#and NOW my parents are fucking going somewhere and i have to feed the little one

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fuck i forgot to reply

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Jay Halstead: Whatever It Takes 

You felt your stomach twist in knots. Jay’s blue eyes had a faraway look. His mind was somewhere else trapped battling with his demons. You had been dating him long enough to know when his PTSD had its claws in him. You had become an expert at picking up the signals, usually before even Jay knew a cycle was coming. The nightmares that plagued him and the distant coolness that came with them.  

This time it was different. This time you had been the one to pull the trigger on the monsters living inside his head. You had been the one to feed them and give them strength to haunt the man you loved. Tears rolled down your cheeks silently. He was sitting on the couch staring off blankly at the wall. Stuck in a stalemate with his thoughts. “I’m so sorry,” It comes out as a full-blown sob. “I never should have asked that of you.”  

His hands cup your cheeks, rough calloused thumbs wiping away your hot tears. His blue eyes are clearer as they bore into you. His expression is calm and stoic. “No, don’t apologize.” Your tears fall faster as your breath catches harshly on a sob. Your eyes fall to your lap unable to meet his gaze. You don’t deserve the comfort. “Hey, listen, listen to me, baby. Look at me.” He tilts his head down trying to catch your gaze.  

It's only when you submit to him that he continues, “This isn’t on you. You hear me?” His fingers flex griping tighter for a second to make sure he has your attention. “That little girl is your family. That makes her mine too. There isn’t a thing in this world that I wouldn’t have done to bring her home safely. Not a damn fucking thing, you hear me?” His thumbs catch more of your tears, “You didn’t have to ask. You never have to ask. It was done the moment that bastard took her.” His eyes searched yours to make sure that you were hearing his words. “Tell me you understand.” 

“I understand,” You repeat but not because you believe him but for his own benefit. You know he won’t let you go until you do.  

“I love you,” His words are forceful and filled with devotion. You nod trying to hold back the sobs. His words set off a reaction. The emotion that you had been tamping down exploded through your body. “C’mere baby,” He pulls you onto his lap so you are straddling him. His strong arms wrap tightly around you. You are pressed into his firm body, wrapped in his scent. There is a lingering smell of smoke and gasoline from the fire that had been set to the building he had been checking while looking for your niece. You had begged him, asking him to do whatever it took to bring her back. A heavy unfair burden to place on him. Your niece was home safe with her parents and Jay was in front of you fighting with his demons and that burden had been felt twice fold in your gut. It was sharp cutting you with guilt from the inside out. 

You sobbed your apologies and I love you’s into his neck. He can’t understand the words, but he can feel the emotions pouring out of you as he strokes your hair and whispers soothing words. Jay had never minded a firefight. They gave him a burst of adrenaline and sharpened his already heightened senses. It was the time after that always got him. The time when you came down from them. The time when emotions started swirling dangerously towards the surface.  

He could deal with others' emotions. He hated to see you upset, but he knew how to be there for you. Take care of you, and be what you need. It was harder, if not impossible, for him to dig into his own emotions and deal with them. You, even now in your spiraling state, were like a balm to his emotional wounds. The two of you sat in the darkened living room wrapped in each other. Your emotions exploded out of you while Jay’s imploded inside of him.  

The only comfort is each other.  

My first attempt at a Jay Halstead story. It turned out more angsty than I meant for it too. I’ve been in one of those moods lately though. Hope you all enjoyed xoxo <3 

[lizzy019]

𝒲𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝒰𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈.

Sub!Johnny Cade x Soft Dom!Fem!Reader

cw -> best friends to lovers trope lol, masturbation, underweight mentioning (Johnny), panty smelling :((, voice kink?, dub-con, cunnilingus, THIS GIRL STROKES HIS COCK! (yes pls on my knees)

Word Count -> 3.9K

I LOVE THIS WHAT

Consider your friendship to be a little too closely knit together. 

Johnny spent long, consecutive hours at your place, often being the reason why your food and snacks were gone. You couldn’t blame the poor teenager, his family wasn’t ideal, but at least yours could afford food.

By the time you two were done hanging out in your living room, watching some random show that you two eventually got bored of, you found yourself serving him whatever leftovers you had in the fridge. It wasn’t much, but you knew damn well that Johnny was the most un-picky dude ever to exist. He’d eat rat poisoning if he didn’t know it was rat poisoning. 

But you couldn’t help but feed him whatever he wanted because you knew he’d like himself with more meat on his bones and less bruises on his back. You couldn’t control what his parents did, but you sure could offer him the pleasure of eating a proper, healthier meal than takeout.

So now it was just you and Johnny sitting at your dining room table under the dim but soft light from over your head with two ceramic dishes filled with warm food in front of your torsos. It had a slightly concerned but slightly adorning expression as you watched Johnny eat with such vigour. You were concerned because it seemed like he hadn't eaten since the dawn of time, but it warmed your heart knowing you were giving him something he couldn’t access often.

“Slow down, you’ll choke yourself and I don’t have room to finish your meal.” You chided softly, smiling when you saw the tiniest pink flush engender onto his cheeks. 

Those shy brown eyes that could make anyone like him, he just seemed so sweet on the outside. “Hey, I’m hungry and I’m gonna eat! Plus, it’s not like I haven’t been to the hospital before, they’ll know me for sure.” Johnny muttered, slowing his eating pace to a reasonable speed. 

Ah right, the church incident.

Johnny probably hated how his back and shoulders looked now too, and with all that physio? You felt a little sympathy for him.

Your plates were soon empty after a decent chunk of time, and you pushed him a napkin to clean the mess from around his mouth with a kind smile. It wasn’t to be rude, as you’ve learned that being rude towards Johnny chips away at your friendship.

He takes it graciously while you scoop the dirtied dishes into your hands for cleaning. But after a second or two, you left the dishes in the sink. They could be cleaned later, and it was already somewhat late. So the ceramic plates coated in a sheen of leftover food residue were left in the sink while you tidied up the kitchen to appease your parents’ expectations. 

Johnny just watched you, eyes soft and the lovely brown irises being held by the sockets trailing your movements to exact perfection. Why did you have to be so elegant with how you moved, so effortless and perfectly postured? Poor boy was swooning.

“Alright, do you wanna go get ready for bed? We don’t really have a guest room or anywhere for you to rest, but you can take my bed while I take my parents’ bed?” You offered politely, that sweet benevolence lingering in your tone while you led him down the corridors of your home.

Pictures and paintings littering the walls of the hall, the occasional piece of work that caught Johnny’s attention until you opened a door leading to your bedroom. It reeked of your scent, something that had his insides tingling out of joy. He got to sleep in your room? Fuck yeah!

“Y-yeah, I can stay here for the night. Sorry for.. bargin’ into your home so quick, I just needed somewhere to stay and Dal was drunk outta his mind.” Johnny muttered softly, walking into your room with caution while he looked around.

Clothes scattered all over the floor, the countertops somewhat messy except for the desk you seem to barely use. Your bed, unkempt but oh so cozy looking, even the curtains which were halfway closed from rushing. Shoes just chucked about anywhere there was room, a bra littered near your hamper which he could only assume was you trying to take it off late at night before heading to bed.

But he could smell you everywhere in this room, and it sent his senses ablaze.

“That’s alright, Dally does tend to have some poor habits. Anyway, I’ll be in the shower tidying myself up, you holler if you need anythin’, y’hear?” You smiled wide, toothy grin making him smile too.

Johnny nodded, watching you leave and close the door behind you. Your soft pitter-pattering footsteps that trailed down the halls until you closed another door which he presumed was the bathroom door.

The hardening sensation being squeezed within the confines of his denim pants was getting hard to ignore, but he felt so wrong for it. But good lord, he could smell it. Smell you. The redolent, fragrant smell of you that seemed to linger no matter where he stuck his nose just drove him up the wall to pure heaven.

Meanwhile, you were just having yourself a warm shower, washing off the grime from today as well as the bit of grease you used to slick your hair out. That took the most time, you had to scrub with such authority that you were sure you had lost enough hair to re-fur a hairless cat.

The soft soap you used was being lathered onto your skin, cleansing it and replenishing what it had lost during the day. You couldn’t lie, night showers were some of the best showers after a long day.

It didn’t take long for you to finish washing your body before you hopped out of the shower to dry off. The towel now warm from the steamy, hot shower was practically a cherry on top when you patted yourself dry with it. All the little uneven droplets being soaked up by the towel’s fabric to leave you dry and soft afterward.

Johnny was hiding away in your room, stripped down only with his boxers while his hand greedily pumped at his cock, a hand grasping at the pair of panties he managed to snag from your room and stuffing them at his face to get a whiff of what your pretty cunny smelled like. He felt so wrong for doing this, he was your best friend!

Johnny instantly stopped when he heard the soft tip-taps of your feet trudging towards your room, and he used the blankets to half cover himself so his boner wouldn’t be too prominent or easy to see. He also stuffed the underwear beside his thigh away from view before muttering a medium decibel, “Come in.”

You did just that, scurrying yourself into your room you found Johnny relaxing in while you scavenged your closet for proper night clothes such as a pyjama or even an oversized shirt with some shorts. Poor Johnny was just about to go insane when he saw you bend over, the sweet sight of your ass peeking through to his line of sight.

You had to have been tempting him, right? Right?

Once you had selected what you planned on wearing for the night, you looked back over in his direction to properly wish him a good night and good dreams until you paused to look at him further.

His ribcage was in full view, the bones prominent but you couldn’t find it in you to be disgusted or revolted by the sight. The soft brown skin of his, perfect in its glory asides the bruising and scarring which you’d come to understand was his insecurity. But he seemed tense, almost fearful and you couldn’t quite pinpoint why.

“Johnnycakes? Are you okay? You look stiff, is something wrong?” You asked sweetly, innocently.

How was he not supposed to nut to just that benevolent tone you held?

Johnny gave a hesitant nod, shooting one of his sweet grins that displayed his teeth to you. You could only smile back, finding his little radiant expression to mirror onto yourself and make you do the same. But it was late, you shouldn’t stay up for chit-chatting.

“Alright, you know where I am if you need me, right? Down the hall, last room. Knock if something’s wrong.” You hummed, scampering off with your clothes in hand.

The soft click of the door when it closed rang through the silence, emitting a pitch that resonated and lingered far longer than it had to, followed by the tippy-taps of your feet against the floorboards as you rushed to your parents’ room. 

Finally!

He dug his hand back under the blanket, finding his hardened cock growing a bit flaccid, and he frowned. Poor Johnny had a good rhythm going too! He fisted his cock once again, pumping mercilessly as the echoes of your voice from that simple moment when you waltzed your way in.

It wasn’t long until he was fighting himself to not make any sounds, but he began to lose his control as soon as he gained it when the muscles surrounding the base of his cock began to twitch and tighten to signal his release was upcoming. 

The dim lights from the midnight blue sky shone through your half open bedroom curtains, pushing past the glass to shine into the room Johnny sat in. This was all the light he needed to see the pair of panties in his hand, and that dirty, filthy mind of his began to simply picture you in them and nothing more.

The lovely shape of your body, its colour and form, the little markings that made you so individual and unique. Perfect set of tits, nicest ass that looked just about sculpted by angels. You were just so perfect, how could he not want you? How could he not want to have you?

Meanwhile, you were sitting with a disgusted look on your face as you heard the soft but audible noises Johnny was making from down the hall, but once you heard your name tumble from his lips, everything seemed to fade into a realization which led to hope. Did he like you like that too?

Soon enough, your own hand drifted to the soft pair of lips being freed from the confines of your panties, rubbing your unhardened clit with vigour. The tingling sensation burned in between your thighs, and you too found it hard to remain silent, but you managed. Johnny’s sounds from your room simply added fire to the ever growing flame building within your lower stomach.

Poor Johnny was clawing at the fabrics of your bed’s sheets, gasping and heaving while soft whimpers and groans seemed to slip his closed, pursed lips. It aggravated him, but he still thought you were asleep and he didn’t wish to wake you.

Boy, was he wrong.

By the time Johnny had set off his load onto whatever fabric you had around —which you couldn’t bear to think was now stained by his cum—, you hobbled your uneasy legs out of bed and down the long corridors of your home. Your steps were as silent as you could make them, but the skin on the soles of your feet now warm from staying under the blanket made the softest sticky sound that alerted Johnny.

He sat upright in a flurry of panic, inevitably settling on stuffing himself under your blankets when he heard the door slowly creak open. Maybe you’d leave?

“Johnny?” Your whispery tone got his focus, even though he tried hard not to shuffle or move around to alert you. “Johnny, are you awake?” You tried again.

