#Also there's the age gap when they were living... I dunno

[jirlshi]

holaaaa i am your fan >W< i love your art sooooo much!

aand my cuestion is for Sir daniel:

Dan where is Kiya? qwq

First, gracias!! Your art is pretty cute too, and your avatar!

Second... The answer is not that simple...

Before doing this comics I always prefer to check the original material and try to make things very accurate (No joking, I watched in a few months more than 300 chapters of One Piece since the beginning till Brook appear, watched movies, played Grim Fandango and the original Medievil and PXP Medievil, before starting the comics... And I still need to check all the comics and the book of Nightmare before christmas, if you know how i can get those PDF's in englishPLEASE HELP)

I still don't play the second Medievil, I tried to start but now I barely got time for that... Maybe I'll try to watch gameplays before putting Kiya into the mix

Another thing is I don't exactly like her desing... I understand that game is from the 90's and also in play 1, you couldn't do that much with character desing without the machine exploding, but is not that much of my taste

Besides I tried to draw her before and I had some problems trying to understand her sprite...

For now the best I can show you is some little drawings of an idea of "Redesing" her

Maybe one day I'll put her and Dan can be happy with a cute girlfriend :3

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I guess your bio clearly states you write for Negan, but it doesn't explicitly state you write only for Negan. So I'm thinking I should just ask. Are you open to writing a dadsbsf!Rick and dadsbsf!Negan x reader fic, they have a rivalry and are always trying to one up eachother to get in the readers good graces, but little do they know you already want them (both) and you get them (both). Ik this isn't something you normally write and it's totally fine with multiple partners. But you're clearly a great writer and I just had to ask. It's totally fine you don't take this request or even ignore it. But if you were to write could do something with an age gap and a minx reader and mean Rick and Negan but only during steamy, but otherwise they sprinkle their lives on you.(Maybe this could be series or something it doesn't have to be oneshot and you could your time exploring the idea, idk why I'm so passionate about this lol)

Thanks, for hearing me out, believe me ik this a tall order. Again it's totally fine if you ignore this!!!

P.s idk why I added the photos I'm sorry 😭😭😭😭(them trying to mark their territory trying to make the other back off of you???)

dadsbsf! Negan x F! Reader x dadsbsf! Rick

summary Negan and Rick are over at your house, joining your dad for a game of poker. tags gambling, mentions of smoking and alcohol consumption, age gap (reader is college aged and Rick and Negan are kinda old...like late 40s early 50s?)

wc 2.3k

note i really liked this request and i hope i interpreted it correctly, if not, i sincerely apologize! just fyi, i plan on making this multiple parts, which is why there's no smut....YET! :P

*you are responsible for your own content consumption. if this is something you DO NOT like, simply DO NOT read or interact! :) *

She loves summer. It's more so what comes with it, rather than the season itself. Being back home from college and finally having her own space in her own room and her own bathroom with her own shower. Most of all, she loves the late nights in her backyard, swimming in the pool beneath the bright stars, cicadas buzzing and crickets chirping in the background. 

Tonight's one of those nights. The dark, starry, cloudless sky accompanies her she floats on her back around the pool, enjoying the peace of the summer night. All she's missing is a nice midnight snack. The warm, humid nighttime air feels good against her wet skin as she climbs out the pool. She forgot to bring a towel with her when she came out earlier, but that doesn't matter since she's getting right back in anyway. Barefoot, she saunters across the soft grass to the sliding glass door that leads into her house. 

"Honey, where's your towel? You're dripping all over the floor," her dad complains as soon as she steps inside. Feeling the freezing air conditioning on her wet body also has her wishing she brought a towel. 

"Sorry, I forgot, but I..." She trails off, finally noticing that her dad isn't alone and that he's at the dining room table with his best friends, Rick and Negan, in the middle of a game of poker. 

"Hi, Rick...Negan," she awkwardly greets, folding her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling naked in front of the two. 

"I'll be right back, gonna go grab her a towel," her dad explains, excusing himself from the table. 

"Late night swim?" Negan teases while shamelessly eyeing the freezing girl's half-naked body. Her face grows hot as she feels his hazel eyes undressing what little clothing she has on. 

"Why don' you join us for a game?" Rick suggests with a pat to the seat beside him. 

"But I dunno how to play." Despite this, she takes the seat anyway. Rick pulls the chair closer to him until he can't anymore. 

"I'ma teach ya how." This earns a scoff from Negan. 

"Doll, you don't want this fuckin' prick teachin' ya how to play poker." 

"This comin' from the idiot who lost five hundred dollars last time we played," Rick fires back. Negan rolls his eyes and flips him the bird. 

She bursts into a fit of giggles at their rivalry. "I think I'll stick with Rick. I don't have much money to lose." 

Her dad finally comes back into the room, towel in hand. He tosses it at her and it lands over her head like a ghost costume. 

"Hey!" she huffs as she fixes the towel properly around her shoulders. Her father just huffs a laugh at her plight. 

"Rick's gonna teach me how to play poker," she tells her dad excitedly. He grimaces which earns a snicker from Negan. 

"If ya want any chance at winnin', you'll have your ol' man to teach ya, but hey," he raises his hands in mock surrender before taking his seat. 

“I’m stickin' with Rick.” Rick gives her a soft smile and places his large hand on her thigh. Shivers run down her spine, and she’s sure it’s not from the air conditioning. 

“You can jus’ watch this game and we’ll deal you into the next.” She nods in agreement and leans over Rick’s shoulder to look at his cards -a three of clubs and a three of spades-, ignoring the water droplets dripping from her hair onto his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to mind either. She has no idea what’s going on since she joined in mid-game, but by the looks of everyone’s faces…she still can’t tell what’s going. Her father’s face is blank and Negan’s has an air of mischief to it, but then again, it almost always does. Rick looks calm as his eyes move from his cards to the three that lie in the table’s center. 

“Wha’s goin’ on?” She whispers in his ear. He leans down to her level and explains to her that the three cards in the middle are the flop and that things are looking good for him. She nods and leans closer to get a better look. The three men all slide more chips into pile. Negan reveals another card next to the three, which Rick informs her is called the turn. They bet again and Negan reveals one last card - the river, Rick tells her- before they all reveal their hands. 

“Two pair,” her dad dejectedly reveals. 

“Three of a kind,” comes Negan’s reveal. 

“Full house,” Rick calls out smugly as he takes the pile of chips

“See, I knew Rick was gonna win!” She cheers, causing the two other men to groan in annoyance. Rick squeezes her thigh, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Negan who’s glaring daggers at the blue eyed man. 

“You playin’ this round, hon?” Her dad asks, shuffling the cards. She happily agrees and deals her in. 

“Ya sure ya wanna stick with Rick? He was just fuckin’ lucky last round,” Negan bargains. 

“Lucky and four hundred dollars richer! I’m stickin’ by him.” Rick flashes Negan the smuggest look ever before wrapping his arm around her, pulling her closer. 

“Got my good luck charm right here.” 

“See if you get so lucky this time ‘round,” her dad challenges as he deals out two cards to each player. She looks at her cards, still not fully sure on how to play. She slides in a chip alongside everyone else, which Rick explains is the ante. Her dad reveals the flop and she looks from it to her own cards, not knowing what plays she has, if any. She glances over at Rick who’s immersed in his own cards. 

“Rick, what do I do?” She whispers. 

“C’mere, I’ll help ya out,” he offers with a pat to his lap. She climbs onto his lap from her own chair, leaving her towel behind. Her dad doesn’t bat an eye. Rick is one of his best friends, basically a brother to him, and in turn like family. At least that’s the way he sees it, like a simple loving action between good family friends. 

But Rick can hardly focus on either of their cards. Having her on his lap is distracting. Her plush ass sits directly on top of his crotch and he can feel himself getting hard as she shifts around to get comfortable. If she can feel it too, she doesn’t move away or say anything. He rests his chin on her shoulder as he looks at her cards -an eight of diamonds and an eight of hearts- his beard prickling against her soft skin. 

“See that eight of spades on the table, you’re close to havin’ a four of a kind,” he whispers. 

“Is that good?” 

“Very.” Nobody’s looking, so he presses a quick kiss to her shoulder. She stifles a giggle at the ticklish sensation of his beard against her skin. They all bet again and the next card is revealed. She shifts around excitedly once she sees another eight on the table.

“Keep still, sweetheart,” Rick warns, growing harder in his pants. She doesn’t say anything, but Rick can see her shoulders shake with more stifled laughter. Everyone places another bet before the river is revealed and they all show their hands. 

“Full house,” Negan says as he reveals his cards. 

“Flush,” her dad reveals. 

“Two pair,” Rick shows his hand. 

“Four of a kind,” she apprehensively says, showing her own hand. 

“Maybe she is some kinda goddamn good luck charm,” Negan grunts. 

“Did I win?” She asks, noticing the proud but somehow simultaneously disappointed faces around the table. 

“You did, sweetheart, good job!” Rick says, hugging her from his position behind her. She gets up and presses a quick kiss to his cheek, dangerously close to his lips before skipping into the kitchen. 

“That was fun, but I’ma head back to the pool now.” Negan watches her struggle to reach a snack in one of the cabinets. She jumps a few times, her ass jiggling a bit each time she lands. He stands up and joins her in the kitchen, watching her pathetically try a few more times before standing behind her and effortlessly grabbing the bag of chips. He even opens it  before handing them to her. 

“T-thanks,” she says turning to face him and taking the bag. Her whole body feels like it’s on fire as she stares up at him. He’s standing so close to her, basically pinning her against the counter. His tongue glides across his bottom lip as he hungrily eyes her up and down, eyes lingering on her tits that her bikini top could hardly contain. 

“You’re welcome.” She doesn’t know what to say or even if she should say anything. Her eyes wander down to his strong arms that are folded across his chest, his tattoos on full display. She bites her lip when her eyes graze over the slight bulge in his pants. She can’t tell if he’s hard or just big, but either way she desperately needs to take a dip in the pool to cool the heat building up inside of her. 

“I’m gonna go back out now, bye!” She slips away from him and hurries out to the backyard before jumping into the pool. 

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She had about thirty minutes alone until she hears the sliding glass door open. Out comes Rick in nothing but his swimming trunks and a beer in hand. He doesn't seem to see her as he makes his way to the hot tub. He gets in, letting out a sigh of relief as he feels the hot water relaxing his muscles. He rests his arms around the ledge and tilts his head back, relaxing and the sight is delicious. She climbs out the pool and carefully steps into the hot water beside Rick. 

"Hey darlin'," Rick greets once she's sitting beside him. 

"What're you still doin' here? Isn't it past midnight?" she asks. 

"Me 'n Negan wanted the hot tub for a bit, but your old man's done for the night." 

"Oh. Okay." She's looking at Rick in a way he can't decipher. Her eyes hungrily trail across his body as she scoots closer and suddenly, she's in Rick's lap like before. 

"I can still sit here, right?" 

"Of course," he reassures, his hands resting on her thighs, fidgeting with the waistband of her bikini bottoms. He rests his chin on her shoulder, just relaxing and enjoying the feeling of her against him. 

The sliding glass door opens again, a jarring interruption to their peace. She flinches, scared one of her parents were about to come out and see her and Rick in a compromising position, but Rick, seeing that it's only Negan, holds her tighter. He joins them in the hot tub with a beer in hand and cigar between his lips. In nothing but his swim trunks, his hairy chest and tattoos are on full display, taking all of her attention away from Rick. If looks could kill, Negan would have murdered Rick with his hazel colored death glare. The tension in the hot tub is so thick, it's almost suffocating. Negan being there somehow makes her feel guilty for being so close to Rick, but leaving his lap isn't something she wants to do either.

"Hey, Negan," she says in a weak attempt to relieve the tension and kill the awkward silence. 

"Hey doll," he takes a drag from the cigar before blowing out the smoke, "congrats on winnin' your very first poker game." 

"Thanks...couldn'ta done it without Rick, really." She subconsciously leans further into Rick and he presses a few scratchy kisses to her shoulder and the back of her neck. Negan rolls his eyes at both her and Rick. 

"C'mere," he commands with a come hither motion. She swallows nervously, looking from man to man. Rick can feel that she wants to get up so he unravels his arms from her waist so she can, which she does, albeit apprehensively. Even though he didn't tell her to, she sits on Negan's lap, her cunt right atop his growing boner, the only barriers between them being his swim trunks and her bikini bottoms. His beard tickles the side of her face as he leans down to whisper in her ear.

Rick watches the two with an intense gaze, almost as if he was daring Negan to try something with his girl. Negan's arms are around her now as he whispers something in her ear. Rick is sure he's just talking shit  but jealousy still twinges in his chest. 

"Anything that asshole thinks he can teach ya, I can do it better," Negan whispers. Rick sees her giggling and she turns her head to whisper something back to him. 

"Yeah? Then why'd ya lose both games earlier?" she teases. He lets out a laugh which catches Rick's attention. His blue eyes glare daggers at Negan who only spares him a smug glance. 

"Didn't wanna embarrass poor Rick over here by beating his ass in front of ya," he says loud enough for Rick to hear. His voice returns to a whisper. "As for the other game...you just got pretty damn lucky." 

"Mmhmm sure," she replies sarcastically with an eye roll. She stands up and wades her way to the hot tub's stairs. 

"G'nite y'all," she wishes them as she exits the tub. 

"Goin' to bed already? Night's just started?" Negan complains, already missing having her on his lap. 

"It's almost three in the mornin'," Rick comments looking at his watch. "Night, sweetheart!" 

"See you both at the barbecue tomorrow!" She blows them both a kiss before skipping off toward the house. She can feel their gazes boring into her, particularly her ass as she does so. 

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Okay… so Umbrella Academy season 4…SPOILERS!!!!

I know that maaaannnyyy people were not happy with Lila and Five, but I’m not gonna lie, in a way they were meant to be.

Now there’s the supposed “age gap” but we have to remember that, although he’s physically 19/20, Five is older than Lila. Yes she “watched him grow” from a mid teen but Five was so many years his own senior. And he was a legal age He was mentally 68 and has lived 2 maybe 3 lifetimes already. And for the most part he lived them alone.

I think that we all need to remember that five was alone for so long. He went back to his family, wounded, isolated and with foreknowledge that no one could comprehend. Lila is the only one that truly understands what it feels like to feel out of place in Time. They were raised by the same morals and merits. They understood what no one else could. They both have been through unimaginable pain and suffering. And I think they had the ability to heal one another, in fact they did. Five saw Lila for who she truly was, he cherished her and appreciated all of her. Her chaos, her madness, compassion, courage and mind.

Now I had the start of Lila and Five returning to her family scene paused for sooo long. I couldn’t bear watching it. Did I? Yeah, love me a bit of angst. I really didn’t like how hurt Diego was, truly, but Five knew what Lila and he had was real and I can understand his anger. Do I condone cheating, absolutely not. I’ve been cheated on. But I’m also one for “the right person”, so in a FICTIONAL world I understand. I can also understand why Lila needed to end it ,for the sake of her children, because that’s what true love is, the love of your children. But he was there when she had to let her family go. He stood by her side and comforted her even though she had broke his heart. And thank BrOKe me!

There also seems to be a lot of posts about the REAL Five Hargreeves. Guys that is character development. Is it positive. Eh, ish. But not all people grow in the same way. Yes Five would do anything for his family. But I don’t think he “gave up”. Five has always been logical, from the very start. His sole purpose in life was to get back to his family and save the world. Save the people of that world, their lives, the very essence of life. And he did that. He didn’t give up. Five found out that his family was the cause of it all. He didn’t sacrifice them to be selfish. He couldn’t stand to watch his family die over and over. They would never rest, never know peace and they would spend the rest of their lives knowing that each apocalypse was their fault. It took courage to tell them. They could have kept going on. Klaus, would have kept using. Luther would still be in anguish over Solan (also where the fuck was she in all this? - anyway, no, another time) Allison would have kept loosing Claire. And every one of them would have kept loosing something in that particular time line that they cared about. I dunno man. I think Five is the same as he always was. He lived alone in the apocalypse surrounded by the destruction of life. He ensured it wouldn’t happen ever again. He did his job. He saved his family. The world.

So yeah, you’re all entitled to your opinion and you have your reasons for it. This is mine. I liked Five and Lila. The ending was, peace and love to the writers, bullshit - though bittersweet I suppose, but bullshit.

[xxiiam]

Up to doing an AOT- Levi Ackerman x Scout!Reader smutty one shot ??! Also I keep up with your ao3 series All Mine and LOVEEEE IT. But Attack on Titan has also been living rent free in my headdd ♡♡♡

☆彡 ~ trouble ?

