against your sex, sending waves of pleasures down your spine.

Grinding on Ayato's thigh was something that the both of you had been frequently doing whenever Ayato was busy with his work. It was something that allows him to get intimate with you while getting his work done on time. Like always, he would coo at you and praise you for being his good wife, knowing how to satisfy the sexual needs of your husband and yourself.

And now, even when you are both on vacation, he encourages you to grind your slutty sex on him more, rubbing on your clit so that you can chase onto your high faster.

𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗞

He can smell your arousal before it even starts staining onto your panties.

"Are you getting turned on by this book? Should we recreate this scene?" Nanook grunts when the smell of your arousal gets stronger and stronger, indicating that his suggestion was something that you indeed wanted.

However, he was an Aeon of Destruction for a reason. What's the use of upholding such a prestige title if he doesn't destroy first?

"Baby, grind on me and I will give you my cock." Nanook's lips curls up into a sinister smirk when you start rocking your hips back and forth on his thigh, whining about how mean he is to you. "Why can't you just give it to me first?" You pout, trying to act cute and hoping that Nanook would falter at your antics but he doesn't.

"You won't get it until you cum on my thigh."

𝗟𝗨𝗢 𝗖𝗛𝗔

Luo cha enjoys teasing you a little too much. He knows that you are horny, and yet he pretends to not know about it. His attention "returns" back to his book, letting you sit on his thigh flushed, needy and embarassed.

However, he would occasionally jerk up his thigh, letting the fabric of his pants brushed onto your clothed sex. Luo cha would apologise for the inconvenience, saying that he needed to stretch his leg muscle.

He can feel your sex throbbing in need, your slick already making a mess on his pants. Maybe if you tell him that you need him, then he will indulge you a little?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I start giving some very *very* Christian family members religious pamphlets from non-Christian religions as gifts?

To be clear, I am writing this while firmly believing I'm NTA but I am angry and don't trust my own judgment too much right now.

Background and Players: My Son (19) was adopted out as a baby by his incubator behind (my husband, 40) his father's back. He was abandoned at 4 by his adopted family because of behavioral issues related to what his incubator was putting into her body while she was pregnant with him, and went into foster care with people I will call Amom and Adad. Adad is a pastor in his 90s and Amom is a pastor's wife in her 80s. When Son was 13 and I had been with Husband for 5ish years, we had been told (by someone from his incubator's family but we didn't know that at the time) he was non-verbal and "mentally an infant" and that trying to pull him out of the routine he had would just be incredibly harmful to him, so we had given up hope of finding him and having a relationship with him. We got a phone call one day, a worker who was looking for a medical history for Son. Husband spent close to 3 hours on the phone with her, answering questions and asking anything he could squeeze in. Turns out, we had been lied to about his mental health just... completely. He's impossible to shut up and he graduated high school last year despite, you know, *gestures vaguely at everything* and I am incredibly proud of him. Half an hour after that call ended, she called back and told us Son might be interested in meeting us, was it okay for her to pass on our contact info. A month later, Son, Amom, Adad, Husband and I were sitting in a restaurant together and a month after that we went to their place for a week to spend Christmas with them. This is when they informed us that they had finalized his legal adoption a couple of weeks earlier. 2 years after that, my QPP moved in with us, and another year later 16 year old Son asked if he could move in with us. He still does.

The Issue: Son wants a continuing relationship with Amom and Adad, but due to the previously mentioned substances used by his incubator, he has memory and time management issues so I have to regularly remind him to contact them. I have no problem doing this, but the contact we have had with them over the last few years has soured me on their company. I've got no problem reminding Son to contact them and organizing rides for him to visit (usually QPP and I driving him, the trip is a couple of hours each way) but I'd rather never speak to them myself if it can be avoided. It didn't start out this way, but over the years they have made it very clear that they don't respect anyone else's beliefs. Not just us, like there was one night where they were going off about some Danish surgeon saying publicly that he was Muslim first, Danish second, and they were trying to convince us to be terrified by that. The conversation ended awkwardly when Husband asked if Adad was Nationality or Christian first (because that's different you see). We have found books on the bookshelves in the guest room about how any kind of queerness at all is demonic possession, one of which they wrote. They talk about things like being sent on a mission by their god to save as many (and I hate that these are quotes) "brown heathen children" by making them Christians as possible (Son and his adopted siblings are all First Nations, Amom and Adad are as white as I am), or how Jewish people are evil for stopping Christians from claiming their suffering because "Jesus was a Jew so aren't all Christians also Jews?". Amom once spent a week trying to convince me to go to church with her and share the details of my childhood sexual abuse with the entire congregation because "it will show God you are ready to be forgiven". QPP is a shintoist and after they found that out, we started seeing more literature about the Japanese, specifically during WWII, around their house when we visited.

We have politely made it clear that we are not interested in Christianity, especially not their version. Multiple times. We thought it was finally over after Son had a meltdown at them at his graduation ceremony because he wanted JUST ONE conversation with them that wasn't about Jesus. He was in tears trying to explain that to them, and their response was to tell him he needed to come back to church so they could lay on hands and chase all the demons making him say these horrible disrespectful things to them out of him. He was supposed to stay with them for a few days to visit after that, but by the time I tracked him down and got him calm, he didn't want to go anymore. They seemed to stop after that, like they actually backed off and I think I got maybe 2 emails that didn't mention God or Jesus, not even a "God bless" in the sign off. We were optimistic. Son was late organizing it but we dropped him off (at his request, he's worried that Adad won't make it to next Christmas and wanted to see him) at their place on Boxing Day. We did not hang around, we did not send gifts, we didn't even reply to the Family Christmas Email (it had a video of a Jordan B Peterson rant embedded in it and I've told them before that we are not interested in anything that sack of hateful arrogance has to say please stop putting him in my inbox). We have done everything we can to make it clear that we do not want a relationship with them for ourselves, including outright directly telling them politely to their faces that we will not stop Son from seeing them but we don't feel comfortable around them and don't want a relationship with them for ourselves. Son came back with "gifts" from them - a study guide for a specific Bible book (I got John, Husband got Michael, QPP set his on fire before we saw who it was) and a bag of candy that looked like it came out of a thrift store (I got the same one they always get me, which I laughed off the first and second and third time and explained I couldn't stand them because my abuser used to give me one when he was done. Husband is diabetic and got York Patties. QPP actually got something decent though, $20 for gas).

I have managed to keep my "I'd rather you hadn't bothered actually" rantingvto Tumblr, which i don't think they even know exists, but I'm still pissed about the Bible crap as "gifts". I am considering changing tactics completely and being super friendly, mirroring their energy, and giving them the same treatment they've given us. I want to make excuses to visit so I can explain the finer points of shintoism and Celtic paganism in every single conversation. I want to give them books for gifts, books like The Tao of Pooh and The Gospel of The Flying Spaghetti Monster. I want to wrap cash in pamphlets about The Invisible Pink Unicorn and leave it on their fridge.

QPP and husband think I should give myself more time to calm down and just keep ignoring it and playing nice when I'm forced to play at all but like, IT'S BEEN 6 YEARS.

What are these acronyms?

[luza-wayne]

papers.

kuroo tetsurou x reader

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just posted this one on my fb acc

kuroo tetsurou is your high school sweetheart. everyone from the sidelines can see how kuroo cares for you and how much you care for him too.

they know how deeply he is in love with you, by the way he looks, the way he talks and the way he acts. you were his top priority.

were. 

ever since you got married and moved in together, you thought that it would be just like how you dreamt it would be.

even though both of your finances were not enough to buy the dream house you two wanted since the start of the relationship, it was fine for you.

eappy faces, laughing together while drinking your favorite drinks, playing and teasing with each other.

but it's not like that at all. it was, at first only.

these past weeks, months, kuroo tetsurou, the man you loved and vowed to, changed. you, yourself knew why.

the relationship became bumpy. petty fights here, out of place jealousy from him there and many others. 

it was rather toxic.

but, you made yourself believe that it would be fixed, that everything will be back and that one will apologize to the other.

“I'm sorry.” 

he apologized and asked for another chance. you forgave him and thought that everything would go back to normal already, however it didn't.

he became busier and busier every passing day, weeks and months, to the point where you will sleep without him and wake up without him.

it was lonely.

it was lonely, but you wondered.

why doesn't it hurt? 

oh. 

you snickered mockingly to yourself as you stared into the ceiling of your guy's bedroom. the room that was once filled with sweet and romantic memories you shared with him.

you sat up and reached for your phone then went to the contacts, searching for a certain number, when you found it, you smiled weakly at the screen. 

you contemplated whether to press the call button or not, but in the end, you still smashed the icon with the telephone. after four rings, it was finally answered.

“sorry for calling this late, but i wanted to talk about something.” 

the next morning, surprisingly enough when you woke up, your husband was still there. he was putting on his uniform when he looked at you, while he stood in front of the mirror.

“why are you still here?” you asked him.

“we'll start late today because the boss had something to do.” he answered and looked back at himself in the mirror. you didn't say anything after and just awkwardly fixed your hair.

“also, i have free time next week, how about we go out for dinner somewhere?” he fixed his hair, not sparing a glance at you. you just scratched your nape and nodded.

“hmm... yeah, sure…” you answered flatly. he finally looked at you, but while raising one brow and grinning a bit.

“what? you don't sound excited at all, in the past you would've screamed and things. you don't want to? fine by me. it doesn't really matter.” he said giving his clothes the last touches.

“no. i'm fine with it. i'll go.” 