When you finally thought that he was asleep and wouldn’t be waking up any time soon, you hobbled yourself beside him under the blankets and tenderly rubbed at his back. Your nimble fingers grazed the skin of the burn scars and bruises oh so gently, his heart filling with warmth that made blood pump down in between his thighs.

You were oblivious to it, moving yourself to use his thigh as something to grind against for purchase and friction. It was selfish, it was improper, but you needed it. Lord, you could feel yourself soaking his boxers from some simple grinding against him.

Poor Johnny didn’t know how to tell you he was awake, and in all honesty, maybe he shouldn’t. If he told you, or moved even a bit, you’d become startled and embarrassed to the point where you couldn’t speak and you both knew of this well. You weren’t great at handling your embarrassment.

Those soft moans tumbling freely from your lips were like a tease, something to tempt him to see if he would break. His cock was chubbing up at your dulcet noises, and he didn’t know whether they were somewhat soothing or a bit too erotic for his liking. Regardless, he tried to subtly move his hand to that aching spot between his legs for release.

You assumed his movement was involuntary like any person would do in their sleep. Adjustments to get comfortable weren’t uncommon, so you paid no mind to it and just kept at it. Surely you had stained the hem of his boxers with your arousal juices. But you weren’t focused on that!

But it wasn’t until the movements became consistent and they weren’t your own that you began to grow nervous. Had you made him uncomfortable? Was something hurting him? Maybe he had woken up? Oh, that thought sent a sharp shiver down your spine. You were scared that he had woken up and had gotten all flustered, maybe even trying to move away with the inability to wriggle you off.

So tentatively, you moved your weight off of his body, using what little arm strength you had in you at the moment to see what was happening below you. Johnny stopped almost instantly, trying to play it off like he wasn’t just jacking off to the way you were using his body. Would this be considered non-consensual? No, he liked it very much, so why were you hesitating on continuing?

“Johnny, I know you’re awake. Did I bother you? ‘M sorry, Johnnycakes, jus’ needed you..” You hummed, nuzzling your cheek to his boney shoulder to feel the little bit of warmth radiating off of his tanned skin. “Oh, but what’ll the others think?”

When you jostled him to show you knew he wasn’t asleep, Johnny allowed himself to turn over to face you and sighed happily. There you were, all pretty with your embarrassed pink cheeks and your pouty expression. Did you even understand how gorgeous you were to him? Even when he first met you, he swore you were sent from the heavens.

“Sugar, don’t worry ‘bout the others. Dal’s secretly been tellin’ Two that we were a thing anyway. I don’t mind it, would your family be okay with it?” His serene voice that wafted tobacco to your nose had confirmed just about everything you were thinking. So he liked you back, and the glances at your breasts during visits wasn’t just because he couldn’t make eye contact with you.

“I don’t care what my parents say, but your parents.. what’ll they do to you if they find out? You know that keepin’ it a secret won’t do us any good.” You murmured, a hand of yours gently holding his hip and caressing the skin while tracing the outline of protruding bone.

That had Johnny’s eyes forming hearts. Did you really think ahead of everything just to make sure he was gonna be alright? Good lord, he knew he was making the right choice.

“Ah, what’s a couple more bruises? I’ll be able to ditch them eventually, maybe move somewhere with you. How ‘bout that? We’d move far away from Tulsa, maybe somewhere warmer. No more Socs, no more fights, hell, I’d love to get rid of my cigs. I hate my teeth all yellow.” Johnny hummed at the thought of doing everything he listed off before pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss.

It started intimately, just two idiots mindlessly kissing with smiles mashed together while fingers entangled into each other’s hair. Soft and meaningful, purposeful movements that were well thought out and calculated until Johnny moved his hips to show you what you had started. That hardening length slick with some pre-cum, and you moved your hand down to grip it and stroke it while adjusting.

Your body was now hovering over his, lips still intertwined while you wriggled off whatever clothes acted as a burden to what you were seeking. The hindrances you considered fabric to sheath your body were off of you in mere seconds, your body pulling away from his to throw your shirt off. Soon, your mouth found purchase against the soft muscle of his neck, desperately suckling some little hickeys into his flesh.

Painless bruises that expressed your affection. What was more beautiful than that? 

The soft little squeaks of moans that tumbled freely from Johnny’s pretty mouth just egged you on. Your hand fisting his cock mercilessly, milking him for all he’s got while showering him in soft praises. He deserved this kind of love, soft and sweet with just enough roughness to have you craving more.

“Yeah, baby? Feels good? You can take it, you got it.” You lulled him, pressing innocent kisses to wherever you could reach your lips, listening to the sheets rustle beneath you as Johnny wiggled around.

Sprawled out while desperately grasping the blankets and sheets below him, he found himself teetering off of that perfect ledge of ecstasy that was exposed to him. He was so close to that pleasurable place of heaven on Earth, and he was worried you wouldn’t let him cum. He hated edging.

But you didn’t. Your expression seemed to anticipate his climax, and that further had the coil connecting his lower stomach and the base of his cock to tighten and tighten until he simply couldn’t take it.

A cry that was so obviously forced to be squeezed quiet had alerted you just a few seconds before his climax that he was cumming. Sure enough, his pretty, pearly cum trickled down from his urethra and onto your soft skin, the liquid creating a thin sheen over your flesh.

The aftershocks of his body instantly made you become more sweet, hands resting on either side of his waist while gently caressing the warmed brown skin of his. Poor Johnny was rattling more than a damn Mexican maraca. Shudders made him all electric, but he soon found your hands gently holding his hips, and that grounded him.

“W-wait, I don’t think I can go again, sugar. Maybe.. get on toppa me?” He asked so sweetly, so pleasantly as if you’d say no.

You were practically stunned speechless at his words, pondering for a moment before inevitably answering his plea. Johnny adjusted instantly when he saw the soft nod of your head, and you could only giggle at his ecstatic expression. Happy, just like how he deserved to feel.

Your legs were quickly situated over his head, and with nervous hands, you combed through the soft locks on his scalp. Ungreased and silky, it soothed you enough.

“What if I’m heavy? I don’t wanna crush you.” You smiled shyly, and Johnny simply shrugged while caressing your hamstrings with tender fingers. For a greaser, you still questioned how his fingers were delicate and smooth. 

“Then I’d die happy. C’mon, it’ll be okay. How ‘bout this? If you hurt me at all, I’ll swat your legs lightly.” He offered, charming you with that devilishly sweet glint in his doe brown eyes.

You could only nod after he spoke, and you hesitantly lowered yourself onto his awaiting mouth. Nervousness caused your fingers to jitter sporadically, but you pushed through before sitting yourself onto his face. The warmth of his tongue caused a rattle to zoom up your spine like a racecar on a speedway, electrifying you.

The moans that were pulled from you just made Johnny all the more eager to please you, and he began to greedily feed off of your sweet nectar. The tangy taste of your juices were simply too addictive, could you even blame him? He didn’t know which he preferred, nicotine or your delicious wetness.

You were beginning to grind on his face, his nose nudging your clit every time you missed or got too careless. The mess of your arousal was smudging onto his chin and upper lip, but you were too dazed out to really notice anyway. Poor Johnny was about to bust again from your desperation to get a climax, but he knew cumming twice was enough for him.

His tongue slurped up any drops your cunny managed to spurt out for him, the overstimulation of your labia and clit being teased had your toes curling. You were becoming sheen with sweat, but you didn’t cease being quiet. Johnny was simply slurping you up like a snack, and you took it.

The coil within your lower abdomen threatened to snap, but you couldn’t sum up the strength to get off of his mouth to save him from mess. His hands groping your ass or caressing your hammies didn’t seem to let up either, in fact encouraging you to continue.

Johnny’s tongue kept hitting all the ooey gooey spots inside of you that set all the nerves in your body ablaze, and it wasn’t long until you were teetering over the thin line of release.

“Johnny! Johnny- I’m gonna cum..! Baby, I-” Your orgasm had cut you off, your legs seizing and stopping all their movements while you thrashed about from the sheer intensity of whatever pleasure Johnny gave you.

Poor boy’s face was squished to mush, but he was so happy.

Soon, you found yourself coming back to reality, your control over your legs and you used this newfound control to get off of his face. The last thing you wanted was to crush him or suffocate him!

When you got yourself seated beside him, legs still a bit shaky, Johnny licked off whatever fluid you managed to spunk onto his face with a gleeful smile. How gross! But.. somewhat hot too. Johnny grinned at you, his teeth all crooked but so sweet on his face.

“Feel good, sugar?” He asked you, smiling all happy and pridefully. Making you cum was a big deal for him!

You chuckled softly to yourself at his words, they were suave in how he spoke. You couldn’t admit to him that it was probably the best head you’ve ever received, his ego would get too overinflated and the gang already had an overconfident Dally.

“Yes, it felt good. Thank you.” You smiled, tucking yourself under the warm blankets of your own mattress. The duvet covers felt nice on your burning skin, even if it was a bit too hot for them.

Johnny beamed, getting under the blankets with you as well before throwing his lanky arms around you. It scared you for a second as it was unexpected, but you laughed and wholeheartedly accepted his hug. Warm arms encased you, and yours wrapped around him in return.

Giggles were shared and kisses were peppered all around, even some tickles to make everything seem more lively. Johnny also wanted you to feel like you weren’t just there for some sex and nothing more.

God, you were so fucking in love.

Shoutouts to:

@outsidersstuff16 @raycravens116 @johnnycadesslut @johnnycadesmuse @johnnycakesswitch

[blu3-tea]

Gift - G/t

TW: Pet trope, swearing.

Premise: A world in which genetically engineered tinies or Littlins are viewed as pets. Ellen is gifted one on her grandpas' party, as she had graduated the week before.

Word count: 1,352

Note: I'm considering of writing more parts to this.

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The dining room was livelier than ever. Chittering voices drowned out the clattering of forks and knives ripping through the steak. The smell of her aunt's golden casserole was overpowering. Colourful banners hung from all four walls. Rotund balloons were thrown around the room by her little cousins, across the dining table at times. Her grandpa, who was now a grand 80 years old, would occasionally join in their game, grinning like a schoolboy.

It was very rare for all of the family to gather together at once, so Ellen tried to capture every memory on her cellphone. They almost seemed normal. She showed the pictures she had taken of her grandpa blowing out the birthday candles to her aunt.

"Ellen! Come over here." Her dad called from the other end of the table. As she slid behind the occupied chairs, he placed a large box wrapped in blue wrapping paper in front of him.

"It was my idea." Her grandpa chimed in.

Her parents beckoned her to unwrap the gift right there and then with bright smiles. Her dad boasted about how expensive it was and Ellen in turn had repeatedly explained that she didn't need such expensive gifts.

"But grandpa should be opening his presents tonight."

"This is an exception. Come on! It can't wait."

Ellen felt a fluttering excitement grow in her chest, as she gingerly teared away the wrapping. What kind of computer had they bought her? Was it a monitor instead? Perhaps a jewellery box with the porcelain twirling ballerina inside? With a utility knife she carefully cut through the wide tape at the top of the box. She leaned over the open top. Her smile faded away.

Inside was a small hamster cage. Its floor was covered in spruce shavings. A blue plastic structure with a round roof stood in the corner, from where a tiny face peaked out from. Their eyes met her eyes for a moment, which felt like an eternity. The face disappeared back underneath the plastic.

What the actual fuck.

"Well, what do you think?"

"It's..." she forced a smile on "Wonderful."

"Before you go we'll give you its food."

"Ah... great. Thanks." She hugged them tightly, even though her skin tingled with disgust.

"Won't you take it out?"

"I-" Ellen stammered and glanced at the cage.

No, no, no.

"Yes, of course. I'll, umm, take them somewhere quieter." She shot a worrying glance at her clumsy cousins.

Before her parents could protest, she swiftly picked up the box and carried it upstairs to the spare bedroom. She slammed her door behind her and set the box in front of the nightstand. She kneeled down before it, looming over it.

She had always wanted to adopt a pet, either a dog or a cat. The last one, a goldfish, wasn’t fed whilst she had gone camping. So, when she had returned she found it floating on the water’s surface; her parents had forgotten to feed it. As long as she lived with them she could not have any pets or plants. Now, that she bought her own apartment she daydreamed of having a little furry friend run around the place.

What she never wanted was a littlin. The uncanny human resemblance cringed her. She knew that they were technically human, just shorter. Perhaps it was the sheer size difference that threw her off. Whatever it was that made her fidget with her dress and avoid looking at the box, she had to face it.

Ellen released a shaky breath.

Just do it already Ellen.

With stiff hands, she removed the cage and put it on the nightstand.

"Hello?" She didn't mean for her voice to crack.

