#both my mom and dad do but my dad does it in an 'underestimating' me way and my mom does it in a 'tries to overly coddle me' way

[radiotorn]

having to restrain from saying anything when my dad dares to say that men get paid LESS than women. in what world. are you out of your fucking mind old man.

[harringtonstilinski]

Lover - Stiles Stilinski (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 5,141 Warnings: tiniest bit of angst, fluff, Smut: no | yes; protected piv (i'll always do this), praise, oral (f receiving), slight overstimulation, slight dirty talk, slight moment of doggy style, squirting, Requested: Yes. I hope this meets your expectations, and I'm so sorry it took me forever to get this out!! A/N: Hi, friends! We got another Stiles fic, and we're getting nasty!! I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Stiles Stilinski. Your twin brother’s best friend. The guy you’ve had a crush on for forever. He’s had feelings for you, as well, but chose not to act on it. He masked it with a crush on Lydia and then dated Malia. It made you sad seeing him and Malia kissing and all that, and in turn… it hurt him. 

It hurt him because his best friend’s feelings got hurt on his account. So, he decided then that he didn’t want to be with Malia anymore if it was making his best friend hurt. Of course, Malia wasn’t too thrilled that he was putting his best friend over his girlfriend, but in time, she came to understand… plus, she had mad feelings for someone else.

Stiles had stood on your doorstep, waiting for you to come down after your mom had answered the door. With tear stricken cheeks, you had stood in front of your best friend, listening to him explain everything before giving him the biggest hug.

“You didn’t have to break up with her, though,” you had said.

“Eh, she had feelings for someone else, anyway,” he replied.

Looking at each other, you both smiled and said Theo’s name at the same, laughing at the fact that you both were completely in sync.

That was three months ago.

Today, you, Scott and Stiles were standing in the living room of your first ever college apartment, looking around at the furniture that your mom and Stiles’ dad brought up. They stayed until the bedrooms were a little bit put together, the living room furniture was up, and most of the pizza was eaten.

With a big smile on your face, you stretched your arms out, saying, “Can you freaking believe it?! Our own apartment!”

The boys chuckled, adjusting their ballcaps. 

Slapping your hands on the other part of your thighs, your smile fell. “You aren’t excited? We’re gonna be living without our parents for the first time in our lives!” At seeing their eyebrows meeting their hairlines, you sighed loudly. “Okay, fine. Don’t be excited. I am gonna get a slice of pizza and head to my new bedroom to be excited… alone!”  

You heard chuckles behind you as you closed your new bedroom door. Leaning against it, you sighed to yourself. Sure, you saw yourself living with Stiles and Scott, but… more so Stiles… alone… as a couple.

Scott and Stiles had sat down on the couch, TV turned on to the latest Mets game for Stiles. He looked towards the hallway where the bedrooms were, quietly releasing the deep breath he had taken.

“Don’t worry,” Scott said. “She’ll come around.” Looking back at his best friend, Stiles replied, “What are you talking about?”

Chuckling, Scott threw his head back before looking at Stiles to say, “I can smell the chemosignals all over the both of you. I don’t see why you never asked her out.”

“Uhm, because she’s your sister and I didn’t want you to kick my ass,” Stiles spoke. “Plus, I know for a fact she doesn’t like me like that.”

“How do you know?”

“Because all she does is talk about some guy in our class and how happy he makes her.” Stiles looked down at his lap, messing with his fingers. “She’ll never see me as anything but her twin’s best friend.”

Without missing a beat, Scott replied, “You underestimate her too much.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked, looking at this best friend, eyebrows drawn together.

“I can literally smell the chemosignals on the two of you. It’s quite annoying, actually.”

Sighing, Stiles tilted his back on the couch. “What should I do then?”

“I don’t know,” Scott said. “Maybe talk to her? You never know what she’s thinking unless you actually have a fucking conversation with her.” He looked over at his best friend before sighing. “Look, I know she’s my sister, and I’m okay with the two of you pursuing… whatever. Just make sure that I’m your best man at the wedding. And… take it slow.”

All Stiles could do was nod his head and look back towards the hallway, not knowing that you were sitting at your door, listening to every word that was said between your brother… and your crush.

~~~

“Stiles, quit.” Silence for a moment. “Stiles. Quit.” Another moment of silence. “Stiles!”

“What’s going on?” Scott asked.

“Stiles won’t quit messing with me,” you said, typing on your laptop. “I’m trying to focus on my work and he won’t quit doing one of two things; poking me or throwing popcorn.”

“What are you? Five?” Scott asked.

You looked at your twin, softly smirking at the death stare he was giving his best friend. “Would you quit fucking messing with her? She’s got a paper due tomorrow.”

Stiles looked at you, eyes narrowed as you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re such a child.”

“You’re the one who won’t leave me alone!” you exclaimed. “Don’t you have your own work to do for your classes?”

Leaning back, he tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Finished it all.”

“Uh-huh. And what about your criminal justice class?” you asked, an eyebrow cocked.

All movement from Stiles stopped as he quickly thought about it, jumping up from his seat, spilling all the popcorn from the bowl he had in his lap onto the floor in his haste to get into his room to finish his homework.

You looked at Scott, as he slowly looked over his shoulder at you before the two of you couldn’t control your laughter. At the sound of Stiles’ voice yelling at the two of you to shut up caused your laughter to come out even harder, the spazz smiling to himself at hearing the one sound he loved more than anything; your laugh.

~~~

Papers were all over the table, your third cup of coffee almost empty, empty take out containers where papers weren’t, a loud sigh coming from one of you every few minutes. Finals were in a few days, so the three of you were studying your asses off, needing to pass these finals before the Spring semester.

You went to take another sip of your coffee before you realized the cup was empty. Groaning, you got up from the table, looking at your brother and best friend. “You guys good on coffee or do you need more?”

At the same time, Scott and Stiles looked into their cups, Scott holding his up. “I’ll take another cup.”

Reaching for his cup, you took it from his hand, looking over at Stiles, who was already making to stand. He looked at you and nodded with his head in the direction of the kitchen. “Your hands would be full. Come on.”

You watched his back as he retreated the few feet to the kitchen, your feet moving when he looked back at you, the coffee pot in hand. Once you were by his side, you looked at the pot, grimacing, “I need to make more.”

“I got it,” he said, already moving to pour the rest of the coffee into your cup.

You couldn’t help but look at his profile as he moved, the tension in your body almost becoming apparent. A throat clearing had you looking at Scott, his lip up in disgust the smallest bit. What you didn’t notice was Stiles turning his head over his shoulder to look at his best friend before putting his eyes back down on you, letting the moment take over as he leaned in a little closer.

Your mouth dropped open, forgetting for a moment Scott was sitting in the next room. He shook his head, looking back down at his papers, going back to studying. Sighing to yourself, you looked back at Stiles, seeing his eyes already on you. But what shocked you about looking back at him was the fact that he was so close to you, your lips almost brushed together.

Taking a shaky breath, you closed your eyes, not wanting this to be the moment you finally kissed Stiles. You watched each other for a moment, eyes dancing between the others eyes and lips before you closed your eyes, readying yourself.

Stiles was more than ready to be with you, but because of Scott, he didn’t want to do that to his best friend by dating his sister. It didn’t matter that Scott basically gave him the okay to date you. Stiles felt that he would be, almost betraying Scott by being with you.

The moment you were waiting for never came, however, as Stiles had moved back to his seat, going back to studying. As he sat down, he mentally beat himself up about not kissing you. You cleared your throat, turning to walk to your room, where you pressed your back to your door and slid to the floor, trying to control your breathing.

~~~

“This is the stupidest movie I’ve ever seen.” “It’s not stupid.”

“Yes, it is.”

“How?”

Stiles looked at you as you challenged him, your brows raised. He sighed and said, “It’s about a ship sinking!”

“It’s more than just about the ship,” you said. “Titanic is a classic! It’s a love story while also being about the sinking of the ship.”

“I know what it’s about,” Stiles deadpanned. “You’ve made me watch it a million times. I don’t want to watch a movie about a sinking ship. I’d rather watch–”

“I’m not watching Star Wars,” you interrupted.

“Star Wars is a classic!” he exclaimed. “More of a classic than Titanic.”

Looking from him back to the television, you raised a brow and said defiantly, “We’re finishing this movie.”

“No.”

“Then go in your room and watch your stupid movie while I watch mine.”

“So, you admit that this movie is stupid.”

“No! I’m admitting anything because it’s not.”

“But you just said–”

“I was talking about Star Wars.”

Smirking, Stiles said, “Yeah, sure,” before lightly shoving you. “I’m just messing with you.”

Shoving his hand from your shoulder, you mumbled to yourself, eyes back on the television in front of you. A few moments later, you jumped a little to your left, swatting Stiles’ hand away. “Stiles, quit.” Another light poke to your side as you tried not to smile. “Stiles, please.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re worse than Scott,” you said, screaming at the end when Stiles full on started a tickle attack on your sides. “Please!! Stop!! Stiles!!”

The smile on his face grew from ear to ear, Stiles loving the way you laughed when you were amused, especially in this moment. Since the two of you were sitting up against the back of the couch, he had pulled you into him, his fingers never stopping their attack.

“Stiles, please stop, it hurts!!” you said, your laughter dying out. 

He made quick to stop his attack on your sides, your head laying on his shoulder. You closed your eyes, sighing before you opened your eyes again, tilting your head back to look at him, the angle giving you sight of his chin.

Stiles tilted his head down, causing you to laugh a little. “What?” he asked.

Reaching up, you poked under his chin. “That gave you a double chin.”

He gently grabbed your hand, bringing the palm of your hand to his lips, the movement causing your breath to hitch. Locking eyes with you again, Stiles knew that he wanted this moment to be the one he kissed you. 

The moment, however, was interrupted by the deadbolt on the door unlocking, Scott walking through not a moment later. 

You glared at your brother, sending a death stare as you stood up. “You’re a fucking moment ruiner, you know that!” You walked to your room, slamming your door shut, falling face first onto your mattress, your muffled groans reaching Scott’s ears as he stood in the living room with Stiles still sitting on the couch, hands on his face.

“What happened?” Scott asked, confused. 

Sighing loudly, Stiles wiped his hands down his face, resting his hands on his thighs. “I think we were about to kiss and then you walked in.”

“Really?” Scott’s tone was almost one of… incredulity. “You were really about to kiss her?”

With an exasperated sigh, Stiles stood to look at his best friend. “Yes, Scott. I was. A perfect moment ruined.”

“Don’t let me ruin it,” Scott said, calmly. He knew exactly what was going on with the two of you. “Just snatch her up before someone else does.”

