#childhood but grew up to wanna make things better not only for himself but to help children not grow up like he did

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TAEHYUN - MAGIC TRICK

Warnings: smut, fingering, sub fem!reader, childhood friends to lovers, slight size kink

Taehyun was already mesmerizing enough, simply because of the way he carried himself. Even without mentioning his perfectly crafted face, his elegant features, or the way his hair sprawled across his face each time it moved when it wasn't gelled out of the way. The way his eyes sparkled as they looked into yours even though you were both just friends, the way they looked like they were only meant to look into yours.

You and Taehyun had met each other as kids when your mom had forgotten to pick you up at school, and as tears rolled down your face, he was the only one to wipe them away despite being just as young as you. He always seemed to just know the right things to say, and growing up whenever you felt any emotion, he stuck by you and chose to make you feel better regardless of how you felt. As he grew older, his features matured, and you couldn't help but accept that what the things you felt towards him weren't as simple as platonic emotions. Was it something more? No, it couldn't be, right?

As you walked underneath the multicolored sky, with grey clouds shrouding the setting sun. You figured it would rain, and your house was farther than Taehyun's from the café you worked at. So here you found yourself once more, at the doorstep of his house. However, it started raining long before you could reach there and you ended up soaking wet as you rang the doorbell. Even though the both of you grew older, you couldn't help but want him beside you. As the lightning strikes behind you, Taehyun opens the door.

"Hey y/n, please come in! I was going to call you over, are you okay? Why are you standing outside in this storm?" said Taehyun with concern. But in your head, all you could think is how he looked at you with his sparkly eyes again. No! Don't look at me with those eyes...

"Hey...I just wanted to stop by, but it started storming before I could get here. I'm sorry for showing up randomly." You frowned and spoke with a slight pout on your face.

"Well, you gonna come in or not?" Taehyun smiled at you, wrapping his beautiful fingers around your wrist and his other around your waist. You could feel the contrast of his warm touch through your now cold and wet clothes. Of course, he was wearing one of those tight black compression tees with no sleeves. You could see each and every single vein of his. You could see his muscles bulging each time he swayed his arm while leading you in. You wondered what else he could do with those hands of his....

—

Ever since the day he saw you crying at school, he never wanted you to shed another tear. He never wanted a sad expression to cover your delicate eyes that blinked a little too much when they were confused or tearing up, he never wanted your lips to shake when those very tears fell, or even the corners to droop a little. After Taehyun wrapped you in a towel and led you to his room to give you some of his spare clothes to wear, which were already oversized on him, so they fit you even looser. Taehyun couldn't explain how that made him feel. He wanted to take care of you, but a part of him wanted to ruin you. He wanted to ruin you so that no one else could have you. Just him, you'd be just his forever, but he's too scared to mess up what he has already.

"Y/n, why don't you come here? You wanna drink a little bit to warm up from how chilly it's gotten outside? Plus, we can loosen up a little and just relax. You can even sleep over since the storm probably won't subside till tomorrow morning. I have magic tricks to show you!" said Taehyun enthusiastically. "Sure Tyun, I'm up for it if you are." You say as you show him the sweetest smile. He poured both you and him a shot each, and you decided to quickly go sit on the couch he was on.

As you downed the shot and plopped down onto the couch next to him. You could see a bunch of different things laid out on his coffee table, ranging from a stack of cards to small items like a coin. "What's all this for Tyun? Learning more magic tricks?" You questioned. Inside your head, you questioned if he could make your complicated feelings for him disappear instead of any of the objects. "Yeah y/n! There's some really cool ones I have to show you." said Taehyun. When he told you that he had new tricks to show you, you didn't think it would involve so many lingering touches. You were burning up, and unfortunately, Taehyun caught onto it as usual.

You usually did tend to get hot after a shot, which was originally the reason why the both of you took a shot together. But, now you felt your blood rushing to your core because Taehyun and you were both tipsy, and you knew how clingy he got after drinking a little bit. This is exactly how you got to the position of him hovering above you on the couch as you laid down, as he pulled out yet another coin from behind your ear as you looked for where it disappeared to. "Tyun, can you show me how to do a trick?" You knew that curiosity killed the cat, so why did you ask the question you just did?

Taehyun smirked. Why is he smirking? You were going to explode, and you swore this man would be the death of you. "You know a magician never reveals his tricks....but this time I'll show you exactly how to do it." said Taehyun as he moved his face just centimeters away from yours, a hint of mischief in his voice—he continued on to say, "but you have to sit back and really relax, ok y/n? You can tell me to stop any time you want. We don't even have to do this if you don't want to."