A tiny figure marched out from the plastic cover to the centre of the cage. Under the yellow light, Ellen saw a bony girl with untamed, short, curly hair and chocolate coloured eyes as round as buttons. The littlin had to crane her head up to meet her gaze. She greeted her back, showing a toothy smile and placing her hands on her hips.

Ellen couldn't help but scoot a bit further back.

Just why?

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Finally the cage was taken out. Any more hours left in that darkness and Nelly would have lost her marbles. Just as practiced, she presented herself as best as she could, in the hopes of making a good first impression and getting some food to eat. In her mind she battled the thoughts of hunger. She had to stay attentive for her new owner's commands.

For a couple long seconds the giantess remained silent. Her titanic eyes darted around the cage.

You hate it too? Great. Then for the love of god change it.

Nelly kept her stance friendly as she stared at the giantess, whose eyebrows twitched a bit into a frown, barely enough for a human to notice. She noticed a big lump travel down her throat - she had discreetly gulped.

I'll enjoy her nervousness while it lasts.

It felt somewhat empowering to watch a human struggle to meet her gaze and feel uncomfortable in her minuscule presence without even having to do anything. Every time, however, they turned into the others. She was no exception.

Two minutes had passed and Nelly's hands started to sweat.

What was she waiting for? Did I already fuck it up?

First impressions dictate almost everything. If you’re “good” you’re fed and cleaned right away, even though they toy with you at the same time. The next days they keep coming back, cooing at you to come out. If you’re gifted to children that a completely different story, which she didn’t need to worry about for the first time! That giant was unmarried and single, with no animal pets whatsoever; she heard her parents talk about that as they were strolling about the pet store. She seemed perfect. She would probably leave her alone most of the time and keep her well-fed. To Nelly she had won the lottery.

Just then the giantess turned to the box and dove her hands inside. She frantically rummaged through it, as if she had lost something. Nelly eyed her curiously.

"Is there a return card in here?"

Nelly's face momentarily went blank.

Return? We barely spent five minutes together! What the hell is wrong with her?

She couldn't- she wouldn't return to that hellhole they called a pet store.

"No, there isn't." Her smile returned.

"Does the shop accepts returns?"

"No." She lied. Hopefully, she’s naive enough not to google it.

The giantess crossed her arms and closed her eyes, creasing thin lines around them. Nelly's heartbeat quickened. That was certainly not a good sign.

Would she instead leave her at a park or on the streets? Her mind raced with all the horrors she would encounter if that were the case. Dogs, cats, birds, kids, rain, wind - everything out there can tear her apart.

"Do you mind staying in that cage a bit longer? It's just that there's kids downstairs and uh- you know. The party will be over soon." The woman explained quickly.

"No problem at all!"

Good enough. I might have more opportunities to convince her to keep me. Perhaps I should take on a more talkative approach.

"Alright. Great. I'll be right back." The woman hurried back to the dining room, making sure to silently close the door behind her.

Nelly could still hear the humans' loud voices and music, but at least she wasn't right in there pressing her hands against her ears to muffle the deafening noise.

She limped to the wall of the cage behind her and slumped down against it, her right leg bent close to her chest and her left one outstretched, releasing a sigh of relief. Even though it's been a year, her left leg still screamed with pain every time she moved it. It couldn't be helped. She had to perform for survival.

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Thank you for reading!

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The Smell of Smoke

Innocent F! Reader x M!Yandere Bully OC

Part 5~

His Info: 🖕✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, name calling (bitch, slut, whore, ), BULLY, plot part(some backstory) a spoiler for TC, SA NOT BY ML, NON-CON oral on ml, force feeding alcohol, fighting, blood mentioned

Thick black leather covers your neck. A little padlock hangs from the buckle.

What the fuck is going on?

Of course you’ll try an avoid him!

Did Ace even have to ask!?

Something thumps somewhere outside your cell.

You try to cover yourself, but they didn’t give you any clothes.

Half of the gang is gone at the moment in some sort of fight, you couldn’t overhear much about it though.

There’s no way in hell you’re trying to get away, your leg is still casted up and pretty badly burned.

A thin door somewhere opens and then closes outside of your room.

“Hey Ace!” A guy says as you hear a hand-to-hand *smack*!

“Sup dude!”

“What cha doin’ ere?”

“Here to pick her up,” Ace answers them as their footfalls come closer.

“Oh? Man sounds like fun. I missed her train the other day, but oh well, plenty of whores, guess.” He shrugs and unlocks the door for the fluffy pink haired guy.

He walks you out to the connected parking garage without a word from either of you till you get into the car.

“Are you gonna get in trouble for helping me?”

“With who? Ezra? Hah!!” he laughs in earnest. “No, he raised me! after his mom ki—” his face drops, then he steels himself, “No! ya know what! He revoked his right to have secretes.”

“Wait wait, he raised you? How’d you turn out like the way you are? and not…”

“I’m sure he looks evil… I mean he’s never been like this with anyone. An I won’t try to say it’s right...”

“Why’s he doing it then?”

“I’ve never seen him with a vendetta quite like this. to be honest, i don’t know” He takes a long strained sigh before pulling out of the garage. “N-not saying there’s anything you could have done that would justify any of this! it just feels very… reveng-y”

“Whatever… Anyway, what was that about secretes? sorry-side tangents” You shrug in your seat.

“His mother murdered my parents”

Harsh knocking shakes your door practically off its hinges.

looking out the peephole you see, it’s not Ezra, but it’s still unfortunately a couple members of his gang you think.

“Sup. Boss’s gone f’today, we’re here t’escort ya around, an all that.” They look at you hungrily, sweeping over your still very much damaged form.

“A-are you??” You ask skeptically. “I-I’m just gonna… Get ready! … then.”

You go to close the door, and one of them smacks it open wider with his fist.

You jump. “Wh-what the—!?”

“Yeah. He said yur paying us fur our services” They step closer and closer. One strokes your hair, the other grabs you and bends you over them.

They take you to your class, still dirty and disheveled, but you make it on time.

After class they don’t come to pick you up. Which you think is odd, but you don’t question it, feeling a lot better off without them.

At the end of the school day you’re hopping down the street, sticky and hot, trying to get home.

“Hey, slut, ya miss me?” You hear Ezra call out to you, something stirs deep within you…

You sigh out, there’s no way you’re getting away from him right now, being on crutches and all. You give him a weak, defeated smile.

“Get in.” he practically snarls at you.

You do, without any assistance. It hurts all over by the time you’re sitting.

“You reek! t’fuck happened t’ya!?”

Sheer embarrassment turns swiftly into tears bubbling in the bottom lids of your eyes. “You should know—It was y-your guys!”

“My guys?” his lip turns up in disgust.

“Yes! they c-came first thing in the morning, said they’d pr-protect me—” your sobbing a little from exacerbation, “Th-then they—”

“What’d they look like?” His voice sits completely level, but it’s much deeper now.

You explain their appearance as best as you remember. He pulls away from the curb as soon as you get half way through.

“They ain’t my guys.”

“Stay here.” Ezra jumps out of the car and rushes the front door. Your little heart is beating so loud and hard in your chest now. Somethings really, really wrong.

You scooch down lower in your chair.

One of the guys from earlier opens the door… You see Ezra immediately grab him and slam his face down into his knee.

The guy yells loud, blood pours from his nose.

Ezra throws him to the lawn and reaches into the darkened doorway to grab the second guy and throw him as well.

He stomps on him once before kicking him a few times in the ribs.

The other guy is still reeling on the ground.

Ezra leans down over the man now and punches him repeatedly in the head and face.

Finally standing, the first guy goes to pull Ezra off his friend. Ezra’s attention is now on him, there’s blood splattered on his face, and dripping onto his shirt.

You look away, shivering, and hold your ears, your eyes are wide.

You consider running, again forgetting your damn leg.

“F-Fuck!” You punch the door of the car.

It feels like hours later he comes back to the car, the bandages on his knuckles are torn and blood soaked.

“thanks f’tellin me” He slides a wet finger up your jaw.

He throws your face roughly, before undoing his pants and grabbing you again.

“Open up, bitch,” he shoves your head down and grinds into your face. You shake your head no, and clench your jaw. “If you don’t take this fucking cock into your whore mouth—”

“Okay! okay! okayy, please! just sto-opp” You sob and put your lips to his hot, spongey tip.

Heat spreads between your legs at a frustrating pace.

“Nah, nah, bitch, this ain’t it” he chuckles.

His hand digs into your scalp and grips tightly. He forces you all the way down his shaft, nose against his thigh once again.

Your throat contracts painfully as you try and breathe.

He keeps you there, giving and taking your air at his own whim all over again the entire way home.

Once there, you’re apparently too slow to grab your things, so he grabs your bag and helps you with your crutches.

Again he tries to speed ahead of you and he sighs in frustration when you still aren’t fast enough.

He comes back to sling you over his shoulder with one arm and your crutches in the other.

You cling to his shirt, scared of having anymore pain than you’re already in.

“Have you not taken any meds yet?” He opens the door to your dorm.

“I was going to when i got home…” You say, your voice is hoarse, and quiet.

He finds the meds in your bag, after forcing you to sit. He then goes to your fridge and finds some of your roommates boxed wine.

He pours some wine into his mouth and drops in a couple pills, then brings his lips down to yours and forced the alcohol into your mouth.

It rushes in so fast you’re forced to swallow! The alcohol tastes terrible and feels so hot as it goes down. You push him away after he makes sure you gulped everything down.

He takes the container of wine and sips more, before repeating the process with you.

His hand finds your mound with ease, and he starts to rub you through your panties as you swallow more of the hot fluid.

You’re dizzy and panting already and when you try and push him away now, it’s sluggish with no power, as if you’re dreaming.

A weird buzz fills your head, you think you must be cross eyed when he pulls away.

“Hah, you’re such a lightweight!” His words float into your mind, vision spinning and blurry.

You yelp as he slaps your cunt with the back of his hand.

He takes a large gulp of the wine, before picking you back up.

It hardly feels different than being on the bed, you’re rapidly spinning regardless of where in space you are.

You can’t help giggling as he takes your clothes off, he keeps brushing over ticklish spots everywhere! Everything feels so silly right now, even your ribs tickle as you try and breathe!

He puts you in the tub with some hot water.

You suddenly stop laughing though, while he’s holding your casted leg up out of the water for you… It’s a strangely sweet gesture from him.

“‘ll this help?” he’s looking away as if trying to be polite while he asks.

You wash as quickly as possible.

Ezra dries you off and carries you to bed. He sets you in his lap and holds your chin to face him. His lips tickle yours as he just barely touches them.

You’re still dizzy, and the world is still fuzzy, making it hard to think.

His kiss gets rougher as the seconds pass, eventually he’s biting you, and sinking his teeth into your shoulder, leaving dark bruises in his wake.

His hand finds your tit, he runs his fingers over your pert bud. His other moves to your sore scalp.

“I want to tear you apart, Y/N,” he whispers against your neck in a gruff, rumbling voice.

You can’t do anything but whine, “What-” He pulls your head back forcefully, it hurts your neck, and causes you to cough.

As he kisses you, his hand slowly glides up your chest to your throat, pressing traveling dents into you’re flesh all along the way. you moan into him.

“I can’t wait to fucking destroy you,”

Your head tilts back practically welcoming his touch on its own. You couldn’t fight to keep it upright against the alcohol combined with the spreading warmth.

“You‘re too numb for me righ’now.” He throws you aside, though he stays close to you in the bed. “I want you to feel everything I give you.”

[gracies-baby]

Hiiii!!!

Can I request a fan fic with Gracie Abrams x female reader. The reader is a 20 year old actress. She is also a YouTuber. She is making a car video with her girlfriend Gracie. In the video they keep sharing their foods to the other. The video goes viral for the cute couple feeding each other and being all lovey dovey throughout the video. You can come up with the concept of the video itself. Just make it really fluffy and adorable.

Thank you so much for the request!

Car Taste Test

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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"Hey guys! Today we have my wife, Gracie Abrams joining us!" Y/n speaks to her camera as she sits in the passenger seat of her girlfriend's car.

"Not wife yet. Soon though" Gracie replies, parking the car in the parking lot of the restaurant.

"Yeah? How soon?" Y/n asks, giggling as she leans closer to her girlfriend.

"Very soon" Gracie quickly pecks her lips before pulling away, thanking the fast food worker that brings them their food before the worker walks away.

"Alright. So. We're just doing a little vlog today and there's a new restaurant that we wanted to try. So that's where we are right now" Y/n says as she watches Gracie did through the bag of food that was handed to her.