Levi Ackerman x cadet!reader - serious dilf-ish activities

Wc - 1.75k

Fem reader, Levi is peanut butter and extra jelly, Age gap (Levi is in his mid 30s and reader is 19) , reader calls Levi “sir” , lots of spit , sloppy blowjob , m receiving , degradation , Levi calls reader , “cadet” , “brat” , “slut” , “sweetheart” , slapping (face and pussy) , meandom! Levi (with some soft dom inflictions)

Note ~ TYSM FOR LOVING ALL MINE !! I love writing it for all of you guys 🫶🫶🫶 || this has been sitting in my drafts for a good two days so I decided to release it

The whole day during training , you trained near Eren. You even talked with him every so often. Levi watched the pair of you , his same scowl making a very bold statement on his face , “if I see you stop to flirt with Yeager one more time L/N you’ll be on cleaning duty in my office for the next three days” he warned coldly . You screwed your face up , gaze switching from Eren to Levi , “I’m not flirting sir. He was just asking me-” . “So you wanna talk back? Meet me in my office after dinner” he said turning on his heel and observing other people . “Someone’s in troubleeee” Connie teased before being rewarded a slap across the back of the neck from jean .

You opened the door of your captains office after knocking nervously , “you wanted to see me sir?” You said biting down on your bottom lip and walking in front of his desk where he sat finishing his coffee. His cold gaze met yours , “I just have some concerns cadet” . You furrowed your brow , “about what sir?” . “I think you’re being distracted by Yeager . He’s no good for you” . You smiled at your superior, confused , “you called me in here because you think I’m distracted by Eren?” . Levi shook his head , “I know how the younger generation is- sex they all want it, but the guys lack in preforming isn’t that right?” . You stared at him before shaking your head , “I dunno” , “I’m sure you’ve experienced one of these boys. That’s what they are . Boys . You need a man, and I’m tired of seeing the boy you choose be him”

You almost laughed when Levi said this , him talking like this was so out of character for his usually extremely serious tone and workaholic attitude. You walked closer to his desk , “well I’m not seeing any suitors who could show me the difference between a boy and a man” you smiling and batting your eyelashes . He set his cup down sighing - shooting a glare at you . , “on your knees cadet” he said standing up and walking around his desk to you . You stood your ground and remained standing , staring at him with a shit eating grin . Levi always hated when someone disobeyed his orders . He put a firm hand on your shoulder and pushed you down to your knees and slapped you across your cheek , making your head turn to the side . You looked up at him innocently , “listen to me when I tell you to do something brat”

You nodded your head , “yes sir” , “that’s what I like to hear” he said whilst unbuckling his pants and unzipping , his cock pressed against your cheek , he slapped it across your face , “open up” . You decided to obey him , your wet lips wrapping around the tip of his throbbing cock . “Show me how slutty you are for me and NOT a boy” he said between gritted teeth . You removed your lips from his cock and spit into your hand , massaging your spit onto his cock . Your hand stroked his cock lazily , “look up at me sweetheart and put some fuckin’ effort in for me” he said with his hand resting on your cheek softly which was a complete juxtaposition to how he had just previously slapped you.

You applied more pressure whilst stroking your higher up’s cock , you knew you were doing something right since he stopped talking and resorted to soft groans . “I bet Yeager hasn’t seen you look up at him like this has he?” . You couldn’t really reply since your mouth was so full , Levi made it even fuller by pushing your head down . Your nose brushed against the hair above the base of his cock . He held your head down until the tears that had formed in your eyes had become tears rolling down your cheeks , he pushed your head back causing you to breath heavily trying to catch your breath.

His fingers motioned you to stand up even better , he pointed to the edge of his desk, “you want me to bend over the desk?” , he shook his head sternly , “take your pants off and sit . One leg up so they’re spread” . You nodded your head before starting to unbuckle your pants, Levi was far from a patient man when it came to this . “Stop. Just let me do it since you’re so fucking useless” he tutted before practically ripping your pants down and letting you do the rest . You sat on the desk with one leg up like he instructed. Levi’s rough hand traced up and down your slit , he leaned in closer to you . You almost thought he was about to kiss you until a painful slap was brought upon your aching cunt . You whined out of pain , “stop whining.” He said coldly clearly not fazed by your hand clawing at his arm . He was most definitely not fazed since he slapped again . And again . And again . With each slap his hand became increasingly more covered with a slick liquid . He stared down at his hand curious then back at you , “yeah I bet you like that? You like that? So slutty you’ll even like when you’re slapped on your slutty cunt. You’re almost disgusting” .

You bit down on your bottom lip , you clenched around nothing hoping he’d surely give you more pleasure than just slapping at you . Your eyebrows furrowed when you looked up at him desperately, “wondering when I’ll fuck you? Open up” . You stuck your tongue out , mouth opened wide and he did exactly what you thought he would , a large glob of spit fell from his tongue onto yours , “swallow then I’ll fuck you” eagerly you swallowed it all , showing him your clean tongue . He grimaced , “you really are a slut yknow that?” . You nodded , “can you fuck me now please?” . He slapped his cock against your bare cunt , “whyre you trying to give ME orders cadet?” , “sorry sir just impatient” . “Oh I can see that” and with that he slid his bulbous angry red tip into your sopping hole . Then thrusted the rest of his length into you . Not giving you any time to adjust , he didn’t think you’d deserve it .

His calloused and scarred hands gripped at the plush of your thighs , lifting your legs and putting them onto his shoulders as he bullied his cock inside you , “you’re so tight . Clenchin’ down extra hard on your captains dick?” He jeered , you threw your head back in ecstasy . Who would’ve known his dick would’ve been so good despite how short he is? Your moans and whines just couldn’t be contained and Levi made sure to mock you because of it. “Panting like a bitch in heat” he mocked you whilst his thrusts remained consistent and just as mean as him , they were brutal they hit in all the right places at the right speed . He did not dare to falter since he has so much stamina from training so much . You could feel every ridge , every vein . It was all almost too much

But Levi didn’t care if you could take it or not , you were going to take it anyways , Levi didn’t make much noise apart from the occasional grunt or almost moan when you clenched down and throbbed on him after finishing for the nth time , “ I think I’m not gonna cum in you , you don’t deserve it . Your mouth” he said most likely to himself but there was a glint of a grin in his eyes when he saw how disappointed you were when he said he wasn’t gonna cum in you . “Hm. Do you want me to cum inside you sweetheart? You are a slut aren’t you?” He said thrusting in between every word of the sentence. “Tell me how much you want my cum inside you” . Your hands gripped at whatever they could on his desk , your eyes were practically just permanently rolled into the back of your head, “please- sir I wan- need your cum s’ bad..please” you begged as your body shook violently by his relentless thrusts . You didn’t know how many times you finished and neither did he , he cared that he hadn’t yet . He was already overstimulating you for finishing before he said to.

Levi’s hips stuttered for a moment before crashing into yours , it seemed like he was becoming more sloppy , more vocal . “Fuck- you feel so good. So wet and tight f’me aren’t you?” You nodded , “yes sir- jus’ for you” . His hands , gripped harder at your thighs making sure to be able to thrust deeper in you , he bit down on his bottom lip , “ ‘m gonna cum in you, and you’re gonna take it all and not complain- isn’t that right?” He spat . You nodded , not being able to give a real fully formed response . He gave a final grunt before his hips clumsily rolled into yours , his thick ropes of cum staining your insides white.

You both got cleaned up and dressed , before you left his office , he was sat back down on the desk you had previously been fucked on , “you’re not gonna be distracted anymore are you cadet?” . You shook your head , “no sir, can I come back again tomorrow for extra discipline lessons?” He closed his eyes and nodded before waving his hand , motioning you to leave . When you got outside you saw the other cadets standing in shock , jean cleared his throat and spoke up , “we were gonna listen in on you being shouted at by captain. We heard some other noises - what what was that?” . Your face heated up . “It was Eren’s idea” armin said ratting him out . “Eren is just trouble” Connie said shaking his head .

[joels-shitty-puns]

The Key To Your Heart - Track 6

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 4K

Series List: Here!

Miss last chapter? Here!

This one's a little longer than the last few, but it's one I was really excited to get to for a while. I hope you guys like it! We're starting to get into the nitty gritty! Once again please let me know what you think of it! Thank you all for your support :)

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After your emotional conversation with Pedro, you were worried he'd stop talking to you. At least, it seems that's how it usually works. Whenever you try to have a conversation about emotions with someone, it gets shut down. But surprisingly.. it didn't push Pedro away at all. The two of you talk nearly every day on the phone, and when you don't, it's made up for with plenty of text messages. You don't even have to be the first to communicate, either. It just feels natural. It doesn't need to be over-thought.

You keep telling yourself not to get your hopes up, but at the same time, you feel like maybe it's turning into something. Something more than friends. You couldn't help but wonder if Pedro felt the same way, or if maybe he's just a really nice guy.

Despite these feelings, you're still hesitant to tell him you love him. Although he put many of your fears to rest, you continued to be nervous. You were inexperienced. You were significantly younger than him. You led two very different lives. And even though he reassured you about your appearances, it doesn't mean you'd be his type once he actually saw you. Shoot, you don't even know if he's interested in pursuing a relationship.

Plus, now there's the risk of messing up a new friendship. Why ruin it?

How does anyone ever get into a relationship? Others make it look so easy, jumping from relationship to relationship like their heart isn't at stake.

Maybe someday you'd tell him. Maybe someday you'd share these other fears as well. But not yet. You weren't ready.

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About a week had gone by since you first talked on the phone, and it was around 1 PM when he called you.

"Hey Pedro!"

"Hey there, songbird," he replied cheerily.

"Songbird?" You giggled.

"If you hate it-"

"No, I love it. It's sweet," you blushed.

"Okay good. But the reason I'm calling is because I saw something on Instagram…"

"Oh yeah? What of?"

"About you. When were you going to tell me?"

Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh what? What is he referring to?

You nervously laughed "I… what? Tell you what now?"

"Your album is coming out in a WEEK!??!" He practically yelled with excitement.

Seriously… this guy. Giving me a damn heart attack.

"OH" you replied sheepishly. "You scared me, thinking you heard… I dunno"

"Oh! I'm sorry. No. I haven't heard any information that you haven't told me yourself, nor would I believe it anyway. Other than.. this album!!!" Pedro announced like a gameshow host.

You laughed before replying "yes, yes, the album comes out next week! They just announced it I guess."

Pedro clapped and shouted. "CONGRATULATIONS!!!! I'm so happy and proud of you!!!!!!!!"

You weren't looking in a mirror, and he couldn't see you either, but you could bet money that your cheeks were a bright shade of pink. "Thank you, Pedro!" You giggled, your face beginning to hurt from the large smile he caused.

"How are you celebrating? Is the studio doing anything for you?"

"Well they mentioned an album release party, but being that nobody really knows me I don't know who I would even invite. Plus I'm not sure that a large thing like that is how I'd like to show myself to the world. A little too ceremonious for my liking." You grimaced.

"Well, I happen to think you deserve something ceremonious, even if you don't think you do. And I think we should celebrate."

"We - you - you do? You mean…?" You stuttered in disbelief.

"You and me," he said matter-of-factly.

"You.. and… What did you have in mind?" 

Frankly you didn't know what to think.

"Well. I was thinking… Maybe we could listen to the album together? We could talk on the phone and listen, and it would be like our own little album release party. You wouldn't have to show yourself or meet people. It would just be like our normal conversations. Except I'd get to hear your new music and talk about it with you. If you want," he said, sounding slightly nervous.

Your heart swelled at the gesture and you agreed happily. The two of you made a plan to "meet" at 7PM and listen together the night of your album release. And he promised he wouldn't listen without you.

_____

It wasn't until after you were off the phone with him that you began to overthink the songs on your album. Not unlike your first single, these were also rather vulnerable at times. Sure, he knew a lot, and he'd listen to the album anyway. Probably. But still. To hear it… together? You were starting to feel like you were in over your head.

Nevertheless, the week continued on like normal. Work, talking to Pedro, hanging with Skipper. You agreed to a few more interviews in article or voice format after the release, and signed a few last minute things.

As the album date approached closer, Pedro texted you one day.

"Okay I'm going to ask you something and I want you to trust me okay. I'm not going to do anything that I know you would hate."

"Okay…" what does this man have up his sleeve?

"Can I have your address?"

Why does he want my address???? The panic settled in. But, you did like him; and he hadn't crossed any boundaries yet. In fact, he's been one of the most understanding of your qualms.

So. You sent him your address.

"Thank you ❤️" Pedro replied.

A heart !?! A red one!? 

"You're welcome. Also… I was planning to tell you anyway, but if you're looking for my address I may as well tell you…" you told him your real name. Not your stage name. Not a nickname. But your name. First, Last. All of it.

"Thank you for trusting me. I promise I'll keep it safe," reassured Pedro.

"Thank you, P."

"Of course. You have a beautiful name, by the way."

Your heart did a somersault.

_____

The album release date was finally here and you aren't sure you slept a wink. You were a bundle of nerves and excitement. You loved him and always enjoyed chatting together. This was exciting. But also these songs are so personal. This is a big moment. This was a big plan. And why did he want your address anyway?

~~~~~

Meanwhile at Pedro's place, he was just as nervous. He had started out excited, but then he got into his head. His plans for the evening started feeling too romantic. He didn't want you to get the wrong idea. He liked you, but he didn't want to push it. Maybe he was showing too many feelings towards you. You love someone else, and him not respecting that is rude. All you want is a friend and he's just going to seem like another one of those creepy guys trying to get into your pants.

But it was too late now, the plans were in motion, and maybe you'd enjoy it. Who knows. Either way, he loved your friendship, and friends could do this kind of thing for each other… right??

~~~~~

Throughout the day, you paced your house before finally leaving with Skipper in tow. "We gotta get some air, buddy. I'm losing it over here," you said while clipping his leash.

Stepping out of the house, you two went for a long walk, circled back toward home, and plopped down on your lawn. The house still felt too small in preparation for this evening, whatever it was. Why does it feel different anyway? It's just another phone call..? Unless….

Truth be told, while Pedro had his secret plans, you also had some of your own. Whether you followed through with them or not was up to your nerves.

After some sunbathing with your pup, you both head inside. The sun was starting to set, and you realized it was getting closer to the meetup time you chose with Pedro.

_____

6 PM.

You stared at the TV, not really absorbing anything on the screen, but needing a distraction. This afternoon you opted for a show that Pedro was not in. For once, you needed to not see his handsome face. You needed something else. Half paying attention while picking at a hangnail, you jump out of your skin at the sight of your phone lighting up. Pedro texted.

"Picking out my outfit for tonight! Always important to look nice for celebration."

Shit… he's not coming over is he?! That's why he wanted my address?!

"Wait…" you pondered how to phrase your question without sounding like a panicked asshole, when all you wanted to say was "what the fuck do you MEAN!?!"

I'm not dressed. I'm in sweats and covered in dog hair. I don't have makeup on. Oh no.

"Wait… is that why you wanted my address?"

"Oh. Nooo, no no. No, sweet girl, don't worry. I'm not coming over unexpectedly and interrupting your hiding place. I just think it's still important to dress nice."

"Oh..Okay.."

It was around 6:15 when he texted a picture of himself wearing a white button up with a dark blue suit and matching tie. He wore dark-frame glasses and his hair was slightly tamed, but still showed his messy curls. He looked gorgeous.

But as you scanned his body you noticed that instead of dress shoes, he wore a pair of polka dot socks. He had a goofy grin and his one eyebrow was cocked. You grinned.

"All dressed up and nowhere to go," he said.

"You're a goof, P. But I appreciate the effort."

A pause.

"Also, you look really handsome" you nervously hit send before you had a chance to chicken out.

Bold. Probably shouldn't have said that. But hey, friends compliment each other.

"Why thank you. A big accomplishment like this requires all the stops."

He timed this message right to the minute. As you read his text, your doorbell rang.

You opened the door to find two boxes. One large, one small. A delivery boy was getting into his car. 

"Delivery from your biggest fan. 

-❤️, P"

He… he sent me some kind of care package?? And put a heart? And said he's my biggest fan?

You squealed and carried the boxes into the house. "What's this!?" You texted Pedro.

"Open them and see!"

You immediately open them. Inside the larger box was a variety of items. The first thing you noticed was a small vase holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. To the right of that was a bag, which you opened and found your favorite meal, from your favorite restaurant. 

Wow, this is elaborate. 

Below the food was another small bag holding your favorite dessert, and finally to the left, your favorite drink.

I can't believe he remembered all of my favorite things.. This is so thoughtful.

When you moved the flower vase, you noticed one more small item. Is that a… corsage?? You texted Pedro the question.

"Yep!" He sent, with a photo of a matching flower on his lapel.

Remembering you still had the small box, you opened the box flaps, wondering what could possibly be left for him to give you. On top of it was another note.

"For a handsome boy.

- ❤️, your mom's friend, Pedro"

Under the note was a jar of peanut butter, a squeaky anchor toy, and…? What's this?

