#they'd probably eat each other alive

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

Annalise Keating and Greg House would be absolute worsties lbr.

[barnbridges]

you did NOT ask but i think to the core, part of the dislike between marion and good old francis IS her job. he's seen this bitch a thousand times at the blank institutes for fucking up children. he's naturally distrustful of her. especially seeing her do his own... friend in like he's a child. it makes him question if the straights are ok, but like, unironically.

[babyleostuff]

svt with a s/o who loves cooking/ baking | ot13

the ones that cannot cook to save their life - pulling you was the best thing to happen in their life: 

𐙚🧸ྀི wonwoo, vernon, chan, hoshi

in their eyes you're the coolest person alive - how are you able to cook and bake so well is a mystery for them. nonetheless, they’d love to accompany you whenever you’d be cooking/ baking, even if they’d just be watching, while having this cute lovestruck gaze that’d follow your every move. even though they wouldn't help much with the cooking/baking, they would take care of taking away the dirty dishes and washing them, or wiping the countertops if they got dirty, so as not to be completely useless (even though having them, even if they’d just be watching, would be more than enough for you). if you ever baked something, they’d probably take it to practice too, and if anyone would ask them what they were eating, they’d shyly mention that you made it.

his cooking skills are okay-ish, he won’t burn the kitchen down (the food somehow always end up being ass): 

𐙚🧸ྀི jeonghan, joshua, woozi, minghao, seungkwan 

having a partner who can cook and bake so well feels like such a blessing for them. they’d always inhale the food you made, and mention every other second how great it was, and that they have never anything as good as this (they say that anytime you cook/bake something). they'd be a bit hesitant to help you out, worried they might mess something up, but with your encouragement, and directions on what they’re supposed to do, they’d get the hang of it very quickly, and you’d end up having such a fun time. if they took the lunch or snacks you prepared for them to practice, they'd go around and tell people that you made it and that they miss out on so much good food (if anyone asked them for a bite of the food, they’d side eye them and walk away).

the ones that would love to cook alongside you, they wouldn’t burn the kitchen, and the food would be edible: 

𐙚🧸ྀི coups, jun, dk, mingyu

cooking together equals date nights, they’d never miss out on spending quality time with you, and the fact that food is involved? they’re in heaven. you’d have the best time talking, messing around, probably making fun of each other from time to time for messing something up. it’d be so domestic, and they only word you’d be able to describe it as would be home. yep, that’s what home feels like. i’d be a bit hesitant when it comes to baking, though. they’d be like: fuck the proportions, let’s freestyle, and it’d just end up in a huge disaster (i still have nightmares from nana tour, when mingyu wasn’t able to whisk the eggs, my slavic ass is sweating). you can be sure the food would be inhaled by them in less than ten seconds, because if there’s something they love more than cooking with you, it’s eating what you have prepared. 

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[byfulcrums]

Seeing people saying that Satoru doesn't actually care about Suguru and that the only reason Kenjaku caught him was bc he was surprised to see a person he killed alive is fucking wild, man

Like. Gojo's entire life revolves around Geto. The entire series happens because he loved Suguru too much to kill him, even though he knew he would have to do it eventually. The world literally went to shit because he wasn't over him

Geto Suguru's life would be completely unimportant to the story without Gojo Satoru, and Gojo Satoru's would be completely unimportant without Geto Suguru. They complement each other. They need each other

Two male betta fishes can't coexist. They will fight and one will die. They can't see each other — even if they're in different tanks, they won't be able to live. They'd eventually tire each other out, resulting in death. The only way for Satoru and Suguru's lives to be able to continue without the other would've been for them to never have met at all. And they can't be together. Not now, not ever again. Not while they're still alive. Not after everything that's happened

The entire story revolves around their relationship. Yuuji is a boy who ate a curse('s finger[s]), and Megumi is the prodigy who befriends him. Satoru is a prodigy, the strongest, and Suguru, the boy whose technique is eating curses, befriends him. The Jujutsu Kaisen story is all about parallels and they all connect to fucking Satosugu. It's all about them

The only reason Kenjaku's plan worked is because the body he used didn't belong to some random person Gojo killed, it worked because the body he used was Geto Suguru's, Gojo's one and only, his best friend. He must be thinking “Thank god they're gay” right now lmao

Gojo fucking hesitated. He hesitated multiple times when it came to Geto. He was supposed to kill him, yet he let him go. He has the Six Eyes, he could've easily tracked him down. He probably could tell if he was nearby (he can recognize Suguru from his scent) and just didn't go looking for him. And he could've so very easily escaped the trap that was set up for him, he was going to run away from it because we see him about to take that step but then Suguru's body shows up and says “Yo, Satoru!” with Suguru's voice and Satoru freezes and hesitates

They weren't able to let go of each other even after years of being separated (like a decade). When they meet, Suguru still greets Satoru warmly

Suguru is pretty much Satoru's moral code. He was the only person Satoru took at least mildly seriously pre-Toji (and we know Satoru just didn't do serious back then). He actually took his words to heart. He was kind, of course (especially from Suguru's PoV, since he's the person that knows him most), and not a bad person, but he wasn't nice. Suguru was always the ‘nice(r) one’, the one who actually had a moral code, while Satoru was more of an asshole to literally everyone and everything (some more, some less), thinking he and Suguru were above everyone else

When Suguru finally snaps (which, honestly. Fair) and goes genocidal (not so fair), Satoru slowly starts to be somewhat nicer and starts applying Suguru's old moral code to his own being — their roles weren't exactly reversed, but now they're not together anymore, so they might as well be. And Suguru was shown for having faith in the school and its system while it was Satoru the one who absolutely abhorred the higher-ups and all kinds of authority, but then it ended up with Suguru being the one to leave and become a cult leader with the blood of hundreds on his hands while Satoru was the one that stayed behind in the same place of the people he despises so much

(Imagine someone saying something like “Sometimes I doubt you even have a moral code” and Gojo answers with “Oh, my best friend my one and only is pretty much my moral code. He went homicidal a while back but it's okay haha” “...Actually, that explains a few things”)

Gojo doesn't have a god complex, but I wouldn't blame him if he did. I mean, he might as well be the closest thing to god human beings have ever seen. He used to put himself above everyone else, when he was a teenager. He thought that, the higher he was, the more he could do. And no one was better than him. But not Suguru. Back then, it wasn't “I'm the strongest” it was “We're the strongest and “We're the best” and “We're the ones that will beat you” and “We're the duo” and it was all about “us, us, us, us, us” instead of “me, me, me, me” like people thought it was — they were a pair. They still are

We know people thought and still think of Gojo as a weapon. As something that must be controlled, because on the moment he decides he doesn't want to be around them anymore, he could just straight up kill then without any effort (but getting rid of people in positions of power only gets other people in positions of power and it'll be a neverending story, and Gojo knows this so he's trying to do his best to fix it all through the younger generation, by letting them live). And we also know that Suguru is one of the very few people who did not believe that at all

Like their personalities and characters and stories and literally everything, their names complement each other. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are such similar names, I get them mixed up all the time (the amount of times I've called them “Gojo Suguru” and “Geto Satoru” is embarassing. Also, “Saturu”. “Goto”. “Gejo”. Ugh). Both of their last names start with a G, end with an O and have 4 letters. Both of their given names start with an S, end with an U and have 6 letters. They complement each other. They need each other

The only times we've seen Gojo with an expression of actual pure, raw emotion is when it's about Geto. When he finds out about what Geto did, when he realizes how thin and wrong Geto looks, when he sees him again for what we assume to be the first time in years, when he dies, when a thing wearing his corpse and using his voice greets him (“Yo, Satoru!” oh my god)

Suguru was able to fight back when in Kenjaku's control after Satoru said his name. Kenjaku himself says that had never happened before

And you don't even have to see them as romantic. You don't have to ship them if you don't want to. But you can't deny that they care about each other more than they will ever care about anyone else

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Creeps during the eclipse

Considering this doesn't happen very often, I thought I'd take advantage of it :)

Listen, I'm gonna start this off by saying it; nobody is more excited about the eclipse than Slender. I feel like with how long he's been alive he gets really excited about being able to see another one, so he takes this event very seriously. I feel like with his money and abilities, he also takes everyone into the path of totality for this specific eclipse. I think he takes everyone to a spot on Earth to see it, instead of staying in the Underworld (I think it happens in the Underworld and Overworld too), but luckily in my canon if you have a pact with Slender and you're non-human, you can have a human form, so everyone gets to go.

I think Slender's brothers also probably tag along, and I think people like Toby's mom or anyone's partners would come as well, so everyone really makes a day out of it. I think they probably picked a nice spot, somewhere in the path of totality where not a lot of people will end up being. Slender and Tim are hard at work making a picnic for everyone so they all have plenty of food to eat, and of course they bring along some comfy blankets for everyone to lounge about on too. BEN probably makes sure to bring enough portable devices and chargers for himself and everyone else to do anything online or some gaming if they'd like to, and I feel like at his request there was a large portable gazebo brought as well for everyone to hang out under and get some shade while they wait for the eclipse to happen. They have enough glasses for everyone as well, and I feel like Slender makes sure that that everyone wears them otherwise he will, "Kick their asses into next week if they don't take care of themselves, and they can quote him on that". 

I feel like they also probably brought a football and just a regular ball to throw around, and a soccer ball to play with as well. Jeff, Toby, and Natalie are probably the ones messing around and throwing stuff the most, and they're also the ones getting yelled at the most for accidentally knocking things over and bothering people. Everyone honestly has a blast out there together though, and once it gets close enough to the actual eclipse they all settle down in the gazebo until it's time to look at it. They've all got their glasses on, and pretty much everyone (especially Slender) is trying to record it or take pictures, and it's probably the most quiet everyone is for the entire day. At least, until it's about one second after the eclipse happens and everyone is cheering and yelling about it. I think they'd probably still spend time in that spot for a few hours, enjoying their time and hanging out, catching up on things with each other, and having a lot of fun. I think Slender also probably takes a lot of group photos, and individual ones of everyone just hanging out all day, and even a few during the total eclipse. He definitely adds them all to their own specific photo album to remember the day.