"Do you wanna try the chicken, beef or fish first?" Gracie asks her girlfriend as she pulls out the food.

"You choose first and I'll try after you. Gracie's my taste tester if you guys didn't know. If I haven't tried something, Gracie tells me if it's good or not" Y/n tells the camera before she feels her girlfriend arm wrap around her shoulder, pulling her closer.

"That's because you're such a picky eater" Gracie replies, kissing her girlfriend's cheek.

"You know, when she first had dinner with my family, they didn't know she didn't like corn and Y/n didn't wanna be rude so she ate the entire plate. Then she spent the whole car ride home trying not to throw up" Gracie tells the story as Y/n groans.

"Your parents are so nice! I didn't wanna make a bad first impression. And they're such good cooks.. you know, apart from the corn" Y/n scrunches her face up at the thought of the vegetable as Gracie takes a fork full of the chicken.

"Okay, this is really fucking good. Come here babe" Gracie tells her girlfriend as she puts more chicken on the fork and puts it in Y/n's mouth, watching as Y/n moans at the taste.

"Alright, you gotta edit that part out. That sounds for my ears only" Gracie tells her girlfriend with a smile, half joking.

"Come here" Y/n replies, pulling her girlfriend closer to her before putting her mouth against her ear, letting out a soft, quiet moan of Gracie's name.

"Babe! The cameras on!" Gracie exclaims as she laughs with a blush on her face. Y/n laughs in reply as she picks up the ice cream that they ordered.

"Oh, so you'll try the ice cream but not the actual food?" Gracie asks with a grin.

"Yeah, you want some?" Y/n asks, eating a spoonful before putting another one in front of her girlfriend's lips, watching as she eats the ice cream off the spoon.

"Babe, you should cut your hair" Y/n tells her girlfriend suddenly as Gracie looks at her confused.

"Where did that come from? I thought you liked my hair"

"I do! But you would look so cute with short hair. Like shoulder length" Y/n replies, moving her hand to play with her girlfriend's hair.

"I thought I was already cute?" Gracie asks, putting on an adorable pout.

"You are! You're so fucking adorable!" Y/n replies, squishing her girlfriend's cheeks and pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

"You do realise we're giving the fans months worth of content, right?" Gracie asks pulling her girlfriend closer.

"Yeah, but it's fine. They deserve it" Y/n replies, placing another kiss on Gracie's lips.

"Oh wait! We need to get Weenie more treats!" Y/n remembers, telling her girlfriend to drive to the pet store.

"Also, I know I said that food was good but it was actually kinda shit. We need to go somewhere else" Y/n continues as she stares at the road.

"Yeah, I was gonna say that" Gracie agrees.

"You said it was good!"

"Yeah, if I said it was bad then you wouldn't have tried it. I'm helping you try more things" Gracie replies.

"Aww, you're so cute! I love you so fucking much!" Gracie parks the car outside the pet store before stepping out the car.

"Do you wanna wait in the car?"

"Yeah, you won't be long, right?" Y/n replies.

"I'll just be a few minutes" Gracie says before walking inside the pet store.

"Alright, I guess while Gracie's gone, I'll answer some of the comments from the last video" Y/n tells the camera as she picks up her phone and goes to her comment section.

"How did you and Gracie meet? We met when I was in college. I was in the same class as Audrey, if you guys don't know, Audrey is Gracie's best friend. Audrey invited me over because she thought Gracie and I would get along. And look at us now!" Y/n giggles before moving onto another question.

"Is Gracie actually good at baking? Guys, she is so fucking amazing, she could actually sell them at bakeries. The first time I had one of her cakes was when she made one for me on our first anniversary. And she made my favourite and I didn't think she would remember what it was because I only mentioned it once like a month into our relationship" Y/n gushes only to stop when the car door opens.

"Alright, where do you wanna eat?" Gracie asks, turning on the car.

"I dunno, where do you wanna go?"

"Please not this again. We do this every time!" Gracie replies with a laugh.

"Fine! I want ramen" Y/n says as she watches her girlfriend begin to drive to the noodle shop. When they arrive, Gracie goes in to order while Y/n waits in the car. Gracie sits back in her seat, taking Y/n's noodles out and handing it to her.

"You wanna try some?" Gracie asks, holding her fork with her own noodles on it up to her girlfriend's mouth, causing Y/n to put them in her mouth.

"Wait babe, come here, you got something on your mouth" Gracie tells her as Y/n comes closer to her, watching as Gracie goes to wipe her lip only to connect their lips instead, causing Y/n to giggle into the kiss.

[angelkhi]

hi! i loved your fic about abby so much! really one of the best I've ever read <3

can you write hcs about abby and how supportive she would be with her girlfriend being a volleyball player? like.. help her before an important game, the sexual tension when they argue after reader lost a-and all

thank you for everything!

i hope i did this justice! thank you so much for the ask and the kind words!! <3

prefacing this by saying my knowledge of volleyball (and most sports in general) are ranked somewhere between -0 and 0%. (i’m a formula 1 girlie i like cars going zoom)

this is generally sfw but it gets a bit smutty as per (minors do not interact i know where you live i’ll make your parents take your phone away😡).

pregame!abby who gives you snacks and water, feeding you information on the other team (which you’re sure is not allowed).

pregame!abby making you a playlist to hype you up, sneaking silly songs in there to make you de-stress a little.

pregame!abby sitting you on her lap, hyping you up in front of your teammates, whispering in your ear how good she’s gonna fuck you if you win.

wholesome pregame!abby who kisses you on the forehead, who tells you “go get em baby” before every game. (she can’t resist swatting your ass as you leave).

pregame!abby getting all handsy with you, riling you up before the game so you can take it out on the other team.

pregame!abby letting you re-braid her hair when you get all nervous and fidgety before a game.

game day!abby who wears your gets mouthy with the ref over every tiny incident, standing off to the side arms crossed.

game day!abby who cheers louder than anyone else, shouting “that’s my girl” every time you score.

game day!abby trash talking the other team, pretending it’s someone else when the ref looks her way (she’s on her final warning).

game day!abby giving you pep talks between sets, making sure you rehydrate, reassuring you when your team is down a few points.

postgame!abby letting you sit silently in the passenger seat, hand on your thigh. after a loss she knows you’re disappointed in yourself even though it was a team effort, but she also knows coming at you glass half full will just piss you off.

postgame!abby doing little things, running you a bath, stocking up on your favourite snacks, ordering your favourite takeout, putting on your favourite movie even though she thinks it’s dumb.

postgame!abby who’s been waiting for you to snap, knowing that at some point all of that self depreciation and anger is gonna come pouring out.

postgame!abby knowing that you’re not angry at her, nor do you mean to take it out on her but she’ll take it if it makes you feel better.

postgame!abby refusing to touch you until you fix your attitude, making your moods even worse. it’s a game of cat and mouse, who will cave first? (she knows it’s you)

postgame!abby doing everything she can to get under your skin, lingering touches only to deny you later on, sitting you on her lap lips tracing your neck, fingers skirting along your hips until you reach a breaking point, then nothing.

postgame!abby finally having enough of your bratty behaviour, pinning you down against the plush sofa, completely overpowering you, crowding you with her scent and her touch not giving you what you want until you ask her.

postgame!abby who definitely edges her pretty girl until she’s quite literally on her knees begging for it, and then overstimulating you until you’re a blubbering mess. she’s so in tune with you, she knows it’s exactly what you need to release that tension. to finally talk instead of pushing her away.

postgame!abby who praises the shit out of you. yeah you both get off on it, but right now she’s all about rebuilding your self esteem and a little bit (a lot) of praise never hurt anybody.

postgame!abby with the sweetest aftercare, bathing you, wrapping you up in the comforter, hydrating you, feeding you, letting you talk. telling you how proud she is no matter if you win or lose.

just sweet abby and her volleyball girl <333

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : MISSING BIRTHDAYS

Requested by my bubbles 🫧 @hoodharlow 💙 🩵

Last night you celebrated Ezequiel’s fifth birthday party. A birthday party that you and Jack have been planning on for a while.

You were excited to see all your family and friends, some that you haven’t seen in a while. But most importantly, you were excited to celebrate your son.

It should’ve been an amazing time, with all the kids running around, fighting inside the jumper. To the tíos and tias getting rowdy over the music choice and which beer tastes better .

But sadly, it was nothing how you imagined it to be. In fact it was the total opposite and there was only one person to blame.

You, Mia and Ezequiel were in the living room sitting on the floor, opening the birthday presents Ez didn’t get into yesterday at his party.

You were halfway through a boxed present when you heard the front door being opened then closed.

You face your kids and notice Mia goes wide eyed and Ezequiel is just looking down at his little hands.

“Hey I’m home.” Jack announces as he walks into the living room with a huge smile on his face.

“Hi daddy.” Mia stands up and goes to hug him.

“Trator” Ez whispers loud enough for only you to hear.

“What’s all this?” Jack points to the pile of wrapping paper and toys.

“Presents Cheesy got.” Mia answers him.

“He got presents delivered early?”

You scoff and roll your eyes.

Ez stands up, looks at Jack with a sad and disappointing look on his face, but more so hurt. “Thanks for membering my birthday.”

Jack chuckles “What?”

“You pinky promised.” Ez lets out with a shake to his voice and walks out the living room.

“What is he talking about?”

“Unbelievable.” You stand up and start picking up the trash. “Yesterday was his birthday party, you know the one we’ve been planning for months.?”

Jack looks confused. “No, that’s until the twenty fourth.” He takes out his phone to probably check the date. “FUCK.”

“Daddy.” Mia warns him with a smirk, as she takes a handful of popcorn.

“Mia, not now please baby.” Jack tells her and follows after you to the kitchen.

“Y/N. I totally forgot, I’ve been super busy and my head has been all over the place.”

“We don’t make poor excuses when it comes to our kids. We made a promise to always be there for the important occasions involving them.” You slam the top of the trash can and turn around to face your husband. “He waited for you, he didn’t even get to enjoy his party because he kept looking out to see if his daddy would show up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are we those parents now? We put our jobs before our children?.” You walk back to the living room.

“You’re being a bit unfair here Y/N.” He shakes his head. “I can’t always put work on hold like you do to yours. I admit, I forgot about his party but you can’t hold it against me when my work it’s what’s feeding our family.”

“Wow, just wow Jackman.” You shake your head. “Find somewhere else to stay tonight.”

“I didn’t mean that, babe just cut me some slack.”

“You think I don’t get it? You think I don’t understand that you have a career? That I don’t see everything you’ve been doing? I do and I couldn’t be more proud of you.” You close your eyes for a few seconds and then open them right away, taking in a deep breath to control yourself.

“I’m not mad because you work Jack, I’m mad because you promised that little boy you’d be here. He asked you time and time again if you had work, and you said no every single time. My little boy was heartbroken yesterday.” You wipe a tear from your cheek, “You could’ve called or something, and maybe just maybe things would’ve been different.” You head out the living room to go look for your son.

Jack groans and sits down on the couch, his head leaning back on the armrest.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you and mommy gonna be okay?”

Jack sits up and faces his daughter. “We will be bug, I pro-“

Mia shakes her head, cutting him off “No promises.” She says sadly.

“I deserve that.”

She shrugs, “I’m not trying to be mean dad, but Cheesy was really sad. He didn’t even eat cake and you know he loves cake.”

“Hello? The door was unlocked losers.” A voice is heard coming from the foyer.

Jack groans “Great, the instigators are here.”

“We heard that bum.”

“Yeah that’s why I said it.” He looks up and sees it’s Blanca, Ree and Lucy, Y/N cousins. Jack stands from the couch and stands in the middle of the living room.

“Well if it isn’t the dead beat dad.” Ree says, glaring at Jack.

“Calm down, I’m around my kids so no need for the insults.”

“Ohhh what is that tia B?” Mia points at what Blanca is holding.

“This is for EZ.” She uncovers the box. “Le prometí traerle pan dulce.”

Mia smiles “Su favorito.”

“Llévaselos mientras hablamos con tu papá.” Blanca carefully hands Mia the box.

“Tia be nice.” She warns Blanca, then faces Ree and Lucy. “Him and mommy are fighting so don’t be mean to him.”

The three of them smile. “We’ll try our best bug.” Lucy makes no promises.

Mia groans. “Evil tias.” She shrugs. “I dig it.” And she walks out the living room.

“Say whatever you’re about to say.” Jack rolls his eyes.

“We’re not saying anything.” Lucy tells him.

“Uh yeah we are.” Ree says right away.

“I think it’s funny that you like to say family this, family that. But you can’t even make it to your son's birthday party.” Blanca shrugs. “Couldn’t be me.”

