#overdue by quite a few months but oh well

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Drugs and surgical scrubs chapter 27 💖

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Hello, I contemplated it a lot, I decided it would be best. I will be sharing this beware on a rather big artist here who hurt me personally.

I will write more at the end. Please take care. Warning: the post is very big

Pestkitty is also known as Nopperabou if I remember the name correctly on other platforms such as Artfight and Youtube

*It should be noted this is very blatant lying on that guys part, I was keeping to myself for this entire time and harassed nobody, on the contrary his friends had been harassing me. I regret not writing that more clearly

I don't think I mentioned it in the original post images but I would also like to note at the time I was not an adult yet and it was my first time going on a plane... 11 hour flight completely alone is scary, no family, nobody in my family has ever travelled so far. It was a very big deal

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Description from original post on Instagram (it's a lot so I'll make it small):

HI HI PAWB! Lots and lots of people wanted me to put this together, please do share, even if you do not know the people it would be great help. The more people who know the more people who can stay safe. This post is a little overdue but I was gaslit by them into thinking these were not big issues and that I was the one being strange so it took a while for me to gain the stability to put this together, I ended up downplaying my feelings a lot and it wasn't untill somewhat recent when I realised I may be developing a new disorder from their abuse that oh... I was not wrong for my concerns and feelings; these people really are harmful. I do not condone harassment so please do not go messaging these people. Block, share, and move on. Stay safe. That is my internet mission for you🚀

I make this post because they are rather gross and dangerous and have considerably big audiences, people have told me their opinions that they should not have the platforms that they have because their behaviours are dangerous. There is more things they've done that I have not included because I would like some of my own privacy even after my private information was leaked in a comic haha... I've displayed enough behaviour from them to show who they are and what they do though, so this is enough!

This is quite intimidating for me, so, I will be going offline off of this account for a few days and just let this post simmer... Not for too long because I have some awesome art cooking HEHE but YA! If there are questions in the comments my friends will answer for me! Though, I think I've been rather transparent so I don't think there would be any.

I will also be providing more proof in my story, specifically proof that slide 10 IS that guy because quite frankly anybody could be "Instagram user" and they have fabricated stuff against me in the past so I think it would be good to prove it is that account.

Okay bla bla that is all, apologies this is such a scary and serious post especially as I like to keep my account a friendly nice place but ahhh it really has been burning at me. So, thank you for reading so very much. Bye bye pawb!

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That was a lot! So here is why I'm sharing it to Tumblr:

☆Awareness! NOBODY should have to risk getting close to these people. NOBODY.

☆Better circulation! My Instagram post got over 3000 likes, lots of shares, 100s of comment and many saves so it did very well however after a while things leave the light and become something "of the past". I notice this does not happen so much on Tumblr and things continue to be shared

☆This still effects me. The original Beware is from 3 months ago however I am currently doing this because I was restless from lastnight nightmare (I had a nightmare about these people) and now I'm all nauseous and shaky again! It's 3am and I was panicking a lot so I put this together, I'm yet to rest

And finally....

☆TAGS

I notice that if an image in a tag becomes popular enough it shows up on things like Google! Isn't that cwl! So, if a fan of these people searches for them on the internet the beware could show up which may deter them from the artist. This is great, which is why I also need your help in making this popular!

Thank you sincerely for your time, it is greatly appreciated. I feel calmer now that I have made this post, I regret not making it earlier but it is better now than never. Nos da ac breuddwydion melys pawb♡

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Got Me Thinking

Part 4: If Your Girl Only Knew (Slight NSFW)

Synopsis: Jack invites you to one of his shows, and everyone is excited to see you, especially him. However, he had to warn you that the time had finally come for meeting the infamous Kelsey face to face.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Ever since that lust filled night when Jack came to visit, you were longing to see him again and be in his presence. During different times of the day, your thoughts would go back to that moment and how much pleasure he had brought you. So much that in more times than you could count, you found yourself having a river form in between your thighs and often found yourself putting your vibrator to good use. That would have to do at least until you saw him again.

Luckily a few weeks later, an opportunity arose when he called you on Facetime and asked you if you would want to come to one of his shows. Surprisingly, you hadn’t seen him perform since the two of you called it quits and thought it was long overdue.

You had kept tabs on him throughout the years and still supported him, but you simply did it from a distance.

“You busy this Friday?” He asked and all you did was eye him.

“Depends on who’s asking.” You answered while eating your chocolate covered strawberries that was from an edible arrangement that Jack had sent to your house earlier.

“Well I’m asking because I have a show I’m performing at in L.A. and I want you there with me.”

“Hmm, I guess I can fit you in my schedule.”

“What do you mean you guess? Stop acting like you don’t want my face buried between your thighs again. And I definitely want to be one of those strawberries right now. Why are you eating it like that? Getting me bricked up and shit.”

“Jackman! Cut it out, he’s downstairs.” You exclaimed while getting up to close your bedroom door.

“Like I give a flying fuck about that. He doesn’t deserve you anyway. Don’t act shy now, or did you forget what happened last night when I called you?”

You instantly got a smirk on your face remembering how Jack asked you to get off in front of him and all you remember was the camera view becoming blurry as he hit his peak and his cum went flying everywhere as he watched you.

“I see your phone survived what you put it through.”

“Look, it was your fault and I’d do it again too with no hesitation.”

“I know you would.”

Jack then got quiet and you looked at him curiously wondering what was on his mind.

“Jackson, why are you so quiet all of a sudden?”

He simply sighed before answering you.

“Kelsey is going to be there too.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Jack, that’s your wife isn’t it? I would expect her to be with you sometimes.”

“Yes, but….”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll play nice and be on my best behavior and I might give you a private show once you’re done with your own.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“Nope, you just have to be patient and wait and see. But, why am I worried about someone that clearly can’t give you what you want or satisfy you? From what everyone says about her, she obviously doesn’t compare to me.”

“Doesn’t even come close.”

“Isn’t it almost two in the morning over there? And where is she now?”

“It is and I have no idea where the hell she is and I don’t care. Probably out spending all my got damn money.”

You stifled a laugh and he simply shook his head.

“Well Clay does call her the wicked witch of the west for a reason.”

“And now I’ve really started to see why over the last two months.”

“We’ll talk about it later, but for right now you need to go to sleep and get all the rest you can get for Friday.”

“Oh, and why is that?”

“Because you’ll have two performances to put on. One for your fans and the other one is for my eyes only. How do you think Kelsey would feel if we had a few minutes to ourselves after the show?”

“I can arrange it and make it happen and she can get the fuck over it.”

Friday was now here and you were on your way to the venue and made sure to leave a bit early so that being stuck in traffic wouldn’t become an issue. As you were driving, a facetime call came through and you saw it was Clay and quickly answered. You were now suddenly concerned and was hoping that everything was okay with Jack.

“Clay! Hi boo, what’s going on? Everything okay?”

“Please tell me you’re still coming, but hi to you too!”

“What the? What’s wrong?”

“Jack is in a mood again and you can guess why because there is literally only one answer at this point.”

“Oh, goodness.”

“I wish she would have stayed home but NOPE. So here we are and everyone is miserable so PLEASE tell me that you’re almost here. I don’t know how much more of her we can take.”

“Of course I’m still coming and I’m actually almost there. I left a little early because I knew traffic was going to be crazy.”

Just then Urban popped into the frame and was waving at you.

“Y/N!”

“URBANNN!”

“Hurry up and get your ass here. I’ll meet you outside and bring you to where everyone is. But uh, did he warn you about….?”

“Yes, I know.”

“Okay good. Didn’t want you walking into any surprises.”

“I’ll see you two in about ten minutes.” Without another word, you hung up and turned your attention back to the road ahead.

As promised, Urban met you outside and led you backstage where everyone was. As soon as you walked in the room, all attention was on you and Clay was the first one to capture you in a hug.

“We’re saved, we’re saved.” He whispered in your ear and you couldn’t help but laugh. When you looked over at Urban, he was laughing too so he obviously must have heard what Clay said.

“Y/N! Clay, move and stop hogging her!” Ace exclaimed while trying to get in between the two of you.

“Hiii Ace.”

“Hello, Y/N, and we need to talk business. As in business being your older sister.”

“ACE!! Leave the girl alone! She just got here! At least let her settle in before you start harassing her! Hi Y/N, I’m Neelam and I’ve heard such good things about you from Jack. It’s so nice to finally meet you.” So, this was the famous Neelam that everyone talked about.

“It’s so nice to meet you too!” You responded while returning the hug that she was giving you.

You scanned the room and didn’t see Jack or Kelsey so you assumed that they were together and sure enough right on cue, they both entered. Jack was walking in front of her and clearly pissed off about something as she was following behind him like a lost puppy and there was an obvious pout on her face.

“Babe!”

“Kelsey, drop it. I’m done talking about it.”

When Jack looked up and saw you, his grim mood turned the corner for the better and immediately ran over to you and picked you up as you began to laugh.

“Hiii boo. I see you’ve missed me.”

“You have NO idea.” He said loud enough so that only you could hear and squeezed you tighter. 

“When you left, I lost a part of me. It’s still so hard to believe, come back baby please cause weeee belong togetherrrr.” Clay started to sing when the two of you embraced and it was giving everyone in the entire room the hardest time in order not to laugh.

“I just love Mariah Carey. One of my favorites. Yall think she’s going to do a Vegas residency soon?” Clay asked as he was scrolling through his phone.

“I’d definitely come with you if she does.” Urban responded while shrugging and Neelam was eyeing the two of them.

She quickly mouthed ‘Behave’ while trying not to laugh herself.

Once Jack had placed you back on your feet, you suddenly felt a presence next to you and turned around to be face to face with Kelsey herself.

“Babe, who’s this?” She asked Jack and he clearly looked annoyed at the fact that she was even talking to him.

“Y/N, this is Kelsey, Kelsey this is Y/N, we went to high school together. She lives here and I asked her to come.” He answered while not taking his eyes off of you and his left arm was still around your waist which she was quick to notice. 

“It’s so nice to meet you.” You said as you held your hand out towards her, but she examined it before she took it.

“Oh, someone’s jealous.” Clay whispered to Urban and he immediately nodded.

“I didn’t realize you two were so close and had no idea you would be here tonight. I feel that is something important that you should tell your wife, don’t you think, Jackman?”

“Here she goes.” Clay quietly said while keeping his focus on his phone.

“They’ve been a lot closer than she thinks.” Urban muttered next to Clay and they both began to laugh.

“Kelsey, don’t start. So I have to tell you about every single person that I went to high school with and decided to reconnect with them?”

“I didn’t even mean it like that.”

“Well it sounds like you did.”

“Damn, 100 points to Gryffindor. He got her good with that one.” Ace said from behind you as you were simply standing there because it was now awkward.

Kelsey then turned back to you and gave you the fakest smile that she could muster. There was something about you that she couldn’t put her finger on, but she already knew for a fact she didn’t like you.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.”

“Okay, is she settled in now Neelam? Y/N! Let me at Janelle!” Ace said as he was now at the snack table and all you did was shake your head at him.

The time waiting for Jack’s set was spent with you goofing around with everyone backstage and getting to do a mini photoshoot in the hallway with Urban taking the pictures in order for you to be able to post them on your instagram later.

When you were across the room talking to 2fo with Jack right beside you, Kelsey went and sat next to Clay who had a confused look on his face when he noticed her.

“Uhh? Did you need something Kelsey?” He politely asked as he was silently cursing Urban for leaving him there by himself.

“How does Jack know her?”

“He told you earlier. They went to high school together. Didn’t you hear him?

“And they were just friends?” She asked, trying to find out more information about you.

“Don’t you think that this is a conversation for you and your husband to have?” Clay asked while finally turning to look at her.

“He doesn’t want to tell me anything anymore.”

“Hmm, I wonder why. Evil ass.” Clay muttered to himself so that she wouldn’t be able to hear.

“You still need to ask him and not me.”

“Is there…. Is there something I should be worried about?”

“Meaning what exactly?”

“Jack hasn’t taken his eyes off of her since he saw her when she got here.”

“Well.. they haven’t seen each other in a long time and they were really close.”

“How close?”

“Kelsey, ask my brother.”

“But obviously you know something, but aren’t telling me.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re a little jealous? You’re the wife, right? So you shouldn’t have anything to worry about.”

“I’m not jealous! It just seems like everyone adores her and all of the attention has been on her.”

“She’s an amazing person. Always has been. Our parents absolutely love her too.”

“Wait, she knows your parents, too?!”

“Like I said before, they were extremely close.”

Soon there was only about twenty more minutes until it was time for Jack to go on stage and you wanted to give him a small gift since you still hadn’t gotten him anything for his birthday. You knew deep down that he didn’t care and was simply excited to see you, but you still wanted to do something nice for him. As he was about to head to his dressing room, you grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Hey, I have something to give you, but I want it to be when we’re by ourselves.”

“Hmm, is it what I think it is?” He asked as he wiggled his eyebrows and you quickly smacked his arm.

“Behave! And no, but… if we can make our way to your dressing room now, I can give you a good luck kiss and maybe a little more?”

All he did was smirk and start to play with the ends of your hair which Kelsey was very quick to notice and was quick to interrupt.

“Babe, isn’t it time for your good luck kiss since you’re about to hit the stage?”

“Gag me with a spoon.” Quiiso said to 2fo who was trying not to laugh.

“Um, sure in a minute. Let me go get dressed first. And Y/N had something to show me so we’ll be back.”

He put his hand on the small of your back and guided you down the hallway to his dressing room as Kelsey was left sitting there fuming at what just happened.

