#so today she was sitting there like ‘cunty…. cunty’

[aespabangedup]

BITCHNING TO GANGING AESPA AND WHAT NOT:

Writer Note: Ain't that Chinese Cunt looking for Korean pump to get full of men milk breeding her egg fertile? Of course she does. And so does the other three. Read the story of how fucking Ning cause a chain of event leaving all 4 fucked and abused. The journey is ridiculous but worth your read! Warning: Pure smut, don't look for morality here. (No proofreading)

Today's concept is dancing hot wearing military outfit. You are the newly appointed stylist of aespa and it's your job to make sure they are on tip top shape for portraying the concept best. But your having a hard time focusing because these 4 bitch are swaying their tight ass and boobs in front of you making it impossible to work properly.

So like any normal person you decide to take your dick hand and handle these bitches. One at a time though and Ningning looking the most delicious today. So be it.

Hold my condom, you mumble to yourself and call over Ningning to you. "Coming," she says sweetly and come toward you swaying her bitchy crotch and tight ass around, your bulging cock tingling seeing the cunty walk.

"What?" She says. "Your styling seems off." "Hmm? But it's looking just fine." "Not in pro opinion. You see there are more to styling than it seems. It need to be compatible with the person who is wearing it in order to bring the full hot potential," You reply with a mid voice and serious look on face, your bulge is begging to escape inside her.

"Really? Then what should I do?" Ning looking concerned cause she is always serious about her work. "We have to check the compatibility, as simple as that. Let's go to the makeup room to check it out." "Ok, let's go" says unsuspecting Ning.

Your foxy grin visible as you pick up your coat that have your pack of emergency condom and tissues to clean up later. You take her in one of the empty makeup room, lock the door behind her as she walk towards the mirror.

"Please stand still while I check the compatibility," you says and she follows obideantly. You start with her boobs, squeezing her a good two minutes while your fingers are busy circling and tapping her aroused nipples form out side.

"What are you doing?" She asks but don't stop you actually. "Checking your tops compatibility with your chest. The shape of your boobs and the position of your nipples have to go well with your tops tightness. I need to get an artistic feel of you to get it just right." You make an elaborate sly excuse.

"Hmmm" Ning replies while biting her bottom lip, clearly getting aroused. Your hands gets rougher until Ning actually moan from the arousal, her breathing getting short. You give both mound some good slap and clawing squeeze before saying "Done. Your overall tightness and perkiness with the tops is good enough to portray you as a military cunt. Let's proceed to next step."

"Ok-k" aroused Ning answer abruptly. Your conditioning is working, you think. Then you start grabbing her ass. You are squeezing her tight ass like stress relieving toys, cupping her small butt cheek, spreading them apart and then slapping hard with a loud smack. "Arrg, stop it you are hurting my ass!" She cries out loud. "Shhh, don't make noise in busy work place. You remind her."

"I have to check the firmness of your butt to determine if this short is tight enough. Please excuse little inconvenience." You start slapping her ass so hard that hand start aching from pain. Ningning muffle her scream with both hand as you are punishing her bottom for being a tease swaying those tight butt around.

You stop after few min of slapping. Ningning start to message her bruised bottom. "Good firmness and shape just what a cunt concept need." Now let's sit on that couch, I have to check the tightness of your crotch to make sure the front side of shorts are properly fitting. Ningning hesitantly follows but that's ok, you are about to fullfil your plan.

You spread her legs apart in one go, Ningning is surprised. You sit down on knee as you start to rub her pussy over the clothes, roughly while you other hand is busy pressing up her asshole. Ningning tries to stop you now but you pin both of her hand with left hand while your right is busy rubbing her.

"What-t d-do you t-think you are doing?" Ningning says between her whimpers. Without listening to her protest you say "I have found your issue Ningning. It seems your holes are too tight, making the outward pressure of your pussy and asshole weaker, decreasing your overall tightness inside your short. Mean your body and short are not compatible enough to portray the cunty military concept today."

Ningning barely listening as you are pinching her poor clit through the thin short's fabric. Her eyes are watering up as her face flushed and cheast heaving. You continues "When was the last time you had sex Ningning? Your holes become tighter if you don't fuck often. Call over your boyfriend or partner, you need to have sex to make this style and concept work for you."

"Don't h-have boyfriend-d. My last s-sex w-as month a-ago for company e-evalution. B-but di-irectors are b-busy today!" Ningning says those while busy grinding her clit aginst your finger. You laugh internally, look at this bitch getting gangbanged for company audit, even grinding against my fingers to get fucked kekekeke

"If that's the case then I'll do it. Can't leave you alone ruining the concept. Everything depends on you making your holes lose, so I have to fuck you right now" You start unzipping your pant while flustered Ning look at you nervously with puppy eyes. Your long waiting manhood is out at last, the 6 inch thick boy is up and ready to fuck Ningning's sorry holes. Her eyes go wide, clearly excited to have sex after a while.

"Here put this condom on my dick with your mouth Ning. I suppose you know how to do it." You grin handing her the condom. She torn it apart, put the condom in her mouth skillfully and position herself on knees to put it on your boy. You don't waste time and give her your cock as she put it on like an experienced slut. You take the chance to give her some deepthroating thrust. It would be amazing to face fuck this bitch but you actually don't have much time.

You pull out and point her to the couch. You start pulling her short down her leg, her wet cotton panty is breathing air now. "Look how wet you are, why does a beauty like you going sexless for weeks? Now I have to prepare you hastily while cheating my gf. So unprofessional of you." You lie that you have a gf. You only have sexual partners, no gf.

You pull down her panty down and then spread her legs again reveling her brown pussy glistining with arousal. You would love to lick and suck her clean but the time is really short for you. You spit her pussy, then start rubbing her valuva and fingering her baby hole.

Ningning moaning as you finger her and make her more juicy. A min later when you think she is ready, you set your dick at her entrance, rubbing and teasing her. Before finally entering her pussy you remind her that you two are short on time so you have to fuck her hard and fast to loosen her up.

"Please don't make a lot of sound, here let me muffle you so you can't go loud.* You says while stuffing her panty and short in her mouth, then muffle her with both hand.

Ningning's head jolt back as you enter her properly trained pussy in one go, your crotch hitting her crotch as you are pounding her from get go. Despite the panty in her mouth she is screaming loud, so you press her mouth harder, muffling her near silent. You dick going blur as you are giving your best to fuck as hard and fast as possible.

After min 5 or so she start cumming from her harash treatment, soaking your thigh and balls. "Look at you soaking everything up, were you that desperate for sex you bitch!" Your tone have changed as you are fucking her into a mess. The panty and short in her mouth getting soaked and hot from her saliva and breathe. You pump her pussy for few more min before cumming, keep riding your orgasm as you growl lowly and cumming.

You pull out, the condom is filled with a few weeks of saved semen. It's such a waste that you couldn't fill her uterus with your potent fluid, making sure she gets breeded. Anyway, you pour your cum in her breathing asshole as you keep fingering it inside, using it like some makeshift lube. Once satisfied, you set your cock in her entrance and goes in with one gentle stroke.

Ningning's trained ass get loosen up soon as her spincter is open now. Ningning's legs are on your shoulder as you keep ramming her gut in the couch with beastly ferocity. Ningning's body shakes up and eyes bulging out with every ball deep thrust in her ass, muffled shrieking escaping her panty stuffed mouth. Salivs has completely soaked her panty, you can feel it's sticky warmth under your hands.

You can't hold back long this time. You start chocking her neck turning her face red. Ningning push the panty outside ber mouth with tongue, but can't scream for the choke. Her tightness forced out another gutterel growl from you as you empty your balls in her ass. Yellow colored cum mixed with shit pour out.

"Eww, you have dirtied my clean cock with your shit. Do you even go shitless for days?" You chuckle as you take your dirty cock to her mouth, "Clean your shit you useless cunt" and shove it deep in her throat once again. Ningning is now tasting your cum and her own shit in the name of checking her fashion compatibility.

After few min of deepthroat cleaning, you cum once again though not much of a cum come out this time. You pull out with a pop, your cock is hot and squeaky clean from her effort. You smile satisfyingly, spreads her legs again and say "See your holes are now properly gaped, the outward pressure have increased significantly making the short you are going to wear perfectly compatible with you. Now you can slay the cunty concept perfectly."

A trembling Ningning somehow sit up, looking for tissue to wipe herself clean. "Let me help you, you are tired so take some rest." You pull out your emergency tissue packs to wipe her. You take time wiping her pussy lips, spread them apart and wipe them one at a time. Soon they are dry like a virgin who never got fucked.

You give her gaped pussy lips a kiss, making her surprised. "What was that for?" Ningning ask in a cunty voice. "How can I not appreciate such a beautiful pussy in front of me. Now that you are gaped, you are looking even better." I tell her before going to pick her a new short and panty from the bag. "Here wear this, this will go well with your gaped holes." Ningning takes it while wearing her wet panty.

"I am going out first, you come out after a little bit," you say. Then you go outside just to see everyone standing in a line towards a corner of the set. What's happening? You think before going their curiously.

When you reach there you see Giselle and Karina is getting gangbanged in a orgy by rest of the crew. Both are on their four, completely naked getting fucked in foursome, stuffed with crew meat in all three of their holes. The wet squelching sound of sex filling the set as the men keep cumming raw inside their superstar bitches.

One of the crew member have just finished inside Giselle's ass and pull back. He sees you and say "Hey there, today's recording is cancelled because Winter got booty called by the directors for important vip. So without wasting our day we are having a refreshing sex party after a while. Come fuck Giselle's ass, it's open now!"

Who cares about empty balls or exhaustion, you run towards Giselle agaped bloody red creampied asshole and shove your once again hard boy into mama's gut. Giselle muffle moan loudly from your invasion. You start slapping her meaty booty, leaving some well deserving finger marks on her tight ass that drive all crazy.

Karina is now a whimpering mess of dirty flesh as they are absolutely pounding her holes with utmost savagery, rearranging her throat, uterus and guts. "Slow down, what if she prolapse?" Says the one in her mouth grinning. "Who cares! We will just give her a baggy pant if that happens. She can dance while her uterus hang out like a dick." Replies the one in her pussy, his thick cock is visibly stretching her.

"Let's pee. I don't feel like going to toilet when such busty onaholes are taking care of us." Says the one in front of you fucking Giselle's mouth. "Ok, on my mark. Three two one goooooo...." Says the one in Karina's mouth as both start pissing deep down their throat, half of it coming out of their mouth and drenching the fucker under them who are busy fucking their pussy.

You go for Giselle's boobs, pinching it so hard that she start to nod her head sideways, eyes clenched while getting deepthroated. KYAAAAA a shout come from your behind, you look back and see few naked crew have pinned Ning down and entering her. Poor Ning was already sensitive from her session with you, it's natural she scream out from the sensation.

The afternoon become evening as the sex party continues. You wanted to fuck Karina but everyone wants to fuck her so you mainly fucked Giselle. Her pussy, ass, mouth everything have tasted your dick. But like anything good the sex party comes to an end. Everyone is exhausted, aespa fuckedolls are passed out from such intense lovemaking.

You only get to fuck Karina at the end. The manager gives you 10 min to fuck her before they pack up. Even if she is drenched in cum, sweat and piss she still looked too beautiful to resist. You proceed to fuck her passed out pussy, hugging her tightly while burying your face between her mountainous boobs. Her scent is intoxicating, her body is fever pitch hot, her overused pussy gulping your cock like a lollipop, her head bobbing backward as you keep pistoning harder upward like her song up up up up......

Smack squelch smack squelch smack squelch smack squelch.......

You shoot your 9th blank shot for the day in her pussy, your balls aching as you have never had sex for this long in your life. But you don't stop, there is still 5 min left. You put her on the cold floor, pull out of her lose pussy and enter even equally lose asshole.

You go for her face, grabbing her small head tightly as you bury your tongue in this bitch's urinal tasting all the cum and piss she drank. Loud smacking of your crotch hitting her crotch filling the room as you pour last bit of your strength to fuck cunty Karina's asshole. You are in your all time high, your body shaking from your own overstimulation. Argh arggg arggghhhhh.....

Karina's faint whimpers bring you back to senses as she have woken up, looking at you with cloudy eyes. You don't care, your dick and tongue busy to get a taste of this workplace abused bitch. Each and every thrust sending shockwaves through both of your bodies. More, you can fuck her more, you don't want to waste this chance in life. You can fuck her moreeeeeee......

You wakes up in the company's employee microbus taking you home. Apparently you passed out from fucking Karina so hard, exhausting your last bit of strength. Your good colleagues helped you out of Karina's dirty hole, dressed you up and sending you home. You see Winter beside you, exhausted and clearly unprepared. She was picked by this car too.

Sitting slightly angled, a cushion under her ass. The driver notice your curiosity and says "The VIP did her well, she can't sit straight in ass now." Winter listen but don't react, calmly sitting on her cushion, hiding used holes under tiny skirt. Eyes outside seeing night Seoul. Getting slutty remark from everyone is the most natural thing in this industry.

Who knows what happened to you that day, but you weren't satisfied fucking three so you went for full package and forced Winter right there in the car, fucking her mercilessly as the driver keep going forward to their dorm. She tries to resist, really don't want to fuck anymore but you are not the type to stop. You pin her hand avobe her head with one hand, another busy pulling out your dick.

By the time you reached Aespa dorm it was already past 10. It took 2 hours more to reach there as the driver joined you and you both fucked already spent Winter brutally for good two hours. Double penetrating her holes. Even shoving two dick in one hole as you needed something even tighter after fucking lose holes whole day.