[peachesofteal]

Hey Peach!!

I just read the ultimate angst post you made and I'm literally not ok but I absolutely love your writing. You write angst so so well it's astonishing and I strive to write at your level one day.

But I can't get all these possible scenarios out of my head about that au so I thought I might share them with you.

So I'm thinking Darling is going to the motions of grief and anger as the boys leave and so decides to ignore them completely. Like she goes ghost mode on them. They text her their apologies on the day their leaving and for obvious reasons can't keep in touch after that.

Darling is a complete mess for the first couple of months after their departure. Living in that apartment alone would become too much for her. Every nook every coner holding precious memories of their times together. She would cry looking at the knick knacks they'd left behind accidentally. Fantasizing about what could have been if she had told them, If they hadn't decided to break up on the spot without consulting her, if they had communicated better. But it's too late now, their gone and she can't even let them know she's pregnant, not that she wants to anymore after being dumped like that.

She decides eventually to pull herself together for herself and her growing child. An apartment move was very necessary for her mental well-being so she decides to move somewhere her child can have a fulfilling upbringing. A fresh start somewhere where she isn't consumed by their memories. Somewhere that doesn't remind her of them when she's walking through the park where she would pick wild flowers together with Johnny to put in pretty vases on the dinning table or going to their favourite grocery store and shops looking for ingredients to try new recipes together which might not always turn out great. Or when the local pub owners ask where her pretty men are when their away on ops. Those little things would chip away at her if she had to think about them constantly.

So she moves and begins her difficult and lonely journey as a single parent but still trying to enjoy all her first milestone of her pregnancy. She goes to these wellness classes for expecting mothers where she has to watch couples enjoying their pregnancy together while she sits there all alone. It's difficult to attend these check-ups and classes but she manages for the sake of her child. She might have a little gender reveal by herself or with some friends but in my head darling might go to a bakery with the little slip of paper the maternity nurse had given her and asks them if they could make a cupcake with the adjacent colour filling on the inside so she can celebrate at home, probably with some nice food and her favourite movie. Deciding the name of the child, painting and decorating a nursery, going clothes shopping she wishes she had them there with her as much as she doesn't want to admit missing them, she also might cry alot along her journey but she is constantly learning as she goes along to give her child the best possible life she can provide. But as her mental health fluctuates she finds it increasingly difficult to take care of herself as she nears the due date to give birth.

All this is happening while the boys are on their very difficult and taxing mission. Trying their best to stay alive for each other while dealing with the guilt of hurting darling the way they did . They try to rationalize their decision to break up with her to dissipate their growing guilt but to no avail. They're constantly thinking about her, wondering how she's faring, if she's eating well, if she's recovering from the hurt they caused. They hope to come back alive to talk to explain their reasoning for their decision and try to make it up to her again. Not realising the darling they had left behind was long gone by the time they would get back.

Sorry for going off on a tangent I hope you enjoy my little take on your au. The real angsty parts comes when they get back a realize she's gone for good. Thanks again for blessing us with your writing 💗

I am throwing writing tools at you! Books! Notebooks! Pens! Paper! Laptops! Disco baby au 18+ Mature themes.

I love all of this, but one thing that really sticks with me is the image of Darling, sitting at the kitchen table, alone with a cupcake. You don't have a party, don't have friends over, you just go to the bakery and get this one, singular cupcake, made for yourself.

And then, when you finally get home, after a way too long day at work, your body sore and back tired, you sit down in front of it.

You always thought, that if you were to have a baby, this is something you'd do with your partners, if you even chose to do it at all. You always envisioned not finding out, leaving it for a surprise when the time comes, but this... none of it feels right. None of it feels like it should, and you think that means you shouldn't wait. You should get to know, right now, since there's no one else to share it with, no one else who even cares.

So, when you finally cut into it, and finally see that stupid color on the inside (because also, screw this whole concept to begin with) you don't feel joy. Or excitement. You feel crippling sadness, and you rest your head on the table as you start to cry, cradling your belly with a hand when the baby starts to move.

This was supposed to be good. We were supposed to be happy. You can't not think about the way Johnny would whoop and cause such a ruckus at the news, the way his eyes would light up and how he would pull you in for a devastating kiss. You think about Simon, and the way his eyes would grow wet, even though he swore he wasn't crying, how he would hold you and tell you how happy he is, how much he loves all three of you now. You, Johnny, and little baby girl.

You can almost see them, in the flat, almost hear them, and if you close you eyes, you can picture them sitting on either side of you, holding your hand, kissing your skin slowly. Making you feel loved. Making you feel safe.

But they're not there. You're alone. You, and little baby girl, doing it on your own.

[azulhood]

Johnny 13 accidentally gains a brother.

He didn't plan for this to happen, it just did!

He was visiting his hometown, hanging around crime alley when a street rat tried to steal his bike having not noticed him.

The kid was in the middle of trying to Hotwire his bike when he couldn't help but comment. "It's the other wire, that one sets the alarm off."

"Thanks." The kid replied distractedly letting go of the slightly glowing green wire and reaching for the faintly glowing red wire.

A quiet pause.

The kid slowly turned his head so that he was looking into Johnny's eyes. "This is your bike, ain't it?" The kid asked having realised he wasn't alone.

Johnny smiled with maybe one too many teeth but luckily the kid didn't seem phased "Yep."

The kid nodded as if it was just his luck. "Ya gonna beat me up?"

"Nah, it's not like I ain't Hotwire my own fair share." He wasn't worried that the kid would steal his bike, and if the kid managed to pull it off the bike would just return to him.

"Come on kid, let's get something to eat." The kid narrowed his eyes in suspicion as Johnny walked away, that's fine, it was the kid's choice if he followed or not.

Curiosity and hunger seemed to win out as the kid fell in step beside him.

Johnny found the nearest bat burger (they weren't around when he was alive and not something he'd ever really get used to) and got a family meal with money he had 'burrowed' from the residents of Amity Park.

"Why you doing this?" The kid questioned after devouring three burgers and starting on his fourth.

Johnny shrugged. "Just know what it's like to go hungry is all." He didn't really know, maybe it was because the kid reminded him of himself or maybe it was just Phantom was rubbing off on him.

It was time for them to go their separate ways once the meal was finished and the few leftovers hidden away.

His bike was right where he left it "hey, kid. What's your name?" Johnny asked as he started the ignition.

The kid stared right into his eyes, like he was weighing Johnny's worth. "Jason."

"Jason Todd" The kid said it slow, like each word was a mistake.

Jason Todd,huh? Johnny committed it to memory. "Name's Johnny, kid." He gave back. "I'll see you around."

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After that it became a sort of habit to find the kid, buy him food and listen to whatever was happening in town, whenever he visited Gotham.

The other ghosts thought it was funny, one of them even jokingly said "welcome to parenthood."

But it didn't feel like Jason was his kid. It felt more like... Having a little brother.

Yeah, that was it.

One day Johnny rolled into Gotham with a crisp one hundred in his pocket, unknowingly donated by the Manson family, fullly intending on buying Jason some new clothes, probably a few books, and maybe a new lock pick set.

But he couldn't find him.

Johnny searched crime alley top to bottom, he checked the police headquarters, checked every bat burger, checked the docks.

He ignored the growing pit of worry that in his chest.

Johnny finally found Jason in a swanky mansion that was obviously owned by someone who could give plasmius a run for his money.

Jason, book worm that he was, was found sitting in the mansions library.

Really one of these days Johnny should introduce him to Ghostwriter, they'd get along great.

"Hey, kid."

Jason jumped and whatever book he was reading fell out of his hands.

He lit up once he saw who it was. "Johnny, you're here!" That excitement turned to fear and worry "You can't be here, what if you get caught?"

Johnny waved the kid's worry away. "Don't sweat it, nobody sees me if I don't want'em to." Then it was Johnny's turn to be concerned. "What happened, I couldn't find you in crime alley."

Jason's face went through a complicated range of emotions. "I got adopted by Bruce Wayne."

Johnny's eyes flashed, he knew the horror stories about adoption. "He treating you okay?" The man would never breathe again if he wasn't.

Seeing the possible murder scene, Jason eased his worries. "Yeah, he's fine, it's just a bit weird."

Homicide prevented for now.

Johnny took a seat across from the kid in a chair that was probably worth more then Johnny owned living or dead. "Alright, fill me in."

And Jason did.

Johnny learned about how he was caught stealing the wheels off the Batmobile (he couldn't tell if that was bravery or stupidity) by the Batman which somehow led to Bruce Wayne adopting him.

"I think his other kid doesn't like me much, but it ain't bad here." Jason said as he finished his story.

Johnny quietly nodded as he absorbed the information and thought about where to go from here.

He had planned on getting Jason a nice home (woulda offered his own haunt if the living could live in the ghost zone) preferably in Amity where he could meet everyone. (Kitty would love him)

Here Jason had the chance to never go hungry, get into good schools, always have what he needed.

This situation was...ideal.

Even if Johnny wasn't happy with it. "You happy here?" What mattered was that Jason was.

Jason visibly thought about it. "...Yeah...I am."

And the decision was made.

"You know you can come to me for anything, right? If you want to get out of here or just want someone to talk to." Johnny needed the kid to know that.

Jason rolled his eyes but replied. "Yeah, Johnny, I know."

So Johnny left reluctantly feeling like he was making a mistake somehow.

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Johnny was fighting Phantom with Kitty when he felt it.

He felt Jason die.

And Johnny s c r e a m e d

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He nearly tore apart the ghost zone in his search for Jason's ghost.

There was no way that Jason didn't form a ghost with the amount of time exposed to Johnny's ectoplasmic self.

Kitty helped him search, everyone helped him search, even Phantom.

But he couldn't find his little brother.

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Then he felt it.

He felt Jason come back to life.

He didn't know the details and he didn't care. All that mattered was that the kid was alive.

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He tried to search the living realm for the kid, which would have been made a ton easier if the GIW wasn't shooting at him every ten minutes.

At some point he gave up looking and waited instead.

Jason would find his way home to Gotham at some point, all Johnny had to do was wait.

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Johnny knew the second Jason stepped into the fair city of Gotham.