~~~

Finals were finally done, and you couldn’t be more than happy at that fact. You were laying on your couch, almost asleep when a knock was heard on the apartment door. Groaning, you got up to answer it, opening the door to see none-other than Malia standing on the other side, a smile on her face. 

“Hey,” she said, trying to look in your apartment. “Is Stiles here?”

“No, he’s out celebrating with Scott,” you replied. “Why?”

The look she gave you almost stunned you. She was looking at you like you should’ve known why she was there. “Because we have a date? He was supposed to come pick me up, but called me and said to wait here for him.”

“Yeah, he’s not here, sorry. Plus you guys broke up, sorry, bye!” you rushed out, closing the door in her face. Leaning against the door, you heard her sigh and walk away, muttering something about you being a bitch or something.

You didn’t care as you laid back down on the couch, the door opening about an hour later, waking you from your sleep, not realizing you actually fell asleep.

The sound of Stiles’ laugh had you tilting your head to the side, trying to see who or what he was laughing at. Scott followed in behind him, saying something completely stupid that Stiles laughed even harder at.

“What are you two girls laughing about?” you asked, moving your arms behind you to rest on your elbows. You looked right at Stiles, lifting your eyebrow in what you hoped was a seductive way.

Watching as he visibly gulped, you smiled to yourself, bringing a leg up to bend at your knee, moving it side to side. “What’s wrong, Stiles? Cat got your tongue?”

“You’re gonna wish my tongue catches something,” he retorted.

That stopped all movement coming from you, a shocked expression on your face as you sat up to cross your legs. Deciding to play his little game, you rested your elbows on your knees, resting your chin on your laced fingers. “And what would your tongue catch?” “Your c–”

“Let’s end that conversation!” Scott exclaimed. “I need to hear that information.”

Snickering, you looked at your twin, asking, “What’s wrong, Scott? Don’t wanna hear about your best friend thinking sexually about your sister?”

Scott put a hand to his forehead, not believing this line of questioning was happening as he groaned.

“Because Stiles, here, has mas-”

“Let’s not,” Stiles rushed, a little louder than normal. “I agree with Scott. Let’s not talk about this.” He quickly walked past the couch you were occupying, a chuckle from you as he did. Stiles closed his bedroom door, pressing his back to it, his head thudding on the wood behind him. He didn’t want that secret about him getting off to the thought of you getting out there for Scott to know.

What Stiles didn’t know was that you got off to the thought of him. You didn’t know him nor Scott to know it was an almost every night thing. The same being the case for Stiles. You decided to form a plan, a devilish smile crossing your face as you stood up on the couch to climb over it.

Scott noticed the look on your face, following behind you as you made your way to your room. “Sis, what are you doing? I know that look.”

“Forming a plan,” you stated simply. Going to your dresser, you pulled the drawers out, looking for an outfit with a seductive vibe to it. Once you found it, you turned your back to Scott, smiling to yourself before moving into your closet to retrieve your silk robe.

“What kind of a plan?” Scott raised an eyebrow, curious as to what you were up to. As he silently took a deep breath, he got his answer in the form of your chemosignals. “Gross.”

Poking your head out of your closet, your hair fell over your shoulder. “What gross?”

Scott turned around, hands up in surrender by his head as he walked towards your bedroom door. “I’m going to Allison’s. I don’t want to be here when you’re screaming Stiles’ name.”

You gawked at him, not sure what to do with that information. After a moment of standing there with your mouth open, you looked back into your closet, shrugging your shoulders. Putting on the lingerie, you weren’t sure if you felt comfortable in it, but you shrugged, putting the robe on before walking out of your room.

Walking to Stiles’ room, you knocked on the door, the spazz stopping all movement from the other side of the door before he answered, “Yeah?”

“Hey, Stiles, I was thinking of watching a movie,” you said. “Wanna watch with me?”

He got up from his bed, almost tripping on his shoes as he replied, “Yeah, sure. What movie?”

“42. That movie about Jackie Robinson?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll watch it. Get everything ready? I’ll be out in about five minutes.”

“Perfect.” You smiled to yourself, walking into the living room to look for the DVD, knowing damn well Stiles purchased it the moment it was released on disc. Once you found it, you turned on the TV and the DVD player, putting the disc in the player.

After the DVD’s menu came up, you turned on your heel and walked to the kitchen, getting all of yours and Stiles’ favorite snacks and drinks. Bringing them back to the living room to set them on the table, you had a smile on your face, hopeful that this plan of yours would work. You sat on the couch, bringing a blanket to your lap, careful to cover your legs and bringing it up to your chest, getting all warm and cozy. 

The menu played for about four or five rounds before you started to get a little tired. Sighing, you laid your head back on the couch, your eyes closing of their own accord. Tapping on your forehead had you slowly opening your eyes, seeing Stiles above you.

“Hey, sorry,” he whispered. “It took longer than I thought.”

You sighed angrily, removing the blanket from your body before you got up from the couch, revealing your robe to Stiles. 

He took a sharp intake of breath at the lingerie that had poked through a little when you started to walk back to your room. With a confused look on his face, Stiles watched you walk, asking, “Hey, wait. Aren’t we gonna watch the movie?”

“Watch it by yourself,” you answered, a tad aggressively. You went to slam your bedroom door shut, but Stiles stopped it. 

“What the hell is the matter? Why are you angry?”

You huffed a laugh, resting your hands on the footboard of your bed. “This was such a fucking dumb idea.” Looking at him, your eyes burned with disappointment and anger. “I dress up in this stupid ass lingerie to try and make you all - I don’t know - hot and bothered, but instead I kind of get stood up by my best friend. The very best friend standing here, gawking at me. The very best friend I have the stupidest crush on.”

Stiles smirked a little, walking into your room and shutting the door. “You have a crush on me?”

Scoffing, you stood up straighter, turning your body to face him as you said, “You’re fucking dumb. I’m in love with you, but you’re too fucking blind to see it. I mean, going to Lydia’s three times a week when I’m dressed in sweats and a sweatshirt? The fuck is that about?”

Hanging his head, Stiles sighed a deep sigh before looking at you, a flash of anger in his own eyes. “You think I go to Lydia’s? I don’t. I sit outside the apartment door or in the quad to think… and to also calm my fucking dick down.”

“So you admit it?”

“Admit what?”

“You’re in love with me.”

“I have been for years. You’re just too blind to see it.”

“So now you’re calling me blind?”

“That’s–” Stiles took a deep breath, releasing it. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying, Stiles?”

He didn’t say anything; he just looked at you and acted on instinct. Reaching for your cheeks, he cupped them and brought your lips to his. 

You knew exactly what he was doing before he knew. When you felt his lips on yours, you reacted quickly, kissing him back with just as much fervor. Teeth and tongues clashing and fighting for dominance before you felt yourself being lifted off the floor, your back meeting the mattress.

“Since you’re half naked anyway, I won’t have much to take off,” Stiles said, removing his own flannel and tshirt. “Take the robe off.”

You sat up, doing as you were told, taking the robe off. Staring at Stiles, you couldn’t help but feel just the slightest bit insecure until he walked closer to you, gently cupping your cheek with a small family on his face. “What are you smiling at, Stiles?” you whispered.

“You,” he simply stated. He crawled on the bed, hovering over you as you gently laid back on the mattress. With a soft whisper only you could hear, he said, “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

Smiling, you rested your hands gently on the sides of his head, basically cupping by his ears. “Same here. Now, are you gonna fuck me or just hover over me?”

Stiles wasted no second or minute as he placed his lips on yours. Both of you moaned as your tongues touched, the teenage boy above you fighting for dominance. As the two of you made out like horny high schoolers, you undressed each other, your hands running down Stiles’ lean abs.

“Damn,” you breathed. “I knew you played lacrosse, but I didn’t think you’d get abs from it.”

“Blame it on Finstock,” Stiles chuckled.

“Oh, I won’t blame him. I’ll go back to Beacon Hills and thank him.” 

Stiles laughed harder at that, pressing his lips back on yours. Once he got a look at your naked form, the fire in his eyes was evident; he wanted this, he wanted you. “God, you’re stunning.”

You smiled a little at his praise of you, keeping that same smile on your face as you watched him kiss his way down your stomach, getting onto his knees at the edge of the bed and pulling you closer. “Stiles,” you whispered. “Do something.”

It didn’t take the spazz not a moment later to put his mouth on your hot and wet core, your head pressing into the mattress more as he lapped, licked and kissed at your cunt. Moans of his name were spilling out of your mouth like a prayer, one of your hands cupping one of your breasts while the other went to Stiles’ hair, keeping him in place.

Stiles loved the reaction he was getting from you, a smile on his face as he felt your hips bucking, your pussy gliding along his tongue as you started to chase your high. When he inserted two fingers into your core, he moaned at the warmth he felt, wanting to feel it with his cock instead.

“Mmmm,” you moaned, eyes closed. “M’so close.”

Taking his mouth off your pussy, Stiles’ eyes stayed locked on his fingers pumping in and out of you. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. Let go.” Once he heard your loud moan, he put his mouth back on you as you came, feeling your cunt squeeze his fingers. He replaced his fingers with tongue, lapping all that you were giving him.