Winter's wild gaze eventually withers down from getting sandwiched between you two. You two fucked her all holes taking turn, only stopped after driver's nut become empty. You dump exhusted fuck doll Winter at their dorm's gate, tap the bell. Karina comes open the door, she is limping hard. Wearing a baggy t-shirt and short, showered. Her face contorts badly seeing you, she clearly remebers it's you who fucked her last, despite her passing out.

"Why are you late? What has happened to Winter?" Her voice angry, she sit down and check Winter. One hand goes under Winter's skimpy skirt, her fingers definitely felt the well known stickiness of cum. She open Winter's mouth and see she was face fucked. "You fucked her too?!! Wasn't fucking us three enough for you? Why do you have to force her if she didn't want to?" She yells, her small fist on air. You were about to explain that your balls are empty, it's the driver's cum but before that Giselle and Ning come, they are limping too.

They help Karina take Winter inside. Ning look at you with puppy eyes, biting her lips before pulling her sports short down and shows you her now gaped pussy. She smiles naughtily and ask you, "Am I compatible with the cunty style now?" You lift your finger and give her a thumbs up saying," PERFECT!" Giselle looks at your eyes just to turn her face away. You fucked her most, over an hour in all holes so maybe she is feeling shy? After all this?

Karina howl from behind, yanking back Ning. As a result poor Ning falls on her little exposed ass. "Leave us alone now you mother fucking bastsrd." Karina shouts at you but her pretty small face and those sexy big boobs that are jumping like jelly under her t-shirt betraying her angry image . You remembers how her boobs kept hitting your face as you kept thrusting into her up up up up, her intoxicanting scent still in your nose........ She slams the door on your face, not that obideant when not getting fucked, you think.

You get back home past 11 PM, your dick is in pain fucking whole day. You take some ice and bury your dick in it going numb. It's worth it, fucking those beautiful slut senseless is so worth it. Joining team one was the best decision ever. Aha you got to trick Ning into having sex, fucked Giselle's holes for hours, fucked a completly spent Karina all by yourself and even raped unwilling Winter who was already fucked by higher up in the car. This is life, this is the best.

You goes to sleep after shooting 2 more blanks masturbating remembering the sex dolls you had whole day. Ningning have really liked you, right? That's why she asked for your opinion showing her little cunt. Would she let you fuck her if you stayed? Can you date her? What about Giselle? You fucked her passionately. Winter needs schooling, her bitchy attitude is an eyesore. Maybe you should have just forced Karina at the dorm, bitch acted like you didn't fuck her few hours prior.

Slap, you slap yourself. You can't think about fucking all day long. It's just the start, you will get more chance to fuck them in future. You wait Karina and Winter, you will come begging for my cock in future.......

A call start ringing so late. It's the head manager. "Thanks for fucking Ningning in the makeup room rookie. You literally made us all so horney that we had a sex party with our bitches after so long. Sending Winter as bootycall to directiors was actually our idea. Need more promising fucker like you in the industry. These public bitch named idols don't know their places otherwise." He hangs up before letting you answer back.

You goes to sleep feeling optimistic about a promising sexual life in future. Little do you know that even more deranged fucker have those nice sluts booked for abusing. Once in a while sex party or if Ning let you play with her is all you got in your luck.

Karina's massive boob, Giselle's meaty ass, Winter's tight cunt, Ning's filthiness or their rapebait faces are not for you or your sperms......

Tsk tsk you poor ass motherfucker!

[phleb0tomist]

spent my session today explaining ‘slay’ and ‘cunty (positive)’ to my therapist. safe to say she was fascinated. never seen her so mesmerised

[pixiesfz]

cough syrup s.c x child reader!

apart of sunshine series!

plot: you get sick right before a big game

warning: sickness, appendicitis, vomiting, this is literally my experience when I got my appendix removed (I was 6)

You hadn't been feeling good since you got home from Kindergarten, your stomach hurt and your head was pounding, you hadn't even felt the need to eat your lunch Steph made you. You had never felt like this before.

You hadn't talked a lot to your friends or on the way home which was weird since you usually told Steph about your whole day and complained about the boys in your class.

You didn't like them.

"Did Jack annoy you today?"

"Hm" you grunted and Steph just nodded and furrowed her brows, you must be tired she thought.

You ran straight to your room when you got home, Calvin following you as you both sat on a bean bag.

Calvin seemed to know you didn't feel good as he licked your arm, sitting on your lap "Hi Calvy" you sniffled as the dog looked up at you.

Usually when you felt sick you told your mum but all she and all your aunties had been talking about for the last week were the 'conti' cup which you didn't know what it meant but you knew it had to do with her soccer career.

Lara used to talk about it sometimes, but she used a different word for it.

So you stayed quiet, a tear running down your eye every so often as you played with toys in your play house.

Steph noticed your quietness at home and got worried "Sunshine?" she called out to you and you quickly rubbed your eye and turned around with a soft smile "mummy?"

"Did someone say something to you at Kindergarten?" you shook your head "nope" you hummed and turned back to your doll house.

Steph sighed before walking over to you and bending down "you okay Sunshine?" she asked and you faltered, nodding your head quickly after.

Steph knew better.

"Sunshine what did I say about lying" she looked at you sternly before you looked down to your feet "to not do it" you mumbled and she nodded "exactly".

She placed her hand on your forehead before her eyes popped open "Sunshine your head is burning, are you sick?"

You nodded "head and tummy hurts"

"Why didn't you tell me? has it been hurting since Kindergarten?" Steph asked, panic setting in

"You have cunti cup tomorrow!"

Stephs eyes grew wider "Con-ti not..." she sighed "that."

Tears started to roll down your face, not bothering to act anymore "hurts" you whined "everything hurts!"

Steph nodded quickly picking you up "What hurts the most Sunshine?" Steph asked and you pointed to the right end of your stomach

Steph nodded, blowing out air.

She never liked seeing you in pain, and you were really in pain.

"Can I touch it?" Steph asked and you wiped away your tears and nodded.

You let Steph lay you down on the couch, Calvin sitting nearby as she lightly laid her hands on your stomach

"wrong side mummy!"

Steph winced "right, sorry Sunshine" she apologized before moving to your right side, a scream leaving your lips when she applied pressure.

"Hurts" you yell and Steph wiped her forehead "I know honey, I know"

Steph stood up, panic thriving within her body, this wasn't just any stomach bug, should she call the hospital?, local doctors?, Mini?

"Your whines grew as you started to struggle to lay still "Mummy!" you cried as she left to grab her phone "Sunshine did you eat today?"

"Wasn't hungry" you grumbled, laying your hand out for Calvin, hoping he could distract you from the pain in your stomach.

Steph was quick, typing your symptoms into an app she had downloaded since she got you and winced when she saw the answer she begged it wouldn't be.

appendicitis.

Quickly she ran to your room, grabbing more comfortable clothes and a water bottle, running inside the house, lastly grabbing Calvin and putting him outside before grabbing you which you screamed at.

"Where we going?" You asked as tears rolled down your cheeks "We're seeing the doctor" (hospital, but she didn't want to freak you out) she replied and you clung onto her before she reached the car and sat you down in your seat.

She looked up to your tear covered face as she did the buckle "You will be okay Sunshine" she told you, wiping your cheeks before closing the door and running to the drivers seat.

Your whines didn't stop on the way and Steph almost started crying herself, her blood pressure dropping whenever your cries grew louder.

"I called the doctor and we get to go straight in Sunshine" she told you, her voice croaky.

You had become silent now and Steph didn't know if that was better or worse as she parked the car, running out to grab you and go to the front desk.

You had taken yourself out of reality, almost getting used to the pain as you looked around.

Must be a new doctors, you thought as Steph discussed with the lady on the chair before you were placed on an uncomfortable bed and taken to a white and blue room, some painted fishes on the side as well.

Tonight had been a long night.

A man came in with a metal circle thingy as he discussed with Steph, trying to talk to you but you were too scared.

You hadn't made a sound at all until he placed his circle on your stomach, a scream leaving your mouth as he pursed his lips and nodded.

"It's good you came now, before it burst" he informed your mum but you widened your eyes "what?" you ask

burst.

What did that mean.

Steph held your hand, squeezing it tight as the man left again, telling you he would be back quickly

"Sunshine?" Steph called for you as you turned your head, tears falling down "mummy?" you questioned, your voice breaking Steph's heart

"You're going to have a little surgery-" "Lara used to have surgeries!" You tried to get up as you yelled but Steph stopped you, you turned to her again seeing that she also had tears running down her face.

"It's not scary, trust me I've done his before, hey even Calvin's done this before" she said and you relaxed

If Calvin can do it so could you, if Lara did them, so could you.

The doctor came back in, some nurses behind him as they grabbed your bed again, wheeling to another room where the man held a plastic mask.

"Do you like chocolate y/n"?"

You nodded and Steph smiled "chocolates your favourite isn't it Sunshine" You smiled "I like chocolate Ice-cream" you said and the doctor and nurses smiled "this is just like chocolate the man said before passing Steph the mask.

"You trust me Sunshine?" she ask and you nodded, the woman putting the mask around your head as you tasted chocolate, a warm smile coming across your cheeks.

"What about your game?" You mumbled, starting to feel tired

"I'll be with you Sunshine."

When you woke up in your room you were surrounded by a lot of happy aunties with gifts in their hands.

"Did you win cunty cup?"

Steph didn't even bother correcting you this time, just happy you were feeling fine.

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In Need of an Heir Pt 7

Aemond X (Baratheon! Reader)

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Warnings:: Aegon being a creep. Aemond is a little cunty, reader is too.

You wake up in a dark room, your legs numb from hanging awkwardly over the side of the bed. When you roll your head to the side, Aemond is asleep beside you, your two hands still gently wrapped around each other.

You hate to wake him up, but the need to move your legs supercedes your wish to keep him asleep.

You grunt as you sit up, and groan at the soreness of your back and start to try moving your numb legs around to get the blood circulating again.

Aemond wakes up with a jolt shooting up from the bed and then stumbling over his own numb legs before gripping the bedpost to hold him upright.

You can't help but giggle at his disheveled state.

"My apologies" He grunts "I am not accustomed to waking up with someone beside me.

"We did..... we did not perform our marital duty. They will blame me" You nervously wring your hands knowing that it is partially your fault but what you don't want to do is have the King angry at you or Aemond.

"No one shall know. That will be a secret between you and I. " Aemond removes his dagger from the holster hanging over the chair next to the bed and nicks his wrist, allowing a few droplets to land on his sheets. "As you said before, does it truly matter if we do it today instead of yesterday?"

You nod your head at him gratefully. "Thank you"

"Hmmm." He nods curtly toward you. "Let us get ready for the day.

You leave his quarters heading back to your own to get ready for whatever today shall bring you. You snicker to yourself, knowing you were able to get around consummating your marriage, earning yourself one more day at least before Aemond attempts to stuff a child into you.

After getting dressed you are escorted to morning meal. King Aegon has requested the family sit down together this morning. You inwardly groan. This is the last place you want to be. All those eyes on you trying to decipher whether or not you and your husband did your duty. The thought of it made you queasy.

As you enter, you immediately locate Aemond in his usual seat at the head of the table. You sit to his right across from Criston and wait for King Aegon to be carried in.

"King Aegon second of his name" the guards announce as Aegon is carried into the room. You stand along with everyone else as he is carried around the table and placed between his mother and princess Jaheara.

"Ahhh, so we are all here, then," he loudly announces. Half of the big table is empty. An ominous reminder of just how many members of their family were lost during the great dance of the dragons.

"So. .. am I correct in assuming that everything went well last night?" Aegon immediately pries.

You can see the prickle that travels up Aemond's entire body at the question.

"All is well," Aemond curtly replies, seemingly annoyed at his brothers prodding.

"So I can expect a nephew? You were able to get the job done?" Aegon cockily smiles toward Aemond.

Aemonds knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists tightly in frustration.

"This is hardly table conversation." Alicent tries to politely steer the conversation away from the direction she knows Aegon is headed.

"Oh mother, calm down. I know my brother and sometimes...... he......struggles with these types of things. Just have to be sure. " Aegon snickers to himself like he just made the funniest joke in the world.

"Everything went well. He was kind and gentle, as a good husband should be. " The words seem to just come flying out of your face. You couldn't stand Aegon poking fun at Aemond. You felt the need to defend him as if it was your job to protect him.

"That..... that is most pleasant to hear my goodsister. " The look of shock on Aegon's face at your outburst wasn't difficult to see, but when you turn from Aegon and look at Aemond you are shocked to see him looking at you with a softness. He brings his hand over yours and gently rubs his thumb over your knuckle.

The rest of the morning meal is uneventful. When you rise to leave, Aemond accompanies you.

"You did not have to do that. I had it handled, " Aemond states as soon as you exit the room.

"Handled or not, I wished to say my piece, so I did"

He chuckles and scratches his chin. "Yes, it seems you did"

"Walk with me?"

"Is that not what I am doing currently?" He lifts his eyebrow and smiles.

You huff and lightly smack his arm. "I meant through the gardens. We had hardly any time to get to know one another prior to the wedding. I would like to at least know your interests and passions before you bed me"

"Shh," Aemond looks around like his head is on a swivel and you cringe.

"Right, should most likely not go announcing that through the hallways." You giggle and walk ahead. " May make our claims at morning meal less believable"

He stands still in the hallway, a small smirk on his face watching you as you beckon him to follow you.

"Well, come on then!" You start to walk toward the gardens without him. It only takes him about four strides to catch up to you.

"So.... what are your passions?" You question playfully.