“BLANCA.” You gasp out as soon as you walk back into the living room.

“I’m just saying,” Blanca shrugs.

You shake your head. “They’re in the playroom.”

Ree smiles and goes to hug you, sensing that you’ve been arguing with Jack, which probably led to you crying. “We just came to drop off the pan dulce for the little man.”

“We saw Urban with Cassie and baby mama, so we knew little man would need his sweats”

“Thank you.”

The girls head out, leaving you and Jack alone.

“Not once, not once have I said you’re a terrible father and I’m not going to start now.” You cross your arms standing a few feet away from him.

“Y/N-“

“Before you start, understand that I’m not mad that you worked. I’m upset that we asked you numerous times if you were sure about having the weekend off and you said yes. I’m upset and hurt that you let my baby boy down. If you would’ve told us you had work, he would’ve understood that, because newsflash Jackman, our kids are way smarter and understanding than what you give them credit for.”

“I know I messed up babe, I do. But I didn’t do it on purpose. Chris keeps booking me for all these overseas festivals and I can’t back out of them.”

“I honestly don’t even want to listen to your poor excuses. What’s done is done, what you said to me it’s understood.”

“Y/N, I’m sor” you cut him off, getting annoyed. You’re probably overreacting, but you can’t just erase the broken look your son had all day yesterday.

“Don’t you dare apologize to me, you said what you said, own that shit.” You tuck your hair behind your ear, so it’s away from your face. “Apologize to my son, make it up to him. He’s the only one that matters rights now.” You go and sit down on the couch, letting out more tears.

Jack kneels in front of you, holds your hand but you quickly move out his hold. “Baby.” He whispers.

You turn the opposite way, not wanting to look at him. “Please look at me.”

“Jack, just go fix things with Ezequiel.” You whimper out.

Jack stands up and goes towards the playroom. “You and mommy need to chill, so what if daddy had work? He always does.” He hears Mia say.

“He pinky promised, he said theys are portant.” Ez tells her.

“Okay point made bu-“

“Mia, can I speak to your brother alone please?”

“Are you going to make him cry?” Mia glares.

“What? Of course not. Alize Mia, go color or something.”

“Fine, fine. Everyone is just grumpy today.” She mutters on her way out the room.

“Hey little man, can we talk?”

Ez shrugs, “I don’t wanna.”

“Okay, how about I talk and you listen?”

Ez nods sadly.

“I know sorry isn’t enough to make it up to you. I know I let you down buddy, but it was never my intention to do that to you.” Jack reaches for Ezequiel and they both lay down on the huge bean bag.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” Jack brushes his fingers through his son’s curls.

Ezequiel shrugs “I don’t know.”

“You’re allowed to be sad little man, I let you down and you’re more than welcomed to those feelings. I’ll never stop apologizing.”

“Can I go with momma?”

“Y-yeah little man.” Jack let’s EZ stand up but stops him. “I love you okay? That’s never going to change.”

Ez nods and runs out the room.

Jack is left alone in his kids playroom, laying on the beanbag.

“Well daddy,” Mia announces, jumping on the bean bag. “Seems like we’re sleeping at Nino Urban’s house and planning on how you’re gonna make it up to mommy and Cheesy.”

“Mia.”

“What? You’re in the dog house or whatever grandma says to grandpa when they fight.”

Jack shakes his head, he turns to look by the entrance of the door and sees you passing by with Ezequiel in your arms, most likely heading to the bedroom.

Jack quickly turns to face Mia, “What’s your plan? How can I make it up to them?”

“This is gonna cost you.” Mia warns him.

“Yes, anything.”

Mia smiles and claps her hands. “Okay soo…”

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[bluemoonperegrine]

Wildlife rehab

My husband and I are going to see if becoming licensed wildlife rehabilitators is feasible. We wouldn't publicize it because there's only so much two people can do with no funding, but it would help with other things.

The other things are largely legal. It's illegal to treat most wildlife. I have mixed feelings about these laws. I think they were passed with good intentions, but can result in a lot of suffering of animals who need some TLC.

I volunteered at a wildlife rehab group in a different part of Virginia years ago. It was an amazing experience.

Gonna ramble about a sad experience I had ages ago when I was in middle school (14 yrs old) that's relevant to the above.

In a parallel to how the fledgling crow came to my house, a friend and I found a small, sick bird on the ground outside the school. It probably was some sort of sparrow, likely a House Sparrow which is a well-established invasive species. But I really don't know.

It was small and fluffed up and hardly moving. I'd had a few parakeets, so I knew what a sick bird looks like. It let me pick it up and take it to the only person I could think of who might help, the biology teacher Mr. Rich.

Generally speaking Mr. Rich was a good guy. So my friend and I were surprised when he frowned at the sick bird and said, "What I am I supposed to do with it? Go away."

I don't remember his exact words, but that was the gist of it.

So my friend and I put it in the shade somewhere outside and left it to die.

No one would help.

The notion of bringing the bird home with me never entered my mind until literally right now. It was an impossibility. I needed help at home. My parents sure as hell wouldn't help me with a sick bird.

My husband is the kind of guy who kids will bring a sick bird to, and he brings it home and I run to the store for supplies and at least fucking try.

In a little while I'll go outside and feed the ducks and goats and Harriet the chicken who literally kept crossing the road to be with us. I'll pet them and collect eggs and call to my Cawfords who hang around because there's plenty of food from us feeding the outside pets. As long as Elliot and Sam don't harass or hurt the pets, they're welcome.

(Even if they do poop in the goats' water bucket, so I have to dump it out a lot more often now. Not cool, crows. Not cool.)

[eliiasjames]

I heard the call Hind made asking for help before she was murdered

I saw Sidra's little body hanging from the wall, her legs blown off

I saw the picture Motaz never wanted to share, the lifeless child covered in rubble and blood, their scalp hanging off

I saw the uncensored video of the decomposing NICU babies left behind in the hospital when Israel refused to let them be taken somewhere safe

I heard the audio of Aaron Bushnell as he burned alive, screaming Free Palestine with his last words

I saw the video of the headless child

I saw the videos of mothers cradling their children, saying their last goodbyes

I saw the video of the father holding the remains of his children in grocery bags because it was all he could find of them

I saw the video of Reem, of her little lifeless body cradled in her grandfather's arms as he kissed her face, stroked her hair, the soul of his soul

I have seen it all. I don't look away. They can't, so I can't.

How much more do we have to see, how much more do THEY have to suffer, before anything is done? The US recently vetoed a ceasefire again, AGAIN, they sat down, they looked over the evidence, the carnage and the death toll and the trauma, and they VETOED a ceasefire

When will enough be enough?? Palestinians have been under attack for DECADES, they've never known peace, but it has progressed now to a genocide, a full-blown goal to completely wipe them out. Israel has backed them into a corner, they've chased them from their homes to Rafah, and are now demanding they either go into Egypt or be wiped out

When do our "leaders" decide that things have gone too far? When another innocent life is taken? When another couple hundred babies are blown to bits, when they're so unrecognizable that their own parents are having to identify them by their names written on their bodies? When parents don't even have full bodies to bury? When all they have is bits and pieces of their CHILDREN??

WHEN IS IT ENOUGH??

WHEN IS IT DEEMED TOO MUCH??

WHEN??

Because I saw it was too much on October 7th. When I saw those first videos, those first pictures, when the first dead child I've ever seen came up on my feed, so, so small, wrapped in white, cradled in the arms of a mother or a father who never should've had to say goodbye, that is when I saw it was too much, that it went too far, that enough was enough

And yet?

Our government is doing nothing. Our government is FUNDING the genocide of an entire population of innocent men, women, and children

We have people who are going to the extreme for the rights Palestinians should already have..Aaron Bushnell, the woman in Atlanta..they set themselves on fire, on FIRE, because we aren't being listened to. We have people setting themselves on fire in the hopes their voices will be heard and this fucking genocide will be over

WHEN WILL ENOUGH BE ENOUGH???

[pinkrangersarah]

what's even more unexpected than a season 5 announcement, is me actually getting back on my bullshit and thinking about max's parents. (yeah, i just rewatched parent's day and, yeah, i got a little teary eyed, don't fucking look at me.)

it's canon that max's parents are inattentive to him; they "don't care" about him. it's popular for people to headcanon that they are also physically abusive to him (despite no evidence supporting this in the show), and i remember a while back seeing some theories that his parents are actually foster parents. over the years i've come to dislike these theories, the former having nothing to back it up and the latter getting under my skin because of how the foster care system is in real life--broken, with children often falling into the hands of horrible people. i've come to really dislike media feeding into that reputation.

in trying to come up with my own ideas for max's parents, i started looking into marital traditions and the views of divorce in indian culture. max states in "camp cool kidz" that his parents left their home country (although i'm willing to bet the reason he gives isn't entirely true, if it's true at all), so we can assume that they were married in india. i found an article by shibani joshi, where she talks about her experience with marriage and divorce. arranged marriage is a tradition in many indian cultures and, according to joshi, india has one of the lowest divorce rates, and divorce can bring shame to families, particularly to women.

in her story, joshi makes it clear that she wanted to put her children first; that if she was really going to go through with divorce, it wouldn't be until after her youngest turned 18. she was afraid of what her family would think if she and her now ex-husband divorced. because of this, i'd be hesitant to make a similar case with max's parents; i wouldn't want to potentially smear a cultural tradition and anxieties of a group of people. with how max describes his parents, i wouldn't feel good about it (or perhaps i'm overthinking it).

however, what if his parents wanted to avoid those traditions? before i turned away from this fandom, i used to headcanon that they were young and naive (barely 20) when they had max. i could still see that being the case; perhaps neither of them wanting to go through with arranged marriages, despite that being a generational tradition in their families. consider max's parents leaving india to start over somewhere in america, similar to how joshi describes her father starting a new life in america.

this inevitably takes a turn for the worst, as they are still in those young "finding yourself" stages of life and, on top of that, are trying to settle into a new life in a new country with a baby. the marriage gets strained, and as the two parents take out their frustrations on one another, max is often ignored as a result. "i'm busy, ask your father." "i'm busy, ask your mother." communication falls apart and max is often forgotten about at school, the parents spending more time blaming each other rather than comforting their child. one parent signs him up for after school activities he isn't interested in doing because it's cheaper than hiring a sitter and neither parent is willing to compromise on their work schedules. his parents aren't involved in any aspect of his life, unless they are called in for it (parent-teacher conferences, "max was sent to the principal's office again"), because they are too focused on themselves and their own lives not meeting their expectations. eventually, max learns that negative attention is better than no attention at all. emotional neglect is still abuse, even if it isn't immediately noticeable.

i highly doubt anyone is going to read this, but to anyone who does: what are your thoughts? i'm 100% open to constructive criticism (especially if i've stepped on any toes in regards to culture and traditions, it's the very last thing i want to do) and anyone else's takes on max's parents. i definitely have other headcanons, but if i'm really hopping back onto my bullshit then i'll most likely share them another day.

[saltygilmores]

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: SEASON 3, EPISODE 2: HAUNTED LEG-TUMBLR IS HUNGIE AND KEEPS EATING MY POSTS

The Netflix synopses (synopseses? Synposi? Where are you, Jess Mariano? You're my only hope) made this episode seem like it was going to be heavily En-Crusty'd (Christopher focused) but then the lovely @frazzledsoul told me that in this episode Rory takes Christopher to school (metaphorically) and this is also the episode where Jess takes RORY down a peg in a GLORIOUS confrontation at Doose's Market. If there's one thing I love seeing in Gilmore GIrls it's a good peg lowering. In fact, it gives me such immense satisfaction to see Rory in particular get taken down a peg that the three times Dean does it to her are the only times I actually side with Dean. Let the Notch-Taking-Down Party commence. But first....Happy 18th birthday, Jess! You're legal, mister! I am solidly and forever in the Late August/ Early September Birthday Camp (I have my reasons) and we're already there on the show! It's been almost a year since he arrived in Stars Hollow as a 17 year old! I'm gonna make it easy and say it was September 1st.

Now you can visit the strip club, and buy porn and cigarettes legally! You're a man now! (well, at least you could buy cigarettes at 18 years old 20 years ago. It's 21 now). Episode begins with Emily still being predictably salty about last week's FND, where Lorelai snuck out of the house while her parents were fighting over her breakup with Crusty.

Don't listen to her. You do can do whatever you want, even while you're on the clock. My little shmushkins. My apple dumpling. My peach tart. My banana muffin. My jelly donut. You're gonna make a bazillion dollars with your books some day and show em all. *pinches his cheeks* Lorelai is coming down with an illness which I shall diagnose as mononucleosis (aka the kissing disease) that she contracted from making out with Dean Forrester.