When your high came down, you had to almost push Stiles off of your core as it was becoming a little oversensitive. “Okayokayokay.” You breathed, bringing your hands to your hair as Stiles kissed his way back up your stomach and the valley of your breasts. 

“You did so good,” Stiles whispered, kissing your cheek. “I’m also very hard for you right now.”

You chuckled, pressing your lips on his, feeling his hardened erection on your sensitive core. Gasping, you screwed your eyes shut, a small and quiet whimper coming from your throat.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles asked, quietly.

“Hm,” you hummed. “A little sensitive. Your tip is pressing at my entrance.”

Stiles looked down, seeing that his tip was, indeed, pressing at your entrance. He looked back up at you, smoothing your hair down next to your temple. “Can you give me one more?”

Nodding, you sighed. “I could give you a hundred more if you asked.”

“Shshshshit,” he muttered, sitting back on his knees. “W-were are your condoms?”

“Scott has some in the bathroom, top right drawer,” you answered, confused. You brought yourself up on your elbows, looking at him with furrowed brows. “You don’t have any?”

He thought about it for a moment, giving off that I have an idea look he sported a lot in high school before closed his eyes and sighed, getting off the bed and going to your door. Poking his head out after he opened the door, he checked to make sure the coast was clear before booking it to his room, a laugh sounding from your throat as you laid back on the bed.

When he returned, you lifted your head to look at him, a smile on your face as he had walked back in mid-laugh. “What’s so funny?” You shoot your head, saying, “Nothing,” with a smile on your face, watching as he rolled the rubbed onto his cock.

“Ready?” he asked, gently guiding the head of his cock through your still wet folds to gather your arousal on him. When he looked back at you while you were nodding, he gently pushed himself in, a groan coming from the both of you. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

“Stilessssssss,” you moaned. 

As he pulled back a little, you shivered, your slightly sensitive core still recovering. The shiver was also from pleasure, loving the way he was stretching you out.

“You’re so fucking big,” you groaned, looking into his eyes. “I love the way you feel inside me. I never want you to leave.”

“I don’t want to leave your pussy, either,” he whispered, pushing back at a slow pace. He kept this pace up, not wanting to really overstimulate you, but your hands roaming down his back told him otherwise.

“Faster,” you whispered.

“But you’re–”

“I don’t care. I need to feel you. All of you. Gimme everything you’ve got.”

The two of you stared into each other's eyes, looking for any signs of hesitation. When Stiles didn’t see any in your eyes, he nodded his head and quickened his pace, moans spilling out of you as he fucked you into almost oblivion.

He pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach, whispering for you to get onto your hands and knees. Once you were in position, he pushed his cock back inside of you, a happy sigh from you as your head dipped down.

More and more moans were spilling from the two of you; you being the loudest. Once Stiles felt his orgasm coming on, he stopped his thrusts, putting his hands on your stomach to pull your back to his chest.

You rested your head on his shoulder, turning your head so that your nose could touch his neck as his thrusts started again, one of his hands gliding down your stomach to your clit, where he started to draw circles.

“F-f-f-f-f-f-fuck!” you all but screamed. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his lips meeting your forehead. “Cum again for me.”

Just as both of your orgasms hit at the same time, Stiles held onto you so you wouldn’t collapse onto the bed. He was still thrusting into you, your hand going over his, a sign he’d learned for him to not stop what he was doing.

You felt as if you were going to cum again, and you voiced as such. Just as Stiles pulled out from you, clear liquid spilled from your core, a scream coming from your throat that had Stiles spilling another load into his condom. 

He helped you lay down on the bed as your body shivered. “Holy shit. You squirted.”

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you chuckled.

Stiles returned the laugh, bending to press his lips against yours.  “I’m gonna go get cleaned up and then I’ll come back and help you, okay?”

You felt like you couldn’t say a word, so you nodded, sighing when his lips quickly pressed to yours.

Stiles walked out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall. He grabbed a baby wipe you had for your monthly’s, wiping himself off after he removed the condom. After he wrapped the baby wipe around the condom, he threw it into the trash, grabbing a washcloth from the drawer to wet with some warm water. 

He left the cloth on the bathroom counter while we went to get a shirt, some boxers and pajama pants on. Once he was dressed, he grabbed the washcloth from the bathroom and went back into your room, where he noticed your sleeping form.

Gently cleaning your core, he didn’t want to wake you, although you stirred at the feeling of something rubbing against you again.

“No more orgasms,” you whined. “I can’t take any more.”

Stiles chuckled, setting the folded washcloth on your dresser as he went into your underwear drawer to retrieve a pair. “Don’t worry. You’re gonna have another one tonight.” Next, he went into your pajama drawer, grabbing out a pair of shorts before walking back to you.

He helped get you dressed, giving you the shirt he was wearing before your sexcapades. The two of you laid in your bed under the covers, Stiles on his back with you cuddled into his side. 

“That was amazing,” you whispered. “I’ve never had sex that great before.”

Stiles lightly chuckled, kissing your hairline. “There’s more where that came from, lover.”

It was your turn to chuckle, resting your hand on his chest. “I like it when you call me that.”

“Call you what?”

You tilted your head back to look at him, smiling as you said, “Lover.”

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A/N 2:  hi, friends! this one was my first time adding praise & squirting into a smut piece! should i do it more? let me know what you thought about! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Notes: yes, a dvd player is mentioned because i'm a thirty year old millennial who's fucking nostalgic. okay? lol

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Posted on October 22, 2023

[bluexiao]

#kunikuzushi, how do you love? 

—rewritten relationship headcanons (from “scaramouche, how do you love?” )

THEMES. (pre)relationship, fluff, domestic, character analysis, love languages, use of his real name

NOTES. okay, just a little bit of storytime on how i was so tempted to write this (albeit again) is that recently my mom got fractured and as i am an only child and away from home since i’m going to uni and in a dorm, it’s my dad who’s taking care of my mom. and oh my god. both scara and my dad are capricorns and their bdays are even next to each other,,, and i just cant help but like compare their love languages a bit (it may sound weird but trust me this will be good)

WANDERER / KUNIKUZUSHI 

He knows love—knows its meaning, knows what it does, and knows what its consequences are. Love is but a rose with thorns, pricking whoever chooses to admire its beauty and immerse them in its pleasure. Love is a danger, and far too humanly him. 

It will not be long until he recognizes this disgusting feeling since he met you. 

But as he was his own person, he chose not to identify it—to call it by its name. Out of fear? No. Out of instincts. 

He who didn’t have a heart suddenly felt love? Preposterous. Absurd. He wasn’t human, nor will he stoop so low to pretend to be one. 

Yet he underestimated you far too much—your… charm… so to speak, along with the unpredictability of your actions. How you show up and how your lips curl up in a gentle smile and how his name slips out of them ever so… gentle. Everything about you is gentle, and kind, and so… so-

“Good morning, Kunikuzushi” 

His jaw tightens and he dreaded for the sudden presence almost immediately as it had appeared. 

“It’s you.” It’s always been you—the only one that actually makes him want to run away from. But he won’t, no. He wouldn’t give you the pleasure to know, not ever. 

“It’s me,” you smiled, “hey, I haven’t seen you for a while. You even changed your outfit! Blue looks good on you.” 

He scoffs, almost out of instinct. It is true that it has been a while since he last saw you and yet, it felt like it was just yesterday. And with that thought, he couldn’t bear to look directly in your eyes that with a hand on his hat, he looks away. 

“There’s no need for pleasantries,”—like usual, he replies, and he adds on, “but it’s not much of a surprise to see you again, Y/n.” 

Which actually translates to “it’s nice to see you again”. 

The only time he will actually “confess” with such feelings in mind to you is never—not outrightly or with words, but rather by his actions. 

The indication you may want to look out for is when he himself attentively seeks you out, if you see him often, and if he actually stays with you for a long time, almost the whole day—actually, even if he spares you just a bit of it would be a good indicator. 

When he places an arm over your form whenever there’s an incoming enemy, muttering a “Move back” and makes sure you would actually listen before he proceeds to atack and defeat anyone on his way—both of yours.

When he offers his hand every time there’s a steep slope that you had to pass by, scoffing at your surprised look and says “Couldn’t have you fall down and whine all the way back. Now, come on, lend me your hand before I change my mind.” 

When he waits for you until you finish your work—you’d almost think he wouldn’t since it took you a while, only to find that he’s still there, arms crossed over his chest as he’s leaning on a wall on a far corner, yet it’s still enough to have you visible from his view. “What? Why are you looking at me with that face? I’m not tired, is that what you’re thinking? I don’t tire easily, human.” 

And whenever you’re sick or you’re injured, he will be more silent than he ever was, by your side with pursed lips, nursing you back to health. Even without him actually saying it, you will know how affected he was just by seeing your state. If he told you of his history, you’d know right away that seeing your fragility, vulnerability, your mortality… it can trigger memories that were not really the nicest to him. 

“What happened?” 

For a moment, you can see the hurt in his eyes, struggling to find the right words even if you knew you could explain the situation very well only to falter right in front of him. With this side of him. 

“Kuni, I… I just-“ 

‘How can you be so careless?” His voice was weaker, much more gentle despite its usual tone still laced with it. Yet the Wanderer finds himself unable to change his disposition, not with you like this. 

“Humans…” he mutters under his own breath, and you are unable to speak any more. 

But despite everything, he only knows love, he spent most of his lifetime seeing it as a nuisance, a danger. He did not want to love, did not want the desire to flow in his mechanical and heartless body. 

And yet, it seems that even a puppet without a heart like him can. Love—whatever it is. 

“I love you,” it was you who confessed, “Kunikuzushi.” 

Despite already knowing it deep down, the crease on his brow was visible despite how he tried to look calm, but as you didn’t see such a tiny detail with your head bowed down, you continued on. 

“It’s getting… I mean, I don’t know if you really like me the same way, or you’re just too bored on your own or just treat me as a friend, but… but I don’t think I can go on without being honest to you.” 