...

i'm here. 

you read the message kuroo had sent, and you just arrived in front of the building too. you didn't reply, and put your phone in your handbag, with your other hand holding something else.

you opened the door and searched for him, you saw him anxiously waiting. you walked up to him and your attention immediately got stolen by an envelope sitting on the table.

how funny fate can be? is it a coincidence that on your left hand, you're holding an envelope too?

“hey,” you called. he looked up at you and smiled.

“hey, babe.” he greeted you. he stood up and tried to peck a kiss on your lips, but you evaded it. you seated in front of him and placed the file on the table too.

he thought that you didn't do that intentionally and probably didn't see that he was going for a kiss.

as soon as kuroo saw the envelope, you didn't miss the smile formed on his lips, which he immediately brushed off.

“let's order first?” kuroo asks and you just nod.

when the food was served, you two dug in, but it was quiet. it's like this is your first date, except you don't feel excited at all.

“i want to talk to you.” you said, dropping the utensils you're holding on the plate.

“actually, me too—” 

“no, kuroo. whatever you want to say, i am sure it might be the same as mine or if not, then it's not that important.” 

kuroo furrowed his brows together, taken aback by your sudden call on the last name. 

“go on then.” he said and let go of the cutlery in his hands.

“do you still love me?” you asked him. he tilted his and smiled.

“of course, i do. that's why we're on a date today, right?” he answered.

“oh, i see. then why don't you act like it?” your face showed no expression as you talked.

“what? i do show you tha—” 

“the time you apologized, i thought everything would go back to how it was, but it didn't. you became busier, and i felt like we're too far from each other. i tried to fix it. i tried, for the second time, but it wasn't me that's the problem.” you ran your hands on your hair, fighting your tears from falling. you looked down, not wanting to see whatever expression he had on his face.

“tetsurou, it's tiring. i'm tired.” you added, you felt him trying to reach for your hand, but you snatched it away from him.

“every day, i eat by myself in the morning and it would be the same in dinner. i'll sleep without you, and still wake up without you.” you continued, kuroo still silently listening to you.

“i... longed for the man i loved. the man who said he'll keep me feeling loved and appreciated, that in exchange i'll make feel the same towards him, but he's gone.” it finally dropped. the tears that you hold back all this time.

“(y/n), i—” 

“kuroo... i'm scared to give you another chance.” you reached for the envelope and handed it to him.

“what's this?” he asked you as you stood up.

“let's end this.” you answered and grabbed your things.

“oh.” he simply said.

“i'll wait for it with your sign. please send it to my parent's house.” you said and finally left the restaurant.

kuroo let out a shaky breath, before putting the envelope on the table. he placed his arm on his forehead and leaned on the chair as he reminisced about everything about the past month.

how he would wake up and head out immediately after getting ready, how he would go home with you already sleeping soundly and how much he completely neglected you.

he sat straight up and reached for the envelope, not the one he gave you, but the one he brought with him.

he opened it and tears fell on his cheeks.

he stared at the piece of paper, he worked hard for and also the reason why you're not here with him anymore.

“Certificate of Title”

it was the dream house of you two. 

it doesn't mean anything anymore if the one he wanted to live there with, is already gone. He thought as he grabbed the pen in his suit pocket.

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Run in with Royalty- Miguel x F!Reader

I'm gonna crank out as many fics before I start work again 😤 I've binged and reread some of my favorite mafia au fics recently (especially by @tarjapearce and @guilty-pleasures21), and it's honestly been one of my favorite tropes since high school. I wanted to shoot my shot at it, so we'll see where this goes

CW: mentions of violence, language, mdni, fem reader, smoking, author knows some Spanish

Miguel had goals and ambitions. He knew nearly everything and everyone, so when he had the opportunity for more, he had the resources to take it. Nothing could surprise him. He was on top. Or so he thought....

You sat on the marble balcony bored out of your mind--gazing at the forest scenery and getting too much fresh air in your lungs. You weren't sure how long it had been since your husband had died, but things should be calming down after all.

Wars between families were very unsightly and violent which is why they rarely occurred. It was better to hold grudges and make aggressive business moves rather than fill useful workers with lead. Most people understood that. But then again, businesses and territory does not grow without risk, and you have to be prepared for some loss. Just hopefully not your life.

There were many lessons that leaders were taught whether from others or their own experiences. You had those. So did your husband. However, your family was a bit traditional with certain things, so while you would have thrived on your own, a partner seemed like a good idea--could produce an heir too. Shame that didn't happen.

So you and your husband worked together to maintain and plan for growth. And things seemed to be going well. Until, they weren't.

For success, it's important to know when to continue and when to walk away. And that was a sense your husband never truly grasped. If he wanted something, he'd go after it no matter the loss. And that's not good business.

Things threatened to fall apart when he started going after arms dealers and connections in the east coast. He did not have the man power to deal with such a powerhouse.

And it cost him.

~~~

Miguel knew that there were only a few more knots to finish tying before he was done dealing with that dumbass that wanted to take over his business. He was still establishing himself as a qualified heir, but he assumed his next threat would come from a rival family--not a no-name from who knows where.

His men had tracked down the goons easily, and after some quick and messy interrogations, he had come to the scum's house to finish him off personally. It wasn't necessarily Miguel's style. He was trying to be more peaceful as a leader, but well...an example also needed to be made. People couldn't just come from across the country and attempt to steal what was his. He kept a tight grip on his empire.

The house seemed barely lived in. It was like a glorified mansion in the woods. There was nice furniture and sleek appliances. Nothing was toss around or disorganized as if the man was trying to flee.

That made Miguel's jaw twitch.

If this cabron actually thinks he hid himself from me- Miguel went up the stairs cautiously. His pointed leather shoes moved quietly on the marble floors, and his navy dress shirt clung onto him as he moved through the house alert and ready for anything.

The door to the master bedroom was cracked open. The light smell of floral smoke drifted to his nose, but there was a sickly undertone too. Miguel reached for his gun as he pushed the door opened. He pointed it out ready to confront his adversary.

He wasn't ready to be greeted with surprised sparkling eyes. A gorgeous woman sat on the balcony that looked over the lake. She was dressed in a lovely cream dress that popped against her skin. She sat up straight at a white garden table with a cup of tea in front of her and a book. She was definitely not expecting Miguel to be at the door. It would have looked like an awkward accidental encounter to anyone.

If not for the body that laid shot in between the two.

Miguel's eyes raced from the body back to the woman who was way too calm in this circumstance.

She met Miguel's gaze, and that's when a mischievous grin appeared on her face.

She placed a hand over her heart. "It seems you were looking for my husband. My apologies, but I think I beat you to the chase."

~~~

You licked your lips as you took in Mr. Miguel O'Hara. He definitely looked good in his working suit--deep blues and reds with webbing details and gold accents. You certainly appreciated the style. You took an inhale of your smoke before resting your head in your palm and grinned.

"Mrs. Giordano, I presume?"

You shrugged and giggled. "You can technically call me that." Miguel stepped further into room--gaze going between you and the corpse that laid was flat on its back. It seemed as if he had been taken by surprise. Miguel didn't put his gun away as he got closer. "You don't need that, Mr. O'Hara."

Miguel tightened up hearing his name. The gun didn't move. "You know who I am?"

You chuckled at that. "Of course I do! I don't go running around in other's playgrounds without knowing whose land I'm on." you turned at the body and sighed. "If only Lucci did the same."

Miguel couldn't care less about the man now. He was dead. That was taken care of. But you were proving to be an unexpected, unpredictable threat. "I didn't know Giordano had a wife." he slowly put his gun away.

You shrugged again. "That's fine. It pays to be in the shadows. You get to watch everyone else play. Take notes." you beamed as the man got closer. He was quite the looker. You could imagine him tearing through your husband's men with barely any effort. You wondered if his eyes glow in both lust and anger.

He stopped a few feet away. "Shame to hide a beautiful woman though. Were you missing your freedom?" It would do well for him to understand the moments leading to your husband's final moments. Was it simply a quarrel that got out of hand? Or something more serious?

You took a final pull before pressing your cigarette out. "Flirting with a recent widow?" you leaned back with a grin. "Have some manners."

Miguel eyed you more and noted the fire in yours. There was little remorse and lots of confidence. You were not just some housewife. Miguel could tell for sure. You were accustomed to this life some way or another, so you were definitely a threat to Miguel. "My apologies, I'm just a bit surprised, reina. I wasn't expect this...or you." he gently took your hand and pressed a kiss on it. "Please call me Miguel."

"How charming," you chuckled, "well I wasn't expecting it either, but things happen when someone rages in and demands things from you." you went on and glanced back inside the room, "And well if you make threats, then its only appropriate to defend yourself."

Miguel nodded. "What kind of things?"

You shook your head as you raised your tea to your painted lips. "It's important to know people, guapo. You need to know who you're dealing with."

A notification rung, and Miguel glanced at his phone. "Well maybe we can get to know each other soon. I have a car, and my men are outside waiting."

"I'll pass."

Miguel scoffed. "It wasn't necessarily a suggestion, muñeca."

You laughed as you stood and wrapped your khaki coat around you. You reached inside and pulled out a card. "I know, but again, you do not know who you're dealing with. In the future, do not put myself in the same category as my late husband." you handed the card and took a step back.