You unwrap a small paper wrapping to find a dog-sized black bowtie. Shut up.

"SKIPPER!!! Look what Pedro gave you, buddy!"

He padded over to you and let you hook the dressy accessory around his neck. With the clip adjusted, he sat back, looking proud of his new fashion. You quickly snapped a picture and texted it to Pedro.

"I can't believe you did all this, Pedro. Not only did you send all this, but you remembered my favorite things? You remembered all the details from when I first met Skipper. My favorite food, dessert, drink, and flower? That's so sweet, this is all too much Pedro..  Nobody has ever done anything like this for me. I.. I don't even know what to say."

You're amazing and I love you. Is what I want to say.

"You're welcome." He texted back. "Like I said, you deserve a celebration. Plus…"

Pedro sent a photo of his table, set up with the same food and drink, with the caption "now it's like we're having a dinner party."

It was nearing the time to meet, but you still had to do one more thing. You had pondered it earlier in the day, but fully decided it when Pedro sent the photo of himself dressed up. It's now or never.

_____

6:45 PM.

Pedro sat waiting for a reply after he sent his dinner photo. It had only been a couple minutes, but his hands were sweaty and his leg was shaking under the table. Finally, his phone went off. You sent… a video?

He opened it and pressed play. There, he saw you rotating your wrist with the corsage on it. The first time he's ever seen your wrist, hand, or arm before. The first time he's even seen your skin tone.

Geez you act like you're in the Victorian ages, pull yourself together, he rolled his eyes at himself for being so overjoyed.

Next, the video panned to Skipper in his bowtie, looking handsome as ever. The camera zoomed in on him and he looked up into the view with his big brown eyes. 

And then…

The camera panned to the side, and showed a mirror. A full length mirror, where you stood. He scanned your body from your perfectly done up hair and makeup, down your body to your dress. You wore your favorite dress, (in your favorite color, he noted) which showed off your body in the best ways. He looked down to the floor and noticed that you too were wearing fun socks instead of shoes. You wore a pair of striped socks and wrote in your caption "all dressed up and nowhere to go."

His heart picked up and he could feel himself breathing unevenly. He finally saw you. And you were gorgeous. He couldn't help the smile that enveloped his face.

Fuck. She's beautiful… I'm screwed. 

She loves someone else. She loves someone else. She loves someone else. Forget your feelings.

Despite his struggle, he knew he wanted, and needed, to tell you how beautiful he thought you looked. This was a big step to show yourself, and he also knew how self-conscious you felt about your body.

"Wow, you're so beautiful."

You blushed, replying with a quick thank you with a heart, then sending a second message asking if he was ready to listen. The video wasn't the only trick you had planned up your sleeve tonight.

______

The clock turned to 7 PM and Pedro hit the dial for your number. You answered the phone and said a quick "hang on" to set up the shared listening party link for your album. Once sent, you took a deep breath and steadied your nerves. Then, you took the plunge.

"Okay I got the link! I'm so exci - what - wait, is this an accident?" Pedro's hand fumbled as he received your incoming video chat request, his heart picking up to a galloping pace.

"Nope! You can answer it. If you want.."

He quickly swiped the accept button and there you were. Clad in your favorite dress, sitting at a table with the meal he sent in front of you. He could see himself in the corner square, dressed in his suit, with nearly the identical table setup and food.

He couldn't help but notice on his own video screen that his cheeks were turning rosy and his mouth curled into a large smile. But he was too happy to be shy about his blush.

"So this is you," he said.

"This is me," you replied shyly, but still with a huge smile and blush plastered on your face, matching Pedro's.

"You look.." he sighed shakily "..wow.."

"You look pretty wow yourself there," you said with a shy giggle.

Both of you let out gentle laughs, feeling a warm glow as your stomachs felt matching butterflies of nerves, excitement, and… maybe something else.

"So should we listen, I guess?" You asked nervously.

He didn't answer. He was looking at the screen, eyes scanning the video. 

Is he blushing? You wondered. But why would he be? He doesn't like me back… right?

He still hadn't answered you when you finally said "Pedro?? Did you hear me?"

He snapped out of it, somehow turning more crimson. "Oh! Sorry… yeah! Let's listen."

Your nerves were off the charts. Some of these songs were so vulnerable. The ones at the end of the album were the most telling of all.

But as the two of you ate your dinners while listening to your new album, you began to relax. The night was filled with him giving praise and you giving background information on the meanings and production of the songs. 

"Are all the different instruments and harmonies played by you?"

"They are! The studio offered studio musicians but I had originally played them all when I wrote it and wanted to keep it a one woman show."

"You're incredible," Pedro said, shaking his head.

You blushed, for the billionth time today.

When it came to "Imaginary Love" Pedro grinned. "Hey I know this one! The one that started it all." 

"Yep!" You agreed and he began lip syncing to the lyrics dramatically. Little did he know, those lyrics were actually about him. You giggled as he acted out a soulful rendition of the chorus.

"You know, this whole journey has been a real rollercoaster and there have been times I've wished I hadn't posted that song..."

Pedro looked at you with that puppy dog look of his and you continued "but then I remember… that if I never posted it, I would've never started talking to you, and it makes it all worth it."

Pedro placed his hand on his heart and pouted his lip. "I agree. I'm glad to have met you. If I didn't love this song already, that alone would be enough reason for me to consider it one of my favorites.

You grinned and looked down at the table, suddenly feeling shy. The two of you continued to listen, having long finished your dinner. Conversation flowed easily, and you couldn't help but feel like you were on a date. Not that you had much experience with that, but from what you'd seen in movies and shows, this felt very date-like. And you didn't want it to end.

But as the album went on, you approached the last two songs. The ones you were scared of most. The most vulnerable of the album. 

The second to last began to play.

'It's hard to imagine craving something that I've never had.

Dumb to be so desperate for something I've gone without.

But when I'm alone and thinking to myself, I need it so bad.

I crave it like a drug, but one I know nothing about.

Your kiss on my lips, or any kiss at all.

It hasn't happened yet, no matter how hard I fall.

The years keep passing, but still no love.

The years go by, but still no kisses.

I keep wondering and praying up above,

I guess I'm unkissable, despite my wishes.'

Pedro furrowed his brow, looking at you, searching for something. He read the title of the song, "Unkissable," and looked up again, opening and closing his mouth to find the right words.

"Do-" he stopped himself and pondered his wording again. "Is- are all these songs true?"

You stared at the table, picking your nail against the wood. "Yes."

"You really believe that?"

"... I mean… I don't know… maybe… I guess…" you avoided his gaze, but could feel it.

"And you've never-"

"Kissed anyone before? No. I haven't."

"But you've wanted to?"

"Yes," you whispered, starting to feel tears prick at your eyes.

Pedro shifted his lips to the side in thought before finally saying "well… you're still young. It'll happen."

"I'm 26, Pedro. Most people have kissed by the time they've graduated high school. I just… missed the boat I guess. It's okay. I'm just being silly. I don't want it that bad. We can maybe listen to something else now."

"Hey, hey. Don't shut down on me," he asked pleadingly. "26 is still very young, and don't worry about whenever everyone else has done things. Everyone does things at their own pace. I'm sorry you haven't experienced it yet, especially when you want it so badly, but I know that when it does happen, it'll probably be better than any kiss you would've had with some 15 year old boy you would've had in high school."

You laughed, breaking your tears for a minute. "Thanks Pedro."

"Of course. And hey, don't think of yourself as unkissable. Any guy should be so lucky to be with you. Maybe the guy you wrote about in your song will be your first."

"Maybe… I hope so. Thank you."

While your heart bloomed at the kind words and prospect of maybe kissing Pedro in the future, Pedro's heart began to ache. Not only was he sad for you when you wanted love so desperately, but he also couldn't help but feel sad hearing you want to kiss another man. He wants to be that guy for you. He wasn't joking when he said any man would be lucky. But especially knowing now your true age, 22 years younger than him, he knew for sure your crush couldn't be him. You were way too young to be interested in a 48 year old man. He was silly for even entertaining the idea.

But at least he had a new friend. And as he thought longer, he thought about his best friend Sarah, and her relationship. They have a huge age gap, 32 years, but they're happy. And he's happy for her. It doesn't feel weird with them. Could he have that with you? Or is he in over his head?

The last song on the album began to play. This one was less vulnerable, but if he decided to look at the lyrics and notice patterns, he'd see it in the chorus. 

'People have a lot to say

Everyone loves or hates me

Don't know what I did today

Right now you're all I can see

Only want to be with you.

Please, love me too.'

You're sure the obsessive listeners will figure out the acrostic, and if Pedro looks up the lyrics, he might too. But either way, it's out there. All you can do is hope for the best and eventually you're sure it'll come out anyway.

 This wasn't one you were sure about putting on the album, but when the studio read through your personal songbook, they went insane over it. They figured it out quickly, and they promised they'd keep it to themselves. Luckily they have so far, but if money came calling, you think they'd sell your heart faster than you could say no.

The song, and album, came to a close and Pedro looked up at the screen once again, staring into your eyes. "Once again your music has blown me away."

Whether he put together the end or not, he wasn't letting on.

"Thank you Pedro. I really appreciate it. And thank you for tonight. It was truly special and I mean it when I say it's the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. You didn't have to go through all that trouble," you said thoughtfully.

"It was no trouble. You deserve congratulations for your album," Pedro replied with a smile.

Right.. it's just a congratulations. Nothing else. You sighed.

"Thank you. I'm really glad we did this. Talk again soon?" You asked.

"Absolutely. It was wonderful to meet you finally," Pedro said, finishing the sentence with your real name and smiling.

"It was great to meet you too, Pedro."

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[seaslugdisco]

nuzi is not a proship, i understand the confusion of the unclear timeline, but this is my understanding and how it places n and uzi at similar ages:

this theory has two versions, depending on the gap in the timeline of events between the core collapse and the disassembly drones arrival. first, the larger amount of time between these two events. the core of copper-9 collapses, nuclear winter ensues, all humans on the planet die, etc. etc. khan is one of the worker drones who defect from humans and begins to try to start his own life. nori, after being trapped in cavin fever labs and being experimented on and gaining the absolute solver, escapes with yeva. they meet as camp 98.7, fall in love, and move into a deserted human bunker with some other families and start a sort of civilization. they have uzi, but nori begins getting visions of the future- khans line in episode 4 about nori at the beginning, "she was always all: 'build doors against the coming sky demons!' 'the singularity awakens.' 'look at this cool s i can draw!'." nori tells khan to build doors, as in, on the existing bunker, not build the bunker.

uzi grows up to be about 19-20 when the events of the series play out, (the ages of kids her age from other bunkers on missing posters in episode 3 at the very beginning) you know the rest. this probably means that living under the ice in the bunker is just how she grew up, but the disassembly drones are a threat that appeared in her lifetime and killed her mother, presumably before she was a fully functional worker drone and still one of the smaller round baby drones (??? i dunno what to call them) this WOULD explain why she doesnt remember nori much but this always confused me because theyre robots??? they literally cannot forget unless they manually delete something from themselves??? actually thats probably a lore thing. whatever it doesnt matter for this theory. ANYWAYS, a big thing that i see people miss is that if disassembly drones have been alive long enough to kill nori, they have really barely gone through changes like the workers do as they "grow up". its understandable that they were just made to kill and didnt really need it, but this still places them at a much younger age than they look or are in the series. this means that uzi and n can be very close to the same age, even if they dont look it. im not sure if n v and j were just like actually pretty short because in the pilot opening sequence we never see the disassembly and worker drones in a same frame good enough to compare or if there was to change at all.

just really short disassembly drones is kinda a funny thought though lol

option two, which i find less likely but also more interesting, is very similar, but instead of after the core collapse, nori and khan meet BEFORE it. maybe khan defects from the company??? nori and yeva are able to escape??? idk if that could even happen or where i was going with this everything else is basically the same but uhh its a cool thought right

in conclusion: people who think nuzi is a proship what the fuck are you doing

thank you for coming to my tedtalk

[nomouthedscream]

PREFACE: I AM A JAIDEN ANIMATIONS FAN, THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE A HATE POST OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, ITS JUST MY SUBJECTIVE FEELINGS AND SORT OF MUSINGS

Watched jaidenanimation's new video earlier today, and Im torn. Cause on one hand I feel really happy for her for having made it to 10 years, and I understand the desire to do something else after having done a job for a while, to just relax and be yourself and possibly even rediscover yourself. But also the life she described after youtube is just not a realistic one, even for normal people. Part of the reason the job market is so utterly dogshit is because they work really hard to try and pidgeonhole you into certain positions and actively punish you for going against it. An increasing number of companies are requiring 2-3 years work experience for entry level positions (I wish I was kidding). They don't like it when your most recent job was in a different industry, even if it was for college. And any sort of gap in employment is blamed upon your laziness and lack of work ethic.

And colleges get increasingly pickier about your qualifications and if you should get money the older you are because they want that space youre taking up for some 18 year olds who don't know how to bargain or finacially plan well. My college has a secondary college specifically for "adults" (people over 22). Ive only met about 10 people over 22 in classes, and all of them were seeking masters, doctorates, or work certifications. I have only ever met 2 people over 30 who I took classes with, one seeking a masters while the other was working towards getting a work certification. There are people out there who get bachelors late or second ones after their first set, but they are a rare breed, and often times they either have to have a lot of money on hand or have to be willing to go into debt.

And if you go the self owned buisness route, you have the exact same problem that jaiden complained about with youtube, which is that it never actually leaves your mind, it is always there, a shadow at the edge of your vision.

I just, I dunno, I love Jaiden's content and I'm really happy for her, and I think its kinda sweet she idolizes the simple life. But I also think this video sort of epitomizes the fact that the people who got to make youtube a full time job sort of believe they live in a different world totally separate from ours, and they don't really know what normal is, at least not at the point jaiden's at. It felt like when cottagecore was really popular and people talked about the ideal of "the simple life" or when people were obsessed with van life and a bunch of people then had to come out and say "NO, ITS NOT ALL SUNSHINE AND ROSES". Youtube is a job that changes your lifestyle, but so is... any job. My friend whos gonna start student teaching next semester feels like they can't swear anymore or else theyre gonna slip up. My friend who works as an auctioneer basically has no time for his social life anymore. I constantly have work and college looming in my mind, and I've been repeatedly told to be prepared to dedicate all my time to my work since Im going into a stem field. Its all just sort of a part of growing up and taking on adult life. It's just all work in one form or another. It's incredibly difficult to genuinely retire at a young age now adays so if you want to no longer do a job you're going to have to switch instead. And there is no shame in wanting a job change, but it is always important to recognize what such a change will entail and if you're willing to undergo the hardship you will have to endure to get any sort of reward from it. So... yeah.

Tldr: Jaiden's new 10 year anniversary video reminded me that people really do think the grass is greener on the other side.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Unnamed GN! MC x Mammon Fake Fic

Ship is kind of a side pairing? It's definitely there but it focuses on evenryone

@littlewonderstar

Yes okay this is 3 years late.....

Sequel to Chapter 7 - Love Made Me Do it - human childhood friends Au

Okay I wasn't planning a sequel so I need to figure out the timeline first and set up the...story? I dunno, hang on;

Ages by the time all the brothers are permanently living in the 'House of Lamentation';

Lucifer - 29 Mammon & MC - 27 Levi - 26 Asmo - 25 Beel & Belphie - 22 Lilith - 21 Satan - 18

This is also gonna focus on the entire family more than just on mc x mammon

After he turns 18, Mammon lives with Lucifer at his apartment and though they are constantly arguing it's not that bad? If anything it reminds them both of when they were younger before the others came along.

They're both constantly visiting their younger siblings at their foster home and Mammon is still constantly running around causing trouble with MC (this is way before they get their shit together and figure out they're dating).

MC takes a gap year before starting college and Mammon opts out of it altogether, despite Lucifer's insistent screaming, because the structure and process of school was hard enough goddamnit! They both do lots of small, part time jobs during the year (with scams peppered in). By the end of the yr Levi has turned 18 and moves in with Mammon (19) & Lucifer (21).

MC (19) leaves for college and Lucifer has to practically tear Mammon away from them. Mammon mopes around the house for a while after that despite constantly calling and face-timing MC and even Lucifer feels bad enough that he stops nagging Mammon to find a real job (for a week) and moves on to nagging Levi instead.

Asmo moves in by the end of the year when he turns 18 (and by now this little two bedroom apartment has 4 residents) but leaves almost immediately to uni to study to be a fashion designer

Mammon and MC rent out a small shitty one bedroom mattress-on-the-floor-those-stains-on-the-floor-look-suspiciously-like-blood apartment. MC goes to college to become a professional photographer and when their assignments call for it they use Mammon as a muse/model. while Mammon's juggling many part time jobs, this is the foot in the door he needs to start getting small professional modelling gigs that slower grow bigger and more frequent until its earning him a more or less steady income.