"My passions?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Surely you aren't that dull. You have passions, I assume? Things you do that you find enjoyment in? For example, I enjoy reading." You wave your hand in front of you mimicking the act of turning a page in a book.

"I also enjoy reading."

You look at him exasperated. This was going to be a long, difficult process of getting to know him if all of his answers were going to be short and made up of no more than five words.

"Enjoy reading what?" You prod. You were going to get to know this man whether he liked it or not. You refused to spend your life chained to a cold stranger.

"Philosophy,history" he stares straight ahead as he answers and right before you release a sigh of frustration you are pleasantly surprised when it is him that tries to continue the conversation. "And what of you wife? What do you enjoy reading"

"Fantasy." A huge smile spreads across your face, and your eyes light up. " tales of heroes and princesses saved by their knight in shining armor who would travel the realm 3 times over just to get back to her."

"Hmmmm...." He strokes his chin briefly. ",You wish to escape"

You stop in your tracks and look up at him "what?"

"Fantasy. It's a means of escape. To immerse yourself in a world unlike your own. A world where there is love and passion, and a neat happy ending."

You crinkle your nose at him. "There is love and passion in this world, Aemond. Just because you choose not to experience it does not mean it does not exist"

"No. I'm the monster in those books. The one the hero slays, only in the real world sometimes the villain wins"

You roll your eyes, "the villains hardly ever announce that they are such. They do not feel like they have to. The world just knows" You start walking again. "No you are a lost character. Did some things he has not quite reconciled and is not quite sure where he is going."

"I know exactly where I am going." His voice is tense so you decide to keep pushing.

"Do you?" You enjoy pushing his buttons if not for any other reason then to break him out of his cold stoicism. Anger is an emotion a strong one and even if it is not the emotion you prefer to see it is something.

"The iron throne will pass to me upon me, brothers' death." He tilts his chin in the air, the pride emanating off of his body.

"That is where your body will be, but your mind, your heart, your soul. You do not know where those will lay." You put your hand to his chest over his heart.

"I told you already I am not capable-"

You cut him off. "What you say and what you do...... they do not align. The love for your mother is obvious. Any fool can see it. The love you have for sweet Jaheara, even the love and patience you have with Aegon! Maybe you will never love me, but you love them. I know you do. Thus you are capable."

"I am loyal to my family..." He trails off not wanting to continue the conversation but you are determined to make him see. You don't know why but you need him to admit he is capable. That there is something the two of you could work toward with time and effort. Some kind of hope.

"It is more than loyalty. If you can not see that, then you are blind. " You turn to head back to your chambers, deciding you have had quite enough of your husband for one day. Aemond is not finished yet.

He grips you by the shoulder and turns you around to face him. "Do not ever speak to me that way." He growls."You are my wife. You do not have to like me, but you do have to respect me. "

"I respect you just fine." You jerk your shoulder from his grasp. " but I do not believe you"

"Believe me?"

"You so desperately want the world to think you are cold, but I see it. The warmth it is in there, is it such a crime that I, your wife, wish to see it? That I do not wish to spend my days chained to a mountain of ice when I know there is a flame hidden inside?"

" You demanded the truth, and now that I have given it to you, you are unable to accept it. I did warn you." He closes his eye and clenches his jaw. "I am a creature of habit."

"I can not bare children for a man incapable of love! Could you imagine the damage that would be done to a child when their father does not love them?"

Aemond's shoulders slump and he looks down to the floor. "I am painfully aware of what that can do to a child"

"Then why would you wish it upon your own children?" You again turn on your heel and sail down the hallways toward your chamber gritting your teeth.

"I will not have children with that man." You grumble under your breath.

"You will not be getting that heir from me"

Part 8

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[junespriince]

you know what fuck you! *Yuri your birdflash* au

Wally: Linda! Hartley! Guys I need help!

Linda: what's wrong?

Hartley: is Chris still bothering you? God, he can't take no for an answer!

Wally: not him, those he did try to sit with me in lecture today, but that's besides the point just, ugh just come with me to my apartment!

Kyle, Conner, Hartley, Linda, Ace, and Bart sitting in her living room.

Wally: so Birdie just asked me out on a date—

Kyle: about fucking time.

Wally: shut up Kyle, and listen!

Wally, huffs: anyways, she asked me out on a date, and I don't know what to wear, she said we're going to a thrift store, and then a botanical garden exhibit, and then a dinner at this way to fancy restaurant and I don't want to make more of a fool of myself then I already have, I mean what if I dress to fancy I'll stick out, but if I dress to lower she'll hate me and I'll never see her again and like this was a dream come true she asked me out, if she hate me then we won't build a house together in the forest, adopt a turtle as our child, maybe have a dog too, and we won't wake up together or make bread together or anything! I need you guys to help me here!

Hartley: if she hates you for dressing comfortably then she ain't it then.

Wally: but she's everything! She's smart, beautiful, talented, her eyes are the most beautiful gems I ever seen, her dimples are so cute, and she takes up half my future planning I can't mess this up, please just help a girl out over here! *Staring to tear up*

Kyle: okay, okay we get it! We'll help, stop crying!

Bart: must be real desperate bringing all of us in here to help.

Wally: very! Kori off planet or I'd call her too.

Ace: okay sis, bring out the outfits you have in mind.

Linda: and the shoes! Oh let me get my makeup bag as well, I'll be right back!

Conner: I'll make some tea and look through your hair products, I'm thinking hair down, help shape those curls out, and maybe a cute hair accessory.

Kyle: can I go cunty?

Wally: no! This is the first date! I need to be cute, but rememberable.

Hartley: let me see your closet, when the date?

Wally: in seven hours.

Hartley: a little bit of a challenge but doable.

Bart: I'll make snacks, and I'll have Kon spy on her so we can match her levels!

Wally, about to cry again: oh my god thank you, thank you, thank you!

7 hours later and at Bludhaven's cafe, lesbian owned

Rania ((Urania ))(Dick*), dressed in a cute and nice little blazer moment, in deep green, dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, Sharp but not too sharp makeup, short hair slicked back a bit, tented glasses rest at the edge of her nose and they're red hearts: My little Willow tree, you are right on time, excited for our date to be late? *Soft chuckle, dimples showing*

Wally, long waterfall curls with a cute strawberry headband, that iconic strawberry midi dress, very little makeup Bec we don't cover freckles in this house hold, nervous: very, I-I,,, I didn't want to keep you waiting is all, rainy.

Rania, calm and collective: no worries, *offers arm* let's go, have a busy night ahead of us.

Wally, blushing taking her arm: y-yeah.

Rania, hours before

Rania, holding her brothers, sister, Steph, Barbara, Donna, her dad, the butler, Roy, and Kori hostage in her room: if I don't look stunning for that pretty girl, I will die! I need suggestions and support people!

Jason: why would we want to help you?

Rania: because if I don't impress her, I'm destroying all your books.

Jason:

Jason: I'll get the makeup.

Roy: girl, I don't know how to dress myself the hell you think I can help you here?

Rania: then support me!

Bruce, on the phone: calling Diana, Selena, and Talia as we speak sweetheart.

Alfred: I'll get the outfit Miss Urania.

Rania: thanks, I just,,, I have to make a good impression on her! My future hangs in the balance with her!

Barbara: getting the gel, Damian get Jon to spy on Willow we need these two to match, sapphics love a good match.

Damian: got it. Do you want some tea Urania?

Rania: yes, please, thanks Dami, you're a good kid, and I love you so much, you know that?

Damian, prideful about the praise: of course I do.

Tim: kiss ass

Damian: hate not being the favorite, I see.

Kori: oh, oh, I want to pick out the shoes! Maybe favorite are in your closet right?

Rania: the Church's Burwood Oxford in black or the Church's Fairstead Oxford?

Kori: the first one.

Rania: uh, in the shoes closet, back right wall.

Kori: yay!

Donna: getting the accessories, you want the tinted pink shades or the red?

Rania: red heart ones.

Donna: gotcha.

Stephanie: let me see those outfits Al, I have a vision.

Damian: hope that vision includes strawberries, West is in a strawberry midi dress, whatever that is.

Stephanie: GASP, it does! I could kiss her! Get the green dress suit!

Cass: I'll get it!

Duke: how her make up Damian?

Damian: soft, they're leaving the freckles.

Rania, blushing: they're leaving the freckles,,,,, Dad, tell them to get here fast and call Harley and Ivy and auntie kate we need those two lesbian asap!

Bruce: got it!

Damian: some chamomile tea, and I have some lavender at the ready if you need it, Urania.

Rania: thank you dami, again *kiss his forehead*

Back on the date

Wally, in her head: wow she's so calm, and pretty, oh focus Wally, you don't need to trip!

Rania, in her mind: god she's so pretty, damn I can the wedding, no, no, focus on today damnit!

*but a Romani name I really like for her also I did use behind the name so if it's not right oops I did look into this

[the-s1lly-corner]

May I please have a request of head cannons of TADC crew dealing with a clingy kid reader

Like two of them are basically plushies (Jax and Ragtha)

And please do take your time

TADC cast x clingy!kid!reader (platonic!)

YAHOO!! my back hurts but its okay because i drew my oc looking... (checks notes) "cunty" (doesnt know if theyre using the word right) anyways gonna knock out a few more requests; got that one friendship is witchcraft song playing on loop in my headphones so im typing like a speed demon rn RAAAAAAh

CAINE:

honestly hes probably the same with you, though like. with his eyes; he keeps an eye on you at all times. like i can easily caine being kind of negligent when it comes to kids and letting them get into harms way, but i also adore the idea of him fretting over you and trying to keep you safe. does not mind your clinginess, not one bit. always keeps close in IHAs, in fact we may even be able to joke that hes now a participant in his own games! he does it for both of your comforts, and to make sure you dont get hurt.. in cases where he cant be around, for whatever reason, he promotes bubble to babysitter to keep an eye on you; i think! reads you bedtime stories every night

POMNI:

i think i may have mentioned this a few times but pomni can get a little uncomfortable around kids; kids can be really wild and/or horrifically honest with no filter and pomni does not have the mental strength to cope, digital world or not/lh

with that being said it would take her a while to get used to you gravitating around her; i dont think she would tell you to leave her alone though. i mean, she tries to put herself in your shoes. shes losing her mind in this place and shes brand new and a grown woman. how is this effecting you? so she sticks around and just. embraces it, i think. probably checks in on you when you go to bed... kind of pauses when you ask her to stay, be it because you dont want her to go or because youre scared of monsters under the bed i think she would ultimately stay by your bed in a chair and watch over you

RAGATHA:

good news for hugging her, shes very soft thanks to the fact that shes literally a doll! honestly its rare that she would tell you to step aside so she can do something; plus like caine she generally likes to keep an eye on you to make sure youre not getting into trouble or danger,,, makes you plushies so you hang onto them when shes away and you miss her. like caine she also has a bedtime routine with you. maybe its because i just watched some adventure time today, but the ritual would be similar to sweet p's bedtime ritual (bedtime cheek kisses, tucking in, reassuring that youre loved ect ect ect) idk i just think ragatha would have that kind of energy when caring for a kid reader, clingy or not

holds

JAX:

one of the two characters who might get annoyed by your clinginess, especially in the beginning (oh boy i sure wonder who the other one is (looks at zooble)) and he might try to push you away and shoo you when you try to stick around him. might feel a little bad when he sees the sad look in your eyes when you turn away and walk away. jax, feeling bad for once? now thats rare

might try to bond with you by trying to teach you his ways of trickery; no one wants to see a kid sad, especially in a place like this and i dont think jax would be immune to your pouty face. older brother and little sibling dynamic, i think! i genuinely cannot see jax being fatherly, tbh

KINGER:

DAD KINGER DAD KINGER; do i need to say more? honestly kinger is very clingy himself with the people he cares about, given that hes lost so much he wants to make sure that those he cares about are still safe and sound. if anything, you might be the one asking him to dial it down a notch!/j

lets you snuggle up into him during bedtime stories, i think! like while the others who read to you would be sitting on a chair next to the bed, kinger would be close enough for you to lean into him if that makes sense. generally very sweet to you too, i think!

ZOOBLE:

the other one who would be a little annoyed by how clingy you are, again, especially in the beginning. zooble seems to really value their own personal time and space so its likely that they would try to set up a boundary; so you probably arent going to be able to spend every waking moment with them... that said i dont think they would exactly be... mean to you... like they dont hate you, they just tend to get irritated by small things! makes very clear communication, which is an important thing to learn! teaching moment! also cannot see them picking up a parental role, i can see them being the cool but angsty older sibling tbh. probably kind of freezes up when you hug them but does not push you away. does care deeply for you, just shows it in their own unique way

GANGLE:

oh you probably accidentally drag her around without fully meaning to! i mean im not sure how old the reader is, but lets say theyre on the younger side and they dont fully. mean to just drag gangle across the room. i mean its not like youre dragging her across the floor, at least! plus gangle is just so light, given that shes totally made of ribbon in the digital world. she doesnt really mind all the much, though... even if she did im not sure if she would speak up... lets you come and go into her room whenever, since sometimes you just miss her and she has enough trust in you not to mess with anything + sometimes you guys do arts and crafts together! yipee!

[imajinacxic888]

agatha all along spoilers

you know the drill

(also kinda rushed bc i really don't want to get spoiled and I am also on the live stream for EPIC THE MUSICAL vengance saga )

Hello!? the title of the episode being a verse of the song!?

ALICE!!!!????

Hi gorgeous, come here often to recollect the souls your sweetheart leaves?

Yess you protect her, but at what cost, please

No one is ever ready

Jen is so me at the end of that episode

“Your coven is shrinking” well yeah but your pretty privileges will only get you so far

Also how did Agatha knew where to look for her?