"What the- Hey!" Miguel lurched forward a second after you flipped over the rail and down into the water. He didn't hear a splash and turned to see a motorboat starting up. Suits surrounded you as the boat began to speed away. "Fuck!" he groaned as he slammed his hands on the fence. You blew a kiss at the man and waved. Just who the hell is she?

~~~

"Remember Miguel: be a strong leader, don't let anyone walk over you ever. You will lead this family to greatness.

Never make enemies with the _____ Family."

The man grunted as he stared at the invitation in his hand. The paper was excellent quality with shiny gold lettering and black accents. He tapped it against his hand before pocketing it in his suit coat when his name was called.

"Thank you for coming. She will see you now."

Miguel grunted in response as he stood and entered the office.

This side of the country was a lot warmer this time of year. The clear windows allowed sunlight to pour in. The backdrop with desert mountains and bright blue skies reminded Miguel that he was not in the comfort of his city.

You looked up at the man with a soft smile before standing. You held out your hand to shake, but Miguel took it to place a chaste kiss.

"Still a charmer, I see." Miguel grinned and noted the ring on your finger before gently letting go. "Thank you for coming."

Miguel unbuttoned his coat as he took a seat. "I'd be a fool not to."

You tilted your head a little curiously. "Oh? Why is that?"

Don't play with me. "I was taught from early age not to make enemies with the Leaena Family." he checked you out as you sat comfortable across. "I never expected to meet them the way I did though."

You flashed your teeth with a grin--definitely prideful of your lineage and legacy. "Smart man. And yes, that was rather unfortunate. I was hoping to have made a calmer visit to the East, but well, you know how that went. Which is why you're here. I want to make amends. I've taken on a more active leadership role with my husband's passing. May God rest his soul."

Miguel grunted. "If he had threatened your life, I don't think he deserves the pleasantries. He was a fool to lose such a treasure."

"Jeez, I might just keep you here. I don't mind hearing those words from you." You hummed as yours eyes greedily took him in. "But back to business. We could benefit from working together. I'm sure you have your apprehensions, but I sincerely say that the actions of my dearly departed do not reflect the values of my family and operations."

Miguel huffed a laugh. "I don't really care about that anymore. You handled it privately. I'm more confused as to why you haven't been running the show since the beginning."

"The family tends to be a bit traditional--wanted male leaders and an heir. But after recent events, I'm sure you understand their change of heart." You smiled sweetly. You had more than proven yourself, and there weren't any immediate solutions to an empty head spot.

It drew Miguel in--a pretty, sweet face. You were strong too but more importantly a threat. There was not a lick of remorse or shock in your eyes when you looked at your husband's corpse even if there was an odd fondness voice when you talked about him. It was as if you shrugged his death to be just another incident--something unfortunate yet just a part of this lifestyle. If you could easily dispose of your husband for your own gain, then how would you treat your partners?

You reached into your desk drawer and pulled out a manila folder. You slid it towards Miguel as you prepared your floral smokes. You took in a breath before continuing. "I know that there have been some issues securing some arms to Nueva York. It isn't necessarily my area of expertise, but I have some connections with shipping that is looking to get into the east coast market."

"That sounds more like a favor than partnership. I can patch the holes up fine, carino."

You kept your smile. "I'm sure you can, but considering it is Kingpin making those holes, I think you would like the support."

A twitch of the eye. Miguel had his suspicions, but he hadn't quite confirmed anything. How did you know this? Your information network couldn't have been that extensive.

"Mr. O'Hara, I'm going to let you in on a little secret." You tapped the ash tray before leaning forward almost bent over the desk. You rested your bosom on your folded arms, and it took a little too much effort for Miguel not to peek. You lowered your voice. "The only reason why my family and I haven't gone to the east to expand is simply because we don't like the winter." you chuckled.

Miguel's gaze shot up. "No soy idiota! No me vengas con tonterias "

You held up your hands before leaning back. "Just a little preference. I'm not threatening you. Please, I wouldn't be able to work in those snow storms, really." you pressed a button on your desk. "I'm very serious though. We would be able to support your operations, and if the time comes, I hope you will be there to help. Keep that folder and look it over." A man came in with black matte gift bag. Just from the sound of it against the desk, Miguel knew it was heavy. "Thank you for your time, again. I look forward to hearing your answer soon."

...

Miguel glared at the bag as it sat on the table in his hotel room. A bottle of his favorite liquor and a box of his celebratory cigars were in front.

Who the hell is this woman? Miguel knew his answer before he even got out the building, but he had to come up with a plan. He didn't quite trust you. You knew your stuff, of course! That wasn't the question. But he had to make sure he kept his assets and operations. This wasn't an up and coming boss. No, you were established. You were a mafia princess with the knowledge and resources to play the field and achieve nearly whatever you desired on a whim.

Miguel chuckled to himself before he reached for a crystal glass and poured himself a glass. He raised it a little with a smirk. Let the games begin, leona.

~~~

Aaahhh~ I wanted this to get spicy, but gosh I love worldbuilding so much. I hope you liked it. I'm not sure where else I want to go with this yet, but please maybe you'll enjoy my other fics in the meantime

Ciao~

[moronic-validity]

*tucks hair behind ear* hey totally unprompted but what would happen if Simon tried to leave Winter

*cracks knuckles* I’m so very glad you asked. In fact, some would argue you just asked the perfect question. So perfect in fact, that it gets its own mini-series; Stockholm Syndrome.

Consider this an au of the au I already created for the DWU lmao

this one is going to be 18+ and it will earn it. Not only that, but this one is going to have a lot of dark themes and really play into Winter's possessiveness and need for control by any means necessary. I will add warnings to the beginning of each chapter so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read them before diving in.

With that, please enjoy the first 600ish words of what will inevitably be a very long ride

The relationship wasn’t working. 

He didn’t even know how he could think it would. They were too similar, and he didn’t even like himself.

Every single annoying trait he had, Winter seemed to turn into a defining personality trait. 

The final straw was when he got home from a night out with Doctor Princess.

“Where have you been?” Winter called from atop his throne. 

Simon rolled his eyes, not having to deal with a lecture on breaking curfew since he was in high school, an entire lifetime ago.

“Winter, I was out with Doctor Princess, you knew we were going out drinking tonight,” he removed his jacket and draped it over his arm, preparing to go to bed with the man who had somehow become less his lover and more his roommate. 

“I think you owe me an apology, you are rather late,” Winter mindlessly twirled a hair around his finger, not noticing or caring that the other man was getting annoyed. 

“I’m a grown man, Winter, I don’t owe you an apology for being later than I had anticipated,” Simon placed a hand on the door that separated the throne room from the hallway, at this point deciding to spend the night in his own room. 

Winter flicked his wrist and the door sealed shut, becoming one with the wall.

Simon groaned.

“Are you really doing this right now?” He turned to face Winter, who was still sitting idly on his throne. 

“Simon, I don’t think you’re taking my concerns seriously and I don’t appreciate it,” he lowered his throne to the ground, walked to his Simon, and took one of his hands in his own.

Simon pulled his hand away.

“Winter, I don’t appreciate that every time I leave the castle, we go through this whole song and dance. If I’m early, then I lied about where I went, if I’m late, then I lied about what we were doing. I’m just…done.” Simon let every ounce of frustration over the new normal come out at once. 

Winter studied Simon’s expression, noting how things had changed. The face that was usually so full of love was now full of indifference, bordering on disgust. 

“I…I think it’s best if I stay at D’s house tonight, we can talk about this in the morning,” Simon sighed and turned around, beginning to walk to the exit. 

With another small flick of his wrist, the ice of the floor grew to encase Simon’s legs, holding him in place. 

“You’re not going anywhere,” His usually jovial voice had fallen flat, “If I can’t have you as my husband, I will have you as my prisoner.” 

Simon was at a loss for words, he didn’t think Winter would do something like this to him. 

He reopened the doors to the hall and began moving forward, and to Simon’s surprise, the ice that had grown to waist height pulled him along the same path. 

They stopped in the dungeon, Winter carefully walked to a cell along the furthest wall.

It took him a moment to open the cell; then the ice block slid in and rejoined the floor, delivering Simon to his new home. 

“You will stay here until you can either learn to love me or I can trust you, whichever happens first, I suppose,” he said it so calmly, almost as if he was bored of the one-sided conversation already, “You’ll find I’m not a complete monster, you still have a bed and your precious books.” 

“I could never love you after this,” Simon spat at the other version of himself.

“Oh my sweet Simon, you have such little faith!” He laughed as he turned on his heel and left the dungeon. 

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darlin', darlin'

This was an anniversary present for my wonderful gf @nb-fearne. We both wrote each other icemav fics inspired by Jerry Maguire scenes so if that doesn't tell you why we've been together for six years, nothing will. Love you baby 💙

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As far as weddings that weren’t weddings went, Tom thought it had gone pretty well. 

All day long and well into the night, their little house had been full of noise, laughter and music and clinking glasses. But now the record on their old player had finally wound down and no one was replacing it. The plates and glasses were piled up on nearly every flat surface and all the guests had staggered home. Expect for a handful who hadn’t made it past the couches.

Tom was hardly surprised, he even came prepared. He moved through the living room as quietly as he could, arms full of the blankets he’d set aside, dodging abandoned wine glasses and kicked off high heels to cover the snoozing Kerner twins, their mother who was slumped over the arm of the couch, her hand stretched out to loosely entwine with Slider’s, who looked like he’d fallen from a great height to collapse in Ice’s armchair. One for his sister, Sarah, whose face looked less like his own when it was gentle and relaxed in sleep, though she curled up in the same tight ball he did. Another for Carole, curled up on the floor in a tight little ball, her head pillowed on Alice Kerner’s jacket and one arm draped with a natural protectiveness over little Bradley. 

Sundresses instead of gowns, linen shirts and jeans instead of suits and definitely instead of navy whites, a room full of exhausted parents spending what was left of the morning sleeping off cheap beer rather than a lavish hotel. Their wedding that wasn’t a wedding and it had very little of the things that made an actual wedding. 