He broke many speeding limits and traffic laws on his way there but he didn't care.

Especially when he saw Jason on the streets, he looked different but Johnny would know that kid anywhere.

Johnny opened his mouth to call out.

But then Jason with him and his mouth snapped shut with a click.

There wasn't even a glimmer of recognition in Jason's eyes.

His brother didn't remember him.

[teal-fiend]

safe vore post?

Don't get me wrong, digestion is still close to my heart. For better or worse it can be an extreme power fantasy. The fantasy is literally just destroying someone (or inversely, being destroyed by someone)

Safe vore is more of an indirect display of power. Because there are no serious consequences (within the fantasy), it can be more nuanced.

And it might be more realistic in the sense that it mimics actual real life integration of vore. As in, you can't digest someone irl. You can pretend to, or you can simulate being eaten / eating someone. so anyway

here are some scenarios i thought of (which probably already exist, but there are no true original ideas):

a pred eating a prey just to prove that they can. And they could probably digest them too, if they wanted to. Maybe the pred is being disrespectful, by putting the prey in their stomach, treating them like nothing but food. You don't put people you look up to in your stomach, that's where your lunch goes. And maybe the pred has a sandwich after that, to drive the point home. The pred will let the prey out eventually, but the prey won't forget the embarrassment of being eaten

a prey who fantasises about being eaten, convinces their pred s/o to eat them. The pred is skeptical because they don't see the prey as food, and they don't want to eat them really. But the prey assures them that they don't need to be digested (even if they might want to be). It's enough for the pred to just pretend. The pred will swallow the prey, and then tell the prey about what a filling meal they were, and even if the prey knows that the pred isn't being genuine, they can still get lost in the fantasy of being eaten by their partner.

the classic 'we have to do vore because it's cold out' but make it that the two don't like each other. But the prey isn't suited for the weather, and they'd likely freeze if the pred doesn't eat them. And the pred is like ug fine. And if they get rescued they find the pred with a suspiciously full belly. And the rescuers are like:

'How could u? I know u didn't like them but still, why would u resort to eating them, it hasn't even been that long.'

But the pred says no, the prey is alive and spits them out. And everyone's like Aw you are so kind, you worked together for once. the end.

pred who just eats prey bc they are bored. Digesting is too time consuming, so they just eat the prey, have their fun, but release them before their body digests. The pred does it because it amuses them, it pleases their predatory instincts, they like to feel their food wriggling sometimes. and it's comforting. A recreational predator.

pred who is hired to eat people for money. But who isn't allowed to digest them for obvious reasons. Maybe they enjoy it, maybe it's just a job to them, likely a combination of the two. Especially since they make decent money off of it, they can pay for their student loans.

[donelywell]

Gotta ask the obvious question here: Hypothetically, what would happen if Tails ever found out about his bio siblings? Or his maybe his bio siblings find out about him? Or maybe even both?

In a different world where Tails and the twins find out that they have a sibling(s), they'd want to get to know each other.

Sonic would obviously be down for going out and trying to find his kids biological siblings (and having a 'fun' conversation with his former 'parents').

Tails would be excited but scared. He would have his curiosity eat at him until he pushes his fears aside and goes looking for them. He would immediately be filled with questions like 'Do they know I am alive?' 'Why did they not look for me?' 'Did they leave me?' 'Do they have two tails too?' and what he fears the most 'Would they want to take me back? Could they take me away from Sonic and the Tornado? Could they legally do that?'

Floris and Fiona would be pissed at their parents for not telling them about their secret brother. Floris would have to be talked out of running away to find their brother by Fiona several times.

If they ever found each other, they'd try to connect, get to know each other. But they wouldn't end up seeing each other as siblings, more just friends. Floris would easily be Tails' friend with her friendly personality while Fiona would take a little more effort to get to know. They'd both probably get a communicator wrist device from Tails as a way to keep in contact with each other.

But, sadly we don't live in that world, they probably never will know (to Sonic's dismay, he really wants to knock some sense into those adults)

Thank you for the question! :D

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Between the Ropes… a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley fanfic.

Chapter 20: dark hair and soft skin… forever...

Jey sat in the back of the Uber, gripping his phone as his leg bounced uncontrollably. His chest felt tight, and sweat slicked his palms. The rhythmic hum of the car’s engine should have been soothing, but every bump in the road made his stomach lurch. It was like the anxiety was rolling around inside him, threatening to spill over. The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror a couple of times but said nothing. Jey could feel his throat closing up, and the desire to throw up kept crawling closer with each passing second.

"Come home to me."

The words echoed relentlessly in his head. Rhea’s voice had sounded so desperate when she said it. That final plea. He’d tried calling her three times since she hung up. Once on the way to the airport, once before he turned his phone on airplane mode, and once as soon as he landed.

Each call went straight to voicemail. Each time, her name popped up on his screen, only for her to decline. He couldn’t shake the hollow pit growing deeper in his chest every time she didn’t pick up.

That last call, the way her voice cracked when she said those four words, and the way she hung up afterward… something wasn’t right. And it was eating him alive.

"Come home to me."

Jey squeezed his eyes shut, forcing down the nausea rising in his throat. He leaned forward slightly, resting his forehead against the cool window of the car. Home.

He had no clue what to expect when he got to Jon and Trinity's place. Part of him wanted to jump out of the car and run the rest of the way, as if that would somehow get him there faster. The other part of him dreaded walking through that door, afraid of what might be waiting on the other side.

"Come home to me."

His heart pounded, each beat louder and more erratic than the last. It felt like someone had taken the air out of the car, like the walls were closing in on him. He could barely breathe.

This wasn’t just a fight. Rhea wasn’t one to cut him off like that, especially after everything they'd been through. This was something bigger, something Jey couldn’t wrap his head around.

When the Uber finally slowed down in front of Jon and Trinity’s house, Jey’s anxiety spiked even higher. He could feel it in his chest, tightening like a fist around his heart. The driver turned back and said something, but Jey barely registered it. He just thanked the driver.

Stepping out of the car, he stared at the house. It felt surreal. The lights were on, and he could see shadows moving behind the windows. Jon and Trinity were probably inside, waiting for him, unaware of the storm raging inside his head. But it wasn’t them he was thinking about. It was Rhea.

He didn’t know what he was walking into, but he had to face it.

Jey took a deep breath, then started up the driveway. Each step felt heavier than the last. His heart hammered in his chest, and Rhea’s voice kept playing in his head like a broken record.

"Come home to me."

He stopped just before the front door, his hand hovering over the doorknob. Part of him wanted to call her one last time, just to hear her voice, even if she declined again. Maybe this time she’d pick up.

He unlocked his phone, staring at her contact photo for a second, thumb hovering over the call button. Then, before he could think better of it, he dialed.

The phone rang once. Twice.

Then it stopped. Voicemail.

Jey exhaled a shaky breath. His heart sank, but he pocketed the phone and pushed open the door.

It was time to face whatever was waiting inside.

Jey stepped through the door, his stomach still twisted in knots. He could feel Jon and Trinity’s eyes on him as he entered the house, but neither of them said a word. Their conversation halted mid-sentence, replaced by the kind of silence that weighed heavy, like they already knew something was off.

He didn’t look at them. Didn’t have the energy to explain anything.

His bag landed with a dull thud beside the staircase as he made his way up, each step feeling like it would give out beneath him. His heart raced in his chest, and all he could think about was Rhea—the tension in her voice, the hurt he hadn’t been able to fix with any of his calls.

As he reached the guest bedroom, the door stood slightly ajar. He paused, took one more deep breath, and pushed it open. The sight of Rhea sitting in the middle of the empty bed hit him hard. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, her eyes vacant, staring at nothing. She looked small, lost in the sea of blankets that had once felt like a haven for the both of them.

Without a word, Jey crossed the room and sat down beside her. His hands fidgeted on his knees, searching for something to hold onto, but there was nothing. The silence between them was deafening, both of them waiting for the other to say something.

Finally, Rhea broke the quiet. "Do you regret me?"

Her voice was soft, but the question was sharp, cutting through Jey’s chest like a blade. He didn’t hesitate—he couldn’t.

"No," he said firmly. His heart ached with the sincerity of his answer. How could she even think that? Regret her? Regret them? No matter what had happened, she was the only thing that felt real to him.

Rhea nodded but didn’t look at him. Her voice wavered as she spoke again, this time with a quiet edge. "Then why is it that the first time you get a night out, you go and get completely hammered?"

Jey opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. The words got stuck in his throat. He felt her eyes on him, waiting, expecting an explanation he didn’t have.

"It wasn’t like that," he finally managed to say, but the words felt weak, hollow. "I’ve just been… under a little stress, that’s all."

Rhea stood up, frustration radiating off her in waves. She crossed her arms, pacing at the foot of the bed, her movements sharp and quick. "We’re all under stress, Jey! But you don’t see me going out and drinking until I can barely stand." Her voice grew louder, each word punctuating the room.

Jey’s hands clenched into fists. He hated feeling like this, hated seeing her hurt because of him. "I just wanted things to feel normal for a little bit," he said, almost pleading.

Rhea stopped pacing. She froze in place, her back turned to him. Silence stretched between them again, this time heavier, almost suffocating. Jey felt the weight of his words hanging in the air, the sting of them settling in his chest.

She turned around slowly, her face unreadable. "Normal?" she echoed, her voice quiet but loaded with disbelief. "What part of our lives has been normal since I walked into your room that night?"

Her eyes locked onto his, the raw vulnerability behind them cutting him deeper than any argument they’d ever had. She was referencing that night—the night everything changed, when they crossed a line they could never uncross.

Jey swallowed hard, the memories flooding back, uninvited and relentless. He could still see her standing in his doorway, hesitant but needing him in the same way he needed her. The tension, the pull between them—it had felt inevitable. But now, looking at her, he wondered if it was all a mistake.

"Rhea…" he started, but the words got lost before he could finish.

"Maybe I shouldn’t have gone to your room that night," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. It wasn’t accusatory, more like a realization she was saying out loud for the first time.

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. The truth behind them terrified him. Had it all been a mistake? Had they ruined everything—their lives, their relationships—for something that wasn’t meant to be?