Lorelai has no qualms about leaving the house to eat out every single day in a crowded diner and spread her germs all over town, instead of keeping her ass in bed, I guess. She's also incapable of purchasing and opening a can of soup and dumping it in a pot on the stove (or hell, even sticking it in the microwave) so she wakes up each day and chooses to be a Disease Vector. If she wasn't (presumably) still married to Luke in 2020 to cook her meals for her at home I don't know how she survived the pandemic. Luke: You know what helps a cold? A healthy immune system. You know how to get a healthy system? By not eating crap and blowing out your brain cells with coffee. Eat a vegetable now and then or some high fiber cereal. At least eat the carrots in the soup? Three minutes in and he's already Insulting Lorelai (while, uh, also insulting himself at the same time?) Whee, I'm loving this episode already! More Peg-Lowering, please! Several people on this show are going to be HUMBLED and I am HERE for it. But why is Luke always downselling food that he puts on his own menu? I know Lorelai and Rory don't ever pay him anyway, but doesn't he want to attempt to make some money? "My food will make you fat and sick and kill your brain cells. Don't eat it. Go eat somewhere else." Or is it that he's a-okay with poisoning the rest of Stars Hollow with copious amounts of junk food but wants to spare Lorelai and Rory the same fate? One would also suppose he doesn't actually have said vegetables or fiber rich cereal on his menu in the first place (it's a fucking diner) and that would mean Lorelai would have to pour herself her own cereal at home. Perish the thought. Is Luke secretly some kind of California Hipster in denial? Would he be more at home opening some kind of vegan cafe where he serves wheat grass shots and kombucha and avacado toast, you know, all the stuff Milo Ventimiglia eats. (But Milo’s a big junk food junky too, he's a bit of a paradox, that man). What does he feed Jess, by the way? In his first appearance he was planning to stuff his already neglected and malnourished nephew full of Corn Flakes and Pop Tarts.

Grandpa here is going to live to be 115 probably, but only if you shut up, you're already sending him to an early grave.

EVERYONE STOP EATING AND TALKING. THE QUEEN HAS ARRIVED! Anyone else think its funny that Lorelai and Rory and Luke are ilke the mayors of Stars Hollow who know everything down to when the mailman's dog farts but nobody knows who Shane is, where she came from, who her family is, when she moved in, where she lives, how she ended up with Jess...ANYTHING? Nobody even seems to know her name? Silence from Miss Patty and Babette? Lane and Dean never informed Rory that Jess was never in school, that he supposedly pulled the fire alarm, stole 500 baseballs, etc etc. again, shouldn't Lane be absolutely losing her mind to spill this piping hot tea that Jess has been hooking up with some mysterious blond skankbag all summer? And Dean too, shouldn't he always be dying to tell Rory anything that would cast Jess in an unfavorable light and make her think less of him? What is with this town where they'll hold an emergency meeting because he drew on a sidewalk with some chalk but when he actually does something worth talking about, nobody wants to narc on him? They fear him, that's what it is. What is Shane's last name by the way? I made up a poll and asked you to decide on her last name and I'm currently awaiting the results, which I will use going forward.

Jess and Shane continue to give Rory Gilmore a sexual awakening so immense it could knock our fucking solar system out of alignment. That boom you just heard was Jupiter and Saturn crashing into one another from the sheer force of Rory Gilmore's quivering loins.

Tomatos Sign. I wonder how much money Jessica Kiper was paid to stick her tongue in Milo's mouth and say "Hey" and "Jess". Did she have to audition? I would do the job for free. I would keep screwing up just so the director could yell "Cut" and I could do as many takes as possible. Warner Brothers could own me for the rest of my life just for that opportunity.

Meow! All she did was say his name, lol. Someone's cranky. You know what would cure that bad mood? A good handjob from Shane (last name soon to be announced). This whole "no strings attached sexual gratification" deal that was seemingly dropped in his lap? Meh, whatever. He'll do it, but he'll be reading the entire time. Meanwhile, this is Dean waiting 5 years for Rory to put out:

(By the way, Mr. Mariano, don't ever tell a woman to "relax") Jess sighs and leaves in the middle of his shift (Lorelai should be proud), leaving his customers wondering where their pancakes are, to go have sex with Shane somewhere public and indecent, leaving Rory in their horny wake. Perhaps Jess has the intuition that the cold, clammy, looming hand of Celibacy (aka his own hand and a jumbo size bottle of lotion) will soon be upon him so he better seize these opportunities.

Love it when she says shit like this as if her boyfriend Dean Forrester is some fucking chatterbox (he'll grunt a few words as he's also a typical teenage boy like Jess and she'll go "That's So INTERESTING Dean! Do go on. I love you, little buttered croissant"), and also like she should actually expect Jess to talk around her when he knows she's going to pick on him even worse if he does have something to say.

Too late. That's hilarious- I forgot that Dean was about to show up just now and prove my point.

She's still wearing that stupid quarter on a string on her wrist. I will give this show credit for being very consistent with some of the small details like this. Every day for 2+ years straight, Alexis Bledel shows up at Wardrobe and they slap that thing on her wrist. That cup is HUGE.

Yeah. What? I could teach a comatose goldfish to say "I already ate breakfast." The hell is your point?

Oh god. It's that episode where Kirk and Lorelai go on a "Date". I do not remember how it goes but I'm gonna take a stab in the dark here and predict that it was sufficiently awkward. Honestly...Lorelai has done MUCH worse before and will continue to do much worse than Kirk. Mommy issues aside, Kirk has more redeeming qualities than Max or Crusty. Like, at least Kirk is ambitious. Lorelai is still only a few months removed from banging Crusty who wouldn't know the meaning of hard work if it bit him in the ass. I hope something bites Crusty in the ass. Like a rabid possum. Kirk...."Let's go out...In two weeks. I heard you have a cold. It takes two weeks for a virus to leave the immune system." He's also smart and would survive the pandemic. "You might be the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Outside of a filthy magazine."

It's the first day of senior year for Rory and our other Stars Hollow teens.

It's all downhill for Rory after high school.

Nobody tell her. L: I cannot go out with Kirk! R: Why not? L: He's Kirk! Poor Neurodivergent Kirk.

Fixed it.

i was about to say "What the what! Lorelai is actually pouring her own cereal?" but it's Rory wno's making her own breakfast and Lorelai is just pouring marshmallows into the bowl (who does that? That's not a thing. Here in The United States of America, there are already cereals that come with marshmallows). I mean, at least she's eating at home and "helping". Good for you for helping to feed to your chiild, Lorelai. Even if she's eschewing the (marginally) more healthy Raisin Bran in favor of Rice Krispies. I'm going to add a new feature to the ends of these posts: I call it: Things Googled While Watching GIlmore GIrls. Birthday Party Icons, How Old To Buy CIgarettes in Connecticut, Definition of Proclivities, How Many Words Can A Parrot Learn

[vinnoa-articles]

Undying Memory

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Rating: Anyone

Word count: 3,611

Type: Angst

Characters: reader (anyone), Trafalgar Law, Bepo, Heart Pirates

Trigger warnings/content: Spoilers! Death, illness, mourning, a lot of swearing, trauma

Note: The Heart Pirates live on a submarine called the Polar Tang. The crewmates are Law (captain and doctor), Bepo, Penguin, Jean Bart, Clione, Shachi, Ikkaku, Uni and Hakugan. Everyone is a human, except Bepo. Bepo is Law's favorite, as Bepo is a huge white polar bear that talks. Law has a huge soft spot for him. Corazon, is a person that strongly influenced Law's life. He was an adult figure that helped Law survive when he was young. Something to note!

“I would hate being flung in the ocean and not being able to swim. That would be the worst death,” Penguin smiled as he chewed on a small bread roll. “Thinking of it makes my skin crawl, you know? Especially with all the creatures in the deep.”

“Hm, thinking about how I would die is too stressful. Would rather live in the now, and when I go, I go. Living happily till the very end is my dream! I would hate knowing how or even when I would die, ya know? I think I would rather never know, what do you think, cap? Cap?” There was snapping of fingers, that brought back Law’s attention as he could smell a roll of bread being placed under his nose. “Man, besides, even if I die, I would never want to get a do over. I want others to move on and be happy, and carry on my memories with them!”

“Ugh!” Law flinched as he nearly tumbled out of his chair. The whole crew laughed, some smacking their hands on the table. “God I fucking hate bread, don’t you ever do that again.”

“Sure captain, it seems you are about to take a bite out of it,” both Uni and Y/N laughed, almost force feeding the bread to the captain. Law glared, as he put his hand out in front of him.

“Did you two want to switch bodies for a day? I would gladly make that happen for you two.” Uni and Y/N switched up their tone very quickly, laughing nervously with the threat against their souls.

“No no!” Uni scrambled to find the words. “We were just joking! R-right Y/N?”

“Yeah yeah! Besides, we knew how to get your attention. We have been asking for your opinion for a while now.” Y/N smiled as they finished their statement. Law raised his eyebrow, trying to remember what they just said.

“Which was…?” Waiting for one of his crewmates to answer his question.

“What is your reaction to dying? Or if you knew you were going to die?” Y/N stated nonchalantly, yet the crew members looked a little tense. Law sighed and placed his arms on the table, propping up his head with his right arm as he drummed his right hand’s fingers on the wooden table.

“I almost died once,” he stated. Looking down almost as he remembered Corazon, maybe he was supporting him in spirit somewhere. The Heart Pirates looked uncomfortable, not knowing if the captain was going to snap or was going to do something brash. Law looked at Y/N, to see they looked a little ashamed for asking.

“S…sorry captain. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright Y/N-ya,” his eyes trying to meet theirs to at least calm their nerves a little. Though it pained him to remember his past, it was something he should be able to talk about. “After the disease in my body nearly killed me, I ate this fruit. Seeing everyone die around me, made me lose hope.” His voice dipping a little lower, it stung, remembering his past. The amber lead poisoning on the island. Making everyone sick, his parents getting killed, his friends and people he was close to getting shot or dying in general. He wanted the whole world to burn. “I hated the world for its cruelness. The government hid that our island was mining something deadly, nearly and slowly killing everyone on the island. But…” Law glanced around at the crew to see what their reactions were. Bepo, Penguin, Jean Bart and Clione were on the brink of tears, as Shachi, Ikkaku, Uni and Hakugan glanced around at each other, unsure as to what to say or to do. Law sighed, and leaned back in his chair to ease the tension with his posture. “Guys, its fine. I am here right now aren’t I?” The crew slightly smiled, seeing as Law was usually tense, it seemed he was more relaxed. “Well, someone sacrificed their life for me, let's just say. And now, I have you guys. I don’t really want people to die if I can help it. If I am going to die though, I will fight with everything I got.”

“Captain!” Majority of his crew got up from the table to hug and pile on top of him. Ikkaku kind of shrugged but felt relieved. Why did he just reveal his feelings to everyone? It is not as if he doesn’t trust them, but rather it wasn’t really necessary.

“Ack, get off me!” Law squirming to get out of the hugs and rubbing up of his Heart Pirates, as he was trying to shove them off. “I was just saying my opinion god dammit!” The whole crew started to laugh, even the new recruit, Y/N.

Their smile was everything, the adventures that they went on with him was what made him chuckle. He had to admit, he didn’t want to show his vulnerable side with anyone, yet he somehow did with them. This warm aura emanated whenever they danced, talked with Bepo, and navigated the seas with Penguin. Nothing really could stop this crew, this feeling should never end.

Right?

“Captain!” Uni came up to salut, “I don’t really see a need to be on this island.” Law rolled his eyes, his sword slung over his shoulder. Bepo’s feet running far ahead of Law just to find the delicious fruit on the island.

“Don’t you see that we have to explore this place?” Law nearly shouted in his crewmate’s face. “Besides, Bepo, Y/N-ya and Jean Bart wanted to see if there are any supplies we could nab.” Y/N picked up a dainty blue flower, dragging their fingers across the stem and hissing from the texture. Law only saw their reaction and shook their head.

“Here ya go cap! It matches your pants!” Teasing them on their fashion, but Law gently held the flower by the sepal, seeing the stem having speckled yellow and black spots made him weary. However, it was from a crewmate and he had never seen this flower before so of course he tucked it in his back pocket.

“Woohoo! Fruit!” The fluffy white bear ran as far as everyone could see.

“No wait! Lemme come with!” Y/N grasping onto the bear to ride on Bepo’s back. A trail of dust following their pathway. “Come on guys!” Y/N was shouting with such excitement, it put the rest of the crew’s mind at ease. Law shook his head a little, but sighed as the whole crew had not had any fun in a very long time anyway. This little island of paradise was just what they needed.