“did you doubt me?” “I did” probably something they have said to one another many times before (maybe with different roles)

“You where distracting me from him” EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME!!???? HeLLO???

Agatha you can’t fool the one who is so fucking obsessed with you

“With another woman’s son” someone is jealous

“No one in history has had special treatment like you” gay Gay HoMOSEXUAL Gay

“You took” but the hurt in Rio’s eyes!??? Is like she knew but couldn’t do anything else

“-about Nicky” !????Ahugghhghghhgh “Because the truth is too awful” and the unspoken words after that!? AHGSHASGBXBWYB

(If I die today remember me as I was)

Open your Eyes Teenager they are not exes they cannot physically be exes is like the universe refuses to let each other go

Super serious talk about Tommy but the way they distract me by sitting that way? Ilegal

“You will eventually die” yeah then tell her without the hurt in your eyes

They are breaking up guys (Rio is so fucking hurt by her words) (she truns around so many fucking times)

Yeah hurt eyes more the one that just broke up let’s see if that saves you more time teenager

Not so of a healthy copying mechanism but do what you will

Yeah is a circle, it is also a fucking set apparently

I don’t like to judge the shoes of other people but meh

Great idea teenager, you are still the worst fucking horror protagonist

Her broch is the thing she first looks out for

You can’t blame everything on capitalism (but the majority of things yeah)

Hello!? this is neither the place or time to be horny

So no more Jen? I guess good for her yeah good for her

More Wanda’s voice let’s go

Billy… got what he wanted….???

“No Billy sometimes Boys die” WHAT???’ HOW COULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY!????

“Congratulations my love” while laughing like the crazy person she is? Yeah that’s Rio alright

She looks so hot in death form

The men are just resigned to their fates

“And you love me” we all do

Thanks Lilia

“Why don’t you want me” she is still hurt gurl chill out

Hot

Don’t think is the right time for bondage

WICKAN FUCKING YESS

Agatha please for the love of whatever is holy stop

Hot

Should probably don’t think too much of the fact that Agatha had a green house built in her house

Are they flirting?

“Neither are you” it hurt me more than expected

Billy over here asking the real questions

OMFG THEY FUCKING KISSED WE WON BABY YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(how could you look so fucking cunty while dying

She was crying!!!!?

How beautiful death motherfucker

NOT THE FUCKING BROCH MAN

The references of the coven me lleva la chingada

The trans lives matter poster is cute

FOR FUCKS SAKE BILLY ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!???

Well that was a fucking roller-coaster

Still the gayest shit I have seen in this series

THERE IS ANOTHER EPISODE

[velvetporcelain]

hi.

I’ve missed you SO much. i have been thinking of you all day. how I can’t wait to type my thoughts into you— and you sit and take it without breaking eye contact and that gets my train of thought whistling.

westerns have been playing as background simulation in my head today. little pieces of gun smoke, little pieces of Yull - (my cowboy lover)— lots of pieces of rawhide. no denying me my Clint Eastwood 🙂‍↕️✨—-

—- baby you wouldn’t believe it— I felt so stunning today. this morning I was fighting myself— I wanted to go back to sleep- like my energy was on autopilot and but I was present and in my body so i felt that tug. I said NO bitch- we want all the fucking dads at the pool to hide their boners this summer— GO TO THE FUCKING GYM.

— well lookie here— a gym full of —-? Of-_. Yep MEN. fuck my favorite— I’m about to fucking be the adrenaline in their work out. I am about to give these morherfuckers a god damn workout. Hahahaha. I couldn’t look— but I could because not one of them were looking directly at me— they were using their keen peripheral vision. all these wolves and this little lamb. i didn’t do anything sexual whatsoever. I didn’t give a fuck- I just wanted to get the fuck out——- end session— unaware man follows me out of the gym— to my fucking car—- he stood there acting like a little boy with heart eyes— his train of thought made no sense— it was awkward as fuck. 🙂‍↕️

my free spirited glowing, neglected ass just absorbed it because I believe everyone deserves love— remember feminine rage is for lovers—-

I went home and fucked myself in the shower so good— I thought of at an Italian restaurant- like mob style with a very high red pleather backing. and k brought my pocket pussy— with remote control——- but you don’t know — until I handed you the remote and whispered in you ear— bet you can make me cum before he takes our drink order ——- fuck it was so good and suddenly — again— I’m high on fucking life and my existence— and I feel like the most beautiful cunt.

I wore the most beautiful floral top— it was cropped with an olive green skirt that was perfectly bonded to my luxurious curves. —— ahhh I got just what I wanted today— just enough souls of men— you know the broken eldest daughter with daddy issues type bitch. I fed my inner beast today, she rewards me with blood filled cheeks. —- anyways still want to fuck the crossing guard— it will never happen but I like to use that sexual energy selfishly for my fantasies— I decided that I am going to introduce myself the next opportunity—

i had to fuck him today— i mean had to? I didn’t enjoy it and i laid there feeling like a kings sex slave — he needed to cum — use me — whatever— then i just carry on with my life so he will leave me the fuck alone. — i wish i felt those eyes from him— i can never feel him— our energy is not connected— and i have spent years— deeply- severely- utterly— devastated about this— i told him “let’s fuck in the name of Satan” simply because this was a “fuck” not my definition of “sex” — so sin it is catholic boy.

—— i am in my hands now. i am in the hands of the creator. i am in the hands of the devil. i am in the hands of the divine. i am in the hands of existence and i am dancing.

no hate today. just cunty little comebacks and alpha energy. —- I have to remember this — I have to remember how this feels— empowering- healthy— I mean I don’t know— i am just letting things happen— no disappointment that way— plus that is when i am most creative. —-

— ahh okay— my bed calls me— i can hear it— i need sleep— i need a good deep fuck— i need to fall asleep naked— i need to be fucking admired.

— I’m sad no one has ever experienced what dreams i could bring them because i am one loyal kitty— if you admire me i give back tenfold— if you fuck me i give back tenfold— if you love me— i will make an alter in my heart— it’s not the fucking hard for one who can handle it.

—-like knights in shining fucking armor—— but your favorite part about me is that I don’t want to be saved.

-x

[frostyreturns]

Frosty Ruins The Yearling

This is a movie where there isn't much to say because it's such a simple movie. However I like the simple charm of it, anything like this in the settler/pioneer time period is going to be interesting at least a little. On the other hand I'm not as much a fan of the setting as I am for some other similar stories. The marshy swampland homestead doesn't speak to me the same way as a little house on the prairie or a winter cabin in the woods.

That being said when a story is simple and wholesome it can also be boring at times. However there is one rather exciting but pretty brutal part. There is a scene where a pack of dogs fight off a bear…and there were no camera tricks, no special effects…they just literally filmed dogs fighting a bear. At first I thought maybe the animals were trained really well and none of them were actually trying to hurt each other…then I watched the bear practically suplex one of the dogs and I realized…no this is just from an era where you could just make animals fight and hurt each other on camera for the sake of the movie. Now I'm no PETAfag, I'll gladly kill and eat a bear but I don't see any sense in being needlessly cruel to animals and abusing them for entertainment in a film doesn't qualify as a legitimate reason to harm an animal. Especially when it's called the Yearling and centers around a boy taking care of an animal. So that didn't sit right with me but not in a way where it would ruin the whole movie.

I also think the anachronistic acting is kind of funny because you have an actor who is clearly not a southener saying words like Tabacci with clear dignified enunciation, and not even really attempting to speak like someone who actually had that accent..but he says the words like as though he did have the accent. It's ridiculous but again it can be looked past because most of the acting from this era was pretty bad by todays standard.

I also kind of hate the music, all these old movies from this era had that same super high pitched ambient wailing/singing where you can't hear a word of it. Part of the reason is the tinny sound quality being awful but even if it was perfect with modern audio I can't see enjoying it.

One of the problems I had plotwise is their explanation for why the mom is so cunty, I didn't buy at all. "I lost a child so I'm mean to the one I have now"…what kind of sense does that make. The man buys her a gift and she yells at him for being stupid for wasting money. Like I get the point is that it's a hard life and even minor luxuries we would view as neccessities were rare and ill advised given how close to the edge they lived…however you can make that point graciously. You can insist something is too much and that you don't need expensive gifts…and also accept them graciously instead of yelling till everyone clears the room and only admitting to yourself you appreciated it in private.

Also spoiler alert if you plan to see this now ancient movie and haven't yet. I also don't get the ending, making the kid kill his pet himself, him running away almost getting himself killed. I really didn't understand any of the characters in this, maybe it's that the characters are supposed to be that way, maybe it's that it's a story from another time and place, but I just thought all the main characters behaved kind of ridiculously. And I didn't like the message of the movie either and the obvious comparisons between the deer growing and the boy growing up. The whole message is life sucks and now you know how badly its gonna fuck you. On the one hand part of the reason it sucks is because you forced the boy to kill his own pet for no reason and then let him nearly die in the woods, that's not a life thing that's a you fucked up thing. There could have been a message about how life is difficult and part of growing up is realizing that without presenting such a bleak and tragic view of the world.

In the end I don't think this movie was for me, because by the end I was wondering why they hadn't already eaten the fucking deer, personally I think they tolerated it nearly ruining them for way too long. Just don't make the boy do it himself. Kill it take it to your neighbours and trade the meat with them so you don't kill the animal for nothing and so the boy doesn't have to eat his own pet. Trade the venison for some pork. There were so many common sense ways this could have worked out better that to blame it on life in general, even considering that theirs was a harder life...doesn't make sense.

Overall wasn't terrible C-

[uroborosymphony]

A night of Celebration. Quinn's goal was clear from the start : for it to be even bigger than the coronation of the King of the United Kingdom himself. The club is booked and private entirely until dawn and of course, decorated in the Black Dang colors : red, black, and gold. The lights, the music, the fever were intoxicating through the night, in an atmosphere of luxury, opulence and euphoria. Taiyang's birthday. Her King's special day. A time more private was on the list as well, one she decided to keep for later, just the two of them. But Quinn, despite wanting him all for herself knew his special day was an important one to celebrate with the gang, their found family. The members loved and cared for their leader, it was important for them to be here, to honor him, to thank him. Along with the members of Black Fang, friends along with allies from the underground scenes were here as well ; all united, in their fanciest, most expensive Armanis, suits and gowns, finest brands of jewerly on their wrists and necks, and in their hands : stacks on stacks on stracks, down tables for bets and business fun. This world that was reeking of crime and glamourous, of mobsters and schemes and traffics yet wrapped in a crazy festive and celebrating spirit : their world. The main booth was right in the middle of the club under the lights, cushions made of black leathers around the main table where a gigantic cake is being brought, to which everyone is already agitating and gathering around for. And here they were, Taiyang, sitting down the main couch with Quinn, as usual on his lap, her body glued to his the way they always aere - as usual, private conversations in the ear with his arm is wrapped around her waist, mixed with drinking along with the seconds in Black Fang who are sitting with them ; while the rest of the gang and guests gravite around. When the cake is finally put down, it's time for Quinn to stand up. Before doing so she places a kiss on Taiyang's temple, escaping from his grip and finally ready for her speech. Finding herself in the center of attentions, the queen raises her glass to make everyone focus, she does not have to speak nor raise voice as they all keep quiet and listen. Quinn is in her usual apparel, a Prada red dress and her black hair cascading down her shoulders ; Vivienne Westwood around her neck, jewelry gifted by him for Valentine's day.

            for @velvetineblue

"Well, Well, Well," She starts as the music is also turned down to minimum. "I feel like we haven't been reunited like that since we got arrested after the Shinhan heist, God." Quinn announces, which makes the assemblee laugh out loud - she is refering to of course another successful operation of theirs, meanwhile the authorities knew they did it, it was impossible for them to arrest the Gang : they all got freed in less than a few days but Oh, it was fun. "We are gathered here today, Black Fang and friends, criminials and associates, to celebrate the birth of our beloved Leader." She then says, loud, to which everyone around cheers, makes noise and whistles for before calming down again. During the agitation, Quinn's eyes remain on Taiyang, and her smile, so wide. It is rare to witness a Quinn in such a state of happiness and euphoria - she of course is carrying herself as usual : almighty and cunty, but clearly enjoying herself, relaxed, excited to celebrate his birthday, far from the Quinn who is usually Oh so serious and bossing everyone around. Organizing this night for him took her weeks and weeks, to make sure all their olds friends could attend, some even flying on purpose from Taiwan and NYC for him. There is an outrageous mountain of presents too, on a table a little meters furthur, luxury gifts for the King that were occupying all the space, all over the top. "Isn't it funny? Last year I remember celebrating his birthday and it was just the two of us. In that little restaurant we love to go to." Quinn then keeps going, her voice light as she starts pacing around, in order to now look at everyone, share her speech to everyone. "Yeah.. twelve months ago, we were still discussing weither or not to take the lead of the gang. We were nobodies, you know, just two rascals wanting to risk it all by following his legacy, wanting to change the scene, wanting to change this World. And we are doing it, people. Together, we are fucking doing it. Twelve months later, the gang has prospered and is now one of the most respected, most talked about, most uncatchable and most FEARED name on the scene!" Quinn keeps on saying, almost shouting the last words that makes the club go crazy another time, banging down the ground and cheering. Once they are calm again, her steps, in her high black heels bring her back to her initial spot, her eyes going back no Taiyang, watching him. "And it's all thanks to him. Taiyang changed Black Fang. With his passion, with his understanding, with his diligence, he made us a family. He has changed me, into a better version of myself. He has changed as well, into a man I hope he is proud of, the way I've always been proud of him. The Love of my life, right here. " Of course to this line, spoken on a more emotional tone, many many awwwws escape from the crowd which makes Quinn laughs softly, almost gigglish out of sudden timidness, perhaps showing a side of her she never shows to them all. "Alright. Alright. Shut up." She adds on a sharp tone, yet impossible for her to hold her smile, causing them all to laugh in a gentle way. "It's just the beginning you all know that. What's waiting for us tomorrow is bigger than what we have today. Let's thank our leader for that, our Taiyang. Well actually- Mine, I will slice any of you open if you ever call him Yours let's be clear, I'm just being polite here." Another rounds of laughters come along with her lines as they know the Queen is teasing, messing with them. "Especially you Yoona, yeah you think I don't see you over there? Just stop looking at him like that I got a knife of my garter." Quinn then adds on a snap, glaring at the said Yoona who is known to have her eyes lingering on him all the fucking time - which makes the crown let some saucy " wooooos " out, obviously taking Quinn's side on this one, nobody wanted to be in Yoona's stop right now, the poor girl looking down.