His eyes sparkled just as much they did each time he looked at you, and you could see he meant every word he was saying. "Tyun, you know I trust you with my life, right?" Your eyes reflected his as you looked into them with just as much admiration as he did. You wanted to tell him you love him horribly in this moment, but something held you back. What if he didn't want you in that way? What if—

Suddenly, you felt his warm hand on your cheek as he pulled you into a searing, passionate, and long kiss. You felt every emotion of his, every second that he longed for you, you felt every ounce of love that he held back all these years. Everything was poured into that one kiss. You tasted the shot on his lips, but you didn't want to pull away. Your feelings for him washed over you in the most dramatic waves, and you kept kissing him until you felt each atom of oxygen leave your lungs. "Tyun, I love you. Please..."

You were so needy that you could only squeeze your thighs together and whimper. "I love you more, darling. You wanna know what my magic trick is, baby? I can make my fingers disappear." said Taehyun with that smirk of his plastered onto his perfect face once again. "W- what do you mean Tyun? Please don't tease me." You blushed and hid your face to the side of the sofa, but Taehyun just put his hand on your jaw and made you look at him.

"Baby, to learn the trick, you're going to have to watch me, right?" said Taehyun. You could have came just from him being so suggestive with you. You couldn't take him being on top of you like this any longer if he didn't do anything. He made quick work of your top and bottoms and slipped your panties off of your legs slowly. "You're so beautiful for me, all for me....only for me y/n." Taehyun breathed out in a whisper.

A moan escapes your lips as soon as you see his lips latch on to your clit, he licks a stripe up your cunt and proceeds to keep eye contact just so he can make sure you're watching how dirty he's being. "T- Tyun! Mmmh—" you whimpered pathetically, and Taehyun moaned out simply because of how beautiful you sounded as you dripped onto his faux leather couch. "Baby, I'm going to show you the main part of the trick, keep watching closely okay? You're doing amazing. You'll be great at this trick darling."

He took his ring and middle finger and played around with your slick until they coated his long and slender fingers, and he slowly slipped into you inch by inch. "Tyuuun! I can't—'s too much!" You moaned out and and teared up, it's not that it hurt, but it's that it felt too good that you felt like you'd lose your mind.

"Baby, you can take it. Take your time, I'm right here." said Taehyun as he brought his face back up to you, placed the hand gripping your hips on to your cheek, and left another long kiss with his plush and swollen lips onto yours. You tasted yourself on him, and you felt even more intoxicated and dizzy than you did after getting tipsy from that shot. "a- ahhh please Tyun...please move. Do something, please!" You begged him. After all, he couldn't ever reject a request from his princess. "At your command, darling" Taehyun said in a raspy manner.

Taehyun managed to brush against your most sensitive spot each time he moved his fingers, and it felt so good that it didn't even take him many strokes until you were screaming his name. "Tyun!! Please, I- I mmmh— cumming!!!" You mewled as tears rolled down your pretty face. Taehyun looked up at you like you were his world as you came down from your high, because you were his world.

"Told you I'd make my fingers disappear baby, think you can show me if you can make something else disappear next?" Taehyun whispered into your ear, as he proceeded to leave marks onto your neck.

The only thing he couldn't make disappear even if he could.

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it’s cold, please come in.

he is awful with the holidays. having grown up with divorced parents, it was never enjoyable. so when he ditches his family, he finds himself at your porch. (kozume kenma)

warnings; lots of swearing (sorry)

sfw, gender neutral

“this is why we can’t have a normal fucking christmas!” kenma’s mom shouted at his dad. this was typical— they tried having a joined christmas every other year.

and kenma was always forced to attend.

he hated this. he hated the yelling. he hated the arguing. he hated when the throwing would start. luckily, only food.

“you can’t do one damn thing right! look at what you did to our son!” his dad yelled back, picking up a piece of bread and throwing it at the wall. “he’s pathetic!” “i’ve done more than your pitiful ass. i’m a ceo for fuck’s sake! but, you wouldn’t know that because, you’re a damn deadbeat!” kenma finally spoke up— “i fucking hate doing this shit. you’re grown ass adults. so fucking act like it!” kenma stormed out the house as his parents yelled— telling him to come back inside.

kenma would rather freeze than deal with that.

he left his keys, jacket, and phone— not even bothering to go back for them.

kenma walked around the downtown area, every store was closed. aside from a few cheap restaurants.

he felt frustrated still. and cold— very cold. his skin grew tight from it. his lips were also chapped— worse than they had been before.