“Well, I am going to get back on the ship to brush up on some research. If you see any herbs or roots, grab some for me will ya? I need to make some medicine anyway in case anything happens.” Law thinking that anything could happen on the seas. Other than pirates, there are animals, food, plants, alloys, and many more things that could come their way. 

“But captain, I don’t really know what to really grab,” Uni said, scratching his head to relieve the stress of the request he just heard. Law grumbled, but it was true, only he really knew what he truly needed at the end. He might as well grab it himself.

“Alright alright, keep an eye on the sub ‘aight? I’ll be back in about an hour,” he said, trying not to show a bit of annoyance in his voice. Law shook his head, this was his time to enjoy some time away from the loud crew. The weeds and brush were thick, the trunks of trees were a subdued brown, as the leaves rustled above his head, grazing his white leopard print hat. His backpack hanging off his left shoulder, gently hitting his back in rhythm as he continued to walk around the island. Plenty of herbs were found right near the shore, along with some poisonous ones that he made sure to use his abilities to transport them back onto the ship. Using his powers for something so small was a waste, but it was easier than walking back and forth to the ship. He knelt down to grab a flower similar to the one Y/N handed to him but it had orange petals instead of blue, it was small and thin, before he touched it there were fine spikes on the stem. Using his Ope-Ope fruit powers, he transported it quickly into his backpack as he was a little far to use his powers to bring them back onto the ship.

“...tain…cap…captain!”

“Hm?” Law’s head turned to the direction of a huge boulder, there was something coming. What is that? Bringing his sword to his hip, he was ready to fight in case. It was big, it was coming towards him. It was-

“Captain! It’s…it’s-” Bepo was in severe distress, his eyes full of worry and tears running down his face. Within his paws, was something. He couldn’t see exactly what it was, but he had to make sure. “It’s Y/N…they are sick!”

“What?” Almost dropping his sword, he ran towards Bepo and Y/N in his arms. Their eyes were rolled into the back of their head, they were shaking and jerking around as if possessed. “We need to get onto the sub, now,” starting to run back to the shore. Bepo’s cries were loud, followed by a few sniffles.

“Captain, I am so sorry! I should have-”

“Don’t worry about that right now, we need to get them on the ship now!” There was no time, Y/N was just fine not even an hour ago and now they looked like they were on the brink of becoming a zombie. “Shit, stay with us.”

“Oi, oi, oi! Stay with us!” Law gently checks Y/N’s eyes for at least some response on his ship. Shaking them, then checking their pulse to see if there were any clear symptoms of what it could be. “What the hell happened?!” Panic set in, as Y/N was shaking violently, jerking around on the bed and fighting the restraints.

“I don’t know! We ran around, then we ate some fruit, then ate some fresh sea urchin, and then they fainted into the water,” the frantic polar bear helping Law strap in Y/N’s legs to prevent them from kicking around.

“Shit, Bepo, tell the rest of the crew to not step foot on that island until I say so. Understand? Tell them not to come in here either!” With hesitation and disappointment, Bepo nodded and ran out of the medical room to warn the others. “Dammit, stay with me here,” Law glanced around for his stethoscope, putting it on to hear Y/N’s heartbeat. It was beating insanely fast, then slow, then back up too fast. There was no way of knowing what happened, maybe he could guess, but there was no time. “Ugh fuck!” Law was sweating, there was no way he was going to let someone die on his watch, not this time.

“Boss!” Bepo bursted in, nearly making Law fall from stress and panic. “This was on my clothes right near where Y/N was grabbing onto!” Bepo showed in his big paw, a recognizable flower with orange petals with some spikes missing on one side of the stem. There were no allergies that Y/N had, that at least he knew of. Even when they had a reaction, Law was able to give them a quick antidote and they were full of smiles and laughter moments later. His eyes grew wide, pointing at a table nearby, if it was any other flower that he had made medicine from, this had to work.

“That has got to be it. It doesn’t seem to penetrate your skin or work on animals,” saying it quickly as his mind was turning gears. “Bepo, crush the flower and add the herb from the green vial, only 10 grams of it okay? Then the one with the purple and red label, put a small amount in, do 3 grams, it's very potent.” Commanding the poor bear with such a stressful task, as the animal trembled.

“But captain-”

“Please, I trust you. I know you’ll do it fine. Just breathe and focus. There are scales near there, and once you crush it up, add some water and hand it to me please,” nodding to instill some confidence in the bear. Bepo gritted his teeth and nodded, he understood and got to work. Carefully measured with his big paw as best he can, the sounds of the mortar and pestle crushing the herbs and the flower against the rock slowly become small rattles. On Law’s end, Y/N’s whites started to turn blue, it was nothing Law had ever seen before. “Shit…please,” pressing his palm against their forehead. It was getting hot, then icy cold, back to hot again. This was nothing he had ever witnessed. The image of his family and friends flashed before his eyes, along with Corazon. “Fuck, please stay awake for me.” There was a quick tap on his shoulder, and the bear presented a purple hued soup like liquid in the mortar. Law pried open Y/N’s blue lips to signal to his crewmate to force feed it to the sick patient. After nearly spilling it all over, they got the majority of it in their mouth, and Law forced their jaw close and held it. There was a gulp sound, then silence. Their movements were still violent, but their heartbeat he could feel through his fingertips were becoming more even. A minute or two later, the whites of their eyes slowly started to turn from blue to more of a gray tone, their movements slowing down until there was nothing. It was tense, the silence and the lack of movement. Their eyes fluttered shut, but back open again. Their pupils darted around to grasp the situation.

“Cap?” They gasped out. A sigh of relief was forced out of Law and Bepo’s throat. They had been holding their breath to see if it had worked. It had, so far. Law tried to get some of something out, a sentence, a word, a sound even. His hands grasped at air, leaning closer and closer. It felt like an eon passed, when did he feel this worried; this sad? When he rescued Bepo? Jean Bart? There was warmth in his arms, hugging Y/N, welcoming them back to the light. “Erm…I…well,” they were unsure. Patting Law’s arm, their tears welling up and spilling over their cheeks. They were scared of what happened, “fuck, Law. I was so scared.” Law buried his face into Y/N’s shoulder. It’s been awhile since he felt his heart ache towards someone, being unable to do anything when he couldn’t control the situation.

“It’s okay now. It’s okay, you are safe.” Bepo already knew how the captain was, he knew Law was hiding his tears. Trying to be strong himself. “Just rest for now, I can tell the others that you are alright.” The soft tickling of their hair tickled his nose, raising his head to look behind Y/N. He could not look at their face, their puffy faced scared look. “Stay right here okay? I’ll get you some tea from the kitchen personally. Your favorite aight, Y/N-ya?” Y/N lied down, but quickly grasped his shirt, so weakly that he could see the fabric slipping out of their fingers.

“Y…yeah, Law…I still feel weak, and as if I can’t breathe,” weakly smiling. “It doesn’t hurt as much though!” Coughing a little, their eyes still a grayish hue, their face still pink from their crying session they just had. “I was so scared to die, I really would not be ready to die right now. Ironic that we talked about that at the table, huh? Would hate for my last moments to be just crying right?” Everyone in the room chuckled, as Law ruffled Y/N’s hair. “I feel a little numb though, but other than that I don’t feel pain.”

“Alright, well Bepo will keep an eye on you as I grab the tea, alright?” There was a hum in understanding from the patient. Their eyes closed, as their breathing was labored. “Okay, Bepo,” turning to face Bepo, “keep an eye on them. ‘Alright?” The bear saluted, and stood up next to Y/N, making sure that he was following every little order since it was a special recovery. Law turned around on his heels and walked out of the room, gently closing the door. There was a lot on his mind, that stupid flower, the panic of his crewmate getting insanely sick, thinking of all those things as he grabbed the bag of tea and started to walk back. The door made small screeches from the hinges, his head hung low to hide his smile under his hat.

“Boss!” Bepo’s voice was loud, clear, shrill even. “They-...they…AH!” Looking up, to see that Y/N was no longer breathing, their cheeks shining from their tears. 

“Oi! What happened?”

“I- I don’t know! You left and they said something and I could smell that they passed. I don’t-” The bear was frantic. There was no way, just a mere seconds, they passed on the bed. No way in his mind. He had everything, he at least thought the remedy would work. Law could use his powers to revive this crewmate back in exchange for his own life. “Law don’t! They wouldn’t want you to do it!”

“Fuck! Fucking dammit! Why? Why is life so cruel?!” The doctor’s hands slamming down on the bed, then knocking over his equipment. There was anger, frustration, sadness, and hatred in his veins. “Please tell me I didn’t fuck up! Please…” There was the sound of sobs, metal clanging from the instruments hitting the floor. He felt something in his pocket, and he pulled it out, revealing the flower that was given to him. “Ouch!” His fingers were pricked by the stem, as he could feel his body jolt in pain. “Bepo!” Plucking two petals from the flower, “fuck, I need you to do the same shit that you just did-”

“Captain, what do you-”

“Listen to me!” Law’s voice started to get sharp, gasping for air in his lungs. His blood felt like needles in his limbs. “I…fuck,” Bepo could see what was going on. It was all too familiar, the sight of his captain falling into the same symptoms as someone else that met their demise in the room they were sitting in. Without hesitation, the bear got to work, feeling more comfortable with what he just did, making the soup but the color was different. The oil slick liquid looked like magic, a magical liquor almost. “Ack!” Fuck, he could feel himself withering away, the numbness, the pain, his thoughts were slowly turning into nothingness.

“Captain?”

“Huh?” Law woke up, lying in his quarters, with a rag on his forehead. Moving his hands and feet, it must have been a dream. All of his crewmates around him, worried, hovering above his bed frame. They nearly all pounced him, until he said one thing. “Where is Y/N?” A hush, a sudden stop to all noise. “They are okay, right?”

“Captain, they passed away…” Jean Bart spoke up. There was no way it did happen.

“Shit! No!” Law getting up from his bed and running down the corridor, he did not care if he had to see their face. It was a crewmate that brought smiles upon the Polar Tang. There was something that needed to be said. Slamming open the door, he saw the body, yet there were flowers popping up from where their heart was. The room smelled fragrant of both death and yet floral. As if a funeral had happened on the ship. Grasping Y/N’s small wrist, he knew that they were long gone…two weeks in fact. He had been out for two weeks, the remedy worked on him, yet he fed a poison to someone else, rapidly speeding up the process of their end. His cries were heard all across the submarine. This was the only time he could show his weakness. The only time that he had wished he told them, deep down, admitting finally that he loved him. The joy they brought, the stupid arguments, the moments he was saved when he fell into the sea, when they force fed him bread, and many more moments.

“Captain, I know you miss them, but I think they still would be happy for you,” Uni stated as Law glanced out of the window. “Besides, we fulfilled their dream of just having a fun time, all the way till the end!”

“Yeah…I know,” thinking about this moment, this fuck up that had happened a year ago. Reminiscing on their words. “So, you want us to be happy, and carry on your memories with us, huh?” His crewmate looked at him confused, trying to understand what he just said. Seeing that his crewmate was lost, Law sighed then smiled a little. “Oi, we can’t be sulking around! We have to continue. Besides, Y/N would not want that for us right?” Getting up from the table, nearly knocking over a vase on his desk. “Shit”, his hand standing up the vase that held an all too familiar flower, the one that sprouted upon the crew’s heart. “We will be back, Y/N. Promise.”

[nonuggetshere]

I loved reading all of that. It's so funny how PK's sibs, and at points his dame, tease him. I love it so much 😆

It also got me thinking.

Would it be possible, in another AU (maybe like wayward royals or somewhere waaaaayyy down in FAaF), for Flower them to run into WLs Father. Or, maybe Flower gets separated and meets him by accident. Would he realize their kin or just see him as a territorial threat?