"Happy Birthday to you Taiyang." Quinn then says, ending her little speech by raising her speech as she is mirrored by everyone around, raising their drinks as well.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOSS!"

They all shout as they clap, cheer and stand up, loud - the club on fire as they all chant for him. Quinn hurries back to Taiyang in little steps in her heels, not sitting down but right in front of him, placing her hands down his thighs as she leans down to give him a kiss. A passionate and wild birthday kiss, the type that ends up making her catch his jawline for grip with one hand, and pull him into the kiss deeper, her grin enable to be tamed down against his lips, to which the others keep on cheering for. "Happy Birthday my Everything." Quinn whispers agains his lips, her smile impossible to contain. "Mm I wanted to jump out of that cake for you to devour me but I figured that should come for the After party." She speaks on her usual seductive tone, her fingers catching his collar to pull on it, her eyes filled with mischief, always linked with his as her nose is pressed against his. "How about you get the knife out of my garter and slice the cake? I can take care of Yoona another day. I want to share a slice with you."

[artcalledtattoo]

There’s a place for any man! Better lighting striking deep Than balls deep I can’t feel my penis It needs provided range During pushing and gliding Just balls deep Provides No known feelings This will be short You think woman wants it all sucked down No she needs glides and pounds The latter for only clitoris The sinking deep Dumb mind scapes DD Some men go down by tongue Swirl swatch from corner of thee eye Thank you for never pissing But excited Anyways You a bitch dog too Liking to be with more before Aye man Lick suck there I pleasant my women Or not 1 for 21 Jewels are so much prettier But (child) for a world in a better Survival may be two stones in mouth If resorted You are drinking to yourself Sea sit still Ps most likely just deterioration At least you are dry Rain and some killer Tornadoes All here Pointing to from my mud centered At my local due NE I could be a spy! I post the seem simple’s Warrior for Earth Patriot to my Country I’ve watched Movies A Female hostage Gives a place for any man Including but don’t leave out 1 for twenty one Man on fire, is a sissy movie Countries can’t do better! Dickeye and cunty Cities & Counties Come again But don’t be pretty that’s haphazard of the go maze in human development We all still stuck with gender Overall human obsolete Can’t abort a new So easy as today Unwanted There’s a place for any man kind Pay taxes We saved you from Mother Well not Teresa, rump t So oiled out of life styles Don’t wear yellow & black You are known know bee! Erupt

[anniebass]

spoilers for Challengers!

Okay @frecklegalaxies I've seen it last night and it was very fun. Guadagnino is truly one of the few interesting movie directors of today, he always always makes really innovative choices with camerawork, and above all he deeply understands that a good movie is a sum of all its parts, not just pretty pictures or pretty actors or vibes (looking at you Sam Levinson / Emerald Fennel).

I looooved the tennis/love analogies, I loved that the hotel room where they first make out had green carpet, I loved the tennis camerawork used during dialogue, nothing was accidental in that movie. I loved little callbacks that always gets me. The screenplay was good ! I liked the fucky timeline. Good job, potion seller. Also, the soundtrack was bomb but I wouldn't expect less from my boys.

As for the actors, my god Josh O'Connor was so physically sweatily villainously sexy in that role, never thought cold fish prince Chuck from the Crown could ever be sexy but here we are. But that's Guadagnino's forte, exploring this incredibly human intersection between gross and erotic. He understands that sex is like... alluringly squelchy, he gets that it's fine and most people's lifelong goal is to pursue the squelch, while the other filmmakers try to stage it, prettify it, put on sexy music to mute the noises, sanitizing and pornifying it at the same time, in a deeply unsexy way. And best of all he filmed TENNIS that way. Tennis is sex in that movie. Very weird, very cool.

Plus, the scene where Tashi and Art argue and then make up on hotel bed before the match, with the soft spanish music in the bg, I think it was intentionally done in a classic well-lit scrubbed-down sex scene technique I bashed above, to show the love losing its flame. It's subtle, but I think the director made a conscious decision there. Same with when Simon and Tashi fuck, that boy's choir religious hymn was such a weirdo choice, but it made sense with this dialogue that preceded it:

will you love me unconditionally? - what am I, Jesus? - yeah

Zendaya is Jesus confirmed.

The entire trio was so cunty, Zendaya was subtly deranged in that role, and her movie husband was also good, in a flailing angry meowmeow cuckold way. But miss O'Connor SERVED (literally)

Anyway these are my quick thoughts written after seeing it last night and playing it in the background as I worked today.

This inspired me, same as the Holdovers inspired me. I think I should finally sit my ass down and write the original script I've been sitting on, this weird tense throuple story inspired by my real life relationships. I have a good friend who's a bigshot movie producer, she could hook me up, make something good. I think I could write something decent.

Sorry of this is not the vibe, but have you seen challengers? I feel like you’re the only person qualified to have good takes on it and I would love to hear them.

Also, if you would ever right a Tasha/Patrick/Art fic I would just…. Never stop reading it….

oh, havent seen it yet! I've been meaning to go see it, talked to friends about it, but I'm weird about going to the movies when the days are warm and long and I can finally hang out smoking ciggyrets and drinking overpriced perry at the little outdoor tables by my fav bars. Haven't seen a single movie this month, last one was kirsten stewart lesbian flick (very fun!)

but spotify already offered me the Challengers sountrack and it's dope (obviously)

[manicdragondreamgirl]

I haven’t had chemistry since like 2008, and I’m also an idiot who likes to make my friends upset, so I rated the periodic table in order to tilt my friends:

Hydrogen - this is like your childhood friend who has always been with you more or less and always will be down to get a drink and chill even tho you haven’t spoken in years. Solid bro imo 7.5/10

Helium - always down for a good time, even if probably created Alvin and the Chipmunks which in some places is considered a war crime. 4/10

Lithium - Gives me bitchy vibes and is flammable as fuck if I remember. Skinny bitch with an attitude 3/10

Beryllium - idk this sounds like a sailor moon villain lol for that it can have a 6/10

Boron - more like BORONG amirite ha ha wait no seriously I have no idea lol 5/10 clean neutral rating

Carbon - *screaming* 2/10 I will not be taking questions

Nitrogen - cool cool cool tight tight tight 9/10 Nitrogen just is the cool hot chick you wish you were

Oxygen - kid who takes up all the glory for the group project even tho you did all the work, 4/10 for natural charisma

Fluorine - lol what are you knockoff chlorine lmfao bitch 3/10 reminds me of the dentist

Neon - I can vibe with this boy for his contributions to signs which cause my eyes to scream 8/10 modernized Art Deco thanks you

Sodium - 10/10 this is me and I won’t be taking questions next element

Magnesium - magnesium is a close relative of magnificent and therefore I think the case is closed folks 9/10

Aluminum - 10/10 for providing a home to my Diet Coke addiction I’d be dead without you

Silicon - 6.9/10 :smirk:

Phosphorous - This has a very soundly name and it’s welcome to do that but idk, not a fan, seems like he’d be smelly, 2/10

Sulfur - 1/10 pretty sure that dog farts are purely comprised of this and as such if I was leaving negative ratings I would

Chlorine - 7.8/10 for being in pools so we could swim without brain eating amoeba in the south you a champ

Argon - he seems like a nerd jk this guy has a good color 9/10 for just being himself

Potassium - I hate bananas and this word gives me the physical sensation of biting into one but only by thinking of abstract letters and making them into something which we can nutrientise from bananas and to me that shit is bananas, b a n a n a s — 3/10 for making me sing hollaback girl thru adhd word association

Calcium - hm my brain went to mega milk so you get a 2/10 today bud I don’t make the rules

Scandium - pretty sure this is fake lol what’s next faxdium, e-Mailite and copinium? 5/10

Titanium - this song’s a banger and also is the only thing that lets me wear earrings 10/10

Vanadium - if your erection lasts for longer than like idk it’s supposed to then don’t take vanadium wait what do you mean it’s not an ED treatment 4/10

Chromium - decent bloke shame the browser eats all your memory 5/10

Manganese - if a weeb tries to tell me how to pronounce mayonnaise one more time... 1/10

Iron - excellent tool against the fey, in your blood, what a bro, 10/10 this bitch slaps

Cobalt - has a powerful energy; I respect him. 8/10

Nickel - if I had a nickel for every time someone made this joke lol 5/10 he’s doing his best

Copper - taste bad 3/10

Zinc - isn’t that the dude in the green tunic and white tights who saves premcess Lelda or something lol 7/10 those games are good

Gallium - seems like a prick 4/10

Germanium - sounds like a child pronouncing geraniums which are superior 3/10

Arsenic - bad vibes coach 1/10

Selenium - isn’t this just sailor moon lol 10/10 love this bitch

Bromine - farmine wherever you aremine - 9/10 I love a good bro

Krypton - he’s okay I guess 5/10

Rubidium - yet another Steven universe villain who will be redeemed I imagine 4/10 seems a bit dull

Strontium - I feel nothing when I see this lad’s name and that seems like a shame 1/10 I don’t like it

Yttrium - this is an atrium in Yharnam, or something 8/10 would love to sit in one and make contact with higher beings

Zirconium - oh wait THIS is the sailor moon villain from the dead moon circus! 9/10 I enjoyed that arc

Niobium - seems sassy, I like that in an element 7/10

Molybdenum - I hate this one, rancid. 1/10 for making me have flashbacks to difficult Ancient Greek vocabulary there is no fucking way that sound combination is anything but Beta and Delta borking and then Latin being like oh imma steal that

Technetium - 6/10 decent name but seems a bit forced

Ruthenium - 5/10 kindly old lady element I guess lol

Rhodium - 10/10 this ain’t my first rhodium babee this lad has good vibes what a name what a king

Palladium - 10/10 for making me think of paladins

Silver - 12/10 I’m breaking the rules for this silver is the best it is so cool and also it is the other best tool for dealing with supernatural creatures when iron has failed you highly suggest Even if I am extremely allergic to it going into my ears...wait hold on

Cadmium - 2/10 sounds like a total douche

Indium - 8/10, i just think it’s independent and neat

Tin - 10/10 good ear sounds when involving rain and roof shapes and automatically reminds me of Nora Jones’s come away with me album which is also 10/10

Antimony - 7/10 decent protagonist good name all around seems rad

Tellurium - tell ur mom what? That’s so early 2010s league of legends humor bro 2.5/10

Iodine - strikes fear in my soul from having it poured on my wounds but this is why I have more pain tolerance than god 5.3/10

Xenon - I think this is a declension of Xena warrior princess which is a win in my eyes, 8/10

Caesium - kind of has a cunty Latin name, 4.5/10

Barium - yeah boss, bury’im! 7.5/10 I love a good mobster gag

Lanthanum - A bit pretentious on the Tolkien spectrum sorry bud 3/10 sounds like you’d be the dickwad elf everyone hates

Cerium - 6.5/10 I like this one, gives me a clean vibe

Praseodymium - the fuck who sneezed all their alphabet soup onto the paperwork and called it an element Christ we can’t keep doing this 1.5/10

Neodymium - oh my god what did I just say 1/10

Promethium - thank Christ we’re back to greek 9/10 Prometheus was a Chad I could get behind

Samarium - 5/10 gives me boring wizard vibes

Europium - 4.5/10 don’t rename opium chrissake can’t take these nerds anywhere

Gadolinium - 5/10 it’s a starship knockoff but it’s trying to be bold with the G sound

Terbium - 2/10 I don’t vibe with this one

Dysprosium - sounds like an antidepressant that has a lot of shitty side effects 3/10

Holmium - sounds like someone anxious asking their beloved to hold them 8/10 I like hurt/comfort fics

Erbium - you can’t just describe something as herby you daft bastard 2/10

Thulium - sounds like a spell I like it 8.5/10

Ytterbium - macguffin in a shite sci-fi show that gets highly overrated because BBC produced it and superwholock stans emerge and go utterly feral 1/10

Lutetium - bards are an element I agree 10/10

Hafnium - sounds like a river (my dog) sound and has a cute vibe, I’d offer it head pats 7/10

Tantalum - noooo you can’t be sad yuor so sexe haha 6.9/10 tantalizing

Tungsten - 10/10 this is a lad with history

Rhenium - 5.5/10 it’s ok

Osmium - 4/10 I wasn’t a big wizard of oz fan

Iridium - 9/10 sounds like iridescent and that’s in my top 10 favorite words and concepts

Platinum - 10/10 best Pokémon game

Gold - 7.9/10 all that glitters and all but it’s still pretty on some people, silver is better tho

Mercury - yikes 8/10 so it doesn’t kill me

Thallium - sounds like the brother character in a ps4 exclusive western rpg that oddly falls under the radar in terms of reviews and gets shafted at awards for no reason 7/10 I’ll support you tho