Only when you looked directly at him did he feel it—a pang in his empty mechanical chest and a pressure on his shoulders. 

“I don’t like you as just a friend, Kuni.”

A minute or two passes—that’s what you felt like anyway as you melt under his gaze, awaiting for his answer or just… anything! 

“Ugh… why…” 

Then his facade fades, all by a bite on the lip as he looks away for a moment with a hand on his hat. And even if he tried to retract his face away from your view, you could still see enough to notice the pinkish red hue on the skin of his face, all the more so with his exposed ear. 

And as if the pressure in the air gives up to gravity, that same weight on your own shoulders eases up, eyes widening at the sight in front of you. 

Then he peeks from his hat and glares at you, “Why… why are you doing this to me, Y/n?” 

The transition to dating wouldn’t even make much of a big difference, actually. That was what he realized when you two were already “dating” so it seems. Frankly, he was confused by it, only to come up with the conclusion that it is better this way anyway. You and him… are just you and him, there was no need for extravagance and grand changes. 

But really, it was because you two were already comfortable with each other. And the only thing that changed was… 

You blink your eyes open and you welcome the sight of him right in front of you, his soft laughter enveloping your ears as he grins at you. You didn’t know what amuses him so much that he can smile like that, but… 

“What? What is it, Kuni? Did I…” 

“You fell asleep just from reading a couple of books. To think you’d be this lazy in studying, darling.” 

He then leans in and presses his lips on your forehead, not before swiping his palm on them and scoffing afterwards. “Overworking doesn’t make you more intelligent. How about falling asleep on an actual bed so you can have an adequate amount of energy left,” he crosses his arms, “Actually. Sleep on the bed now, or I’ll have to carry you instead.”

He scolds you more… and also kisses you too. A lot of it consists of pecks here and there, it doesn’t really matter to him when or where. He doesn't care if people saw or not—if they did, it’s a good thing anyway, they’d know who they’ll come up against if they ever mess with you. 

He’s with you most of the time but in times that you’re not and he’s having his own travels alone—which happens quite rarely, actually, he would always go home immediately. He’s not that privy of having to part from you for so long—not that he’d admit that outrightly, but you’d notice it straight away. 

And if he does part with you for a while, he will make you give him your handkerchief or anything small that belongs to you, something that reminds him of you and the home he will go home to. That he’s not just a wanderer now. 

He’s just… him with you. 

And that’s how he loves. He loves slow, but he loves with just… himself, his entire being. Even without a heart, he knew of love. He knew of you. 

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Hi my love! Hope you’re doing well 💕 no pressure, but if you were taking requests, would you be able to do a blurb of the 141 men learning how to braid their daughter’s hair? I’ve been reading your girl dad fics and it makes me so soft!!!! Imagining these burly guys trying to figure out little girl braids makes me laugh lol.

Again I love you blog, you’re incredible 💕 hope you have an amazing day 💕

hi lovely, you're so kind ily 🥹🩷 hope you're doing well! <3 this was so so cute omg, i loved this so bad 😭

i hope this was along the lines of what you wanted :")

price: "goddamn it, not again" lowkey getting very frustrated with himself because it's not turning out the way he wants it to be and he's a perfectionist. he's already run the brush through her hair gently for the umpteenth time, causing her to grumble and wanting to go play instead. but he holds her back carefully, determined to make her braids the prettiest anyone has ever seen. he holds her hair band between his lips as he frowns at the braid again.

"just a second, honey" it's loose and he doesn't know how to tighten it but he's determined. nobody is moving an inch until he perfects that braid. his back curved slightly uncomfortable and he's definitely going to get neck pain, bending a little down to get the best access to her head and he does finally manage to get it accurate. it only took an hour but he's very proud of himself :")

simon: "this bit.... goes underneath right? over the top, underneath the side, down back under.... piece of cake, honey" simon is a dedicated man, his tongue peeking out from his lips as he tried his very hardest to memorise what he had learnt from a youtube video. his daughter sat between his huge thighs, his big fingers working her hair very delicately in order not to pull on any strands. he has the hair grips secured between his lips, eyes narrowed very carefully as he braids her hair trying to get all of the hair. he is a man on a mission and he will carry out the task to the best of his ability.

"bloody hell, that took it out of me" he finally lets out a relieved sigh at his masterpiece, there might be a few strands sticking out and the braid might look a little lopsided but it's unique :") only to have his daughter shake her head once causing the braid to tumble down and his face in pure utter shock and disbelief

gaz: "keep your head straight okay, honey?" gaz should def open a hair place, he's already mastered the technique of braiding from his mom especially because his hair type is different and requires a certain amount of care. so he knows exactly how to braid, call it his secret talent ;) lowkey finds it therapeutic and will 100% decorates his girl's hair with different clips and grips, whatever her little heart desires. he loves brushing his fingers through her locks and he always manages to get the parting accurate on the first time. which saves a ton of tantrums on her end.

"my beautiful baby girl" best believe he's whipping out the camera to take pictures of her hair and send it to you, marvelling at how gorgeous she looks. he's all smug when she wants to come to him for her hair but it bites him back in the ass when he's half dressed needing to leave the house in five minutes to head to bade only to be tugged by his child by the wrist to have her hair braided in that specific way she loves.

soap: "christ sake, why would they add so many pieces?" soap definitely underestimated himself, he didn't mean to blow his own horn but now that he has, he doesn't not accept defeat easily at all. will memorise that youtube video back to front, his daughter seated in his lap both of the criss crossed as he works delicately. his face set intently, eyes slightly narrowed as he braids. he's confused by the movement but gets the hang of it after a while and then it's like second nature, he's so happy with himself.

"look at you, little lass. my sweet girl" his little girl perched in his lap as he tightens the braided pony tails, gushing at how cute she is and how perfect the braids he had done on her hair came out. will 100% parade her around so everyone can see how perfect his braids are but no touching his little girl or her hair at all, under any circumstances <3

[skyward-floored]

Please oh please some Four and Wind hanging out or doing hero stuff? <3

How about both? (Set when they’re both a little older, early teens-ish)

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“Why is this guy robbing a fast food place? Why does everyone rob fast food places?” Wind huffed, face annoyed as he peered up over his seat at the guy pointing a gun at the cashier. “Wouldn’t a bank be better? These places can’t have that much money. The cashier just looks like he’s about to faint, that guy will be lucky if he gets anything. Sheesh. All I wanted was a burger...”

“Wind shh, I’m trying to think of a plan,” Four hissed, pulling him back behind the seat. “Get down here.”

Wind ducked under the table where Four was sheltering, avoiding a sticky puddle of dried soda as he scooted in next to him. They could still hear the robber at the counter talking, and Wind glared as a pair of boots wandered past their table.

One guy they could have just handled, but the robber had brought two others, and neither Wind or Four wanted to see how itchy his trigger finger was. Wind was pretty sure they were just some low-rate kind of criminals, but his Dad always reminded them not to underestimate people.

So he’d let Four make a plan. Even if he would’ve just jumped out there and made something up on the spot.

“Okay, whatcha got?” Wind whispered, and Four motioned to the abandoned fries he’d set up on the ground.

“Okay, so this fry is you, and this one is me. I was figuring we’d do that thing we did when—”

“I’m not that short,” Wind interrupted, and swapped the fry with one that was much longer. “There. Continue.”

Four rolled his eyes. “Right. So we don’t have space to change into our suits, so we can’t just charge out there, but if you go out and— Wind don’t eat that.”

Wind was eating the new fry he’d designated as himself. “What, this one wasn’t even fuzzy! And I’m hungry, they haven’t filled our order yet.”

Four swiped the probably months-old fry from his brother, then shook his head in exasperation.

“Wind focus. Look, just do that thing we did when we stopped that one mall robbery,” he said, and Wind perked up.

“Right, gotcha! I distract, you go thwack,” he said with a grin, and Four gave him a flat look.

“That doesn’t make any more sense then it did the first time you said it.”

“Well I like it.”

Four shook his head, then motioned Wind out, giving his arm a quick squeeze before he went. Be careful.

Wind squeezed back. I will.

Then he slipped out from under the table, quickly squishing a bunch of ketchup packets into his hand. The handful of other people in the restaurant watched him nervously, and Wind winked at a frightened-looking girl.

Then he squished the ketchup over his eye.

She giggled, and Wind turned to the counter, then let out a blood-curdling yell, collapsing dramatically to a knee.

All three robbers turned, their eyes going wide behind their masks when they saw the ‘blood’ all over his face, and Wind forcibly held back a grin.

“My eye!” he wailed, squishing another ketchup pouch in his hand. “I can’t see, I can’t see! It hurts!”

“Oh my gods, what happened?” one of the robbers whispered in a horrified voice, and no one noticed Four slip out of his booth and slowly work his way around to the counter.

Wind for once was glad for his baby-face as he began to cry, faking a coughing fit into his hand. He made sure that the ketchup in his hand was visible as he finished coughing, and one of the robbers made a gagging noise.

“I want my mom!” he wailed, and the three of them continued to stare in horror at him, looking unsure of what to do.

Four meanwhile, edged behind the counter, ducking beside the cowering cashier, who was almost certainly not being paid enough for this. He put a finger to his lips, then cautiously looked over the counter at where the robbers stood.

“Look, kid, calm down, I’m sure your mom is here somewhere,” one of the robbers finally said, sounding panicked as he looked at Wind. “I’m sure she can help you with your uh... eye.”

His face turned a little green from behind his mask, but it was then that the robber with the gun stepped a little closer, beginning to look suspicious.

“Wait a second. Guys, does that blood seem a little—”

Four cut him off by jumping up onto the counter, and then onto his back.

He quickly knocked the gun from his hand, and the man stumbled, obviously not expecting the weight of a teenager. He fell to the ground with a yelp, and Wind ran forward and kicked the legs out from under one of the robbers, surreptitiously using his winds to throw the other one to the floor.