Once the two of you got to his dressing room, he closed the door behind him and locked it then his lips were instantly on yours.

“Mm, I’ve missed that and this.” He said as his hand went to cup your ass in the skirt that you were wearing.

“You definitely made that clear on our facetime call earlier this week.”

“So, what did you want to give to me? Is it another purple thong? Because at this point I’m about to start collecting them like infinity stones.”

“I literally CANNOT with your ass.” You said while laughing and Jack pulled you closer to him so that he was able to kiss you once more.

“Look, I figured I’d ask and when I collected all of them it would unlock some type of bonus scene.”

“Jackson PLEASE stop talking.” You responded as you continued to laugh.

“What?!  What’d I say?!”

“Anyway, for starters, it’s not a thong because I’m not wearing anything under my outfit at all.” You whispered against his lips and grabbed his hand to place it underneath your skirt.

His fingers grazed against your core and you were getting wetter by the second. He then inserted two of his fingers and slowly moved them before putting them in his mouth and sucking on them. Just like he did the last time the two of you saw each other.

“There’s definitely more where that came from, but we have to save it for later.” He quietly said, but all you did was get on your knees without breaking eye contact with him and started playing with the waistband of his sweatpants.

“You definitely don’t need a good luck kiss from Kelsey, but will good luck head be acceptable?”

All he did was nod his head as you pulled down his sweatpants and boxer briefs and immediately took him in your mouth.

“Ahh shit.”

Jack didn’t want to mess up your hair so he simply pushed it back out of your face as you continued to pleasure him.

“I’m definitely going to need you to sit on my face after this later. FUCK!”

Because you knew that he didn’t have a lot of time, you were trying to move as fast as possible in order to get him to cum and you could tell that it was working seeing as Jack’s eyes were now closed as he threw his head back in pleasure and was trying to lightly force you down on him.

“My girl looks so pretty taking all of me in her mouth. That’s it baby, that’s it. I’m close.”

You hearing him say that he was close made you move even quicker with a sense of urgency because the last thing you wanted was for him to be late for his set.

“Fuck!” Was the last thing you heard as he came in your mouth and you swallowed it without wasting a drop.

When he was finished coming down from his high, he looked down at you and smiled before helping you to your feet and kissing you.

“I want to return the favor.”

“But… we don’t have a lot of time.”

“We have as much time as I say we have. I’m the headliner and calling the damn shots.” Was all he said before leading you to the couch and immediately pulling your shirt down to expose your breasts that he began to play with them, lightly sucking and biting.

“Babe, that’s going to leave a mark.” You whined and he simply shrugged.

“I’m marking my territory.”

He didn’t waste a lot of time before pulling your skirt up to your hips, spreading your legs and diving in head first.

By the time that Jack had gotten dressed and you had given him his gift, which was an exclusive Rolex that was personalized and had his initials on the band inside, he was only a minute late. 

“I’m definitely wearing this onstage. Thank you Buttercup.” He said as he leaned down to kiss you and you were simply admiring his outfit as you helped him put on the watch. 

His outfit was your favorite color.

Green.

“Hmm, you wore this outfit on purpose, didn’t you?” You asked and all he did was smirk.

“What ever do you mean, baby?”

“Such a fucking tease.”

—

As you were in the front and standing off to the side watching Jack perform, Neelam came up to you and smiled. You returned the smile and the two of you watched him in silence before she turned back to you to say something.

“Y/N, I just wanted to tell you how much the people around him see how much happier he’s been since you two reconnected.”

“Well you can thank Clay for that.” You said thinking about when he first asked you.

“I.. look.. Jack is not only my client, but someone who I consider my little brother. He has talked about you non-stop and all I want is for him to be happy and I know that his happiness is wherever you are. Kelsey isn’t good for him and we could all see it from the beginning. He just didn’t want to listen. ”She said, being completely honest.

“That seems to be the running theme of what everyone keeps telling me. He’s definitely important to me and I want the best for him. I just wish sometimes that we never broke up because I always think about how our life might have turned out differently.”

“Well the two of you reconnecting wasn’t by chance and it was definitely meant to happen. I just want you to know that whatever that you two have going on because I know that there is something there because my big sister radar is going off, I support it. I just want him to be happy again. That’s all we literally all want.”

“I wish it was that simple.” You replied while sighing.

“Well, why isn’t it?”

“You said Jack told you a lot about me, but did he mention my husband?”

Neelam looked at you dumbfounded before she responded.

“You act like the word divorce doesn’t exist?”

“And that’s my problem.”

“What is?”

“I love Jack like if he would have asked me to elope when we were eighteen, I would have without a second thought and that is still true as we speak, but I also love my husband as fucked up of a person that he is and I’m having second thoughts about divorcing him.”

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jackharlow love you forever and I will always be proud of you 💖

jackharlow: so happy you came tonight, thank you 😘 claybornharlow: reunited and it feels so good yungskylark: aye! y/n lemme get Janelle's number!!! anesthesiabae: jackharlow any time you need me, I'm here urbanwyatt: mariah carey- anytime you need a friend jackharlow: anesthesiabae so this means I can ask for my hoodie back now right? anesthesiabae: ACE... NO! and jackharlow if I didn't give it back and 12 years have now passed, what makes you think that you'll get it at all? jackharlow: anesthesiabae closed mouths don't get fed, now do they? neelamthadhani: so happy that I finally got to meet you! jackharlowsource: oohh she's pretty! jackharlow spill! who is this pretty lady?!

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Gym Sessions & Babies

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki & Narfi feat. Y/N

Summary: Loki takes baby Narfi with him for a long overdue gym session - and gives Peter dating advice.

Warnings: thirst - quite a lot... Loki at the gym (Yes, I consider that as a warning.), fluuuff, Loki being the best, sexiest dad and dating advisor

Word Count: 3,7k

a/n: I just had the idea for this and was like: Yes, I have to write it. 👀🔥 @muddyorbsblr knows, tehehe... I hope y'all love the combination of this as much as I do! 😁 Oh, and I absolutely love Loki's and Peter's friendship. 🥹

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Quietly sneaking down the hallway, Loki slipped the baby monitor into the left, deep pocket of his gym shorts, before he tiptoed straight into direction main door.

The god hadn't seen the gym in weeks. Months. Well, admittedly, he had more important things to do than keeping his godly body in perfect shape. Becoming a father again for example and with that taking care of you; helping wherever he could. Besides, having a newborn was just downright exhausting. In the best way possible, but still. Not to forget that he was spending a lot of time with his princess, too - who enjoyed that her father was home way more often at the moment. There was simply no time for things like the gym.

Until today.

Loki woke up that morning with the absolute motivation to do a few workouts today, and since you were on the road, driving Ella to her friend Tara for a slumber 'party' in the evening, he saw his chance. Sure, he still had to go after his parental duty and watch his little Frost Giant, but said little Frost Giant was sleeping like a rock - at least that was what the god thought...

He tied his wild raven curls into a manbun, checked the baby monitor again, grabbed his stuff and the keys, was ready to leave the apartment - but didn't get that far. Just when he wanted to plant his food behind the doorstep, sprung the baby monitor to life; telling Loki that his son had other plans and was audibly awake now.

A sigh left the god's lips. "Oh, really now?"

He put his things down on the little shelf again and hurried to yours and his shared bedroom. Opening the door, he got immediately greeted by a wide awake Narfi, who laid on his stomach, gurgling happily - even more, when he saw his dad.

"Little prince..." Loki said; putting his hands on his gym shorts clad hips. "Why are you suddenly awake now, huh? You should be sleeping. Didn't sleep very much last night..." Narfi just continued to gurgle and coo; kicking his small legs.

Loki sighed again and stepped over to the little crib; lifted the four-month-old up into his arms. "Did you sense that daddy wanted to leave, huh?" He asked; gently bouncing the little boy up and down and peppering his black fuzz covered head with tiny kisses. "What are we going to do now with you, young man?" Big, innocent ruby eyes looked up into his, causing Loki's heart to flutter. Oh how much he loved his babies.

Narfi clearly enjoyed to be held by his father. Loki could tell. His prince is the same like his princess was, back when she was a baby - and that gave him suddenly an idea.

"Ohhh, I know what we are going to do. Why didn't I think of this earlier?!" Loki smiled and laid Narfi back down in his bed - what he didn't like at all; a complaining whine leaving his small, now pouty lips. "Hang on for a minute, little prince. Daddy will be back within the blink of an eye, I promise!"

Loki quickly made his way to the little storeroom; searching in the depths of random stuff which found its place there over the years. "Where is it?" He asked himself; looking around. "I know I put it somewhere- Ahh! There you are!" With a bright smile, Loki reached for the object of his desire, adjusted it to his upper body and returned to his baby boy.

"Daddy just takes you with him. What do you say, little prince? Would you like that?" Narfi's eyes seemed to shine at his father's words; a heart melting squeal leaving his lips. Loki chuckled, lifting him once again out of the confines of the crib, "I take that as a yes." and strapped him to his chest with the help of the baby carrier he proudly possessed. It was the same baby carrier he used with Ella all those years ago. A smile stretched across the god's face at the memories.

"Do you like it?" Narfi flounced at first quite a bit; being not used to this, but when the baby felt how comfortable it was and how warm, he snuggled further against Loki's chest; enjoying his warmth and closeness. His tiny fingers dug in the fabric of the god's black compression t-shirt; holding on to his father. A big coo left the baby's lips. Loki chuckled; "Thought so." dipping his head to press a lingering kiss on Narfi's head; inhaling his scent. The soft fuzz on his head tickled Loki's chin. "Let's go. Perhaps you're going to get some more sleep, now that you're strapped to my chest. Isn't that a perfect deal, little prince? You get some sleep and almost skin-on-skin contact and I get to have you close and go to the gym. Definitely a win-win situation."

After grabbing a towel and a bottle of water, Loki made his way to the gym - which was luckily just a few floors away.

Said gym was very empty this evening. Nobody was there, except a few agents - and the youngest Avenger, Mr. Parker.

He was running on the treadmill, was highly concentrated - until he spotted Loki and the baby. His eyes stuck on the god; a smile spreading on the young man's face. "Ohh, hey Mr. Lo- woaaaah!" Losing his focus caused Peter to almost stumble and get thrown off the treadmill while waving theatrically, but he made it to catch himself in the last second. "Whoopsies, that was close," Peter whispered to himself, panting, before the smile returned to his face.

"Hey, Mr. Loki! And hello, cute little ice cube!" Loki raised an eyebrow in amusement and smiled. He didn't know why, but somehow he had developed a little soft spot for the Spider kid in the last few years. Peter was just so uncomplicated, funny, friendly and a little bit... clumsy and naive. Since he became a father, he understood the teenager way better than before.

"Hello, Peter." Loki greeted the young man, who was still running fast on the treadmill and stepped over to him. "What are you doing here, in the gym? I never saw you here before..." Peter blushed immediately; his cheeks tinting dark red. "Well, uh, I just thought I could try it; see if the gym is something for me. Mr. Stark said I have to stay fit as an Avenger."

Loki didn't believe a single word. The god chuckled and shook his head. "Peter, you are a very bad liar - and trust me, I'd know. You can't trick the Trickster. I thought you knew that." The teenager's eyes widened in shock and realisation - and this time he really lost all his focus and concentration; got thrown off the treadmill. "Woaaaah!" Almost. Loki's seidr caught the man before he could hit the hard gym ground and hurt himself.

Catching his breath and wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looked thankfully at the older man opposite him. "Oh man... Thanks, Mr. Loki, I lost control a bit..." Loki chuckled, "I saw that." and clapped Peter on the shoulder. "Why don't you go a bit slower first, huh? And tell me why are you truly here in this unknown territory."

The teenager nodded; blushing once more and got back on the treadmill; only jogging this time.

Loki placed his towel and bottle of water on the ground and looked expectantly at the young man. "So? I'm all ears," he assured; gently bouncing up and down, in order to calm the slightly fractious Narfi in his baby carrier. Loki knew that his son wanted more attention from him, so he wrapped an arm around the small boy and cupped his head with the other.

"Well, um, I... I just want to look a bit more after my body and, uh, yeah... Train my muscles..." Loki frowned; his brain trying to connect the dots - until it suddenly hit him. A mischievous smile spreading on his face.

"You are doing this to impress a girl, don't you, Mr. Parker?" Peter looked at the god like a deer caught in the headlights - and Loki knew he was right.

"Thought so," he said; smirking victoriously. "I-I, uh..." Peter stuttered; stumbling over his own words and was still redder than a tomato. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Peter. That is great. I remember, when I fell in love for the first time... It was... wonderful." Peter smiled sheepishly. "Yeah?" "Yes." "Do you remember falling in love with Agent Y/N?"

Loki chuckled; his heart beating faster at the mention of your name. "Oh, Peter... I'm still falling for her... Everyday a little more." Peter smiled. "That sounds beautiful, Mr. Loki..." The god nodded; still bouncing with Narfi softly up and down. "It is. Finding true love is special. Nothing compares to it. I mean, we had a bit of a bumpy start, but... We found each other in the end. And now look at us. Married, since a few months blessed with two children..." Loki looked down at the drowsy baby in his arms. The bouncing had clearly helped and had almost lulled the little Frost Giant to sleep by now.