—

soon, kenma found himself in a neighborhood— one he’s known since his childhood. one he stayed in before his parents had their nasty divorce. one— that has your house. that has the house kuroo once occupied but, now a new family lives in.

he subconsciously walks to your home. it was now owned by you— since your guardians decided to travel.

he knocks— five times, in the secret pattern created by you both and kuroo.

he hears shuffling— a small bang followed by an ‘ow, fuck’. then, the door opens, with you standing in the dark entryway. “ken? what are you doing out here? where’s your jacket!? get inside, now. please, it’s freezing.” you pulled his arm and nearly shoved him inside.

“why were you out there?” “just wanted to go for a walk,” kenma mumbled, taking off his shoes and leaving them near the door. “kenma, i’m serious. was it— was it your parents again?” kenma froze, only for a second. and he nodded. “i’m sorry, ken... i’ll make some tea, go ahead and sit on the couch.” you made your way to the kitchen, being sure to turn on the lights so you don’t run into anything again.

when you returned with the tea, kenma was sat on the couch— with his forearms resting on his knees and his face in his hands. “wanna talk about it ken…?” you put the tea cup on your coffee table, not caring for the coasters at the moment. “i just— they always do this. they know it will end in shit but, they still do it!” he exclaimed, falling back on the couch. “time and time again, i think ‘hey maybe it’ll be better this year’ but, it just never is. i keep giving them chances and— i fucking can’t anymore.” kenma sat up, and picked up the cup of tea. “my dad… he called me pathetic. he isn’t in my life enough to know what i am. he didn’t care enough to remember that i’m— actually successful.” “i’m so sorry ken. i— what can i do? for you?” kenma shrugs, “just— be here. i dunno, i just don’t feel like… being around people… except for you. i guess…” he mumbled into his cup, and took a drink. you whisper an ‘okay’ and sat closer to him.

“thanks for letting me in, by the way.” you quietly laughed at this, “don’t thank me for being a decent person.” “i’m serious… it means a lot… christmas has always been hard… well, christmas eve.” you placed your head on his shoulder, “i get that. but, i’m more than happy to have you here. i don’t want you to feel like you need to thank me. especially for me just doing something for the person i love.” kenma blushed— you’d been friends for years, of course— but, you’ve only ever used that for each other once— twice now. “love?” you nodded and hummed.

“yeah, of course. i love you.”

“i love you too.” kenma smiled, “i love you, love you.” you emphasized the first ‘love you’.

“love me, love me? like— you know…” he spoke shyly. “yeah… like that.” “me too,” he moved closer and shakily placed his hand on yours.

you sat up completely, and looked at him—

“i’m happy i came,” “i am too.” you leaned in and kissed him— just a small, soft kiss.

“merry christmas, kenma.” “merry christmas.”

hey….. projected just a little bit……

anyways.

i hope you all had a good holiday. if any of you dealt with bad family— my heart goes out to you.

i love you all, truly. and please know that blood doesn’t always equal family. family is who treats you with care. family can be your friends. or your friends’ family. family can be your partner and their family. it’s who loves you and handles you gently.

thank you so much for following along and supporting my event.

i love you all. <3

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someone else on here suggested the idea of a Bro zone story where Branch gets turned back into a little Kid and the Brothers consider the idea of leaving him like that and starting again and I just wanna talk about this idea a little more.

like imagine it as an episode of a Tv show or something yeah I know its probably a bit too heavy and serous but hey its fun to imagine lol.

cause this idea has some sweet emotional potential like for whatever reason Branch is somehow magically turned back into a little kid and he's lost pretty much all of his life memories.

so he's well and truly naïve innocent and carefree again and Despite them eventually figuring out a way to turn him back to normal there's a bit of a divide as to Wether they should.

maybe early on in the episode Branch has a big argument with his Brothers yet again probably due to one of his paranoid or overcautious tendencies annoying them so much finally causing them to call him out on it.

and Branch hits back at him only being this way in part because of them because he had to be to make himself feel safe and have piece of mind since he had no one else and he storms off into the woods.

which is where he gets affected by something that transforms him back into a child with no memories.