"No," Jey whispered, his voice breaking. "Don’t say that." He stood up, closing the space between them, his hand reaching for hers, but she pulled away. His heart dropped as the distance between them grew wider, not just physically but emotionally, a chasm he wasn’t sure he could bridge.

"Rhea, we both know that night… It wasn’t just a mistake. It was more than that."

She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "But look at us now, Jey. Is this what you wanted? Because I don’t know how much more I can take."

Jey felt his chest tighten again. He wanted to tell her it would be okay, that they could fix this. But the truth was, he didn’t have the answers anymore. He didn’t know if they could go back. All he knew was that he couldn’t lose her, not like this.

"I didn’t want any of this to happen," he said softly. "But I don’t regret you. I never will."

Rhea wiped her eyes, her expression softening, but the hurt was still there. She sat back down on the bed, and for a moment, they were both lost in the quiet of the room, the weight of everything they’d been through pressing down on them.

Jey’s heart pounded in his chest as he took a deep breath, staring at Rhea as she sat back on the bed, her eyes still red from their raw conversation. He knew he had to do this now, that this was the moment. He couldn’t let her think for one more second that he would ever walk away, that he could ever regret her.

“Whatever you do, no matter what happens, I’m not leaving you,” he said, his voice steady but full of emotion. His gaze didn’t waver. She needed to hear him, to know he meant every word.

For a brief second, his mind flickered to Jaciyah, his son. A promise he’d made to himself—to keep things steady, to focus on being a father. But this was different. This was his future, too. He felt the weight of that promise lift as he reached into his pocket, something small and hidden that had been burning a hole there since he picked it up. Breaking his promise to Jaciyah, just for this moment, Jey got down on one knee.

The sudden motion caught Rhea off guard. Her breath hitched, and she began to hyperventilate, eyes widening in shock. “Jey, what—?”

He grabbed her hand gently, grounding her. His thumb stroked the back of her hand, and he met her gaze, his voice soft but unwavering. “Demi Adams,” he began, using her real name, his tone thick with emotion. “I have loved you since the moment I saw you.”

Rhea’s breath was still uneven, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but she didn’t pull away. Her wide, tearful eyes locked on him, as if she couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

“I don’t regret asking you to come to my room,” Jey continued, his voice growing steadier with each word. “I don’t regret how me and you spent these last months together. I don’t regret divorcing my ex. I don’t regret every single time I ditched an interview or missed a PR fest just to stay in your hotel room and watch scary movies with you.”

Rhea’s face crumpled at his words, tears pooling in her eyes, her free hand pressed against her mouth.

“I don’t regret risking my career for you,” Jey’s voice softened, but it was laced with intensity, every word charged with the love he couldn’t hide anymore. “I don’t regret anything. But what I do regret…” He paused, taking a deep breath. “What I do regret is not doing this sooner.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. Rhea’s hand trembled in his as she gasped. Jey slowly opened the box, revealing a ring—a delicate but stunning band, intricately designed with a diamond that shimmered under the dim light. The center of the ring had a small, personal touch—their baby’s ashes, forever encased in the stone.

“This ring… contains our baby,” Jey said softly, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “Demi… will you marry me?”

Rhea was already crying, but now her sobs grew heavier. She looked at Jey with so much love, so much raw emotion, that it was almost overwhelming. Her hand trembled in his, and her tears spilled down her cheeks as she struggled to speak. But the words came, filled with all the love and hope she had been holding back.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, her voice breaking as she fell forward, throwing her arms around him. “Yes! Yes!”

Jey’s heart surged, and he slid the ring onto her finger, his hands gentle but sure. The moment it was on, they both paused for a beat, staring at the symbol of their love, of everything they’d been through and everything they were yet to face.

Then Jey pulled her closer, their lips meeting in a kiss so full of passion and relief that it felt like the weight of the world had fallen away. Rhea clung to him, her tears still streaming down her face as she kissed him, as if sealing the promise they had just made to each other.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, both of them breathing heavily, their hearts pounding in sync. The room was quiet, but it was filled with the kind of peace that only came from knowing they were finally where they were meant to be—together.

“I love you,” Rhea whispered through her tears, her fingers gently tracing the back of Jey’s neck. “I’ve always loved you.”

Jey smiled, his thumb brushing away the tears on her cheeks as he whispered back, “And I’ve always loved you.”

In that moment, it didn’t matter what they had faced, or what they still had to face. They had each other, and for Jey, that was enough.

Jon and Trinity tumbled onto the floor, practically crashing through the doorframe in their eagerness to eavesdrop, a tangle of limbs and laughter. Rhea burst out laughing at the sight, wiping away the remnants of her tears. Jey rolled his eyes, clearly used to his brother’s antics.

"You couldn't wait?" Jey asked, eyebrow raised, his tone half-amused, half-exasperated.

Jon shook his head unapologetically. "Nope. You know I had to hear how this would play out."

Trinity quickly got up, brushing herself off with a wide grin. “Let me see it!” she squealed, reaching for Rhea’s hand.

Rhea smiled and held out her hand, flashing the ring. Trinity gasped, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she grabbed Rhea’s hand to inspect the ring more closely. “Oh my God, it’s beautiful!” she gushed. “You two are so perfect together!”

Jon clapped Jey on the back, the same grin plastered on his face. “You did good, bro.”

Rhea leaned into Jey, still grinning, and kissed him again, her heart feeling lighter than it had in months. The tension that had been looming between them earlier seemed to have melted away. Everything felt right.

As the excitement settled, Jey finally asked the question that had been gnawing at him since he walked into the nearly empty house. “Okay, I get that you and Trinity are moving, but seriously—there’s no furniture anywhere.” He glanced around the bare room, gesturing at the vacant space.

Jon chuckled. “Yeah, we move the couch and beds tomorrow once the electricity turns on,” he explained. “Everything else is already packed and in the new place.”

Jey nodded, still a bit thrown by how empty the place felt. “Man, this house used to be full of stuff… now it’s like a ghost town.”

Rhea glanced around as well, noticing how stark and hollow it felt without the usual warmth and clutter of their shared life. “It’s weird seeing it like this.”

Trinity sighed, folding her arms. “Yeah, it’s bittersweet. We had a lot of good times here, but it’s time for a new chapter.”

Rhea nodded in agreement, squeezing Jey’s hand. “New chapters are good.”

Jon grinned, eyeing Jey and Rhea with a smirk. “Speaking of new chapters, I guess we’ll be expecting another wedding soon, huh?”

Jey shot him a look, but couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face. “One step at a time, man.”

Jon just laughed, clearly enjoying every second of this moment. “Well, I can’t wait. It’s gonna be wild. You two deserve all the happiness in the world.”

Jey wrapped his arm around Rhea’s shoulders, pulling her close. “Yeah, we do,” he said quietly, his gaze softening as he looked at her.

Rhea smiled up at him, the warmth of their shared future shining in her eyes. The road ahead might still have its bumps, but they were ready to face it—together.

—

Jey stepped out of the bathroom, steam trailing behind him as he dried his face with a towel. The soft hum of the bathroom fan mixed with Rhea’s voice drifting from the bedroom.

“Don’t forget to put the stuff back, honey. We’re leaving tomorrow morning when Trinity goes to the airport,” she reminded him.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it,” Jey replied, half-smiling to himself as he grabbed his shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, tossing them into his travel bag. He zipped it up, satisfied that everything was packed and ready to go for moving day tomorrow.

With the day winding down, he strolled back into the guest bedroom, the soft light casting a golden glow on the walls. Rhea was already snuggled under the comforter, her long hair spread across the pillow. The blanket was pulled up high, but he could still see the hint of her pink Yeet shirt peeking out.

Jey sighed and slid into bed beside her, immediately feeling the contrast between the cool sheets and her warm body. “I want some warmth…” he murmured with a pout, his voice playful as he nudged her with his arm.

Rhea smiled, her eyes flickering with amusement as she opened the blanket for him. “Come here then,” she said softly.

Jey grinned and slid in closer, wrapping his arms around her as the comforter enveloped them both. His hand gently traced the fabric of her shirt, and that’s when he noticed her matching pink boyshorts. His grin widened, his tone teasing. “Well, well… someone’s feeling frisky tonight,” he said, leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips.

Rhea blushed, her cheeks a light shade of pink as she smiled up at him. “You’re ridiculous,” she whispered, but the smile never left her face as Jey kissed her neck, sending a warm shiver down her spine.

As his lips lingered near her ear, he suddenly pulled back, changing the subject in true Jey fashion. “Hey, speaking of surprises… why is there an $800 charge on the credit card, by the way?”

Rhea giggled, the shift in conversation catching her off guard. “Oh, that? That’s just the down payment for the bedroom sets at Furniture Row,” she explained with a casual shrug.

Jey groaned, hitting his head lightly with his hand. “Oh man, I totally forgot about that. Did you at least get the Posturepedic? You know, for my back?” he asked, his voice trailing into a playful whine.

Rhea laughed, giving him a playful nudge. “Only for my old man,” she teased, making fun of the ten-year age gap between them.

Jey chuckled, pulling her in tighter as he leaned back on the pillows. “Old man, huh? Have you seen my matches? My back…” He exaggerated a wince, rubbing his lower back dramatically, pretending to be in pain.

Rhea rolled her eyes, laughing at his antics. “You’re such a baby.”

Jey smirked, kissing the top of her head. “Hey, I’m just saying… a Posturepedic could do wonders.”

Rhea smiled, resting her head on his chest as they both settled in, the gentle hum of the night surrounding them.

“Hey babe… where are the furries actually?” Jey said in referencing to Rhea’s pets.

“Jon took the liberty of driving them up to Pensacola yesterday, they are at a nice resort. Jon is going to pick them up on Sunday. I’ve been getting updates on them since yesterday, want to see?” Rhea asked pulling out her phone. Jey nodded, curious to see his step furbabies.

Tomorrow might be a bit hectic, but for now, they had each other, wrapped in warmth and laughter as they saw funny pictures of the animals.

—

Rhea stirred from her sleep, feeling the soft, familiar sensation of Jey’s lips pressing gently against her neck. A lazy smile spread across her face before she even opened her eyes. She loved waking up like this—Jey’s warmth, his affection, and the sense of peace it brought her. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, her gaze landing on his face hovering above her.

