#that's his sister & she raised him & is like one of his favorite people so it'll be like so emotional okay

[maraskywalkers]

I'm excited for Buck tell Maddie but if we get a tender scene of him telling Bobby I will actually cry all of the tears possible.

[prod-ddeonu]

POOL PARTY (l.hs)

MDNI! MDNI! MDNI!

PAIRING: brother's best friend! Heeseung x fem! reader

WC: ~7.3k (whoops my bad)

CW/TW: older brother's best friend, smut (MDNI, 18+) , 1% angst, family problems, fluff, degrading + praise (receiving), oral (both), fingering (receiving), protected (BE SAFE), choking (receiving), spit, hickeys, hee calls reader a slut/whore like twice, public sex/outdoor sex, drinking, assault (if you squint), jealous heeseung, he kind of has a corruption kink and size kink (?), inexperienced reader, lmk if I missed anything!

SUMMARY: Blaring music, colorful lights, free alcohol, horny girls, cool water: pool parties were Lee Heeseung's favorite type of party. When you heard that your older brother, Jake, was throwing one in your back yard for Heeseung's birthday, you took your chance to have Heeseung finally notice you. Luckily for you, Heeseung knew your plan; and two can play that game.

FEATURING: Taehyun of TXT, enha (minus Niki and jungwon)

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Much like every college student, Lee Heeseung loved three things: money, alcohol, and pool parties. You recalled this as Heeseung and your brother walked into the living room shouting about how “awesome” their party will be, raving about your parents finally deciding to go out for the weekend. Heeseung stopped in the doorway upon seeing your figure curled onto the couch, watching Twilight for the thousandth time. 

“Hey, birthday boy,” you teased, your eyes leaving the television in front of you. Jake locked eyes with you before rolling his own.

“No, you can't go,” Jake replied, annoyance coating his tone. “This party is for cool people only," he swiped at a loose strand of his blonde hair as it fell over his face.

You sighed, putting a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “Then why are you going?” You joked back. Heeseung laughed lightly at your response.

He walked to where he could see the screen before turning to Jake. “I don't see why she can't come, it'll be here and all the guys will be here to make sure she's safe,” Heeseung reasoned. His arms rested against the top of the couch, leaning forward as he came closer to you.

Your head turned to face your brother’s best friend, eyeing how his newly silver hair complimented his tan skin. He wore a silver chain over his shirt, the metal dangling dangerously close to you.

Jake groaned, rolling his eyes again. “That's the problem, dude! Tons of guys will be drinking and looking at my baby sister like a piece of meat!” He shouted. “It's best if she just goes to her friend's house and stays far away that night.”

Jake angrily tapped his phone, sending a text to his friends.

You scoffed. “‘Baby sister’? Jake, I'm almost twenty years old.”

He ran a hand through his hair, aggravation evident on his face. “Twenty, twelve, same shit. My answer is final, you are not going to our party.”

You shrugged in response. “And if I happen to want to go for a swim in my own pool with Sunoo, then what?”

“I’ll inflate the kiddy pool for you two.”

You fiddled with the tiny black box in your hands nervously as Sunoo, your best friend, examined its contents. “Y/N, I'm not sure this is a good idea,” he sighed, placing the object back in the box.

Your shoulders fell as you put the box next to you. Sunoo came to sit next to you, running his hand over your back soothingly. “Maybe if you would tell me why this damn thing was ‘so cool’ I'd reconsider my opinion,” the blonde gestured towards you.

You held the silver sun-shaped pendant in your palm. “It's embarrassing,” you mumbled. 

“Then why are you giving it to hot boy Heeseung?”

You slapped your palm on top of Sunoo’s mouth, glancing towards your door in a panic. “Don't say that shit so loud, Sunoo!” He raised his arms in surrender before you spoke again. “I just… It's something between me and him, and I'm sure he'll understand the meaning.”

“Ooh, did you two fuck on the beach or something?” Sunoo bounced up and down, hitting his knees excitedly. “Tell me EVERYTHING!”

You laughed lightly. “No, that's not it,” you traced the outline of the metal Sun. “It’s much more meaningful and realistic than that.”

When you were sixteen, your family took a trip to the beach. You had just begun to bloom into womanhood, according to your mother. Jake had decided to bring his friend from school, Heeseung. 

Heeseung was possibly the most popular senior at your high school, your brother a close second to him. You had sat at the bottom of the food chain your entire freshman and sophomore year, until you’d come to school after spring break with a completely new look.

It was the last night of your trip, and you'd decided to go out to the shore one more time before going home. You made your way out in your tank top and shorts, the sandals on your feet crunchy with sand.

The sea greeted you with its soft crashes, the salty, sticky breeze hitting you slowly. You closed your eyes and relished in the tranquility.

Quietly, sniffles began to enter your ears. Your head snapped in their direction, seeing your brother's best friend still shirtless and in his swim trunks that he'd worn all day. He sat with his knees curled into his chest, his brown hair blown askew from the wind.

You walked over to him quietly, sitting next to him with your legs out and arms behind you. “Wanna talk about it?” You asked gently, your eyes never leaving the shore. 

He shook his head as it sat against his knees with another sniffle. You brought your hand up to run through his hair, a common gesture you did. Stopping mid-air, you watched as his shoulders shook with the force of his breathing.

Heeseung’s body visibly relaxed at the feeling of your fingers gently carding through his hair. “Whatever it is, it'll be okay. I'm here for you, if you need someone to talk to,” you comforted him in a light voice.

He couldn't get himself to pick his head up, too afraid to have anyone see him so disheveled. “It's- It's-” he stammered, hiccuping between words. 

You shushed him, whispering that it was okay and that he didn't need to force himself. He lifted his head up, watching the way you stared towards the open ocean as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

He admired the way your hair fell over your shoulders, slightly wavy from the salt water. He watched a smile grace your cheeks, freckles and a slight tint from a sunburn being gently illuminated by the moonlight bouncing from the water. 

“It's my family,” he scratched out, his throat burning from his emotions. “They just, God, they're so shit. My parents fight all the fucking time, and then they expect me to clean up their messes when they throw shit and scare my little siblings. I come home half the time to one of my parents drunk as shit, high off their ass, or flipping their shit at one of the kids.”

He glanced at you, as if to ask if he could continue. You nodded slowly, your eyes giving him all of the reassurance he needed. “I don't want to go home,” he mumbled. “This week with your family has been the best week of my life. I'm not scared to walk out of my room or talk to you all, your family is so loving and easy to be with. I'm so thankful your family let me come and treated me like one of their own.”

Heeseung cracked out another choked sob. “I'm so tired of having to work my ass off to pay bills, and fix shit, and take care of my siblings in my parents’ place, and do good in school, and-”

Heeseung felt his body freeze at the feeling of your soft fingers wiping the tears from his cheeks. He leaned into your touch as you continued to hold his face, his eyes closing in comfort. “You don't have to keep this all to yourself, y'know,” you smiled down to him.

He lifted his eyes to yours, making your breath hitch. The delicate moonlight created a shadow over his face that only served to increase his attractiveness, despite his puffy eyes. His round, doe eyes had a white shine from the illuminated night above him, and you couldn't tell if the stars you were seeing lived in the sky or if they simply lived in his eyes.

“Heeseung,” you breathed out. “You'll always be part of our family.”

Heeseung wrapped his arms around your arms, his chin coming to sit on your shoulder. You let your hands hold his back soothingly, your palms running up and down as he breathed. He brought his face back, staring into your own eyes.

His breath reached your lips with each exhale. “Y/N, you're like a ray of sunshine, y'know?” He laughed, a perfect smile over his features.

“You sound cheesy,” you joked. “But if I can be a ray of sunshine for you when you need it, then I'll be your Sun.”

The two of you sat like that, the last words of your conversation hanging in the air. His face was so, so close to your own.

His eyes flicked down to your lips as he slowly leaned in. “Whenever I need it?” He asked, gauging your reaction.

“Anytime,” you breathed out, almost whispering.

His arms unraveled from your body, hands holding your chin and cheek softly. “What if I just want it?”

You closed the distance, pressing your lips against his, hoping to God that he'd reciprocate. His lips moved against your own slowly, never escalating the kiss beyond just that: a kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds, resting his forehead against your own. He laughed lightly, his shoulders bouncing with him. “Thank you, Y/N, for talking to me. I won't forget this.”

Sunoo sat with his jaw hung open as you finished recalling the story of your conversation with Heeseung. “So you two kissed?!” Sunoo all but yelled.

You jumped up and slammed your door shut, a threatening glare in your eyes. “Shut up!” You whisper-shouted. “The last thing I need is for Heeseung to hear you, or worse, Jake!”

Sunoo swooned in your bed overdramatically. “And you got him a sun pendant to remind him you're his Sunshine, oh my GOSH! So romantic!”

You put the box back onto your desk. “Not exactly,” you smiled. “Just… friendly.”

“Oh, shut up! You guys kissed all romantically, have you two been sneaking around?”

“Nothing ever happened after that, actually. We just went back to how it was before, with him being Jake's friend and me not being allowed to interact with Jake’s guy friends.”

Sunoo slammed his hands onto your mattress. “Okay, I see the problem. We have to kill Jake.”

Your eyes widened as Sunoo wordlessly slid his finger across his throat. His eyes were wide with exaggeration.

“Oh my God, Sunoo, no! We're not killing my brother!” You laughed, your large t-shirt falling over your gym shorts. 

Sunoo shrugged. “No fun,” he mumbled. He suddenly snapped his fingers as he got an idea, jumping off your bed and tearing through your closet. 

You ran over to him, catching clothes as he threw them behind himself. “Sunoo, what are you doing?!” You shouted, laughter tearing through your body.

He mumbled, “I know you've gotta be hiding your sexy clothes in here,” as he flipped your entire dresser drawer of swimwear upside down. He smiled devilishly, pulling out a white bikini. He held it over your body, his tongue poking from the side of his mouth as he squinted his eyes.

“Sunoo, what are you planning?”

“We're crashing that party, and you're crashing Heeseung,” he stated. He nodded once as he examined where the suit fell and exclaimed, “SEXALICIOUS!”

You giggled, the two of you falling into fashion show mode, trying on different clothes from your closet.

Heeseung stood outside your door, a blush on his cheeks. As he'd promised, he never forgot that night on the beach. In fact, he thought about it quite often. Hearing you laugh every time he came over, seeing you run around with Sunoo happily, the way you would innocently smile at him as if he wasn't thinking about how beautiful you were that night: it drove him crazy.

As time passed and you grew into the adult you are now, Heeseung began to think about how beautiful you would be in front of him, with his cock down your throat. He wanted to ruin the innocence behind your smile.

The day had finally come. It was Heeseung’s twenty-first birthday, the day that you and Sunoo had been planning for weeks. Your parents cooked a simple ramen for everyone, the cake being the main course. 

Of course, you'd helped decorate the cake. Your mother was only capable of making a sheet cake, so you helped her ice it with smiley faces everywhere and “HAPPY BIRTHDAY HEESEUNG” being drawn in the center. 

Heeseung watched as you placed the candles carefully, wanting all twenty-one to be even. He walked over to you as you placed the finishing candle, noticing you were alone.

Heeseung had been planning for this day. At least, he'd been planning since he overheard your plans. He was going to drive you to your absolute limit, and put your simple plan (which he knew would already be highly effective) to its fullest potential.

He smiled at the cake, glancing at you. “Thank you, Y/N. This looks delicious,” he commented. 

Your eyes shot around the room. “Watch out, Heeseung. Jake might froth at the mouth if he sees any of his friends talking to me tonight.”

“Well,” he swiped his finger into the icing, gathering a dollop of white on it, “we'll just have to be sneaky, then.” 

You turned to him, mouth open and ready to scold him for messing with the cake (and your head). He smirked, dragging his finger along his tongue slowly. You watched as the icing spread over it, his tongue flat against his finger. He quietly groaned at the flavor. “Fuck,” he practically moaned. 

“‘Fuck’?” You breathlessly whispered.

He looked at you, licking the rest off of his lips. “Tastes so good, Y/N,” he murmured with half-lidded eyes.

 Suddenly, his sweet eyes had opened back up as his smile reached his ears again. “Can't wait to eat it!” He cheerily harped before walking out of the room, leaving you in a state of confusion and with a puddle in your skirt.

“BITCH!” Sunoo shouted upon hearing of your interaction with Heeseung. He laughed loudly, his tropical shirt and black swim trunks complimenting the sunglasses he wore atop his head. “He is so flirting with you!”

You walked out of your closet, doing a dramatic twirl in your bikini. You had a pair of glasses on your head, matching Sunoo’s. He clapped and hooted while you did a few more moves, including the iconic Elle Woods “bend and snap”.

Sunoo scanned your figure, from your curled hair down to your painted toes. “Are you seriously wearing an anklet?” He asked as you stood.

You looked down at it. “Yeah, what's wrong with it? It matched the pendant I'm giving Heeseung, I thought it would be cute.”

“It is,” Sunoo nodded, “if you want to tell him you want it to dangle over his shoulder, that is.”

He looked up at you, expecting you to take it off. 

When you made no move to do so, his eyes widened as he began to shout. “Oh my God! You dirty whore, look at you growing up!”

He stood next to you, eyeing the both of you in your mirror before putting an arm over your shoulder. “We could pass as a cute couple, couldn't we?” He commented.

The two of you faked it for about two more seconds before bursting into laughter, Sunoo holding onto your shoulder to keep from falling.

As you heard the door to your house opening, followed by boisterous laughter and shouting, you knew that the party was starting. You and Sunoo walked down the stairs, your gift to Heeseung in your hands. 

Jake's friend, Sunghoon, whistled lowly as you walked into the room. “Damn, Jake, didn't know you had a girlfriend,” he commented.

Heeseung turned to you quickly, his eyes going wide and his cheeks turning red as he checked you out. If he had been trying to hide it, he did not do a good job of it. He shut his open mouth and blinked quickly before trying to get ahold of himself.

Jake looked at you in shock and disgust. “That's my sister, you douche!” Jake shouted. 

“Is she single?” Sunghoon asked flirtatiously.

Heeseung and Jake both shot a look at the boy. 

“Off limits.”

“Don't even try it.”

The two looked at each other after they spoke simultaneously, both shrugging and looking back at Sunghoon with glares.

You came up between Heeseung and Jake, eyeing Sunghoon up and down. “Actually, I am single,” you smiled. “I'll be at the party all night, if you wanted to hang,” you hoped your attempt at blatantly flirting would get to Heeseung.

From the way his jaw clenched, it did.

Your bubble was burst, however, by Jake’s hand on your wrist. “Oh, no. No, no, no. I told you, you are not invited,” Jake dragged you back to the stairs. “Whether you live here or not, you will stay in your room.”

You opened your mouth to protest, only for Heeseung to come up next to you and pluck the sunglasses off of your head. “Why do you have these anyways? You do realize it’s nighttime, right?” He asked, putting them in his own hair.

You rolled your eyes. “Can I at least give Heeseung his birthday gift?” 

Jake shook his head no as Heeseung nodded at you. He smiled tenderly, his hand settling on your shoulder. “I'll find you after the party's over so you can give it to me, yeah?”

You sighed, pretending to give in. “Alright, that works. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room all night. All alone! The one right by the-”

“Alright, horndog, I'll be sure to relay the message that your brother will beat the shit out of anyone who tries to go, don't worry,” Jake began to push you up the stairs.

As Jake and Heeseung greeted more people, you watched the red solo cups fill outside your window. “Sun,” you called out, “do you think girls are gonna hit on Heeseung?”

“I think girls are going to flash him, too,” Sunoo deadpanned. You frowned at him, your makeup not being able to hide your worry. “Girls are going to throw themselves at a hot guy like him, but that guy out there was one of many who will be begging for your attention tonight.”

He walked over to you, rubbing your arms. “You are hot shit tonight, babe. If you want Heeseung to notice you, you've gotta flaunt it.”

After the two of you snuck back into the party, it took about five minutes before a guy offered to show you how to use a keg. Once you'd gotten that information, you were unstoppable.

You had about four cups of beer before deciding to take a break, the buzz making you dizzy. You let your feet dangle into the water of the pool, watching the way the water rippled under your feet.

The slight waves in your pool from people swimming reminded you of that night on the beach so many years ago. There was no way Heeseung remembered, you thought. You were probably just a kid to him, or a little sister. 

You looked up and took in the scene of your backyard. You’d seen it from your window many nights, but you’d never been immersed into it. Girls ran around with pool floats in skimpy swimsuits, guys targeted one another with water guns, your pool was decorated with LED lights and stray solo cups, and your brother was easily the life of the party. 