But Tom wouldn’t have traded it for anything. 

Once their guests were as comfortable as he could make them, he whipped around and gathered as much cutlery and glassware as he could carry without dropping it and undoing all the hard work he and the booze and food had done. It wasn’t far to their tiny little kitchen where he was a little unsurprised to find his new sort of husband with his shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows, wrist deep in dish suds. He’d promised to be on his best behavior after all. 

Maverick caught the movement in the corner of his eye and turned with that brilliant smile, not even dimmed with how long he'd been awake, “Hey, baby. Everyone out for the count in there?”

Like always, Ice couldn’t keep from smiling back if his life had depended on it, “Quietest I’ve ever seen those Kerner girls. And that includes Alice.”

“If I ever want you dead, I’ll tell her you said that,” Mav winked, “Come on, stick those dishes in here, I’ll do them.”

Tom did, moving to grab a dish towel instead, ready to do his part. He nodded towards the water and chuckled, “Don’t lose your ring in there, you only just got it.”

“Thought of that!” Maverick lit up like a school kid with the right answer, catching his dog tags on one sudsy thumb and showing off his wedding ring, dangling there on the chain alongside the steel stamped with his name.

Ice beamed, leaning and pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Smart and pretty. Good thing I locked you down when I did, Mitchell.”

Mav nudged him with his hip, grinning, “I’m basically the whole package…I was thinking I could maybe keep it on there? Say it was my mother’s if anyone asks?”

Tom fought for his smile to stay in place, to keep the sudden pain confined to his own rib cage. Everything he knew told him even that small lie, that wink and nod, was too much. It was skirting far too close to the lines he’d drawn around parts of himself. Tom had been planning to keep his own ring well out of sight, he was wearing it today but after that it was going in the same box he kept all his precious weak points- his babushka’s recipe book, sheet music done in his mother’s shaky hand, the drawing his sister Sarah had done in preschool when she’d been asked to draw her family and had only done the two of them, side by side. In Tom’s mind, hiding was safe. Hiding was the only way. 

But that fear was his own and Tom was determined to keep it that way. He wouldn’t clip Mav’s wings, certainly not today. 

“That would be sweet,” was all he said, kissing his cheek again because he just had no other answer to Maverick’s reckless bravery, “Come on, we should really get these dishes done before we go to the airport…”

Mav laughed, “So we’re just giving up on the idea of going to bed, huh?”

Tom waved his hands, indicating the clock on the wall, the rising sun outside and the living room full of sleeping friends in one swoop, “I’ll owe you a wedding night.”

“Hey,” Mav’s eyes softened and he nudged him again, “We’ve got every night for the rest of our lives, baby. I’m easy.”

And they really did. The words they’d said to each other, out there in their tiny backyard with the ocean rolling behind them, didn't mean anything legal and Tom had little faith they ever would. There were no contracts or documents to back up that ring hanging there alongside Mav’s dog tags. But like Maverick himself had said, when they’d come up with this a month ago, curled up together in a tangle of blankets and limbs and crazy ideas, a wedding was just a party. You got everyone you loved in one room, or at least as many as you could, and you told them all hey, I’m nuts about this guy and I want to be with him forever. If the government was honestly happy for them to risk their lives but not while openly loving each other, then they- in Maverick’s words- could go fuck themselves. They weren’t getting an invite. 

Tom didn’t need Mav to write his name on a piece of paper to know he loved him. He trusted his wingman. 

Suddenly, getting the dishes done didn’t seem all that important. The old record player was still sitting in the corner, half covered under the bomber jacket Maverick had thrown aside after enough dancing to flush his cheeks. But he knew the disc he wanted wouldn’t be in the pile stacked up next to it, threatening to topple over and slide onto the tile. Those were all party tunes, songs from their teenage years they were dragging into this new decade, songs for Slider to pick Alice up and swing her around to, songs for little Bradley to bounce around to with his mama’s hands in his own. But Tom wanted something slightly different. 

“Thanks for your support!” Mav called out sarcastically as he watched him disappear into the hall where the shelves of books and CDs and vinyls were neatly arranged by type then genre then color. 

By Tom, naturally. He’d once caught Mav putting a CD in the wrong case just because it happened to be closer. And somehow he’d married him. 

“Something occurred to me,” Tom said airily, coming back with the record he wanted, setting it into the player before Mav could see what it was. They had it on CD too but Tom would always prefer the way vinyls crackled, “Besides, Slider can do the dishes when he wakes up. I’m mad at him for that speech.”

“Because he made you cry?” Mav smirked, wiping off his hands. 

“Maybe,” Tom grunted, gently setting the needle down. 

“I thought it was adorable…so what occurred to you?”

After that static scratch and pop, there was that smooth, rhythmic plucking of strings, like the notes were going down a set of stairs, accompanied by those bright, happy barks of brass. Stand by Me, the original Ben E. King version naturally, Mrs Rosie Mitchell’s favorite and the one of the many soul tracks that had scored Maverick’s childhood. One of the ones he claimed to have gotten sick of but he’d still always reach for when he was given the chance. 

Tom turned and offered out his hand, “We never got a first dance?”

And it was true, after they’d said whatever they wanted to say to each other out there in the yard, after Slider’s best man speech had made Tom cry and Carole’s had made Maverick laugh so hard he blew champagne out of his nose, they’d all just piled back inside to drink and dance and sing. It had been a brilliantly hectic whirlwind since then, this was probably the first time Tom and Mav had been alone since they’d kissed under the rosewood tree out back. 

But this was one part of a traditional wedding Tom thought he’d like to have. And if the smile on his face was anything to go by, Pete agreed. 

Two steps brought Maverick into his arms, just as the words began. He placed a hand on the small of his back, the other joined with his husband’s in a loose hold. Neither of them were really dancers, they couldn’t manage more than a simple step and sway without their legs getting tangled or knocking into the counter, but that hardly mattered. As Ben E. King sang about how he wouldn’t be afraid, the golden sunrise painted the two of them into a Klimt, into something more than beautiful. Something that didn’t need to be seen to know how precious it was. 

Tom found himself humming along without even realizing, formless sounds that became words as his heart ran away and left his usual nerves behind, as Mav’s hair tickling his nose and their fingers threading together became much more important than how he sounded. Maverick beamed and tucked his head in against his husband’s chest, so he could feel the words as well as hear them. He always insisted he loved his husband’s voice, as hard as Tom found it to believe, always asking him to sing for him when he was feeling under the weather or in the quiet moments when that incessant Maverick branded energy finally wound down and he became soft and clingy. One of those things Tom was prepared to do for Maverick and only Maverick.

And he sang for him now, gladly, not caring that his voice was rough with beer and the lack of sleep or that he dropped out of lines to kiss Mav’s forehead. There were so many things Tom struggled to say, simply because he hadn’t been taught they existed, let alone how to put them into words. So he sang them instead, he rubbed small circles into the small of Mav’s back instead. And he trusted his husband would hear them all the same. 

Tom didn’t quite know what he was going to do when the song finally ended. Of course it said something about him that he was here in this warm, loving moment and already worrying about when it would end but Tom wasn’t about to linger on that. Not on his wedding day. 

But as he was inhaling the amber smell of Mav’s cologne and that edge of jet fuel he never seemed to lose, as he was singing in his rough rumble to ask him to stand by him whenever they were in trouble, there was the sound of footsteps. Footsteps that weren’t swaying over slightly cracking linoleum. 

Tom lifted his head, chuckling as he watched a tuft of blonde, curly hair waver behind the counter like a submarine periscope. 

“Mr Bradley Bradshaw, you have not slept long enough to be on your feet,” he laughed, watching the tuft come to a guilty stop. 

A set of blue eyes peered up over the edge of the counter, “Sun’s up!”

“The sun may be up but you went to bed at three in the morning,” Maverick snorted with laughter, peeking up at him in a similar way over Tom’s shoulder.

Bradley’s gap toothed smile followed his eyes, “I can’t sleep…”

Tom kissed Mav’s cheek and let him go with some reluctance, going to lean on the counter so he could see the kid grinning up at him, wobbling on his tiptoes. His hair was a cloud of curls, so blonde in the sunlight that they seemed white, like he was wearing a halo along with crumpled overalls and striped socks. 

“How about your mama, is she still asleep?”

Bradley nodded, “I tucked her in!”

“You’re a good kid,” Tom reached across to pick him up, swinging him safely into his arms, his heart warming as Bradley laughed and clung to him. 

“Whatcha doing?” his little fist grabbed for the chain of Tom’s dog tags like a reflex, the way he did with Mav too. 

The way he’d probably done with Goose.

“We’re dancing,” Mav grinned, coming up and poking his cheek lightly, “It’s our wedding, you see.” 

Bradley made a sleepy grab for his finger, “Nah…that was yesterday…now it’s today…”

“Well, that's the fun thing, you see,” Maverick could have pulled back easily but he let himself be caught in the toddler’s free hand, “After you have your wedding, you get to be married to that person forever and ever. And you get to dance in the kitchen every morning, if you feel like it.”

Tom could hear the record crackling as the needle scraped through empty valleys and came to a halt. He smiled.

“And you get to go on vacations together. Which we’re leaving for in a half hour and I’m guessing you haven’t packed yet?” he grinned at Maverick. 

Mav did in fact blush lightly and laugh, “Yeah…I’ll go get on that…”

He gave Bradley a kiss on the cheek, Tom a longer one on the lips before heading off to the stairs, still whistling Stand By Me. 

Bradley seemed to have no desire to get down from Tom’s arms, though maybe he wasn’t quite as awake as he thought, yawning against the shoulder of his dress shirt before mumbling, “Can I come on vacation?”