Levi helps some online friend with a software issue and this spirals towards him doing software/hardware repair from the apartment he shares with Lucifer (who obviously works for Diavolo - like in the human realm in canon, Diavolo owns a series of popular hotels and Lucifer is in charge of the first/biggest/main one).

Beel goes to college with a sports scholarship while still debating what to do (his ideal dream would be one of those jobs on the food network where you travel around the world eating food but he also doesn't want to be away from his family for too long, specially Belphie). He ends up, through college football, falling into sports physiotherapy and he comes back to Lucifer's every weekend.

Belphie takes a three year break before deciding what to do - mostly he just sleeps during the break & if anyone asks his life plan is to become someone's sugar baby. He does eventually end up going to college for astronomy. He sleeps through all his classes but graduates top of the class. He ends up working as an astronomer but his end goal is to retire as soon as possible and sell feet pics on the internet.

Lilith majors in herpetology with a focus in snakes, she does a minor in women's studies. She ends up in a love triangle in college - dates a guy - breaks up with him after a huge fight but they still hold a candle for each other - he starts dating a girl - Lilith accidentally seduces said girl by showing off her pet snake and buying her a slice of apple pie from a very popular/expensive/exclusive cafe called The Garden which is almost impossible to get into (Luckily her eldest brother's childhood friend/ex/current close friend is the head baker). At this point everyone likes each other but Lilith's never seen her ex's new girlfriend or her current crush's boyfriend and so on and so on. But when her ex gets badly sick & hospitalised Lilith ends up deciding to go visit him and bring a whole apple pie (his favourite) from the cafe. Of course she then meets his girlfriend/her current crush and lots of things are cleared up. When he gets better they all end up sitting down and talking and eventually over time they end up in a relationship together. Lilith does occasionally live with her brothers during college but afterwards the three of them move in together away from the city to a quaint little cottage with a lovely garden (the boyfriend is also dating some guy named Steve but he doesn't live with them). At some point in the future the girlfriend has two kids and I'm sure they live long, happy lives and nothing bad happens. Lilith runs a reptile rescue (specialising in snakes) and jokingly calls them her demon children.

Satan's that person who changes his major at least 5 times - usually depending on what the person in the book he's reading does. In the end he majors in library science and becomes a librarian.

That's the overall setup and what happens to them.

At a point where Lucifer's making the most money he can and none of the others (except Levi) are living with him but are in and out of the (now larger) apartment in groups of twos and threes, he ends up buying a very old very run down mansion where a family of 7 & their servant once lived and died after they were murdered (with only one survivor).

He says none of this to the others. He doesn't even tell them he's buying a house until he does so. During their next family only dinner (MC included because they were part of the family long before they got together with Mammon) Lucifer tells them all he bought a mansion with a large garden, and that any of them that wishes to live there can - free of charge as long as they're willing to split up the food and electricity bills. But that it's a bit rundown and that he wants their help to renovate it. Everyone is of course very excited.

Which leads to them (- lilith who had prior commitments & lives the furthest from everyone), on the next weekend, standing outside the most definitely haunted house they've ever seen. The trees in the front are bare of any leaves and blackened as if burned. Crows litter the branches staring down at them with beady eyes, cawing. It's early morning but the whole area is dark and bats circle the top of the house. The gate is a tall spindly thing that creaks in the wind. There's no other house anywhere close to it and they had to travel down a long narrow twisting road, surrounded on either side by a dense forest of tall thin trees, covered in mist to get to the house. The forest circles the house and the large back garden, now overgrown and full of weeds, almost blends in with the forest.

The eight of them stand in a row in front of the house, 7 of them wearing looks of horror while Lucifer smiles serenely.

"What the fuck" someone quiety mutters though none of them can tell which one it was

Lucifer then proceeds to tell them, quiet happily, the story behind the house before picking up a large box of tools and going inside. The others slowly shuffle after him until it's just Mammon & MC standing there.

Mammon, horrified but also strangely resigned: we're going to die here aren't we

MC, deciding there's nothing to do for it so they might as well roll with the punches, cheerful: Nope. You're going to die here. I'm going to get framed for murder and *then* killed via staged suicide

They pick up their box and move towards the house. Mammon scrambles after them.

This could have two endings.

One is they renovate everything. Bit by bit for one reason or another everyone (minus lilith) trickles back in and end up living in the house. They have family dinners with Lilith and all the in-laws (MC, Diavolo, Simeon who's technically an ex but everyone loves him so he still comes over, Solomon who's in an open relationship with Asmo, Lilith's partners, Luke because he's Simeon's kid AND everyone decided that means he's their kid too/their little brother) at least once or twice a month. They do have family and friend dinners once a month. At the family dinners Lilith's boyfriend/husband gravitates towards the other in-laws after realising how batshit crazy Lilith's family is only to then slowly realise 'no everyone's a freak here'. This ending comes slowly, it is not so much an ending as it is us no longer following their story as they continue through the ups and downs of life.

The second ending is this:

All that happens in the first ending still happens here, but there's also more to it all. And so we retrace our steps a bit;

The eight work together, sometimes joined by Lilith and the other dateables & undateables to renovate the entire house. They accidentally break through the floor and find a catacomb/labyrinth. the wind moves through it in such a way it sounds like howls of many creatures. They also find a crypt down there with an old book chained to it. Having watched Evil Dead they quickly make their way upstairs and seal up the hole.

MC's room has a whole ass tree in it and they refuse to let anyone chop it down.

Levi's has a wide stone closet built into the wall itself that they turn into a huge tank for Henry 2.0

Lucifer's deadass has a skeleton locked in a cage in it.

Mammon, immediately doing a U-turn and marching out of the room: MOTHERFUCKIN FUCK FUCK I'M OUT

MC, already follwing after him: I'll get him back don't worry

Levi, from behind the door - refusing to come inside: I-is it real?

Lucifer, already marching towards it: doesn't matter we'll be taking it down either way

In the end, they don't take it down. Mammon, Levi & Asmo refuse to touch it. Satan refuses to help Lucifer on his own room. Belphie can't be bothered to. Lucifer & MC are running around supervising and there's always something more urgent that comes up that takes it off their mind. Lilith thinks it gives the room character & forbids Beel from taking it down unless Lucifer expressly asks him to. Lucifer forgets & by the time he remembers the skeleton (now dubbed Roger) has become a fixture.

MC swears they can hear a voice calling from the attic, asking to be let out, each time they go to sleep at night - though of course no one's up there.

There's a dark reddish brown mark at the bottom of the staircase, just a little away from the front doors that none of them can get rid of no matter what they do

The house is probably haunted (or there's a gas leak no one's identified yet) but they learn to live with it, the way humans eventually learn to live with everything.

Beel goes to get a snack in the middle of the night and the fridge is always full of empty containers covered in a writing that blurs in front of his eyes. He cleans it out, closes the fridge, pats its door fondly and thanks it, taking whatever is needed to make a sandwich. He knows when he checks tomorrow that no containers will be left on the countertop and will easily dismiss it as the imaginings of a half wake, hungry mind.

No matter how much they clean out and empty the attic, someone keeps pilling blankets and pillows there until Belphie says fuck it and makes it his main napping spot

Lucifer's pens keep rearranging, Satan's bookmarks keep moving between pages, someone keeps going through Levi's stuff, Asmo's products run out faster, Mammon's room gets messy even if he cleaned it and then spent the rest of his time in MC's room, MC finds photos with the brothers they can never remember taking. Lilith's room (which she uses whenever she visits) is the only that always remains untouched.

But these things happen sporadically enough that they can just live with it and anyway all of them aren't living there (yet).

Lucifer, Levi & Asmo are the permanent residents along with Lucifer's three new dogs.

Mammon finally earns enough to buy the car he's always wanted but he doesn’t want to keep it at their apartment building so he ends up moving it to the garage in Lucifer's house, which means he & MC end up moving there (they mostly share a room at night despite having two separate rooms)

Beel wanted to move back with his family and so Belphie was pulled along.

Satan swore up and down that he was only moving here becaue of the large home library and truly nothing else.

Lilith continues to live at her own place with her partners.

The part of the first ending happens here. We once again stop following their story as they continue to live their lives.

And then we take a step. Through a door that wasn't there before, held open by a creature as old as time playing the part of a butler for a prince. We take a step over the threshold and across the universe.

To another house much like the one we left and yet - and yet - much different.

Where a family - loud and bright - lives - as they should - loudly and brightly.

Where an eldest, always working, ever busy, doesn't take care for how he arranges his pens as long as they're always on hand.

Where a second, always running, ever in a hurry, doesn't bother where his clothes land when taken off.

Where a third, serves as a general in world that has long since removed itself from the choking, tearing, searing hold of War and is now free to do with his time whatever he wills with no job to distract him from his real interests

Where a fourth who can live his entire life without needing sleep uses a bit of that time to read through books at a pace too rapid for a human to ever keep up with

Where a fifth will shed of his human skin every couple months to moisturise and groom his true body, so much larger than a human's would ever be

Where a sixth's ravenous impossible appetite empties whatever is lain in front of him

Where a seventh has made a home in what once was a cage

Where a human never stops trying to capture every moment of this new fantastical world

Where a sister's room remains closed and forever unused.

Where the pure magic in the air is strong enough that sometimes things just...bleed through the fabric of the universe

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Just curious, I think the age thing is the big thing with tonks and Remus and a few of the things of how jkr wrote it but I could see them being happy in a non-sirius timeline... But did you say that too bc wolfstar heart, like that they would be together if Sirius lived?

I dunno if this makes any sense lol, but I hope so and that it's coming across right.

I love all your art!!!!!

no, if sirius had lived then wolfstar obviously would have stayed together in my opinion. however, i don’t see it as some sort of betrayal that remus would find love after sirius. sure, you can criticize the relationship based on age gap or how quickly it progressed (if you don’t like those aspects of it) but i don’t think those things make it any less believable.

there’s a certain amount to be said about remus being an older order member and thus in a position of power over tonks, on top of her being younger, but there is no indication in the books that they play into those roles. like, she is often shown as the more pushy ‘i’ll do whatever the fuck i want’ person while he kinda takes a back seat. also, as far as i know it’s not canon that remus ever met tonks when she was a child. they met when they were both adults. (and remus was by no means old lol)

[peachjagiya]

why the hell are people still shipping jungkook with lee yubi? girl she is a 1990liner, 34 years old, a whole 7 years older than jungkook like it literally doesn't even make sense

I don't know why people are shipping. I don't have a problem with whatever people feel like doing.

Why particularly though? Hmm. Same clothes sometimes. Same jewellery, isn't it always the jewellery? Usually erroneously claimed as couple jewellery or limited edition only sold in the convenience store next door to Yubi's aunties house or whatever 🙄

She posted a picture of herself wearing the coco crush ring that JK has been spotted wearing but it's Chanel, it's not like only two were ever made.

Also if you subscribe to jewellery as proof - I don't - JK was flexing the Coco Crush ring a number of times but so was Tae:

Slight tangent though: the reason I don't buy into jewellery as a foundation for shipping is how the proof is so dubious. The pictures above are both the same ring because you can see the quilted pattern. But then they point to these pictures of Seojoon and Wooshik as proof of a Wooga ring:

Where's the quilting?! It might actually be the same ring but these photos do not prove it. It drives me up the wall. Yet there are whole groups of people using this as proof of JK being a Wooga. As it happens, all we know from above pictures is that Taekook has the same ring that is readily available to buy for anyone with the funds.

Anyway that was a side quest rant.

Rings aren't proof for me. Nor is Yubi wearing Adidas "that was discontinued in 1998 so it can only be JKs vintage one."

Especially when hey, look, you can buy it right now with the exact toggles and trefoil on the arm:

I'm also not convinced by Yubi wearing a certain kind of black kf94 mask JK wears or Yubi sitting in an apartment with white curtains when a lot of apartments in Seoul look exactly the same.

Or hey, maybe they did date. I dunno. To clarify, it doesn't debunk Taekook for me if either of them have ex-girlfriends. I actually don't really mind why someone else ships something. Live your life, you know?

Incidentally I don't think a 26 year old dating a 34 year old is that weird. It's a decent age gap but maybe he likes a nuna.

Where it becomes a bit of a problem is that I'm seeing some of this "evidence" dating back to 2019 when JK was 22 and she was 29. That feels a little more... Delicate in terms of JKs development. But I don't think it's impossible. And hey, Seojoon is 35 and he hangs out regularly with Tae at 28. Sometimes you just vibe with people.

Anyway this was directionless and rambling. TL;DR: I dunno why they're shipping, the evidence is flimsy, but let them ship, it doesn't change my opinion at all.

[hyohaehyuk]

i noticed that somethings got cut from the original yt stream related to them drinking sake so watch this yt video after taka appears but in case eventually it gets deleted i also uploaded the parts that are missing (Part 1 / Part 2)

Some "Takeru Sugar and yt live" and "Miura Shohei & Shirota Yu & Takeru Satoh & Takahiro Moriuchi youtube live" transcriptions

Takeru's youtube delivery is lagging. it's so interesting to watch the delay between Sugar and the youtube live hahah

Sugar comment: Your new haircut looks good! Yu: Who's? Yours? Tkr: Dunno, I didn't cut my hair. Yu: I did but I guess they asked you 😂

Yuu in the stream/sugar before Shohei's stream, seeing Tkr wearing a ring in his right ring finger, asked him 'have you got married?' 🤣🤣🤣

Also when Tkr was showing A's new sweatshirt, Yuu went, 'like i always said, why don't you make XXL one?' poor son 🤣🤣

about abyts new clothes Yu: Do you wear the pink?? Tkr: Yes Yu: Eeeh?? Tkr: Pink is the cutest Yu: Really? I haven't seen you wearing pink Tkr: There's still a side of me you don't know

They finished sugar because Shohei's live is starting… Yu: Ahh I should have gone to the toilet! Tkr: Stop joking around! Yu: No, really. Tkr: I haven't seen anybody going to toilet on a youtube live!

NOW WE'RE WATCHING TKR WAITING FOR YU IN FRONT OF THE TOILET WHILE SHOHEI STARTED THE LIVE 🤣🤣🤣 I rewatched it and he was even considering going after Yuu INSIDE the toilet with the camera omg 😂😂

Tkr now LINE-ing with his sister, while they're talking about how they're haven't seen Tkr wearing pink, only black turtleneck, with black pants, coat and so on 😂

Tkr's lil sis suggested the hashtag for the show and Shohei approved it 🤣 #三浦屋の翔へいへ～い

Tkr is still discussing the hashtag with his sis 🤣🤣

-Are we finished talking about Tkr's sister? -We're not. -What's your age gap? -4 years. (is what I heard?)

Yuu: Do you get along with your sis? Tkr: No Yuu: You said that but there's no way you don't get along with her if you're talking with her now Tkr: She's just giving orders (abt the hashtag)

-Did we meet her? -No

-Does your mother and sister comes to your place? -Nope -Then.. I'll come along with you when you go visiting them. -Why? -To meet your sister. -…Please stop. 😂

it's interesting to watch them trace the start of the friendship~~ Tkr recognized Yuu (and Shohei i think?) from ikemen magz at that time, when there were lots of magz with Yuu on cover, also at that time there were ikemen hype, like IkePara, and TeniPuri stageplay (or musical i forgot 🙈), and Yuu was one of the most popular 😂

While Yuu don't really change since then, Tkr becomes more shou-ene (has little energy) time after time 😂 But actually, when they first met, Tkr adjusted to Yuu's mood at that time. So maybe since they got along, Tkr can be himself more 🥺

Yu, Shohei: Q. Between the three of you who is the most handsome character? Tkr: Eeh? Yu, Shohei: Should we tell at three? Tkr: handsome character… both points at Takeru Tkr: Well, me. 😂 Tkr: I don't get the meaning of "handsome character"

From the countless games Tkr did with Yuu, the one Yuu thinks he can win against him is magical banana 🤣

Magical Youtube!

youtube - hikakin - neko - kawaii

Y: Eh was that one valid (kawaii)? T: oi you gotta be kidding me!

And the debate starts which one is valid between "neko is cute" and "plant is cute"

TAKAAAAAA ARRIVEEEEEED

Seems like Shohei didn't invite Taka??? So he didn't know that he will come??? Tkr said that Shohei might be reluctant (?) to invite these famous guys so he didn't invite Taka 🙈🙈

Taka was worried this delivery won't go right with these two (Yu, Shohei) so he decided to come to stir things up😂 He brought sushi and sake too, because they're interesting when they're drinking 😂

Bc Taka isn't invited today, he called Shohei's manager to find out where these guys at, and he came after eating sushi 🤣🤣

Taka: you know when these guys (Shohei and Yuu) started to get drunk, they will just act like children

Then Yuu confirmed their position (?) again, Taka-mama, Tkr-papa, Shohei-first son, Yuu-second son

Taka is here to support~ mama is here to help papa taking care of his first son's first livestream :)))

Taka gived tissues and Takeru tease him “Old man handing out tissues” 🤣

Taka to Shohei: WHY you wear all-white!!