Currently, your dad’s expensive speaker setup for the pool was blaring “Beauty and a Beat” by Justin Beiber. You watched as a beach ball was tossed around the party, beer splashing onto the ground and water dripping down bodies.

You felt a leg brush against your own as someone sat next to you. A shirtless man with big eyes and an impressive physique sat next to you, his hair dripping with water. “You ever been to one of Jake’s parties?” The man asked.

You shook your head, “I’ve only ever heard of them, this is my first party.” The man watched as you took another chug of your drink.

He let his hand touch against the flush on your cheeks, smiling at you. “I can tell, you look bored as fuck. My name’s Taehyun.”

“Hi, Taehyun. I’m Y/N,” you smiled, holding your hand out for him to shake.

He looked at you with a confused smile, shaking your hand slowly. He then intertwined your fingers, his pink hair dripping water into your hand. His muscles flexed as he helped you stand with him, his pretty hand coming to steady you. “Say, do you want something a little better than beer? It tastes like shit, a pretty girl like you needs quality drinks."

You glanced at your cup, eying the amount of beer you had left. You chugged the rest, nodding as you swallowed. “Yeah, what the hell? I'm always up for a challenge.”

He cocked a brow. “Oh? I like that,” he held your hands as he led you to the drink table. 

You handed him your cup as he poured a mixture of clear liquid, lime, and frozen pink lemonade into a cup. “Try this. It's good, and it's not enough to fuck you up off one cup,” he smiled. 

You pushed the drink down your throat, your eyes widening as you swallowed. “Holy shit, Taehyun. This tastes like a fucking slushy.”

“I know, it's awesome,” he praised himself.

As you laughed, you felt a pair of eyes glaring at you. You hoped it wasn't Jake as you sound around.

Heeseung sat behind you, a girl sitting sideways on his lap. You watched as she ran her hand up and down his chisled abs, his hands behind his head. She whispered into his ear, a smirk crossing his lips, but you knew she didn't have his undivided attention at the moment.

His eyes were burning into you, and if looks could kill, the entire neighborhood would have gone up in flames. With a clenched jaw and raised eyebrows, he glared at you as if to say don't even try it. He stared at you so intently that you felt almost ashamed for talking to Taehyun.

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of your trance. “Taehyun, do you want to try a sip?”

He looked you up and down. “I mean, sure,” he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close enough to have you pour the drink into his mouth yourself.

Your lips curved into a smile. “Flirting, huh?” You teased him.

He smiled back. “Is it working?”

You grabbed his chin, forcing his face closer to yours. “Only if you're looking to get laid tonight,” you said, sure that Heeseung was reading your lips.

You glanced at the boy, his jaw clenched again. He returned his focus to the girl on his lap, his hand gripping at her thigh. You watched as she turned to him, a gasp escaping her lips.

Taehyun smirked as he crashed his lips into yours, a much different kiss from the one you shared with Heeseung four years ago. His hand wove its way into your hair, his other hand holding your hip. He pushed your body against his, your back arching into him as you let out a moan.

He took the opportunity to insert his tongue into your mouth, clashing against your own. He sucked your tongue harshly, his lower hand gravitating towards your ass. You brushed your leg against Taehyun’s crotch, a low groan leaving his lips as he pulled away. “Maybe we should take this where we can't be seen by everyone, yeah?”

You nodded, Taehyun already starting to lead you to the side of your house. You watched as the two of you walked into the seclusion of the shadow cast by it, your heart racing.

Maybe, having seen Heeseung with the other girl and believing he doesn't want you the way you want him, you could move on.

Taehyun placed a hand on the wall of your house, your foreheads touching. “God, you're so hot,” he sighed, capturing your lips again. It was one filled with lust, with teeth clashing and lip biting.

You grabbed his hand and lifted it to your chest as he backed away and looked at you. “Are you sure?” He asked. “I don't want it to be the beer talking.”

You nodded, throwing your head back as he kneaded your boob over your swimsuit. He squeezed your mound in time with every jab of his tongue into your mouth, occasionally pinching your nipple through the material. You had all but cum from him just kissing and touching your chest when he was suddenly ripped away from you.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” Taehyun shouted, bracing himself as he hit the ground.

You watched as Heeseung didn't spare the man a glance, his attention entirely on you. His eyes raked over your figure mercilessly, making you feel small in your own yard. 

Taehyun looked between the two of you, confusion and anger evident on his face. “Tae, go back to the party. You don't want her,” Heeseung said in a low voice.

Taehyun scoffed. “And who are you to make decisions for her?” His arms came to cross in front of his chest.

“She's Jake’s little sister,” Heeseung turned his head to face the other. “He'll kill you.”

Taehyun cursed under his breath before running off, hoping your brother hadn't seen your show earlier. Your eyes followed him, wondering if he could’ve given you what you’d been hoping for.

You glared at Heeseung. “What the fuck is your problem, Hee? You can't just tell me what to do!” You pushed him back by his chest, your smaller hands barely moving him.

Heeseung’s eyes locked onto yours, his stare harder than anything you’d seen before. He stared at you like you were wrong for kissing Taehyun, wrong for kissing anyone else. His hair, which he used your sunglasses to push back after jumping into the pool, still dropped some water onto his neck and shoulders. You watched as a droplet fell down his collarbones, trailing down his chest and stomach, collecting in the waistband of his swim trunks.

You wanted to lick every bead of water off of his body.

His tongue peeked out of mouth to wet his lips, his teeth catching the bottom of the two as his eyes fell to where Taehyun had touched. 

His hands balled into fists as he fought his desires. He closed his eyes, groaning in anger. “Go to your room. Jake will never talk to either of us again if we do this.”

He turned to walk away, taking two steps before you spoke up. “Do fucking what, Hee? Instead of me falling for that fucking show you put on earlier with the cake, I decided to go and find someone who was actually into me. Nowhere does that involve you!”

Heeseung turned around. “You think I’m not into you? You don’t think I’ve been fighting myself to not kiss you all this time?” He raised his voice, the tension finally getting to him.

Suddenly, it was too hot outside. In the cool night air, your body temperatures began to rise to unseen numbers.

“I don’t know, Heeseung. You sure didn’t have to do much fighting if you’ve lasted four years.”

He slammed his hand against your head onto the wall, much harder than Taehyun had. Your faces were inches away from one another, you could smell the beer on his breath. “I see your pretty fucking lips in my dreams, Y/N. I’ve had to imagine your pretty little face and how it would look if you were choking on me for ages, and tonight, I have to watch you parade around with your ass out and your tits barely covered? Do you know how badly I wanted to rip these clothes off you when you walked down those stairs?”

You held your breath, his eyes glancing to your lips. “What makes you think I won't just walk away and go find someone else?” You asked. The two of you both knew you were bluffing, an empty threat that only served to make Heeseung angrier.

“If anyone’s fucking you tonight, it’s gonna be me.”

Heeseung looked into your eyes, how they were wide with anticipation for him. He looked down to your lips, admiring how they were already pouty and puffy for him, begging for him to kiss you right. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to your own. 

You threw your arms over his shoulders, his hand holding the back of your head as he pushed your mouths impossibly close. His other hand slid down the curve of your hips, holding onto your leg and pulling it up to wrap around his hips. You moaned as you felt his hard-on press into you, Heeseung taking the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. The two of you fought for dominance over the kiss, Heeseung winning and taking your lip between his teeth. He backed away, loving how you looked under him. “Go inside. I’ll excuse myself from the party and meet you in your room.”

You nodded, walking towards your front door to sneak back in. Heeseung jogged back around the house to find your brother. Jake was laughing with his friends, a girl sat on his leg as he played with her hair. “Yo, Heeseung!” He called out, obviously plastered. 

Heeseung walked to him, yawning. “Dude, I hate to say this, but I’m feeling super tired. Must’ve been all the swimming and all the beer, man.” Jake looked around the party, seeing how everyone else was still partying.

Jake put his cup onto the table behind him. “Do you want me to call off the party? It is your party, after all.”

Heeseung shook his head. “Nah, keep it going. I’m just gonna head inside and go to bed, but don’t stop the party. Keep it going as long as possible, actually.” Jake cocked a brow at him in confusion. “In my honor, y’know,” he added. Jake gave him a thumbs up, standing and shouting something incoherent, to which everyone else cheered.

Heeseung ran inside, practically flying up the stairs and to your room. He swung your door open, slamming it shut and smashing his lips onto your own again. He reached his hand behind your back to push the straps of your swimsuit off your shoulders, halting all movement when you pushed him off of you.

“Is something wrong?” He asked with worry.

You shook your head, grabbing the black box from your desk and handing it to him. “I wanted to give you this first. I think you’ll like it.”

He nodded, opening the box. “Is that for this?” He asked, holding his chain out. You nodded, helping him put the pendant on.

You sighed as you looked at it. “It’s supposed to be because-”

“Because I called you my ray of sunshine, I remember. I go to sleep thinking about that kiss,” he mumbled at the end.

 You pointed to your ankle. “I have the matching anklet. Figured it would look good over your shoulder.”

Heeseung looked up at you, the toothy grin on his lips contrasting the filthy words coming from them. “I know exactly what position I want you in first.”

He kissed you again, unclasping your top and pulling it off of you as he made his way down your jawline and neck. His fingertips fluttered down your arms gently, goosebumps appearing behind them. He bit along the bottom of your neck, leaving small bruises in his wake. You swallowed a moan, earning a harsh bite from him. “Let me hear your pretty voice, babe,” he whispered into your ear.

His hand slid to your boob, experimentally pinching your nipple with his thumb and index finger. You let out a quiet moan, melting into his touch.

He brought his other hand to your waist, his thumb rubbing circles onto the side of your stomach. He kissed his way down your chest, leaving hickeys all the way down to your free boob. You moaned as he licked your other nipple, the cold air hitting his saliva and making it perk. 

You let out a loud moan, hands flying to the top of his head as he sucked harshly and rolled your other nipple between his fingers. He pushed you against your bed, your legs falling over the side as your back lay on the edge. He continued to roll your nipple between his fingers as he kissed down the valley of your tits, down your stomach, and to the hem of your swimsuit bottoms. "Already so wet for me, why didn't you say you needed me, baby?" He smirked against your stomach, his fingers already curling underneath the material.

“You talked so much shit earlier, and now look at you. You can't even tell me how bad you want me to eat your fucking pussy,” he mused. “Tell me, am I the first?”

You felt his hot breath fan over your clothed core, your wetness showing through the white material. “Y- You’re the first,” you breathily said. Heeseung let out a low groan, a dark smile appearing.

He ripped the clothing down your legs, throwing them to the corner of your room. He looked down at your core, your lips glistening with your wetness. “Fuck, I’ve barely even touched you,” he let the sight and smell invade his senses. “So pretty, baby, so pretty for me. Almost like you were made to be my pretty whore.”

Your hole clenched around his words, the praise going straight to your stomach. He put his finger on your clit, rubbing slow circles over it before dragging it down to your hole and back up. He pulled his finger to his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. Sucking your juices into his mouth, he closed his eyes and moaned. “Taste so good, might have to just eat you out until you’re begging for my cock.”

“Hee, please,” you whined.

“Please what, babe?” He cooed, the tip of his finger pushing into where you needed him most. “You think Taehyun could’ve made you needy like this? Think he could’ve had you whining for him like this?”

“N- No, Hee, only you,” you moaned as he pushed his finger all the way in, curling it to make your back arch.

He laughed cruelly at how sensitive you were, fanning his breath over your heat. He wanted to watch the way you squirmed over a singular finger, wanted to see the way you saw stars from him doing so little to you. He wanted to stay strong, palming himself over his shorts to the sound of you.

You moaned loudly, your legs twitching. Heeseung growled, his resolve shattering into pieces as he dragged the tip of his tongue up from your hole to your clit slowly, eyes rolling back in his head at the taste.

"Fuck, Y/N, you taste so amazing. Could eat you all day."

He latched his lips onto your folds, licking and sucking your slick until his nose and chin were shiny with it. He pumped his finger fast, a relentless pace building up. You felt a knot in your stomach building, his lips coming to latch around your clit and suck. “‘m close,” you mumbled, your head thrown back. 

He sloppily licked over your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the euphoria he’d been building you up to. He added a second finger, stretching you out and pushing you over the edge. You saw white and your ears rang as he swallowed as much of your juices as he could, the rest coating his chin and nose still. Once he was sure you’d come down from your high, he brought his lips to your own and kissed you, forcing you to taste yourself. It wasn’t as sweet as he made it out to be, but if he enjoyed it, you guess. 

“So good for me, you’re so, so good for me baby. My pretty baby, already all fucked out for me,” he commented, holding your jerking hips down. “Get on your knees.”

You obeyed, sliding to the floor on your weak legs, your eyes staring into his. He pulled his shorts off of his body, his hard dick slapping his stomach, leaving a string of precum attaching his tip to his lower abdomen. He looked at you expectantly. “Can’t expect me to teach you everything, not when you were gonna give another guy the same like I haven’t been waiting.”

You wrapped your hand around his member, the tip continuing to leak into your hand. Heeseung wasn’t monstrously thick, but he was long. His girth was what you’d consider average, if not a little above, but his length was longer than you’d imagined he could be. You used your thumb to spread his precum down the underside of his cock, bringing your head to lick up the trail you created from base to tip. He threw his head back, a pretty moan slipping past his lips as you put your lips around the tip and sucked. 

The tension in his shoulders released, his jaw going slack as you tried to fit him inside your mouth. He found it so cute how you tried your best, but so sexy that your proportions were so much smaller, that he had to fit himself in you.

You used your hands to stroke where you couldn’t reach, your head not going very far beyond his head. He moaned loudly as you used your tongue against his slit, his hand collecting your hair into a ponytail.  He thrusted into your mouth, his dick going down your throat and making you gag. “Shit, baby, are you okay?” He asked quickly.

You nodded, pulling yourself off of him. “I’ve never done this before, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he stroked the side of your face. “That makes this more fun. I can help, if you want.”

“Please.”

His cock twitched in your hands as he looked down at you, your eyes teary and your chin dripping with slobber. You were fully naked on the floor in front of him, your hair messy and your chest marked. And you looked so beautiful for him.

He moaned at the begging tone of your voice, the hand in your hair holding your head in place as he thrusted forward. He was holding back from going fast, you could tell. You gripped his thighs, your nails digging into them as you moaned around his dick. He sucked in a breath, pulling out of your mouth. “Shit,” he hissed, “I almost came doing that.”

He pulled you up by your hair, the pain making you drip down the inside of your thighs. You moaned loudly as he jerked your head around, littering your chest with more hickeys. “Trying so hard to be gentle with you, I promise. You’re just so perfect, want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“Hee, be rough. Wanna feel you,” you moaned into his kiss. 

His eyes squeezed shut, a low groan emerging from the back of his throat. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He threw you onto your bed, climbing on between your legs and pinning your hands above your head with one hand. He kissed you roughly, his teeth grazing whatever skin they could.

His finger tapped the side of your lips. “Open,” he commanded. You opened your mouth, watching the glob of saliva fall from his lips. “Swallow.” You let the warm liquid travel down your throat as he said it. “Good girl,” he cooed in your ear sweetly, his stomach filling with warmth as he watched you. “Want everyone out there to hear how good you are for me. So bratty and talkative outside, and now you want my cock so bad you’ll do anything, isn’t that right?”

You nodded. “Want you s’ bad, Hee,” you whined as he rubbed his thumb against your clit. “Wanna feel you in me.”

You reached under your pillow, pulling a condom out and handing it to him. He ripped the package open with his teeth, sliding the rubber on easily. “Had it ready for me, you knew I’d be in you tonight, didn’t you? My pretty little slut,” he teased as he pressed the tip of his dick against your hole. 

He grabbed your legs, bringing them over his shoulders. True to your word, your anklet dangled next to his face as his matching necklace hung over your face. He pushed your legs closer to you, pressing you in on yourself as he slowly started to push in. “Stop teasing,” you stammered. “P- Push it in all the way.”

He threw his head forward, watching his cock disappear into you and bulge in your stomach. “S’ tight, s’ happy I got to fuck this pretty pussy. Can’t believe you almost let someone else see this when you know it’s all mine,” he spoke filthily over you.

He slowly began to thrust in and out, building up to a fast pace that had your bed creaking. His jaw hung open, shameless moans spilling from his mouth. His breath would catch in his throat, short gasps telling you he found this as pleasurable as you did. His hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing until you felt lightheaded. He brought you up by your neck to kiss you.

This kiss was much softer and slower than the others. He took his time savoring your lips and their pillowy feel, he committed the feeling of your tongue wrapping around his to memory. He let your head fall back down as he brought his head into your neck. You felt the familiar tightening in your stomach that you had before, his dick filling you up entirely. He moaned into your ear, words of praise falling from his delicate lips with each thrust. “‘S good, ‘s perfect, all mine,” he said. "Ngh, fuck, feels 's tight around me."