He quickly grabbed their weapons as well, and Four gave him a fist bump as he hopped off the back of the one, the crooks all looking dazed at their sudden takedown.

“Nice going,” Wind said, and Four smiled back.

“You too.”

The cashier peeked over the counter from where he’d taken shelter, and visibly relaxed at the sight of the crooks on the ground. The other customers came out of hiding, and a few cheers went up from the small crowd, Wind rubbing his eye as he waved at them.

“...you good?” Four asked Wind, and Wind nodded, wincing as he blinked his eye a few times.

“Yeah. I just got ketchup in my eye. It stings too, what do they put in this stuff?!”

“Tomatoes. Which are acidic,” Four said with a little grin, and Wind sighed as people began to thank them, the restaurant manager looking especially relieved.

“Great. And I think I lost my appetite for burgers,” he grumbled, and Four chuckled as the manager walked up to them.

“I can’t thank you two enough, you’ve done quite a service for us here,” she smiled. “It’s not much, but can I offer you anything on the menu? It’s on the house.”

Wind quit his complaining instantly, and gave her a wide smile. “You know what? I was just thinking a burger would be delicious.”

Four hid his laugh, and he and Wind spent the rest of the afternoon eating way too many French fries.

[thestupidhelmet]

Why do you think Kelso is the way he is? We get snippets of his home life- he doesn't even know what his father does for a living so that means they aren't close, he has many brothers and they bully each other with the older ones but when he used to change diapers of the younger ones (possibly parentification?), Eric says jokingly that his parents wouldn't even notice if he was gone because they have so many kids, he was dropped on his head as a child... But we don't get the full picture. So do you think he's the way he is because of neglectful/permissive parenting or does it have a mental problem like narcissism or sociopathy?

My understanding of the why of Kelso:

Kelso's pathological overt narcissism, general lack of empathy, and sense of entitlement very likely developed due to his upbringing. His lack of common sense could be inherited from his father, or its simply a result of a lack of parenting. His lack of impulse control might be congenital, due to undiagnosed ADHD.

A much deeper, more detailed analysis under the cut.

Because his parents have so many children, none of them get enough attention from either parent. Kelso reacts to this neglect by acting out in crazy ways to get their attention. Combined with what may well be undiagnosed ADHD, a lack of common sense, and a lack of impulse control, his antics become wilder and wilder.

By the time of T7S, these antics have become an inherent part of his behavior. Car skiing, fireworks in a blender, etc. He's no longer aware of the underlying reason for them (i.e. to gain attention).

He has childhood deprivation wounding. Not enough attention from his parents (and the lack from his mom and dad each affects him differently). Hand-me-downs from his older brothers (e.g., clothing, toys). This wounding becomes a pathology, which expresses itself in a variety of ways. Most significantly, it creates a sense of entitlement and selfishness. More on that later.

Crucially, Casey is the older male sibling closest in age to him. Casey is a womanizer and misogynist -- and a surrogate father figure for Kelso. This is common in families, where one sibling is viewed emotionally as a parent by another (even in families with only two kids).

Casey's influence on Kelso shouldn't be underestimated. He's both a (terrible) model of behavior and an abuser (mental and physical). Their parents do nothing to stop Casey's bullying or Kelso, and Kelso develops a defense mechanism of bullying him back in secret, devious ways (e.g., spitting in Casey's socks, sleeping unwashed and naked in Casey's bed, etc.) That defensive, aggressive behavior transfers onto his friends.

Except in rare instances, Kelso lacks empathy for others. This is a sign of sociopathy. But it could also be the result of his primary needs and wants in childhood being unfulfilled, and the lack of parental protection, that he developed a pathology to make certain his own needs and wants are met above all. His upbringing taught him that no one cares about his feelings, so he cares only about his own feelings and desires -- other people be damned.

The above is comorbid with a deep resentment of his mother, which is highly influenced by Casey's misogynistic modeling. Many of Kelso's comorbidities lead him to seeking revenge on his mother's neglect by viewing Jackie as a possession to be used as he wishes. Betraying her is, subconsciously, satisfying his need to betray his mother the way he feels betrayed.

His sense of entitlement is the cause for his treatment of Jackie, as well. She owes him sex on-demand. He can cheat on her as much as he wants; she has to take it. But once they're broken up, she's not allowed (according to him) to find joy with another man -- because Kelso's mother doesn't deserve joy for depriving him of that primary female, nurturing relationship. He transfers his resentment and possessiveness of his mother onto Jackie. She's not allowed to be happy because he believes his mother doesn't (but this feeling is subconscious; consciously, he's protective of his mother; not uncommon).

And Kelso is a sex addict, which complicates his behavior further. The sense of entitlement, the lack of self control, the lack of empathy for others -- it explains most of his behavior toward Jackie and his friends. Like his invasion of Donna's sexual boundaries, physically hitting on her while she's in a relationship with Eric and once they're broken up, and hypocrisy concerning a friend (i.e. Hyde) dating his ex (i.e. Jackie).

Concerning his abusive treatment of Fez: lighting firecrackers under Fez's butt, pouring lighter fluid in him, the xenophobic insults, the general disrespect, one can see a repetition and externalization of Casey's bullying of Kelso. Same with Kelso stealing and destroying Eric and Donna's toys, spitting chewed food onto Hyde's lunch plate, Prank Day, and so on.

His lack of empathy and care for other people's needs, wants, and feelings is his most disturbing aspect. It's inextricably linked to his narcissism and sense of entitlement. For most of the series, he's shown to be incapable of self-reflection, a primary symptom of a narcissistic personality -- as is the inability to take accountability for his actions.

In rare moments, he can self-reflect and take accountability. But it's so inconsistent and that its a negligible part of his character (except in fanfic where one can build on those crumbs).

[depressedhouseplant]

Just Fucking Write 2k24 - Day 15

Prompt: As a joke on his birthday - San’s friends set him up with an escort. Except he falls for the beautiful man he can never have

A/N: This fic flopped hard on AO3, but y’all seemed to like it so here’s some bonus content for you

“They know. I don’t know how, but they know,” San was on the verge of panic. This was not how Wooyoung preferred to be woken up.

“Who knows what?” Wooyoung mumbled into the pillow.

“My parents and what you used to do,” San replied. Wooyoung rolled on his back and looked up at his boyfriend.

“How do you know they know?” he asked, still mostly asleep.

“They want to meet for dinner with just me. The only time they ever want to do that is if I’m in trouble,” San explained. Wooyoung reached up and weaved their fingers together.

“Did they tell you that’s what it’s about? You know I permanently referred out all my clients right after we ran into them at the restaurant,” Wooyoung said.

“Well…no…they just said they wanted to have dinner with just me,” San admitted.

“So why are you panicking when you don’t know?” he asked.

“Because I’ve been waiting for this to happen since we started seeing each other,” Wooyoung pulled San back down and draped himself over his larger frame.

“That’s almost two years,” he pointed out. San rested his hand on Wooyoung’s waist and his cheek on the top of his head.

“Yes,” San confirmed.

“Baby, your mom and I get manis together every week. She adores me. The fact that I happened to be an escort when we met isn’t a big deal,” Wooyoung sighed. He knew San had continued to obsess over his parents finding out that Wooyoung was a sex worker previously, but clearly he’d underestimated just how much. “I can solve this in about 5 minutes, you know that, right?”

“How?” San looked down at him.

“Pass me my phone,” Wooyoung instructed.

“You’re not gonna…” San started.

“Call your mom and ask? Yes, yes I am,” Wooyoung held his hand up and San reluctantly gave Wooyoung his phone. Wooyoung hit a button and it began ringing.

“You have my mom on speed dial?” San raised an eyebrow.

“I told you. She loves me. You’re on speaker so hush,” Wooyoung kissed his cheek.

“Wooyoung? This is early for you,” Mrs Choi said when she answered the phone.

“I know, but San said I wasn’t invited for dinner and has gotten himself all worked up about it,” he replied in his best pouty voice. San wasn’t the only Choi helpless when he resorted to pouting.

“I told his dad we should’ve invited both of you but you know how stubborn he can be,” she sighed. “He wants to give San our blessing if he decides to propose. You have been together for almost 2 years now.”

“Well that’s…wow…I don’t really know what to say. San was convinced it was about something else entirely,” Wooyoung replied. San’s father was very traditional and his son coming out had been difficult for him to accept. However, once both San and his mother assured him he was still the same person he never brought it up again. Giving his blessing for them to get married was a huge deal.

“You mean the escort thing?” Mrs Choi said.

“You knew? How long?” San couldn’t stop himself. Wooyoung huffed and swatted his boyfriend on the chest.

“At least a year. Your friends aren’t as good at keeping secrets as they think they are. Especially after a glass or two of champagne,” Mrs Choi replied.

“Does Dad know?” San asked.

“Of course he does. It took a little explaining and then calming him down at your entire friend group, but he was never upset with either of you,” she said. “I’ll tell him that you’re bringing Wooyoung to dinner anyway.”

“This was his idea of a surprise, wasn’t it?” Wooyoung asked.

“He tries,” Mrs Choi laughed a little. “I’ll see you two tonight. Dress nicely.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up.

“So where’s my ring?” Wooyoung teased.

“Soon enough, my love. Soon enough,” San kissed him.

[lutawolf]

Never Let Me Go, Episode 9-10

Yup, that's right. I waited for episode 10 to come out before watching 9. I don't feel bad about it, either. Cause damn, I saw all the gifs, and I was not here for it.

Ahhh. The way Palm says, "Don’t underestimate my love. I don’t know if Mr. Nueng and I will be together in the future. But right now, The feelings and memories that I share with him, They will always remain with me." This is so important to me. We discount young people's feelings too often. Age is important and should always be taken into consideration, but individuals should be looked at individually. Palm has had to shoulder a lot of responsibility for a very long time. He is the type to make a decision and stick to it. He's solid and steady. "To be honest, I don’t know what the future holds for us. But my feelings will remain unchanged."