"Do you intend to court the lady of your interests?" The teenager blinked; a gigantic question mark forming over his head. "Do you wish to take her out on a date?" "O-Oh, um, I don't know, I... I don't even know if she likes me or not, but her, uh, ex-boyfriend was a footballer, so-" "So you thought going to the gym, gaining muscles to look bulky like her ex makes her fall in love with you?" Peter chuckled nervously, "Perhaps?" causing Loki to shake his head immediately. "That is definitely not the right way to do this, young man. Appearance shouldn't be that important to you - or her. Sure, it's not unimportant either, but... Character traits are so much more relevant. If that girl truly likes you and cares about you, she won't care if you have a six-pack or not. Do not change your appearance just to be liked by other people - or girls." Peter sighed; and stopped the treadmill.

"You really think so, Mr. Loki?" "I know so, Peter."

The young Avenger smiled. "Thank you." "You're welcome. If you want more advice in wooing a lady, you can always ask." Loki patted Peter's shoulder. "Also, if you need help with the training, you are welcome to ask me, too. I think I'll be around for quite a while. Depends on how my little man here likes this." The god gestured around the big room. "You'd really help me?" "Sure." The teenager smiled once more. "Thank you, really - but I think, I, uh start slow and stay on the treadmill for now." Loki gave him a nod, "Like you wish." grabbed his things and went to the back of the gym, in order to warm-up a bit. He did a few different stretches - those which were possible with a baby strapped to his chest. Loki was careful the whole time, not to hurt little Narfi - who was dozing off more and more; luckily.

To finish his warm-up, he did a lunge. One knee placed firmly on the ground, the other leg angled in a perfect 90 degree angle. Loki checked on Narfi; looking out for his bent leg to not harm him. In order to prevent that, he made sure that the little boy was basically sitting on his leg. Then he stretched his arms up; stretching all the muscles in his upper body, too. He held that position for quite a few moments - until Narfi's small knee connected full force with his side; hitting him straight in the ribs.

"Ouch..."

Loki got on both knees; breaking the exercise. "What was that for, little prince?" He asked his son, who was looking innocently up at him; nibbling on his tiny fingers. "Was this specific warm-up excercise not to your liking, your majesty?" A heart melting coo left Narfi's opened mouth. "I take that as a yes. Well then..." The god stood up from the mat beneath him. "I think daddy's warmed up enough now anyway. Let us move on." Taking a sip of his water, he walked over to the leg press first. Loki mostly started his training with this gym machine.

He placed the towel on the backrest of the seat and sat down. "Alright..." He changed the weight, lifted up his legs and placed them on the board; again making sure to not squeeze or hurt the baby. "Are you ready, little prince?"

Then Loki started to push; making the muscles in his legs work.

While his dad worked hard, Narfi quite enjoyed the new position he was in. Sure, the baby carrier left not that much space to move (which Narfi didn't want anyway), but due to gravity, he was practically laying on his father's chest now. And that meant more body contact and warmth. Plus, it was a great position to sleep in - as Loki recognised after he was done with the reps.

Sweating and breathing deeply in and out, he looked down to find Narfi peacefully sleeping. The god smiled, "Finally..." and moved on to the next gym machine - the chest press.

Like before, he adjusted the weights, made sure his baby boy was comfortable and started to do his workout.

The chest press was a machine which was especially made to train his pectoral muscles, therefore he felt how hard they had to work, in order to stem the weight. Loki sincerely hoped that the twitch of his pecs didn't wake up Narfi again, since the infant had rested his head against them - or even worse... That he would wake up Narfi with the soft groans and grunts which left his lips. Luckily, though, Narfi kept on napping; curled up in the baby carrier and against his dad's upper body.

It turned out that Loki's plan of combining the gym and looking after his son was working quite well. So far, it had only benefits - and since Narfi was some extra weight he carried, the workout was even better. And so, Loki went from one gym machine to the next; deciding to make a long gym session today.

At some point, he was left alone in the big room. Even Peter bid his goodbye some time.

You tried to gently kick the main door shut with your foot; balancing the keys and the few groceries you got in your hands and arms. Somehow switching on the light and manoeuvring the key into the little bowl on the shelf beside the door, you slipped out of your shoes and made your way into the kitchen.

"Babe?" You whisper-yelled; not knowing if the newest addition to the family was asleep or not.

You received no answer.

"Babe?!"

And again; no response. Frowning you put the groceries down on the kitchen counter.

Just as you wanted to start searching for your husband and baby, you found the little note Loki had left you.

'Dear darling,

if you are looking for your men, you are going to find them in the gym. ;)'

You raised an eyebrow, "The gym?" but smiled. Of course, you decided to visit them, but first the groceries had to be taken care of. But after that was done, you made your way to the gym, which was just a few floors away - totally unprepared in what you walked into...

Barely after stepping through the doors, you could already hear your husband. Deep breaths and some grunts and groans were urging to your ears and sending a tingle down your spine. And as if the sounds weren't already sinful enough, no you also had to walk in on Loki doing sinful things - at least for your eyes...

He was at the pull-up bar, doing pull-ups. Nothing abnormal or unusual - but it was his look that almost brought you to your knees.

Loki was sweaty; telling you that he must've been here already quite a while - and him training was already hot itself. You could see the sweat glistening on his bare upper arms. A few droplets were running down the back of his neck, causing a few loose raven strands - which had escaped his manbun, to stick to the skin there.

The pull-ups he did made the strong muscles in his upper back and especially shoulder blades twitch and flex - and due to the fact that your god wore a sleeveless compression t-shirt, you saw everything. Every bulge, curve and dip.

That, combined with the unholy sounds he made and Narfi being strapped to his chest almost send you into the stratosphere. It was simply too hot too handle. Loki was too hot too handle. Your brain and the still slightly crazy hormones coursing through your system conjured a dangerous cocktail of emotions within your body. You wanted to scream and howl; right before jumping Loki like a feral woman. And on the other hand you felt your ovaries exploding with all the cuteness and love. Men and babies.

You were positively a mess.

Not being able to function properly, you just salivated and stared at your husband, without even recognising it.

Only a dark chuckle, followed by a smooth velvet voice was able to rip you out of your trance.

"You should take a picture, darling. I heard it lasts longer."

You blinked; tried to focus again, and noticed that Loki was standing now suddenly in front of you - a sight which wasn't any less sexy. "O-Oh, um, h-hi babe," you said happily; somehow trying to save the awkward situation.

Loki only chuckled further and placed a big, strong, veiny hand on Narfi's small back (almost swallowing it whole); caressing it gently to keep him asleep. That didn't help your situation at all. Especially since it was the hand on which ring finger his wedding band was, reminding you that Loki was your man. Surreal sometimes.

You swallowed hard; eyes fixated on his hand. Why was it so hot in here all of a sudden?

"Hello, my love," he said with a small chuckle. "Is everything alright? You look a bit flustered." Cheeky, little shit. He knew exactly what was going on. "S-Sure, it's just-" Loki shifted; adjusted the baby carrier and his gym shorts; letting the waistband snap deliciously against his sweaty skin. "Babe, would you please stop that!" You whisper-yelled out of sheer desperation. You couldn't take much more. You were sure of it.

Loki just smiled mischievously. "Stop what, my queen?"

Ugh... "You know exactly what I mean, Mister! Stop being so... so illegally hot and sexy! You can't just do pull-ups in front of me, being all sweaty and having our baby strapped to your chest!" Loki’s smile even widened, before he stepped dangerously slow closer to you - until he was able to place his free hand on your hip. The other hand has wandered up and was now supporting Narfi's small head. A mix of sweat and the remains of Loki's cologne hit your nostrils - and you had to fight hard to not shamelessly moan.

"And why is that?" He practically growled; giving you a smouldering look and softly squeezing your hip.

You whined. "Because I squeezed this-" You gestured at Narfi. "Huge tiny Frost Giant out of my body only a few months ago and therefore not should be thinking about sex yet!" It was frustrating.

The god's eyes widened softly at the sudden realisation and the meaning behind your words. It caused his demeanour to shift within milliseconds. The mischievous smile melted into a compassionate, almost sorrowful look and his hand slipped up from your hip to curl around your waist, his other hand following instantly; thumbs starting to caress your clothed skin softly. "Apologies, my love. I-I didn't think of that. I should've known and stop. I am so sorry." You shook your head; a loving smile spreading on your lips.

Isn't he just perfect?

"Don't be, baby. It's okay. My hormones are still a bit delulu, you know... It's not your fault that my body reacts like a horn dog." Loki nodded; "Yes, but I shouldn't have made it worse..." and leaned forward to press a lingering kiss against your forehead.

"Forgive me?"

You smiled; wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You're already forgiven."

Barely after those words had left your lips, you pulled your husband into one sweet, loving kiss after the next - until a small whine, coming unmistakably from the small boy between you and Loki interrupted the little make out session.

You pulled your lips from Loki's with a soft pop and took a step back; eyes immediately landing on your son. He was awake now; still a bit sleepy ruby eyes trying to look at you and tiny white romper clad legs kicking the air - and their daddy.

"Hiii, baby!" You cooed; leaning down to be on eye-level with Narfi, so that you could smooch the soft, chubby cerulean skin of his cheeks. It caused him to screech and squeal happily. "Did you have a great time with daddy at the gym? Yes? Were you a good little prince and slept for another while?"

Loki smiled, watching his wife and son. "Positive, love. I enjoyed today's gym session and the little man enjoyed being carried around the whole time. It was a win-win situation, honestly. And after a while, he slept in."

You looked up at the god; smiling. "A perfect solution then." Loki nodded; placing a kiss on the infant's fuzz covered head.

"He should be hungry soon, right? When did you lastly feed him a bottle?" You asked; tracing your thumb over the ridges and marks on your son's tiny hand. "About three hours ago, so... Yes." "Alright. Time to eat then, I'd say. Shall I take Narfi with me, so that you can spent some more time training?" Your husband shook his head, "No, my love, but thank you. I've trained enough for today. I'll join you." grabbed his towel and empty water bottle and reached for your hand; his fingers slipping through yours. "Let's go." You smiled at Loki; squeezing your intertwined hands. "Alright."

[cts-ryu-writing-desk]

Ethan's First Fuck

This one was kind of a back-to-form for the horny writings at least. Lord only knows what I was thinking when I was writing it. Probably something naughty no doubt (๑*ᗜ*)

Well, enjoy everyone.

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 It was September ninth, a Saturday, today was Ethan’s eighteenth birthday.  He was a particularly normal young man, not too muscular or too spindly. Ethan was about average in height, weight, and body type, but had a wonderful and caring charm. 

The party consisted of a few friends and family friends, including his mom's old school friend Carol. Since her divorce, she has been living with Ethan and his mom. She stayed in our downstairs guest room since it had a private bathroom and enough space for the little one on the way. Carol had gotten pregnant a few months before the divorce was finalized. It wasn’t her ex-husband’s baby, but the result of a one-night stand from a biker she ran into at the bar. Carol wasn’t upset, she had always wanted a baby.

By the time Ethan turned eighteen she was over forty-two weeks pregnant. She was three weeks overdue. Carol was constantly leaking milk, and her hormones were in such a tumultuous state. At the end of the party after helping his mom clean up Carol was sitting on the couch. His mother decided to head to bed. Kissing him and wishing him a wonderful “Happy Birthday”

“Thanks, Mom,” Ethan said

He went over to Carol. She was sitting there with her hands on her massive baby bump. Carol had always looked a little plumper than Ethan’s mom. However all thanks to this pregnancy well into her forties she had gained quite a considerable amount of weight thanks to the pregnancy. She was a tad bottom-heavy. Her hips appeared wider but as her third trimester progressed her chest had already gone up several cup sizes from her respectable thirty-six C to a considerable thirty-eight Double D. He couldn’t help but think of how she was looking like a real MILF. 

“Hey there birthday boy,” she said

“Hey Carol,” Ethan replied sheepishly

He had always had a little bit of a crush on her. He thought she was always pretty and he was very enamored by her rather gravid state. He sat there next to her. The two were engaging in simple small talk. Carol asked him how it felt to be an adult, and if he was planning on getting a fake ID. Shocked hearing this Carol told him, “Don’t you worry! I’ll buy you beer for a few years so you won't need one,” 

A little nervous laugh. “I don’t think I'm much of a drinker,”

“Well once you're out of high school, and go off to college that could change,”

Nervously he sat there rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. Unsure of how to respond. His mind was blank and all he could do was stare at Carol’s pregnant body. How tight her blouse was, how much her bust had grown, how her hips and ass became a little fuller. His gaze was broken as he saw Carol scooted to the edge of the couch grunting from the weight of her baby bump. He thought maybe she was going to leave him. He was beating himself up for staring at her so flippantly.

Carol was breathing heavily, “Boy I hope this kid comes out soon,”

“Oh, um. I heard sex can induce labor.” Ethan told Carol without thinking

She looked at Ethan and replied, "Are you offering?"

Ethan didn’t think about his response only blustering out “Oh, I’d gladly do it…”  he realized what he said, “I mean I ugh,”

Carol placed her hand on his thigh. His cock twitched in excitement in his pants. His face was bright red. “You know,” her voice was soft and sultry “my pregnancy has boosted my sex drive,”

Ethan felt his cock flare up. He was pitching a tent. “Maybe the birthday boy would like to do this Mommy?”

Ethan didn’t even say a word. He couldn’t help but nod vigorously. The two left the couch Carol leading him down to her room. After closing the door, Carol started to undress. Ethan frantically threw off his shirt. He was fidgeting with his belt. His eyes were mesmerized by Carol’s body. Her big round belly was covered in stretch marks. Those swollen milk-filled tits spilled out of her tight maternity bra. She slid off her panties and left them on the floor. With a finger she gestured for him to come closer, planting herself at the edge of her bed. 