Her smile widened as she noticed the state of his messy mullet. His hair was all over the place, like he’d been tossing and turning all night, and she couldn't help but laugh softly.

“Mornin’, beautiful,” Jey greeted her, his lips curving into a grin. “Jon and Trinity are already up, and we gotta get moving too.”

Rhea stretched beneath the covers, feeling the comfort of the bed for one last moment before their busy day began. “What time is it?” she asked groggily, still half-asleep.

“Almost seven. Movers are here. They’re taking the beds and couches to the new house today, so we gotta get ready.”

Rhea groaned softly, reluctantly pushing herself up onto her elbows. “Already?” she asked, looking over at the clock on the nightstand.

“Yeah, babe. You know how Jon and Trinity are—early birds,” Jey teased, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Plus, the sooner we get everything moved, the sooner Jon will be relaxed.

Rhea sat up fully now, pulling the comforter tighter around her as the cool morning air hit her skin. “Ugh, okay, okay. I’ll get ready,” she muttered, still trying to shake the sleep from her body.

Jey watched her with an amused smile as he stood from the bed, heading over to his suitcase. “I already packed most of my stuff,” he said, giving her a wink. “You know, tryin’ to impress you with my efficiency.”

Rhea snorted, playfully rolling her eyes. “Oh, wow, aren’t you just the model fiancé?” she teased.

Jey laughed, his deep voice filling the room. “Damn right. Now come on, let’s get to it before Jon comes in here and drags us out of bed himself.”

Rhea smiled, finally slipping out from under the covers. “Fine, but I’m getting my last coffee bottle out of the fridge,” she said, pulling her pink Yeet shirt down as she padded towards her bags.

Jey watched her with a smirk. “Deal. But once you’re caffeinated, it’s game on.” He walked over, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before heading to the door. “I’ll go check on the movers. See you downstairs in a few?”

Rhea nodded, rubbing her eyes one last time before standing tall and grabbing her overnight bag. “I’ll be there,” she promised.

As Jey disappeared down the hallway, she took a deep breath, staring around the now mostly empty guest room. It had been a whirlwind few days—helping Jon and Trinity move into their new house, getting the arrangements for their new house, getting Jey’s car and his clothes from the storage unit in California delivered to Florida, travel schedules for the next show, it was a lot. But somehow, in the midst of it all, she and Jey were closer than ever.

—

Rhea and Jey stood side by side, watching as the movers loaded the last of the beds and couches into the back of the moving truck. The morning air was still cool, but the sun had begun to rise, casting a golden hue over Jon and Trinity’s now-empty house. There was a sense of finality as the truck door slammed shut with a loud clank, signaling that the packing was done and the moving journey was about to begin.

Jey wrapped an arm around Rhea’s waist, pulling her close as they both took a deep breath. His voice soft, though there was a hint of excitement beneath it. “Next stop: Pensacola.”

Rhea smiled up at him. “I can’t believe this is really happening,” she said, leaning into his side. “It feels so… real now. I’m so happy for Jon and Trinity…”

Jey pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “It’s gonna be good for us too. Fresh start and all that.”

As they stood there, Jon came walking out of the house after doing a final walkthrough. He locked the door and turned to face them with a satisfied look on his face, though there was a hint of bittersweetness in his eyes. “That’s it,” Jon said, jingling the keys in his hand before slipping them into his pocket. “All packed up.”

He approached Jey and Rhea, handing Jey the key to their new house. “Here’s the key. The movers should meet you there in a couple of hours. I’ll text you the address once we’re on the road, just in case, but it’s all set. The electricity should be on, but if it’s not, call me, and I’ll handle it.”

Jey nodded, taking the key from Jon and slipping it into his pocket. “Got it, man. We’ll head out now.”

Jon clapped a hand on Jey’s shoulder. “Don’t fuck up the house before I do..” he said with a grin, though his tone was affectionate. “I will drop Trinity off and then I’ll be there about an hour after you two…”

Rhea smiled at the exchange, appreciating how close the brothers were. Jon and Trinity had been so supportive through everything, and she was grateful they’d be in Pensacola with them soon.

Jon gave them both a nod, then turned to his Mustang, where Trinity was waiting in the driver’s seat. “I’ll catch up. Safe drive, alright?”

Jey chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, we got it. Don’t break down now..”he teased, giving Rhea a wink.

Rhea rolled her eyes, smirking as she headed to her Jeep. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you in the dust… much.”

Jey climbed into Trinity’s white Escalade, settling into the driver’s seat. He tapped the steering wheel lightly as he watched Rhea make her way to her Jeep, her black hair catching the sunlight. She threw him a playful salute before sliding into the driver’s seat of her vehicle.

Jey smiled to himself, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation, it was all starting now.

He started the engine of the Escalade, glancing in the rearview mirror to see Jon pulling out of the driveway in the Mustang behind him. Trinity gave a small honk as they began to follow Rhea’s Jeep down the road.

Jey took a deep breath and smiled. “Here we go,” he muttered to himself as he shifted the Escalade into drive and followed Rhea’s lead, the caravan of vehicles making their way toward Pensacola and the next step in their lives together.

—

2:18 PM. Pensacola, FL. Jon and Trinity’s new house.

The movers were finishing up, placing the last of the furniture in the house. Jey stood in the living room, directing them as they carefully maneuvered the large California King bed into the master bedroom.

“The Queen goes in the second guest bedroom upstairs, and the California King goes in the master,” Jey instructed, watching as they carefully followed his orders.

Once the beds were assembled and the couches were set up in the living room, Jey thanked the movers, who packed up their tools and left. He exhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the move slowly lift off his shoulders. Finally, the house was starting to feel like a home, at least for now.

He glanced at the thermostat and adjusted it, setting the temperature to a cool 71 degrees, just how he knew Rhea liked it. The air conditioner hummed to life, and the cool breeze began to circulate through the house.

“It’s so beautiful!” Rhea’s voice echoed from upstairs.

Jey chuckled, heading toward the stairs. “Jon and Trinity know how to pick houses,” he said, shaking his head in amusement. He wasn’t wrong—the house was gorgeous, with high ceilings, modern finishes, and a spacious open floor plan that made the space feel even bigger than it already was.

A few moments later, Rhea appeared at the top of the stairs, her eyes still wide with excitement as she descended. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Jey couldn’t help but smile as she made her way over to him.

Rhea wrapped her arms around him, leaning up on her toes to kiss him softly on the lips. “Just think… in a few days, we’ll be in our own house, two blocks over,” she said, her voice full of excitement and anticipation.

Jey pulled her closer, resting his chin on the top of her head as he breathed in the moment. “Yeah,” he agreed, sharing in her enthusiasm. “Our place. No more guest bedrooms, no more hotel rooms, no more airbnbs. Just us.”

Rhea pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a smile that made his heart skip a beat. “It feels so real now,” she said softly. “Like we’re really starting our life together.”

Jey nodded, running his hands down her back. “It’s all happening, babe. And it’s gonna be good. I can feel it.”

They stood there in the middle of the living room for a moment, wrapped up in each other and the quiet excitement of this new chapter in their lives. The house around them with furniture already assembled, there were boxes waiting to be unpacked mostly, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that they were here—together, building something that was all theirs.

“Should we start unpacking? Give Jon and Trinity a hand.” Rhea asked after a beat, pulling away just enough to look at the boxes stacked along the walls.

Jey groaned playfully, kissing her forehead. “I guess we should.”

Rhea laughed, giving him a quick peck on the lips before pulling away fully and heading toward one of the boxes. “C’mon, let’s get this done, and then we can relax.”

—

Jon pulled into his driveway, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over him. After dropping Trinity off at the airport, he was finally back at their new home in Pensacola. It was a bit bigger than their place in Orlando, with the nearest neighbor about a mile away, giving them a level of privacy he hadn’t even realized they needed until now.

He parked the Mustang, got out, and approached the front door, chuckling to himself when he remembered that Jey had the only key. Knocking on the door, Jon took a moment to look around. The house was grander than he remembered from their walkthroughs, sitting comfortably on a large plot of land, with a pool out back that he couldn’t wait to show Jey and Rhea.

After a moment, the door swung open, and there stood Jey, grinning. “Finally, man! You make it back in one piece?”

Jon clapped his brother on the back as he stepped inside. “Yeah, dropped Trin at the airport. She’s excited to see the place when she gets back. How’re things looking?”

Jey gestured around the house as they walked through the entryway. “We got most of the décor unpacked and set up for you guys. Rhea and I thought it’d be a nice surprise.”

Jon smiled as he took in the living room. The boxes were mostly gone, and everything looked settled, with pictures hung on the walls and furniture arranged just right. It already felt like home. “I appreciate it, bro. It looks amazing in here. Trinity’s gonna be hyped.”

Just then, Rhea’s voice called from the kitchen. “Hey, Jon! We’ve got pizza if you’re hungry!”

Jon’s stomach growled, and he realized he hadn’t eaten since early that morning. “You didn’t have to ask me twice,” he said, following the smell of food into the kitchen.

Jey and Rhea had set up a casual spread of pizza and drinks on the counter. Jon grabbed a slice and leaned against the counter, taking a big bite. “Damn, I needed this.”

Rhea smiled, grabbing a slice for herself. “Glad you’re here. And the house? It's stunning. You and Trinity really picked a great one.”

Jon grinned through a mouthful of pizza. “Thanks. We really wanted a place that felt like home but also gave us some space to breathe.”

As they ate, they talked about the plans for the night. Jon mentioned he’d set up a grocery delivery for the morning but suggested they go out to eat later for dinner. The pizza was great for now, but he wanted to check out a local spot he’d heard about.

Once the food was devoured, Jon wiped his hands and stood up. “Have you guys seen the pool yet?”

Jey and Rhea shook their heads, and Jon gestured for them to follow. “You’ve gotta check this out.”

They stepped outside onto the back patio, and both Jey and Rhea were instantly blown away. The pool was huge, stretching across most of the yard, with a walk-in entry that looked like it belonged at a resort. It mimicked the feeling of walking into the ocean, giving it a beachy, relaxed vibe.