I imagine JD would be the first one to suggest the idea of leaving him this way as in a way it'd give him a chance to fix one of his biggest mistakes.

as they could stick around and be there for Branch growing up like they weren't before and he could get a chance at a normal childhood without the Burden of Grandma's death traumatising him throughout his life.

not 100 percent sure about the other's reactions I feel Floyd would be against it at first feeling it isn't their place to make such a life changing choice for him.

but who knows maybe he'd be Tempted after JD guilts him over his broken promise.

maybe Clay would also be against it but Bruce to everyone's surprise actually sides with JD secretly showing a bit of deeper guilt over the whole thing.

being a parent himself and thinking no one should have to grow up that quickly by themselves and thinking of it as if it were one of his children and how he wouldn't want that for them.

so yeah it leads to a nice bit of Drama between the brothers btw I wouldn't have poppy involved in this story as its obvious what she'd choose and I kinda feel like she wouldn't even allow a Debate as far as this is concerned.

given she loves Branch and likely wouldn't even entertain the idea of permanently changing him from the man she's with currently.

anyway in the end of the story obviously the Bros do change him back after tearfully saying a final goodbye to the young innocent Branch who they hadn't seen in decades and who they'll never see again.

with Grown up Branch not having any Memory of anything that happened and the episode ends with maybe something like all the Bros sat around having dinner.

and one of the Bros out of somber curiosity asks Branch if he ever thought about changing the past so things could have been different for him.

but Branch actually kinda surprises them by saying that he has thought about it but he realises that just isn't the way life is meant to work ultimately your experiences do help shape who you are.

and he doesn't think its really helpful to look back on the past at least not anymore given the amount of time he used to spend doing that and he just thinks its better to accept the past and make the best of the present.

making his bros all hug him while sobbing in an over the top way because of how wise their baby bro grew up to be while Branch is just confused as to what is happening 😂😂😂😂

like I said I feel there's some very cute emotional potential with this little story idea.

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undeniable | porter gage x female! sole survivor

a/n: am i finally back on my bullshit, uploading on a random sunday night? this is different from what i usually write, but hey! im definitely writing something. im too tired to revise or edit this bc its 12 AM, so ill look it over in the morning. just thought i'd post something silly.

♡ based off a modern au where gage and the sole survivor are childhood bestfriends in another life.

For as long as Gage can remember, she’s been a burden. Being nearly five years older than her and her guardian -- or her best friend, as she likes to call him -- he’s always felt inclined to watch over her. He doesn’t know why, he knows he doesn't necessarily need to, but the thought of abandoning her feels wrong. So he tries to find reasons as to why -- was it because they both grew up in terrible conditions together and only had each other? Or was it because he knew the moment he let her dumbass go into the real world alone, she’d somehow get herself killed? 

He shakes his head. Finding a reason was nothing but a waste of time, his mind overworking itself more than it already was. He dumbs it down to simply getting used to the routine of caring for her since they were children. If he fucks up his schedule now, he’d have to go through the trouble of rearranging everything around once again and readjust to his new lifestyle. 

‘Yeah,’ he thinks to himself, unlocking his apartment door, twisting the knob, ‘It’ll be nothing but fucking trouble.’ 

Once he pushes the door open, his boots thumping against the tiled floor of his apartment, he sees her sitting on the couch, distracted by the show playing on the television. His eyes darted over to the coffee table in front of her, papers and open textbooks strewn across the poor thing, obviously untouched and just displayed prettily to mimic the idea that she was being productive. 

With a low grumble, he tosses his bag on the counter nearby and takes off his boots before grabbing the remote lying on the couch. She’s so invested in her little show that she barely even notices him walking in with a scowl and an annoyed sigh. Sole jumps when the television shuts off suddenly, a gasp leaving her lips before turning her head to the side. 

“Hey, I was watching!” she whines, already rising from the couch to pick another fight with him. He doesn’t show any reaction and instead, crosses his arms with an unimpressed expression while he holds the remote hostage. 

She tries her best to grab it from his hand but he rolls his eyes, gently pushing her back down onto the couch. 

“Quit watchin’ and start studyin’. Yer not gonna get shit done like this.” 

She huffs angrily, her eyes narrowing at him, “Gage, a little break wouldn’t hurt every once in a while.” 

“And what have you accomplished since I left for work this afternoon?” 