Your nails scratched down his back as he ruthlessly pounded into you, a loud moan escaping him as he felt the pain. You moaned his name louder the harder he pounded into you, only fueling his drive. He picked his head up, his eyes bearing into your own. “Tell me whose cock is making you feel this good, hm? Who’s making this tight little pussy cum so hard, hm? Is it anyone out there, or is it me?”

“You, ‘s all you, Heeseung. Don’t want anyone but you, Hee,” you moaned. You felt your orgasm coming quick the more he teased you. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

Heeseung sucked hard against your neck. “Fuckin’ love when you call me that,” he groaned in your ear. “You’re my baby, all mine, I’m all yours,” he cooed. “Only this pretty pussy makes me feel this good, nobody else.”

You pulled Heeseung back down to you, “Shut up and kiss me, ‘m so close.”

“Fuck, me too,” he said, molding his lips to your own. His mouth caught your whines and moans as you came undone onto him, your cum coating his abdomen and thighs. Your hole spasmed around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm, making him release into the condom.

He panted into your ear, his forehead against your own. The two of you sat in that position for a few minutes, catching your breaths and kissing one another. 

He slowly pulled out of you, tying the condom and tossing it into the trash can. He came back to lay on top of you, holding your waist as he did so. He pulled your blanket over you both, bringing you up to your pillows. “Jake’s gonna wonder where you are, Hee,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he laughed, his hand intertwining with your free one. “Just had sex with the girl I’ve been in love with for four years, he can suck it up.”

You looked down at him. “You’re in love with me?”

He looked back up at you and nodded. “You couldn’t tell?”

“Heeseung, I was going to give up on you after tonight if nothing happened.”

“I was supposed to move on from you too, but I realized I didn’t give a fuck about Jake’s overprotectiveness.”

You laughed. “I don’t think he’ll be too mad. He does trust you with his life, after all,” you smiled while rubbing your thumb over his hand. He brought his head to lay on the pillow next to you, bringing your body closer to his. “So, what does this mean for us?”

Heeseung ran his hand down your side soothingly. “Well, Sunshine, even though I did it insanely out of order,” he laughed, “I’d like to take you out on actual dates and get your parents’ approval and all. Y’know, court you and shit. Treat you like someone I want to spend my life with.”

You smiled. “I’d like that, Hee.”

The two of you fell asleep like that. Needless to say, Jake was not pleased when he went to look for Heeseung in the morning. Your parents immediately gave him the seal of approval to date you, but Jake took much longer to come around. It wasn’t until Heeseung told him he wouldn’t ask you to be his girlfriend until he got Jake’s approval that Jake realized how stupid his friend was.

“You mean to tell me, you’ve been in love with my little sister since that vacation, but you’re waiting on something as stupid as my approval to ask her out?” Jake had asked one morning while the three of you ate breakfast together.

Heeseung nodded, pouring another bowl of cereal for himself. “Yep, pretty much,” he smiled.

“Dude, it’s been, like, a fucking month!” Jake exclaimed. “Why would you do that?”

“He wanted to wait for his best friend to be happy for him and the little sister,” you grumbled, morning crankiness being your worst enemy. Jake looked between the both of you, his eyes wide.

Heeseung’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did, his spoon aimlessly stirring his meal. “I want my best friend to not hate me for life if I date his little sister,” Heeseung corrected you.

Jake slammed his fist onto the counter, making you both jump. “Dude, I might beat your ass. Really,” he glared at Heeseung. “I can get over you two dating, but I won’t be able to get over you hurting her.”

“I would never-”

“That includes being an idiot and making her wait,” Jake interrupted Heeseung. “Ask the girl out-”

“Hello, ‘girl’ is right here,” you waved.

Jake held a hand in front of your face. “Ask the girl out, and make her happy.”

Heeseung pushed Jake’s hand out of your face, leaning over the counter. “Hey, girl,” he smiled. Jake rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, leaving his cereal on the counter. Heeseung grabbed your hand with his. “How happy would it make you if I took you out tonight?”

“Well, in my mind we’ve been dating for four years, so I’d be pretty happy,” you smiled as you put a spoonful of cereal in your mouth. 

“Well, girl, I’m excited to celebrate our imaginary four year anniversary when you become my girlfriend tonight."

NOTES: ohhh my gosshhhh this took so long to write 😭 never really written this much before, I'm scared it's repetitive or boring. I just listened to Beauty and a Beat and my mind was like "omg heeseung at a pool party yass"

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated, and my asks/requests are always open!

[lightandfellowship]

Do you have any headcanons for Xehanort and Strelitzia? I enjoyed your comic about them.

Aw, thank you, glad you liked it. As for headcanons...let's see...

While I don't know exactly how Xehanort in Quadratum would work, I do think that, if it does happen, it'll have something to do with the "nature taboo" stuff from KH3 Re:Mind and Xehanort's "joke" in KHDR about wanting a 14th lifetime. I imagine the Xehanort in Quadratum is some sort of backup plan or maybe the Xehanort that was meant to continue on in the new world that Xehanort would create with Kingdom Hearts.

That being said, I think it would be fun/interesting if this Xehanort wasn't really a villain at all. Either has memory loss or is simply a Xehanort from post-KHDR but before the villain turn thanks to MoM. So he's just been living a relatively normal life in Quadratum and would be on the side of the good guys (Sora + Strel) this time.

But anyway. I think at first Xehanort and Strel would have no idea that they're connected to each other through a common "friend": Player. Like maybe initially they're drawn to each other subconsciously because they can recognize that they're connected somehow (though I don't think Xehanort would recognize her by appearance because afaik Player never saw Strel in KHUX), but their friendship definitely lasts for a good while before they realize that they've been talking to each other about the same person this entire time.

Like Strel will talk about this person she really liked and desperately wanted to meet who she never got the chance to really know, Xehanort will eventually open up about his mentor/guardian who raised him on Destiny Islands, and one day it just clicks for them that...wait...why does this person they're talking about sound so familiar....

At which point Strel is like "Oh my god. No way. You have to tell me more about them. What were their favorite foods? Hobbies? Tell me everything!" And it's through Xehanort that Strel finally gets to "know" Player better, because, well, Xehanort knew them for like 15 whole years or whatever. In fact they were the only person Xehanort ever knew for those years; it's possible that Xehanort knows Player better than anybody else in the world. (I can imagine Strel feeling a little bitter/jealous about this...)

As for their friendship outside of Player...if Eraqus isn't in Quadratum with Xehanort, I imagine Strel almost being like a replacement Eraqus, as horrible/mean as that sounds lol. Like not literally replacing him as Xehanort's friend, but much like Eraqus she's the sun to Xehanort's moon. The gold to Xehanort's silver. The white clothes to Xehanort's black clothes. She fills a similiar niche. Maybe Xehanort even thinks to himself that she reminds him of Eraqus...and maybe that makes their friendship a little bittersweet because now Xehanort misses Eraqus even more.

I imagine people like Sora being kinda confused at first by Xehanort and Strel's friendship. Strel can be sunny and sweet and a little bit of a scaredy cat, Xehanort can be a little gloomy and blunt and quite confident in himself (though they both have the "socially and/or emotionally reserved" thing going for them.) After a while though Sora realizes that Strel and Xehanort's friendship reminds him of his own friendship with Riku, and then it starts to make more sense to him. And in any case, if this means that Xehanort is making friends and not causing trouble, then Sora's fine with it.

Now, I wonder if a recompleted Lauriam looking for his sister would be okay with their friendship, though, given that Marluxia has worked with a Xehanort twice at this point and even tried to betray one of them once. Lauriam would realize that Xehanort is dangerous and can't be trusted and would probably try to screw things up for Strel and Xehanort despite their friendship actually being genuine with no ulterior motives (can't really blame Lauriam, though.) But maybe Strel would put her foot down and try to convince Lauriam that Xehanort is perfectly harmless.

Strel: And anyway, he's my friend—what, you don't want me to finally have friends?? Huh??

Lauriam: Ugh. Fine! But the second he does anything fishy I'm slicing his head off with my scythe.

Strel: Okay. <3

Xehanort: WHAT DO YOU MEAN "OKAY. <3"???

[astoldbychae]

OC Questions

Question generator here.

Mom's side

Loving (Georgia; Mom) // Guardian Angel (Elias; Older Brother) // Pain-In-The-Ass (Tremaine; Younger Brother)

Dad's Side

Reliable (Avery; Dad) // Generous (Celeste; Stepmom) // Trustworthy (Anthony; Younger Brother) // Overprotective (Bree; Younger Sister)

Not family by blood but blood couldn't make them any closer

Loyal (Dino)

Just fine! Lol. He sorta-kinda prefers them, mainly because of his line of work. He's no angel! So he knows exactly how karma works. He takes his precautions because He doesn't want anyone that he TRULY cares about to be caught up in his shit.

Yup! He was out here juggling several women while with Simone (She's a Stripper at Onyx DSV now but she used to help him move his drugs before he went to Prison)...She was out here hunchin on [Redacted] from Newcrest Thugs (His rival gang). Shit was/is MESSYYYYYY! He ended up messing with Simone's cousin just to get back at her (even though he was out here on bullshit during their relationship). 🙃

Left handed. I mean, he's decent with his other hand. Surprisingly, he's most comfortable driving with his Right hand. Everything else is done with his Left.

It's his favorite pastime, honestly. You know how some people feel naps cure everything *cough, cough...Melo...cough, cough*...Well, this one feels that sex cures everything. He needs it whether he's in a relationship or not. Especially since going so long without it while he was locked up. He has his select few partners that he can call when he needs to and He practices it safely, so I'll give him that!

Yes...a few...*covers face*. The first time was an act of self defense (well protecting his brother) and that one weighs on him, heavily. The others after that, he really isn't phased by. In his mind it's the whole "casualties of war" mindset. It's either them or him mindset, ya know? and...yes, he will 🙃... I mean, He does have the Public Enemy aspiration.

Absolutely! But he's very selective with who he puts his lips on. He's not out here just slobbing down any and everybody. He likes neck and mouth kisses (tongue kisses are reserved for his girl). Kissing him on his neck drives him crazy (and if you suck/nibble on that lil part where the neck slopes down to the shoulder...WATCH OUT! You've been warned!)

He's learned from some mistakes but unfortunately not all. He most definitely repeats them...Let him tell it bad habits are hard to break...or whatever 🙄

Yes, he knows his parents. He was raised by his dad and stepmom, so he has a pretty close relationship with his dad. He's gotten closer with his mom as he aged. Their relationship is a lot better than it used to be, both parties are committed to strengthening the bond.

Yes. He was shot twice (once as a teen and another time as a young adult). He wasn't stabbed necessarily but that's how he got the scar on his face, while in Prison (surprisingly for helping protect Dino in there on some gang shit).

He will definitely remove the problem or threat (without having to think twice about it. Hell, it'll be removed before you can even blink knowing his ass.)

Boxers or Naked. Preferably the latter, He hates feeling restricted...and likes the ease of access to slip into something wet and warm at a moments notice😏

Ooh, chile! He's a work in progress but he's gotten a bit better. He smokes (cigarettes, cigars, and weed) or drinks to calm his nerves/clear his mind but he's definitely easy to anger. How he reacts depends on what the situation is or WHO riled him up. If it's Marguerite, he's definitely going to smoke (or drink) and then "fuck his feelings away," her crazy/kinky ass loves when he's rough (she purposely pisses him off just so they can "make up") 😒 Now, If it's a more serious situation, he's most likely liable to remove the problem or threat...NO FURTHER COMMENT. 🤐

He primarily sleeps on his back but if he is in bed with his girl (or a lil boo thang) he will move to his side cause he likes to cuddle & feel something.

Winter. If he could hibernate, he would...but he'll take being inside, inside something wet & warm any day.

[dantelrusso]

CHARACTER INTRO:

NAME: Dante Luca Russo

AGE: 40

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male. | He/him.

SEXUALITY/STATUS: Heterosexual. | Still Married.

OCCUPATION: Chief of Surgery

BIRTHDAY: December 4th, 1983

HOMETOWN: Paterson, New Jesery

NEIGHBORHOOD: Carriage Falls

FACECLAIM: Justin Baldoni

PINTEREST | BIOGRAPHY

BACKGROUND:

TW: SUBSTANCE ABUSE, INFIDELITY, DEATH, OVERDOSE.

Born in New Jersey, and didn't have a great childhood. His father walked out on the family not too long after the birth of his sister, Valentina.

His mom blame the kids for the father's abandonment and would turn to drugs and partying, instead of taking care of her kids.

Dante would step up and become the caretaker of his little sister at a very young age.

His mother would OD one night, leaving Dante to find her. After that, Dante would take over guardianship of his younger sister. Giving up most of his life to raise her. But she was just as troubled.

She would fall into the wrong crowds and get hooked on drugs. When she got pregnant at 15, she promised to clean up her age. But around 7 months, she'd OD. Herself and unborn son wouldn't make it.

Dante out of his mind with grief would end up finding himself enlisting in the military at age 20.

This would give him some sense of purpose again. Eventually even learning medical stuff, and becoming a combat medic.

Met his wife at 23, married her at 24, and had their first daughter, Valentina Isobel at 25.

He'd send one more year in the military before deciding to stay in the states with his family.

During his time in the military, he was acing medical courses, then deciding to continue his education to become a doctor.

He'd gain his degrees, go through the motions, and by 37, he was head of the cardio department at Mercy General.

By 39, he'd find himself promoted to chief of surgery.

At 33, he had his second child, a son, named Giovanni Luca.

His marriage to Andrea, his wife, would hit a wall when she'd be caught cheating on him nearly 15 years into their marriage. Dante hasn't forgiven her for that, but they've still tried to work on things. It'll be 17 years married.

SOME HEADCANONS:

Still wears his dog tags, and has the dog tags of a fallen solider he was good friends with during his time in the military.

Named his daughter after his late sister, and they call her Val for sure.

Has a shelve of tattoos, along with scattered ones.

He keeps a picture of him and his sister when they were kids in his wallet, and has always made sure his kids know about her. He also has a picture of his sister pregnant and happy in there too.

A devoted father. Loves his children so much, and feel conflicted feelings towards his wife at the moment. He is hurt and going through the motions of the marriage right now.

Green is his favorite color.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

FRIENDS: He is super sociable, and a nice guy to be around

ENEMIES/I DON’T REALLY LIKE YOU: Not everyone likes everyone.

COWORKERS: Hospital staff, doctors, nurses, etc. Also anyone who might have served in the military with him.

PATIENTS: People he might have worked on, or helped get better.

COUPLE FRIENDS: Those who would be close to him and his wife for whatever reason.

KIDS RELATED CONNECTIONS: Anything from those who have kids that might be his kids friends, they're 8 and 15. Or doing some child related job that might have his kids seen by them. School, doctors, etc.

TRULY ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING, FOR REAL. I JUST WANNA LOVE ON Y’ALL AND BE LOVED. OK THANK YOU

[barclaysangel]

So, for my Camp Enlightenment Concept, I was thinking that some, if not all of the ghosts there are somewhat malicious and want to make the people staying there experience their worst fears.

Lexy's is never finding Caroline and being alone forever. Or even being rejected by the last family she has and forever being reminded of the horrible person she used to be.

Jake's...idk. I can't decide between Devon or Lexy dying or Chucky coming back. Possibly both. Like he would full-on experience their deaths and just 'wake up" from that nightmare with tears and hyperventilating.

But Devon's would be a little more complicated. He would start out with hearing someone call his name from somewhere, and for some reason, he'd be compelled to follow it, despite hearing his boyfriend and his best friend (more like sister) trying to get his attention and telling him to come back. And slowly the carpet floors of the White House fade into grass, and the wall paper and furniture and pictures form trees or wildlife and Devon's stepping into a summer camp.

It seemed mostly empty, and then he hears music coming from a large common area cabin, and that's where most of the kids are. Younger ones are watching, analyzing, paying attention and memorizing the routine, while the older ones are either doing yoga stretches and routines or even a ballet routine with percise and accurate movements, taunt like wires. And Devon's just standing there, almost watching in horror as the stupid smiling bitch comes up near him, with glee in her eyes.

"You'll break them. Every single one." Devon would say.

"Only the ones that are breakable. You were made of stone." And then, all of the sudden, everyone's sitting around a bonfire, having a great time and one of Devon's older friends, he can't exactly remember her name but she did give him a s'more. It's like he's 12 all over again, and he's having a great time, and then it switches.

It's target practice, and he's wearing noise-cancelling headphones with other kids. They're given a single rule: shoot the manequinn on the head, heart, or thigh. And that's what Devon does - perfect shots, 3 for 3. No wonder he's the favorite.