Ethan stepped closer, Carol’s hands pulled open his belt and undid the button to let his pants fall to his ankles. His cock dripping a steady stream of pre-cum. Pulling his underwear down the elastic tugging on Ethan’s throbbing cock. It scratched until finally, his cock flung out his raging manhood free. Carol traced her hand along the narrow shaft. Seeing Ethan was quite long, she could Easily clasp the tips of her thumb and index finger around his shaft. Carol looked him in the eye, “you have such a nice cock,” she said to Ethan softly as she twirled her tongue around her lips

“Ah, thanks. Your…. you're so hot,” Ethan stammered 

Carol let out a cute little chuckle “You like the pregnant girls?” 

“No, I mean. we'll… uh” Ethan was stammering 

“It's okay, I won't tell,” Carol said lowering g her head closer to the tip of his cock

Ethan was shy to admit it but he had always found pregnant women erotic. Observing the character of Phoebe Buffay when she was a surrogate for triplets on the show Friends. Watching that growing up awakened something in him. He wanted to burst just being this close to her and her baby bump.

Carol wrapped her lips around his head, swirling her tongue around the tip of his head. Ethan whimpered, his hips and legs shaking already. Her lips were soft. The warmth of her mouth was enticing. She bodded her head up and down a few times on his shaft before pulling away. Her thread of saliva fell off the tip of his cock. Ethan’s heart was pounding.

“Come here Ethan,”

He came in closer to her lining his mouth with hers. She led him in a passionate kiss. He tenderly placed his hand on her bra. He could feel the weight in her bust. A gentle squeeze no softer than a slight grasp, she winced and broke their kiss. Ethan felt a wetness seep through the thin maternity bra.

“Careful birthday boy. They’re real tender, making too much milk,”

Ethan “I'm sorry, I,”

Carol placed her hand on his forearm. “Don't worry about that,” she said her legs spread showing off her thick bush “I know something that'll feel even better,” 

“I… I've never…” Ethan was panting excitedly as he got in close

“Shh,” Carol said softly “I'll teach you,”

Carol wrapped her legs around him. His cock scraped against Carol's wet opening. Sliding up and brushing against her. She moaned softly. Ethan listened to her instructions. “Guide your fingers down,”

He found the entrance with ease. Guiding the tip of his cock in. The heat wrapped around his cock as he pushed deeper into her. So warm. So wet. Carol flung her head back in ecstasy. “Go slow,” she said faintly to Ethan

He pulled back his hips and then dug his cock back in. Carol moaned. The sensations, the warmth. He was overexcited. His cock flared up, he was ready to burst. Each thrust let out a creaking from the wooden bedframe. Carol urged him not to hold back. He went a little harder. The creaking, though faint, became more and more plentiful as he thrust in fast. Trying to drive his cock deeper, trying to thrust faster. Carol moaned in delight, her arms dragging him in close to him. “Do it!: she urged him “Cum in me!”

“I.. I’m…” Ethan grunted

His muscles tightened. His body stiffened as his body prepared to fire off his load. He dug his cock in as deep as he could his balls slapping against her taint. He could feel it shooting up his shaft firing off a thick slurry into Carol’s pregnant pussy. Carol moaned in delight, impressed by the volume he released into her. Ethan fired off another big spurt of cum, feeling some of his cum seeping out of Carol and trail down his balls. A third spurt of cum made Ethan shiver, groaning at the feeling of release.

Carol was breathing heavily in his ear. “God,”

Carol brought him in for a passionate kiss, her tongue invading his mouth. The two entangled in a dance of passion. Breaking their kiss Ethan’s cock twitched a little, its firmness didn’t subside. Carol let out a sweet little giggle, “should be careful, could get a poor girl pregnant with that much,”

“I want to,” Ethan panted at her

Carol closed her legs keeping his cock nice and deep in her. “Is that what you wished for?”

A birthday tradition, make a wish and blow out the candles. Something inside him did place a wish this year. Though physically only going through the actions, part of him put a wish out there in the universe. A girlfriend of his own, a girlfriend who wanted to be pregnant. Someone who he could impregnate. Ethan could only mutter back, “Maybe,”

Carol smiled.

Ethan bucked his hips again. Though tender he was still hard. Ethan started slow. Carol moaned softly as he started up again. She had him stop, she got onto her side. One leg lifted the other on the bed. She wanted him to continue. He dove right back in. The new angle was thrilling for the two. He could feel the weight of the baby tightening her pussy. He thrusted into a nice groove, going nice and deep. Carol wanted him to keep going: harder, not faster. He thrust his hips, feeling the fat in her thighs ripped with each thrust. The power sent a ripple of pleasure through her. The creaking became louder, with each powerful thrust he dug into her pussy. She could feel his still heavy balls slapping against her. Groaning, she wanted more.

Carol could feel the pleasure building up for her. Her body tightened and tensed up feeling each of Ethan’s forceful thrusts. She felt his hand rub against her belly quickly with a good thrust to follow. He wanted to dig his cock in nice and deep grinding his hips against hers. In the heat of the moment, she felt a flurry of movement from her baby. The baby moved, kicking and squirming inside of her. Carol whined, this was killing the mood. Ethan was enamored by it. 

“Sorry,” she let out forcefully

“It’s moving,” Ethan said feeling her baby bump.

Her pussy was tightening around him. He pulled out his cock flaring up. This was like something out of a fantasy he read on a message board. Ethan placed his weak hand on her bump, feeling the baby move beneath her skin. His strong hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it quickly. Beneath his weak hand, Ethan felt a kick push against his palm. Ethan couldn’t help it. He had pumped up his shaft. The engorged tip of his cock was sensitive to the feeling, it set him over the edge. Quickly firing off thick strands of cum all over her thigh and lower baby bump. 

Carol felt his hot seed splattering against her. She sighed in relief, the baby was starting to settle down. Ethan felt the shivers race through him as he tried to get the last of his seed out of his shaft. 

Ethan fell over to the side allowing Carol to close her legs. She lay there a moment. The bed creaked, Ethan had gotten up and went over to the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. Running a little warm water on it he went over to clean his cum off of her.

“Thank you,” She said softly

“Thank you,” Ethan said

“Well you were only trying to help,” She said sweetly “Labor hasn’t started but, it was fun.”

“Yeah, I. I can’t thank you enough.” Ethan said.

She was still leaking cum from her pussy. Carol sat back up. Planting a sweet little kiss against his cheek. “You were wonderful, just what I needed,” she said softly to him

Ethan was delighted by her sweet words. Carol had urged him to get to bed. Mentioning he had a full day of adulting to do. Ethan could barely sleep the rest of the night. It was sudden and felt like a dream. Closing his eyes he could see Carol there, naked, pregnant, wanting him again.

In the morning, he was passing through about to leave the house. He saw Carol standing near the coffee pot a look of discomfort on her face. While Ethan was out and about, he got a call from his mom. Carol had gone into labor. Late into the evening while he was lying up in bed, images of pregnant porn stars littered his phone screen. A single text. “He’s here”

Carol had given birth to a baby boy. He visited the hospital in the late afternoon. Ethan was happy Carol was doing okay. Softly she told him, “All thanks to you,”

Ethan was practically blushing. “I can’t believe it actually worked,” he thought to himself

Eight months later, at a little summer get-together, Carol introduced her niece, Janet,  to Ethan. She was a timid young girl, a few months younger than Ethan. “Didn’t I tell you Janet, isn’t he so handsome,”

Janet blushed, unable to look at him and respond.

Ethan was nervous. Carol’s eyes shifted looking around quickly. Whispering to Ethan “She’ wants a baby. If you play your cards right maybe you’ll get another preggo to play with,”

Ethan blushed. From the outside, it looked like love at first sight. A friend of the family acting as a matchmaker. The two young adults sitting alone together. Ethan probed. “Um. So. Do you help your aunt with the baby when she’s around?”

Janet was nodding with a soft “Yeah.”

Janet couldn’t look at him. “He’s cute, I hope to be like that someday,”

“Someday soon?” Ethan asked his voice betraying his obvious nervous inquiry

“Maybe.” Janet was looking at the ground. Her face was a bright crimson-red

Nervously Ethan just let it out much like he did that night. “Do you want one?”

Janet looked up at him, her bright red face gave the impression she was intent on turning him down. “Would you really?!”

“Yes,” Ethan said quickly without hesitation

Again from the outside, it looked like young love getting to know each other. But as Carol cradled her fussy little boy in her arms bouncing him softly. She could see from their obvious happy tone echoing to her was a good sign. Ethan’s mom seeing this, said to her best friend. “Thank goodness you found someone who seems genuinely interested in him. I was worried I’d have to kill you if you fucked my son again,”

“It was his birthday. It’s not like he was drunk. He offered, and I said yes. And besides nothing would have come from it, just good old fun. Labor-inducing fun, but fun nonetheless.”

“This is your revenge for riding Jay when I was pregnant wasn’t it?” Ethan’s mom said

“Eh, maybe. A woman has to have her secrets,” Carol said

The two broke out into laughter. Ethan’s mom remarking she’s not patient enough to do the same to Carol. Ethan and Janet looked over at the laughing moms. “Do you maybe wanna get out of here?” Ethan asked

“And make a baby?” Janet shot out suddenly

Her bright red face and nervous shaking as she looked Ethan in the face.

“Yes,” Ethan said

The two left looking for a quiet spot to have good old-fashioned baby-making sex.

[windingpathways]

HELLO??

Fully blindsided right now & still processing the situation as I type this

My employer of 4 years, who has always been honest with me (sometimes to a concerning degree) has just let me know quite suddenly that she does not have the money to pay me for my last 2 weeks of work.

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It's not totally out of the blue, I knew the company was struggling in an expand-or-die sort of way, but she's been reassuring me for months that she had investors lined up etc etc and that she'd let me know well ahead of time if I needed to start looking for another job.

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Timesheets for the second half of September were due on the 1st-- mine totaled up to nearly full time at 19/hr. Typically payroll goes through within a couple of days or we at least hear an update. Crickets.

My internet bill was due yesterday; the charge hit my closed bank account and bounced. I was barely expecting to be able to cover my existing overdue and anticipated expenses with the paycheck i believed was coming. I reached out via text to ask for an update:

I have in fact been looking for another job-- at least on the side to make me feel more secure and allow me to live more comfortably-- but no one wants a gardener in the winter, or a gardener who can't drive, for that matter, and I hadn't begun to start looking for the sort of work from home admin job she had me doing.

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She's been like a weird family member to me for ages now, and yet she let me do all that work the last couple weeks, knowing she couldn't pay me for it, without saying a damn word. I have emails from her asking for me to do more for her as recently as yesterday. No mention of oh btw it's gonna be volunteer labor for now. I'm feeling heartbroken and betrayed; she was one of the few 'adult' figures in my life I genuinely felt I could count on.

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I'll double down and figure something out-- but, in the meantime, I'm SO fucked and I really need your help. Please please at least reblog this for a boost, and if you have even an extra dollar I'd be tremendously grateful if you sent it my way.

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Ca$happ/venm* $wanderingivy

Dm for paypal or evidence of debts/bills/expenses and shit if you want it, I can't psychologically tolerate trying to dig it all up right this second

[monstrouslyobsessed]

life updates and then some

oh dear, i've been gone for quite a long while, huh? i'm so, so sorry and i really, REALLY do appreciate all of your concerns and sweet messages! it's heartwarming to know that my works are still being loved even in my absence. yall deserves some explanations so ima get right in it.

mild cw ahead: bizarre financial abuse (?), depression, and nongraphic medical concerns.

these past few months were pretty rough, especially with the financial aspects, personal matters, and my health, both mental and physical, had been going downspiral to the point that my writing had become complete nonexistent and that i lowkey hated every word i put down. i won't get into too much of details, but the short of it, an estranged family member (and trust when i say they are estranged for very good reasons) pulled a fast one via some kind of legal fraud (???), which hurts my financial situation and impacted my ability to pay bills. im still a huge wtaf over it, i won't lie, but it is something getting sorted out atm via official and legal means (fun times to be had!!!). im incredibly lucky to be living with a very understanding person though who also got very angry on my behalf so don't worry about my current living situation.

health wise, doctors found something wrong with one of my organs but they couldn't determine the issue. since then, life had been a struggle.

with my health was the first thing to start for me, it's nothing fatal or too life altering, fairly mild imo (so say i with stupidly high pain tolerance, apparently), but it's kind of something i need to keep aware of with my consumption. but boy tis was not fun living with discomforts with my own body for a while. rest just fell into places afterward, unfortunately, but that's how the life go--you'll always have your ups and downs, just cherish the present while you can.

anyway, i can't promise i'll be posting regularly again given my situation(s), not as on a semi-frequent schedule, which absolutely does make me sad because i really do love making monsterfucker contents, not just for myself but for you lovely readers as well. hopefully i'll be back sooner than later. that said…

i do have a super overdue commission i'm going to post very soon! just got one last scene to get through (it's currently at 8.1k words....!) and get it edited and make it pretty--and bam! it'll be done and posted. so do look forward to that, at least.

heck, i'll leave yall with this teaser line at the start of the final scene!

“Let us give them quite a show, hm?”

just gonna...get through pron writing lmao <3 yet again, thank you all so very much for caring and i really do miss you and your kind words. please take care of yourselves, lovelies!

in the meantime, i'm going to clean out my blog a bit and i'll try to reply some of your asks later too. if you have anything random, asking for advice, or anything related to my ocs or my aus, ask away. my inbox is always open for yall <3

[comic-book-jawns]

Ricochet

“I’m sorry.”

Andrea truly doesn’t want to hurt Lena. She never has.