Sole swallows nervously, her mouth going dry at his questions as she opens and closes it, trying her best to stand her ground. He raises a brow, giving her a chance to respond and redeem herself, but he already knows. She was a fool for thinking she could get away with such a lie, knowing that Gage knew her better than anyone else.

“Thought so,” he stuffed the remote in the back of his pocket, “Now be a good girl and finish yer damn work. I’m not paying yer tuition for you to fuck around.” 

Sole groans but listens obediently, pulling the coffee table closer to her. She grabs her laptop and unlocks it, opening her notes before reaching over to snatch one of her textbooks. 

“I don’t understand why you’re on my ass about my studies so much, Gage,” she complains, highlighting something in her book a bit roughly, “You didn't even finish high school, so why does it even matter?” 

He doesn’t spare her much of an answer, walking over to the kitchen to find something to cook for them, “Exactly my point. You wanna be better than me.”  

“But you make so much money, you’re able to provide for both of us!” she throws her hands in the air, desperately trying to prove a point to her stubborn roommate, who seemed to be firm on his words.

“That’s only because I got connections. Now shut your mouth and study.” 

He doesn’t find much in the fridge nor the cabinets, silently setting a reminder in his mind to do a grocery run first thing tomorrow before work. Eventually, he decides to heat up some leftovers they had for lunch and cut up some fruit for her to snack on while she did her work. It’s shit, he knows, but it’ll do till tomorrow. 

He makes his way back to the living room, plopping on the couch next to her and setting the food on the coffee table, maintaining a good distance between their dinner and her work. The last thing he wanted was to spill anything on her laptop and notes -- it would only give her another reason not to be productive. 

He doesn’t say much, but his eyes flicker over to her for a moment, a small smile on his face at the sight of her seemingly focused on her work now, a sense of satisfaction overcoming him. Gage leans back on the couch, pulling his phone out to distract himself while he kept her company in the living room. He takes a few bites of his portion of the leftovers, glancing at Sole here and there to ensure she was still on track. 

It’s a peaceful few minutes, he can’t recall how long, as they both sit in silence, her music playing softly in the background to fill up the white noise. Suddenly, he hears a sigh, sounding a bit defeated, and his eyes set on her sulking figure. 

“Gage, I know that you want the best for me, but I’m nearly twenty-three and you still treat me like a kid.” he stares at her, not showing any reaction but notices how she refused to make eye contact with him, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop. 

When she doesn’t get a response, she closes her eyes before turning her body towards him, her expression serious, but he can see right through her. She’s pleading, but not in an annoying bratty way like she usually does, so he decides to listen to her troubles. 

She scoots closer to him and he watches, his phone long forgotten in his hand, “I’m really grateful for you and all that, but you need to trust that I can do well in school and balance my time. You can’t take care of me forever.” 

Instead of getting a response like she’d hope for, she was met with the usual silence he often provided her when she tried to set her boundaries. With an irate expression, she turned back to her laptop, her face flushed in embarrassment, feeling like her words vanished into thin air. 

She should’ve known better than to talk to Gage — he was a man of few words and she didn’t know why she expected him to at least say something to show that he at least cared about her feelings one way or the other.

Before she could continue studying to hide her embarrassment and anger, she hears his voice and freezes. 

“I know.” his voice is gravelly, a bit of exhaustion mixed into it, and her head shoots to him, a bit stunned at his broken silence. Her eyes are wide, body paralyzed at the sudden response. There’s a slight flush on his face but she convinces herself it’s the lighting. 

Definitely. 

He knows she’s waiting for more than just that and he sighs, crossing his arms as he makes eye contact with her the best he can without losing his shit, “Just want you to have a good future. Want you to live a better life than what I’m giving you right now before I send you off.” 

Suddenly, she’s overcome with guilt and she immediately leans over to him, her hands finding his as she cuts him off, “No, that’s not what I meant!”

With another breath, she composes herself before speaking. 

“Gage, you’ve given me everything I’ve wanted and needed, the last thing I’ll ever do is criticize your care for me. I don’t plan on leaving your side, even when I get a better life.” 

His heart twinges and his feelings for her resurface, but he pushes it down. 

She pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie, playing with the fabric with her fingers, “I just want you to trust me more. I know I’ve been slacking a bit, but I’d never fail school, especially when I know you’re working hard to provide for both of us and paying for my tuition. I’d never do that to you.”

“Wouldn’t say I’m working hard,” he downplays it, not wanting her to fret about such a miniscule matter. 