Taka: How many people are watching: Staff: 90.000 people Tkr: It's better to not tell this, because he (shohei) is nervous. 😅 Shohei: Eeeh, 90.000 people are watching?? 😳😬

Taka: 90k ppl are watching these ikemens and what are you guys doing righ now!!

Seems like Yuu mistook Toru for Tegoshi once 🤣

OOR only did outdoor lives back then, so when Yuu said he also watched OOR live but indoor, Taka said that it must be Tegoshi AHAHA

Also Yuu and Teppei (CMIIW) covered a Kobukuro song together during a school fes 👀👀 Taka talking abt Yamada Shintarou

Now they're talking about marrige. They guessed it right that Shohei would be the first one to get married, and for Tkr, Shohei is THE example of a good guy (Shohei is Takeru' role model). And as expected they said that Tkr is the most complicated person when talking abt this 🤣

Yu: Taka said once that he can't be married until all the members in the band aren't married. But now that all of them are done it, he could done it anytime 😂

But one opinion is that marriage is impossible for all three of them (except Shohei who is already married) Takeru said he feels like Yu can do it too... But for them (Taka, Takeru) it's impossible 😂 (me: 👀)

Takeru said that normal/ordinary happiness is the most important thing and that he and Taka "can't find normal/ordinary happiness."

Taka uses lots of emoji Tkr doesn't use emoji at all, but he will hide his kindness somewhere in the messages (like, suddenly, 'how bout you Takapin?'). And will get very kind once they talk one-on-one.

Shohei: I’m thinking of shooting a drama and upload on youtube. With Takeru as producer, Yuu as director and me and TAKA as actor. TAKA can do it definitely.

TAKA: It’s impossible for me. I can’t even remember the lyrics to my songs

Taka getting worried abt this project,

Shohei: I have you guys with me. It'll definitely be okay.

They're talking seriously abt Yuu as the musical director, and suddenly Tkr said 'is it interesting?' with that smug face 🤣🤣

Taka is not sure whether he can sit tight during the whole musical (2 hrs ish), then he's like "but Tkr will come right? Then i'll just go with him" 🤭 But Tkr keeps asking whether it's interesting or not 🤣

Shohei to Taka (abt the musical): then just go together (with Tkr), as a husband and wife

Yuu will get very nervous when he knows Tkr is watching him XDD But that's bcos he knows that Tkr will analyze and judge things strictly, his standard is high but he will strictly tell which is good/bad. That's why Yuu is kinda reluctant to directly tell him that it's interesting

They're talking abt Tkr has the quality to be a person behind the scenes (prod/dir), but he said that it's bcos they know how to work (as actors/musicians), they should try to produce things. And yes Yuu is actually doing that, by creating a musical that he wants to create

Also Tkr said that the best condition is a person who can act AND direct, bcos he knows the feelings of the actors, so it won't be just one way from the director.

According to Taka, Tkr has almost never missed OOR's concerts 😳 And at one time, he came to their meeting, just sat there like a director, with a pen and setlist in front of him. Tkr said that someday he wants to produce OOR's con and YES i really want to see that happen 🔥🔥

And they left just like that

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From this article (rough translation):

"The topic of his student days began, and Sato surprisingly confessed "I was a shy person when I was in high school, so I wasn't popular at all." ' It seemed like he couldn't hide his surprise.

When asked, "Have you ever been confessed to?", he corrected himself by saying, "I've never been confessed to by someone in high school…Oh, but that's a lie! It happened once or twice." "But I think this person was cool in high school."

When pointed at it, Miura carelessly said, ``When I was in high school, I don't know if I could use it…Oh, it's raw!'' Shirota tsked, "Wait, wait, be careful!" and made him laugh."

[daedalusdavinci]

i dont really know who or how many people check my blog for updates on where im at with my writing and stuff but in honor of starting to come out of the fog im just going to like. level, really quick. writing is a personal affair intricately tied to what were coping with at the time so as i give updates for what i have planned im also going to talk about shit im going through so heres your warning now

you might have seen it in the a/n for brothers return for the whole ten seconds it was there before i backspaced it out of existence but a family member of mine died in october and writing- living, really- has been almost impossible since. its only just now starting to get easier.

we finally spread the ashes a couple weeks ago or so now and it feels. lighter, now. easier to breathe. i have his art hanging in my bedroom and im going to see my cousins again in a week and my foot is broken so i have all new things to focus on, and its. yknow. we move forward.

ive written a couple of things between now and october but looking at them they feel... short, and hollow, and i can tell i wasnt feeling what i was writing even though i convinced myself at the time that it was good enough. theres a very good chance ill try and rewrite brothers return and the second robin (i HATE those titles btw), because i feel like theyre fics that need to happen but its also. SO hard to write about resurrection when youre grieving?? lol??? like. someone in my life died and im never getting him back and now i have to put myself in dicks shoes where he DOES get jason back and its just. thats not easy, man. its suddenly become an almost impossible topic. but im hoping, now, that maybe i can finally reconnect with it and rewrite it in a way im actually satisfied with

snow day i will straight up be dubbing noncanon from now on. i doomed myself the second i wrote son of dent and made it so harvey and bruce have to not be dating the entire fucking time jasons a kid and ive managed to keep to that pretty well so far adn find wiggle room here and there but snow day was really. sldkjfnslkdnfsdf its a plot hole. its a huge plot hole. i wrote it because i wanted to write something that felt good not something that made sense and i SUCCEEDED but man does it not make sense. so im just gonna be striking it from the canon and keeping it up regardless.

moving into future fics, though. i dunno, man. i finally plotted out that detective au ive wanted to write for ages but its gonna be long and im scared to start it.

i did read all of damians preboot comics (or at least, the ones on the list i was given) (id read some before and ive read some n52 ones already so this was just filling in the last of the gaps (mostly his origin story)) and filled in the last of the preboot timeline (post jasons resurrection, idc about anything before that) so i feel prepared to write the next installment of the jdau, whatever that is, but i havent decided exactly what that is. itll probably be al ghul centric, tho. thats all i know tho! thats all i know

but i guess. keep your expectations low. im figuring things out. might reopen prompt requests soon tho, and im trying my absolute best

[here-lies-golden-kamuy]

Regarding your words from the previous reblog, I do have some Nikaidou headcanons!

Since it's mentioned the twins are from a Japanese prefecture Shizuoka, the Nikaidou family works in a fishery.

Kouhei and Youhei lived normal lives. The two were menaces to kids their age, playing (mostly) harmless pranks on them, the most obvious one is lying each others identities or guess who is who.

Their hometown is always a warm climate, so when the twins joined the army, they hate the cold. To keep each other warm, the brothers embraced each other.

Their parents are still alive until the present events of GK. This is why Kouhei was desperate of wanting to go home, but slowly loose parts of himself due to blind vengeance.

(These headcanon only exist if Youhei is still alive)

After Youhei gotten a tooth gap from Sugimoto, Kouhei (eventually other people) would put put random objects inside the hole of the tooth.

When asleep, Youhei would 'whistle' due to to the air passing through the gap and this cause Kouhei to irritated by it thus leading to him putting small folded papers or anything to stop the whistling.

Well, that's all the headcanons I have so far. Hope you like it~

@moonbirdflies OMG I LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS, I WANT THEM TO BE CANON STAT!!!! RIGHT NOW!!!! WRITING TO NODA-SENSEI RIGHT NOW /J

AAAAAAH your childhood headcanons for them are so good I'm weepy thinking of them as little kids 🥹 If I remember correctly, the twins were born in November, which makes them Autumn children! I can totally see them hating the cold; maybe they have a thing like Goldilocks where they want things just right? Hence Autumn is their favorite season because it's cool but not oppressively cold, and they can play under the falling leaves too! Also, them embracing themselves in cold, harsh Russian winters? My god you're a genius.

Your idea of them being little pranksters is SOOO CUTE!!!! Maybe that's an identical twin thing to do - messing with other people when it comes to their identity! I can see them being partners in crime since they were children and bonding over pranks and jokes as they grow up! Kouhei already has an adorable laugh, so I'd love to think that their early years were filled with so much joy and laughter!

Wanting to go home? BRB CRYING IN THE CLUB 😭 /J THE NIKAIDOUS ARE DUTIFUL SONS!!!! I WON'T TAKE ANYTHING LESS!!!!

LASTLY, THE TOOTH GAP AND PUTTING OBJECTS IN BETWEEN THE TEETH ARE SO....NIKAIDOUCORE I LITERALLY LAUGHED MY ASS OFF WHEN IMAGINING IT!!!! /POS Yes, that's the type of shit that the twins would do.....Youhei wanting to return the favor to Sugimoto and make him have a tooth gap too. I dunno why that's my favorite hc - maybe because it's so on brand with GK humor, and maybe because it's still a sign of their intense brotherly love <3

I love how you're converting me into becoming a harder Nikaidou stan and I'm living for it!!!! Thank you once again for sharing these with me! I'd love to hear more (or help make more if you want!) in the future, love!

[ljsstories]

Chapter Fifteen: Jealousy Thy Name Is...

It had now been over a month since Jensen sent his brother away for some peace and quiet. So far Jonah had managed to write enough songs for two albums never mind half of one, he'd found himself a girlfriend and he had never sounded happier. Jensen would have been happy too if it wasn't for the fact that little brother had met Jane and her entire family, including her terminally ill mother, Eliza had him staying at the family home in Kilmarnock during the week and they would be together at the cottage in Millport at the weekends. Jonah was no longer interested in drinking or sleeping around, his whole focus was on Eliza and being with her, Jensen was envious. What he wouldn't give to have that with Jane, for her to lean on him the way Eliza leaned on Jonah. With his tour now over, he had time to himself and he wanted nothing more than to jump on a plane and be with Jane under the guise of visiting his younger brother. He wasn't going to do it, that would just be too obvious, of course he would be there to see Jane, she knew how estranged he and Jonah were! She wouldn't buy it for a second! Juliet hadn't spoken to Jonah since he left, he had tried to call her a couple of times when he first arrived in Scotland but she ghosted him and that was that. She was far too busy skulking in corners with Sweater Boy, their hushed voices as Jensen passed being a dead giveaway that they were talking about him. He just couldn't take to that pastel freak, he would sit down and have the obligatory half hour a week with him during the tour, but apart from that he would ignore him. Now that Jensen was home and had all this time on his hands, he was getting agitated, he needed something to do.

His agent had sent him a couple of scripts to look at but his heart wasn't in it, neither of them seemed to pique his interest so he declined them both. It was exactly what he needed right now, a movie role to sink his teeth into, but his mind was on one thing and one thing only...Jane! He'd already unpacked, his mother was doing his laundry and Juliet was out living her life again, all Jensen had were his thoughts and that was going to be dangerous. He wanted to call Eliza or Jonah because Jane's mother was hopefully getting home from the rehabilitation unit in the next week or so, she was walking well and eating better and she had even put on a little weight. He got all of this from Jonah, Eliza had stopped communicating with him since she started dating his brother which he found rather odd, Jonah also told him how Jane was preparing for her mother coming home and it made Jensen want to jump on a plane even more, "I'm getting thrown out when her mom gets home, Janey doesn't want me here. I don't think she likes me bro!" Oh so it was Janey now? Boy did he want to be there, his jealousy was overwhelming him, having Jonah on the inside passing on information was just too much!

"She just wants to take the best care of her mom, be nice to her, please?"

"Hey, I'm a fuckin' angel, don't you worry about me. It's to do with me dating Eliza, she doesn't approve of the age gap, but you know me bro, I'm a child in a man's body!" Jonah laughed quietly, he really was a happy guy these days, Eliza was good for him...the lucky son of a bitch!

"It might be your reputation too Jonah, you haven't always been an angel despite your recent personality transplant!" Jonah scoffed over the phone at his brother, it was true that Jane had a certain opinion of him and Jensen hadn't exactly helped with that. If he was being honest, he wasn't sure about Jonah dating Eliza either, not because of the ten year age difference but because Jonah had a lousy track record when it came to women.

"I know, I know but this is different bro! Eliza makes me feel...I dunno how to describe it, she makes me feel whole I guess. When I'm with her I'm...home!" Oh how Jensen hated him right now!

"So I'm guessing you're not coming home to L.A. any time soon?" There was a long pause on the other end, as if Jonah was unsure of what might happen in the future.

"I dunno, I...we'll see! I love being here, I'm having a blast with Eliza and her family, so far they don't think I'm a loser...except for Janey that is, nothing much gets past that one I'll tell ya!" Jonah chuckled as a female voice mumbled something next to him, Eliza? "Oh hey, I'm just talking to my big brother, you wanna say hi? Oh, okay no worries!" Why didn't she want to speak to him anymore? It was so weird!

"She not talking these days?" Jensen sighed over the phone as Jonah finished his brief conversation with Eliza.

"Did she ever? Isn't this like the norm for you guys?" What was he talking about? Before Jonah arrived in Scotland he and Eliza were talking all the time!

"No Jonah it's not, she used to call me and update me on her mom and Jane, then when you went over there she would tell me how you were doing..." Jensen trailed off as Jonah talked over him.

"Dude, that was Jane!" Jensen's breath caught in his throat, the pain in his chest was unbearable, that was Jane, talking to his brother, in the same room as his brother! He tried to take in slow, deep breaths as he closed his eyes and resisted yelling down the phone at Jonah who was oblivious to his anguish. This really was the last straw; how did this happen? How did Jonah get into the inner sanctum of the Thomson family within a month while Jensen had been trying for almost two fucking years? What was so special about him? Despite his sister's insistence that he was her favourite, Jonah still seemed to end up falling in the shit and coming up smelling of roses! He was exactly where Jensen wanted to be right this minute, every minute of every day in fact! "Hello? Jensen are you still there?" He could hear Jonah talking on the other end but he was so utterly consumed with hatred for him that his very voice made him want to smash his iPhone into a million pieces.

"Y-yeah, I'm here. How is Jane?" Trying not to sound as devastated as he felt, he pulled himself together and answered his brother.

"Oh y'know, busying around bein' the momma bear. It's a thing!" Another chuckle, but this time it was like a private joke that Jensen wasn't in on.

"Look Jonah, whatever she asks you to do, please do it?"

"Yeah, of course! Janey's cool, I understand why she wants me outta the way, it's in case the paps come calling and she doesn't want the stress for her mom. I get it, you think I'm stupid but I'm not! Eliza knows I'm not; she treats me like an equal, she's even started gaming, I'm teaching her the ropes on Janey's PlayStation!" If he called her Janey one more time, Jensen was going to scream!

"Right, well just...behave, okay? I have to go!" They said their goodbyes as Jensen fought the urge to offload onto Jonah, telling him how much he hated him right now, but that would just alienate him and he would have no way of finding out how Jane was without his brother now that Eliza had cut off all contact. Jensen did find it extremely odd, one minute he was getting phone calls on a regular basis and the next...absolutely nothing! Had he said something to offend her? Had Jane told her to stop calling him? His mind was racing as was his heart as Juliet came breezing into his home thinking that an emergency key was code for come in any time.

"Hey little brother, climbing the walls yet?" Jensen simply gave her a dirty look, "Oh it's like that then is it? So what's the next step? Are you planning another solo album or have you got any movies lined up..." Juliet stared down at him lying sprawled across his pristine white sofa trying to drown out her voice, "JENSEN!" She kneed him on the thigh still peering down at him with that disapproving look on her face, "I'm talking to you! Sit up, what is the matter with you these days?" If only she knew, but he'd promised Jonah that he'd keep his relationship with Eliza private from their sister, she always had to be front and centre of both her brothers' love lives.

"Jules I'm not feeling well, I think I picked something up on tour. Can you give me a few days to rest?" Juliet shook her head and looked up to the ceiling in frustration.

"Jensy, baby brother I am concerned!" What was new? She was always concerned; it came with the territory of being the only girl with two younger brothers.

"Well don't be, I've just overdone it a little that's all! I just need a recharge and I'll be good to go with whatever you have planned." She looked back down at him with a sheepish smile on her face.

"Well actually..." Now it had transformed into a fully blown grin, "...how do you feel about reforming the band...with me as your manager?" Her eyes widened with excitement as she waited for approval from him. He was speechless, he'd only just escaped from that whole situation, but this wouldn't be Bryan leading them anymore it would be Juliet! What did that matter? He still had to work around four other guys, he'd gotten used to doing his own thing on the solo tour, being able to sing whatever he wanted in whatever order he pleased. Was he really ready to go back to a five piece? He had missed Kris and TJ, but Bradley and Jonah dicking around like a pair of hormonal teenagers? No thanks! After all, he had been touring for the best part of a year, he needed to sit down and take stock of his life, especially now that Jane seemed even further away from him than ever before...like that was even possible! He thought he had a good thing going on with Eliza, but now that Jonah had totally ruined that for him, typical, he had to sit and listen to him blathering on like a lovestruck teenage boy gushing over how awesome Eliza was. Asshole! "Jensy? Are you gonna answer me or are you gonna stare some more with that weird glassy look on your face?" Shit, he'd forgotten Juliet was even there.