Nueng is the opposite. Just look at how he is when Palm is stressed. He was desperately looking for love. He doesn't think things completely through. Carries a much more immature look at life. It would almost seem that they aren't a good match. Oh, but they are. A flighty person can be stabilized by someone like Palm, they'll become the wild geese that mate forever because they just need someone to latch their feelings to. And Palm needs someone like Nueng to lighten the weight that he willingly carries. Hence, the next scene where he makes him smile. Palm, for all his shyness, adores it.

I love that Nueng can read Palm so well. That's something a good Dom should absolutely be able to do. No joke, Nueng just Dominated in a way that a lot of females will dominate their male submissives. It's a playful, but I will get my way, type of way. It's a soft Dom move.

"Why did you get a tattoo of my name?" "I want you to stay with me forever." In my belief system, there are kindred spirits and soulmates. Kindred spirits are those friends that journey through lifetimes with you. We get matching tattoos or tattoos with those people in mind, in order to make sure that we meet in each life. I actually have plans on getting a coconuts tattoo. A soulmate tattoo makes sure you and your soulmate are together forever, like the red thread. That's what this feels like. A soulmate tattoo. The shoulder kiss is everything!

Oh yeah, he is binding them as soulmates. No getting away for you Nueng. Palm being so fucking romantic. Where do I find me a romantic like Palm???

So now they are going back. For Palm's dad. The skin to skin contact for both their comfort. Nueng talks in circles around his fears, but Palm understands him.

"I’m glad that you come to live with me. I’m glad that I have the chance to be your mom, even for only a couple of weeks. Your dad raised you well. I’m sorry that I have never taken care of you." She's not a horrible person. Just not the best. It sucks that she died, but I'm really glad Nueng got that closer.

Oh, shit. There is so much to unpack in this one scene. One is in pain and is absolutely not used to someone being there when he is breaking. So he lashes out. He's a wounded and went away to lick his wounds and doesn't want to be seen. Then he realizes who he has lashed out to. This is his other half, and he immediately regrets, but Nueng does come from a loving family. This is not something you would do if you love another person. The push away in his head is full rejection.

For him, it's like Palm is saying it's his fault. Lots and lots of layers here. Guilt, rejection, and fear that the one he loves will die just like his dad and Palm's mom. "When we are together, something bad always happens. You and I, we shouldn’t be together." "Don’t ever come to see me again. Otherwise, you may end up dead."

That last part. You can see it click in Palm's head what is really bothering Nueng. Now, just because a sub is subby sub doesn't mean they won't fight for what they want. They like being told what to do, but a Dom is their everything, they will absolutely fight for them. Again, I would lean towards Nueng being a switch or soft Dom, but Palm is for sure a subby sub.

If I didn't know from all the spoilers, I would know from how Nueng is acting that he plans on leaving. He has a fake attitude but sad smile whenever Palm isn't looking. Nueng can read Palm, but Palm hasn't learned to read Nueng.

Song from the dance scene. One kisses to say goodbye, and the other kisses because he's never had someone be there. "What would your life be like if you didn’t meet me?" "I guess I would be working on a boat somewhere. I would spend my day catching fish." In Nueng's head, that sounds perfect, so he can't believe Palm when he says, "My life would be very boring. I think it’s a good thing that I met you." That's why he says. "But I imagine your life differently. I think your life would be happier. You might be taking an exam to get into a university. You might be an athlete." and he goes on, because in his head, Palm is with him out of duty. He's putting himself in a place to get hurt out of duty, and Nueng can't handle that.

"But everything that you said, I can do that with you." Nueng's face is breaking me.

Ep 10

"Before you lose everything." "But I still have you."

Both of them trying to protect the other one. Same goal, but they can't achieve it in the same way. Nueng has matured so much in such a short time. "Don’t choose me to be the goal of your life. I still want to see you follow your dream." Um… Who gets in a bath tub with boxers, and just how big is that tub? Ahh... It was a flashback.

Nueng pouring his heart out to his mom is killing me. I'm not crying. Your crying! Ahhh fuck! Now I'm really crying. His jersey. Really. I'm not fucking okay. Now sentimental and romantic flashbacks. Just leave me in a puddle here because of melted into tears.

The river told me lies! OMG, this song kills me.

And Nueng has hardened. He already had his innocents stripped with his dad, but everything that has happened since. It's changed him. Too many people have hurt him and he needs that wall to survive. He's seen what real friendship and love is, and if people want to get next to him, they are going to have to prove capable of that level. I'm the same damn way, so I respect this.

That boy didn't learn shit Nueng.

These flashbacks are killing me! "You plan on having fun without me. Then I won't teach you." Yup, Nueng is a soft Dom. They are so fucking cute.

I like these bodyguards. Yes I do. They are like, do I look like I give a fuck that this is the music room. What Nueng said might be harsh, but it's fucking fair. Just because I don't want you to eat at my table doesn't mean that I want you to starve. It just means that you've done enough to me that I don't want you at my table. Now I'm a big believer in not forgiving people but just moving on. I'll forgive those that have made it through the wall, but I don't feel the need to forgive someone who betrays me. I don't hate them because hating isn't worth it. It only hurts you, and the people you hate don't care.

Yeah, did you really think that he would leave you? As long as you love him, he'll be there. "But you are my life."

"Is this how you treat people? The time that we shared together. The things that we did together. Do they mean nothing to you?" "They mean a lot to me. Believe me. It was the best time of my life. So I want to treasure it. I want you to stay alive and be happy."

"I won’t let you run away from me again. From now on, if we are going to fight, We will fight together. If we are going to die, We will die together." Those are some solid vows. And look at the soft Dom forcing a promise from the subby sub. "You can wear your boyfriend’s clothes." Fuck, I'm not surviving this show.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, all these vows are going to kill me!!! And the way he pulls him to him. Damn.

The next episode is gonna be another tough one. Ugh. But this one. This one was so good. Hope you guys enjoyed! 💜💜💜

[tabi-the-great]

Hey uncle Tabitha, here's another one of Maxie's children reaching out from the multiverse! But unlike with Saint (hi, awesome to know I have „half-siblings" across the multiverse! :D), Archie is my uncle

My name is Sebastian, and uh... I'm actually mom and dad's second child. I have two siblings, an fraternal twin brother who's an hour older than me and a sister (aka dad's little princess) who's three years younger.

Funnily enough, I look like a young carbon copy of my dad, much to auntie Courtney's delight, but that scares some of the grunts - but in comparison to my dad, I can at least smile! >:D

The universe I'm from, dad and uncle Archie made up and are friends again. Meaning Team Aqua and Team Magma are allies and support each other. Which further means we grew up with both teams around. What's up with the quarrel between the two teams in your universe?

Also, if you've got Groudon already, did your Maxie also take damage in the process? My dad got cursed and has burn scars on his entire right side from the neck on to his knees. According to him they apparently still sting, even 27 years later (0_0 )

(I'm 17 by the way. Dad's not getting any younger - 58 and still going haha)

Uhhh… I'm sorry for so much babbling and all those questions, but I got a little excited- uncle Tabitha from another universe! That's nuts!

Anyways, thanks for your time and... expand the land! >:D

Sniffle sniffle…IM SUCH A PROUD MULTIVERSE UNCLE.

Okay, I’m okay! Alright i have answers!

Regarding our current team relations, Team Aqua and Team Magma are officially under a region oath truce. Archie and Maxie are slowly but surely getting along again with group therapy. As for team admins, we have been begrudgingly spending more time together. So it’s been a process, Courtney didn’t take the adjustment very well due to certain events-

And as for the awakening question! The effects of the red orb are strong, primal reversion isn’t exclusive to groudon and kyogre. That’s why we have spent so much time and effort into perfecting our protective gear! Like our gloves!…but when you awaken a god, you might underestimate the power- the effects of the red orb seeped through the leather. Thankfully- leader maxie did not go through primal possession. But he does have primal scarring from his hand to his elbow on his dominant side.

These markings do have after effects much like healed broken bones, for instance after Courtney’s run in with primal possession we learned how extreme the water sensitivity can be! But that dull burning never truly leaves according to their reports. Maxie isn’t too open about his pains (other than his spine) so that’s all I know

[khaleesiofalicante]

God, this chapter was so heartbreaking and painful to read. Seeing the immediate pain to everything that happened, even though it's necessary, does changes a little how you see the present

Why did I love that little analysis on how Rafael seeks strength in his partner, and Max is eternity wanting to play the hero and how David and Anjali fit perfectly with each one and- Wow

IT WAS A WHITE COVER. HOLY SHIT IT WAS LITERALLY THERE. I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND TILL NOW😭. But I do need to know the meaning. David what the hell??

David and Alec love each other and care for each other so much and of course I'm not ok😭😭

I thank Magnus and I thank God.

Sometimes I wonder if they’re both the same people.

I'm crying with just these, how does David do it???😭😭 He GETS ME ON A PERSONAL MAGNUS-BANE-STAN LEVEL

He did the impossible. He taught me a lesson no romcom ever did. He taught me the importance of friendship.

He is a good friend. He is my brother.

YOU GOT ME FILLED WITH JACKSON FEELINS!!! HE IS SUCH A GREAT CHARACTER AND A FRIEND 💙💙💙💙

Let me start this story with a spoiler.

It doesn’t have a happy ending.

No fucking wonder how this book is a bestseller. I would have eat this book too if I could 😭😭

Rafael is such an inspiration for me. He really said it's time for some mental health and peace and alone time with my family. ✨Icon✨

He was a little mad that they kept this a secret. He was a lot mad that they assumed Max wouldn’t figure it out. People always underestimate just how smart Max is and that is a shame on us as a society!!