She groans, “You work twelve hour shifts everyday. Sometimes fourteen!”

He shrugs nonchalantly and Sole pouts at his stubbornness, smacking his arm with annoyance. Gage bites back a smirk, amused by her behavior and catches her wrist midair, her eyes rolling. Instead of providing her with a response, he digs in his pocket and hands her the remote to the TV and her eyes light up, a smile forming on her pretty face. His heart aches at the sight. It was such a small action but it was more than enough to validate her feelings. 

“Thank you, you’re the best!” she jumped over, throwing her arms around his neck as she embraced him tightly. 

His face flushed heavily and tried to seem annoyed to cover it up but the stutter in his voice and the tenseness of his shoulders gave it away. Gage pushed her away with his hand as he groaned quietly, “I get it, don’t need to be so damn happy about it.” 

However, she pecked his cheek and he froze instantly, his body paralyzed and his voice raising in embarrassment, “Q-Quit it!”

She giggles and doesn’t take much offense to his words, knowing that he was nothing but a big softie for her. As she released him, she smiled at him happily once more before turning to the TV and putting her show back on. 

Gage rubbed the spot where she kissed, his face a deep red as he tried to regain his composure. Suddenly, he pushes down the real reason of why he refused to leave her side for the millionth time, reminding himself that there were several other possibilities other than that. 

‘What a damn burden,’ he thinks to himself, desperately trying to fight back his feelings for her, his eyes glued to her gleeful form next to him. 

Suddenly, her kiss lingered on his skin a little too long, the feeling of her arms around him marking his skin, and he’s left absolutely horrified, realizing that he could no longer convince himself otherwise. 

Maybe accepting it was better than constantly running and Gage thinks it over for a moment but ultimately shakes his head, wanting to do anything but that. 

‘Just a stupid thought. Some stupid fucking feelings,’ he settles for that answer but knows deep down that he’s already lost the battle, his heart hammering in his chest. 

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My favorite fix-it au is the one where Oliver's parents are actually poor, and his dad dies. so here are some very specific cattonquick winter break headcanons. mostly Oliver's pov because I relate to being poor and in love with Felix

it's the winter break of their sophomore year

they are already dating

(still took them a fucking eternity to get together. I'd say they started dating at the end of Oliver's first summer at Saltburn. Felix was getting tired of making moves with no reciprocation, and Oliver just didn't know???? that he was???? making moves???? on him???? and at the end of the summer Oliver had a massive panic attack because he got so used to them being together all the time, and he wasn't sure they'd be this close at oxford. and because Felix is his entire support system, he goes to him for comfort. my poor boy. Felix is scared and is like 80% sure Oliver's mom died or something. then he's even more scared because Oliver is crying and panicking but doesn't want to talk about it. then Oliver whispers, "I just don't wanna lose you, I really fucking love you, Felix". and Felix is like "shit, Ollie, mate, are you telling me we could've been done with all this pining stuff like four months ago?")

but I digress. they are already dating

Oliver is invited to Saltburn for Christmas. because Christmas is a family holiday and Felix always celibates at home

Felix has to negotiate no gifts for visitors policy with his mother because there is no way Ollie would feel comfortable exchanging paperback books for some antique watch

(btw sorry for my unreliable depiction of british upper-class society. I'm poor and eastern european)

Oliver stays at Felix's room this time. and it's a little awkward because everyone knows, but at the same time perfect because they can stay in Felix's bed for as long as they want, go have some breakfast, and come right back to cuddling in Felix's bed

the dinner is great if a little Catton family intence. they also have this awkward moment when everyone decides to talk about how much they support gay rights

(Oliver is wearing old Felix's clothes, obviously. it feels really comforting and only a bit embarrassing)

Felix lays on Oliver's chest (because he's the ultimate little spoon, and I'll die on this hill) and tell him about his family and their weird rich people holiday traditions

Oliver plays with his hair in pure fucking bliss and adds something from time to time so Felix knows he hasn't fallen asleep

and then Felix has to bring this shit up again

ever since they went to Oliver's mom, Felix decided he needed to fix this woman's life and her relationship with her son for the sake of solving all Oliver's problems