"Not now Jules, I'm sick!"

"Like hell you are, don't you lie to me! I've known you for thirty three years little brother, you can't fool me! Tell me what's up or I'll call Charlie!"

"Hey!" Jensen stood up and towered over his sister, "I thought that douche was fired now? The tour's over!"

"Well..." She blinked several times and looked at the ground, unable to make eye contact with him, what was this? "...Charlie and I..." Oh Charlie and I? So it was like that was it? Not that Jensen was surprised, he had an idea that the two of them were hot for each other, unable to tell if they were actually dating or not but now it appeared that he was going to get his answer, "...we're dating and...we thought that you would benefit from his services a little longer."

"Well you can benefit from his services all you want, but I'm out! So because you're fucking him now you think you owe it to him to keep him in a job?"

"Don't be so coarse Jensen, it doesn't suit you anymore!" Juliet screwed up her nose, still unable to look him in the eyes, "Yes Charlie and I are sleeping together, we have been for a couple of months but...that is not the issue here, the issue is you and your refusal to deal with your trauma. Charlie thinks..."

"I have no trauma Jules, I'm fine!"

"Jensen, people who are fine DO NOT TRY AND KILL THEMSELVES!!!" Why was she screaming at the top of her lungs? Wow that went right through his entire body, this was new, he was used to a Jonah headache but never a Juliet one!

"Jules what the fuck?" He covered his ears and scowled at her, "I have dealt with that, I don't need to talk to your Sweater Boy to do that! There is nothing he can say or do that will contribute to my wellbeing!"

"Jensy!" Hands on her hips and head cocked to the side in a condescending manner, Juliet wasn't finished with the lecture, "Charlie thinks that there's more to your obsession with this Jane girl than you're letting on. He's been worried about that for months and he's tried to talk to you about it but you cut him off at every turn. Please, for me? If you love me you'll sit down with him for three sessions a week and get to the bottom of whatever has rendered you almost unresponsive, because that's what you are! It's like you're devoid of any emotion, you function like a fleshy robot these days! It got worse towards the end of the tour and..." She stopped and squeezed her eyes shut, as if she was carefully choosing her words, "...I can't cope Jensy, I can't cope with you shutting off completely because I am terrified of you trying to end your life again! I really thought that we were turning a corner, me becoming your manager and taking control of your schedule, you writing and performing all by yourself on your own terms..." Another pause as she finally locked eyes with him, "...I love you Jensen, you're my little brother and I don't want to lose you...ever! It keeps me awake at night, it's not good for my mental health to be constantly on pins and needles worrying about you! You're a grown man Jensen! And yet I can't get on with my own life until I feel that you're okay, that you're free to get on with yours without contemplating leaving me behind!" Juliet began to cry, it made him feel like shit, he had done this! He had resisted Charlie at every opportunity, he had fought Juliet constantly when all she wanted was peace of mind for herself. This wasn't about Jensen; it was Juliet getting closure! For some reason him getting extensive therapy discussing his suicide attempt, was therapy for his sister who was so scared he'd do it again despite his assurance that he wouldn't. But he couldn't promise that, who knew what was going to happen in the future, he was feeling pretty crappy right now with the whole Jane situation and the fact that Jonah got to see her every day. It was too much for Jensen to take, so maybe he did need to speak with Charlie, maybe it was time to take down the barriers and have peace talks with his sister and her new boyfriend. Everybody had someone except Jensen, that hurt like hell, all he wanted was for Jane to hold him and tell him everything was going to be alright...but that was never going to happen. Putting his arms around his sister and embracing her in a brotherly hug, Jensen decided that it was time to do what she wanted for a change.

"Okay sis, whatever you want, I'll do it!" He felt her body sag with relief inside his arms, then she began to shake...her silent sobs broke his heart. "Jules I'm so sorry, I do love you...so I'll do it for you!" Secretly though Jensen was worried about talking to Charlie, what if he ended up spilling everything? That would endanger Jane and he had vowed never to do that; it would be terrible timing too with her mother dying. How the fuck was he going to keep his true involvement with her hidden from a shrink who had a knack for getting things out of people that they really didn't want coming out?

"Thank you!" Juliet finally mumbled as she squeezed his waist affectionately, "You're losing weight again little brother, go see mom and eat some cookies!" She let out a small laugh, at least this manager was being realistic about his body and not trying to make him look anorexic.

"I will, I'm on it! I have to pick up my laundry anyway!"

"Jensy do your own laundry, you're thirty three years of age for God's sake! Mom shouldn't be running around after you! Looking up at him impishly she added, "That's my job!"

"What would I do without my big sister?" Kissing her on the forehead, he thought about their younger brother over in Scotland living the life that Jensen had wanted for two whole years and how much he wanted to beat the shit out of him, just for falling in love and being the man that Jensen and Juliet had always wished that he would be. After all Jensen had sent him over there to sort him out, it worked and now he had forgotten all about his rock star lifestyle and was perfectly content playing house with Jane's little sister. He should have been happy for him, but really all he felt was a simmering rage!

***

Jane really hoped that as soon as her mother finally got a bed at Woodland View her mood would lift and she would see that her life was not yet over, but when they got there the day she arrived she was lying on her bed in her own private room sobbing. Jane's hopes disappeared and she too wanted to cry, thinking that she would find her mother sitting in her room looking forward to her new treatment and to getting home soon. The reason for Monica's unhappiness was due to her being in an ambulance with several other people, going through all the little towns in this hot vehicle had made her feel utterly uncomfortable. As Jane watched her cry, she tried to cheer her up by opening the blinds and showing her the lovely view outside of woodland, nothing seemed to help, not even the fact that she had her own bathroom and no longer had to share a ward with three other women. She was relieved to see that Eliza had opted to leave Jonah behind that day, this was a family affair that didn't require nosey outsiders. That was how she felt about Jensen Reed's younger brother, who was nothing like she had imagined him to be, he was hopelessly devoted to her younger sister and Eliza had him exactly where she wanted him...she just didn't know it! Watching this rock band bad boy trailing around after her was amusing, the guy was smitten, whatever Eliza said was fine by him, no arguments just dopey smiles and bashful giggles every time she spoke or sat beside him. It was sickeningly adorable, but Jane only had time for her mother right now, she'd already told Jonah that as soon as Monica got home he would have to either head back to the cottage or back to Los Angeles, he wasn't staying with them. Under normal circumstances, she would have needed time to process the fact that Jonah Reed of River Monster was Eliza's "friend" who was occupying the cottage over in Millport and that she'd kept it from her for two whole weeks, but all that mattered at the moment was her mother, she had no room for anything else in her head or heart...so Jensen was completely off the radar even though he was always around in the news and on social media, Jane put all of it to the back of her mind. Having his younger brother around was a constant reminder of his existence however, and if she was honest that was the real reason she wanted Jonah out of the house, to be completely free of anything Jensen related. Eliza had taken down her posters since she and the younger Reed were seeing each other, Jane thought that it might be a mood killer for him seeing big brother scantily clad on his girlfriend's bedroom wall. Not good for the old performance in there that was for sure, if they were even doing that, of course they were...this was Jonah Reed! Jane didn't like to think of her much younger sister having sexual relations with a man who was ten years old when she was born, twenty two when she was starting high school, it messed with her head so she tried not to spend much time on the subject. After all, Eliza was a smart girl, she didn't take shit from anyone so the drummer of her favourite band would be no different especially after she'd told Jane how their initial meeting was less than friendly. Jane laughed when Eliza sat her down and described what had been going on during the two weeks that this so-called friend had been over in Millport, she couldn't be angry with her, it was the best laugh she'd had in ages. Jonah was a sweet guy, she couldn't deny that, he backed up Eliza's story and it was even funnier coming from him, Jane didn't want to like him, that would mean a proposal and a wedding and a best man who would dance with the maid of honour...Jensen and Jane...dancing at their younger siblings' wedding...it didn't bear thinking about! So she didn't think about it, she concentrated on her mother and was cold with Jonah for fear of getting close to him, her future brother-in-law, because it looked as if it was going that way, Eliza was completely in love but only shared that with her sister. She needn't have worried though, Jane could see that Jonah felt exactly the same, he was forever gazing at her only Eliza didn't know that, she didn't notice but Jane did. His actions spoke louder than any words because he too was afraid to actually put into a sentence how he truly felt, being there for Eliza when she was struggling made Jane appreciate and respect him, that was true devotion. Jonah was constantly on the phone with his brother and asking her if she wanted to speak to him, of course the answer was always no, why would she speak to him? Because like Jonah had been with her sister, Jensen had been good to her when her mother had first been admitted, he flew all the way over there mid-tour to see her, be there for her during the worst time of her life. She repaid him with silence, she knew it was wrong but as always her mother came first! This had become her new mantra, replacing I'm not a monster, which had been a lie all along, at least this one wasn't because all that mattered was the wellbeing of her mother, who had mere months left to live.

Eliza had confided in Jane just how much Jonah meant to her, she seemed scared and excited all at the same time. This was her first serious boyfriend since high school, she'd devoted so much time to worshipping Jensen Reed that there was no room for a mere mortal man in her life when there was a God on her bedroom wall staring down at her with smouldering blue eyes. This mortal man she found herself with happened to be the brother of the God she had adored, now she saw that Jensen was just a man too and the shine had come off of him. Jane was relieved that her sister was no longer obsessed with him, but she did worry that her feelings for Jonah might become an obsession, perhaps it was just a case of the unattainable being that much more attractive and once she started talking to Jensen he was no longer unreachable. Jane really had to stop psychoanalysing everything, it was a habit of hers, psychology degrees had their downside too. When Eliza talked about Jonah she would often look off into the distance with her eyes glazed over and a silly grin on her face, what started out as disgust had transformed into something beautiful and Jane couldn't deny that it had been good for Eliza. On this particular day, she was playing with a necklace that Jonah had bought her, hanging round her neck she twiddled with it between her index and middle finger. It was half a heart, Jane assumed that Jonah had the other half somewhere, it was a sweet gesture she had to admit. Nothing that Jonah Reed had said or done made Jane think or feel that he was a bad person, he was so genuine and real with everyone in the family and he was extremely good with her mother who still was miserable despite her better accommodation, she would always manage a small smile for Jonah. She would get confused sometimes and call him Jensen but he took the slip well, he was very gracious and behaved like Jensen had behaved in Crosshouse, he never once acted like a self-entitled celebrity. Still Jane kept her distance, trying not to let it bother her that Jonah had started calling her Janey like Eliza and her dad, he obviously felt comfortable enough with her, if only she could relax and be comfortable around him...for Eliza's sake if nothing else. She couldn't afford to open the door even a crack or Jensen would get in and she simply had no room for him right now...if ever! Walking in on Jonah chatting away to him felt awkward, even more so when he once again handed his phone to her and asked if she wanted to speak to him, "He's struggling a little with his free time!" Jonah whispered, covering the phone so Jensen couldn't hear, "A word from you would really cheer him up Janey, go on!" Shoving the phone in her hand as she tried to step back didn't quite work out, as she held it she could hear Jensen's voice emanating ever so quietly as if he hadn't noticed that Jonah wasn't there anymore. Jonah nodded at the device in her hand and winked reassuringly, getting up from the couch and leaving the room. Jane looked at it as if she'd never seen a mobile phone before, like she had been handed a piece of alien technology. Hearing Jensen call for his brother gave her goose bumps as his voice became slightly raised, that voice, Madonna was right, it was like an angel sighing. What the hell was she thinking? She had to do something, what was she going to do?

"Hello, Jonah had to go. He'll call you back later okay? Bye!" Clicking off the phone, her heart was going crazy, so much so that she could feel her entire head pulsing and her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She couldn't do it, she couldn't speak, not to him...not now...not yet...maybe not ever! What must Jensen be thinking right now? Why did she care? There was no time, no room, no feasible sense for Jensen Reed to occupy her thoughts right now, he simply could not exist in her world! That was it, Jonah had to go now, forget leaving when her mum came home, he had to go right this very fucking minute...and take his stupid fucking phone with him!

***

Jensen stared at his phone sitting on the coffee table for a good half hour or more after the female voice cut him off abruptly from his brother, was it her? Was it Jane? It sounded like her, she and Eliza had similar voices but he could always tell the difference, after all it was him that had pointed out how nasal Eliza was, he felt bad about that now but at the time it amused and annoyed him. At least Jane had actually talked to him, unlike her sister who had gone completely silent on him lately. What had happened to Jonah? What was happening in general? Oh to hear her voice though, it was truly amazing, the last time he'd spoken to her was at her house the day he...the day he had kissed her and everything turned sour. That kiss, it was his fault that Jane hadn't spoken to him, it was his fault that she had retreated back into her shell that for him had a no entry sign emblazoned across it. When he eventually came out of his stunned daze, he picked up his phone and sent Jonah a text.

*What the fuck is going on Jonah? Why did you have to go? Are you okay???*

Yeah play dumb, even though he had a rough idea what happened, obviously Jonah had tried for the third time to get Jane to talk to him and she'd declined, so he found a way to make her talk. Had he just made things worse? Was that even possible? How could it get any worse than complete and utter silence and rejection from both of the Thomson sisters, his only avenue being his younger brother who liked to give him just the bare minimum of information just to fuck with him. Yeah Jonah was enjoying the position he was in no doubt, flipping the bird at big brother, this was his revenge for everything, revenge for taking Juliet away from him and revenge for being the front man of their band. Trying not to dwell on his negative thoughts, Jensen replayed Jane's voice over and over in his head; Hello, Jonah had to go. He'll call you back later okay? Bye! She didn't have to speak to him, she could have just hung up the phone and he would have been none the wiser, but she didn't. Did this mean that she cared? Even just a little bit? Was it fair for him to think or hope for that while her mother was so ill? It wasn't about him; he had to try and remember that. Jane had a lot going on right now and his feelings weren't important no matter how much it was killing him to be in the dark.

Sitting in his mother's kitchen waiting for her cookies to come out of the oven, he felt the urge to tell her about everything, after all she was the only one who knew some form of the truth about what had happened between him and Jane. Steph seemed quite happy that Jonah had found himself a nice little girlfriend as she liked to put it, Jensen had found himself one too but the only problem was that his little fishy wouldn't bite. He was impatient for these cookies, he wanted to just ram them all in his face and get fat, he didn't care. When his mother entered the kitchen with her phone in her hand, sighing happily, Jensen wondered what she was so chipper about. Didn't she know it was the end of the world? Jane didn't want to know him and Jonah was completely loved up with her sister, it was Armageddon! "What are you so happy about?" He whined at her while staring longingly at the tray of cookies she had finally brought out of the oven.

"Hmm? Oh, your brother wants to bring Eliza over to meet us at some point, well...she's already met you but the rest of us! I think she could be the one, finally!" Jensen grabbed a hot cookie, slightly burning his hand as his mother smacked it away and it fell back onto the tray. "No cookies for Mister Moody Pants, talk to your momma!"

"I..." He needed to talk to someone, Charlie was only interested in his missing ten days so far and all Juliet wanted to do was go out on dates with Charlie so he had no one else to confide in, "...I'm fucking jealous of Jonah, okay?"

"Language young man! Why are you jealous of your brother?"

"He gets to spend every day with Jane..."

"You mean Eliza! He's spending every day with his girlfriend sweetheart; he's not doing any of this to hurt you!" Wasn't he? How did she know? Jensen had his suspicions but deep down he knew that Jonah had never felt this way about any girl in his life before, this was real to him there was no denying it. "Look, she just happens to be there, they are sisters after all dear! Why don't you go over there? I'm sure Jonah would love some company while he's relegated back to that little island you loved so much. You're at a loose end anyway, isn't summer the best time to visit Scotland? Is there ever a best time weather wise to visit Scotland though?" She laughed softly, obviously she'd looked into the country since both of her boys had fallen for natives.

"Can I have a cookie now?" Jensen leaned over the kitchen counter and stretched out his arms, why was she torturing him? He needed sugar!

"I told you, no cookies for grumpy boys!" He had every right to be grumpy, Jonah had everything he had worked so hard for, what part of that didn't give him the right to be mad?

"I'm not grumpy mom I'm...devastated!" Then the sadness overwhelmed him, he could no longer hide just how much this whole thing had hurt him, "I want that, what he has, with Jane and..."

"Honey I told you before, you can't make the girl love you! I would love for her to feel the same but...it doesn't always work that way. Your father..."