Jey let out a low whistle. “Damn, Jon. This is incredible.”

Jon grinned proudly. “Right? Trinity and I wanted something different. I’m thinking of setting up a few chairs out here, maybe a fire pit for the cooler nights. This is gonna be our spot.”

Jey turned to Rhea, smirking. “We’re definitely testing this out soon.”

Before Jon could chime in, Rhea laughed, poking Jey in the side. “We’ll leave the first dip to Jon and Trinity. Besides, we have our own pool to break in, remember?”

Jon chuckled, throwing an arm around Jey’s shoulders. “Yeah, man. This one’s all ours to break in first. You guys can take the second round.”

The three of them laughed, imagining the memories they’d create in the new space. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the backyard, and everything felt perfect. It was the start of something new for all of them—new homes, new adventures, but the same solid family bond that had gotten them through everything.

“Alright,” Jon said, turning back to the house, “let’s relax for a bit before we head out tonight. We’ve got plenty of time to enjoy the pool.”

Jey and Rhea nodded, following him back inside. There was a sense of calm, of peace, knowing that this place, this house, was just the beginning of a whole new chapter.

—

Rhea finished zipping up her bag, making sure all her ring gear was packed and ready for Bad Blood. The upcoming championship match against Liv was on her mind, but she felt confident. She knew this match would be a challenge, but having Jey by her side made all the difference.

Jey was sprawled out on the bed, watching her with a soft smile. He had decided to go with her to the PLE, knowing she could use some moral support in such a high-stakes match. His presence always gave her that extra boost, the strength to push through any obstacle.

Once Rhea was satisfied with her packing, she climbed into bed beside him, feeling the warmth of his body under the covers. She picked up her phone, setting the alarm for 8:30 a.m., as they had an early start the next day. Their flight to Atlanta was booked for 10:30 a.m., and they couldn’t afford to miss it. The stakes were too high, and the journey was too important.

Jey glanced around the guest room they were staying in at Jon and Trinity's new house. “This guest room is way bigger than the last one at their old place, huh?” he said, stretching out comfortably on the bed.

Rhea laughed softly, agreeing. “Yeah, it’s huge. Makes me wonder what the master bedroom looks like. But honestly, I can’t wait for us to be in our own place in a few days.”

Jey smiled at her, turning to face her more directly. “It’s gonna be amazing. Our own space, finally. Just us.”

Rhea leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips. “I know… it feels like everything’s falling into place.”

Jey deepened the kiss for a moment before pulling back, looking into her eyes. “You’re gonna kill it tomorrow, you know that?”

Rhea grinned, feeling that familiar fire light up inside her. “Yeah, I do. And with you there, I’ll be unstoppable.”

Jey chuckled, pulling her closer as they settled into bed. “You already are, babe. I’m just there to watch you shine. By the way, how are your ribs feeling?” Jey asked.

“A little discomfort but something I can manage. It’s not as bad as the first day..” Rhea answered.

As they lay together in the quiet of the night, Rhea couldn’t help but feel excited—not just for the match, but for everything ahead. The house, their future, and the strength they drew from each other. Tomorrow was just another step toward building something even bigger, something theirs.

Jey kissed Rhea, feeling the calmness radiating from her. She opened her mouth slightly, inviting him to deepen the kiss, and he responded eagerly, cupping her face with his hands. Their lips moved together, a soft dance that conveyed all the love and support they had for one another.

After a long moment, Jey broke the kiss, both of their lips slightly bruised from the intensity of it. He couldn’t help but smile at her, the way her eyes sparkled even in the dim light of the room. He gently pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, tucking it away from her face.

“You are my angel,” he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

Rhea felt her heart flutter at his words. She loved how he always seemed to know what to say to make her feel cherished. “And you’re my rock,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jey’s gaze softened as he looked into her eyes, the weight of their connection deepening in that moment. “I’ll always be here for you, you know that, right? No matter what happens, I will always be proud of you. You’ve worked so hard for this.”

Rhea smiled, feeling warmth spread through her chest. “That means the world to me, Jey. I don’t think I could do this without you by my side.”

They stayed in that quiet moment, basking in each other’s presence. Jey leaned in again, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

After Jey kissed Rhea's forehead, she reached up and captured his lips with hers, pulling him closer as if she wanted to merge their souls into one. The kiss was soft yet filled with unspoken passion, and Rhea playfully tugged at the band of his boxer briefs, igniting a spark between them that momentarily made the outside world fade away.

In that intimate cocoon, Jey felt a wave of love wash over him, stronger than ever. He never got tired of Rhea, of the way she made him feel, of the electric chemistry that flowed between them. Their moments together were sacred, an escape from the chaos of life, and he cherished every second they shared.

Jey adored how Rhea effortlessly blended strength with vulnerability. She was fierce in the ring, a warrior determined to conquer every challenge, but with him, she revealed a softer side that he found irresistible. It was in the way she laughed, the sparkle in her eyes, and the tenderness of her touch that made his heart swell. He loved her unconditionally, deeply, and completely—each kiss, each embrace solidifying the bond that felt destined.

As he held her close, Jey marveled at how she had become his safe haven. In her arms, he felt seen and accepted, flaws and all. He appreciated her unwavering support, how she encouraged him to be the best version of himself. Their love was a beautiful paradox—intense yet comforting, passionate yet tender.

Jey couldn’t imagine his life without her; she was the missing piece that completed him. The idea of spending forever together filled him with joy and excitement. He never wanted to let her go, never wanted to leave those intimate moments they created alone. They were a testament to the depth of his love—a love that promised to stand the test of time, to weather any storm, and to celebrate every victory together.

With that thought in mind, he deepened their kiss, pouring all his feelings into that single moment, hoping she could feel the sincerity in his heart. Jey knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, hand in hand, united by a love that was unbreakable.

As Jey felt Rhea open her legs, inviting him to settle between them, a rush of desire coursed through him. He broke the kiss for a brief moment, their foreheads resting against each other as he hesitated. "I don't have protection," he murmured, his heart racing.

Rhea's eyes sparkled with mischief and confidence. "I got on birth control again," she replied softly, her voice laced with reassurance. The tension in the room shifted, her words creating a sense of freedom between them.

Jey's breath caught in his throat as he processed what she said. A mixture of excitement and caution danced in his mind, but the comfort in Rhea's gaze eased his worries.

He knew that they had built a strong foundation of trust and communication in their relationship, and her decision was a testament to that bond.

Feeling a surge of confidence, Jey leaned back in, capturing her lips once more, deepening their connection. The kiss ignited an inferno of passion between them, and in that moment, everything else faded away. He lost himself in the warmth of her body, feeling the rhythm of their hearts beating in sync.

In that embrace, Jey understood the significance of their intimacy-it was more than just physical; it was an expression of their love and commitment to one another. With Rhea, he felt alive, each caress a promise of trust and vulnerability. He cherished the idea of exploring this deeper aspect of their relationship, knowing they could navigate it together, just as they had faced every challenge before.

As they pulled away for air, Jey looked deeply into Rhea's eyes, his heart full. "I love you," he whispered, knowing that no matter where their journey took them, he would always prioritize her well-being and their connection above all else. Rhea kissed him even deeper, signaling her love.

In a such a hasty time, Jey had removed Rhea’s underwear and he was kissing his way down her chest, Rhea aching with every kiss. He loved tasting her and he could have the opportunity to wake her up with this, he would do it.

Jey’s tongue dived into Rhea and she let out a gasp as her back arched. Jey lifted his head up, “Don’t want Jon to hear us..” he whispered as he put his head back down. Jey moved his tongue in circles, dance, alphabet… anything really. He was savoring her taste, Rhea had her hand through his hair, she was loving every moment of it. Jey then focused his mind on her clit as he pulled it open very slightly, Rhea knew what he was going to do, Jey’s tongue flickered over and Rhea lost it as she let out a moan but Jey put his hand over her mouth. Jey kept flickering his tongue and Rhea was squirming. After a few pleasure moments he slowly lifted his hand from her mouth and he used a finger to rub her entryway. Almost instantly he felt his finger get wet.

Jey teased Rhea for a few moments and he slid two fingers in and he felt how tight she was. Jey thrusted his fingers in and out as he kept his tongue on her clit.

“You’re going to make me cum…” she managed to say breathless. Jey kept his pace, he knew not to speed up, he messed up one of Rhea’s orgasms before like that. Suddenly, her walls clenched and Jey felt her pulsating as she climaxed, letting out moan of satisfaction. Jey wiped his face as he kissed his way back up to Rhea. Rhea pulled him into another kiss as she managed to flip them over. “No babe I don’t need you to..” he said as Rhea had broke the kiss and started making her way down his chest with small kisses.

“I want to please you…” She murmured. Before he could tell her anything she wrapped her lips around his dick as she moved her head down. Jey felt that primal urge in his body as Rhea went up and down, maintaining her pace.

Jey closed his eyes as he ran a hand through her short black hair, this blowjob he was receiving was different than the ones she would usually give, it felt like she was marking her territory… a lioness almost. “Fuuuuck…” Jey said as she went down lower and lower, almost gagging herself. He couldn’t control himself… he had to fuck her.

Jey used both hands to pull her mouth away from him and with such force he got on top of her and he kissed her to muffle her moans as he thrusted deeply into her. “Jey…” she moaned as the bed started to creak a little at the powerful thrusts he was doing. She scratched his back and it only made him go deeper.

“Keep going… fuck me like you hate me..” Rhea moaned and that turned Jey on even more. Jey let out a primal animalistic moan, “Tell me you love that dick..” He said into her ear.

“I love daddy’s dick..” She said as wrapped her legs closer to him. The sex turned into an almost toxic like encounter, but for both of them it was pure euphoric love making…

“Jey… don’t stop…” The two were now into the point of exhaustion but they kept going. Rhea started to suck on his neck as Jey slowed the pace, wanting to savor the moment. Rhea strengthen her legs around Jey and she flipped them over, now completely in control, she couldn’t help herself but place her hands on Jey’s abs as she rode him.