But it glitches, whatever he could call this - a dream? A flashback? A nightmare? It glitches, and suddenly, sitting before him is a woman. Bound in a wooden chair, gagged, with a bag over her head. And Devon noticed something - she was pregnant.

But that didn't stop him, and he raised the gun again and pulled the trigger. Then, suddenly, he's being rolled on a stretcher - the aftertaste of a couple melatonin gummies in his mouth and bright lights as he hits ever bump in the grass and wood. He's hyperventilating, he knows it - he knows how painful this is going to be, how he would never have this choice again. He's in some sort of hospital gown, but he isn't at a hospital.

And he hears someone tell him "It'll hurt much less if you don't struggle, okay? Now try not to scream." And it's like his world is shaking, an earthquake almost as his breathing gets heavier and heavier, and suddenly-

He's pulled away from something and landing on the floor. Back in The White House. And there's two things he noticed. Jake's wrists were bleeding, they were in Grants room, Lexy was by the door, phone about to call the police and he was in front of an open window. And, in his hands there was a pair of scissors and a rope.

Holy shit this is crazy…I love it!

[mimi-cee-hq]

Blowing Raspberries - Suna x f!reader

Summary: Suna is feeding your infant in a high chair.

Genre, etc.: funny, domestic fluff, slice of life, banter, cute, dad!Suna

Words: 0.7k

Notes: I know a lot of my followers are from other parts of the world. So in case some people don't know, blowing raspberries means to make that vibrating/spluttering noise when you stick your tongue out between your lips and blow.

I've had this idea for a while but only thought of all the witty banter today. lol. Inspiration just comes out of nowhere.

*****

Your son sits in front of you in a high chair as you scrape the bottom of the bowl with the soft-tip spoon.

"Rin," you call him from the kitchen. "Could you get another jar of baby food?"

Suna checks the upper kitchen cabinet next to the fridge, jars lined up on the bottom shelf. "Organic raspberries? With mangoes?" he raises his brow with a jar in his hand. "Your child eats better than I do."

You roll your eyes. He says that as if they weren't samples his sister got from the local convention center.

The pot on the stove starts to boil, so you hand the baby's spoon and bowl to him. But he's not fast enough because his infant child starts to babble at him, complaining he's still hungry.

"Atsumu called," you told Suna as you poured the noodles into the pot. "Birthday gifts for his so-called favorite person."

"He shouldn't say that anymore."

"That's what I told him too," you reply. "I guess he wants to see the baby in person first before 'deciding'."

Suna continues to feed him, making weird expressions with his mouth, as if it'll help the baby get the food from his bottom lip.

"I still can't believe you're a dad," you tell him.

"I still can't believe you're married," he replies. To him of course, but he leaves that bit out because he thinks he's funny.

The years are short and the days are long. You feel like you've been married forever but it was never like what you had imagined. You thought you'd be different people after getting married and having kids, which was true in some sense, because you've both grown more mature.

But some things don't change.

Your husband's sticking his tongue out, blowing raspberries at the baby.

"You're gonna regret that."

"What? He likes it," he replies. The baby giggles which just encourages him to do it again.

Suna scoops up another blob of food from the bowl and plops it in his son's mouth.

The baby blows raspberries back at him.

Literally.

Raspberry goop is all over your husband's face and you bend over laughing. One blob is above an eyebrow, one on his left cheek, and another one just under his right nostil, about to fall off as if it were snot.

"Your child just created a masterpiece," you laugh.

"It comes from my side of the family."

"You draw stick people, Rin."

He stares at you with a deadpan expression on his face, but you know what he's thinking. He gets up, arms in front, showing he wants to hug you, all with a straight face. You step back, pointing the ladle at him, knowing full well he wants to rub his food-covered cheek against yours as if it were the most normal thing to do.

"I just want to share this masterpiece with you."

"Rin, I swear if you–"

A lovely sound comes from the high chair.

And an even lovelier smell.

"Not it!" you both say at the same time.

Suna only stares back at you. He unbuckles the baby, picks him up, and dangles his butt in front of your face for you to smell him.

"Don't make me stab you," you say holding up a pair of chopsticks in front of you.

"That's fine," he shrugs and proceeds closer. "I don't need my kidney to play volleyball. I couldn't care less."

"Hurry up and change his diaper already. It's going to leak!"

"A kiss might help."

"Ugh! Rin!" You press your lips together into a straight line as you stare back at him. You scrunch your nose. There's still food on his face.

You wet a paper towel, wipe his cheek and give him a quick peck.

"That's it?"

"What more do you want me to do?"

Click.

Your daughter is at the doorway with your phone, wearing a face as if she were a teenager with an attitude problem.

She's three.

Twenty more clicks come from your phone and she returns to the living room as if nothing happened.

"She gets it from your side of the family," you say.

"Yeah. I know."

*****

Edit: Bonus paragraph because of a comment lol

Suna shifts his eyes back to you before bending over to give you a smooch. Just when you were about to lean into the kiss, he takes a step back, slings the infant over his shoulder and carries him to the baby room.

*****

I hope you liked it.

I was working on the last chapter of my Suna series but thought of this instead. lol. Anyway check out my other stories if you enjoyed this one. I have an Osamu one-shot/ drabble that has a similar feel to this one. (That I wrote a year ago. 😳)

Edit: Adding my Google form taglist in case people are interested.

[vidalinav]

boob hickeys for nezriel bc i need to dissociate a little and you’re honestly too pretty for your own good

lmao I don't think this is going to help but you got it, baby cakes.

~

Nesta admires her skin in the mirror of a vanity and Azriel wants to tell her to look at him instead. He'll admire her skin, count every blooming bruise on milky white.

He's come down from the high of their love-making--he won't call it fucking anymore when his kisses turn soft at every panting breath, every moaning whisper from her lips. By all means, he should be sated already, but as Nesta trails her fingers lightly down the loose curve of her nightgown, he imagines his fingers there instead.

Azriel finds himself wishing he was a painter. He could dip his fingers in her favorite color as he lays her back down in bed, and afterwards he can trail his gaze over her skin, just as he does now, to see which parts he hasn't touched.

Just one more kiss, he thinks, and it'll be enough. Just one more touch, and he'll have memorized the whole of her.

"Was there a purpose to all these?" Nesta hums with a raise of her brow. "Or did you just forget you shouldn't be leaving bites where anyone can see?"

"They'll be gone before morning," Azriel dismisses with a huff. An unhappy huff since they never stay like he wants them to. He's this close to begging to mark her before dawn, in hope someone might notice when she visits her sisters like she plans after their nightly tryst.

But Azriel's not so desperate and he never begs.

In fact, he already plans to seduce her as the sun rises once more. Morning kisses and cuddles will turn into something that resembles fucking like they know well, that Nesta won't shy away from, but he'll go slower, be softer when she gets that glazed look in her eyes. Then Nesta will be a little more pliant to his whims. Perhaps she won't ask questions as he litters her chest with his bites.

"It was your rule," she remarks, casually.

"Because you said you didn't want anyone to know."

Nesta's hands settle on her vanity and she looks at him through the mirror. He makes sure his face reads nothing... not that it matters since she knows all his secrets. "And you want people to know?"

Azriel gulps at the monotony in her voice and never has he felt more chastised for his feelings. He feels his cheeks warm shamefully so he twists away from her gaze.

Nesta continues, "you want Mor to know? Cassian?"

"They have nothing to do with us!" Azriel can't help it as he kneels in front of her, twisting her away from the mirror. He tucks his hands in hers, bringing them to his lips. "It's just you and me."

"For the night," she reminds him and Azriel scoffs at her stern tone. Usually that's his role, he notes. To be so plain and unfeeling. Nesta can match him, of course, since he's never met such a true equal in vices. They could be partners if only fate had played nice.

On regular nights though, Nesta likes to be spoiled and Azriel has never been so willing to give someone everything they want. Desire me, he wants to plead. Ask for me and you can have my entire soul.

Nesta raises a palm to his cheek and he wonders if she'll slap him for the thought of throwing it all away, but Nesta has never been so violent. She's only vicious with her words and cruel with her thoughts and wonderfully soft beneath it all. Her thumb gently caresses his skin.

"This is just a game," she says and it's enough to supply the sting. "Have you forgotten what we are to each other?"

"I want to be more." The words croak out of his lips.

But Nesta straightens her spine, her chin raising to great heights. "We don't get the luxury of love, Azriel. It was never about us."

[visd3stele]

Oak and the throne

summary:

TW: none

A/N: I always hoped Jude and Cardan would keep the throne, so I'm glad Oak likes the mortal world so much :)

Next one should be up by thirsday

Thank you so much for the request, hope it's what you expected. xoxo

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"Oak! Come back here," Jude's voice carried through the palace. Despite years of dealing with stubborn faes in the council, eliciting orders to soldiers and servants alike and talking down to her subjects as Cardan does, her voice was steady, even and almost sweet as she yelled after her little brother.

Little brother. The thought seemed out of place. In his years in the mortal world, Oak had a growth spurt, while she remained the same. Young, not yen an adult, yet passed through much more than her elders could claim to.

"No!" Oak shouted back, though he stopped in the middle of the throne room. "No," and he turned back to Jude, walking fast with his now bigger, stronger goat legs. "You promised me I won't have to take over if I don't want to. Well, guess what, Jude? I don't!"

He didn't tower over her like she expected. His bent knees cutting from his height. But Oak, the boy she used to lean down to hug and kiss on top of his horned head, still stood taller than her at the throne's dais.

"You should have taken it in writing, little brother." Cardan chimed in, bemused. A glare from his wife shut him up, though still smirking, and the High King opened a second bottle of wine.

"Oak," Jude begin again. "I know it's not ideal. When all this started, you were so young. I get it's a little scary and overwhelming. But it's your birthright..."

"It's Cardan's birthright too." Oak protested, crossing his arms over his chest after pointing a hand towards the King sitting on the throne's dais. His tail bounced left and right in amusement as he raised the bottle towards his half brother and gulped down a mouthful of wine.

"Speaking of Cardan," Jude seized the opportunity, "he didn't want to be High King either. But he got used to it. He came to like it. Tell him, oh, dear husband." The look the High Queen gave her lover contradicted her words, for nothing short of a clear threat shone in her eyes. The fae just smiled to himself, used to his wife's antics. He made a show of getting up on his feet, taking a few steps forward with his normal care free elegancy, when Oak's words stopped him.

"If he likes it that much, why can't Cardan still be King? I thought you liked to be Queen, too, Jude. Don't you?"

Both the warrior mortal and the peaceful fae stood glued in their places. Perplexed. Twenty years ago, when she started her ascension to the throne, Jude did so with only one purpose in mind: put that crown on Oak's head. Every decision she made, each plotting and scheming should have led to the celebration of High King Oak of Greenbriar line. Didn't it?

Now that she thought about it, things changed. Jude couldn't say when or how exactly. But at some point between then and now, she started to see herself as the real queen. High Queen in her right, not just a replacement until Oak is old enough.

Maybe it was when she choose to love Cardan and he made her his equal by splitting the throne in two ostentatious ones right in the middle of the room. Maybe it was when the Court of Shadows gifted her the title as a nickname. Jude wouldn't admit even to herself how much though she'd given to that afterwards. Or maybe it was recently, in the years after breaking Cardan's curse. Years spent ruling together, bringing up a better Elfhame than either of them grew up in.

As for Cardan, the High King's eyes darted to the crown, fingers itching to pick it up and place it atop his head. To give it a light push so it'd lean on one side, but never falling. As if it clinged to him. As if it chose him.

It's true, the youngest prince - as he thought himself for so long - never craved the throne. Why would he? He was the least favorite child, not good enough to deserve their father's attention. His mother's love. So how could he be a good king? But after Jude tricked him and all Elfhame bowed to him, looked up to him, something shift inside him. Cardan actually enjoyed the process of thinking through a court scheme. The insides of a carefully given order - a pawn in a bigger game. He found it entertaining to search ways to deal with the council, to make them bow to his whims. And when he married Jude and those whims matured into interests, well, building a kingdom of dreams none he or his wife dared to ever hope for, leaving such a legacy behind, he, Cardan Greenbriar, the pitiful prince, it felt right.

"You don't wish to rule, Oak?" Cardan asked, more concern than he ever spoke with lacing his voice.

"No! Never did, never will."

Jude could recognize a bit of Vivi in the way Oak said it, rolling his eyes and putting accent on certain vowels. But Vivi insisted it wasn't unusual in the mortal world, humans using this sort of speech all the time. Thinking about it, seeing her little brother clear for the first time she summoned him in Fairyland, Jude realized Oak would look out of place in fae's clothes. The green hoodie he wore and dark grey jeans fitted him perfectly.

"But would you be alright there? Hiding your real self, your magic?"

"I'm not hiding, Jude," Oak's voice softened. His big sister didn't want to ruin his life. She was looking after him, his happiness in the only way she knew how. The Fae way. "I mean, yes, people see what I want them to, what with the glamour and all. But it doesn't mean I don't get to be myself. I go to college, you know? Herbologist," he chuckled to himself. "I like it. I have friends, and... and one day, when I'll meet my Heather, then I'll skip to telling her the truth and... I don't know what then, but it'll be fine. I'll be fine, Jude. I promise."

It took several minutes for Jude to reply. She eyed Oak the entire time, her mind swerling, trying to keep up with the speed of her thoughts. Eventually, she saw his truth, just like when she faced hers own: she wouldn't fit in the mortal world, she loved Cardan, she was the High Queen. And Oak? Oak would make a great herbologist - whatever that was - because he doesn't fit in Elfhame anymore. And she won't be the one to crush him or his hopes.

She nodded her head, Cardan's cue to drop a silly, drunk-like, huge smile and take the crowns in his hands.

"Promise you'll visit, though."

It was Oak's turn to nod, a grin pulling his lips upward. "Of course. I can stay for dinner, if you promise not to offer me a court or something."

Jude laughed. "I think we can do that." She turned to her husband, who hummed distracted and tucked a loose strand behind her year, putting extra effort in to trace the soft, round edge of it with his fingers. Cardan, then, crowned her, tilting his head. To no one's surprise his own tolkien of kinghood didn't fell, despite its crooked position.

"Unless a gift is required by tradition, brother dearest," Cardan said, "fret not. You'll be seeing nothing from us." And without waiting to see if Oak is following, he spooned his wife, his queen, in his arms, leading her to the dining table. All the way there, the king peppered his heart's chosen one with kisses, whispering promising for the night. Silk words about a royal celebration in their suit and implications of a new heir to the throne, now that the one they'd planned for decided to go to a mortal college and stay there.

Oak smiled. Truthfully and heartfully. No, he won't be High King. But he felt like he owned the whole world hours later, when he got back to his dorm and picked up his pen to write some notes on next friday's homework.

[abbatoirablaze]

Bunk Mates, Chapter 1

Warnings:  3.6k

Word Count: none really, tongue in cheek humor.

"I'm gonna make you a deal Terry," dad smiled, practically yelling into the phone. He was pointing at it, as if the chief of Station 24 was in front of him "I'll give you your daughter if you take on two additional recruits.  They need a station, and you’re the only one who just had four people retire this year."

I shook my head at my father. David chuckled as dad held up a finger and walked out of his office.

"I can't believe that dad is already shipping us off to a station." 

"It'll be fine, Alex," he said, rolling his eyes at me, "you just gotta take it in stride. And anyways, we never stay in one spot for too long. You know how it is. We did our time in the marines. Then we did our time in San Diego.  We did our time here at the academy with dad. Next up is a station somewhere here in Tacoma."

"We always have to keep moving around because you can't keep your dick in your pants," I groaned, thinking about the latest rendezvous he'd been having with one of the trainees at the academy. "Do you really want to be at the bottom rungs all over again? I'm sick of doing grunt work to get respect.  This station is gonna be my last move, Davey."

"You're acting like a little grunt work is the end of your life" he laughed, playfully pushing my shoulder, "what's a little hazing gonna do to us that the military and our old stations haven't already tried? Come on Alex, get over it."

I ignored my brother's goodwill spirit towards being the bottom bitch again as my dad came back in. He had his cell phone in his hands.

"Well?"

"What David?"

"What do you mean, what?" David laughed, "you had us move North to come help you out here, and now that we've just finished your latest training class, you want us to go work in one of the stations...did you have this planned or are you just taking it as it comes dad?"

"Well Davey," dad laughed, tapping his cell, before putting it into his pocket, "I'm going to level with you...I got contacted by the school higher ups...they think I'm playing favorites because you two are my kids."

"I mean you did give us the jobs without interviewing the other people already here," I replied, shaking my head at him, "We are totally qualified, but I knew that they would see that as nepotism."