Lead - 2/10 that’s gonna be a no from me dawg pretty sure I still have lead in my hands from stabbing myself with my mechanical pencils

Bismuth - 6/10 sounds good in mouth and reminds me of biscuits for some reason, I’ll take it

Polonium - to thine own self be true so stop trying to act like the arts don’t influence science jk pretty sure this is named for Poland but hey that’s where we get the Witcher so you get a pass 6/10

Astatine - 1/10 I don’t even know what you are

Radon - 7/10 this motherfucker knows his shit and how to party, rad is right

Francium - I bring you francium...and I bring you myrdurdium... 7/10 for a good vine

Radium - killed the video star probably 9/10 I can get behind her

Actinium - as opposed to passtinium I prefer actinium in the voice of writing 8/10

Thorium - overrated Norse god 5/10 because lightning is still cool

Protactinum - sounds like some pretentious condom brand 4/10 wouldn’t do it with a dude who bought these

Uranium - I always thought she was a hot sailor scout 10/10

Neptunium - same for her I knew they weren’t cousins you couldn’t lie to me 4kids 10/10

Plutonium - sounds like a macguffin unfortunately 5/10

Americium - I read this with a pivotal letter missing and nearly died, 7/10 for the laugh

Curium - 10/10 gives me Curie vibes and also reminds me of curiosity which reminds me of—[old yellered before the association could set in]

Berkelium - what I shout when I want Burke (fam dog) to slaughter innocents and raze territories 2/10 world was not meant to know his commands

Californium - 1/10 California is cool with geography but probs could stand to chill with the ego sorry to my friends in Cali

Einsteinium - 6/10 it’s alright but we’re really running out of ideas huh

Fermium - 3/10 this one is porny

Mendelevium - 1/10 my brain didn’t like parsing this and I stand by my earlier statement of running out of good names

Nobelium - 0/10 you didn’t name any noble gases this cowards this gas can’t be a noble oh wait it’s NOBEL I take it back 5/10 seems an alright chap

Lawrencium - fear the old blood my sorry dead hunter’s ass I’ll never get back my life from the hours I spent trying to beat this lava shitting bastard 2/10 for being a boss who eats Taco Bell specifically before being challenged to have fresh lava shit with which to punish you for having the audacity to exist in his space

Rutherfordium - my god what a snob 4.2/10 I respect him a little but only because he sounds like a right lad

Dubnium - DROP THE BASS 10/10

Seoborgium - not sure about this one but it can have a 7/10

Bohrium - as an American English speaker this sound combination makes my pathetic throat become a black hole as I try to properly create the sound of it 10/10 I love when my body becomes a massive void in the universe

Hassium - lazy 2/10

Elements 109-118 can go fuck themselves I hate them all, collective 6.66/10 for their general demonic vibe

[bae-roman]

why am i not surprised it was elisabethwise sending you anon hate lmao that girl has issues, dont waste a breath on her bb

Yeah, I know. The whole thing is just so funny bc she did this before. 

I’ve gotten like 6 diff messages about this situation so far (not including the one’s I’ve published) and honestly, 99% of the drama/issues I’ve had on here involve her in some way, shape or form. It was entertaining at first but I’m pretty sick of it now so under the cut is going to be all the “tea” bc tbh I’m over her shit and getting asked about it a billion times.

This all started when she sent me anon hate. When I confronted her about it she admitted it and then promptly blocked me. I kept getting asked about it so I posted the screenshots where she admitted to sending me hate. 

She then went on to say I was bullying her and all these other lies about me. 

I continued to get like a stupid amount of hate from her + maybe some others. 

She randomly unblocked me and went on this whole thing about how she was in a bad place and so sorry and wanted to be amicable, etc. She also denied sending me most of the hate but like the moment we got on good terms, I stopped getting hate so 🙃

Anyways, she apologized for everything and admitted she was wrong, etc. we were fine (not friends, but fine). 

THEN she randomly messages me accusing another blog (that I am very close with) of sending her hate based on literally nothing. Aka basically doing the same thing she did to me.

And it’s just like dude, you sit here and talk about how you want to be cool with everyone and don’t want drama but then you literally start shit from nothing. Like all she has to do is not accuse people of shit based on nothing, and message/confront them or like let it fucking go. Also, it was annoying that she was trying to pull me into/involve me in her drama. 

Finally, we get to today. 

IDEK what happened but apparently she had some issue with me using the term obese. I say it’s a medical condition, she thinks it’s a slur - whatever. I get an ask letting me know that she was the one sending me messages. I screen shotted it and sent it to her so she could have a chance to explain herself, which she did. I was like ok, everything’s fine. 

I log off to study, then come back to messages hat she’s once again talking shit on her blog about me and someone private messaged me pics of the stuff she was saying. Would’ve asked her about it but voila, I am blocked again lmao. Which is really weird and ironic bc she’s like down to talk to me about other people but like won’t just come to me when she has a problem with me 🙄

In conclusion, I’m so over the drama she has brought to my blog. I know I have this bitchy reputation on here, but I’m really just trying to run a thirst account for this hot Swedish bastard, ok. I’m the last one to start drama but I have no issue standing up for myself and confronting people when necessary. That being said, as long as you come at me in a not cunty way, we can be best buds ok? 

[lanasaved]

gibson 1959 | self

 “I think that’s everything, chicken. Yeah? You got everything, Caleb?”

Eyes dim on a patch of grey linoleum, it took a gentle tug of the larger hand Lana had clasped in hers for her brother to dawn back to reality.

“Hm? Oh... Yeah. Yeah, think so.”

Down by his side, a clear plastic rubbish bag dangled limp from a loose fist, contents occasionally rustling whenever he so much as cleared his throat.

“He does,” Lana interjected, face soaked in the kind of sunshine bright optimism you’d expect from a Labrador puppy anticipating its lunch bowl. “I checked and, like… folded everything, so. Yeah! We’re good. He’s good.”

She wouldn’t have been able to hide the pride in that statement if she’d been trying to, eyes skimming his features with her dimples so pronounced, you could have stashed an entire football trophy cabinet in them. 

“Yeah,” he repeated, gaze flitting over after a pregnant pause to find the nurse’s, regurgitating her polite smile in the seamless way he’d learned he had to. “I’m good.”

He’d been in the hospital for a grand total of two hundred and eighty four days, six hours and twelve minutes.

It seemed like years since she’d seen him outdoors, at all -- he’d been offered trips outside of the facility, if he wanted to, but he’d always declined under the grounds that he wasn’t ready yet. 

It was strange, unlocking their front door after an Uber ride home in which she blabbered endlessly and he merely nodded and listened, occasionally resisting a smile when she got her tongue tied and mispronounced something because she was too excited to talk any slower than supersonic.

She felt kind of like a child that had smuggled a candy bar off the corner shop counter, fingers continuously sifting the crinkles of wrapper inside her pocket just to check that she’d actually had the guts, that she hadn’t just dreamt it. 

“Welcome back to the lurv shack, bay-bee,” Lana enunciated with a lame kick of one leg in halfhearted cancan, forgetting to finish the routine and turning back, instead, to make sure he’d made it through the door okay.

After such an extended period of bed rest -- due to many contributing factors, he’d had to have restraints that sporadically forced him to be mattress bound for days and nights at a time -- his joints were somewhat stiff. He’d joked in monotone on the front steps that he was the Wizard of Oz’s Tin Man in dire need of oiling, and while Lana had returned his small smile, she’d also made sure to squeeze his hand as a wordless encouragement.

“Come on, Ol’ McCreaky.” Flashing him a grin, it was with a lone nod down the corridor that she started shrugging off one sleeve of her faux fur jacket, black and white star print slipping another three inches to reveal a narrow shoulder. Even then, schlepping down the hall with her hair in a barely combed tangle around her cheeks, she looked like a burlesque girl intent on providing a show, framed photos on the walls practically blushing over every glimpse of skin they managed to reflect back.

“I got those dinosaur shaped pancakes you say you hate. So juvenile, those pancakes!” she impersonated, laughter bubbling up from her throat like caramel brought to boil. Twisting around so she could face him as she walked backwards, she quickly reviewed the shuffle of his feet as she continued speaking, monitoring for any lulls in pace. “Honestly, you’re such a fake. I saw you gobble a pterodactyl off my plate, once, when you thought I was peeing. Jokes on you, hombre! She’s a urine scammer. I didn’t even have to go, I totally just spied on you from the banister.”

“That’s a lie.”

Grin only doubling, she started prancing from foot to foot like an evil little hobgoblin delighting in a wicked scheme, red cowboy boots echoing a wild patter around the walls. 

Lips tweaking in a lame attempt to match hers, he rolled his eyes as he continued to follow her towards the kitchen. “Alright, stop that.”

Regardless, she continued, drenched with so much giddy energy that she felt like a jack-in-the-box wound one time too many, rocking around its mechanism in a dangerous frenzy that threatened to break the spring.

“Fucking hell,” he exhaled, unable to help but let out a short laugh, for once. She wasn’t half ridiculous. “I hate this, Lana. That looks horrible.”

Finally ceasing, it was with a breathless swipe at her skirt to right the fluttering pleats that she spun back to yank at the next door handle, jacket still dangling off just one shoulder since she’d forgotten to finish removing it.

“That was my Niall Horan on bath salts impression, actually. If you knew your Irish jigs, that would’ve been obvious. Point deducted, yer wee cunty!”

She felt like she had a firefly jarred inside her chest for the entire duration of their back and forth banter, body of it bumping and glowing against the confines of her rib cage as she clattered into the kitchen.

In fact, she’d been so wrapped up in the fact that Caleb was finally home -- her Caleb, her entire world -- that she hadn’t even noticed the murmur of voices drifting in from the large conservatory, the room their parents reserved for dinner parties given the long table and the view overlooking the garden. 

It was only once she’d turned back from rustling within her shopping bag to produce a carton of eggs that she noticed how tense Caleb’s shoulders were, eyes stuck on something past the wall, staring further into the heart of the house -- if you could even call it that.

A heart implied life. Warmth. 

“They’re here.”

“Fucking hell, is that Caleb Jameson? Fuck me. Just take a look at him! There’s nothing of him!”

Screeching back from his chair to get to his feet once they’d entered the room, Jensen Peters lumbered sideways over the leg he’d somehow managed to position as an obstacle, clearly already drunk at a mere three in the afternoon.

Shirt unbuttoned to just above his belly button, chest hair rampant and just a lone middle finger flecked with black nail polish, he looked like a long lost rock oracle washed ashore on a desert island, eyes red rimmed from salt water and the terror of a stormy shipwreck.

He had a raven’s face, long and thin -- all beak and peck and black, somehow, despite his pale eyes and sandy hair to match.

Next to Caleb, Lana shrank like an under watered tulip, immediately fascinated by the panels of the hardwood.

“Hi. Teeth still unbrushed as ever, I see,” Caleb commented, eyes moving from the hand that Jensen extended to shake his to the face of his father. He made no effort to reach out and complete the greeting, ignoring him completely. “I’m home, Robert. Are you shitting yourself with excitement, yet? Or did you already wipe yourself down so you wouldn’t stink out the dinner table? Incontinence woes.”

Unimpressed, their father merely took a sip from his glass and exchanged an apologetic look with another member of company. 

Gnawing on her bottom lip, Lana held Caleb’s hand a fraction tighter as she shuffled slightly forwards to glance around the occupants of the table, shooting them all a brief smile. 

“Hi. Sorry, Caleb has a migraine. We were just, um... I mean, we’ll get out of your hair and stuff. Nice to see you all, though. Caleb? Should w--”

“Lana, Lana, Laaaaa-naaaa. Lana!” Enamel of his teeth blotted with plaque stains from chain smoking and gargling whiskey for breakfast in the place of Listerine, Jensen thrust his hands out in exclamation, acting as if he’d just been bestowed with a vision of Christ to inform him about his immaculate conception. “Look at you! A fuckin’... tiny thing. Could pick you up and put you in my pocket, couldn’t I?!”

Heart thumping inside her throat, she peeled back her lips to reveal her teeth, a take on a grin that looked more like an animal baring its fangs after it’d been backed against a wall.

 “C’mere,” he enthused, fingers waggling her in. “You gonna give me a fuckin’ hug, or what?”

“Um... Yeah, of course. Yeah, sorry,” she forced out after a stuttered delay, about to take a step forwards when Caleb yanked her back by the hand she’d forgotten she was still holding, startled yelp parting her lips.

“I don’t think she feels like it,” he interrupted, shoulders tense and eyes burning so intently into Jensen’s that it was as if he was willing them to sear black holes through the sockets. “Feel free to sit down and stop talking. Robert,” came as his chin flinched sideways, focus returning to their father as he sat wordlessly at the head of the table, observing the situation in the odd glance before he resumed his thumbing at his phone screen. “We’re gonna go. Just wanted to say hi.”

For as long as Lana could remember, Caleb had never referred to their father by name.

“Mhm?” He barely lifted his eyes from his phone.

Stomaching a scoff, Caleb shook his head and stared briefly at the floor by his shoes.

Lana could sense the frustration unfurling inside his stomach like a fighter’s fist, knuckles twitching every time Jensen dared to so much as look at her.

“Dad,” she started softly, gently letting go of Caleb’s hand so that she could take a step forwards and rest both on the back of a stately designed dining chair, easily priced within three figures to buy just one. “Caleb got discharged today, remember? I, um... I called you, about it. We spoke on the phone. Remember?”