Tom chuckled, “I don’t think we’ll be doing anything you’d find fun, kiddo.”

In fact, he had very few plans when they got to the little rental on a Hawaiian beach, chosen mostly for its seclusion rather than its luxury, beyond closing the door, pressing Maverick into the bed and fucking him every which way he could think of. Maybe reading some poetry books while his husband caught his breath. 

Bradley huffed softly, his grip tightening, “But you’ll be gone so long…gone forever…”

Tom held the kid a little tighter. He knew Bradley was too young to be so used to goodbyes, too young to know how ‘gone for a while’ could turn into ‘gone forever’. He pulled back so he could take Bradley’s hand in his own, helping him put up five fingers. 

“This is how many days we’ll be gone, kid. And then we’ll come home. I promise.”

Bradley fluttered his five fingers, humming thoughtfully, “That’s not so many?”

Tom smiled, “Nah. We’ll be back before you know it and I’ll even bring you back something cool.”

“When you come back,” Bradley nodded, still clutching that thought like a talisman. 

“When we come back,” Tom closed his little fist, holding it safe within his own so the promise held fast, “Everything we love is here.”

Bradley held onto that as Tom coaxed him back into his mama’s arms, back into the sleep which the toddler was clearly losing the fight to. He certainly seemed pleased as a still sleeping Carole wrapped her arms around him and brought him close, burying his face against her as Tom gently fixed the blanket back around them. 

He took a moment to glance around the room again, making sure that everyone was sleeping soundly. The twins were still curled around each other like puppies, Alice and Slider’s fingers were still loosely threaded together like even crashed out on their friend’s couch, they were looking for each other. Tom smiled as he took his house key off the ring and left it by his RIO’s head. 

By then, Maverick was waiting for him at the door, bags at his feet, whispering, “Ready to go?”

Tom grinned, lifting the man he loved right off his feet, muffling his soft noise of surprise with a searing kiss. 

“I’m very ready.”

Carrying Maverick to the car, stealing kisses between half hearted protests and laughter, Tom took a brief glance back at the house, dark and silent now but full of everything and everyone he loved, the life that was hidden but safe for all that. 

Maybe he didn’t have to be afraid of what would happen when the song ended. 

Maybe Tom could just believe there would always be another. 

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 227

McCoy

McCoy glanced at Scotty and Andre. He took a breath then reached across for Mrs. Tallister’s hand. She looked up at him in surprise.

“I know it’s hard ma’am,” he said slowly, thinking hard on how to say what he wanted, to convey to the woman her son was changed. “The son you knew is gone and I understand mourning for him. But you still have an amazing son. One who stands up for what’s right, for himself, for his friends.”

McCoy saw Scotty nodding with him.

“The small problems he’s had at school were all for the right reasons,” Scotty added.

“Without people like Aporal, wrongness can go unchecked,” McCoy continued. “And it’s alright to miss who he was, but isn't it time to get to know who he is now?”

“He gets angry…” Mrs. Tallister said softly.

“He’s hurt,” Scotty said gently.

“He wants to be heard. You think of who he was and don’t let him be who he is,” McCoy said, trying to make the words as kind as he could.

“We’ve only known him as this person,” said Scotty. “And he’s gruff and can be annoying, but he’s loyal and a good friend.”

“Ma’am.”

All three at the table looked at Andre who spoke hesitantly.

“I just met your son yesterday, so I don’t know him, but I’ve known his highness for many years and Mr. Scott-McCoy for a while now, and I trust from what they have personally experienced that they know what they are saying.”

“I-I—”

But before more could be said, Aporal and Jaylah appeared. Mrs. Tallister quickly wiped at her eyes and stood up. She crossed to Aporal and embraced him quickly.

“How did you sleep?” she asked, taking a step back and looking at Jaylah as well.

McCoy bumped his knee into Scotty’s and quickly smiled when his husband looked at him. Jaylah had begun to color at the look from Aporal’s mother.

“We slept fine,” Aporal said, grabbing Jaylah’s hand and leading her to the table.

“Good,” said Mrs. Tallister. “Give me a moment and I’ll have some breakfast for you.” She hurried over towards the stove as Aporal and Jaylah sat across from McCoy and Scotty.

“Ok?” McCoy mouthed across to Jaylah. The alien girl gave a small nod.

“Morning Aporal,” Scotty said. “Jaylah.”

“Hello Montgomery Scotty.” Jaylah gave the boys a tight smile, then glanced at Mrs. Tallister, whose back was still to them.

McCoy bit back another chuckle as he watched Jaylah look studiously at himself and Scotty. A moment later she moved her chair closer to Aporal. McCoy had done the same thing when he’d sat down, but Jaylah hadn’t seen that.

Aporal looked at Jaylah in slight surprise. She nodded towards McCoy and Scotty and said very softly, “who better to learn from.”

Aporal nodded slowly, and a hint of a smile showed on his face.

“What is the plan today sweetheart?” Jaylah asked.

McCoy lifted his drink to keep from grinning and heard a choked noise from Scotty next to him as he held back a laugh. Aporal glared at Scotty, before answering Jaylah. McCoy noticed Andre watching with a hint of confusion on his brow. He could only wonder what the security guard might be thinking.

“Dad went to pick up my grandmother. Right?” The question was asked at his mother.

“Yes dear,” Mrs. Tallister said as she brought two plates back to the table and set them in front of Aporal and Jaylah.

Aporal reached for the coffee pot on the table and poured some for himself and Jaylah. She bumped her shoulder into his as a thank you.

“Until they get back we can help get things ready before other family members arrive,” Aporal said.

“There isn’t much else,” Mrs. Tallister said. She had sat back down in her chair. “I did most of everything this past week. You could take Jaylah and your friends around the garden.”

Aporal’s head turned sharply to look at his mother. She gave him a quick, almost apologetic smile.

“Unless of course there is something else you’d rather do,” she continued. “The party won’t begin until late this afternoon.”

“I would love to see your garden,” Jaylah said quickly, reaching for Aporal’s hand and squeezing it. Tension appeared to drain from his shoulders as he looked back at Jaylah.

Part 228

Scotty

The garden of the house was a strange and beautiful sight. As Andoria was a rather cold place, the houses were built underground. The garden was lit partly by natural light coming through a dome high above them and partly by artificial light. Plants Scotty had never seen before grew everywhere. They were gorgeous.

"I'm sure Francine would love some of these flowers," Leonard said with a grin as he and Scotty looked around and Scotty nodded in agreement, thinking about his mother and their garden in Aberdeen.

"Aye, ye're right about that. But I doubt they could grow well on Earth."

"They can't, Scottish boy. Your planet doesn't have the right conditions. And it also takes quite a long time for these flowers to look like this. It takes time and intensive care. If you're not careful they'll die right away.

Three surprised pairs of eyes fell on Aporal and he seemed to blush slightly when he noticed.

"Ye know a lot about that stuff," Scotty said and Aporal shrugged, avoiding the Scotsman's gaze.

"Maybe I used to be interested in that sort of thing," he mumbled, making it difficult to hear. But the others heard it anyway.

"That's something great, Aporal. And nothing to be ashamed of." Jaylah smiled and hooked up with the Andorian. "Why don't you show me around and tell me more about the flowers?"

Aporal's face colored a little more and he nodded.

"Sure. Why not?"

Together, like a couple, the two of them set off and strolled slowly through the rather large garden.

Scotty and Leonard exchanged meaningful glances. Maybe their friends would become a real couple after all.

After spending some time in the garden, the four of them went to Aporal's room. Scotty eyed the many technical books on the shelves with interest. Like him, Aporal must have always been interested in ships.

"May I borrow a few of yer books when we fly back to the academy? Ye have some copies I've never seen before," Scotty asked and Aporal nodded.

"Sure, whatever. I –"

Before he could finish his sentence, Jaylah's PADD rang. The alien girl looked over in surprise and wondered who could be calling her. Was there some sort of emergency?

Aporal nodded for her to answer as she read out that Jim was the caller.

All four looked at the screen as Jaylah took the call and the grinning face of their blond friend appeared on it.

"Hey, guys. Is the party on yet?" Jim asked and Aporal rolled his eyes.

"Not yet, thankfully. What's up, Captain?"

Jim's grin only widened. A few other voices could be heard in the background.

"Well, I figured if you can't be here to cheer Sulu on at the tournament," Jim smiled and flipped his PADD over, "at least you can watch it with us like this!"

Scotty and the others couldn't help but laugh. Jim just thought of everything. Everything to keep his crew together.

"That's a nice idea, but as soon as the visitor arrives, we'll have to hang up," Jaylah pointed out, but Aporal just shook his head.

"No. My relatives can wait. All that matters is... my family."

Scotty's eyes widened and he looked at Aporal in surprise. He realized what the Andorian meant and it warmed his heart. Never would he have thought that Aporal would be part of the crew for real. At least not so soon.

"Let's watch Sulu win."

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Daddy

(Not sexual. Don’t even think it.)

Inuoka x gn!sugawara!reader

Your brother had been a blessing.

You had just planned to celebrate acceptance for your doctorate program, go out for the night, and… nine months later you had a baby you had never planned on. The other parent wanted nothing to do with him, so Eijirou was yours, and yours alone.

It was such a stroke of bad luck to your mom- you had always been the good child. Always careful. Always working hard. You graduated high school early while taking college courses.

You were years ahead on your career path than all of your peers.

But once you held your son, you didn’t think it was bad luck at all. You were burning yourself out along the way, and that small, fragile being reminded you to appreciate little things and live your life while you can.