But this conversation is already nine months overdue. Well, nine months, plus three years. And if she’s doesn’t take advantage of this adrenaline high, she’s not sure when she’ll get the nerve back.

“For how I left.”

The way Lena tenses and crosses her arms tighter around herself tells Andrea she doesn’t have to elaborate.

“It’s fine. It’s not your fault I threw myself at you. And I’m the one who ran first.”

Well, yes, and Andrea obviously does not regret not kissing a 14-year-old back a few days before she left for college.

“I couldn’t give you what you wanted. But I… I could’ve give you closure.”

Lena scoffs.

“I would never have let you.”

Andrea thought so too — it’s how she eventually convinced herself that ghosting her only real friend from boarding school had been for the best.

It’s only occurred to her over the past few months that that was never the point.

“You would’ve known that I’d tried.”

***

Lena had really thought (cringey as it was) that she might actually cry if they won ICCA’s. If she played a part in making Kara’s dream since her freshman year come true.

Only Lena hadn’t really caught on that doing so had become her dream somewhere along the way. And, well, with her track record of dreams coming true…

Unfortunately, turns out that disassociating over placing first in a fucking a cappella competition is far more mortifying than tearing up.

Especially in front of someone like Kara. Not that there is someone else like her.

So she’s supposes she should be rather grateful to her team captain for bringing her back to reality… by bringing up her most mortifying experience of all time.

Of course, crying over your childhood crush saying sorry for not like you back is also quite cringey. But Lena’s dignity has lost sight of the shoreline at this point.

“So, yeah, that - that’s what I wanted to say. In case, being a complete bitch to you since August hasn’t been a sufficient apology.”

On the one hand, Lena is surprised by the genuine laugh that bursts out of her amidst the tears. On the other hand, Andrea is the only person who’s ever rivaled Lena’s dry sense of humor.

“I know it’s not an excuse, but… it was easier than worrying about disappointing you again.”

Already nodding along, ready to wrap this up, Lena freezes when she actually process what Andrea said.

“What?”

At the time, she’d been so blinded by hurt and shame for letting herself dream she ever stood a chance that she’d never even tried to put herself in her ex-best friend’s shoes.

It didn’t occur to her until she was actually getting ready for college herself that she had no idea what she’d do if a 14-year-old girl kissed her out of the blue and said she was in love with her.

Not that that was a remote possibility, Lena having sworn off friendship after convincing herself that Andrea had never given a shit about her.

Trying to convice herself, that is. Because she knew deep down that it was a lie. And that was the most excruciating part.

Still, knowing teenage Andrea had cared about her in some form… Well, Lena hadn’t just run into her at the Activies Fair three years later — very alarmed because it was not school Andrea had left for that summer — and assumed…

“I could never get your face out of my head.”

Humiliating, Lena feels herself blush, full well knowing Andrea didn’t mean it like that, and scratches at her wet cheeks as cover.

“No matter what Lex and your mother did, you - you wouldn’t cry. And I was always relieved.”

Oh? Lena’s not really sure what to say to that. But what really catches her off-guard is the sudden rasp in Andrea’s voice. And when she finally looks at the older girl for the first time since she joined her out here in the parking lot, she finds her swallowing harshly.

“Because I knew how to distract you. I was good at it.”

Andrea meets her gaze with an even more jarring attempt at a smile.

“But in the end, it was me.”

Andrea turns fully away then, her back to Lena, so all she can see is the hand running stiltedly through dark hair still pulled into a bun.

“I made you cry.”

Lena doesn’t need to see her face, though.

***

Precariously carrying five cups of steaming hot tea in her bare hands — every kind available; you’d think a singing competition would have a more robust selection?! — Kara considers it quite an accomplishment that she doesn’t immediately give herself third-degree burns when she finally finds the freshman in the parking lot.

Successfully placing them all down on the pavement doesn’t prove to be much easier, but Kara isn’t willing to tempt fate when she’s so preoccupied with the scene in front of her.

Kara does consider her fellow senior a friend, but more in the way she considers a lot of acquaintances her friends. And, frankly, her treatment of Lena has driven a wedge between them that Kara’s doesn’t know if she’s all that interested in dislodging.

Sure, Kara had eventually convinced her that Lena is the team’s future, literally.

The reason they’d used the same repertoire for years was because no one knew how to arrange new material. Nothing better than what they already had at least.

Andrea had never admitted their severely lacking musicianship, of course. So Kara had done it for her… after not defending Lena when she’d previously had the chance.

The point is Kara’s friendship with Lena “it’s just math” Luthor is her priority. She can live with never speaking to Andrea again after graduation. The thought of anything changing between her and Lena after graduation has been making her nauseous for weeks.

“So… Kara?”

Kara doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, she swears. Honestly, she’d kind of expected them to pick up on her presence whether she dropped the cups or not. But it seems the pair is still in their own little bubble, Andrea demurely wiping her face while pulling back from the embrace. Lena keeps her close, though, loosely holding her elbows.

“Kara?”

“I know, Lena.”

“Know what?”

Kara definitely should’ve turned around by now. She’s hardly in a position to get self-righteous about secrets when she has yet to tell her best friend that she won’t be leaving campus, after all.

Staying on for a Master’s in Journalism hadn’t been her plan even back in the fall. But a lot has happened between now and then, so.

Andrea sighs with none of her characteristic exasperation.

“I knew you had feelings for me before you kissed me.”

Kara is positive the only reason she doesn’t audibly gasp is because she’s too shocked. Well, that and Lena scoffs loudly as she takes a step back.

She’d figured that Lena and Andrea had a history, per se. But her mind had never gone… there.

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did.”

“You didn’t act like it.”

“How was I supposed to act?”

In four years, Kara has never heard Andrea speak so gently, without even a hint of condescension to boot.

Lena’s more choked scoff seems to suggest she’s not used to it either… and that Kara is probably missing something.

“You don’t have to believe me. And if you want to tell me I’m wrong about Kara, go ahead.”

Yeah, she’s definitely missing something.

“But… if you want to tell me I’m right, I certainly wouldn’t discourage that either.”

Lena’s chuckles in that beautifully thick way she does when Kara gushes over one of her mash-ups profusely enough.

“Fuck you.”

“Still too young for this ride, sweetie. Sorry.”

Kara can’t help her eye roll at Andrea gesturing at her own body like it’s a letter on Wheel of Fortune. But then Andrea frowns, which makes slightly more sense when Kara hears Lena’s abruptly dejected tone.

“It’s the same.”

“What is?”

“You - you and me. Me and Kara. It’s the same age gap.”

“Yes, but I’ve known you since you were a baby.”

“Seven.”

Even as her mind races — scrambling for the missing context — Kara can still hear Lena’s scowl clear as day. Andrea waves dismissively.

“Same difference.”

But then she takes a step forward, her arms hovering pretty awkwardly for someone who was just clinging to Lena a minute ago before she settles them on Lena’s shoulders.

“You jump. I jump. Okay?”

Kara recognizes the quote instantly, but it doesn’t clear anything up for her. Other than it means something to Lena, judging by the way she loops her arm through Andrea’s and leisurely leads them further out into the parking lot.

So they’re thankfully well out of earshot by the time Kara accidentally kicks over all the cups.

[crowleysaziraphale2003]

Here's another fic I posted on AO3, about six months ago. I've fixed some errors I noticed were in the original, which I'll also fix on AO3 soon. Enjoy! :)

(CW for swearing).

A Four Letter Word

"You know, Crowley, I've always said, deep down, you really are quite a nice-"

Aziraphale didn't have any time to react before Crowley scowled and angrily slammed him against the wall. "Shut it! I'm a demon, I'm not nice! I'm never nice, nice is a four letter word. I will not have people thinking I'm nice!"

"Well, if you insist, Crowley," Aziraphale responded, quirking an eyebrow up at him. He was conscious of the way that Crowley had a death grip on the lapels of his jacket. And, just to think, he put the utmost care into keeping it in mint condition! In fact, he'd literally told Crowley that. "You wily old serpent, messing up my jacket," he half-scolded, his heart not really in it. He was too preoccupied with gazing longingly at Crowley's lips. Their bodies were pressed together, their noses were sinfully close.

All it would take was one movement and-no. He couldn't possibly let himself want what he was never allowed to have.

"Well," Crowley murmured, his voice low. "I can certainly mess up more than that for you, if you'd like."

Aziraphale couldn't tell whether Crowley was threatening him, flirting with him, or both.

"Whatever are you on about, Crowley?" he asked, confusion lacing his voice.

"You idiot," Crowley growled, leaning forward and pressing his lips to the angel's. Oh, Aziraphale thought. Fuck. It felt so good, admittedly almost too good, to feel the movement of the demon's surprisingly soft lips against his own, to trace his thumb along the nape of Crowley's neck, eliciting a very interesting noise from Crowley indeed. To feel Crowley's hands move from the lapels of his jacket to his hair, to move his hands so they were rubbing circles into the demon's back.

Alas, all good things have to come to an end, and therefore, so did their kiss.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, sorry to break up an intimate moment. Can I help you?"

With great reluctance, Crowley let go of Aziraphale and turned his head to the speaker that had so rudely interrupted them. Aziraphale's gaze lingered on Crowley's lips for just a few seconds longer, before he too turned his head.

Right. Armageddon. They had the end of the world to prevent. Best get to it, then.

"If this doesn't all burn down into rubble, after all of this is over, you and I are having an extremely alcoholic breakfast at the Ritz," was all Crowley had to say about the matter, once they'd walked away from Sister Mary Loquacious. Aziraphale allowed himself a small smile.

After all, the conversation they needed to have was many, many years overdue.

"I look forward to it, dear."

PS-I'm taking paid writing commissions. DM me if interested for more info!

[romancingdaffodils]

Pictures and Portraits - THE FUTURE

thank u @jadeissues for requesting this love u so much everyone this was all jade’s idea

ARTIST!WILBUR LOML

CUTIE PIES

PROPOSAL EXCEPT UR BOTH IDIOTS

abour 760 words not very long but still very cute

part three of the actual series is coming soon i jusy had to do jade’s request obviously ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

It had been about four years since you met Wilbur. Three years since you’d moved in together, and one year since the jokes about marriage had started from your family. Neither of you had any intention of rushing this relationship, you’d get married when you were ready. You both knew you were ready. Wilbur had forgotten to buy the ring a few months ago, it was a whole thing. Now he was ready.

You were sat on the very same stool he had painted you on when you went on your second date, only this time in your shared house. You were sat, leant forward with your head in your hands. He’d carefully positioned you, handling you like porcelain as always. Never once had he grown bored of painting you, and never once had his muse failed to inspire him. You were endlessly spectacular to him.

When he realised he wanted to propose, he had gone on a rant to Lovejoy and Shelby. He never shut up about how perfect you were, but this time it was different. He was panicked. You had always made him nervous, always, but he adored you too much for any of this to go wrong. He managed to devise a plan, with the help of his friends.

The plan left you, sat here being painted. Something you’d grown fond of but, never used to. “Almost done, dove.” he said, looking over at you. That pet name had never disappeared, and you never wanted it to. You were both so infatuated with each other, it was sickeningly sweet. “How you feeling?” he asked, noticing the tired look on your face.

“Bit tired, but I’m fine. Can’t wait to see it.” you replied, gifting him a soft sappy smile.

“You’re doing great, love. Thanks for doing this.”

“Anytime, you always say it like it’s me doing all the hard work. You’re the one with all the talent.”

“You sit for hours and just let me paint you, it’s a joint effort. Okay, I’m done. Close your eyes. It’s a surprise.” he said, getting ready to turn the easel to show you. You screwed your eyes shut, yawning lightly.

He smiled, spinning round the easel and checking his pockets. He hid the small box behind the canvas, his hand tightly around it. He was sweating. He felt physically sick with nerves, what if you said no? You’d never turned him down before, it was well overdue. He had to ask. He needed to. He pushed his fear aside, and swallowed before he spoke “Open.”.

You opened your eyes immediately, pupils dilating at the sight of the portrait. Pure adoration. Love, even. “Oh, Wil. It’s, oh my god. I think this is your best.” you complimented, he smiled.

“I think so too.” he replied, the smile not faulting. He was still so incredibly nervous, but he knew you’d notice. “Oh? You added a ring? Where’s that come from..?” you added, tilting your head to look up at him. He laughed lightly, you looked in such detail at his paintings it was adorable.

“Y/n, dove.” he began, moving his hand from behind the canvas. Opening the ring box, you couldn’t quite see it yet.

“Wil?” you prompted, standing up to look at him. You didn’t really understand what was happening, confusion evident on your face.

“Y/n. I’ve never met someone like you before. I love you. I adore you. You’re my everything, my inspiration. My muse. You’re so enchanting. I know, that you’re far too good for me. But, here we are. So, dove, my love, will you marry me? I don’t want anybody, but you. You make everything so much better. You truly have ruined me, in the best way possible.” he said, holding out the ring. He didn’t go down on one knee, you both thought it was a little silly. But he did put you above him, with his words. He had made it clear that he was yours, forever.

You cried, you didn’t mean to. “Oh. Wilbur. Yes, of course I’ll marry you. You’re incredible.” you said, tears dribbling down your face. You sniffed and giggled as Wilbur put the ring on your finger. He smiled, kissing the tears from your cheeks. So delicate. So perfect. He’d never seen you look so pretty, he’d never been more happy. He was beaming down at you, you returned the smile.

“Are you alright?” Wil asked, holding your face in his hands. You went onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, using his shoulders as support.

“Perfect.”

“Hungry?”

“Always.”

“Chinese?”