Lie. She’d circled it thrice in red on the calendar, texted him seven times over the past month, and tried to ring eighteen only to be put through to voicemail. But it was better, this way, for Caleb to have a pitiful scrap of compassion for him to gnaw on to keep the starvation at bay, to think that their father had actually been invested at all in his recovery, enough to check in.

“Ah... Yeah,” came as he clicked his lock screen shut, lips a thin line that quivered into action like it took him a great exertion of effort to do so -- the smile he produced was condescendingly pitiful, easily the equivalent of a kindergarten doodle submitted to a university grade portfolio. “Yeah, of course.”

“Fuckin’ right! Yeah, yeah. Fresh out the loony bin, isn’t he? Fuck me,” Jensen got out with a snort, clapping a hand down onto Caleb’s shoulder after closing into his personal space once more. With it, he shook him gently, a carnival guest rapping at the bars of a tiger’s cage to incite a snarl. “Our own resident Girl, Interrupted. Forgot about the whole... slittarooski. Damn. Not quite got the tits for Jolie, though, do you? Then again,” he chided, voice lowering as he shot Caleb a wink, “neither do any of the Jameson’s.”

“That’s enough,” Robert nipped in the bud after his eyes drifted to observe the way Lana’s expression faltered, voice surprisingly apathetic given the derogatory observations of his own wife and daughter. Holding his hands up in mock surrender, Jensen backed up and took a seat at the table once more, immediately tracking a thumb down one of the strings of his 1959 Gibson. Attention back on Caleb, it was as if, to Robert, Jensen had never said anything at all. “That’s great. Well done.”

Dull twangs reverberating whenever Jensen’s rings clacked against the neck of his Gibson, Lana could physically feel Caleb’s rage stilling the air around them, almost suffocated by the dead silence that came with standing in the heart of a hurricane.

“Yeah, um... Anyway, yeah,” she attempted to brush it off, apples of her cheeks so flushed that they almost looked darker than the mahogany tabletop her father propped his elbows against. “It is great. He did really good. And he’s basically, um... You know. Like, all better, now, kind of. So... yeah. Won’t keep you, or anything. Just wanted to... let you know -- that he’s home, I mean.”

“Yeah, great.” He barely cared enough to keep his eyes away from the table. “Cool stuff. I’ll call Stella, in a bit.” Their mother. “She’ll be happy to know.”

“Yeah, ‘cause she’ll take the time out of sunning topless in Monaco to take that call,” Jensen joked with his back turned, shoulders quivering slightly with the effort it took to subdue a laugh. “Fucking drag.” Still dusting down his strings with a soft, mottled cloth, he craned his neck slightly in order to throw a distracted question back over his shoulder, eyes straining to remain on his handiwork all the while. “Say, Lana? About this, uh... facility. You happen to volunteer there, at all? Get about in a little pinstripe thing, give any sponge baths to the rest of the cabbages?”

“Um...” trailed off as her eyes flit to watch Caleb, three casual steps seeing him moving to reach Jensen’s side. “No,” she admitted, hands clasped together like she was front row in a local church choir, fingers clutching one another until they glowed red from the amount of pressure. “No, nothing like that. I don’t think they do, um... a pinstripe, like, thing on--... Caleb, what’re you doing?”

Blinking up at Caleb as Lana’s question prompted him to, Jensen furrowed his eyebrows.

Above him, Caleb loomed like a pillar about to topple down any second and crush someone.

Unblinking, he simply stared. 

“Yeah, Caleb,” he began, delightfully curious at the fact he’d managed to rile enough life out of him at all. On his face, a shit eating grin began to creep into view as he echoed her same sentiment. “What’re you doing?”

It was only when Caleb reached down and wrenched the guitar from his hands that he lost his smugness.

“Wait,” Jensen quickly objected, but Caleb was already gripping the neck in both fists and marching towards the conservatory door, unlocked and looking out over the rest of the garden. “I said fucking-- Rob, stop him. Rob, fucking stop him, that’s my Gibson. That’s my fucking Gibson!”

“Caleb,” Robert warned, chair legs scraping as he rose to his feet, finally paying attention. “That’s enough.”

Racing after him with hands outstretched, Lana almost managed to trip and fall three times in the length it took to reach the patio Caleb had just strode across, chill of the air outside enough to coax goosebumps from her forearms.

“Yeah? Is it your fucking Gibson, is it? It’s your fucking Gibson?” Caleb shouted back, military issue boots clunking hard against power washed stone. “Not the fucking Gibson.”

“Caleb--”

“--Anything but the fucking Gibson, am I right? The Gibson!”

Wrenching the vintage model up and above his head, it was with a sky splitting yell from Jensen that Caleb smashed it down as forcefully as he could against the ground, wood immediately erupting into a catastrophic splinter.

Within another deafening whack, a dial pinged off and landed in the pool.

“Fuck, there goes the fucking Gibson, Jensen!” came heaved breathlessly from a tired chest, arms trembling as he did it again and again, over and over, buttons and strings scattering. In front of Lana, Robert gripped hard at Jensen’s arm in order to keep him from racing forwards and killing him, too wary of the potential newspaper headlines should he have to ring an ambulance. “Whatever will you do without the fucking Gibson, Jensen? Form an actual personality? Brush your fucking teeth with all the extra free time, maybe? Did you a fucking favour, you ugly fucking cunt.”

Tossing the last of the mess into the pool, Caleb wrenched his eyes to review Lana’s wide pair that were merely blinking back at him, completely stunned. 

All her life, she’d never dared to stand up to any of them. 

She’d only ever managed to cower with her tail between her legs in the face of those men with their oily palms and dirty fingernails, a kicked puppy still intent on nuzzling at your ankles, afterwards, to try and earn its favour back.

As much as Caleb hated him personally, she knew this was for her.

Guilt welled up in her chest like a helium balloon.

“Jesus,” Robert whispered, disbelief reducing his face to a blank and gaping slate. Hand up to clasp his forehead, he dropped the one checking Jensen as another of his associates tread forwards to take over the responsibility. “You’re a fucking... disgrace.”

“Yeah?” came out ragged, eyes wilder than a caged fox as Caleb stared down his father in the face, ignoring the blathering expletives that Jensen was still barking in the background like an Alsatian that just heard the house alarm. “Take a look at who you fucking keep around you, Robert. You’re the disgrace.” Tossing the last bit of jagged wood he held clutched in a trembling fist, it landed gracelessly by their father’s feet. “You’re the fucking disgrace.”

Silence settled like a wet blanket to smother the stove fire, pieces of guitar still bobbing about the pool’s surface like the shrapnel pieces Caleb had to have plucked out of his right leg after his abrupt discharge from duty, nerves salvageable enough that he was only left with a slight limp.

The association had something dark fluttering across his face, although Lana had already hurried forwards to take his hand, again, a panicked glance tossed back between Caleb and their father to assess the potential damage.

“Get out,” Robert breathed after a significant delay, barely able to look either of them in the face as his voice was reduced to a mere whisper.

“Both of you, get out,” he repeated, eyes complete devoid of warmth as they flit between the both of them. “I mean it.”

“But dad, he didn’t me--”

Holding up a hand to cut Lana off, he used the same one to point at her, jaw completely tense.

“Lana, get him the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”

[star-mum]

I'm so fucking happy about this, you don't GET IT (thank you for the tag my love <33)

"Lila Stilinski" cute cute cute cute

"a bloody, messy affair that made him faint" Stiles, who very knowingly passes out at gory scenes INSISTS to be with you in the delivery room with you the whole time

"Stiles had lost your baby" KSKSKSKKS OKAY! NO PANICKING (is panicking) JUST CALL UNCLE SCOTT !! OR ISAAC !! SHIT EVEN UNCLE DEREK WOULD HELP RN !!!! (im sure uncle Isaac is the Best Bet cause he'd keep his fucking mouth shut) (scott can't lie for shit and Derek would use it as leverage, Im sure of it)

"big beautiful forehead" babies with BIG ASS OUTDOOR HEADS are everything to me <33 sorry for the poor soul who had to push that Absolute Unit out tho

"she had been 'signed out already" OKAY ! OKAY ! WHO ELSE WOULD BE ALLOWED TO PICK UP THE BABY ???? family ? maybe Sheriff Stilinski forgot to let his son know ?? Or maybe auntie Lydia wanted to have a little Girls Day and just didn't tell Stiles ???? LILA IS FINE OBVIOUSLY BUT WHO WOULD DO THIS TO STILES ???? SKKSKSSK

"What?" The Sheriff shrugged" an unbothered king ! sksksks he's like "... Stiles I pick Lila up every Thursday ???" "yeah ! and today is fri-

... oh"

"I got bored on my lunch break, and I wanted to see my baby, so what?" HE'D SOOOO BE THE "GRANDPARENT THAT SPOILS KID ROTTEN" LIKE NO RULES !!! WHAT LILA WANTS SHE GETS !! He already did the responsible grown up thing and look where that got him, this is his right

"he had done the same thing for Stiles when he first came home from the hospital" CAUSE THAT'S A FATHER !!! A DAD !!! CAPITAL EVERYTHING!!!!

"Besides, it's not kidnapping if I'm the Sheriff." KSLSLALLAKS CORRUPTION !!!!

"six months since baby Leon" Leon Lahey 🥺🥺🥺🥺

"tears still running down his chubby cheeks" reason 135 of why I shouldn't have kids: I COULD NOT JUST WATCH MY BABY CRY KNOWING THERES VERY LITTLE I COULD DO TO FIX THINGS !!!!!

OH MY GOD !!! WEREWOLF THINGY !!! ISAAC !!! DO THE THINGY !!! TAKE LEON'S PAIN AWAY !!!!

"alerting him to the presence of Boyd entering the apartment" I actually let out a little scream, BOOOOOYD !!!! I LOVE HIM !!! YESSS UNCLE BOYD !!! TO THE RESCUE !!!

"It's not like it's a hobby or something" KSLSLS he's so snarky

"where Isaac had convinced him to sit and read a book until Leon had settled to sleep" 🥺🥺🥺🥺 it does take a village (or a whole pack of dumbass wolves)

"Stop touching me." Derek said, muffled against Isaac's hand" hey can we turn Teen Wolf into a Baby Daddy like sitcom ???? there's still time !!!!

"with bright red hair" if her banshee dna is capable of IMPREGNATING her girlfriend !!! then the red head genes can be dominant, idc idc

"Luna Harmony Martin" I KNEW THE NAME WAS GONNA BE CUNTY!!!!! YEEEESSSS !!!!! also !! are all the names starting with an L for a specific reason or was this just a very cute coincidence 🥺 (my name starts with an L 🥺)

"no clowns" REAL !!! ALSO we don't need a sweaty middle aged man in pancake makeup for our daughters bday (think that's okay) (very respectfully to the clown business)

"picking out cute little dresses for the birthday girl to wear" she's such a Girl Mom, I love it here 💖💖💖💖

"and when it came to spoiling the baby, they were even worse" loooove rich grandparents

"And hello to you, Mama" im screaming, im crying and I'm throwing up PLEAAAAASSSEEEE I WANT HEEEEEERRRR !!!!

"Then she'll get one." REAL REAL REAL REAL

"she was the most important little girl in the world" and she is <33 not just to Lydia, she just is the most special little princess in the whole entire world

"Derek was annoyed - not with his son, with you" what the fuck did i do ?!?!?!!?!? besides YOU KNOW make YOUR son with my OWN BODY AND CARRY FOR 9 MONTHS !!!!!

"about how co-sleeping was 'dangerous'" SKSKSKKSKS he is the most DUMB LITTLE SAD PUPPY OF A DAD !!!! like the kind of parent that cries more than the kid when they get vaccinated, OOHH WHEN HE GOES TO PRESCHOOL DEREK WILL BE IN HELL !!!!!

"You had made Derek feel like some criminal" KSKSKS i love him so very much, he's so stupid and silly <33

"the incredibly small baby perched in the middle of his bare chest, so tiny against Derek's large, muscled frame" little Lex (to keep the L names tradition) could use a sibling 🥺

"in the haze of sleep, he could roll over and crush the baby" yeeeahh that's probably not good is it

"What - are you gonna take him from me?" IM NOT SENDING HIM TO MILITARY SCHOOL !!! WHAT A DRAMA QUEEENN

"Do you honestly think that I would hurt my son?" 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"been sleeping with only half your brain, like a shark" sharks do what now? is it so they keep swimming forward ??? even asleep ??? do they actually do that ????

"When you woke up the next morning, the crib was smashed to pieces" boy- that cOST US MONEY !!!!

OH MY GOD !!!! Reader getting Derek one of those kangaroo baby things !!! Alex is on it CONSTANTLY they're almost never apart (and it's so fucking cute)

would you be willing to do a follow up to the teen wolf pregnancy hcs? something with the characters interacting with their kid - can be as a baby or older - just them being parents and adjusting to being young parents.

i love your writing 💗💗💗

Fyi, I was not even planning on working on requests tonight, but this caught my attention so much and gave me such a good idea that I had to do it. I decided to do it with the same characters from the first part, but if you want to see this prompt with other characters, then I would do the 'how they react to finding out that you're pregnant' part first with different characters

My requests for Teen Wolf are OPEN, but please read my Rules before sending in a request.

Part One - How would they react to finding out that you're pregnant with their baby?

How would the pack act as parents?

Included: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, and Derek Hale.