But you also worked twice as hard so you could give him the life he deserved.

Your brother was like a guardian angel. While you changed to night courses to complete your degree, Koushi moved into your apartment. He took care of your son while you went to class, would spend his days off with him so you could catch up on sleep. He never complained, raising Eijirou like a son rather than a nephew.

But eventually your degree was finished. You needed to find full time care so you could work during the day when you were needed. Koushi loved Eijirou nearly as much as you did, but he taught kindergarten. Eijirou wasn’t old enough for school yet- he was only three.

So instead he found you a day care, apparently a kid he used to play against in high school was one of the teachers, but what mattered was that your brother trusted him. And if Sugawara Koushi trusted someone to take care of the kid he loved like his own, they were probably a safe bet.

So you marched into the office, hoping to enroll your son on your day off.

And you met Inuoka.

As he looked at the forms you’d filled out, he muttered to himself, “Sugawara… why does that sound so familiar.”

“You’re probably thinking of Koushi. He went to Karasuno.”

“Right!” He grinned, “The setter. I only had a year against him, is he doing okay?”

“Oh, he’s great!” You smiled back, “A teacher at a local elementary school actually.”

“Glad to hear it.” He seemed so nice. No wonder Koushi liked him. “Your son’s name is Eijirou?”

“Yes.”

“And it says that you need day care services as soon as possible?”

“Not every day but…” you sighed, “Honestly, I raised him through getting my degree, I have to take whatever shifts the hospital schedules me for, at least until I prove myself, and Koushi can’t watch him during school hours.”

“That’s no problem.” He stood from the desk, gesturing out the door, “Let me show you around, you’re welcome to bring him by first thing in the morning to start here.”

Inuoka showed the school with a childlike enthusiasm that reminded you of Koushi, it was obvious why he wanted to work with kids.

But where Koushi made you feel familial pride, you could feel your chest tighten around Inuoka. So you shoved that feeling away.

You were not going to crush on your son’s day care teacher.

But that didn’t stop you from gushing to your brother about who cute he was.

From the first day for weeks Koushi took to dropping your son off at day care, most times he picked him up too. Sometimes you were able to, mildly flirting in joking ways. Just some fun banter.

The trauma head worked you to the bone so much in the first few months of residency that even though you were technically at work during the day, you felt like you forgot what the sun looked like.

No matter the time or level of exhaustion, when you finally made it home you would spend playing with them.

It never occurred to you that people misread your family situation until you finally got an afternoon free and went to pick up yourself.

Inuoka saw you before Eijirou did, sending him to grab his lunchbox, “I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” He laughed, “Your husband has been around so much.”

“My-“ you snorted, “No, no, god no. Koushi is my brother.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, “I am so sorry.”

You waved him off, “I don’t know if you remember him- Daichi? The old captain at Karasuno back when Koushi played? They are dating.”

“That makes so much sense.” He smacked himself on the forehead as Eijirou came running back out.

“Bye daddy Inuoka!”

It was your turn to burn red, “Eiji! How long have you been calling him that?”

Your son cocked his head, “What’s wrong? Uncle Koushi says I can because you want him to be!”

“Oh, that’s it. Say goodbye to Uncle Koushi when you see him because I’m gonna kill him.” You huffed air, terrified to look at the teacher that still beside you after your son’s exclamation.

He just knelt down to Eijirou’s eye level, “Usually people are married when you use words like that, bud.”

But your son was nothing if not a traitor, “But I’ve heard you talking with Miss Yei! You said you like (paternal address) and think they’re pretty!”

Inuoka turned nearly as read as his old Nekoma uniform, but he powered through, “Then how about we start with me asking them on a date, and we’ll go from there?”

“Can I come?”

You could’ve sworn your brother described him as easily flustered and awkward and shy back in the day. But right now he shot a smirk your way. “If they say they want to go, I don’t see why not.”

Great. So much for not crushing on the day care teacher.

(By the time Eijirou was old enough to sit in Koushi’s class, Inuoka had proudly taken the title of his dad.)

Masterlist

[taanoir]

Jen had been dating Josh for several months but it was starting to get more serious. Jen invited him to dinner with her uncles.

They met through the Servo Rover project, Josh worked for Silverglint, the aeronautics company that was building the rover. They found that they had a lot in common, including an interest in robotics. Josh took that interest and focused on the end use, where Jen was more focused on design.

Gene and Milo asked him questions about his family, which he wasn't very straight forward about. Josh explained he grew up in Starlight Shores but came to San Sequoia for University. He ended up landing an internship with Silverglint, which became a full-time job. Gene got the impression that he wasn't in contact with his family, he talked a lot about work and hobbies, but no mention of his parents.

Gene wasn't sure about Josh, but he was heavily leaning towards not liking him. There was something about him that was "off" and he couldn't place it. Jen on the other had was ear to ear smiles.

Gene kept prying to find out about his life, Josh politely feinted and dodged. He redirected the questions by asking about them.

Eventually, Milo tired of the dance and was blunt. Josh wanted a long term serious relationship with Jen but was clearly not being forthcoming. If he was going so far out of his way to lie about his past, that was a huge red flag. Jen jumped to Josh's defense, she couldn't believe how rude they were being!

Milo doubled down, the lack of transparency made them worry about Jen's safety. Gene hated when Milo got like this.

Josh wasn't comfortable but Jen meant the world to him. They were right to be worried, if his daughter's boyfriend was acting like this he'd be equally upset. He gave them the full story.

He was born in Starlight Shores and raised there in a foster care, he didn't have any memory of his birth parents. He didn't really have a family growing up. He was bounced home to home and got into some trouble as a young teen. He spent several months in juvenile detention after getting involved with some people he thought were friends.

The last home he was placed in was determined to help him. That's how he got into robotics, his foster mom was a doctor that specialized in prosthesis. She would show him all these amazing new devices and how they could help people have more functionality.

Eventually, he aged out but his mom still wanted to see him succeed. They helped him get into University and helped him get his record sealed. If it wasn't for them he wouldn't have the career he does. "I don't really have a family, they are as close as it gets but even that is tenuous. My foster mom died my junior year of college. She had a massive stroke there was nothing anyone could do. Her husband isn't open to contact right now, it's just too painful for him. Before she passed, they were my family, I went home for holidays they came up to see me, it was actually pretty great. When she passed it was excruciating. I lost everyone I considered family overnight."

Gene apologized for pushing. The story hit Milo like a brick, it was entirely too close to home for him. He felt overwhelming regret for forcing the conversation, he thanked Josh for his honesty, apologized and excused himself.

Initially Josh thought he'd done something wrong or that he'd blown his first impression. Gene assured him that it wasn't the case. Jen gave him the short version of Milo's background, "He was raised by his mom. She died when he was in high school. Rather than go to a home, he packed what he could carry and moved here. Things weren't easy or great for him but he made the best of it and found people he considers family. I think your story struck a nerve that was more raw than he expected." Gene chimed in that Jen was correct, he excused himself to go check on Milo.

They ended up in Jen's room. Jen gave him some more details on her Uncle's. That they took custody of her and her sisters in to keep them out of the system, Milo's experience was a big influence on that decision. Not that Uncle Gene would have done anything differently without Milo, but it became a personal mission for Uncle Milo.

"Uncle Milo had trouble finding his place in the family when him and Uncle Gene got married. In some ways he still has trouble, which for me is kind of weird, my Uncles are the only parents I've ever really known. My mom lives up in Evergreen Harbor but her her health isn't great, she surprised everyone by coming to Tiff's wedding. She tried to keep contact for awhile but I think it just got too much for her."

Josh listened intently, as much as they had talked and as much time as they had spent together, they had never really talked family. He could now see why, it was a messy topic for both of them.

They both felt like they had a better understanding of the other. It wasn't the way either of them saw the night going but the band-aid was off.

[countrymusiclover]

3 - Back to Mystic High

Part 4

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Raelyn’s pov

“So how was your trip back to New Orleans, Andrea?” I asked my niece sitting on the edge of her bed, thankful that she wasn’t here yesterday when we got attacked.

She smiled brightly at me. “It was great. Aunts Freya and Keelin showed me this cool bakery that was new in the quarter.”

“I’m glad you had fun. And I bet your dad and mom were happy to see you being a kid after seven years.” I put my hands in my lap before I heard someone knock on her door and it opened showing my husband.

Andrea waved at him happily. “Hi uncle Nikky.”

“Good to see you, Andrea. Raelyn Alairc told me to find you. He has an assignment for us.” He waved back at the young girl.

Getting to my feet I waved bye to my niece shutting the door so she couldn’t hear what we were talking about. “I’ll see ya later…so what is this assignment he has us helping with?”

“The former high school quarterback Matt Donavan says that two girls from Mystic Falls are missing. Alaric sent some of the kids to help search for them.” He explained leaning against the wooden wall.

Brushing my hair behind my ear I nodded. “And he wants us to supervise them so they stay out of trouble. This should be fun.” Turning on my feet I smiled seeing him turn around and follow me.

“Why exactly are you happy about this? These human kids at this high school don’t even know supernatural creatures exist. All they are thinking about is partying and sex.” Klaus raised a brow at me walking right beside me.

I smirked up at him, nudging him with my arm. “Then you already fit in with half of them. And the reason I want to check it out is because Jacob and I never went to a real normal school. We were homeschooled and secretly taught magic by our mother. But otherwise no normal life stuff for us.”

“Until you met me then you got to have all your firsts.” Nik vamped me gently against the wall holding me up by my legs with my arms draped over his shoulder. “And I know you rather enjoy our time together.”