“This goddamn show. It’s literally a love letter to you. You are the hero, Max. You are his hero. Don’t you see that?” he does have a better brain than everyone else huh?😍

13 years??? Wait. Wait. I need a second. Why Dani??? Why??😭😭

“Of course he doesn’t,” dad said. “Look at these fucking curtains.”

“Right??”

“It totally doesn’t go with the couch,” dad made a face.

Husbands who judge their son's decorative choices together, stay together 😎 YES THEY ARE OK!!

Mavid just talk to each other please😭 yeah it's more complicated than that, I know. But I'm begging you!!!

Also, I just want to say these days have been generally bad, so I love having this story and these characters to keep me company 💙 thank you. thank you. thank you.

Lots of talking and figuring shit out coming up! My mom always says bad days are like the wind - they come and go (didn’t make sense but it’s one of my fave quotes 🤭)

A cutie tiktok for you.

[your-time-is-gonna-come]

i feel like leftists really devalue stay-at-home parents. And I don’t mean in the “if a woman wants to be a stay-at-home mom then she should be” way.

Conservatives often point to stats about having more parental involvement (like a stay-at-home mom) leading to better outcomes for kids and use that to justify governmental action to de-incentivize working mothers.

And people on the left get caught up in incentivizing them and pushing for day-care. Which like, is fine and it works for some, and day-care is definitely useful in transitioning kids to school & developing social skills, but it 100% detracts from the issue about what’s best for the children. Obviously sending your kid to day-care is a valid option, and for some it’s the best option, but its hard to underestimate the value of close, personal, and involved management that comes from having a parent who does not work a full-time job.

I’m not saying day-care workers aren’t skilled or qualified, but I used to work with really little kids (4-6, so the day-care to school transition age). You cannot provide every single kid the environment that works for them in that setting. There are far too many kids for the number of employees. Day-cares are structured to work best for the median kid. A day-care employee can’t keep track of every single kid’s little differences that help ensure they have a positive and educational experience.

For example, when I was a little kid, I never took naps. During nap time, I just lied there and waited. It was hell. Eventually, I complained about it and my mom asked my pre-school to let me look at a picture book during nap time. That solved the problem for me, but what about a kid who gets sleepy when it’s the day-care’s playground time? what about a kid who doesn’t know to advocate for themself? what about the day-cares that aren’t that flexible or have enough staff to provide an individualized system for every kid?

Even after the day-care age, having a stay-at-home parent is really beneficial for child development! I had someone to pick me up from school and ask me how my day was, someone to help me with homework and make a home-cooked meal every night. I could have play-dates after school and on the weekend. If I wanted to do an afterschool activity that I needed a ride to, it wasn’t an automatic no. When I had to go to the doctor or dentist, the only thing we had to consider when picking an appointment time was whether I wanted to show up to school late or leave early. It meant if I got sick at school there was someone to take me home and take care of me right away without me feeling like a burden or worrying that my parent would be missing something important at work. Even now that I’m in college, if I’m filling out an urgent form or need to talk to someone, there’s someone I can call who can usually pick up the phone.

I know that this is one of the many facets of my immense privilege. But that’s my greater point! Having a child is an insane amount of commitment and labor. And it’s great that many people do it while working full-time jobs! Especially single parents! I applaud those who can do that! But, instead of just focusing on making resources available for those who choose to work, we should be working towards making it easier for a parent not to.

But the thing that I find both sides of the political aisle omitting is that the parent doesn’t need to be the mom. In addition to considering the non-heteronormative “traditional” families and those with more than two adults, we need to pay more attention to fathers! For almost my entire childhood, my dad was the stay-at-home parent. Sometimes he worked part-time but for the most part, his job was taking care of me, my brother, and my mom. Having a stay-at-home dad was insanely beneficial for my upbringing, and that’s what we should be working towards for everyone who wants it. We need to build a future where you don’t need every adult to work for pay full-time. We need a future where more badasses can happily support stay-at-home dads.

[livinwithlu]

Get to know me!

First off, I want to say that I am super excited to have a platform where I can anonymously talk, vent, or talk about my life without people getting in my business. I don't know about anyone else but that is a huge relief. I also get to tell stories about things that happen in my life, for your guy's entertainment, and trust me you're going to want to hear some of the crazy stuff that goes on. Let me tell you a bit about myself:)

First, I am staying anonymous but for the time being you can call me Lu. I am a high school student in the town I've grown up in. I don't technically do any sports anymore; however, I am involved in cheer which I have been doing since the ripe years of middle school (and boy do I have stories about that). And I have a pretty close circle of friends, not a ton (or at least real ones lol) and I'll tell you a little about them now. First, we have my two closest friends, Hallie and Kylie. I know both of them from school. I met Kylie freshman year of high school and Hallie this year, also known as sophomore year. They're both great friends and honestly not much happens between me and Hallie. I mean we are best friends so pretty much any of the drama we talk about is about other people. Kylie however has a lot of drama in her life and unfortunately for me she involves me in it.

You don't have to read all of it if you don't want to but here are some questions that sum me up pretty well ;)

What are your hobbies? Cheer, painting, art

Do you collect anything? can tabs ( LOL)

What are you passionate about? Not being underestimated

What is your most prized possession? My phone

What is the greatest accomplishment of your life? dont have one

What is on your bucket list? I haven't made on I should :)

What is your favorite recent memory? Dollywood trip

What is your best childhood memory? can't remember

What is your favorite holiday? Christmas

Who knows you best? Hallie

What family member are you closest to? My mom's mom

What skill would you most like to learn? Sign Language

Where is the coolest place you traveled? Montana

What does your average weekend look like? Sat- sleep all day maybe do something Sun- church and nap

Tell me about your longest running friendship with someone? My friendship with Layla. We have been friends for 15 yrs because our dads grew up together

What is your earliest memory? Going to Pumpkin patch for my sister's birthday

What makes you unique? I am Legally Blind

Who is your hero? don't have one

Who is the smartest person you ever met? My friend Liam

What is one thing that instantly makes your day better? a compliment

When did you first feel like an adult? When I opened my first bank account

Whose opinion do you care most about? My parents

What is the most important decision you have ever made so far? The decision to go on an important trip

Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without? My phone- I'm going to try it tho

What do you enjoy spending money on? Myself, and clothes

What is something that always makes you smile? Compliments

What are you most thankful for? My friends

What are you most looking forward to? MOVING OUT

What do you wish more people understand about you? That I'm not mean just hurting ;(

What is the greatest challenge or struggle you have ever faced? Gaining my self-esteem after losing like 40 lbs.

What is the biggest risk you ever took? I don't take risks, I should do it more often

Ok well there is some very interesting things, I might not be interesting, but my life definitely is. I'll be adding journal entries in the morning night plus at some point I might add a story from my wheel:)

[soulmate-game]

Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

—*—*—*—*—*

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[haleigh-sloth]

I wonder how Shoto must feel seeing how he didn't managed to reach Touya after everything he done? (I do think he reached Touya to an extent with the panel of them as kids and him calling Shoto by his name not his hero name) but from Shoto's perspective he must feel like he failed.

I think it’s less about feeling like a failure (though he definitely might feel that way, he just hasn’t said it yet) and more that he is shocked. Because clearly he underestimated how desperate Touya is for their dad. It’s not exactly something Shouto can personally relate to—that want. Considering how Shouto has been trying to rid himself of his dad’s attention for the majority of his life, and only very recently started accepting his dad’s attention and using it to his own advantage.

I think Shouto put his whole heart (literally lmao) into creating that move specifically for his brother. To stop him without hurting him. And Shouto CLEARLY subverted Touya’s expectations when he said this:

And following all of that, they then had a connecting moment when he pushed against Touya—you know, hence their child selves crying together. It mattered for both of them. But Shouto came at Touya from his own “we lived in the same house and it was fucked up, but you can’t kill people bruh” perspective lol. Which, yes. Those things needed to be said. Touya needs to hear that he isn’t the only one who resents their father and that the family didn’t just, not care about how he felt. Shouto saying those things PROVES that to Touya—someone openly acknowledging how messed up the situation was, and that his feelings toward the situation are valid.

Because saw how hard he took it as a kid when a sibling couldn’t share his sentiment:

So Shouto kind of making up for that lost moment meant something, obviously:

BUT—despite the things Shouto has made up for, with his words, I and many others have said it already. Shouto was never going to be the full answer. This is just my way of looking at it—but for Touya you can split his needs up into two categories: Dad, and Family. They’re one in the same, but different.

Touya already spiraled and collapsed from the neglect from his dad over and over again, when he “died”. What broke Touya completely was upon his return home after waking up and he perceived the situation as his entire family burying him:

So this is just my way of looking at it—there is Endeavor’s validation, and then there is Shouto, as a representative of the rest of the family’s validation. Touya needs both. Because as evidenced by his backstory, his mom and siblings were not enough.

Shouto was isolated from the siblings, and had too much of his dad’s attention. So it’s fair to assume he doesn’t fully grasp how desperate Touya really is. And he may not even fully grasp that Touya’s desire to kill their dad isn’t purely revenge—it’s because Touya’s love for his dad has hurt him repeatedly, by his dad’s hand. And I’m not entirely sure Shouto actually understands that. The twisted emotions Touya is experiencing. Love and hatred both, for their dad. On the surface Touya just seems like he’s vengeful—which, yes. But we as readers know it goes deeper than that—he wants his dad’s attention, love, acknowledgement, all of that. He isn’t just angry. He’s sad and heartbroken too—which is a harder psychological wound to heal than just being angry.

There was progress though—I also think it’s interesting how Shouto starts pointing out how skilled Touya actually is, rather than being something like “oh great, here we go again”. Also, it wasn’t in the fan translation (which I wasn’t a huge fan of), but in the Japanese version he referred to him as big brother Touya. It was left out on the fan scans, sadly.

But it’s just kinda cool seeing them both subtly learn more about each other and it showing very slowly in the way they talk and think toward each other. So you pointing out how Shouto might feel does make me wonder if Shouto will start to really grasp the situation soon, and vocalize that he understands now that Touya’s feelings about their dad are not simple and cannot be washed away with words or actions from just anyone.