Warnings: fem reader - uses she/her pronouns and has the ability to get pregnant (she is the one who gave birth to the baby, as in the previous part); Stiles's part is extremely self indulgent and something I have been thinking about since I wrote the last part so bear with me; mentions of breastfeeding, giving birth, teething, and other parenting/baby topics; the baby is a different age and has a different name in each section just for funsies; mention of Lydia and reader's baby having red hair - but I did this to drive home the baby's genetic relation to Lydia and I don't think it has to specify the reader's race (someone with darker skin can still have naturally red hair); Lydia calls the reader 'Mama'; mention of the reader being a werewolf in Derek's part because there is a weird continuity in these reactions (and I should write a full fic about Derek and this reader character cause I am slowly becoming addicted to their story, ngl); I believe that's finally it.

Stiles was panicking. He was officially the worst parent ever - everything his dad said was right. He wasn't ready for this, nobody should be a teen parent, he was a failure. God, his whole life was crumbling around him...

You were out of town because your sister was getting married. You had been incredibly hesitant to leave the baby - sweet, adorable, nine-month-old Lila Stilinski - but Stiles had insisted that you go on a weekend getaway to your sister's bachelorette party. You deserved it. You had spent nine whole months growing his baby and then you had given birth to her (a bloody, messy affair that made him faint - to nobody's surprise), and you had spent the last nine months nursing her and getting your degree from home after you had fought through your pregnancy taking double courses to graduate high school early. You were a gem, a beautiful, shining gem of a woman and a mother, and somehow - while you were off getting your much needed rest and having fun - Stiles had lost your baby.

His baby - his baby that he loved very, very much.

He had woken up that morning, late, having forgotten to set the alarm, and rushed around the apartment like a chicken with his head cut off rushing to get Lila ready for day care and himself ready for school, and he dropped her off as usual, with a smile and kiss on her big beautiful forehead. And when he went to pick her up that afternoon - she was gone. The day care worker couldn't give him any other news than the fact that she had been 'signed out already', and it left Stiles panicking, thinking about that cult that sacrifices babies every single day.

In his rush that morning, he had forgotten to charge his phone, so he couldn't get his dad on the line - and he was currently running at top, lung-crushing speed toward the police station, running past the deputy on duty at the front desk, who simply shrugged and buzzed him in when she saw his bright red face and his clear desperation.

"Dad, D-dad, you have to-!" He was going to ask his father to put out an amber alert, to call every single one of his deputies back to get them looking, but when his father turned around - that sweet girl with the bright purple bow in her hair was in his arms.

Then, Stiles shifted on a dime from panic to anger.

"Dad, what the hell?" He barked out, struggling to sound as pissed off as he was while still trying to catch his breath.

"What?" The Sheriff shrugged, kissing his granddaughter on the forehead before cooing brightly at her, smiling at her with all the brightness in the world, paying Stiles absolutely no mind.

"You took her out of day care without telling me first?" Stiles gaped, absolutely angered that his father had let him believe for even a moment that his girl was missing.

He knew it was a cruel irony - a blunt kind of karma. All the times he had come home late, all the nights he had snuck out believing that his dad was simply being too hard on him for giving him such an early curfew. Now, in a single crashing moment, he instantly understood why his father had worried so much - why he was so angry every single time Stiles was out of his sight, especially when there was danger around.

"Your phone was off." Noah shrugged, rocking Lila back and forth in his arms, giving her another kiss on the forehead as he began to hum the tune of a lullaby under his breath. "I got bored on my lunch break, and I wanted to see my baby, so what?"

It was the usual for him - any time he was within ten feet of her, she didn't have a moment in your arms or Stiles's. On the day she had been born, he had brought a giant gift basket to the hospital, grumbling under his breath about how he still thought it was 'irresponsible' of Stiles, but demanding to see 'his baby'.

He had burst into tears upon seeing Lila for the first time, and was deeply aggressive about who was allowed to visit and for how long. When she came home, he stood watch over her crib with his gun in hand for multiple days before he finally gave up and went to sleep (and according to you, he admitted quietly that he had done the same thing for Stiles when he first came home from the hospital).

"My phone died." Stiles stressed. "You could have left a note for me at the school or something. You gave me a freakin' heart attack."

"Be more responsible and charge it next time." The Sheriff grinned at him.

"Just - don't kidnap my daughter again!" Stiles snapped. "She is my daughter-" He argued, taking a possessive, protective stance.

"Yeah, well I made you, so I have certain rights when it comes to this little sweet girl." His father said, trailing off into a cooing baby voice as he began fawning over Lila once again. Stiles rolled his eyes. "Besides, ever since the three of you moved out, I hardly get to see my babygirl anymore."

Stiles felt a twinge of guilt at this, but wanted to argue. The three of you needed your own space, and you had moved into an apartment that was less than twenty minutes away from his father's house. He still saw Lila at least once every single day of the week, unless he was busy working.

"Dad-"

"Besides, it's not kidnapping if I'm the Sheriff."

"It is so kidnapping! It's kidnapping if I report you."

"Is it still considered an abortion if I terminate you now?" His father glared at him.

Stiles let out a huff.

Isaac was tired. He knew that being a parent was going to be tiring, but in the six months since baby Leon had been born, this was his first full night alone with his son. His son who was teething, crying incredibly loudly, and in pain because of his little teeth coming in. He wasn't nearly as upset about the fact that he hadn't slept as he was about the fact that his son was in pain and he could do little about it.

He had considered calling you a few times throughout the night when Leon was letting out particularly harrowing cries and Isaac was on the verge of tears himself (especially considering with his heightened werewolf senses, the pain of those cries seemed to pierce through him even more) - but he had agreed to take care of Leon by himself to get him out of the house that you and your mother shared because you had been studying for the SATs and you needed sleep the night before your big exam. So as much as it pained him, he endured alone and ended up crying with his son while he sucked on a frozen teething toy with tears still running down his chubby cheeks.

The sun had come up a while ago and Leon had just fallen asleep, his portable crib set up in the middle of the loft so that Isaac could watch over him - his hair messy and his eyes bloodshot red as he stood at the counter, chugging down a cup of black coffee, trying his hardest to stay away until after your exam was over so that you could take Leon and he could have a nap.

He was not at all pleased when the door creaked open, seeming like the loudest thing ever - alerting him to the presence of Boyd entering the apartment.

"Hey, man-" Boyd greeted him in a usual bright tone, and Isaac cut him off with an abrupt hush. He put a finger to his lips and then motioned to the crib, and Boyd peeked over, nodding once he saw the baby. "You're on Daddy duty again?"

"It's not like it's a hobby or something," Isaac told him tiredly in a hushed tone. "I am a father now." Even with the tense whispering and the tired droop of his shoulders, there was a certain sense of pride in the way he said this.

"Well you-"

Isaac shushed him again, as Boyd speaking in his usual tone was far too loud for Isaac's liking.

"You know, he's gonna have to get adjusted to noise sooner or later." Derek piped up from his place on the couch, where Isaac had convinced him to sit and read a book until Leon had settled to sleep.

"Shh!" Isaac tried to hush Derek into silence, but he glared at Isaac and kept talking at his usual volume.

"Babies born into pack families are brought up co-sleeping, so they sleep through the noise of a dozen family members-"

Isaac crossed the room and put a hand against Derek's mouth, forcing him quiet this time.

"I don't care." Isaac insisted. "Nobody is going to wake up my son now that he is asleep."

"Stop touching me." Derek said, muffled against Isaac's hand.

Isaac backed off, and before Derek could speak up again, Leon woke with a high pitched wail.

"You guys have fun with that." Boyd said, taking this as his queue to leave.

Lydia was overjoyed. Telling her parents about everything had been nothing short of a confusing nightmare, and after a lot of convincing from Melissa and Noah and a lot of questions without a lot of answers, they had both still been sceptical right up until you had given birth.

The moment they had laid eyes on a sweet newborn baby girl with bright red hair - they were convinced that against all odds, you and Lydia had made a baby together.

That was an entire year ago - and now, Lydia was having the utter pleasure of planning her beautiful Luna Harmony Martin's first birthday party. She was so perfectly in her element - picking out decorations, designing an utterly epic and fabulous birthday cake (including a separate, smaller smash cake that only her daughter would get to touch, because it was only the best for Luna), planning entertainment - a professional princess performer and some magicians (no clowns - Luna didn't need those kind of memories implanted in her psyche this early on), and the best part: picking out cute little dresses for the birthday girl to wear.

Much like her mother, she was a fashion icon, and she would likely need multiple outfit changes for her party - not just with the fact that she would get covered in cake or her own spit-up, but because a proper birthday girl should always be photographed in more than one ensemble.

You weren't surprised when Lydia came home with two large armfuls of shopping bags. You wanted to protest, to tell her that a one-year-old didn't need that many clothes that she wasn't even going to wear, but you knew that Lydia's parents weren't going to take away her credit card anytime soon (and when it came to spoiling the baby, they were even worse) and you also knew that this was one of her ways of showing your daughter love.

So when she came to sit on the cushy foam playmat with you and Luna, dropping the many shopping bags on the cough behind the two of you, you simply let it happen.

"Hello my sweet girl," Lydia said, greeting your daughter in a sweet voice as she kissed her chubby cheeks and pulled her into her lap. "And hello to you, Mama."

Mama. The nickname still made your stomach churn with heat - something that Lydia had gotten into calling you more lately after some rant about how Luna's 'speech centre' was 'rapidly developing' and she wanted to influence what the baby would call you.

You couldn't help but to grin as you kissed her too.

"I see you've been shopping." You said, motioning toward the bags.

"A bit." Lydia shrugged. "After I booked the carousel-"

"A carousel?" You questioned. "Lydia, she's a year old. She can't even ride carnival rides - she's not even going to remember any of this."

"It's for the photos. Obviously." Lydia sighed in return, rolling her eyes at you. "The theme of the party is Cotton Candy Princess, what kind of idiot would I be if I didn't include at least one classic carnival ride in my photos?"

"At this rate, she's gonna want a golden pony by the time she's five."

"Then she'll get one." Lydia cooed at Luna, kissing her cheeks again, smearing pink lipstick on her.

You couldn't help but to smile - you knew that this was Lydia's way of showing your daughter that to her, she was the most important little girl in the world.

Derek was annoyed - not with his son, with you.

Since the moment he had found out that you were pregnant, Derek loved his son more than anything in the world. He loved you just as much, he had right from the moment he had slashed Peter's throat and then turned you where you were dying, bleeding out, and used his newfound Alpha powers to turn you in order to save your life. Because that was the moment he knew he would risk anything and everything in order to keep you alive.

He loved you very much, but he was still annoyed with you.

You were determined not to let Derek sleep with his son - a tradition as old as pack life itself, now being marred by you shoving articles in Derek's face about how co-sleeping was 'dangerous' and how the baby should have his own crib. A baby of only three months old should not be damned to isolation. It made Derek's heart ache just thinking about it. He was used to the comfort of your body - he was used to the sync of your heartbeat, the sound of his voice and Derek's constantly nearby. He shouldn't be off in the corner by himself. You had made Derek feel like some criminal, sneaking out of bed at one in the morning to pluck his son out of that damned crib in order to spend some time with him.

And now, Alexander was sleeping peacefully on his bare chest, skin to skin as nature intended, feeling the peace of his father's heartbeat as Derek dozed into a gentle sleep himself on the sofa himself. He was - until he heard the distinct squeak of the bed springs on your side, a distinct huff from you as you got out of bed.

"Derek," You sighed when you saw what he had done, crossing your arms over your chest - it was an entirely appealing sight; the incredibly small baby perched in the middle of his bare chest, so tiny against Derek's large, muscled frame. But it did make you worry - Alexander wasn't secured in any way - he could fall, he could roll off. Even though Derek was an incredibly capable, loving parent, even in the haze of sleep, he could roll over and crush the baby.

It scared you.

"What - are you gonna take him from me?" He glared at you, deep betrayal in his voice. It was clear that the only thing keeping him from raising his voice further was the restraint not to yell so close to the baby's ear. "Do you honestly think that I would hurt my son?"

You held back tears, hating how much the insinuation clearly pained Derek.

"Never." You told him, your own tears choking your throat. "Derek, I know that you would never hurt him intentionally. But-"

"Exactly." He replied, cutting you off. "And there is nothing that will harm him. I am not going to let it happen."

You sighed, putting a hand to your forehead in frustration.

Derek shook his head, sitting up, putting a hand against Alexander's diapered bum to support him - able to hold nearly the entirety of his tiny body with one hand.

"Didn't you notice that all of those articles you read are written by humans?" He pointed out. "This is something that my family has done for generations. Our senses are honed for stuff like this. The moment that a baby is born, we sleep differently. Haven't you noticed?"

You had noticed - you felt like you had been sleeping with only half your brain, like a shark. You thought it was something your mother had warned you about, how you would never get a full night's rest again after having a baby. But it felt different. You did wake up rested, but you didn't dream anymore. You felt conscious nearly the entire time you were asleep - hyper aware of everything, your body responsive to every single coo, every little noise the baby made. You became hyper aware of the rhythm of his heartbeat while you slept, often using it as a white noise machine while you laid there.

"Yeah." You admitted - Derek gave you a subtle smug grin, and nodded.

"I'm not going to hurt him, not even by accident - because I can't." Derek told you firmly. "I will wake up the minute he cries, and I won't shift in my sleep. And this is healthy for us. Our heartbeats will sync up and this will help him sleep better. Please, just trust me on this."

Derek rarely pleaded with you about things, rather than outright telling you - so you knew that this mattered to him greatly.

"Yes. I trust you." You told him. "Come back to bed?" You posed. "All of us in the same bed."

He smiled, and leaned in to kiss you before he got up off the couch, bringing your son with him.

(When you woke up the next morning, the crib was smashed to pieces, and Derek - who was in the kitchen making breakfast with Alexander still pressed to one shoulder - claimed that he had no idea how it happened.)

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