"Nipple what?"

"Nep-o-tism, dumbass," I growled at my brother. He smiled at my father and the two of them high-fived. When I raised my brow at my father, he put a hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry princess," he said with a shrug, "but you have to admit, it was kinda funny."

"I liked the other way better," Davey added in. "Nipples."

"As I was saying, before your sister got all technical," dad said, leaning against his desk, "I've been talking with one of the guys at station 24. He's the chief, Terry McConkey. The two of us went through training together, and I was clearly better than he was, which is how I landed this job. Anyways, his daughter told us last week that when she finished up that she wanted to work in a station, not a desk job down here like he’d originally planned with her, so we have to find a spot. He wanted her to come to his station, and well-"

"Dad that's nepotism."

"They're a legacy kiddo. There's nothing I can do about it," dad sighed, "Penisi was a chief for fucking ever before he became the fire commissioner, and then McConkey married his daughter. Penisi's son, Eddie is the captain of A shift, Terry's the chief, and well old man Penisi would find a way to have my head on a stick if his granddaughter didn't work at 24 with them, so I made a deal. You two are going to station 24 as well."

"DAD!"

"Well, I'm not sending my kids to the shit shack, Alexandria," he groaned, "why can't you be grateful that I'm doing this for you two, like David!"

"The shit shack?"

"It's another one of the stations, Davey," dad sighed as he shook his head, "It's on the other side of town, right next to a landfill. Trust me when I say that you two don't want to go there. Their chief has got a foot in the grave, and their captain is an old Irish prick with one glass eye."

"So, when are we shipping out?"

"Well, I'm going to be taking you guys down there, but you won't be meeting the A shifters. You'll be meeting up with the B shift. His daughter's heading down in a few weeks.”

XX

"And this is going to be the station you guys will work at," dad smiled as we pulled in. Dad got out of my car, and he and Davey started in as I took a second to admire it. "Where's the chief?"

"Terry?" dad asked, looking back at me, "I think he's finishing up on some paperwork. Been talking about trying to get some new truck for the station."

"Well, hello everyone," a boisterous voice yelled as we came in through the bay, "Wolf Boykins."

"Captain Lopez," dad smiled. The man pulled him into a hug and the two shared a laugh, "how are you doing, son."

"Doing alright, sir." He grinned. He pulled away from him and looked at Davey, "and this must be your son, David. Good to meet you."

The two guys shook hands as I felt my eyes traveling over the good-natured hunk. He seemed relatively happy to see my dad, which was something I wasn't used to. Most people cringed when they saw him coming. I watched as dad pulled out his white gloves and started doing a mini-inspection, and I shook my head. Even when he wasn't working, he was working.

Soon his attention turned to me, "and who is this, David? Your dad said we'd be getting a new recruit on our shift and that you'd moved from California, but I didn't know you'd bring your significant other."

"Significant other?" David asked, holding back a laugh, "this is my twin sister, and the other new recruit for C shift, Alexandria."

"Nice to meet you," I said smugly as I held out a hand, "but if I'm honest we're not new. We've been in Tacoma for a year and a half, just working at the academy."

His eyes widened, "the Alex Boykins?"

I nodded, and he took my hand, "yeah."

"I'm Captain Lopez," he said in awe, "your father said you're one of the best trainers they had at the academy in a long time. You've gotten extraction times to all time lows there with your thermal layering observations."

I felt pride swelling in my chest.  No one had ever approached me about my observations and the papers I’d released about it, not anyone actually working in the field.  Usually it was other trainers or recruits asking questions.

"You follow that?"

He nodded, and we continued to shake hands, but I didn't mind. It wasn't often that someone actually complimented me on my work and didn't immediately compare me to my father or brother, "yeah. Of course. The academy said they were thinking about naming your tactics the Boykins Standard. That's ground-breaking work. I mean I know that we already observe thermal layering, but the techniques you apply to targeting areas within a structural fire...I'd love to pick your brain sometime."

I felt myself blush and I dropped his hand, as I tucked some hair behind my ear, "well that's awfully kind of you to say, but it's nothing special...I wouldn't deny the opportunity though if you really did want to pick my brain."

"Come on kids," dad said, ignoring our entire conversation. He was already halfway around the fire truck with a glove on. He was looking to see how clean it was, "I wanna show you guys what you're working with so you can get some shut eye before your shift tonight, Alex."

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Alex. David. Hey Wolf, O'Sullivan is inside, he'll show you guys around. I have to clean up after A shift." 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I said nervously. I took my napkin that they had given me and began dabbing at the man's uniform, “I did-“

"Ma'am you need to back up," a bigger woman said aggressively as she stopped me from speaking, “you are encroaching on an officer’s territory.”

"I didn't mean to," I replied, holding out my napkin, "please, let me make it up to you and pay for that to get dry cleaned. I-I did-"

"You want to pay for it for me?"

"Well yeah," I muttered, feeling silly about even having the conversation, "I mean you seem like a nice guy, and I didn't see you coming around the corner just then."

"It was my fault," the guy admitted bashfully.  I smiled and he returned it, "I was upset about some punks being jerks to us."

"Awww, do you want me to kick their butts for ya, officer?" I laughed.

He chuckled, "you could, but then I'd have to cite you for disturbing the peace."

"I'm gonna go grab a coffee," the bigger woman said slowly, eyeing me and the other officer, “come find me when you’re done.”

"Coffee sounds good," the man said thoughtfully, “really good.”

"Please, let me buy it for you," I said quickly, "both of you. I insist."

"You really want to buy us coffee?" the woman asked.  I looked at her.  She seemed genuinely surprised that I was offering to buy her coffee.  I frowned, thinking at how the town must be so mean to them that they didn’t feel like the deserved something nice.

"Yeah," I said honestly, "and I'm not joking about that dry cleaning either. I still want to take care of that for you, officer...?"

"Shuck," he smiled, "Brad Shuck."

"I'm Alexandria," I smiled, taking the hand he extended to me, “so can I buy you and your partner a coffee?”

"Damnnnn," I heard shorty mutter as I walked past them. Captain Tad elbowed him in the ribs, "Jesus Tad what was that for."

I eyed the tanned Italian man for a second. I couldn't understand why they had insisted on calling him Shorty when that wasn't his last name, and that he was not in the slightest bit, short.

"Are you guys sure it's okay for me to crash for a little bit?" I asked, "my dad gave me almost no warning I'd be on overnights...okay well there was a few days, but I can assure you I'm exhausted already."

"It's fine.  Normally our shift doesn't start this late, but chief and A-Shift ran a little late into their shift, and the B-Shift wanted to keep their hours, so they stayed late.  It didn't really affect us because it's our turn to work a double.  So, we'll be here today and tomorrow," Tad smiled at me, "I did forget to assign you a bunk though...your brother was assigned the same one as Jan Damme so I'll have to give you a bunk that another guys using. Is that okay?"

I nodded, "no problem to me."

"And shorty," he said, looking to the guy, "apologize to the newest member of our team."

"Sorry for cat-calling you," he said, only slightly embarrassed, "just most firefighter chicks are dogs...and from what I can see, your body is banging."

"Dammit shorty," Tad growled, putting a hand to his forehead. He began to massage his temples. Suddenly I felt a little self-conscious of my body, "Sorry about that Alex."

"I-I probably shouldn't have worn short shorts," I awkwardly laughed, "but none of my other pajamas arrived from the dorms at the academy...this is actually my uh...my go bag"

He laughed as he led me away from shorty and into the bunk room, "It's okay. The guys will peacock around the other shifts, but we're not how we seem. Shorty probably hasn't gotten laid in a year, and Jan Damme is gay."

"Oh."

"Sorry," he laughed, "that's probably too much information. But we're a tight knit group, and we watch out for one another. I just want you to know, that they respect you and are aware of your service record, so I don't want you to feel timid around them. However, if they ever cross a line, bring it to my attention immediately. Okay? I take harassment very seriously."

"That's very kind of you," I smiled. I relaxed a little knowing that I had a captain that was on my side. Jan Damme had spent most my first hour here showing me around again and gossiping about the other shifts. I hadn't really had time to get to know Shorty and Tad yet. All in all, though, C shift was actually really nice.

"Alright, so there are a few bunks that are open," he smiled, there’s this one by the bathroom, which only has one other person using it, and that's on A shift I think...then we got those two on the other side, both of which I believe means you'd be sharing with two other people, both A and B shifters."

"I think I'll go with the one that has only one other resident," I laughed. Tad nodded, chuckling lightly and pulled out the empty 'C shift tote so I could put stuff in.

"Alright," he smiled, walking over to the wall and grabbing my go bag. He carried it over to the bed and set it on top of it, "we'll give you the first shift to sleep, and we'll wake you up around 4. Jan Damme will probably roll in for a nap in a bit, but aside from that we're gonna be playing Madden tonight and finishing up our tournament. We haven't really had a fire on the night shift in weeks...if you wake up feel free to join in, okay?"

"Will do cap," I smiled, "thanks."

"Hey can you believe those jackasses on A shift got a call about an alpaca stuck in a children's playset?" Jan Damme laughed.

"What?"

"Yeah," Tad admitted as we loaded up Madden on the PS4, "they got a call around 9 AM. Some lady that raises em. No clue how the hell it ended up in her kid’s playset, but she was so grateful they got it down."

"How'd they get an alpaca down?" I asked, "Don't those things spit?"

"Chief gave it saltines and it calmed right down. They were able to slide the harness right over it and guide it out."

"That's insane."

"It really is," he laughed, shaking his head, "oh by the way, chief is switching the shifts again. "

I heard a collective groan from the rest of the guys, but I didn't mind it much, "come on, he's giving us plenty of time to adjust. Chief wants all of the newbies to get used to a switching schedule. Then the following week we switch back to regular. Then when he's gonna do some pulls for training week. We're all gonna get mixed up. Boykins gave us a pass, but just barely. A shift didn't impress your dad."

"Sorry," I sighed, biting my lip. Tad laughed, “what?  My dad’s kind of a dick.”

"It's not your fault Boykins," he replied, "Wolf is tough on us, but that's because we all need to be at the same level. We're the best shift here, but the other two shifts are softies. Didn't he put your brother on B shift?"

I nodded, "yeah."

"B shift is the worst. Those guys act all nice, but they're really jerks." Jan Damme sighed, “and they are always on their high horses about something.”

"and A shift thinks we're the dicks," Shorty said, shaking his head, “I swear…I can’t stand any of them.”

"Hey I was wondering if I could follow up on that offer to pick your brain?"

"Yeah," I smiled, "When were you thinking?"

"Well," he laughed through the receiver, "I've actually gotta come into the station and finish up on some paperwork. So, I'm gonna drop in around 6 or so. Maybe we could catch breakfast?"

"I mean C shift usually gets breakfast together," I said slowly, "but I guess I could miss just one..."

I could practically hear the smile across my cell, "sounds great. I'll see you soon."

"Sounds good."

"So you have a date with Lopez on the B shift?"

"It's not a date," I replied, sticking my tongue out at Tad, "he said he wants to pick my brain about the Boykins standard."

"Well so do I, but I'm not gonna ask you on a date because of it," Shorty chuckled, “be careful with him.  We weren’t joking about B shift being sneaky yesterday.”

I playfully elbowed him and he rushed Jan Damme, "what are you doing?"

Shorty took his hand, "I want to know your standards, so I can pressurize your systems."

"What?"

"It's an Innuendo, just go with it.  Lopez asked Boykins out and she said yes," Shorty said, nudging him.  Then he lowered his voice dramatically and clung to Jan Damme, "Oh Alex."

"Oh, captain Lopez," Jan Damme said romantically, pressing their bodies together, “pressurize my systems.”

"WOAH!" Shorty yelled backing up, "bro, do you have a stiffy?"

"Leave me alone, it's early!" Jan Damme yelled back.

I put my hand to my face to try and stifle some of my laughed, "oh my god."

"You two are gross," Tad laughed, shaking his head, “go clear out and get the station cleaned up before A shift takes over.”

"Thanks for making me feel self conscious," Jan Damme said sarcastically.  He put his hands over his crotch and looked down, “I’m blaming you, big guy.  No more insta when we get up…to many thirst traps, too early.”

"Dude!"

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking about!  I’m not ashamed of it, shorty," Jan Damme said with a smirk, “at least I have men in my DMS.”

I couldn't hold in my laughter anymore as I put my head down on the table. I swear I was making the table shake with how much I was laughing, but that didn't matter. Jan Damme and Shorty began arguing over the semantics of waking a gay man up in the morning and their right to enjoy thirst traps, and then another man to jokingly being sexual with him, so it would only be right for said gay man to have a hard on.

"Guys that's enough," Tad laughed, "You can cover this over breakfast...you know while we watch Alex on her date."

"Wait, what?" I asked, bringing my head up from the table.

"Well, you're gonna go to the only diner in town, so it's safe to say we'll see you there," Tad deduced, "and since it's a date you have three lovely brothers of the C shift to help watch over you to make sure he stays in his lane."

"Guys that's not necessary," I laughed, "like at a-"

"Oh no," Shorty said, cutting me off, "that's happening."

"Oh, come on-"

"Good morning, C- bitches," Captain Penisi said, coming into the kitchen area, "Updates, Tad?"

"Nothing new," Tad said, putting his coffee cup in the sink, "Lopez came in and is finishing his reports for the month, so he's in the office."

"You do yours?"

"Been done for two days, Penisi. Did you do yours?"

"They'll get there."

"Alright guys," Shorty said, stepping between the two captains, "come on Cap, let's get our stuff together. Gotta make sure we get two tables near one another for Boykins date."

"Boykins got a date?" Penisi asked, looking at me, "look at you, probie."

"With Lopez," Tad said, sending him a wink, “oh captain Lop-“

He shut up when I hit him in the stomach.  Penisi narrowed his eyes at me, "Ughhh, a b-shifter?"

"Who would you think it was with?"

"I mean come on," he said, gesturing to himself, "an a shifter of course."

"Dream on, Penisi. Boykins got some taste, granted it's not much, because she's going after a b-shifter, but he's not an A."

"Yeah, yeah," he laughed, "whatever you say. I'm a tasty treat, Tad."

"You're gross, Penisi," Shorty said, pushing past the two men, “come on Alex…we don’t need to see this cock measuring contest.  Tad and Penisi can go for a while.”

“THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID!” Jan damme yelled from down the hall.

"Captain Penisi," a happy voice said, joining in. I looked up to see Lopez coming in, "didn't expect to see you here without your crew."

"Coming in early to finish my reports as well, Lopez."

"Well, they are due tomorrow."

Before he could respond, Lopez pushed past A and C shift captains, and made his way to the table.

"Hey Lopez."

"Aaron," he smiled, sitting down, "you can call me Aaron."

"Alright," I smiled, "good morning, Aaron."

He gave me a happy grin, "so, are you almost ready to go?"

"Yeah," I smiled, getting up and putting my own cup in the sink, "let me just grab my bag. That okay cap?"

"Sure," Tad smiled, “have a good morning, Boykins.”

"Do the dishes probie!" Penisi said quickly, as I stood.

"She's our probie. You want the dishes done, tell your probie to do them."

"It's okay," I said, stopping the pissing contest between Penisi and Tad, "I can get them. I'll meet you at the diner, Aaron?"

"Sounds good to me," he smiled. He put an arm around my waist and kissed my cheek before walking past the other guys, "see you there." 

Chapter 2

[chaoticallyandmentallydead]

Thoughts on Edge of the World's tone and Them's the Breaks, Kid as a whole.

This will basically be all my criticisms about these episodes into 1 post.

Let's get this out of the way, Them's the Breaks, Kid was a waste of an episode slot and Edge of the World failed to show any Hunter related consequence of Hollow Mind.

Because if was up to me, Them's the Breaks, Kid would be scratched, except for the last scene, which would be put in either Any Sport in a Storm or Reaching Out, to make an aftermath episode for Hollow Mind that also focuses on Eda and Raine + Hunter.

An hypothetical scenario is for the episode to be set during Luz and King's trip, it'll basically be a Eda and Lilith rescue mission to then Raine, Darius and Eberwolf get involved.

Hunter might not even appear in the episode, but his existence would still be acknowledged. The main idea you can take from this is that so we can see Eda and Raine's confrontation.

Because the way people are treating the Raine remembered everything as the most important thing about the story and not how Eda could react to it or how their confrontation would go down, which could have been this episode, raises a question: do you prefer shock value over an actual character driven story? Because if I remember correctly the reason why Luz talking about her father's death and Hunter's panic attack were so praised was the exact opposite. I can't help but think that the Raeda confrontation will be barely one mid episode scene.