"Was a cheating scum bag but you won't admit it! I'm not stupid, I may have been only seven when you threw him out but I know what really happened, I heard all of it mom!" Steph looked down guiltily, this was something she never really talked about, but if Jensen was going to bear his soul then so was she, it was only fair.

"First of all, he left of his own accord after I found him out. Second, your father was a good man once, he loved all of you and in some way he loved me too, but he wasn't happy here! He felt that I'd trapped him when I got pregnant with your sister, we weren't even married then, he felt obligated to do the right thing. He was never really in love with me, he loved me but not the way a husband loves a wife. There were faults on both sides, I told him if he walked out that door...that we were all dead to him, not just me, but the three of you too! That's why he wasn't present when you were growing up, I made it hard for him to come around with my jealousy. I told him not to attend the football games and the graduations because I didn't want to see him with her!" Jensen looked at his mother with surprise, she had never told any of them this, ever. Why was he just hearing this for the first time that the reason he had an absentee father was because of his mother's jealousy?

"Did...did he...want to be there for us?" Steph let out a long, guilty sigh and nodded.

"He did, he would call up the night before and ask permission and I shot him down every time. I told him that none of you wanted him there with her when all along it was me! You get your jealous streak from me kiddo, and if you're not careful it'll come and bite you in the ass the way it did to me!"

"Mom..." She grabbed hold of his hands and looked pleadingly into his eyes, he noticed a streak of flour across her chin, he focused on that as his mother's voice went on.

"Jensen, baby, it's not Jonah's fault that he found love! You will too someday, maybe you need to just accept that it won't be with this Jane? You're such a beautiful boy, you can have any woman you want...so go out and find her!" Jensen pulled from her gentle grip roughly, how dare she say these things!

"No! I don't want anyone else, if I can't have her then I...I'll be alone!"

"Honey it's not healthy, when did you last have sex?" Jensen felt his cheeks glow red with embarrassment when Steph said that word.

"MOM!" He shouted and ran both his hands through his brown hair nervously.

"Oh come on, grow up! A young man like yourself needs sexual connection, you need some sort of relief, no wonder you're wound so tight you must be frustrated..."

"Mom this is not okay!" Jensen replied shrilly, what had gotten into her talking like this? "I don't...I'm not frustrated I have...ways...of...oh fuck this shit! Do you ever talk to Jonah like this?" Steph blinked in surprise as if the question was absurd.

"Well no because he acts upon his primal male instinctual needs. You...oh Jensen baby I wish you would just try and get over..."

"NO!" Jensen raised a hand to silence his mother, "I will NOT forget Jane! Don't ever ask me that! You can ask anything of me...but not...THAT!" Hot tears stung his cheeks as he backed out of the kitchen, ready to walk out on his mother completely.

"Darling I...can't you see what she's done to you? She's emasculated you! You're...different! At first it was a good thing but lately..." She shook her head and approached him as he backed further out the door, "...you need to talk to someone!" Oh not her too!

"Mom I am fine, I don't need Charlie and his quack therapy, I'm...fine!"

"No you're not, oh I wish I'd listened to your sister! You need Charlie's help baby, you're not well!" What the fuck was this? Another intervention? Only this time she was in on it, was this the plan all along? Get him here to ambush him? Was Juliet hiding in a closet somewhere waiting to come out and wrap him in a straitjacket? "I wish I'd told her about...the thing you told me but I made you a promise. Your mental health is far more important than a promise honey, I think we should tell her and Charlie exactly what happened. Jane may have put a band aid on your gaping wound but it will never heal, what you really needed were stitches and you never really got that. Jensen you need to get this out of your system, suicide is not something to just move on from without any kind of therapy! This is not good for you or the rest of us..."

"I already agreed to three sessions a week with that dick, what more do you fucking people want from me, huh?" His tears were flooding down now, how could his family do this to him? Make him out to be broken and crazy? He'd just made a multi-million dollar album, gone on a sold out tour and managed to get his brother to sort out his life. How could they possibly think he was crazy and dysfunctional? This was all bullshit, he wasn't taking any more of it, fuck them all! As he marched out into the hallway, making his way to the front door, he could hear his mother's voice following him.

"Jensen, we care about you!" No, no they did not! Jonah was allowed to behave any way he wanted and that was just Jonah, but Jensen wasn't allowed to even breathe the wrong way! They were down on him in seconds, he needed help, he needed to forget Jane...fuck them and their twisted ideas! If Jonah could have Eliza, then he could have Jane...someday! He was so furious that he hadn't even noticed that he was already in his car and driving away, how dare they treat him like a child! Like someone who was incapable of functioning as an adult, well he was going to take a leaf out of his mother's playbook, like mother like son? Fine, they were all dead to him!

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Monica was coming home in a couple of days, the occupational therapist had already been out to the house and sent the required bed, chair and bathroom aids that she would need when she got there. Jane was finding it all just a little too much to handle, she was feeling overwhelmed and the only one she could turn to was Louise. Eliza was happy in a sad situation, Jonah had given her back her smile and Jane couldn't take that away from her by offloading her fears onto her, after all she was the big sister who had to at least appear to have it all together. Louise was there every day, either visiting when needed or phoning to check on everyone, every time she did Jane made out that she was fine but secretly Louise knew better, she knew Jane better! As they sat upstairs in Jane's room away from everyone, that was when she felt comfortable enough to confess the truth...she was drowning and had to pretend she was swimming for the sake of her family. "I can't cope Lou!" Louise nodded knowingly as Jane finally told her exactly how she was feeling.

"Why do you think I'm around all the time? I know you're not coping with this and that's okay! You're not a failure just because it's overwhelming you. Not to mention the extra addition to your family?" Louise nodded towards the floor, she was of course referring to Jonah Reed who had become part of the fixtures and fittings around the house lately.

"Oh yes I know but he makes Liza happy. He seems like a genuinely nice guy!"

"I've heard his brother is even nicer!" Jane wished that she would drop that, ever since Louise found out about her acquaintance with Jensen Reed she would not let it go. She believed that Jane deserved someone rich and successful and beautiful like him, "Also the word going around Hollywood is that he's got a big...you know!" This time Louise was nodding down towards what she and Jane jokingly called the bathing suit area.

"Oh my God Lou, that's enough!"

"You should ask Eliza if it runs in the family!" Jane felt guilty about laughing while her mother was terminally ill, but sometimes a person just needed a bit of humour in their life to get through the dark times.

"Stop, I won't be able to look Jonah in the eye now!"

"It's not his eye you should be worried about!" As the best friends cackled away talking nonsense, Jane realised that this was just what she needed. A break from all the sadness, just to feel normal again, even if it was for just a few moments. "Unless we're talking the one eyed trouser snake, now that is a whole different conversation!" The laughter grew even louder as Jane's tummy hurt, but in a good way.

"Oh I needed this Lou, thanks!" Jane wiped her damp eyes; she really had needed a good laugh and an escape from everything that was going on in her life right now. Louise always had the knack to do that, every time!

"So how is Jensen Reed?" The question caught her off guard, she didn't know, she was avoiding him. Well that wasn't technically true, she was focusing on one thing and that was her mum and her return home.

"I don't have room for anything but mum, he's a stranger who doesn't concern me!" Who was she trying to convince, Louise or herself? Of course Jensen concerned her, she did care but he was thousands of miles away and he had a mother who loved him, not to mention his solid relationship with his older sister that he had told Jane he yearned for, now he had it. He didn't need her, and she certainly didn't need him to distract her even though her best friend, her mother, her sister and his brother were all encouraging her to contact him and talk. Jane couldn't do that, her brain and heart were in overload as it was, she couldn't cope with anything else. She was hanging by a thread as it was.

"Oh Janey, keep trying to convince yourself that, but methinks you doth protest too much!"

"The actual phrase is the lady doth protest too much, methinks!" Louise gave her the finger and stuck out her tongue.

"Alright smart ass! I forgot you were a Shakespeare geek! Anyway I know what I meant, you like the guy and you're not going to convince me, your bestest friend in the entire universe, otherwise!" She was right, nothing much got past Louise! She was indeed the best friend a girl could ever have; her loyalty was admirable because Jane really was a piece of work. She did care about Jensen, she knew the darkest corners of his mind, she knew what made him happy and she knew what made him sad. During those ten days she paid attention to everything he said, she would sit and listen to him when he just rambled on about his brother and sister, his entire family and what frustrated him. At the time they shared common ground, but since then both their siblings had grown into better people and found each other. Jonah and Eliza were good together, she wished that Jensen could see it, maybe he would realise that his brother was actually not dissimilar to himself, he was a good guy who struggled with demons like everyone else. "So what do you think about going to the cinema on Friday night?"

"I can't Lou, Liza and Jonah go to Millport on a Friday night, I have to be around..."

"Ach bollocks! You can spare a couple of hours for your friend, surely?" She gave Jane those puppy eyes that made it impossible for her to say no, and this time was no different as she easily gave in.

"Fine, but I'm keeping my phone with me in case!"

"Yeah yeah!" Louise waved a hand and blew a raspberry at her, this felt like old times; before Will, before Nancy, before Jensen and before her mother got ill. If only she could go back to that carefree young girl she used to be. She was going to be twenty nine in a couple of months but she couldn't think about that right now, although maybe she should.

"I do think about him, but I have no right!" Louise gave her a curious look; how could she possibly understand without all of the facts? Oh how close she had got to telling her that she'd abducted him and now he was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome and like everyone with that syndrome he was in complete denial that Jane had done anything wrong. If only he would wake up to the fact that she committed a crime, she held him against his will chained up and unable to leave. That wasn't technically true, if he'd wanted to go he would have escaped, there were so many chances for him to go and he didn't take them. There was no way that she could tell Louise, it had been a running joke between them ever since Jane overheard Eliza and her former friends plotting the very same thing, to actually do it was absolutely bonkers.

"Well clearly he thinks otherwise, he's done everything to get your attention and you just swat him away like an inconvenient little bug. He's a superstar girl, have some respect! He can have any girl he wants and he wants you! Sometimes you make me so mad, if it was me I'd be right in there!" Of course she wouldn't have kidnapped him, not like Jane who was a complete and utter moron who made the worst decisions. Louise would never have done what she did because Louise was a good person, Jane was a bad person and karma was catching up on her. She was bad through and through and her punishment was for her world to completely fall apart and she truly believed that.

"Lou, I think that I'm a bad person. Do you think I'm a bad person?"

"Certainly not! What makes you think that? All you ever did was help people; you're still helping people! You put everyone before yourself, where are you getting this shite?" Louise seemed annoyed by this, as if it was impossible for her best friend to be an awful human being. "Do you honestly think that I'd be your friend if that were true? Do you honestly think that a global superstar like Jensen Reed would be moving heaven and earth to get your attention if that were the case? I can answer that for you, it's a no!" Jane wished that she could believe that, she wished that she had the same faith in herself as Louise had in her. As they were debating whether or not Jane was the worst person in the world, a loud knock on her bedroom door made them both jump, it was Eliza and she looked anxious.

"Liza? Is everything...oh God is it mum?" Eliza shook her head.

"Janey, please come downstairs, it's Jensen!" Jensen? Was he here? What was happening? Jane followed her sister down the stairs where Jonah stood talking on his mobile phone looking stressed.

"Jensen, where's mom? Where are you? Jensen focus!"

"What's happening?" Jane mumbled as Jonah looked relieved to see her.

"Oh thank the Lord...Jensen? Jensen!" He covered the phone with his hand and addressed Jane, "Janey please will you talk to him? I have to call my mom or my sister or...someone!" Jane began to panic as Louise appeared at the bottom of the stairs next to Eliza.

"What's wrong? Will someone tell me what is going on?" Jane demanded shrilly as Jonah handed her the phone and headed out to the hall.

"He's been drinking I...I think! I don't know what to do! He's slipped, fuck!" Jonah grabbed a fistful of his hair and clenched his eyes shut. Jane put the phone to her ear and heard that beautiful voice, slurring!

"Jensen?" Jane's voice was so tiny she barely recognised it herself, "Jensen it's me, Jane!" There was a short pause on the line, then he finally spoke.

"Oh, Janey! Goooooood! I jush wanted taaa sayyyyyy...goodbye!" Goodbye? Where was he going? What was happening? How could he touch a drink after everything, he knew better than that! "I'm gonna goooooo...shuffle off dis mortal coil! I've had enough baby girl..." He let out a sad sigh, "...haaaaad enough! Sooooo...sayonara!" Before she could respond the line suddenly went dead, Jane's heart felt as if it had stopped as she turned to Eliza and Louise trying to control her breathing. What the hell had he done?

⏮️Previous/Next⏭️

[lilahisntsadanymore]

Y/n goes to a dinner at Weasleys, where she finds out James Potter has a special effect on her. Unfortunately for her, he could read all her flithy thoughts about him.

My earlier smut was a success so I'm posting another one. Dunno yet how I feel about this one, but I can always delete it oop-

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairing: friend's dad!James Potter x reader, mentions of previous Fred Weasley x reader

Tw: not proofread, smut with some backstory, age gap (reader is over 18), unprotected sex (but please use protection irl), slight degradation

Words count: 2.2k

Of course it is 18+ but I can't control who reads my stuff so idk just don't read if you're under 18.

This happens in an AU where Voldemort died in 1981, so the battle of Hogwarts in 1998 didn't happen.

All characters engaging in sexual activities are over the age of 18.

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Shameful thoughts

Y/n was woken up by birds singing outside, what a bad of an idea it was to sleep with an open window. It wasn't even nine in the morning, yet still it was later than the usual time Y/n used to wake up after becoming Chudley Cannons' chaser.

Despite closing the window, Y/n decided not to go back to sleep. It was the first day "off work", but she didn't want to ruin her sleep/waking up schedule. Half past eight was a good time to start the day anyways. Y/n promised to visit the Weasleys as soon as she isn't busy with work. They were like a family to her and she hadn't payed them a visit in the past year. Or at least almost a year.

Y/n thought that 'after graduating, you lose contact with most people' was a popular lie, a myth, but it wasn't. Adult life was way different. She didn't have much time for herself, let alone for all her friends she'd made at Hogwarts. Sure, they exchanged letters once in a while, but Y/n couldn't remember when was the last time she spent time with Ron, Hermione or Harry. Probably on George and Angelina's wedding, but it didn't count because there were lots of other people too.

The Weasley twins. It was a difficult topic for Y/n. Not the both of them, just Fred. Fred Weasley was a difficult topic for Y/n Y/l/n. They had a past, they used to date, but it didn't work, they just weren't made for each other. As much as their breakup shocked everyone, Y/n was glad they could end the relationship on good terms, so that nobody hated anybody

In the afternoon Y/n decided to go to the Burrow the muggle way, since it wasn't so far and the weather was nice. Instead of the Floo, apparition or a broom, Y/n took a walk. It also helped her calm down from the thought of seeing her ex again. Y/n didn't even know why she worried about seeing him so badly. She tried to remind herself they were on good terms, but it didn't work.

"Good afternoon, Molly!" Y/n said when the older woman opened the door.

"So good to finally see you, Y/n!" Molly exclaimed, pulling the girl into a very tight embrace.

After walking inside, Y/n tried to lightly put her bag on the kitchen table, but it was so heavy it landed with a thud.

"Oh Merlin, what do you have in there?" Molly asked worryingly.

"You'd never guess! Made it this morning, it's still very fresh!"

Y/n pulled out a cake out of her bag. It was really huge and heavy, but Y/n thought baking a cake was a good way of apologizing for not visiting for so long. The cake had to be big, because there were supposed to be more quests at the Burrow that day.

"Thank you, but you didn't have to, it must've took you much effort-"

"I couldn't come empty-handed. You practically raised me, Molly, that's the least I can do."

"It's nothing, sweetheart, you don't owe us anything."

The conversation was interrupted by Arthur coming back from work. He was very happy to see Y/n. Then Ron and Hermione came in, Y/n wanted to catch up in the living room with everything that happened recently.

"I still can't believe you're in Chudley Cannons!" Ron squeaked. "They, you, did so well this season, thanks to you."

"You remind me of back in the fourth year when you were excited over Krum." Y/n giggled. "But if we're talking about things we can't believe, congratulations on getting engaged!"

Y/n pointed at the ring on Hermione's hand. It was truly gorgeous, probably pricey too. They must've been so happy together.

"What about you?" Hermione asked. "Have you got anyone?"

The door of the Burrow opened once again and just like that, the Weasley twins and Angelina walked in. Fred noticed Y/n immediately. For a quick second their eyes locked, but then Y/n turned her head back to her friends.

"No, not really. I don't have time for dating, you know?" Y/n tried to laugh off the topic, but it was partially true. Most of the time, she was busy with trainings and games and the rest of the time she was tired from the trainings and games.

The house lit up with joy and chatter as more people came in. The next quests were Bill and Fleur and later on even Percy appeared. Unfortunately Charlie couldn't be there, but that wasn't anything new.