(they haven't talked for two weeks when Oliver found Felix was paying his mother's therapy bills. Felix was terrified they might break up. Oliver mostly avoided him and cried)

so Felix once again says how nice it would be to go to Oliver's mom for the New Year

it's the same argument they keep having, really. Felix says, "she is trying to get better." and Oliver responds with, "but does she? get any better?" if he has energy to argue about it. most of the time he doesn't

because for his whole life, Felix only encountered broken things he was able to fix. and Oliver doesn't have it in himself to show Felix that some broken things can not be fixed or are not worth the effort to do it. because he's scared Felix would see he's just one of those broken things

so he agrees

the flat is cleaner than Oliver remembers from his childhood but is still probably the filthiest place Felix has ever seen

they still decide to clean the kitchen before making dinner (and have to do an enormous amount of googling first because Felix grew up in a mansion, and Oliver grew up in a dysfunctional family, not ideal circumstances to develop any useful skills really)

they planned the dinner in the car. something Felix likes, something Oliver knows how to cook, something they've seen at the dining hall on the last New Year

Oliver's mom gives them money to buy food, but it doesn't cover half of what they planned. Felix pays for everything like it's nothing. and Oliver wants to die from embarrassment on the spot. because yes, Felix knows he's fucking poor but knowing and seeing are too different things

the dinner itself is awkward. they don't know what to talk about. his mom doesn't really know what he studies or does in his free time. and he isn't any better, all he knows is that she drinks and goes to AA meetings. she is also not openly homophobic, but she does that thing where she acts like Felix and him are just really close friends. or maybe it's the way she would've treated his girlfriends, too. he wouldn't know, Felix is the first person he brought here

at midnight, they eat a surprisingly decent cake Oliver's mom brought from a local bakery. his mom doesn't drink because she is "two months sober" (it's not than Oliver doesn't believe her, he just doesn't think it makes any difference now) and goes to sleep shortly after

Oliver invites Felix for a walk

they go along the streets, Oliver grew up walking, and drink a bottle of champagne Oliver brought in his bag

Felix doesn't ask about his family. but he asks about school, books he saw in old Oliver's room, local urban legends (he's weirdly fascinated with them), and his favorite childhood snacks

Oliver answers. he also can't stop looking at Felix ever since he noticed snowflakes on his eyelashes

they finish the bottle, kiss a little before heading back to Oliver's mom place

they sleep on a tiny bed in Oliver's old room (smaller than ones in oxford dorms if it's even possible). it takes Felix about an hour to fit himself properly

(all the jokes Felix made about having sex in both their childhood rooms end up being just jokes because there's not much you can do when it took all of your concentration just to stop yourself from falling off the bed)

in the morning, Oliver's mom cooks them eggs. she also hugs Oliver really tight before they leave. Oliver doesn't remember her hugging him like this when he was leaving for the first time

Felix looks proud of himself, and Oliver doesn't feel like pointing out an empty bottle in the trash, the one they didn't drink. instead, he chose to believe for a day that relapse is actually part of recovery, and other things Felix keeps telling him about

they drive to oxford mostly in silence. a great, comforting one. sometimes Felix tells him some campus gossip, and they make bets on who slept with whom during the break

Oliver is a bit tired, and his back hurts. but he also feels okay. feels great. feels like there's no other shoe to be dropped any time soon

[bruhstation]

Henry has ever been sick?

yeah, a few times especially throughout his childhood/adolescence. he's also narcoleptic and asthmatic, but overall his health is pretty well nowadays. though, there were several events in his life where his health conditions prevented him from getting what he wanted, like when he couldn't get into an art school he wanted because he was sick the day before its entrance exam.

(ramble about his health conditions and backstory under the cut. oops)

the thing is that he doesn't like being coddled or pitied for his disabilities/illnesses. sure, he can be quite the worrier and thinks about the many ways things could go wrong, but he's especially disturbed whenever others do it to him.

during his high school years, he grew bitter and hated how his friends went from being playful and joking around him to coddling and taking pity on him after he got his narcolepsy diagnosis. they used to joke about how he likes to fall asleep during class and say that he probably likes staying up late, something that henry didn't mind because he knew they're all light-hearted. but then he told his friends that he got his narcolepsy diagnosis, and everyone immediately took pity on him and treated him like he's some kind of fragile object. they went from "oh!! hey guys look, it's henry!! wanna play volley after school?" to "is your bag heavy henry? hey guys make way for henry. hey henry it's okay if you don't wanna join PE today". he could only bitterly nod because no matter how much he told everyone to quit it, they just assumed that henry is tired at himself and not at them.

his parents were understanding of his frustrations but teenager henry -- even though he's grateful that they're much better than his friends -- felt like they'll never be able truly understand how he felt. so he developed a sharp tongue and mean personality so people can understand that he's okay and no different from any other kid out there. he even wore big coats so people can feel "intimidated" by him. it worked, but in the process, he pushed everyone away. people respected and feared him, but nobody truly wanted to be his friend. nothing is working out. young henry became more tired and alone than ever....