Sending him a smile I vamped out of his embrace dragging him down the hallway. “Come on, Nik. We have to go to high school today.” We met the kids outside and drove the Salvatore bus to Mystic Falls high school.

Klaus and I followed the group outside the back of the high school finding one of the young vampires feeding on a girl. "Thought we were cool, bruh."

Lizzie snapped. "Don't "bruh" him. Second place or not, we know you killed Dana."

Hope sent her a confused look. "Wait. Dana's dead?"

MG explains to us. "Dr. Saltzman said they found her dead from a vampire bite."

"I didn't kill her, so y'all need to get the hell outta my face." Kaleb attempts to leave until Lizzie siphons from MG's shoulder.

She moved around him, still hurting him with magic. "Come on, guys, let's go. It's hero time."

Hope mumbled. "To the Blondemobile."

"Not so fast, Kaleb." Lizzie lowered her hand giving him some relief.

Kaleb rolls his eyes, dropping his hands from his head. "I told you, all I did was feed. torture me all you want to, but my answer's gonna remain the same... because I didn't kill Dana."

Klaus stepped towards the young vampire threatening him with his werewolf eyes. "If you’re lying you should know my bite can kill you and my blood is the only cure or I can compel any vampire since I am an original!"

"Trust me, Kaleb. He usually doesn't give someone a warning before he gets his point across. If you’re lying he'll find out." Sending the vampire a glare I flashed my fangs at him.

Landon said in Kaleb's defense. "Uh, he's right."

"What, so you're a mind reader now, Landon?" Lizzie turned to him, scoffing.

He pointed towards the treeline where we saw a blonde girl with dirt and healed wounds on her neck. "Call it a hunch."

Dana sat down on a park bench in a panic scoffing up at Lizzie, touching the wound she had on her neck. "We were on the way to graffiti that mill at your school. It was a harmless prank. But then I got snatched. Next thing I remember, I woke up in a ditch. So enjoy it while you can, Lizzie. I'm sure I look like crap. Oh, my God. What is that?"

Hope stuttered. "It's... Someone help me out here."

"It's the mother of all hickeys. You're fine, Dana. You're just a-a little slutty." Lizzie was quick on her feet trying to sound confident.

"I don't even like any of you. I should be talking to the cops." Dana made Kaleb roll his eyes trying to leave.

Landon jumps in front of her. "I can't let you do that."

Hope stepped forward casting a sleeping spell on Dana. "Ad somnum."

"I mean, she can't let you do that." Landon dropped his hands.

Staring at Dana’s body I run my fingers through my hair already knowing that this girl won’t make it as a vampire. Lizzie spun towards Kaleb raising her voice in frustration. “So you didn't kill her. You freaking turned her?”

“Turned her? You think I want to sit and listen to that for all eternity?” Kaleb grumbled back at the blonde Gemini witch.

Hope slapped her hands on her knees sending me and her father a frustrated glance knowing we would understand. “Well, someone did, meaning that we have a transitioning vampire on our hands.”

“Let’s hope Alina and Missy are having better work finding out what happened to the other girl. We don’t need two new vampires on our hands.” Klaus huffed putting his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket that looked like the one Damon would wear.

Missy’s pov

Mom and dad stayed with most of the group while Alina and I stayed together thinking it was easier since I had vampire powers and we could siphon off each other. Focusing my hearing we passed through a few people until we got to an empty hallway. “I don’t exactly see what the whole excitement is here that auntie Rebekah was so taken with. I mean most of the people here seem too stuck up.”

“Well we’re not all bad.” A boy’s voice came down the hallway where my twin and I turned our heads seeing a boy with brown hair and bright green eyes.

Clutching my hands into fists at my sides I sucked in a breath hearing his heart beating inside his chest. “Uh sorry. My sister didn’t mean any offense by it. We're just - uh looking- doing a tour.” I gulped feeling nervous like I couldn’t talk to this guy.

“I’m just messing with you. I’m Ethan. Ethan Machado. Who are you guys?” He asked, tilting his head to the side showing us a grin.

Alina stepped forward, extending her hand to him and they shook hands looking back at me. Yet when she stared at me she sent me a teasing look. “Alina Mikaelson and that’s my twin sister Melissa. And she’s not normally this shy.”

“Yeah sorry. And I prefer everyone to call me Missy.” Brushing past her I extended my hand to him and we shook hands.

Ethan lifted his gaze upward to mine where I bit my lip enjoying the way my name sounded coming from him. “It’s nice to meet you, Missy. Hey uh if you and your sister do get to come here. I hope to see you around.” He gave us a head nod before he left us alone in the hallway.

Glancing over my shoulder I saw my sister smirking at me with her arms crossed over her chest looking so much like how dad would look at me when he was teasing her. “What’s that look for?”

“You never get embarrassed around boys before. You never stumble on your words either. So all I can say is that you have a crush on him.” She tapped her finger on her chin, still smirking.

Throwing my hair around when I shake my head no back and forth I didn’t agree with her. “No I don’t. I can’t believe you would even think of something so ridiculous!”

“You’re in denial so I know I’m right.” Alina snapped, waving her index finger in my face.

Throwing my hands up I stomped up in her face showing her my vampire fangs and veins while trying to not blush at the thought. “How would you know what crushing on a guy would look like hmm. You were told to marry Jackson without a choice.”

“I’m not naive Missy. Plus he’s human so he probably won’t be like Hope’s last boyfriend. You’ll just have to worry about dad.” She starts walking away.

Using my vamp speed I snapped at her. “You were told to marry someone first.”

“But you still have to worry about dad finding out. Don’t worry sis I won’t tell. Just know I approve cause he seems nice.” Alina shrugs her shoulders walking around me where I rolled my eyes following after her.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[brainrawt]

Jordayla’s fight 5x08 – my thoughts

Without a doubt, the episode was great. One of their best episodes of the season and we know the bar was high. The moment they shared during Laura’s speech was adorable. But, the writer’s fingerprints were all over it! It was just too clear that the entire argument was written in FOR the line “I’d rather fight with you, than love anyone else”.  I imagine when they were making the first draft of that script, they just blanked in “argument” in that scene, wrote the rest of it and then went back and filled in the actual dialogue; Compared to their studio fight (my feelings about that scene are a whole other post), which was SO good because it felt like it happened naturally and more because they cared for each other so deeply and less because the writers had a hand in it and wanted them to hit certain beats. 

To summarise, Layla told Simone she was dating Jordan and he wanted her to have discussed that with him first and told Simone himself. If what they were trying to portray is them having a disagreement about the next step of their relationship - love it. 

Layla, my beautiful lonely girl, has always been on her own. She’s been parenting herself for years, her high school it-girl facade made her empty, she was failed in her friendships and relationships repeatedly, so her team has always been herself. Cue friend-to-lover Jordan who is adamant they discuss somethings significant together first. At the end of the episode, them landing on “We’ll face it together as a team” is a beautiful conclusion to me. In fact, I kind of wish Layla simply was in the wrong so that this whole thing was Jordan just aggressively loving her and wanting to break her walls circa s4. I might just choose to remember the episode this way. 

One thing I absolutely adore about them and makes them stand out from other ships, is that they are just so equal. This particular conversation though was more him going off and her feeling bad which I could not enjoy. And of course, the real sucker punch was *the* line: “She was my wife!” 

I felt sad - just let Layla have one thing! Her romantic life has never belonged to just her.

The truth of the matter is, Jordan just does not care that much about the Simone of it all, ahem “Wedding that never happened.” Not to say he did not love Simone, just that he was so passive in the entire thing. He didn’t fight for her, he didn’t do much of anything since Simone moved away for college. He didn’t even cheat on her and yet the break up was initiated because of his feelings for Layla. I just do not like how they handled Jimone and now it’s leaked onto Jordayla.

Lucky for me, the overlap between Jordayla and Jimone has always been very little. The common thing between them is Jordan, and yet they exist very separately. All the scenes of them in 5x01 are separate and even when Jordan mentions Simone to Layla then, there are no ex-husband vibes at all. He’s asking her if it's weird and you just might miss entirely that the stolen ex in question is himself. This energy from Jordan was definitely new.

And obviously we hate the wife line because, well, he likes Layla more! He has never priotised his relationship with Simone over Layla. In 4x18, he was moving crazy(!!!) and didn’t even realise, and I’m supposed to believe he would yell her name in Layla’s face? Or that he would yell at Layla period because he has neverr done all that before. If this conversation had happened in s4, I imagine he would’ve been like “Why didn’t you tell me…?” in a genuine effort to understand her. Another thing Jordan has never done is felt shame for his feelings, and not wanting Simone to not find out quite yet felt shame-y. I would say “She was my wife” is my least favourite thing they’ve said to each other but I rest easy knowing Jordan doesn’t mean half the sh*t he says, so it looks like “If you found someone you liked better than me I wouldn’t wanna stand in your way” keeps the cake. 

Most importantly, do I really care though? If THIS is them in a fight ie. complaining it was the longest 6 hours of their lives, sharing heart eyes and literally holding hands like normal, then do I even care if they're in a fight? I was giggling and kicking my feet whilst watching, I felt all the feelings they were going for, so honestly, that’s a job well done. 

I almost have to laugh at the fact that they could NOT think of a conceivable way to get Jordan to go off on Layla. Worse, they thought “Hm, what could these two be pissed about for approximately six hours including flirting and holding hands in between?” and they landed on “She was my wife.” So that shows to me all the significance of that conflict I needed to see lol.