“Rhea… you’re making it so hard..” Jey said. He was close to finishing as his hands groped her ass. Her ass. Something that was the first thing that caught his eye whenever she would do that pretzel pin as she liked to call it. He spanked her and she moaned in excitement, her pierced breasts in full view and she rode him. It was something he’d never thought he would seen in person, everything sexual about Rhea excited him so much.

“I think I’m gonna cum again..” Rhea said as she picked her pace and Jey spanked her again.

“Cum for daddy… cum for me…” Jey said, he knew as soon as she would cum, he would too. He loved climaxing in Rhea, essentially it would always get them in trouble. The late night trips to Walgreens for the Plan B, it had been became essential for Rhea to carry an emergency one. But now, now that they were out… and she was on birth control, Jey now didn’t need to worry about it.

“Jey!” She moaned out loud as she climax and Jey let out that animalistic groan as he held onto her waist, cumming deep inside of her. She moaned slightly as she slowly slid off Jey and laid beside him. The two panted, trying to get their breath in order. “A quick shower?” Jey said and Rhea smiled as she giggled. Round two obviously in works…

Author’s Note: First and foremost Happy Belated Birthday to Damian Priest! Did you guys also see that title win?! AND NEW IC CHAMP, MAIN EVENT JEY USO 🩵 any Bad Blood predictions?

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: your overthinking is the reason behind everything. deep down, you know your boyfriends care deeply about you but your insecurities bring out the worst in you. seungkwan and vernon try to show you it's all in your head... pairing: seungkwan x vernon x reader genre: angst, smut, fluff; established relationship warnings: insecurities, ghosting, communication problems (but they are resolved), edging, fingering, eating out, blowjob, protected sex, soft dom!seungkwan, hard dom!vernon, pet names, praise kink (if you squint) author's note: i haven't written in ages so this is my wretched attempt at a comeback and also my first svt fic whoo! the title is inspired by taylor swift's song afterglow word count: 1.7k

You've become used to being the odd one out. Whenever you were in a friend group, whether it was with three or four people, you were always left out. It didn't hurt when your friends hung out without you, you were totally okay with that and found something to occupy yourself with. It didn't even hurt when they didn't bother to invite you to things. No, what hurt the most was being right there with them and feeling as if you were invisible. Not being able to relate to whatever your friends talked about. Not being able to add anything of value to the conversation. And them not ever asking about your interests. Like you weren't even there.

When you met Seungkwan and Vernon, your life turned upside down. The two boys had known each other for years but despite that, they made you feel as welcome as if you'd always been part of the group. They showed you care you'd never imagined possible and you genuinely felt comfortable around them. They always made sure to listen to you and give you just the right amount of attention. Your friendship with the two quickly blossomed into a romance and you were happier than you'd ever been. It seemed too good to be true. And perhaps it was.

Sometimes you would be observing the chemistry Seungkwan and Vernon had with each other. They were a perfect match. Truly, they gave you no reason to feel this shitty. But in the back of your head, a little monster kept telling you: "You're not good enough," "They'd be better off without you," "You're just getting in their way," "They're annoyed with you". They were probably much happier before they met you, you suddenly thought.

Not responding to their messages and calls for a week was probably not the wisest idea you'd ever had. But you weren't bold enough to tell them you no longer wanted to be with them. Because it would be a lie. You wanted to be with them so desperately. But your mind kept playing evil tricks on you. Maybe if you ignored them long enough, they would eventually grow sick of it and forget you. Shockingly enough, you had underestimated them.

You were huddled under the blanket, phone turned off, hundreds of texts unread, when you heard the doorbell ring. You really didn't want to leave the comfort of your bed so you decided to ignore it. It was probably an annoying neighbour who wanted to borrow flour or something. However, when after ten minutes, the doorbell continued ringing and you could hear angry neighbours complaining about the loud noise in the corridor, you got out of bed with a groan. Opening the door, you were surprised to find Seungkwan and Vernon there.

"You're alive!" Seungkwan exclaimed, relief evident in his voice. Vernon sneaked his way inside your apartment, not saying anything but judging by the look on his face, he was quite upset with your recent behavior. You gulped nervously and locked the door as the two men let themselves in.

"Are you okay?" Seungkwan asked. "We were worried sick about you!"

"I'm fine," you gave a noncommittal shrug.

Vernon continued to say nothing, giving you a taste of your own medicine. You had to admit, it hurt like hell. You tried to meet his gaze but he was determined on avoiding your eyes. Seungkwan, however, was here to communicate.

"Did we do something wrong, baby?"

"No," you replied curtly.

"Then, what's up? Why have you been ignoring us?"

"Don't wanna talk about it," you said.

"How are we supposed to fix it if we don't know what the problem is?" Seungkwan insisted.

"Some things are not meant to be fixed," you stated, even though you didn't believe in it.

"Talk," Vernon finally spoke to you in a tone that didn't allow room for arguing.

"It's just…you two are so good together," you murmured. "And like, I love that for you, obviously. But sometimes it feels like I don't belong. Like I don't deserve you. I thought that if I simply ignored you, you would eventually leave me behind."

"Where is this coming from?" Seungkwan seemed genuinely surprised, as he held your hand gently.

"It's not the first time I've felt this way. In friend groups, especially. It's always been like this," you admitted.

"It's all in your head," Vernon spoke in a calm, confident voice. "We care about you just as much as we do about each other."

Seungkwan nodded, immediately agreeing with him.

"If you thought ghosting our texts would make us give up so easily, you were severely mistaken. You're not getting rid of us, alright?"

You smiled sadly, your vision becoming blurry due to the tears you've been holding back.

"Alright," you repeated weakly.

Seungkwan ruffled your hair playfully.

"Have we been neglecting our sweet girl, hm?" he kissed your cheek gently.

"N-no, you've both been perfect," you sniffled.

"You coddle her too much," Vernon jokingly scolded Seungkwan. "So much she thinks she can get away with punishing us with silence."

"I'm s-sorry that I hurt you," you mumbled nervously.

"You're not. But you will be," Vernon vowed.

You shuddered at the thought of what he had in store for you, as he whispered something in Seungkwan's ear. Seungkwan seemed a little hesitant at first but you eventually saw him agreeing to whatever Vernon had suggested. Seungkwan gave you a pitiful look which told you a thousand words. Oh well. You'd brought this upon yourself. If you had simply been open about your insecurities instead of ignoring their messages, it wouldn't have come to this.

Vernon pulled you against him harshly and whispered in a somewhat threatening tone:

"You better not have any doubts about our feelings after we're done with you."

"I don't have any doubts anymore," you replied in a last attempt to get out of this.

"Nice try," he chuckled coldly and pushed you into Seungkwan's arms. "Hold her still for me."

Seungkwan held your wrists behind your back and positioned you to sit in his lap.

"Sorry, babe," Seungkwan murmured against your neck.

"I understand," you responded in a hushed tone.

Vernon wasted no more time and removed your sweatpants in one swift motion. He took off your panties as well and stuck two of his fingers inside you with no warning. You whimpered at the unexpected intrusion and tried to move but Seungkwan held you more tightly. Vernon skillfully moved his fingers just the way he knew you liked and soon enough you felt yourself being incredibly close. Just then, Vernon abruptly stopped moving, taking the orgasm away from you.

"N-noo, p-please, I n-need it," you cried out in frustration.

"Don't be a brat," Vernon warned.

You turned your head slightly backwards to look at Seungkwan, hoping he'll show some mercy. Usually, he was willing to do anything to please you and bring a smile on your face. But this time, you'd made both of them upset by ignoring them. So now, you were suffering the consequences for it.

"Kwannie?" you pouted.

"Be good for us, love," Seungkwan reminded you.

Barely giving you time to process, Vernon pressed his tongue against your folds, licking and sucking as if that one week of no contact had left him starved and thirsty. You were so wet you could hear the squelching sounds of your pussy and felt the urge to close your thighs and keep him there. But you knew that Vernon was strong enough to prevent that from happening and with Seungkwan following his plan, you had no choice but to be patient if you wanted to come at all.

"Please, Vern, don't stop, please," you were desperate enough to start begging. Luck seemed to be on your side and your boyfriend finally allowed you to reach your high. Your legs shook as he tried to hold them in place, while Seungkwan was still restraining your arms and abusing the tender skin on your neck with passionate kisses that would probably leave hickeys.

Vernon gave Seungkwan a barely perceptible nod and the older male let go of your wrists. He gently positioned you on all fours and you could hear the sound of his jeans being unzipped and a condom package being ripped. Soon enough, he entered you from behind, while Vernon took interest in your mouth.

"Open," he was a man of a few words but whatever he said, always made it impossible for you to deny him.

While Seungkwan was slowly moving inside you, whispering reassuring words, Vernon roughly fucked your mouth without saying anything. You were so overwhelmed by the contrast you wondered how come they were so different and similar at the same time. And yet, they made perfect sense together.

"Such a sweet girl," Seungkwan praised you. "Our precious baby doing so well for us."

You tried to moan because of the pleasure he was bringing you but your mouth was so deliciously full of Vernon that the sounds you were attempting to make sent vibrations to his cock, urging him to release. While you were trying to swallow as much as possible, Seungkwan's orgasm soon followed, filling you up completely. You couldn't hold it in any longer and came again, being surrounded by so much warmth and affection. Your knees gave out and Seungkwan pulled out of you, giving you a tender kiss.

"I'll be right back, love," he promised and petted your cheek.

You were too exhausted to make a trip to the bathroom rightaway. You looked at Vernon sheepishly, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.

"I'm really sorry," you repeated.

"I know, kitten," he smiled. "Next time you feel insecure, please just talk to us, okay?"

"I don't think there'll be a next time," you chuckled.

"Even if there is, don't bottle things up. We're here for you, always," Vernon insisted.

Seungkwan returned, enveloping the two of you in a soft hug.

"I don't wanna lose this with you," you admitted, being more vulnerable than ever before.

"You won't," Seungkwan reassured you. "You're worth fighting for."

"I feel too sleepy to wash up," you confessed.

Vernon raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Oh, you thought we were done with you? Cute."