“That seems fitting for a proposal.” you joked, looking down to admire the ring. He had perfect taste, and he’d painted it very accurately in the portrait. You did wonder how long he’d been planning this.

“I agree. I didn’t think you’d want a fancy dinner after being painted.”

“You’re right.”

“I know, love you dove.”

“Love you too, Wil.”

[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

Ghoulette Appreciation Week 6

Week 6: Murder Ghoulettes and self-care

Aurora wakes up thirsty. Cumulus taking Aurora out on her first hunt, followed by a tiny bit of self-care with Cirrus afterwards.

Rating: M Content: murder ghoulettes, kinda vampire au, blood/violence/murder Words: 1270

In my mind Aurora is a huge Twilight-girlie, so you can't tell me she doesn't try and recreate Bella's first hunt to cope with learning what her topside diet includes...

Read below or on AO3! where this almost got named "good soup"

Aurora wakes up thirsty. She’s been topside for a few months by now, and while she’s mostly on top of this strangely fragile Vessel’s needs, she’s never felt a thirst quite like this. Her mouth feels drier than it does after a band rehearsal without water, like her throat is burning.

She delicately untangles herself from the arms of the ghoulettes around her and makes her way to the kitchen to get a drink. Grabbing the largest glass she can find, she fills it and gulps it down, immediately refilling it. Nothing. In fact her thirst seems to be worse than ever. Too cold some instinct screams at her. She puts the glass in the microwave, and takes another sip of the gently steaming liquid. Wrong. Aurora lets out a small growl which reverberates around the darkened kitchen, mocking her in her frustration. The lights flicker to life as Cirrus joins her in the kitchen, yawning widely.

“What’cha doing, Rory? ‘S too early to be up yet.”

Aurora turns to her with frantic eyes, gesturing to the half full glass of warm water, “I’m so thirsty Cir, but water just makes it worse!”

Cirrus seemed to wake up fully at that, blinking sleep from her quickly darkening eyes. “Ah. I thought you were overdue a feed. Lus is going on a trip soon, she’ll take you later.”

A feed? What sort of trip? Aurora rakes her fingers through her hair in frustration at Cirrus’s cryptic behaviour. With a tilt of her head at Aurora's confusion, Cirrus turns abruptly to head back to the dorms.

“Come on, you'll want to be sitting down for this.”

Aurora took the news well. Almost too well. Instead of the abject horror most ghouls displayed at having to hunt in their weak humanoid forms to survive topside, she seemed almost excited at the prospect.

"So we're like vampires up here?” There was a disconcerting gleam to her eyes. "That's so cool!”

Cirrus and Cumulus shared a glance. Oh dear. They recalled Aurora's current obsession with 2000s chick-flicks. She watched Twilight last week. Cumulus nodded sheepishly; at least this reaction was better than the hysterics from Sunny.

“Sure thing Starburst, just like Vampires.” Cumulus didn't specify that she meant the non-glittery-variety. “Go get changed, we'll head out this morning before the boys decide to join us. Rain always makes such a mess.”

Aurora practically skipped across the hall to her room.

"Good luck with that.” Cirrus remarked to Cumulus, “I'll have a hot bath ready when you get back.”

“Thanks love.” Cumulus rolled her eyes good-naturedly, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I'll bring the little bloodsucker back in once piece.”

“I'm ready!” chirps Aurora from the doorway. She's met with stunned silence for a second.

"Sweetie,” Cirrus starts hesitantly, “What are you wearing?”

A short while later, once Aurora has been convinced that while yes, she definitely can wear that tiny silk dress, she really does have to put proper shoes on, Cumulus leads the way to the edge of the forest surrounding the Abbey. As she does, she makes a mental note of other movies to blacklist.

The pair trek through miles and miles of forest, well beyond the invisible perimeter wards of the Abbey. There is an agreement with the Clergy that although ghouls definitely need to feed, they should do so as far from the Abbey as possible, and not in the same region too often. After her initial excitement, Aurora now feels her mouth getting drier and drier with each step.

After what feels like hours, Cumulus stops, sniffing the air around them and smiling.

“Alright Rory, you're good to go.”

"What do I do?” Aurora asks uncertainly. The air here felt thick, and held the same allure as the waft of Mountain's freshly baked bread did.

“Oh you'll see,” Cumulus smirks, "just follow your nose.”

Aurora took a deep sniff before instinctually dropping into a hunting crouch. The scent was stronger down here, sticking to the leaves underfoot. She slinks through the trees, tracking the captivating smell until the air around them is rich with it. A gust of wind blows it even stronger in their direction, and she takes off running in the direction of the mouthwatering aroma. The branches around her tear at the flimsy satin of her dress and Cumulus has to laugh internally at the destruction: what did she expect?

The deer hunter Aurora has tracked never stood a chance. Before he could even link the sounds of branches snapping with danger, the small ghoulette is on top of him, his gun still raised in the direction of a spooked deer that is now bolting away.

She rips and tears at his flesh with vicious fangs and claws, carving through bone and sinew, and devouring blood, viscera, organs. The rush of warmth on her tongue and the sweet, metallic tang finally satiates her unholy thirst. As Aurora begins to return to herself from the red haze of the hunt, Cumulus looks on proudly, with feral eyes of her own. There is blood smeared around Aurora's mouth, her entirely ridiculous dress is hanging onto her by threads, more rip than fabric, and Cumulus can't help but marvel at her terrifying beauty.

She helps Aurora maneuverer the remains of the hunter's lifeless body deeper into the trees. By the time he is found, likely months later, his ghoulish mutilations will be indistinguishable from those caused by a wild animal. Possibly the ghouls will see talk of a bear attack in the newspapers the Siblings of the Abbey read.

Aurora’s thirst may be satisfied but Cumulus’s is only baited, so the pair move on. It isn’t done to share one’s prey with another ghoul if they are not mated, so Cumulus will find another victim, she always does. Sometimes they even come willingly, hypnotised by her unfathomable beauty in the depths of the unforgiving forest.

Eventually returning to the Abbey, Aurora find that the less feral she feels, the more she realises how deeply uncomfortable she is; cold and sticky, covered in mud, blood, and Satan only knows what else. Cumulus tempts her to keep moving quickly, despite the tiredness that is setting back into her bones, by telling her how Cirrus won't be able to resist her after a hunt. She’ll run them a warm bath, meticulously clean her claws for her, and take care of her in every way she knows. Cumulus tells Aurora how she's in for it now, as she looks every inch the terrifying hellbeast that she is.

They enter the ghoul wing with their hair everywhere, wild nests full of twigs and leaves. They are careful to avoid the common areas of the Abbey looking like this. All the ghouls, no matter how reckless they are when hunting, know better that to give any indication to the Siblings of Sin that this side of them exists.

“How'd the little vampire do?” Cirrus asks Cumulus when they tumble into her room, jumping up to begin picking detritus out of her Mate's hair and usher them both towards the cloud of sweet-smelling steam emanating from the bathroom.

Aurora is doing great: she’s preening just inside the door, feigning nonchalance as she picks blood out from under her claws. The dress maybe didn’t survive as well as she expected, the liquid silk slip hanging off her small frame in tatters. She shoots out a delicate tongue to lap up a spot of blood on her arm, her high-pitched purr reverberating around the room with self-satisfaction.

Cumulus smirks, “Oh, she’s gonna be just fine up here Riri.”

[rearranged-fanfic]

Chapter-By-Chapter Part 1; The Prologue - Unfinished Painting

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*Spoilers Below*

This fic starts off incredibly melancholy. let's properly set the tone, shall we?

"When death strikes, it’s sometimes a long, slow cut.  And sometimes, it’s swift as the blink of an eye.  It does so efficiently, without remorse, and without discernment.  We all die, in the end."

This is the opening paragraph, the reader's first impression of the story and of our protagonist. We cut to Reader-chan (our Reader Avatar) in the hospital directly after her mother's death. There's a sense of shock and upset, but ultimately, resignation.

We know from the story that her mom had been sick for a while.

 "It wasn’t sudden, nor was it unexpected.  Mom had been sick for a very, very long time."

"Mom’s death had been a slow cut, festering over months and months until it was long overdue."

This is something she's been preparing for quite some time now. But there's still the undercurrent that she's not dealing well. You'll notice that she has no support structure; there are no others in the hospital with her.

Reader-chan is very much alone. She has few friends, and most of her family is distant or has since passed on.

"I was nineteen when I was made an orphan."

"After Dad had died unexpectedly from COVID complications..."

"And then [the younger sister] become an adult.  And she’d left me behind without a backwards glance."

I know you're thinking, 'Author-san', why would you give us such a depressing start? This is so sad'. And, primarily, it's to ease the transition when Reader-chan transmigrates to the JJK world. If she'd have had a family who loved her and supported her, would she have wanted to stay in her new world - which, in this story, is portrayed in an incredibly dark way? For me? I'd say not. I'd claw and scrape and scream to get back to my family, hot fictional men be damned.

When isekai stories have protagonists that just go 'this is my life now', it really tanks my immersion. Especially when they're supposed to be serious dramas. Comedies are a little less glaring, because there's a suspension of disbelief that allows me to excuse more. But dramas? Oh boy, if you have family in your old world, you'd miss them too.

So, her losses before the start of the main story justify her lack of desire to return home - because it is something she struggles with in the first few chapters. Not only that, but it also reinforces her mental strength. She lost her dad and mom within a few years of each other and her sister is globe-trotting, so what could I possibly throw at her that's comparatively worse?

A character that has less to lose or less to return to is easier to manipulate emotionally for the author. There are less hangups, less connections to keep in mind, and less loose ends to tie up when the isekai inevitably ends.

Not only that, but the grief she experiences gives readers an immediate point of connection with her. Most everybody can identify with the loss of a loved one. Whether it's a parent, grandparent, or sibling that has passed away or simply lost touch, that sort of mental anguish resonates with humanity on an intrinsic level. We, as the readers, see her pain and understand it.

And we want to see her pick herself back up and move on from this.

We go from the hospital to her apartment, where she unpacks the last of her mother's belongings.

Reader-chan reveals that she'd been taking care of her mother before her death, for some unknown amount of time. And, in doing so, had let her own life fall by the wayside.

"I’d been able to see my ribs at one point, and my collar bones had become pronounced in the v-necks of my shirts."

"I’d neglected other things, too."

"An easel and canvas lay covered in the corner of the room, doing little more than collecting dust. [...] My book collection was little more than decoration at this point, too."

"I’d just lost my job. [...] I’d gotten fired for taking care of her."

"I wasn’t exactly qualified to do anything else, since I’d dropped out of college [to take care of her mother]."

Things like her health, career, future goals, hobbies, and interests were all discarded. Reader-chan, in dedicating her life to her mom, had completely derailed it.

This is the characterization we get of Reader-chan: she's toxically altruistic. Reader-chan is an incredibly kind person. She's hard-working, fiercely loyal, and selfless. This is to set up not only her desire to save those around her, but her own personal conflict within the story itself.

She can easily be viewed as a doormat, letting others take advantage of her. She bends under pressure, gives pieces of herself with terrifyingly little asked in return, and is unconcerned about her own wellbeing. Which is... very much not okay.

Despite this, we see that she's surprisingly resilient when faced with seemingly-insurmountable odds.

"And I resolved that I was going to go back into the store and talk to my boss"

"I could’ve started doing murals for the businesses in town again. [...] I could’ve paint windows for offices or the brickwork facades downtown, or done commissions for smaller pieces [to pay for her expenses]."

Reader-chan almost immediately starts to make plans to get back up onto her own two feet. Which shows that she's mature for her age, and able to deal appropriately with setbacks as they come. She's also not prone to getting overwhelmed and giving up.

Cut away again, and we find her in the parking lot of her old job, intent on talking to her boss to get it back. And she's trying in vain to get a hold of her distant sister.

She leaves a voicemail, to no avail. And for the first time, we see her truly angry...

"Snapping in anger, gripped the phone so hard that the fragile class façade threatened to break.  Part of me hoped it would, that spiderweb cracks overtook it and the screen shattered in my grasp.  So I’d lose her number and never have to call her again.  Then I’d never have to see her again, either."

... and her immediate regret.

"I’d never see her again, just like Dad.  Just like Mom."

"Was that what I really wanted?  … Maybe not."

Because, despite the fact that her sister left her behind, she still very much loves her. And, if she cuts her sister loose, she really will be all alone.

I included a strained sibling relationship because, initially, I wanted there to be something that Reader-chan would be conflicted about. Should she rekindle her relationship with her sister - forgive, forget, and move on? Or should she hold a grudge in her heart, even if it leaves her miserable?

When she gets isekai'd, the conflict becomes: should she put forth the effort return home to her sister, knowing that their relationship is only hanging by a thread, or resign herself to her fate in her new universe?

We catch a glimpse of fandom. We know that Reader-chan enjoys a myriad of media, but that it's fallen by the wayside in recent months.

"Only a few manga volumes had been touched, when I’d take them to the hospital to read with Mom; she’d liked looking at the pictures."

"On the rearview mirror, little chibis of my favorite anime characters hang and jingle together."

I made eye contact with tiny Tsunade from Naruto [...] the blindfolded gaze of Gojo [...] next to Levi Ackerman.

So we know that she has a keen interest in manga, specifically, judging from her collection and from the characters she keeps in her car.

After getting off the phone, frustrated and angry with her sister, she attempts to calm herself down by reading through her curated stories page. Which leads to this:

"And I saw a headline titled 'JJK: Fan-Favorite Character Killed in Battle', with a picture of Sukuna next to it."

"Out of curiosity, I clicked on the article and scrolled down, looking for the manga panels in question."