In conclusion, whilst the argument felt contrived and Mike really did not need to add a whole clap, it was only supposed to be a one-episode conflict, and the drama, resolution and fluffy moments all delivered what they were meant to. Jordan was probably more frustrated at himself than at Layla. They were very sweet and forgiving of each other, an understated but excellent trait for a teen drama ship if you ask me. I just love them.

[vivalasimming]

What happened to my Pleasantview? Part 1

So I’ve had my current Pleasantview save for more than a year and a half now, and since I wasn’t really planning on posting about it I barely have any good quality pictures, so I thought it’d be best to share what has happened to my Pleasantview as I do intend to post the current generation and future ones.

So, here it goes:

Lothario lineage: Don did marry Cassandra but their marriage was very very short. They had a very good looking boy, Carl Lothario-Goth. Don went back to his condo after his divorce, taking one third of the Goth fortune with him. Then, when Carl was a child, he randomly died after one of his many bachelor nights with dates. Carl then went on inheriting his father’s condo as well as his commitment issues trait. He had a long time relationship with one of the many girls he met on college, Margaret Paul, and had a girl, Rosalie. After this point, the Lothario name was changed to Lothario-Paul. Rosalie is basically the female version of Don, having lots of men over until she got pregnant by her long time “friend”, and had Selena.

Goth lineage: Currently split between Cassandra’s descendants and Alexander’s descendants. Cassandra’s descendants are the Wallace family while Alexander’s line kept the Goth surname.

Cassandra went on to marry Darren Dreamer (at this point they were known as the Dreamers) and had two children: Kara and Travis. Kara married Brandi’s fourth child (more on this later) and Travis married his high school sweetheart Angelica Wallace. After their marriage he took her last name and inherited Cassandra and Darren’s home after they both died. They had two daughters, Vivian and Maisie. Maisie became the heir and married Pete Broke, Dustin’s youngest child and only son, and now are raising a daughter, Anne.

Alexander took over the Goth manor after Dina was successfully kicked out of it and Cassandra decided to buy another house with Darren in order to distance herself from the Goth brand, so to say. He had trouble finding a suitable woman and ended up going on a very random blind date in which he met police officer Demi Love. They fell in love rather quickly and married. Demi then changed her name to the more Goth-like Demetria and had three children: Matthias, Elizabeth and Gerald. Everything was going well and the family was well on their way to recovering from the hard blow of losing two thirds of their fortune after Dina and Don messing them up, and Alexander had just become Mad Scientist like his father, but then he died after being scared to death by his great grandfather. Matthias went on to marry Adam Broke’s daughter, Gerald moved downtown and Elizabeth became the first Goth female family head. She married Brad and has two children, Beatrice and Isaiah.

The Caliente lineage: Dina managed to seduce Mortimer and married him immediately after Cassandra and Don’s wedding. In order to ensure herself to part of her husband’s fortune, she had a son with him, Paulo. Mortimer died soon after his birth. After this, Cassandra and Dina ended in a lengthy legal battle which ended with Dina taking one third of the Goth’s money as settlement so Cassandra and Alexander wouldn’t lose their iconic house. Then Dina and Paulo moved back in with Nina, but Nina died after being scared to death by Michael Bachelor’s ghost which was interpreted as revenge from Netherworld for destroying the Goth family and basically stealing their fortune. Dina then vowed to make herself independent especially after also losing her friend and lover Don. She then met a new resident called Darnell Morrison, who she genuinely fell in love with and married. After this, she was known as Dina Morrison. She had another child, Omar, learned the value of good work (that fortune needed to be invested somehow) and became quite successful as a lawyer. She also became a good mother to both Paulo and Omar. Omar became the Morrison heir and married Claudia Langerak, Kaylynn’s oldest child. They had two boys, Ryan and Lucien. Omar and Claudia were set to become Pleasantview’s most famous couple after Mortimer and Bella, but Claudia tragically died after being struck by lightning. Omar then lived in grief for a long time just focusing on his architectural career and raising his two boys. After some time and when his sons were teenagers, he met college senior Maggie and married her, and then had two daughters, Gabrielle and Rita. Lucien was named heir of the Morrisons, met and married Gina Cross and had two daughters, Tegan and Veronica. They now live in Pleasantview’s most expensive mansion.

Paulo has lived his whole life as the “second class Goth”, apart from his half-siblings who barely acknowledged his existence. He became a vampire and did become friends with both Elizabeth and Gerald. He has recently married Petra Pleasant (Lilith’s daughter). He also explored with astronomy for a bit, ended up being abducted by aliens which resulted in a daughter, Adelaide. She married some townie called Merle Walsh and has two daughters, Renata and Julia.

The Dreamer lineage: Dirk’s descendants.

Dirk lived with his dad and stepmother for a while, then went to college. Shortly before going to college, he met Sophie Miguel with whom he clicked almost immediately. Sophie followed him to college where their romance blossomed. It was tough for Dirk but he ended up choosing Sophie, breaking both his and Lilith’s hearts. Dirk and Sophie married and had two children, Virgil and Isaac. Dirk died in a fire, just like his mother. Shortly after, Isaac was taken away by the social worker as Sophie was too distraught to look after him. Virgil went on to marry Zahara, Lilith’s daughter, with whom he had three bolts and a very deep love from the beginning. They had a daughter, Joanna, who has recently married Oliver Cormier-Broke (Dustin’s grandson).

[strangextown]

Uberhood rotation - Goth update (s0e2)

It's the Goth family's turn!

I'll go over the most important events that took place after I began my Uberhood rotation. And it's gonna be a doozy.

If you're not a fan of all the jabbering, at least take a peek at the screenshots, they're cute and/or hilarious. I PROMISE!

Mortimer Goth married Dina Caliente shortly after Bella's disappearance - within a year if we want to be specific. Regardless of what the back-fence talk was, Mortimer truly loved her and she loved him. The thing most of the blabbermouths missed was how Mortimer and Bella's marriage lost its spark years before the incident even took place. The high school sweethearts simply drifted apart, ending up unfulfilled and bored in the long run, and the separation process was in motion. It's not surprising that Mortimer Goth became the main suspect in the beginning stages of police investigations - the charges were dropped in short order though. While he was officially clear of blame, some residents of Pleasantview held onto their own hunches. His son Alexander was one of them.

Deep inside, Alexander knew it was a setup. Misconduct of SOME kind must have taken place. It HAD to. The whole thing just didn't add up - the timing, the circumstances, the so-called "proof" of everyone's innocence, the "investigation", and most of all, the silence. The God-forsaken, gut-wrenching, agonizing, harrowing silence that swallowed the town whole. One day, Bella was there and she was gone the other. That's how it all went down, simple as that. It's like everyone around him was playing pretend that she was never there to begin with, making him feel utterly alone and at the edge of insanity.

And so he began his own investigation, confidently believing that his father was to blame.

Although he knew Lilith by sight, mainly because his sister Cassandra babysat the Pleasant twins years ago, he finally got to know her at college. After some long night walks, diner dates, and a few kisses shared over the grave of her late father, the deal was sealed. He loved her immensely. Lilith became the light in his sea of darkness, the serene voice in the torturous, mute void.

Mortimer died of old age around that time.

After they both successfully got their degrees, they moved back into the Goth mansion together. To say Lilith was ecstatic would be an understatement; oh the delightful life she was almost guaranteed... She could finally be at peace. Safe.

With two children around and one on the way, Lilith was preoccupied with the homely duties of your average parent. Those same duties caused Alexander great agony; he's gone completely off-grid. He felt immense guilt for getting carried away from what mattered the most; the truth. Enlightenment.

His frustration caused him to behave rather recklessly and in a desperate attempt to feel closer to that alluring enlightenment, he ended up luring a grand vampire into the mansion and locking her up in the attic, right where his father's experiments took place. While the first days were rough, soon it almost felt like she wasn't interested in getting away anymore. With time passing they bonded, one thing soon led to another and...

He became a creature of the night.

As pale as paper and as thin as bone, eyes red like fire glimmering with lust. At moments entirely weak, sporadically oozing power.

(He felt a wee bit silly in the last shot.)

And you know what's hilarious about all of this? His family was clueless. Not forever, but for an embarrassingly long while. Taking care of three toddlers while your husband locks himself up in the attic 24/7 causes you to become exhausted and absentminded at times? No way! What?!

Anyway, the grand vampire dashed after successfully turning Alexander. His family understood that the state he found himself in wasn't a simple case of flu when they saw his skin burn up at the slightest touch of sunlight. That and his teeth. And eyes. And the constant "Bleeh!"ing. Oh and the bat form. That felt a little out of place.

Lilith wanted to support her sweetheart in his dreams but it was getting harder and more taxing with time. She never saw him anymore. It felt like he never showed interest in her or their children anymore. The days were the worst; that's when the Goth mansion fell completely silent, with Alexander deep in slumber and the children at school.

She isn't proud of it. Who in their right mind would be? She's betraying Alexander, the children... Herself. But is it really that simple?

She believes it's the crippling exhaustion and loneliness that led her into Dustin's arms. With him, she has something special; history. Intertwined, complicated history that goes back years and years. The sense of familiarity brings her sheer comfort in these trying times. Oh, what they've been through...

Don't get her wrong though; she didn't act on it. Physically speaking, at the very least.

Stay tuned to find out more about this drama in the Pleasant family and the Broke family update. :P

Lilith, Alexander being spooky in a tank top and their first son Edgar just chilling.

Edgar trying to bond with a school friend while his father's being his good ol' stinky vampire self.

That's it for now! If you made it this far, thank you so MUCH for basically reading my messy game notes.

Writing all of this out is really helping me remember all the plot points happening in my game and sharing the screenshots just brings me so much joy. Man, this is fun.