About Edge of the World, I want to make this clear: my problems towards this episode are not directed to King or his backstory (I would kill in his name), and every single thing I liked about the episode was because of him and him alone. Oh, and Eda's breakdown was a nice scene too.

Honestly, just change the episode order for Edge of the World to be set before Hollow Mind and put Eda's breakdown scene in Labyrinth Runners so that the awful tone and Luz showing no signs of Hollow Mind's aftermath during the trip would be fixed.

But let's try something different, let's judge Them's the Breaks, Kid's flashback as a stand alone story only.

The light-hearted tone in it managed to work, thankfully, mostly because of the stakes were lower than 50% of S1 episodes. (Also, I just want to point out how Any Sport in a Storm had a believable premise to make it's light-hearted tone work and didn't had to make itself being set on a different time period for it or just making the most tone deaf shit imaginable.)

Anyway, to the characters. They took out everything that makes Eda, Raine and their relationship great.

For this we have to talk about one my favorite things about Eda.

Eda's kindness and selflessness was always an integral part of her characterization and one of the most important themes of the show.

Is why she cared for the life of a human she knew for less than a day, is why she end up raising a baby she got stuck with by accident, is why she forgive her sister for taking out 30 years of her life, is why she wanted to safe both her daughter and her enemy from mortal danger while also extending a hand to him before even knowing what happened. Etc. Is arguably her most defining trait.

What makes it so great is that the decades of suffering she went through aren't forgotten, her arc is basically about her learning to be more open about the fact she cares for Luz and King while dealing with the burdens of the curse. And learning about her upbringing and why she's like this is still the best part of Keeping up A-fear-ances, and that episode managed to give us an important insight about a character to actually develop them in the present in 1 scene, now compare to what Them's the Breaks, Kid did for 20 minutes.

And Eda is even more than that, I love how a mentor character is so straightforward. I love that she left school out of a hatred for the educational system and not because of something like laziness which also ends up reflecting on how stubborn she is. I love how a woman in her 40s is portrait as unapologetically sassy and sexy. I love how she is a way to tell the mature and best themes of the show.

But, for some reason, people want to turn the most nuanced yet grounded character of the show into regular-teenage-girl-protagonist, number 3.534.798.126

On Raine, there's a reason why only the final scene of Them's the Breaks, Kid is used as argument that the episode served to characterize Raine further, and, while a great moment, serving as a parallel to Lumity, which both characters are being more honest and close with each other, while Eda and Raine just keep pushing each other away, kid Raine is not a source of development, they're barely an insight. The most we learn is that they changed school because of a girl they knew for less than a day. For example: would anything change if another coven head was in Terra's place during the labyrinth hunting section?

It would be fine if they mimicked Keeping up A-fear-ances and placed the scene where Eda and Raine met each other at the beginning and used the other 95% of the episode to develop Raine. But not even that happens. How Eda met Raine was never set up as a mystery and could've just been answered with a single line in other episode. And I consider myself to be a big Raine fan so kid Raine really wasn't entertaining, if only because they didn't have any of Adult Raine's characterization, like for example the tough love that existed because of the years of trauma shared with their girlfriend.

And the angst is what makes Raeda works, plain and simple, if you remove the years of trauma, you also removes all the interesting things about the best ship of the show. (If you couldn't tell, Eda's Requiem is one of my favorite episodes)

About Hollow Mind's consequences, I have to keep constantly reminding myself that the same show has Separate Ties, the episode dedicated to explore the consequences and repercussions of the biggest story event up to that point while also managing to transition the show's tone to a more serious one and making the characters recive an integral part of their development in their individual characters and relationships. That is also for some reason is so ignored by the fandom at large.

Meanwhile the ending scene in Hollow Mind showed a child soldier that attempted suicide before having a panic attack because everything he believed was a lie and he has no where and no one to go, running away from a place where he knows his uncle would very likely found and kill him.

And he doesn't even gets a mention while this episode opens with the most tone whiplash disposable dream sequence imaginable. And I'm just mentally preparing myself when Hunter shows up in the last episode with his arc happening off screen

Is especially insulting because when the pirate guy mentioned he doesn't work for the Golden Guard anymore, it would be SO EASY to put an small emotional moment there showing that Luz looked uncomfortable, but she doesn't even blinks. Or even a background detail like one of her drawings. Seriously, during Sense Insensitivity they remembered to put a small moment where Eda is alone and she comments about the curse getting worse, which was a plot point in the previous episode, but this doesn't gets a mention???

And is also kinda weird for Luz's character in general, compare to how Luz acts throughout Separate Ties, which was the moment she became more mature overall, and then something even more impactful happens and while she did had a important reaction, during the trip her trauma just... vanishes and she acts completely fine during the rest of the episode. I'm entirely convinced that all the trip scenes were written with the intention to air before Hollow Mind. And the King is an infinite Titan blood source thing kinda rings hollow to me because we didn’t even get to see Luz's reaction to not having the glove anymore.

And I saw some people saying that Luz and the others didn't contact Amity, Willow and Gus either about not getting coven marks as an excuse why he wasn't named dropped, and thank you btw for pointing out another reason why this needed a aftermath episode, because I was so bothered by Hunter's non-existence that Luz not even seeding them a message, which could've been a moment as brief as Luz messaging Hunter in Reaching Out, or just making Owlbert recruit them as well about something they should definitely know wasn't clear to me at the moment and it's another problem with this story.

Actually, their lack of screentime in the 3 most recent episodes has been genuinely bothering me in general, I can understand why they didn't appeared in Hollow Mind, but why not at the start of Them's the Breaks, Kid or Edge of the World? Considering we're at the final stretch of the show, they should appear the most as possible, right? Or at the very least a mention about having to alert Amity, Willow and Gus about the coven marks? At least they'll probably appear in the next episode. Gus will, that's for sure.

And you guys can put fault on Disney for cutting S3 as much as you guys want, but it was Disney who didn't allowed a single mention? Like, most things in this ridiculous tone deafness could've been fixed with a single line or two. King's father knows we didn't needed that opening sequence, so go ahead and replace that.

Still, my crazy conspiracy theory is that Hollow Mind's first draft was made before the shortening news, maybe it was originally written as the S2 finale and Amity, Willow and Gus would’ve made a appearance. And the reason why this theory exists is because of how rushed the aftermath was handled.

[mcytblrconfessions]

I go about my day as if the vague confusing memories of the Little Kelly Cinematic Universe (that's what I'm calling it. it started with like the people playing Little Kelly and Little Carly and spun off into like more than a dozen channels all in the same word) don't still haunt me sometimes. I loved that stuff as a kid. I remember the drama, the craziness. I remember retcons and one plot twist after the next. Secretly getting pregnant but oh no your boyfriend is cheating on you with the mean girl who is the daughter of your evil stepmom so then you have to get a abortion and after like a month or two it'll probably never be relevant again unless something weird happens. That was not an actual example, but I'm pretty sure most of the parts of it have happened at least once. I think the mean girl bully was canonically their evil stepmom's daughter most of the time. Their stepmom is Queen Ramona. Then Evil Little Kelly and Evil Little Carly who were their clones until it was retconned that they were actually quadruplets and still are their clones sometimes have kidnapped them again! I'm not sure if it was retconned actually, I think it turned out that Little Carly and Little Kelly thought they were their evil clones and they were treated as evil clones by the narrative but then the characters found out that they were actually quadruplets. So the stories started saying they quadruplets and it wasn't techincally a retcon. Except that there was like evidence of the cloning or whatever but that was solved with false memories probably. Sometimes stuff happened with false memories. Also love potions and turn evil potions and all kinds of magic stuff for drama. They were princesses and their mom died years ago (unless she temporarily came back to life for a bit thanks to a spell, that happened sometimes) and Little Kelly had a boyfriend sometimes who was a prince. He had his own channel and a little sister who also had one I think. My favorite was Little Cassie (I think) at one point she was Little Kelly and Little Carly's cat but she was turned into an anthro cat human thanks to a spell that they found in I think the wizard school they went to at some point and then later she got her own series. She had a stalker ex. He kidnapped her sometimes. It was very scary to younger me. Little Cassie started out a cat but also her mom was also a catperson and I think it was canon that she turned from being a catperson for most of her life to actual cat because her ex cursed her but was uncursed and went back to being to catperson. Her mom approved of her stalker ex sometimes because he was also a catperson and disapproved of her ongoing lover interest character because he was a dogperson. He also had a channel but I don't remember his name much. Little Kelly and Little Carly's dad the king was sometimes bad and married Ramona. Sometimes it (the marriage or him being bad) was because he was under a spell. Sometimes they were in love normally. Sometimes he was good. The King and Ramona were always married and she was being mean to them and kicking them out and trying to kill them and stuff. Or sometimes they were getting a divorce but then got back together. Or the king is in danger of marrying Ramona because he doesn't know she's super evil. Little Carly was a little bit the edgy one. Making bad decisions, more reckless, getting possessed by her possible inherent evil but snapping out of it at the last minute, etc. In the backstory she and Little Kelly were seperated as kids and Little Carly was in an orphanage and stuff and was raised by Ramona for a bit. Sometimes they were raised together but then in the backstory episodes that would turn out to be false memories. But sometimes only some of it was. And sometimes Little Kelly was given false memories to think Little Carly was evil. See it turned out that at birth the quadroplets (LK, LC, ELK, ELC) were given potions to make them evil. This worked on Evil Little Kelly and Evil Little Carly which weren't actually their real names but they just called themselves that because they were

evil and for awhile their parents thought that it might have worked on Little Carly too and she was at risk of hurting Little Kelly. So Little Carly was sent away. And bad things happened to her. It's implied sometimes that this happened to Evil Little Carly and Evil Little Kelly and they're jealous and bitter and that's why they're evil. This is kinda morally grey. It isn't usually addressed though, sometimes they're just treated as magically evil. Sometimes they turn unevil but they're usually just faking that. Sometimes everyone including LK and LC is fooled. Sometimes only they aren't fooled. Sometimes nobody is fooled but their dad the king and he doesn't listen to them. Because he's a dick. He's usually a dick even when he isn't he ususally still did kinda awful stuff in the past but they forgave him. Like letting his new wife kick them out or not listening too them on important stuff that he's blatantly wrong about or kicking LC out as a child. His skin reminds me a bit of MythicalSausage's skin on Empires SMP and sometimes that haunts me as I'm trying to watch Empires. I might send this in another ask since I don't think many people will read all this one. If you are still reading: I am so sorry I am saying these things. Anyway back to the stuff this is lore stuff but sometimes things are more minecrafty than others. Like often Little Cassie can get away from where her stalker ex boyfriend has locked her in his house by punching through the wall but sometimes why would someone be able to punch through walls? Unless they had a superstrength spell or something of course. It mostly got less minecrafty as time went on but there was still some stuff. There were two other people who had channels I remeber I think who had a whole will-they-won't-they thing going on and I remember I was watching their stuff at one point and there was a plot about how they found out their gf and bf had cheated on them with each other so then they finally hooked up. Hooray. Most of the people had weird names (like Little Kelly and Little Carly who everyone called that even though they were either teens or young adults) and I don't really remember anyone acknowledging that there were weird names. There was a Baby Somegirlname or other I don't remember her name. I think I remember seeing some episode that was like Baby Somegirlname or other grew up! but I don't think that stuck so maybe it was like a spell or something. Or maybe it was an AU episode. A lot of episodes on channels were au episodes or ones where the people playing them would just go about the minecraft world and play minigames and stuff or like Minecraft But Little Carly is Giant! or someting. Or the people on them doing other stuff like playing bedwars or even playing other games like roblox or stuff. A lot of the videos were kinda clickbaity stuff like My Mom Came Back from the dead! with an image of the good now-alive-again queen. That's what makes it even more confusing since there are aus and spinoffs and oneoff special episodes that are never mentioned agiain (unless they are, but you just kind of have to accept that they used to go to a wizard school adn are visiting it again). AThat last example happened btw they went to a wizard school at one point I never watched the episodes of that since this channel was around for years and it was super hard to sort through it all to find out stuff. lso the staus quo doesn't change that much, though sometimes new characters are added and new stuff happens. But all that means is that there's a larger larger pool of characters to be messed around with for drama. Their mom wears a green dress on her skin, I think it's meant to contrast Ramona whose skin wears a red dress. Sometimes when their mom came back at one point it turned out that she had been unhappy in her marriage to their dad and found new love. Makes sense he's a dick. But GASP it turned out before she died she'd been cheating on LK and LC's dad with her old boyfriend! Her bf is a totally normal dude btw. Sometimes he's bad and LK and LC's parents do end up back

togeher. So their mom and her boyfriend get together and the kids find this all out and then BIGGER GASP it turned out that half of the kids are actually the bio kids of her boyfriend and not actually the king! Yes they are still quadroplets, the characters learn that this is technically possible but very rare for multiple babies to happen at the same time to have different fathers. I have no idea if this is possible irl. I doubt it. Little Carly and Evil Little Carly are the children of their mom and her boyfriend and Little Kelly and Evil Little Kelly are the children off their mom and the king. I don't remember a lot of this very well but some I remember all too clearly. I don't remember anything well enough to explain it. and yet I have tried. I could be getting some of the details wrong but some of this is ingrained in my brain. I remember a new prince moving in near them and LC falling in love with him. I remember there was a video where LC and LK got belly button peirceings without their dad's permission to rebel. I remember the minigames. I remember that at least one of them really loved burgers. I remember the hHalloween episode where one of them talked to their mom's ghost. I was possessed by some insane ghost to write this. I have to share this with the world so I can know I didn't somehow just make it up but I know I didn't. I type "what the fuck was the little kelly stuff what the fuck was up with that" into google even though I know it won't bring up anything useful. When I was like 11 my Minecraft skin was a recolored variant of the Little Kelly skin. I have been sitting down and doing nothing but solidly writing this ask for well over an hour now. Not sure exactly how long, at least an hour and fifteen minutes but possibly as long as two hours. I hope it wasn't to hours. This is already insane enough if this has only gripped my for like an hour which I have been spending mostly sitting on the very hard stone ground and typing like a madman. Sorry for being very incoherent. Please I need someone to talk about this with. I remember even when I watched their videos I was very confused a lot of the time. I doubt if I with several more years on me will be less confused. Can we all talk about this, all who remember? Can we watch their videos and try to figure out what the fuck was up with that? There are real people who played these characters for their jobs. Some of the channels are still making videos. I don't know if it's the same kind of content. Some are not. I wonder what happened? When did it start? Did it ever fully end? Is it still somehow going? I want to see if I can gaslight Matpat into trying to do a game theory on the Little Kelly Cinematic universe. I think he'd fucking die.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat & The Spider-man —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: The gif might confuse you but I promise you’ll get it -Danny

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xxi: Halloween

"Hi there, paw patrol! Happy birthday! D'you get my present?"

"I did," She walked around the apartment while holding the phone between her shoulder and ear. "But the fact that you showed it to me last month kinda killed the surprise."

"You're welcome," Tony retorted. "Enjoy the suit, all nanotech. Please do not break it cause it's meant to last until you turn twenty-one."

"Got it."

"Is Pietro there? I gotta talk to him a moment."

"Hang on," She grabbed the phone and shouted. "Pietro, our surrogate mother is asking for you!"

"I heard that!" The man scolded. "Don't ever call me that!"

"I won't," She muttered. "To your face..."

The older boy came out from the bathroom and grabbed the phone with his hands still wet, she complained loudly about it but he ignored it.

"Pietro here," He spoke. "Yeah, we're having a few people over... No, I'm not giving them beers! Have you seen her friends? Tony, I'm old enough, okay? I'm not stupid... that was uncalled for. Okay. Yes. Bye!"

He gave her the phone back. "Mom wants to say goodbye."

She heard Tony throw insults and waited until he'd finished.

"I'll be good, Tony. It'll be a nice, age-appropriate party. Have I ever disobeyed you? Peter wouldn't let me misbehave anyway, he's too nice."

"More like a complete dork," Pietro mumbled, she stepped on his foot as she walked past.

"Have fun. I'll send your allowance tomorrow morning."

"Thank you. Tell Pepper, Rhodes, and Happy that we say hi!"

"Tell Vision to stay away from my sister!" Pietro spoke over her.

She hung up and gave him a severe glare.

"You don't even know if they're together," The girl told him. "Maybe he's just keeping her company?"

Pietro scoffed as a response.

"Happy birthday, C.C!" Betty gave her a book. "I remember you said something about people giving their favorite books to friends as a present and that you thought it was really sweet, well, here it is!"

"Oh," C.C. raised her eyebrows. "Thanks, Betty! I didn't think you'd remember..."

"I wrote a little note on the back and everything," The girl said proudly. "I hope you like it!"