The End

[stealingpotatoes]

hi!! so i got a lot of skywalkers apart au asks last night and rather than obliterate everyones dashes with like 5 posts, just doin it all in one!!!! and i made a banner so this post looks cuter

YEAH he rlly does!!

its a little awkward when they reunite -- don't get me wrong, SUPER loving and everyone's trying so hard to make it work and like it-- mostly does work? but there's a lot of growing pains lol especially given Luke's only been raised by his very civilised mum, so suddenly having a dad that's 6'2 of bug-eating chaos is a bit of whiplash loll. but they all love each other very much and the twins are old enough to mostly understand their parents' decision

luke's rlly going thru it tho loll he's got that family going on while he's also dealing with going from senator's son to recently-liberated-force-sensitive-rebel-fugitive

LMAO i mean i assume they don't BLAST (in a lot of cases you don't want to let the enemy know you've got an ace up your sleeve lol) but you can bet there's been a couple times where they've found their least secure comm to say it over lolll. then again if you see a blue lightsaber absolutely whipping everyone's shit on the battlefield you can just guess, who needs an announcement <3

BUT LMAO I LOVE THAT Anakin gets back and Leia's like I CANT BELIEVE THAT ACTUALLY WORKED??? meanwhile Obi Wan and Ahsoka are like ohhh that tactic. classic. and Leia's even more shocked that he's made this work MORE THAN ONCE??

@mayordomogoliat loll i mean. he was a jedi fugitive!! he can't predict when the empire'll spot him!! sometimes that's during grocery shopping when he's got his baby daughter (who's weirdly gleeful in the fight??) strapped to him!

oooo SICK LINE

LMAOOO YEAH "if i could avoid falling, so could you. do better" hes not angry hes just disappointed

YES ABSOLUTELY i mean obvs i've drawn Kanan fangirling but so many other younger jedi would be so happy to see him omg also COOLEST PERSON TO BE SAVED BY!! tbh anakin not falling definitely leads to more jedi survivors (as in ppl not the game) partly bc palps doesn't have that immediate killing machine

loll anakin's absolutely spending any downtime he doesn't spend with leia working on ships etc. probably gets annoying sometimes bc "Hey mr jedi can u do this mission" "no look i worked out a way to make this ship respond .3 seconds quicker i NEED to finish this first" local jedi forgets he's a useful jedi and thinks he's just a mechanic

yes absolutely. like canon threepio's absolutely ???? all the time bc nobody tells him what's going on and

@british-sarcasm YEAH!!!! palps is so pissed off he didn't turn anakin bc that means he's alive and rebelling and MY GOD is he annoying for everyone involved.

and omg YES good for them. if they ever ran into each other/ did a mission together they'd make everyone there regret ever signing up for the empire

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Carlisle goes on a starvation binge before eating his first animal, and he doesn't exactly die of it. Do you think we could fire a vampire off in a rocket without food, to drift for thousands of years through space, and they'd still be alive when they finally hit a planet?

I mean we don't know. The two cases we know of are Carlisle and Tanya and both found the animal diet independently and went "my god!" when they tried to starve themselves to death.

Similarly, all vampires that want to kill each other have much safer and more reliable ways to do it: cut up the body and burn it. Why keep guard of a slowly starving vampire who has the risk of escaping/piecing themselves back together?

We don't even reliably know physically what happens to a starving vampire. Their eyes get super scary, yes, and they lose any modicum of control they had (see Carlisle's blacking out then eating a deer), and we can presume based on the animal diet (where they're not getting the good stuff) that they get much physically weaker than before but do they lose all/most strength? Do they become unable to move? We don't know. Don't even know how vampires really work on the biological level.

Personally?

I think they'd be in very very bad shape and for all intents and purposes dead. Maybe they could be revived if you poured human blood down their throat but if they're going onto another planet where there's nothing there for them to eat (remember the Cullens and Denali struggle to eat mammals/anything not human, it pretty much has to be human, I can't imagine something from space, if there is anything which there probably isn't, would suffice) then they're just going to rot there, not moving, and probably not conscious either.

[galactiquest]

Hi it's 🌻anon it's been awhile!

I've mostly been working a lot and just wanting to crawl in bed to just rest for the next thousand years or so.

Which made me think of a request: Vash and/or Knives s/o that just wants to rest in cuddle all day with them.

Hope you have a wonderful day 🌻

Hi Sunflower Anon 🌻 Always here to brighten my day. I totally feel you with wanting to rest for the next thousand years, working on several projects all at once will do that to you.

I think this request is really adorable and since I feel like it, I'm gonna do both. I think they'd approach this differently and it's fun to explore how!

Vash the Stampede and Millions Knives x Reader: Whole Day Off

Content Warnings: None, we're just enjoying a super cozy day in bed. For the most part.

Vash

I bet he wishes he could take the whole day off. A day with no fighting, no running, no bullets, nothing but gentleness and peace and quiet. This is never quite his reality, but now that you're in his life...

It'd be rude of him not to indulge you, at least once. Once you brought the idea up, perhaps half-asleep in the morning, he couldn't say no to your cute face.

He'll spread out a bit with you nestled into his arm, smiling at the gentle sunlight now spreading across the bed. It's nice to slow down when it's possible. And in these moments, there's nothing to worry about--just Vash quietly breathing next to you, sometimes the two of you adjusting to a new position, he spoons you, you spoon him, toppled over each other like wayward building blocks, whatever works.

Eventually he will get up, much to your reluctance, but he promises quietly that he'll come back. And he does--probably with something to eat and drink. Can't spend the whole day in bed without a snack!

Knives

This man is a workaholic. Does he even sleep? I'm not entirely convinced that he does. If you can, somehow, get him to sleep with you (literally, I mean) I think he'd be leaving soon after you fell asleep to keep doing work.

I don't think there's any way he'd accept "lying around in bed all day cuddling" as a valid excuse to avoid work. I think he'd call you silly for even suggesting it! But he wouldn't force you to get up and do anything if you didn't want to (he's not that mean... at least I like to think...).

But maybe there's room for... compromise? Is that a word in his vocabulary? Maybe he'll allow you just a few minutes of his company in bed in the morning. As an apology reward for being such a good little human. And a few minutes might turn into a few more. And maybe just a little longer. And maybe he'll wait until the top of the hour, just to be exact--and, whoops, looks like it's a minute past...

If he can't stay with you, truly, maybe he'll come to check on you every so often. If you've fallen back asleep, he'll probably graze the back of his hand against your cheek, admiring how cute you look--he means, just checking to see that you're still alive. And maybe he'll make sure you're still tucked into the blanket. And maybe he'll leave a little kiss on your forehead... Maybe he'll join you when he feels he can sneak away.

[necrotic-nephilim]

JayHelenaTim JayHelenaTim JayHelenaTim !!!!

i feel like you slammed into my home like the Kool-Aid man and told me you had a new religion and i'm DELIGHTED bc sign me up-

this ship has SO much potential oh my god. i always prefer JayHelena with a third just bc i think it balances them (and keeps them from literally eating each other alive) well and provides the a third person to direct their intensity toward. and Tim is just. so good. bc Tim would try to separate them at first. he *likes* Helena and she's basically his older sister and she wants Jason nowhere *near* her. so when he realizes slowly that Jason is around Helena and they're sleeping together, Tim is losing it. he straight up tries to fight Jason about it i think. and Jason is wildly amused bc he's always delighted when something he does gets under Tim's skin and this time, he didn't even have to do it on purpose.

love the idea of like. Helena having to hold Tim back from going off on Jason and just mauling him. while Tim is trying to get between Helena and Jason when they start to argue. and Jason is just here for the carnage. he likes Helena, but he likes her even *more* when she's holding Tim back and being kind and protective of him. bc Helena and Jason have very different ideas of how to take care of Tim. so when Helena is kind and trying to calm Tim down, Jason wants to be the one riling him up.

and Helena is caught between knowing Jason has eyes for Tim while she's convinced her feelings for Tim are entirely familial. but the more Jason looks like he wants to devour Tim the more she realizes Jason *might* have a point. something something corruption kink. and that's not even getting into the morality of Tim surrounded by two ppl who are very steadfast on being pro-murder and how they'd slowly break him down. he's surrounded by the rhetoric so much he can't help but see the points to it. maybe he never wants to kill someone, but when Helena and Jason race to kill someone first, Tim feels stuck in place just watching it happen bc he's so entranced by the sight.

honestly i'd give anything to write that fic- Jason and Helena fighting over who gets to kill some generic villain. maybe they matter or maybe its just the principle of the argument. and Tim just watches knowing he should stop them but he can't. he has ample time to get the villain to safety as Jason and Helena brawl but Tim if anything, is holding the villain down to make sure they *don't* run bc he's sort of curious who's going to win this. and when whoever wins finally gets the kill, the tell Tim he was being so good for holding down the villain and he gets a bloody kiss on the cheek. and then they probably all fuck nasty about it idk.

anyway- i think this ship is neat. Jason and Helena both have a love for Tim that comes in *very* different shades and they could be absolutely unhinged about each other if you put them in the same room alone for even two seconds. there would be blood. whose blood? that's the fun of it. you never know.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Honestly I still think there was probably some cannibalism in the we are all starving and there are dead bodies around sort of way, and I’m interested to see if it will come up considering Aspen’s peoples’ spiritual beliefs, and how its implied the Texans inherited our distaste for it. I just think it would be interesting to see how both sides would react to it.

One thing that I've always found fascinating is just how rare it is for people to resort to cannibalism in times of famine. The vast majority of the time we let starvation and illness take us first. Occasionally you see it with extremely small groups put into sudden survival situations with acquaintances or strangers, but when nations or villages or tribes or large ships starve, they almost never eat each other for the purposes of survival. I don't know why.

Cannibalism wouldn't have had any effect on the Hylaran famine anyway. It might have bought a handful of people a few more days, but that famine was controlled from outside with the explicit purpose of killing a set number of people while leaving enough alive to keep the colony stable, like a Roman decimation done at a distance. If people lived loner than expected then they'd just have restricted the food for longer. It's possible that desperate people might eat their dead in such circumstances (although as stated, people almost never respond to famine that way in real life), but it wouldn't have affected the outcome and they'd know it wouldn't.