"The last guests and we can start!" Molly announced when the doorbell rang.

There he was. James Potter. Standing there, next to his son. Despite being quite good friends with Harry, Y/n never really got to know his dad. She saw him a few times before, but she could count those on fingers of one hand.

"Hey, good to see you, Y/n!" Harry said, giving Y/n a hug. "The best Chudley Cannons chaser!"

Y/n smiled. "Thank you, but the others are pretty good too!"

James pulled out a hand for Y/n to shake, which she did.

"The team had been winning much more matches since you've became their chaser, I think it speaks for itself." The man chuckled. He was, obviously, a huge fan of Quidditch. Whenever there was a game nearby, he would go to it either with his friends or Harry, or both.

"Thank you, Mr Potter." Y/n could feel her cheeks heat up. She always could take compliments, why did his compliment have such an effect on her?

"Oh, please, call me James, you're grown up."

Suddenly, Molly interrupted the conversation.

"Now I'd like to see you at the table before the food is cold. You can talk more after or during dinner."

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There was no moment where the room would be quiet. People were talking about everything, but in Y/n's mind the constant chatter faded away when she looked at James. It was the worst when she was fixated on him and someone would ask her a question. Just as if she was splashed with a bucket of ice cold water, Y/n would come back to the real world and stutter an answer.

"...we thought the game would never end, but thankfully our seeker caught the snitch. Although, the longest match in history-"

"-lasted for three months." Fred chimed in, grinning.

"Exactly, thank you."

"Always, darling."

Y/n almost choked on her food. What was that supposed to mean? Did he still have feelings for her? They definitely had to talk about it later.

For the first time that day, the room fell silent. Deadly silent. Uncomfortably silent. Bill attempted to break it.

"Do you remember the ice curse that spread through Hogwarts back when I was there? Well, we've encountered something similar recently at the bank..."

His story seemed to be interesting enough to draw attention of the others. Or maybe the rest also wanted to get rid of the sudden uncomfortable atmosphere.

Y/n didn't really listen, she kept secretly glancing at James, occasionally making up several scenarios with him in her mind. Some more some less shameful. Thankfully there was no one to read the girl's mind.

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"Darling? Darling?! What the hell was that supposed to mean?" Y/n whisper-shouted, locking herself with Fred in twins' old room.

"Calm down, I wanted to...spice things up!" Fred gave her another one of his grins.

"Spice things up? You're so immature. After we broke up, I had to make sure Molly is okay, had to convince everyone the breakup was nobody's fault and now you're doing something like this-"

"You're my friend, I use nicknames for my friends."

"This one made everyone at the table uncomfortable."

"Not more uncomfortable than your not-so-secret glances at Harry's dad. Really, Y/n? Isn't he like twenty years older?"

"Oh, shut up. I am a grown woman, you shouldn't care about who I like."

"Just saying. If Harry wasn't so oblivious, he would hate you." A chuckle escaped Fred's mouth. This only angered Y/n.

"You're saying this because you're jealous."

"Am not. Y/n, we established we don't work out as a couple, we're good as friends. I want you to be happy, but seriously? Harry's dad?"

"It's not like this silly little attraction could evolve into anything more. Anyways, we shouldn't argue, not today, we can't ruin everyone's mood. Let's get out of here."

Y/n unlocked the door. Just as she and Fred walked out of the bedroom, they almost bumped into James. Without a word, Fred walked downstairs and Y/n stayed there. She didn't even know why. Her brain just didn't work properly when she was standing so close to James.

"Is he your boyfriend or any of that kind?" James asked. He already knew the answer to this question, but it was a way to start a conversation.

Y/n felt as if he appeared out of nowhere, but a little did she know he was there all the time. Not like he was eavesdropping, but the walls were thin and James happened to have good hearing.

"An ex, we're still friends though. Why?"

"Just curious," a mischievous smile made its way to James' face, "a boyfriend wouldn't be very pleased with the thoughts you had about me, but it's all good since he's an ex."

Y/n's eyes widened. He read her mind, she was fucked. The girl's heart was beating so fast. The only times she remembered it beat that fast were before Quidditch matches.

"I- I- I don't know what to say. I'm extremely sorry. I didn't know I could ever see you in such way, but when I saw you today, I just-"

Y/n felt so embarrassed. She thought James was going to be furious, because who wouldn't be? It was so disrespectful. Y/n was disgusted by herself. She heard he wasn't in a relationship after Lily died. And now a friend of his son was making up sexual scenarios in her head with James as the main character.

"I know."

"You- what?"

To the girl's surprise, James was far from angry. He took a few steps forward, causing Y/n to take a few steps back. Her back met the wall and James was still getting closer.

"How about we fulfill those little fantasies of yours?" The man grabbed Y/n's chin, then brushed his thumb over her lower lip.

[!!!SMUT!!!]

Y/n had no idea how it happened, but a few minutes later she was with James in the bathroom, bent over the sink.

"Aren't you scared someone will hear you?" James taunted, pounding into Y/n. She didn't even answer, only sound she was able to make were moans. "You probably enjoy it, dirty slut."

James grabbed Y/n's hair to pull her head up and force her to look in the mirror.

"You're so beautiful," he said and sucked the girl's neck. He would probably leave hickeys, but it didn't matter for now.

Y/n didn't focus on the consequences. She felt so good, it could as well never end. James' dick was hitting just the right spot inside of her.

"I didn't lock the door. Anyone could walk in right now and see you getting all ruined by my cock."

The thought of getting caught made Y/n clench around James' dick. It wasn't moral, it was so immoral, but so exciting, so new. She was close. Her mouth opened wide as she came.

James slowed down, feeling his own orgasm approaching. His grip on Y/n's hips tightened, pulling her even closer. He came deep inside of her. Both of them were panting heavily.

"We should probably get dressed and go downstairs, or the rest will get suspicious." James advised, giving Y/n her clothes.

"Could we repeat that someday though?" Y/n smiled flirtatiously.

"Sure, whenever you're free."

"I've just started my two weeks off from work..."

"Well, then we'll spend a fun two weeks."

[END OF SMUT]

Y/n walked downstairs to the kitchen, James would go there a bit after her. The girl's mind was now clean, without being faded by inappropriate thoughts, she started feeling guilty.

"There you are!" Ron exclaimed. "We were just talking about that one fantastic maneuver you performed on your latest match."

"Ah, yes," Y/n faked a smile, "I love performing Parkin's Pincer. Although I think the bloke from the opposite team ended up in hospital."

"It's so brutal." Hermione shook her head. "How is that even legal?"

"Just don't delegalize it when you become the Minister of Magic, alright?"

Everyone laughed. They were laughing just like back in the good, old Hogwarts days in the common room or on a feast in the Great Hall. Their laughter was so loud, they didn't hear someone coming.

Y/n turned around and saw James. He looked straight into her eyes for a second and then sat back on his seat by the table.

Y/n, Ron, Hermione and Harry continued their chatter. Their little circle was so busy, no one even noticed the glances Y/n was giving to Harry's father. James on the other hand wasn't so discreet. When Y/n looked at him, he winked and then snapped back into a conversation with Arthur and Percy.

The girl blushed. What was she doing? The man was like twenty years older than her, she couldn't understand why did she feel so attracted to him. Not to mention, Harry would probably unfriend Y/n for the rest of their lives if he found out. Which meant he couldn't ever find out. A smirk appeared on Y/n's face when she was thinking about all her future 'dates' with James. She wasn't anymore listening to what her friends were talking about.

[rawdogmeharry]

will you write something about reader and harry having a 12 year age gap, but fans and everyone are really supportive of their healthy relationship? like they’re so in love. lots of fluff and maybe a tinge of smut? 🥺 love your writing 🥺🥰

old man

or, the one where Harry’s family loves Y/N and he loves her even more.

]part 2: old bones]

sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy babe <3 and thank you very much, that’s lovely to hear!!

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“What d‘ya say, baby, red or white wine?“ Harry ponders, leaning one hip against the kitchen counter and holding up the two dark glass bottles in his hands, showing them to Y/N.

“I dunno, I‘d say red but Anne‘s not really a fan of it, so let‘s just take the white,“ she shrugs her shoulders, little animated hearts dancing around in her eyes from watching Harry look so fucking effortlesly hot for no damn reason. His sheer button-up that shows his vast collection of body ink and the way his black jeans fit snugly on his juicy thighs are the reasons her panties are drenched inside out.

Little does she know, he‘s thinking the exact same thing.

She stands in the kitchen doorway, dressed in a tight, sand colored turtleneck, black bell bottomed pants and the pointed-toe nude Louboutin heels Harry had gotten her for her last birthday, looking like Harry‘s next meal. All he wants to do, is take those pants, shove them down to her thighs, bend her over their glass dining table and bury his face in her cunt and ass.

But, they‘ve got places to be and people to see at the Styles-Twist family gathering.

Dead puppies, grandma boobs, cow udders is all that circles his head because nothing else can bring his boner down.

“Hey, where‘d you go?“ Y/N waves her hand in his face, seeing his spaced out face and eyes weirdly zoned in on her tits.

“Huh?“

“Y‘zoned out on me, Har, y‘okay?“ she slowly walks towards him with her brows furrowed, her heels making a really satisfying noise on the gray kitchen tiles.

“Oh, yeah, ‘m fine, kitty, just thinking ‘bout how pretty y‘are,“ he grins and tugs her in close by her love handles, then gradually migrates his hands down to her ass and gives it a firm squeeze once she‘s fully enclosed in his arms. And about how hard I want to fuck you, you fucking Goddess, he thinks to himself.

“Let‘s go then, bub, don‘ wanna be late. Been a while since we last saw your mum, I‘ve missed her,“ she smiles up at him. “And, wanna get home as soon as possible as well, also been a while since we used those handcuffs, huh?“

Harry watches as she bites her bottom lip and feels her dainty hands stroking up and down his back, and just as he‘s about to ram her against the wall to spank her and remind her how daddy doesn‘t like to be teased like that, she quickly slips out of his embrace and spanks his firm bum, telling him “let‘s go, Har“ and giving him a pointed look as if to silently tell him that she knows exactly what he‘s thinking.

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“Oh, yeah, since ‘m on winter break right now, me ‘n Harry started re-watching Friends, but my old man can barely keep his eyes open past 11, so it‘s been goin‘ really slowly,“ Y/N giggles, and that‘s the only part of the conversation Harry hears as he‘s approaching his lovie and Gemma, the two of them talking alone on the outside bench of Anne‘s back garden.

He feels finally free after hearing his uncle talk about the new corn he‘s been growing and how the high fiber content has really helped with his digestion for the past half an hour, and all he wants to do is throw Y/N over his shoulder, go home and fuck the ever living shit out of her. Maybe they won‘t even make it inside the house, he thinks, maybe he‘ll just take her in the car in the driveway.

“Hey, is the old man you‘re talkin‘ about supposed to be me?“ he pretends to be offended with raised brows and mouth open in mock offense, throwing his arm around his lovie‘s shoulders and leaning against the side of the bench in a hunched over sitting position with his bum right at the edge.

“Well, I don‘ really have any other old men watchin‘ Friends with me,“ she shrugs, her eyes regaining the light they get whenever Harry‘s around.

“Better not,“ he says in a stern tone, expression softening once again as he feels her hand on his thigh, rubbing softly in reassurance.

Then, he hears someone else giggle beside his baby, completely forgetting that Gemma‘s been sitting beside Y/N, because all he sees, knows and breathes is Y/N.

“You guys are so cute,“ Gemma giggles again and Harry notices just how tipsy his sister is from the sparkly look in her eyes, no doubt from the delicious wine set out on Anne‘s kitchen island. “Can I tell you a secret?“

“Go ‘head, Gem,“ he chuckles, brushing his fingers through lovie‘s soft hair, “jus‘ don‘ be mad at me if y‘gonna be embarassed by it for the rest of y‘life.“

“Oh, shut up,“ Gemma rolls her eyes, “I may be drunk, but ‘m not stupid, it‘s nothin‘ embarassing. Jus‘ wanted to tell you both how glad I am you two ended up together.“

“We‘re glad too, Gem, thank you,“ Y/N smiles at her, a fond look taking over her face from the realisation at how lucky she got with her sister-in-law. Or actually, Harry‘s whole family, really, and she feels beyond grateful for how accepted and loved she feels in it.

“No, like, ‘m sayin‘ just-just how grateful I am my brother ended up with someone so amazing, so understanding and just—overall such a great person. Really, at first, me ‘n mum were a bit skeptical because of—you know—the pretty big twelve year age difference and all, and Y/N bein‘ only eighteen when y‘met. But over time when we got to know you, you‘re mature beyond your years and I wouldn‘t wish Harry any other person. ‘M really glad that all the negative comments, looks and hate y‘both got at the start of your relationship didn‘t break you up or put any tiffs between you. Y‘gained the fans‘ trust, didn‘t let them overwhelm you. Just proves that no hardships can separate you‘s, you‘re meant to be.“

And Y/N‘s got tears in her eyes at the end of Gemma‘s mini speech, because she couldn‘t imagine hearing nicer words from her boyfriends family. If everyone genuinely thinks all of this about her, she‘s quite literally the luckiest person in the world.

Harry watches as Y/N doesn‘t hesitate to give Gemma a big, fat hug once she‘s done talking and all he thinks is how right Gemma is.

How right she is by saying that Y/N is the most fucking amazing thing to ever happen to him, how nothing can separate them and how they‘re meant to be. That‘s all  Harry thinks about all day every day, and to think that his sister and probably the rest of his family have the same outlook on their relationship is like putting in the last missing piece of the puzzle.

Y/N pulls away from the hug and subtly wipes at her undereyes, “thank you, Gem. I just-I don‘ really know what else t‘say except thank y‘so much.“

“No, but seriously,“ Gemma grins at the next part she‘s about to say, “jus‘ the other day me and mum were talkin‘ about the adorable little buggers you‘d make with your good genes and all an-“

“Okay, Gem,“ Harry chuckles and takes the almost empty wine glass from her hand, “thank y‘for the kind words, but tha‘s all for tonight, I think.“

Gemma pouts, “hey, why‘d y‘take my wine?“

“C‘mon, let‘s go find Michal, he‘ll know what t‘do with ya,“ Harry smiles at his sister and helps her up from the bench and watches as she uncoordinately trots towards the door, heading inside of the warm house where the rest of his family are chatting away amongst eachother.

He stays behind and quickly leans down to whisper in Y/N‘s ear, gripping her thighs in both of his hands, “bathroom upstairs. In five minutes. Daddy doesn‘t like to wait.“ And walks away, catching up to his sister and leads her away to her boyfriend. He wants her, and he wants her now, because he physically cannot contain all of the love and absolute appreciation he has for her inside of him any longer.

Y/N just sits there with clenched thighs and an irregularly beating heart.

‘‘‘

“Fuck,“ Harry pants against his lovie‘s neck, keeping her hands pinned to the wall above her head by her wrists, “how are you this fucking beautiful, huh?“

“Fuck, please do something, Har,“ she mewls into his ear, desperately wanting to grind against something and longing to feel his cock lodged deep into her pussy.

“That‘s not my name,“ Harry growls and grips her wrists tighter.

“Daddy. Daddy, please fuck me, just-please, do something.“

“God, bunny, y‘drivin‘ me crazy. Can‘t fuck you here, don‘t want m‘family t‘hear you screamin‘ fo‘ daddy to fuck y‘ass harder. Gonna make it home, first. Or halfway.“ He grinds against one of her thighs and his cock is leaking so much precome he‘s sure there‘s gonna be a wet stain on his dark jeans once they get out of this Goddamn bathroom.

“Just stop talking, Daddy,“ she pants out, not really caring for the consequences of talking back to daddy at this exact moment and slots her lips to his own, immediately sucking his tongue into her mouth.

And Harry thinks he‘s gonna let her off for this one, because they both need it so much that the bloody rules daddy made can fuck right off through the window.

He moans into her mouth and takes his tongue out of it, quickly pulling back and looking into her eyes, “put your hand into your panties and feel how wet y‘are for me.“ And let‘s go of her wrists.

She does as she‘s told, feeling so fucking thankful for the small amount of friction she gets from her fingers quickly brushing on her clit as she passes it to her weeping hole and rubs her her pointer finger at the entrance of it.

Taking her hand out of her pants, she shows Harry her shiny, slick fingers coated in her juices.

“Suck on them like you‘d suck my cock.“ He rasps out with his hands put on either side of her head.

She takes them into her mouth and moans at her own mouth-watering taste, sucking her fingers to the back of her throat and gagging on them like she‘d gag on Harry‘s cock.

Harry moans out from the filthy sight and locks their lips together for a final time, “five minutes to say goodbye t‘everyone and then I want y‘in the front seat of m‘car with your pants in the back.“