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Content warning: homelessness, disability, poverty, the usual from your friendly neighborhood screw-up: AN UPDATE, PART TWO

This is an update to this post.

Links ahead of time:

Ko-Fi | PayPal.Me | Needs Wishlist | Car Wishlist | New Place Wishlist

As always, PayPal and cashapp are both tashabot. If it says Nova, Cat-Thulu, or has a delivery address where my name starts with an N and the zip code is 89701, that's all me.

We were supposed to sign a lease on a shitty refurbished motel room today but 1. They wanted to charge pet rent on assistance animals, and 2. They wouldn't let us have one of the rooms with an apartment-sized fridge because those rooms aren't pet-friendly, so we're back to me not being sure of what the fuck to do. I need to be able to grocery shop and prepare food because I'm fucking diabetic.

So my Toyota, the better of my two cars that I wanted to get fixed, got repossessed yesterday (March 17 - luck of the Irish, my ass). That means any of the things I needed in relation to it are gone, but it also means that I have to pay more in gas, and that I need to fix the Kia up hardcore because it's not an option anymore. I also need to drive to Sparks (~45 minutes away or so) on Monday to get my stuff out of the Toyota car, because I wasn't sure where my keys to the car were while it was being towed. And while I've paid a few things, new things have come up.

Total raised as of today: $538/$2797

Below the cut is an updated list of stuff.

A LOT OF THIS IS STRAIGHT-UP COPY-PASTED FROM THE OTHER POST.

First is that I need to re-home Kono. I've been crying about it for a few days, but it's just not fair to confine her to 250 or less sqft with Emily, who picks on her. Emily is Raven's therapy cat, and she does wonders for their mental health, but she picks on Kono something fierce. So I need to figure that out, on TOP of everything else. If I'm short on updates, this is why.

Most of the physical stuff needed can be found on the wishlists. We get SNAP benefits, so we have food covered, although I will NOT turn down unused fast food or pizza place gift cards. Also useful would be gift cards to auto parts places and tire places, or really any other gift card.

Car stuff: $50ish, depending on taxes/shipping. It’s the first three things listed on the Car Stuff wishlist.

Car insurance: I paid the late balance, but now I owe this month's. I haven't called Geico yet to remove the Toyota from my insurance, but as of now, that's, $73.

Phone Bill: I now have two months of bills because of a SNAFU, but I was able to work out a payment arrangement. The downside is that now it's for two months' worth of bills. This means I have to pay $345 on March 29th, and $345 on April 12th. Total: $690. I need to get caught up with T-Mobile so I can take one of the lines off of my plan when I move.

Title Loan: I now only have the one title loan to worry about. It's a much more reasonable amount. The next payment is $129 and it's due on April 4th. It's $395 to pay off in full.

Storage: Because we’re going to be in such a wiggly situation, my mom has agreed to let us store some of our stuff at her house, stuff I can’t or won’t get rid of (my dad’s notes and journals, my books, baking stuff, things like that), but it’ll be stored outdoors. This means I need weatherproof totes now, as well as the regular ones. I found a four-pack, and I’ll need around eight of them. They’re on the needs wishlist going for $130 a four-pack. I also found an 8-pack of the regular kind for $71. Total for totes: roughly $220 with tax.

Cat carriers: $100. If I re-home Kono I want to include a cat carrier.

U-haul: (And dump runs on the days leading up to move -we’re getting rid of a lot of stuff too. Also gas. I’m probably underestimating, fuck.) $300, including deposit.

Cat food: $25.

Cat litter: $35. We recently discovered that clay and crystal litter hurts two of our three cats’ feet and are looking to switch to a corn-cob based litter, and it’s a little pricy, but they’re legit ESA’s. They take care of us, so it’s up to us to take care of them.

Allergy meds: $9. Still need these.

Gas: Recently shot up in price to $5 a gallon so probably $200ish. Hasn't changed.

Sundries: ~$150. Raven and I both desperately need underwear and we are running out of toiletries and toilet paper.

Cigarettes: $150.

The unimportant thing on this list is still a computer. I had listed a Chromebook before I realized we may very well be traveling around a lot and I won’t be able to rely on my giant desktop computer. I need a Windows laptop in order to do freelance work (graphics, video, sound, writing, etc.) and reliably try to find jobs. The cheapest one with a screen I can reliably see (and a hard drive that isn’t laughably tiny) at my local Walmart is this one. Trying to find something equal on Amazon is frickin’ impossible so I’m left allocating roughly $400 for a new laptop. This is literally last on my list of shit I need, but it’s still important.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you so much. I appreciate you, regardless of what your situation is and whether you can financially help out. Please consider signal boosting here and on other platforms - I could use the help.

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Pleeease tell me about your roleswap au

YES YES funky-art-cactus ILY. get ready everybody i’m going to start ranting. entering my annoying arc

(here is the art btw!!)

OKAY so first of all adaine abernant who has swapped with fig. this is an adaine who has accepted LONG AGO that she wasn’t the favorite child and she was never going to live up to her parents expectations, so instead of trying or meekly protesting adaine goes into a remarkably rebellious phase where she listens to punk music and swears and smokes!!! there will always be a part of adaine who is insecure about the family she comes from and i do think a part of her arc would come from the realisation that she’s putting on some sort of persona not because she wants to because it’d be the biggest “fuck you” to her parents. and then she starts further questioning if the people around her would like her if she revealed these insecurities.... also, she’d still be a wizard (before her rebellious phase she was a real arcane nerd lol) and everybody keeps making fun of her for it lmfaoo

riz gukgak swaps with fabian!! i imagine that sklonda pushed for riz to use his dexterity and play sports instead of fixating on another mystery and losing tons and tons of sleep lmfao. he's still an inquisitive rogue, and one of the reasons he joined the bloodrush team is because he had a few suspicions about their coach. but this little guy is a BEAST on the field. he runs so fast that he practically IS the ball. they dont call him riz "the ball" gukgak for nothing!!! riz is still socially awkward but definitely tries very very hard to make friends (mainly because he cant stand upsetting his mom), but i imagine that he isn't the most popular on his team due to his inquisitive nature. this version of riz is a lot more desperate to please others and be the popular guy than the original riz is!! id say swap!riz would rather make friends than solve the mystery, which completely reverses the original. much of his arc would be him realising that pushing himself to be somebody he isnt isnt the best thing for him.

kristen applebees swaps with gorgug! this is a kristen who is remarkably insecure, probably concerning her sexuality and her faith, and definitely tends to underestimate herself. shes a cleric from the twilight domain, having grown up in the church of helio but had a religious revelation before freshman year when she started to realise that she was attracted to girls. she's much more timid and shy, and definitely tends to beat herself up a bit regarding how awkward she can be. also, since this is a swap au, i guess that would make her parents........ super supportive and nice?????? like the thistlesprings are??????? maybe they were all supportive of the church but left once they discovered how Off it all was. a lot of her arc would be about self-discovery and growing comfortable in her own skin. also tracker would swap with zelda so they'd meet each other at school :]

fabian swaps with adaine!! this fabian is more than desperate to prove himself in the eyes of both his parents and his peers. his dad already has a pretty horrible reputation, one that fabian recognises and ultimately feels shame about, so he definitely leans more into his mother's heritage than he does his father. this fabian attempts to be classy and prestigious in order to prove to his classmates that he is worthy of being there and that he is NOTHING like his father. he duels with trainers and instructors (as he is still a fighter), but i imagine he has never duelled to the death before, meaning that the first encounter he has with the corn monster is just absolutely horrifying for him lmfaoooo. like adaine, he also suffers from fairly severe anxiety, and the need to not be like his father definitely plays a role in that. i feel like his arc could go either way: either he realises that his father was never as terrible as people said he was or he accepts that he is his own person with unique motivations and aspirations, and therefore he is nothing like his dad.

FIG SWAPS WITH KRISTEN and honestly i think this one excites me the most because it's a tiefling cleric!!!!! a tiefling cleric !!!!!!!!! imagine a fig who grew up in the church of helio, who sings at church every sunday and is the lead vocalist, who was told by priests and her parents all her life that she was the "chosen one", that she was helio's beloved child. and now imagine fig waking up one day, only to see HORNS GROWING ON HER HEAD. how MORTIFYING WOULD THAT BE. this is a fig who has been told her entire life that she was going to corn heaven only to wake up one day and discover that her mom had an affair with a demon!!!!!!!!!! like wtf!!!!!! this version of fig wears a hat over her horns to hide them and is much, much more secretive about her being a tiefling than the original fig is, and spends much of the first half of fantasy high frantically attempting to keep up this holy persona. and then when that crumbles to pieces and people start noticing her horns, it becomes an inner conflict within herself in regards to her faith and her falling out with religion. her arc would concern self-discovery and finally finding out her identity outside of the church, an identity that she has been scared of revealing for so long.

and finally, gorgug thistlespring swaps with riz :] gorgug has grown up with adoptive parents all his life and was basically set to become a barbarian from the get-go. however, one day his babysitter (who most likely is swapped with another maiden, katja maybe???) disappears! and not only that, but her disappearance might be connected to his LOST DAD???? this version of gorgug is so desperate for answers regarding his birth parents and his vanishing babysitter that he basically becomes an impromptu investigator overnight. he's not great at it by any means-- his intelligence is not incredible and his lack of charisma often scares witnesses away-- but he still asks questions as much as he possibly can. he carries a metal flower that his babysitter made with him as potential evidence. if simple questions dont work, then brute force can!!!! the comedic potential is THERE-- just imagine some 6'4", absolute UNIT of a teenager walking up to you and asking if youve seen his lost babysitter. what are you supposed to say, no??? youre gonna tell this kid, who has a metal flower sticking out of his vest, no????????

thank you for asking, and thanks for reading if you did !!! :]