"I'm sure I will, thank you," She hugged her briefly. "Hey, you'll come tonight? To the party?"

"Oh, sure!" Betty beamed. "Can I bring a friend?"

"Sure, but just one. My brother's place is small."

They parted ways and C.C. directed herself to the benches near the football field where MJ and Pietro used to hang out. There she found Peter, Ned, and MJ all waiting for her. They'd made a sign with cat paws all around that read "Happy 16th!".

"Happy birthday!" The trio shouted.

"You guys!" C.C. covered her mouth in shock. "That's so cool!"

Peter wrapped his arms around her.

"Do you like the sign? It was my idea," He said.

"It's awesome," She laughed. "Oh! You bought me a cupcake!"

"High quality," MJ smiled. "Bought it at the bakery near my house, I know you love that place."

"Guys, you didn't have to," C.C. frowned. "You already planned my party, and your costumes... this is too much."

"We just wanted you to have a cool birthday," Peter kissed her forehead, he leaned and whispered, "you deserve this."

"Okay, Pete, move out of the way," MJ grabbed her hand.

C.C. let Ned and MJ engulf her in a crushing hug. She was getting used to this type of contact, and her friends weren't touchy that often anyway. They handed her the cupcake and shared it, though most of the icing got smeared on her face.

She spent the rest of the day showered with attention. Her friends would stop her in the halls to wish her a happy birthday, and she even found little tokens placed on her seat in the History classroom. People knew Peter was dating her, but since it wasn't very clear whether they were serious or not, some older kids were still trying to win her over.

The blatant flirting of some kids really got on the boy's nerves.

"Your friend Lucas is not coming to the party," He told Pietro. "He's a jerk."

"What did he do?" The boy asked in amusement.

"He handed me this," C.C. showed him the rose she was holding. "I'm not that into flowers but I took it cause he wasn't being cocky about it. Peter didn't like that, though."

"He's an idiot!" Peter insisted. "I saw the way he smirked at me after you walked away..."

"I didn't even let him shake my hand, Pete. Don't be mad..."

"I'm not mad," He sulked. "Being mad would mean I care, and I don't care about Lucas. I'm just saying we shouldn't invite him to the party."

"He's not coming," Pietro rolled his eyes. "Only her friends are going, not mine. You, Ned, Jones, and one or two of those old girls Copy used to talk to... the academic decathlon..."

"No bullies allowed," She held onto Peter's arm. "Or people we don't like. If you don't like someone then they're not coming. It's that simple."

"I thought you'd decided to do a couples costume?" Pietro eyed them up, he raised a brow. "Not a quadruple fashion show."

"We're Ghostbusters!" C.C. said happily. "It was my idea. I'm Venkman, Peter says I match his energy— at least when he's being nice."

"I'm Stantz," Ned walked into the apartment carrying a bag of plastic cups. "He's the real hero of the crew— the guy's a genius."

"I'm Spengler," Peter smiled. "Cause... I don't know, I used to wear glasses and I'm kinda awkward."

"I just agreed to be Zeddemore cause the costumes were cheap," MJ shrugged. "But it does rub me the wrong way that I'm the one playing the black character."

Peter frowned. "We let you choose first."

"Let's take a picture before the other guests arrive!" Ned insisted.

"Okay, but no—"

"Yeah, yeah, no flash, we know," Pietro pulled out his phone. "Gather up, dream-team! One... two..."

The rest of her friends started to arrive little by little. The music was good, the company was great, and C.C. realized gatherings were enjoyable as long as you were surrounded by the right people.

At nine, her adoptive brother placed her cake in the middle of their small table and put sixteen candles on it. She had to endure the awkward song, but it wasn't that terrible.

"Make a wish!" Betty said blithely.

She watched the small candles quickly burning over the icing, she needed to make her wish soon. What does a girl that has everything could ever wish for?

She smiled to herself and blew out the candles, her friends clapped and cheered, C.C. sat back and let Pietro cut her a piece, it was the biggest one.

She received lots of hugs and tons of presents, it was more than enough to overwhelm her. Quietly the girl made her way to the fire escape, she was expecting to feel cold, but the wind that surrounded her was warm, she sighed with ease.

Fifteen minutes passed when someone came looking for her: Peter.

"There you are," He climbed out to join her. "Ned and I are about to leave, you're not saying goodbye?"

"Sorry, I felt a little tired and came here to cool off. This is the first time so many people pay attention to me, you know? At least in a positive way."

Peter hummed, inching closer to her.

"You're good, though?"

"I'm fine."

"Did you like the party?"

"Yes, everything was amazing," She hugged him by the waist. "Everything. The food was the highlight, though."

"You can thank Pietro for that," He smiled. "Dude's got a great taste..."

"Wish that were the case with his dates too," C.C. raised a brow. "His date had the weirdest laugh—"

"Oh God, I thought it was just me!" Peter's eyes widened. "Sounded like they were choking..."

She laughed with him, the boy's gaze softened.

"I know it's a long time away," He said. "But do you want to spend Christmas with me and May?"

C.C. tilted her head. "Can I take Pietro?"

"Yeah, the invitation's for him too," Peter chuckled. "That a yes?"

"Yes, obviously," She replied. "Not like we have anything else to do. Last time we spent Christmas at the compound when everyone was still around..."

Her gaze lost focus for a moment, Peter cupped her face.

"You'll have fun with me too," He assured her. "We're your family now."

"You say it like I've had that before, like I know what it means," She laughed shortly. "If you guys are my family, then you'd be the first."

"That's okay," He replied. "We'll do."

C.C. stared at Peter adoringly, she still hadn't decided what her type was, but she liked his face a lot. It was familiar and trusting, it felt like a safe place.

"C.C." He whispered. "Can I kiss you?"

"...Yes."

Peter moved carefully, trying not to scare her. There was no need for it, though, everything was quiet in her mind. She tried to keep her eyes open, but as soon as their lips touched it was her instinct to close them. Her grip tightened around his waist, Peter pulled just enough to deepen the kiss.

It felt way too intimate and at the same time, it was such a casual gesture she wondered why she'd never done it before. It was easy, she just had to lean and it was done, and it felt weird, but also thrilling.

When Peter moved away she tried to reach for him and plant a second kiss on his lips. She heard him chuckle, his hands moved to hers, tangled on his curls. Peter grabbed them and stepped back, giving her a little peck so she stopped pouting.

"I really have to go," He said quietly.

"Okay," She sighed, eyes still staring at his mouth. "Thank you for kissing me."

"Thank you for letting me kiss you."

"I'll spend Christmas with you."

"Thanksgiving too?"

"Yeah, all of that," C.C. nodded quickly. "Can you kiss me again?"

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[leonicscorpio]

Batboy Headcanons because I made this for me but you all can enjoy this too if want. (May contain mild NSFW)

Dick:

Has a weird relationship with unwanted gaze and the attention he receives because of his physique. He genuinely likes the attention but he draws the line when people start getting touchy. Just because he's shirtless working out doesn't mean he gave you consent to touch him.

Has good dieting skills but he's in his mid-late 20's and his metabolism has 0 signs of slowing down. He once ate a whole xl bag of M&M's in front of Steph and Babs and both said they wanted to murder him because he won't gain a pound.

Dick has ADHD and I'm sorry if you don't think otherwise. He has hyperactive type ADHD and while he's gotten better at controlling his symptoms he still stims stretching and flexing his arms and shaking his arms.

While not so much in Gotham, Dick is very politically active and volunteers at voter registration and working with organizations with the mission of police demilitarization in Blüdhaven.

Dick is a very sexually driven individual. However, I don't think it's entirely healthy. His ADHD also comes into play with this but Dick just needs to have a release at least twice a day or he'll feel physically sick.

I don't know if you all have seen male gymnasts. But Dick, like the rest of them, has FREAKSISHLY large biceps. Everyone talks about Dick has the best ass in the bat family and while Jason may be larger and stronger, Dick has the best physique.

Dick's apartment is littered with sticky notes in places such as the fridge/in front of his computer. If it's not written down and in a place where he can't ignore it, it's not going to get done.

I'm sorry I know everyone says his birthday is in March but I have to go to the older Nightwing comics and say his Birthday is December 1st. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn't give off Sagittarius energy. You can't. I respect you but you can't look at that and tell me that man isn't a Sagittarius or has super heavy Sag in his birth chart.

Dick's at home doing nothing but chilling? You best believe he's gonna be shirts off, tits out, and rocking some blue flannel PJ's.

Dick is currently the only member of the family asides from Barbara who is regularly attending therapy. And he actively encourages each of his brothers and sisters to go every time.

After his Agent 37 days. He sits down with Jason and talks about having to use a gun and how hard it was. And how having to kill people has affected him. When he had to kill the KGBeast (Agent 37 days he snapped his neck) I headcanon Dick just trauma v*mit*d. Jason hugged him and just consoled him.

It's canon that Dick has anger issues but to me, it's not explored or talked about enough and not a lot of people like to talk about it. Dick is very much the 'if I ignore it it'll go away' type when it comes to his anger and he can brush most insults or harassment off fine enough. But when he breaks, he makes Jason look like a saint. I'm talking slamming you into a wall and screaming in your face angry. He'll be profusely apologetic afterward but still.

Despite popular belief, I don't think he's that bad of a cook. He's just not very experimentative. He can follow a recipe and does look at some guides. But to me, Dick Grayson just is that guy who is like Chicken veggies and rice are a meal that I can cook 4-6 times a week.

Dick has a slight fear of dentists. He doesn't have bad teeth and has good dental health. He just doesn't like the idea of a drill going in his mouth and the few times Bruce has to take him to a dentist he had a panic attack every time.

Everyone lives for the fics where Jason beats the shit out of Tim and everyone is just like lol well Bruce and Dick just forgives him. No. When Dick found out it was Jason who beat Tim to the ground, Dick was literally seething and told Jason "Pick on someone your own size or else I'll make you wish you back in that f'ing coffin."

Dick's favorite foods (some based in Canon*): Milk Chocolate*, Cereal*, Asparagus, Bananas, Banana flavored candy, Hawaiian Pizza* (suffer its canon) Rum, thanksgiving Turkey.

Jason:

He may be the self-diagnosed black sheep (rightfully so) of the family, but Jason does genuinely love spending time with his siblings. Whether it be sharing memes with them on social media or just randomly showing up where they are and abducting them to go get ice cream/coffee/snacks.

He'd probably attempt to harm you if you told him this to his face. But he is the closest acting to Bruce out of all of the family. In terms of mannerisms and inherent warmth and kindness behind a dark façade.

Has two moods: either exceptionally, almost neat-freak levels of clean, or his life is completely falling apart and Jason can't tell you for sure what color his floors are because there's so much stuff scattered about.

Despite their initial hatred of each other, Jason truly feels closest to Tim and Tim is the only person asides from maybe Barbra who he can just talk to without feeling any judgment.

Jason only smokes when he's extremely nervous about an operation or a hit. For those who don't know criminal justice cigarettes are the fastest way to get genetic material on someone. That being said he does still like to smoke occasionally.

Me, plus a lot of people give him this sort of 'Lazarus Rage' as I like to call it. When he's in the heat of a mission or if he's getting upset/angry his vision will get blurred with green, and it feeds on his anger and just gets perpetually harder to contain until he releases it. Jason has gotten much better at controlling it. But as he will tell Tim or Babs, he's "seeing green" which means they need to be careful because Jason could kill.

Everyone says Dick is the mother hen. I see you, I accept you, but let me raise you. Jason came to realize that he died because of his rash decision to go after The Joker alone. If Jason finds any of his siblings out acting alone, or even at the very least without Oracle. Jason WILL forcefully interject himself and ask them what the fuck they think their doing.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Trying to get close to Jason is hard. He will degrade you can attempt to try to get you to hate him before he lets you in (that cheeky Tsun of him)

He genuinely cares for and supports all of his siblings but has been rough on them needlessly. But if Bruce is being the distant or absent parent he is, you better believe if any of the siblings drops him a text or a call, Jason will be there in a heartbeat.

He's the most physically powerful of the whole Bat Family. You don't understand because of his time in the League, his time with the All-Caste, and having abused Venom for a time, he can snap an arm bone like it's a carrot with little effort.

Everyone in the family likes dogs and goes out of their way to gush over a dog, but Jason takes it to a whole new level. And even when he's masked up dogs just gravitate to Jason.

Can and has grown a beard in a matter of a few days. He usually likes to be clean shaven but some days he likes to wear a beard just to throw everyone off.

One time him, Steph, Tim, and Duke all went to a restaurant (Red Robin lol) and the waitress got his order wrong and his burger had raw tomatoes on it, Jason took the tomatoes off and ate it while looking absolutely miserable. Tim: Jay why did you eat that you didn't have to you know you could have asked the server to fix your burger. Jason, almost in tears: "She works really hard and she tried and I'm a scary dude I don't want to make her upset.." Duke: "... Jason you literally shot at a cop for looking at you funny the other day. But you're afraid of upsetting a waitress?!? I mean ACAB but dude.. "

Jason's happiest big brother moment™ was taking Tim and Damian to the shooting range and watching them both get their first bullseye.

You can't tell me Jason Todd was into the Emo/Screamo/Warped-Tour Scene. His favorite bands/Albums in no particular order, That's the Spirit (Literally the whole album is Jason Themed and I'm gonna die on this hill) & Sempiternal by Bring me the Horizon, Digital Renegade & Everyone's Safe in the Treehouse by I See Stars, The Resistance: Rise of the Runaways by Crown the Empire,

Jason Todd's favorite foods: (Also some based in Canon*) Burgers, Chili Dogs*, Lager-style beers, Freshly baked bread*, Neopolitan ice cream, grilled corn, and Chinese Chicken noodle soup with Duck.

Tim:

This boy *slaps car roof* gives off so much asexual energy. I know New 52 exists but I just feel like Tim is the person who really, REALLY has to trust you and like you before he's sexually active with you.

HYPERFIXATES. You also can't tell me Tim isn't on the spectrum/or has ADHD.

Is the only member of the family who regularly checks up on Jason and talks to him every day via text message. The two are memelords together and love to play pranks on the other members.

While Dick may give the most frequent hugs and Jason gives the tightest, most secure hugs, Tim's hugs are always the warmest and make you just feel good.

Tim's birthday is July 19th. Meaning he's a Cancer. Let that sink in.. no, really let that information just soak. (Note I have nothing against Cancer women, cancer men however....)

All of the bat boys really struggle with talking about their feelings. Dick will manipulate you into changing the subject via twisting it to be about you, Jason will just cut you off or will ignore you, Damian will deflect everything and harass you until you stop, Tim however, Tim is very emotional and while he's very calculated about who he's emotional with, he's not afraid to break down and cry if he trusts you.

Everyone who says he's the level headed Robin haha how's it feel to be WRONG. Tim is at best the least functional college student and at worst a lemming. 'No Tim, coffee isn't a meal I'm going to make you some food or I'm going to stick you in a room with Damian for an hour.' Richard (Dick) John Grayson.

People overblow how addicted to caffeine Tim is. But it's true. Just overblown. You can talk to him before he's had his caffeine just don't expect him to be anything but curt and blunt.

Everyone says Jason would be the worst at texting but it's Tim. He's the master of leaving you on read. While Jason may do it on purpose, Tim is just really bad at texting people and while he always will read your messages he forgets to respond unless it's really funny or really pressing.

Everyone sees Tim as this bean pole super skinny boy Robin. Tim may not be stacked like Dick or a freaking tank like Jason, but Tim is NOT super skinny. He's just as muscular and likes to work out as anyone, but he just is super lean, so he looks a lot bigger and his muscles are more defined because of how thin his skin is. He has those almost disgusting spider veins on his arm. Kind of gross to look at, but he's the dream of any nurse. This means Tim is also the king of accidentally sending/posting thirst traps.

He really is the glue of the Bat Family. Everyone kidnaps Tim for 'Tim Time'.

Dick likes to spar with and in general just hang out with Tim. Tim tried to teach Dick how to skateboard and you'd think the boy who mastered the trapeze would know how to skateboard but you'd be wrong.

Babs and Tim always hang out and talk about computer stuff and Babs knows she can vent to Tim about anything and he won't say a word.

Tim and Steph were a thing for a while and even though they're just friends now, they still are very close and the two have a very deep bond, liking to shop with each other and watch movies,

Cass just loves to be around Tim because of how calming he is but also she knows she can spar with him AND Cass can also skateboard with Tim too.

Even though him and Damian are always fighting, the two still end up being together and have this unspoken bond. They work great together on a team but other than that they still hate each other.