"Because it wasn’t Sukuna dead.  Gojo Satoru had been bisected, cut clean through, and left in a pool of his own blood."

Reader-chan reacts like this:

"“Th-that’s not possible, right?”  I inhaled through my nose.  Out through my mouth.  Trying to calm myself."

"I stared at [the tiny Gojo keychain] for a bit, and yanked his chain off the mirror, tossing him into the back seat where I couldn’t look at him anymore.  Then I pressed my face into the backs of my hands and screamed at the top of my lungs."

"Because the universe was so fucking funny that it had to play some sort of cosmic joke on me.  Because Gege killing off that character just had to happen now!"

Up until now, we've seen her handle everything with a surprising amount of grace. We can tell that she's deeply upset by the loss of her mother, sure, but she's putting on quite the brave face. Or maybe she's simply too shocked to be anguished. yeah... definitely the second option.

"I watched the doctors rush around like I was a thousand miles away, observed from outside of my body as they tried in vain to bring [her mother] back from beyond the threshold."

 "I went about my motions like I was piloting myself remotely."

"Even as I unpacked her stuff, I didn’t cry. I was just… empty, I guess.  Too tired, or maybe too shocked."

"I still didn’t cry.  Not when my whole world was collapsing around me."

But the moment she reads about Gojo's death, it acts as the metaphorical straw. And she's the camel.

"Unable to help myself, I laughed.  I laughed so hard that my shoulders shook.  And I laughed so hard that the laughs turned to sobs, and then to wails."

"I cried."

"It was ugly, and violent, and so stupid. [...] I cried for what felt like hours."

Initially, I was kind of wary of putting this chapter out into the world because of this moment. Because, yeah, her mom died, but she's going to cry over an anime character? That's the criticism I honestly expected.

"I was an idiot, losing it over some fake guy when I couldn’t even shed a tear for the woman who’d raised me.  And though I tried to stop, the waterworks kept coming and coming and coming."

But it makes sense in my mind, because we humans displace our emotions all the time. We get irrationally angry or sad at things and take our emotions out on them. Have a bad day at work? Get mad and kill something on a videogame. Upset? Watch a sad movie and cry about it.

I do this with 'The Fox and The Hound' all the time! I'll put it on and just weep until my eyes and head hurt. And, man, does it feel good! Like, on the days when my emotions are going haywire, like when I'm on my period, I just want to vent.

Gojo's death isn't what makes her sad enough to finally cry, but it gives her the perfect outlet for her emotions. It's a way for her to finally experience the emotional devastation of losing her mom without touching on the raw wound itself. It's a catharsis that she so desperately needs.

Crying really does help her. Sometimes, all you need is a good breakdown to realign your axis.

"And, little by little, I came back to myself."

"In the aftermath, there was a bit of clarity, of peace.  The buildup and the release of pressure. [...] Weight lifted off my shoulders and I felt a levity that I hadn’t in months. [...] I felt like I could breathe again.  Like my lungs were expanding properly and my heart was beating in my chest instead of my throat."

"Turns out that crying is good for you; who’d have guessed?"

After she cries, she picks herself back up and resolves to push forward. Starting with getting her job back, then ending with possibly rekindling a relationship with her sister.

This is one of my favorite parts of this little chapter because it perfectly encapsulates the whole vibe of 'post-nut clarity'... but for sobbing like a crazy person, obviously. Like, we all have that moment after we cry where everything just sorta clicks into place.

Reader-chan, for a solid moment, is standing tall. And she's putting her own emotions and needs first.

She calls her sister, getting out of her car. And while she's leaving a voicemail, she finally meets her fate.

"But I never got to finish my ultimatum.  The screeching of tires cut me off as I whirled around just in time to see the grill of a large truck barreling toward me.  And then there was the sickening crunch of bones breaking and somebody screaming."

This is where the isekai truly begins. Because when she dies, she winds up in a black void. And this void is where the next chapter opens.

We have a callback to our first paragraph.

"When death strikes, it’s sometimes a long, slow cut.  And sometimes, it’s swift as the blink of an eye.  It does so efficiently, without remorse, and without discernment.  We all die, in the end."

Keen observers may also notice that prior to being run down, the story is in past tense. Everything past getting struck is in present tense. This is to reinforce the idea that Reader's old universe and life are permanently 'was', while her new world and life permanently 'are'. A little bit of author psychology for you guys.

There's also one of my favorite side stories ever in this: 'The Saga of The Shopping Cart'!

"I scowled when one person pushed their empty cart into another parking spot instead of the cart return.  Idiot."

"A gust of wind blew the loose shopping cart in front of me, and I let it cross before making my way towards the building." 

"Because that shopping cart had blown onto the road, in front of a vehicle going way too fast. [...] And in a bid to avoid hitting it, the driver had cranked their wheel.  And hit me instead."

I love this introduction chapter, because I feel like it gives us a solid foundation for Reader-chan. We immediately know what her motivations are, how she reacts in the worst situations, and whether or not we'll personally identify with her during the series. It also sets the tone really well, in my opinion: dark and sad with a shining glimmer of hope on the horizon.

The title, 'Unfinished Painting', is a reference to both her neglected work in her apartment and to her life being cut short before she can be fully realized.

"Every morning, I gave [the easel with her painting] a nasty side eye, wondering when I’d just get rid of the stupid thing.  Maybe it’d be good to start fresh on a new piece."

"I [..] crossed over to where my easel had remained untouched [...] The painting on the canvas was half-finished, a work-in-progress that’d never quite made “progress”.  It was an ambitious landscape painting: colorful sunrise breaking over the Colorado Rocky Mountains, with clouds encircling the highest peaks and rays caressing the jagged edges of the cliff faces.  It’d been detailed, almost obsessively so, and vivid."

"I traced the edges of the painting fondly.  It was supposed to be my best work yet.  And it had been.  For a time."

The parallels become even clearer when digging into the color symbolism of red paint.

"[..] in a fit of rage, I’d thrown an entire tube of red paint at [the painting].  Crimson splatters dot the scenic mountains like blood spray."

"All the hopes and dreams inside my head smear across the pavement like paint spatters on a canvas.  Just a red, red stain."

But, there's also the implication that death isn't the end. That she can take this and make it better.

"The painting wasn’t necessarily ruined; I could still restore it if I worked hard."

"Maybe it’d be good to start fresh on a new piece.  If I ever found inspiration to draw or paint, anyway." 

When we consider that 'The painting' is acting as a parallel for her life, it essentially changes this to mean 'My life isn't necessarily ruined; I could still restore it if I worked hard.' And 'Maybe it'd be good to start anew. If I ever found the inspiration to live, anyway.'

Which all points to the idea that a fresh start is, perhaps, a good thing?

All-in-all, I'm super happy with how this turned out. Of course, that could just be my own personal bias, since I wrote it. Who can say?

[greatbigbellies]

Hehduhehzhheah still thinking about Reily and Hailie

Thinking about them getting to the point in their relationship where hailie’s warming up to the idea of getting pregnant again. They spend ages talking about it, Hailie is jokingly saying she doesn’t want another set of triplets. A few months later when she’s already growing out of her clothes, she accepts that high-order multiples are just her curse. As she gets bigger and bigger though, Reily gets more and more affectionate and the curse really starts to seem more like a blessing, back pain and all.

And of course Reily is having the time of her life. Her wife is once again getting huge meaning she gets to spend every day marveling at her own personal big orb belly, AND she gets to challenge herself with absolutely tent sized maternity wear. Win win.

Oh and I love your idea about Hailie modeling for Reily’s business. I imagine the idea popping up when Hailie’s bordering on overdue with their first set of kids. Reily’s trying out a new kind of fabric for a gala dress and Hailie has gleefully agreed to pose to see how it stretches and breathes. One thing leads to another and by the next pregnancy, they’ve got a home studio in their basement.

Ahavjshxhs sorry this is so long winded, I’ve been thinking about them a lot

You never have to apologize for enjoying my characters! I'm glad they resonated so well! They're very cute and I like them a lot. They're very tender and domestic coded, like you could easily transplant them into a little cottage on the edge of the woods and they would fit right in. I also just love Hailie being quite tall, which typically means a relatively smaller belly, but she still gets huge because, for some ungodly reason, the lowest she seems to get pregnant with are large twins. And Reily is just here like "yes get more pregnant actually let's shoot for four next time".

I also love the way you described the buildup, like she's hesitant at first, gets triplets again, and just kind of leans into it. Reily loves her like that so much, it's hard not to love herself all huge and preggers. They bond a lot through each pregnancy, every time Hailie says it's the last batch, until she catches Reily looking at her previous maternity photos and it's like "damn... I can't NOT go for one more..."

Please please PLEASE share any ReilyxHailie thoughts you have I'm glad they have a devout fan.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Interdimensional Therapy AU - Part 1

A crossover AU made by me and @laughteronsilverwings

Next Part

Possible TWs for this part: none, but please let me know if anything is missed.

(there will be swearing and a lil bit of only mildly vulgar language) /lh

Starts with s!jeanist's (Silver's Jeanist) pov, when there is a '-' it switches to e!jeanist (Eclair's Jeanist) and so on, so forth.

There’s a little bit of popping in his ears, like he’s suddenly been dropped into the deep end of a pool, when he can hear and see and feel things again. Tsunagu’d been in the middle of a- well, not a villain fight, but it was… a fight. Kinda. Not really, but legally it was. Not that that really mattered. 

(Yeah, he’s pretty sure it was a quirk accident, but… well. The other guy had been taller than him. And he’d had a knife? And was shouting? But there hadn’t been any punches thrown, and the shouting wasn’t at him, so Tsunagu wouldn’t consider it a fight. It was a skirmish at most.) 

He looks up. 

…Ah. 

What the fuck? 

There was an adult-him- well, sort of, the bigger Tsunagu didn’t look old. Just older. And he was staring at Tsunagu with equal befuddlement. He swallows. “Ah… hi? Hello?” 

Adult-him looked like he was deeply in thought. Fair enough. Tsunagu would give him a minute or a second before poking him. Oh, actually… where were the two of them? 

He looked around. Huh. An apartment. With… oh, was that a fruit bowl? He walked over. It was, but sadly, it was empty. Tsunagu picked it up and shook it a little bit, then put it back down. 

Still no fruit. Nothing but an empty bastion of sadness and misery. And, well, Tsunagu was hungry, and this was (probably) his older self. So. What’s older-Tsunagu’s is his, too, by definition. Yeah. 

He looked around for a kitchen. Or a snack drawer. Oh- wait, was his shoulder bag… Tsunagu reached out to check with his quirk. Yep, still there. Along with his homework. His overdue homework- and, well, Tsunagu did have time to work on it now. And honestly, this was quite literally just another day of the week. 

Unless this was an alternate dimension and there were no weekdays here. He very sincerely hopes this isn’t an alternate dimension. Tsunagu doesn’t think his schedule could handle that, even with him being back in Japan for a few months. He sits down at the table, keeps an eye on older-him, and pulls out his maths homework. 

Right, question one… trigonometry. Soh-cah-toa. So that was using calculation sin, with the opposite line being three and a half meters, and the angle being- ah, big-him was starting to look around. Nice. Tsunagu loathed math with every fiber of his being, so this was a wonderful distraction. Thanks, big-him.

-

Ah.

This was new.

Tsunagu rubbed his head and squinted at the now-coming-into-focus figure in front of him. Wait- what happened?

A chase….right! Yeah, there was a chase! Some guy was caught robbing a local convenience store while Jeanist was on patrol, causing him to chase him down and end up in the middle of the road….there was a car….

Yes! That’s right, he was about to get it by a car, but then there was a weird light? A falling sensation.

And now he was here.

Here? Yes, ‘here’ seemed very familiar…

Tsunagu’s eyes darted to the large tapestry of a …nevermind what… on the wall that he knew must be there, if they were where he thought they were.

‘My apartment?’ Tsunagu thought to himself. ‘My apartment in…oh my god- we’re not in japan-’

Oh. Yeah. The person in front of him, that was an important thing to take note of- considering that they were in his apartment, and this….kid?.....was just looking around and had already seemingly made himself comfortable and-

Oh.

Oh fuck.

Tsunagu gave a face of bewilderment as he stared at what seemed to be himself…standing in front of him…only, it was a younger him- teenage him? Yes, probably- oh who knows?

Just a second ago he was running after a villain and now? Standing face to face with…himself?

Clearing his throat he tried to form a sentence, or a word, or some form of communication- but all that came out was just a rather loud “Ah…”

This was way too confusing.

-

Tsunagu nodded at big-him’s words. “Yeah, same here,” He replied, while squinting down at the equation. Triangles. You’ve gotta loathe them at some point. “So… is this your apartment?” Oh, yeah. “And, uh, if it is, why do you have a dick on the wall?”

He gestures towards the -actually, really well-made- tapestry on the wall. 

-

Tsunagu scratched his head for a moment, trying to rapidly process that there was another him in the room, and that younger-Tsunagu was sitting at the table doing…math homework? Nevermind that.

He shook his head to gather his thoughts. “Ah- yes, sorry- this is…very confusing. This is my apartment though, yes. And uhh…”

Tsunagu looked up fondly at the tapestry. “Well, it's a long story-”

-

Tsunagu cocks his head. “...Alright. So… I got hit by a quirk. And then just.” He gestures in the air with his pencil. “Ended up here. Um, how old are you?” He squints at bigger-him. “Oh.” A thought hits Tsunagu. “Are we from the same, well, timeline, or are we different? I don’t know the guy that hit me with the quirk, so. It could go either way.” 