THANK YOU it's one of my favourites, writing family dynamics is so entertaining

AND FUNNY YOU MENTION THAT because I actually have an AU where they meet both of their grandparents! But first, some info about Quercus, then more info about the AU itself

This is gonna get super rambly bc I'm copy-pasting mine and Integrity's messages from discord

His name is Quercus and he is old as balls

He had Amanita when he was very very old too and these two were particularly close because she was the only surviving seedling. She's never seen his persona face to face but they talked a lot and he took great care of her (I think I already mentioned how roots grow up and how he's like with his children)

The kingdom he resides in is quite literally built around, on and into his giant ancient root body. He hasn't fully abandoned his former form like his daughter had and resides in a sort of in-between, which roots can do. His smaller form is connected to his body and is more residual from ages long past when he used to properly rule the kingdom. Now he's retreated from this role and many of the kingdom's peoples don't even realise that the higher being whose body they live in is still alive

He keeps his body beneath the ground, in a chamber he dug amongst his roots, where he mostly resides in and feeds on any poor schmuck that decides to venture into (and get lost in) the twisting, long tunnels amongst his roots

It's been a long time since he's communicated with anyone face to face, which he doesn't mind, roots aren't particularly social and are quite literally built to remain stationary with very little outside stimuli for a very long time

A mortal would have probably go insane if they spent their human lifespan's equivalent in isolation like he did but he's quite literally built different

And when I say ancient I mean ANCIENT

When he had Amanita he probably would be like the human equivalent of a 110 year old

But roots don't die of old age and he's strong and healthy so he's still kicking

The few AUs where he and Adamas meet they do NOT get along its actually so funny

Worsties in law

SO THE AU

I've mentioned that higher beings in my AU have the ability to sense who is their kin and it's especially strong in rootfolk, it's needed considering how they reproduce to avoid inbreeding

LONG story short, Flower needed a fucking break from Everything, ended up getting lost, ended up chancing upon their grandma and almost got their ass beaten by her before she realised they're her kin, after they left she had a bad feeling and decided to follow to keep an eye on them, they arrived at their grandfather's former kingdom and decided hey checking out these tunnels that supposedly nobody came out of alive would be a good idea, Adamas obviously sensed this ancient god in there and followed to keep Flower's dumb ass safe, bullshit ensues when she interrupts him excitedly introducing himself to the first grandkid he's ever met and asking about his daughter

And the two get into a massive argument. Because it just didn't occur to them that their children could EVER end up together

And Flower can't get a word in to explain

Adamas might not be a god but she's so willing to square up against one about this, Flower is HER kin so you can go fuck yourself you overgrown carrot

Flower: Fucking hell, now I get why my parents are Like That

Quercus: they’re clearly a root!

Adamas: they’re clearly a wyrm!

Flower: I—

Adamas: where’s their vines and roots and flowers than Hm? You’ve gone mad in old age

Flower: hey guys—

Quercus: Bold words from a mortal

Adamas: I might not be a god but I still don't mind kicking the ass of one!

Flower: OKAY! Alright! Enough fighting! Here's a wild idea; I am both of yours grandchild

Quercus: ...No

Adamas: Impossible

Quercus: Why would any of my children lower their standards so much as to take something as beastly as a wyrm for a partner?

Adamas, bristling: What could a root even provide for any of my clutches, besides sustenance after ripping into one? You're all soft, lazy pushovers

Flower: Fucking hell–

Flower: what if I ditched you both and left. What then. What if just leave

They just. Ditch their grandparents but of course Adamas goes to hunt them down

Adamas: Didn't your sire and dame teach you it's rude to sneak away like that?

Flower: I didn't sneak away, I even said goodbye, you were just too preoccupied with tour squabbles. Why do you keep following me anyways?

Adamas: It's not often I get to meet my grandchildren, let alone one's so careless or stupid enough to not only wander into another wyrm's densite but to also march into an ancient, hungry God's open maw. Somebody has to teach you self preservation because clearly whichever of my children had you failed at that

Flower: Oh, joy...

Adamas: …which one was it anyways?

Flower, who doesn’t even know PK or WL’s name: ….. the pale short one?

Adamas, also pale and kind of short: .......Do you have any idea how little that narrows it down?

Adamas, starting to list names:

Flower: I don’t know his name

Adamas: ??????????

Adamas: Are you serious?

Flower: ...Does the Pale King of Hallownest ring a bell?

Adamas: You only know him by his title?

Flower: It's a long story, don't dodge the question

Adamas: I suppose I've heard of him, wyrm kingdoms aren't that common nowadays- isn't he a god? One of my children is an actual god?

Flower: Wh- how did you hear of him but never realised he was your son? You have no right to judge me holy shit

Adamas: So it's decided, I'm going back to Hallownest with you and beating your parent's ass

Flower: HUH WHAT

Adamas: Fucker can't teach you how to take care of yourself and makes you use their title, I'm setting their ass straight if that's the last thing I do

Flower: WHO'S DECIDING THIS WE DIDN'T DECIDE SHIT I DO NOT AGREE TO THIS

SORRY GOT OFF TOPIC

Point is, Quercus would recognise Flower (and any other grandkid) and would ADORE them, especially if he knew they came from his little princess. But PK and his part of the family? Yeah uh. The old man does Not like nor approve of them

I think the only thing Adamas and Quercus would agree on is that Flower's parents kind of suck

Especially if they find out about the whole vessel thing

[randomleafoflove]

God damn, studying after a decade of depression is really feeding my imagination.

Here we have a Modern college AU (which I hate), in which Shen Jiu and Luo Bingge were switched at birth, so the Bingge grew up as Shen Yuan’s very overprotective brother, and Shen Jiu as Luo Bingmei’s very acerbic and argumentative brother.

This prolog is from Shang Qinghua’s POV, and I doubt I’ll ever write more of this.

-

Another new student processed, another folder filed.

God, why couldn’t the student offices digitize already!

Shang Hua was on the brink of despair, and wondered if it was worth keeping this job. He could make more money writing porn! And it would be less stressful!

But no, it was just another year until he graduated, and could find a cubby hole of his own in the corporate hell, doing accounting and wait for the inevitable program that could do the job better and faster than any human. If he was smart, he could have some savings by then, and then be able to write to his heart’s content.

“- fucking psychology?! You’ll fit in with every other neurotic narcissist in you classes-“

Shang Hua heaved a deep sigh and plastered on his customer-service smile as he looked up. And up. The two freshmen were tall, though the curly haired one was even taller than his companion. Non-curly was sneering at his companion, his long, oval face would have been lovely if he’d had any other expression. Curly, on the other hand, was in the middle of an angry rant, and he too, was unfairly attractive, if much more Shang Hua’s type with big muscles and well-defined jaw.

“Oh? Then you’ll fit in with the budding criminals in business courses,” non-curly snapped back, before turning to Shang Hua. “I’m Su Jiuhe, I need my room key and student ID.”

“Su Binghe, same.”

Brothers, huh? One couldn’t tell at all, thought Shang Hua as he fetched the correctly labeled folders. “I’ll need to see some ID before giving these to you,” he told the frostily silent brothers and was presented with two brand spanking new driver’s licenses. “Thank you. Now, if you could fill in the paperwork and sign at the end, you’ll be all done. There are some chairs over there if you want.”

Curly, Su Binghe, headed for the chairs, while non-curly, Su Jiuhe, stayed at the counter. Shang Hua wanted to reach for his phone for something to do, but he could feel Su Jiuhe judging him and his faded graphic t-shirt, so he just sat there in his swirly chair, leg bouncing.

The brothers filled their paperwork in silence, and listened as Shang Hua gave a quick reminder on how the electric student ID could be used. As they left, they started their fight up again, before even exiting the lobby.

‘*’*’*’*’*’*’*’

A few days later, the pair walked back in.

Except… curly’s hair was a little longer, more of a Jon Snow look than the Robb Stark from before. And non-culry was smiling and thanked curly as he held a door open.

“- wait for the classes! I wonder how many courses I can take? So many things affect literature, history, psychology, gender of both reader and writer!”

“Don’t forget politics and even laws,” curly said, smiling as he followed.

“Point. The list of banned books is always fascinating!”

“Hello! I’m Shen Bing, this is my brother Shen Yuan,” the Su Binghe doppelgänger said with a sunny smile. “Can we have our dorm keys and student IDs, please!”

Numbly Shang Hua got the requested files. He wasn’t paid enough for this. Someone somewhere managed a baby switch with two sets of twins, and now they were all four at Tsinghua University. If this was real life, no one, absolutely no one, could call his stories unrealistic.

But now he was also… kind of intrigued. What would happen now? Would the twins ever meet? Was there going to be some kind of Parent-trap-esq identity shenanigans in the future?

His porn writing imagination took flight. What if one pair of curly and non-curly met and started dating? It wouldn’t be incest, but still tickle that same thirst, fucking someone identical to the person one grew up with as brothers.

His mind filled with dirty possibilities, Shang Hua rummaged through his bag as the Shen brothers did their paperwork, and finally pulled out one of his banged up notebooks. No way in hell was he writing porn on the student office reception computer, that was asking for trouble.

[ryttu3k]

Astarion, Wyll, and Shart for the chara meme? :3c

[send me a character]

Under the cut! Spoilers for all three of their arcs.

Astarion

First impression: …tragically, it was "oh hey, he's the dude that fucked a bear." That was where I first learned of BG3. It was… memorable.

Impression now: My baby. What a shitbag. Needs a hug and possibly a slap upside the head. Meet me in the pit, Cazador. Blorbo of the year.

Favourite moment: Discovering the dungeons in Cazador's palace. Dude's going through the first four stages of grief all at the same time and Neil Newbon sells it. …That, or, "W~ell, apPARently there's a limit. Somewhere between a ~nice summer's day~ and the fuLL CONCENTRATED POWER OF THE SUN! *deep breath* [Astarion disapproves]"

Idea for a story: I have a whole list of the fuckers, but one I've been tentatively noodling at is an AU where a god does, in fact, answer him. Namely, Lathander. By the time he meets the rest of the Tadfools, he's been a Cleric of Lathander for about a century, and, yes, is also a vampire spawn. It's okay he and Lathander have an understanding.

Unpopular opinion: He was a Sun Elf. I know they're rare I know he's almost certainly a Moon Elf based on his hair colour and living in Baldur's Gate but I will die on this hill that he was a freckled, gold-eyed Sun Elf for the tragedy, okay. Ties in with the above story idea, too. He just loves the sun 😭

Favourite relationship: I have five OTPs for this jerk. Five.

Favourite headcanon: He's going to discover a talent for creativity and crafting. Embroidery and making perfumes and fragrances, yes, but also he's going to get quite into sketching, origami, all sorts of stuff. Post-game, he'd totally have a craft room.

Wyll

First impression: Designated hero, probably would be the main character without a Tav/Durge.

Impression now: Designated hero, probably would be the main character without a Tav/Durge, complete with all the complexity and fucked-up-ness (positive) that implies <3 He's still very much A Hero but he's definitely more complicated than just A Hero.

Favourite moment: Meeting Karlach face to face and realising Mizora has deceived him. He knows he's going to have to defy her and he's goddamn terrified but he barely even hesitates to do the right thing and keep Karlach safe.

Idea for a story: Ooh man I have one bobbing around about Wyll seeing Astarion's scars and realising he recognises them. Inspiration for wanting to save people, versus the helplessness of being all of sixteen years old at the time.

Unpopular opinion: Honestly I still go back and forward between reconciling with his father. On the one hand, I like seeing them move on and heal. On the other hand, he was seventeen years old Ulder you absolute fuck.

Favourite relationship: With Karlach. Probably due to design since their stories are interwoven, but I love how they just go from like… him being dedicated to killing her, to being so ride or die for each other that Wyll is willing to go to the Hells for her - and that Karlach is willing to go back somewhere she's said she'd rather die to return to, solely because Wyll promises he'll be there with her 🥺

Favourite headcanon: While chatting idly to Volo in the Elfsong, he learns Volo has that prosthetic eye handy. After breaking the pact with Mizora, Wyll approaches Volo and asks if… maybe he could have it, and replaces the stone Sending Stone eye with the Ersatz Eye instead. It's a hell of a relief.

Shadowheart

First impression: The Mean Girl tbh

Impression now: She is baby. Let her grow night orchids and feed pocket mice.

Favourite moment: Reunion with her parents ;_; I goddamn cried. Let her make her own choice and she let them go; when I do a Shadowheart Origin run she's going to choose them to survive and will get so many hugs.

Idea for a story: Got a silly little slice of life thing about getting frustrated at her hair getting tangled so easily in the wilderness, and Halsin teaching her some herblore for hair care. Alternatively, swimming lessons!

Unpopular opinion: Not sure if it's unpopular, but I find her the most unlikeable character in act 1 and a lot of act 2. I know a lot of it is her upbringing, and there are moments of sweetness (like with the night orchid), but otherwise she just kind of annoys me.

Favourite relationship: With Lae'zel. They instantly and immediately clash. They're also extremely similar, in that they both grew up in cult-like surrounds led by dangerous figures, and have to learn to find their own paths after breaking away from those surrounds in absolutely heart-wrenching circumstances. I think once they realise that, they'll start to develop a ridiculously close bond.

Favourite headcanon: She tended to avoid the full moon just because of its association with Selune. The first time she intentionally sits and communes with the moon at night, it'll trigger her first transformation going Full Werewolf and she will be quite surprised.