And while everyone still is hesitant around Jason, and despite the fact that Jason literally beat Tim to within an inch of his life, AND would still trigger Tim and taunt him about it. The two have this odd closeness that rivals even him and Steph. Tim will always be the first to bat for Jason. Jason was Tim's Robin. And despite the fact Jason literally beat it into Tim's head to "never meet your heroes." Tim will always be there for Jason should he ask. The two are just close. And it's hard to describe. Bruce has caught Tim and Jason just platonically sleeping next to each other or just doing their own things shoulder to shoulder silently, just enjoying each other's company.

Tim and Duke also have a really positive relationship with one another and the two can stay up all night just talking about anything. Their minds just mesh well together. The two also love to team up and prank the other members of the Batman Family.

Tim's favorite ASMR/Stim? Watching those Tik Toks of people cleaning computers or cleaning phones. The sound of an air duster is like music to his ears and if any of the Bats need their technology cleaned it secretly makes Tim so happy to help them.

Wear his hair up or wear his hair down? It depends! While Tim likes his long hair he also has gotten plenty of compliments for his short hair and likes to style it to suit any occasion.

My one pet-peeve with Tim is that he probably is that person who lets his privilege show from time to time. While he was essentially raised to just sit down, shut up, and be a perfect trophy son to the Drake's. The Drake's were in the same tax bracket as Bruce and Tim definitely was a rich kid. He never means to come across as spoiled, but sometimes Jason will give him harsh looks if Tim just throws away food he doesn't like or says things like Chipotle is 'poor people food'

Tim Drake's favorite foods (you know by now*) Donuts*, Shallot and Artichoke Pizza with Canadian Bacon* (odd choice but it could work) Artichokes in general are his favorite vegetable, Strawberries, and Beef Pho.

Damian:

I headcanon that he has the worst teeth of all of the Bat Boys and he actually has to use lingual braces. (Hence why you can't see his braces)

Canonically is a very good artist and while him and Tim don't get along, Tim introduced Damian to digital art and gave him a photoshop pack and a nice tablet for his birthday one year and Damian loved it so much.

Damian is a capricorn and I will die on this hill. A January capricorn too.

Now you want a good chef? You've got Damian. Having converted to veganism Damian has had to get creative whenever he goes out to eat so he tends to like to eat more home cooked foods. Damian loves all matters of mushrooms, eggplant, and bell peppers.

Damian really struggles the most with his wanting to just be a normal kid. Despite the fact he will dismiss you for it, anytime he gets to spend at Gotham Academy with Jon and the rest of the kids he's naturally the happiest.

Damian LOVES to give gifts. He loves the look on people's faces when they are shocked when they actually get something from Damian.

Despite the fact that he's been traumatized from both his times with Ra's and Talia as well as with Bruce. He just wants Bruce and Talia to be together because he loves them both equally.

While he's the least flexible and least gymnastic of the Robins do let your guard down around him. He is the fastest runner and the guy is rivaled only by Jason in terms of lethality.

So someone (Jason Todd & Duke Thomas) introduced Damian to trap music and ever since anytime his phone gets stolen people will be shocked to find he's listening to some combination of Lil' Yachty, X, Kendrick Lamar, Wiz, and Kodak.

If any random person tries to hug Damian he'll immediately push them away, he'll bitch and moan about just about anyone hugging him other than Bruce & Dick.

Damian loves to go to the beach/the ocean. He just thinks it's so vast and he loves the brineness of the air. Also being half white, quarter middle-eastern and quarter Chinese (Yes everyone forgets Talia is half Chinese) Damian gets DARK. And although he's just okay as a swimmer he still likes bogeyboarding and eventually wants to learn how to surf.

I'm genuinely afraid once Puberty is done with this kid and everyone in the family is. He has Bruce Wayne AND Talia Al-Ghouls genes and those are two SEXY human beings. Damian's gonna grow a beard one day and people aren't going to know how to act.

Damian secretly plays Fortnight and not even Jon knows. He doesn't want to get shamed. He'd rather lose a match and ruin his streaks than deal with the shame of anyone in that family finding out he plays Fortnight.

Damian Wayne's favorite foods (canon*) Cereal*, Avocados, Grilled Tempeh, his mom's Tabbouleh, Mushroom Tacos, and Vegan Sushi rolls, and grape juice.

Duke Thomas

Duke is like, freakishly good with a piano, and he picked it up naturally!

Also everyone says Tim brews the best pot of coffee in the Bat Family, cue to everyone's surprise when Tim was sick one day and couldn't make a pot. Only to find the coffee was freaking amazing. Duke didn't take any credit at first until Alfred let it slip that Duke was the one who brewed the pot.

Duke being the only Meta of the family originally thought he was the double-token because he was a Meta and a black boy. Needless to say his fears were seriously unfounded the moment he got to know everyone.

Although he somewhat fears Jason and his temper initially, he and Jason have one of the closest relationships in the family. If Tim isn't around to bat for Jason, Duke will happily take his spot. The two work on each other's bikes and grew to share the same taste in music.

Duke uses his Photokenetic powers as a force for good and for shenanigans. Jason wants to play a prank on Dick and Damian while Dick is reading Damian a story? Duke will hide Jason in the shadows and will cover up his shadow. Alfred dropped something in the dark? You better believe Duke will find it in 3 seconds or less.

Duke makes it a point to visit his parents every weekend to talk to them. Although they are making some progress in their recoveries, it's still slow going. Eventually, he starts bringing members of the family to see his parents. It started with Cass, then Jason, and the rest followed suit.

Duke loves playing video games with Damian and even helps Damian beat some tougher levels when Damian is about to rage and destroy the console.

Duke is into Magic the Gathering and you cannot tell me otherwise. Duke also is the DM for the Bat Kids annual D&D games. I can and will make a D&D Batfam Headcanons if asked.

Loves Pho just as much as Cass and Tim and they all call it a date night every now and then where they can go to a hole in the wall pho place. It's really a secret between the three of them.

DUKE THOMAS IS THE BEST SWIMMER OF THE BAT BOYS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. HE JUST THRIVES IN THE WATER.

Finding out his birth father is a supervillain was really tough for him. He went into a shell for a little bit afterwards. Cass and Steph were there to help talk him out of his funk.

Duke Thomas's favorite foods (lol what canon DC hasn't acknowleged our boy in a while..) Chicken Pho, Thai Iced Tea, Papaya, Crab Cakes, Italian Hoagies, his mom's Lemon Poundcake, mint chocolate chip ice cream.

I hope y'all enjoyed! Up next (eventually) will be the Bat Girls!

[cardboard-aliens]

You know...despite I feel like we are different people. I deeply appreciate someone else likes Jack as well. I hope you're doing well and rested enough. Just saying again, nice to see someone else really like Jack as well. Also, Tenenbaum too.

He is simply a good boy!!!! (except for when he's not sjdfklsd) I just love his role in the narrative and the dynamics he has with the rest of the cast, as they're all basically foils for him and paths of people he can choose to be. His arc of over coming his abuse to help fellow victims that had suffered at the same hands as his will forever be my favorite- Love watching a man stand up to his abuser to fight for himself and for the sake of others (along with having the bad ends to show it was an active choice on his part to be better than the people who raised him).

I also just have a penchant for artificial people and character's who have to struggle with perceptions of themselves- that lab rat angst and dehumanization is right up my ally to be followed up with him standing up for himself and taking active control of his life makes it just all feel so complete and I love him.

I also just love characters who are dads. OR who need a dad. And Jack is BOTH- I don't have issues YOU have issues

And Brigid is so good- I love her atonement arc and the slow burn of her realization that she does care, and how it didn't just magically manifest over night. She had to struggle with it and denied it for as long as she could, which is ALSO what I do when something is bothering me sjdfklsdfj But I love how she recognizes there is no way to fix and restore what she's done, and it's something she'll have to carry with her for the rest of her life. Because that's the truth of the matter, you can't just put a band-aid on this and go "all better!" and even as she earns forgiveness of those she wronged it'll never truly make up for what she did.

And i just LOVE Jack & Tenenbaum's relationship so much.......... It's my favorite..... emotionally constipated mother son duo, trying their best to make do with what they've got, because they both care but it's hard because they've been through a lot- and most of it hasn't been good, but Tenenbaum wants right what she can, and Jack wants to have a connection with the one parental figure he's got left and they don't know what they're doing but it makes me SOFT-

Jack & Little Sister & Tenenbaum is the most important dynamic in the franchise tbh- it sets up the emotional core for the other games to follow after.

[headinthestaticsky]

The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 3

None of the characters in Twilight belong to be, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

"'Cause I'm lovesick And I ain't even ashamed And I'm hard up, for some time in your sheets Would you be down to spend all your time with me? 'Cause I'm lovesick."

Lovesick by, BANKS.

The reception looked absolutely beautiful It seemed every inch of it was covered in decorations.

"I have to admit, Alice and Rosalie know what they're doing," Jasper said.

"They even made the cake look appetizing to me... not enough for me to stomach to eat it but still," I replied, ever since I had become a vampire, human food made me sick.

"They've done their job then," Jasper said a smile was still etched on his face.

We began to sway to the music, I melted into him.

"Please call me your baby, baby Look how long that you have kept me waiting I'm all in, look at all that I have given Oh, I know your love before I kissed you And now you have only made me miss you Come get me Come love me, baby come love me."

"'Cause I'm lovesick And I ain't even ashamed And I'm hard up, for some time in your sheets Would you be down to spend all your time with me? 'Cause I'm lovesick."

"I just wish Bree could be out here with the rest of us..."

"I wish she could too, but even if she wasn't presumed dead...being around all the humans wouldn't be good for her," Jasper explained comfortingly.

"I know." I pecked Jasper's cheek.

"Please call me your baby baby baby Look how long that you have kept me waiting I'm all in, look at all that I have given Oh, I know your love before I kissed you And now you have only made me miss you Come get me Come love me, baby come love me."

"'Cause I'm lovesick And I ain't even ashamed And I'm hard up, for some time in your sheets Would you be down to spend all your time with me? 'Cause I'm lovesick.'

"Are you going to tell me where we're going or is it going to be a surprise still." I inquired.

"Patience my love, good things come to those who wait." He teased, biting my lip.

I whined

"I don't wanna wait..."

'Cause I'm lovesick And I ain't even ashamed And I'm hard up for some time in your sheets Would you be down to spend all your time with me? 'Cause I'm lovesick

'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick 'Cause I'm love sick

We broke apart from our loving embrace when the song ended. I scanned the crowd searching to see if I could find Leah and Seth again, when I did I dragged Jasper with me eager to see them.

"Hi, I'm so glad you guys made it!" I greeted them and pulling them both in for a hug.

"Good to see you Fleur, you look beautiful." Leah said, Seth nodded in agreement. I saw Billy Black and Sue standing behind them. I walked up to them and hugged them too.

"I hope you'll be happy Fleur...I wish you both the best." Billy said with a somber tone.

"Thank you."

"Well, I don't know about the rest of you but I plan on getting drunk. Sue, could I interest you in a glass of Champaign?" Dad asked.

Before Sue could speak Billy interrupted them.

"Sparkling fire water. Sounds great." Billy said, almost running over dad's ankles." They all walked away.

"How long do you think it'll take for them to get together?" I asked Jasper.

"I give them a month or 2." Jasper estimated. Two unfamiliar voices greeted us both.

"Fleur, Jasper! Congratulations!" A woman greeted.

"Thank you." Jasper replied.

Two gorgeous vampires greeted us, one male and one female.

"Hi, Umm... Eleazar and Carmen, right?" I guessed.

"Mhm, Hola!" Carmen said.

I then saw three blonde women standing behind them, observing us. Jasper saw me looking at them and answered the thought bubbling in my head.

"Those these are our cousins from Alaska. Tanya, Kate, and Irina."

"We've heard so much about you. I'm Tanya." She greeted sticking out her hand for me to shake it.

"Welcome to the family. Bienvenida." Eleazar added.

"Thank you. You're very welcoming." I said.

"Irina, Come meet Fleur." Carmen called out to her.

I could tell something was troubling Irina and I followed to where her gaze was fixated at. She was looking at Seth, anger was in her eyes.

"I can't do this..." She grumbled.

"You promised," Tanya hissed at her.

"She invited one of them."

Jasper looked to where she was gesturing to and sighed.

"Irina, he's one of our friends."

"They killed Laurent!" She rebutted back

"He tried to kill my sister and I." I explained.

"I don't believe that." She said, getting in my face.

"I suggest you back away now... we don't need to cause a scene." I grumbled getting even closer to her face.

She backed away and left, stomping away.

"I'm sorry you guys, thank for coming." I said, a guilty look made it's way onto my face.

"No no don't worry about it..." Carmen comforted.

"Well. Let's not monopolize the bride. Congratulations." Eleazar said. Walking away with Carmen

"Thank you."

"We're sorry." Tanya said, her and Kate walked away as well.

"Well.. what's a wedding without a little family drama huh?" I asked playfully.

"C'mon you let's go, speeches are starting." Jasper said, pulling me in the direction of the chairs.

"Excuse me. Is this on? Hello?" I heard Rosalie whistle at Emmett.

"Umm, I'd like to propose a toast. To my new sister. Fleur, I hope you've gotten enough sleep these last 19 years. 'Cause you won't be getting any more for a while." Emmett laughed and winked at me.

My mouth was slightly agape and I breathed out a laugh. I turned and saw my dad who downed his glass of champagne. My mother just rolled her eyes and repeated what my father had done. I saw Leah stand up and go over to the stage.

"Fleur... I've known you for as long as I could remember. Some of my favorite memories were with you on that beach. And the reaction you would give every time I would shove you into the freezing cold water."

Everyone in the crowd laughed.

"I know I haven't always been the nicest to you, after my father died I completely blew you off.... I know I treated you coldly. But you still were kind and gracious to me and my brother Seth. So thank you... for always being there for me even when I wasn't there for you. Jasper, you better take care of her, you have a whole lot of people who are willing to hunt you down." Leah finished. Jasper gave her a nod and a smile, a silent promise in a way.

My dad stepped up next, I saw tears in his eyes and gave him a comforting smile.

"Jasper will be a good husband. I know this because I'm a cop. I know things. Like how to hunt somebody to the ends of the Earth... I also know how to shoot a gun. But I also know this because he's loyal and empathetic, and a wonderful influence on my daughter. He sniffled before continuing, I love you Fleur... and I'm so happy for you... for both of you."

"Now that you're my sister, you'll have to get over your version to fashion... Yes, you have some style but... the t-shirt and jeans have got to go... and those god-awful ankle boots have got to go too." Alice said.

"Never!" I jokingly yelled.

"Fleur, I remember when Jasper had come home saying he had finally met "the one." I was skeptical, scared even... my first instinct on you was to hate your guts and keep you away from my family. But then I got to know you and I saw how compassionate and understanding you were. I knew you wouldn't hurt my brother, who had been treated horribly for so long and deserved someone with the same amount of compassion as him. Thank you Fleur, welcome to the family. To Jasper and Fleur!" Rosalie finished raising a champagne glass.

"To Jasper and Fleur!" Everyone repeated.

Dinner had gone by smoothly, everyone was too distracted to notice none of the Cullen's and I had eaten or drunk anything. Soon enough after most of the cake was devoured it was time for us to go. I had to run to the bathroom since my contacts were beginning to dissolve in my eyes due to the venom. When I got back out I saw Alice and Rosalie putting Jasper and I's bags into my car. Before I could make it to my car dad approched me.

"Well... It's gonna be strange, you not living under my roof." He started.

"Yeah. It's gonna be strange for me, too." I replied.

"You know it will always be your home, right?"

I know dad, I love you. Forever. I pulled him in for a hug.

"I love you, too, Petal. I always have and I always will. All right. Go on. You don't wanna miss your plane. Wherever it's going."

"I won't dad... I should probably say bye to mom and Bella too..."

"Good luck Petal," Dad said, humor was in his voice. I sighed and walked my way over to them, they were embracing and saying goodbye to one another, since Bella was going on her honeymoon too.

"Oh, Bella... I will miss you so much, I love you." Renee said tearfully.

"I love you too mom, I will miss you too," Bella replied. They both stopped talking to one another when I approached them. Their faces dropped, it seemed I dampened the mood.

"Well, I'll see you later mom, Bella, have a good one." I said.

"Yes, I'll see you in nine months... I mean... later." Renee said condescendingly.

"Mother, even if I was pregnant I wouldn't let you near my child. They don't need your spews of toxicity around them." I spat out before walking away.

I hugged all of the Cullens before walking up to the car, I was about to get into the driver's seat when I threw the keys at Jasper. His face was in shock.

"Only because we got married, cowboy, it's a present from me to you."

"Thanks, Darlin." He smiled at me.

We began to drive off, I waved at the people in the crowd and smiled at them.

"Ready to go?" Jasper asked.

"Yeah...I'm ready."