He puts the math homework away. “Do you want to sit down? And do you have another name for yourself- well, if you don’t, you can just refer to me as ‘Arcane’.” 

Bigger-him is… probably a hero. Maybe. But then again, Tsunagu himself is sure he’s going to be a hero in name, at least. 

– 

Tsunagu hummed and walked over to the table, taking a seat opposite younger-him and leaning back in the chair. 

“Yes…quirk, that makes sense…” he trailed off, staring at the unplugged fridge in the kitchen. “I was in the middle of a villain chase and ended up in the road and…OH-”

Tsunagu very rapidly patted himself down, ignoring the questioning look from younger-him, before sighing. “Well, thank god the car didn’t hit me this time- anyway- yes, I just ended up here, like you said.”

There was a second of silence before he realised he didn’t answer any of younger-him’s questions. “Sorry, it’s been a busy day.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m 21…how old are you right now? And uh, well, ‘Best Jeanist’ but feel free to shorten that to whatever you want.”

He thought for a moment. “Hold on, ‘Arcane’, you say? That…doesn’t sound or feel familiar to me…” He gave younger-him a questioning look.

-

Uh. Well. How was Tsunagu supposed to summarize the events of his two weeks in Paris? The cult? The murder? The general tomfoolery with the criminal underworld? He considers this for a second. Well, the other Tsunagu (not big-him, since that this one was not him, and yikes) had no idea about his vigilante alter-ego. “It’s my nickname,” He decides to say, avoiding the topic neatly. “Best Jeanist? Like- the award?” 

The initials also spell out ‘blowjob’ but, like. Tsunagu’s not gonna mention that to another version of himself on their first meeting. “I’ll call you Jean,” He decides. “Car? This time?” 

It seemed like that Jean had an, ah, unconventional life. Tsunagu’s been in plenty of situations, but he can firmly say that he’s never gotten hit by a car before. “I’m fifteen. Almost fifteen. A week away from being fifteen.” He considers this. “So I guess I’m an honorary fifteen-year-old. You’re twenty-one, huh? That’s… around five or six years worth of difference.” 

He looks around. “Why is your fridge unplugged?” With the empty fruit bowl, the general state of things in this apartment… “Oh, is this a safe house? Ah- actually, we should compare notes on how we got hit with the quirk. Maybe we can even share our backstories, make this a bonding session,” Tsunagu muses out loud to the probably-alternate version of himself. “Unless you don’t want to. And if we promise to keep everything said in here secret.” Damm, what if the quirk that’d hit them had a recording aspect? 

Or maybe this was just some elaborate hallucination. That was a possibility, too. But Tsunagu was pretty sure that his brain would be able to do better at making another version of him; no offense intended to Jean. But they seemed very different, and he guesses that five-or-six years would do that. 

…They did look different visually, though. Masks on both of them, different hairstyles, and other-him wasn’t wearing glasses. Maybe contacts, though. And the other-him was all in denim. Nothing against denim. But he seemed- themed around it? Maybe? Oh, wait, twenty-one, that was… a year or two in heroics? Oooh, maybe Jean’s full hero title thing, assuming he was in Japan, was something like ‘Best Jeanist, the denim hero’? 

Not bad for a tagline. Heroics was half job, half advertising, at this point. Tsunagu’s being a little bit harsh, though, so probably three-quarters job, one-quarter advertising. Or maybe even the other way around, in the bigger leagues. It depended. 

Also, this other-him (Jean, damm, he’s gotta remember that that’s his nickname for Jean now) seems to be kinda spacey. Thinking about things a lot. Maybe not a good thing, but this is literally their first conversation, so Tsunagu’ll hold off on psychoanalyzing Jean. Besides. Plenty of people are like that, so… maybe this is just one of the differences?

…Oh dear, he’s been talking for a while. “Sorry,” Tsunagu says to an amused-looking -well, maybe, he wasn’t too sure, the mask covered a lot and he can’t read him yet- Jean. “I talk when I’m interested in something. Usually I keep it internal, though.” And he doesn’t say half the things he thinks out loud. This was kinda weird for him. 

Probably something about being plucked from his universe into another’s. Well. No taking it back now, he supposes.

-

Tsunagu watched younger-him ramble, and he couldn't help but feel a little amused. That’s one thing they must have in common, considering this was not him- well, it was him- but it wasn’t- ah. You get the point.

“No, please, don’t worry about it. I uh- do the same thing.” He chuckles quietly. “But anyway, fifteen, right? Hm. Yeah, you’re definitely not me when I was fifteen, that’s for sure…”

He probably shouldn’t mention that he gets hit by cars unfortunately often…well, he probably doesn’t need to- 

“Ah, the fridge…yes, this is, well, basically a safe house.” He looked around at his apartment, making note to fix that light that was above the bed, again. “Sorry, it’s pretty shabby. I lived here for a couple of years, but I haven’t visited since I went back home to Japan, so it’s a little bit of a mess.” 

Tsunagu doesn’t like mess. Well, he doesn’t- but younger-him? Arcane, was it? Who knows if that were the same.

-

Ah. Jean had trailed off a little bit. Tsunagu decided to ignore this- it wasn’t a big deal, and he’d had both weirder and worse conversations. Like the one with the priest back in his two weeks in Paris- he’d kept ensnaring Tsunagu, and it had just. Not been fun at all. “Basically a safe house?” He asked Jean. “So- a semi-safe-house?” 

Definitely not me when I was fifteen, he’d said. So… unfortunately, Tsunagu’s suspicions had been correct. Again. 

He’d been yeeted into another universe. Wonderful. 

Tsunagu really, really hates being correct sometimes. He reaches out to gently poke Jean in the shoulder, because he hasn’t responded for a little bit, and sometimes it’s better to just… kinda? Provoke people into talking? Yes. That, but on a lesser and less annoying scale.

-

“Ah-” Tsunagu felt a light poke and snapped out of his train of thought. He zoned out. Whoops. “Sorry- bad habit…”

Bad habit indeed…

He shook his head and leant back into his chair again, being careful not to fall off. “Semi-safe house…” he muttered, trying to trace back to where the conversation was before.

“Oh! Right, you said about…comparing backstories…didn’t you?” He sighed, observing the other in front of him- Arcane-

Yes. Something wasn’t quite right about this. They definitely weren’t the same person, so maybe comparing stories would be a good idea.  But how on earth does he even start on…all that??

----------------End Part---------------

s!jeanist: uh- oop, guess im here now. cool. hmm? hey, there's an older-me! or an other-me. oooh, fruit bowl- empty :(

e!jeanist: *thinking*

e!jeanist, suddenly speaking: oh fuck we're not in japan

s!jeanist: hey so why do you have a dick tapestry???

e!jeanist: um. weLL- you see- uh. it's... a long story?? who ar- oh, youre a younger me... ah.

s!jeanist: yeah probably. im arcane

e!jeanist: ...that doesnt sound familiar. im best jeanist

s!jeanist, thinking blowjob: ill call you jean. lets swap backstories.

e!jeanist, internally: shit

-

Amazing summary there, Silver, I couldn’t have said it any better myself /lh

[astralcat]

In honor of Mother's Day, I'd like to show off Ace and Luffy's mothers in GS&SM

(also I marked approximately where Crystal Bay is located in Google Maps)

Oh, and I have the ASL birth dates + years

Luffy: May 5, 2002

Ace: January 1, 1999

Sabo: March 20, 1999

They are late 2000s/early 2010s kids

Anyways, what am I doing, let's get on with what I was supposed to show you (rape and self-harm/suicide TW for Rouge's section)

Rouge Portgas (Mountain lion beastwoman)

Ok, so this one is a bit sad.

Rouge was... violated by Roger Gold (a lion beastman, he was known as the King of Crime due to commiting a large number of high-profile heists with his gang. He had recently broken out of prison at the time this happened.) And it left Rouge pregnant. She was two months overdue with Ace, and even though he ended up having to be delivered by C-section and was otherwise fine, she still ended up dying after delivering Ace due to a number of factors (like Roger happening to pass an STD onto Rouge in the aforementioned rape.) While Rouge was pregnant, Roger had escaped to another state, but was sentenced to prison and killed by his fellow inmates. It made national news due to Roger's high notoriety. As for why Rouge didn't get an abortion, it was 1998 and abortion was still highly controversial. Anyways, one of the nurses who helped with delivering Ace became his legal guardian for the first year of his life, before giving him to Garp (a German Shepherd beastman here)

Ace did not know of his father's identity for quite a while, but when he was 16 he decided to get a DNA test to find out his parentage. After learning that his father was the notorious Roger Gold, he started self-harming, as he felt that he needed to be punished for having such a horrible father. These feelings eventually turned into suicidal thoughts, and when he was 20 he ultimately attempted suicide by stabbing himself in the chest. It barely missed his heart and he ended up in critical condition at the hospital. Luckily he realized that he doesn't have to dwell on who his family members are and their reputations if he carves his own legacy.

Now I bet you're looking for something a bit more upbeat so...

Maria Saru (Siberian Husky beastwoman)

Maria is Luffy's mother. She is a social butterfly and very talkative and energetic, like her son. A few weeks before Luffy was born, Draco (a wolf beastman and Dragon in this AU) left on a multi-year trip to see the world (he's a photographer for a geography magazine and would often go on long trips), so she had to raise Luffy for the first few years of his life on her own. She loved her son deeply, but a few months after Luffy's fourth birthday, she felt that her life was getting a bit too busy for her to take care of her son full-time (she had gotten a job as an editor for another magazine and Draco had not returned from his trip) and gave Luffy to Garp (her father-in-law). Luffy and Ace were normally pretty good (well, Ace was a little gremlin child) but there was one problem: Garp was hell-bent on Luffy and Ace becoming police officers like him. If Luffy and Ace said otherwise, they would get beaten and yelled at. One day, when Luffy and Ace were 6 and 9 respectively, the two told about this to a playground aide at their school, who promptly filed a CPS report, and the two kids were later placed under the care of Dadan (a bear beastwoman), although Garp still had visitation rights on the condition that he doesn't try to beat the shit out of Luffy and Ace over them not wanting to be police officers.

Also, Maria and Rouge are cousins. ;)

Link to the fic if you have no idea what a GS&SM is:

[tideswept]

Life updates under the cut! As it deals with uncomfortable topics, please do not read unless you a) truly want to know and b) feel that you can handle it.

if the answer is no to either of those, this is the casual tldr: I'm fine, just tired and busy. 💖 love you all, hope the holidays have been treating you well, fics coming soon!

HMM. Are you still here? Last chance to turn back. Think wisely.

Welcome concerned friends and busybodies alike. I'm not a sentimental person, so forgive the blunt rundown.

My mother killed herself in September as a final "fuck you" after I told her I wanted to move out. She had undiagnosed B(orderline)PD. If you know what BPD is and how it manifests in extreme cases, well, there you have my mother.

Unfortunately, I'd quit my job in order to essentially do her job for her, because I couldn't do two full time jobs and take care of her 24/7. I won't go into the thick of it, but for context's sake, let me just say that in the background of this whole sordid tale also skulks a) her HIV diagnosis and multiple months-long stays in hospitals where she became so infamous for her mental breakdowns that hospital staff to this day flinch when she's brought up, b) an abusive asshole stepfather who didn't let me leave the house for almost a decade, c) Scientology and d) 16 years of being illegal in the US.

Skip forward to now, and the only reason i survived this long was because of the kindness of you all, a few distant relatives, and my best friend--and pity from my landlord, who should evicted me weeks ago, but are seemingly waiting until Christmas is over.

There is no social help where I am. Perhaps there was pre-COVID, or pre the Republicans that have been destroying Florida, but it doesn't exist now. The help that there is (from churches and such programs) are exclusively for families. Pregnant women. The one shelter that's available I was warned to not go to no matter what by every volunteer and social worker I spoke with. They all told me the same thing; the informal name for that shelter is Rape City.

My last hope, as well as my last resort, was my mother's younger sister who lives a few cities away. Two days before Thanksgiving I laid my case out to her, the things I'd attempted (in trying to get a job, programs i'd applied to, etc.) and if I could please sleep in her garage for 4 months while I saved up money, because I truly did not think I would survive on the street.

Her responce was not kind. In the end, I accepted that she truly did not care and bid her goodbye. (It's very unfortunate that my mother named me after someone who hated both of us. I hope to be able to pay for a name change eventually, as we have the exact same first and last name.)

In the end, the landlords didn't kick me out when I kept bracing for the knock on the door that somehow still hasn't come. And my best friend has gone above and beyond to help me on a path out.

So, I'm okay. Currently been living without power for a few weeks, turning the house inside out to consolidate what I want to take with me. Heck, I even deleted my Animal Crossing save to start over. (Judy, I will get you back, I swear.)

Been applying for a new place to live, playing mental Tetris for what to take. I found homes for two of my cats, but three will be going with me. I leave so much behind and... it's fine. I'm taking what's important with me.

SO ANYWAY, that's the update, sorry for all the introspective nonsense 😅. I'm done packing and cleaning the house. I'll be moving either into a hotel or a new place in a few days. All is good. Been writing on my phone/tablet when I have the battery to spare, so sorry for some SERIOUSLY overdue updates and replies. I will be getting back on top of things this weekend. ❤️

Now, back to writing unrepentant smut.

Oh, and in case you might be wondering; yes, I'll be spending Christmas alone in less than ideal conditions, but holy fuck do I LOVE Christmas. And I intend to have the very best one I've had in many years. 🎄

Friends! Fellow countrymen!

My time online will be limited for a few days, I'll reply to things when I return. ❤️ Leave me reminders here if needed!