....but things aren't done just yet!

[bowiebond]

If you write do you think you could like... write the breeding kink/seahorse dad thing because i will find that nowhere else i think

BET

TITLE: BEAUTIFUL BOY (FEELS GOOD TO ME)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40418844

INSPIRED BY: “Eddie is stealth trans but totally cool being a seahorse dad because he wants a fuck ton of kids so he can give them a better childhood than he had. So when Eddie heard about Steve’s little dream of six nuggets and road trips, all forlorn because Steve couldn’t have that with Eddie since they’re both guys, he considered it peak romance and decided his strap on would stayed packed for now, since they should start sooner rather than later, “right big boy?” “

CW: Non-SFW, coming out, unsafe binding, a bit of sub!Steve and soft dom!Eddie, first time as a couple, these two are disgustingly in love and Steve is trying so hard to make Eddie comfortable ;-; It was supposed to be filthy and ended up very romantic and sweet actually.

Words: 7.2k

“It’s just- it’s dumb.” It was late into the evening, too early into the morning, and Steve was tucked away in Eddie’s musty van, the smoke from their joints visible in the air. The smell of it overpowered the musk of Eddie’s hunk of junk, and Eddie was sprawled back on the thick blanket that covered the hard, cold floor.

He was generally eye-catching, but curls spread out in a dark halo and smiling at nothing with those dimples and twinkling brown eyes, he was mesmerizing. Steve liked Eddie like this. He liked Eddie, full stop. He bagged the nerdiest, loudest, hottest boyfriend in all of Indiana, and he couldn’t help but be smitten by the very sight of him every day.

“No, no, don’t say that.” Eddie patted his chest, taking a hit and blowing up little rings before shooting smoke right through them with a grin. “I wanna hear it. You’ve been so quiet since movie night with those twerps, babe.”

Steve had been quiet. He hadn’t meant to get so in his head about it, but he had been thinking about the future again. He always got depressed when he thought about it, unsure of what would be. But since figuring out his feelings for Eddie, coming to terms with it, dating him... One thing about reality had come to him with a glaring clarity.

Seeing Eddie interact with the teens on movie night, indulging in Dustin’s ranting about the movie choices, his left occupied by Steve and his right coveted by El who had taken a quick liking to him, the girl cuddled under his arm as she held Max’s hand, sharing her sight with the blind girl so she could enjoy it too like old times, Max snuggling with Lucas.

It had been damn near domestic, and Steve’s heart had ached at the thought that in less than three years the kids would be grown up and go their own ways, gone for good and rarely returning as a pack. Steve would never have a chance to feel that warmth of a big family again outside maybe the occasional holiday. He had indulged himself in for the past few years with the party but when he looked at the teenagers, then to Eddie, the guy he was pretty sure he was going to live the rest of his life with as sappy as it sounded, he had broken his own heart.

One day the choice would present itself. Would Steve chose a life with Eddie and Eddie alone, or would they part ways so Steve could have the dream life with his big family and loving wife. He didn’t want to make that choice, he wanted both in a perfect world, and the depressing thoughts had made it hard to work up a idle conversation with anyone.

“I...I have this dream.” Steve admitted softly, lips loose from the weed.

“I have a lot of those. What’s your dream, baby?”

“Well, I like kids.” Eddie hummed, encouraging him to continue. “I’ve always wanted a big family, Eddie. I grew up an only child and I was- I was lonely. Then I met the kids and the longer I hung out with them, babysitting them, I realized I really wanted my own. I even had this dumb dream back when I was dating Nancy, imagining me and her with a gaggle of six kids, three girls, three boys, maybe even a dog too. And during the holidays, I thought we could all pile into a caravan and go across the country. Stop in California. Learn to surf, get a tan...” He let out a scoff at his own imagination. “It’s dumb, but I keep thinking about it. The kids...they won’t be kids much longer. They’re gonna leave the nest and...”

“You don’t wanna be lonely again.” Eddie filled in for him and Steve groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“But I won’t be! I’ll still have you. Robin. The kids will visit.”

“But it won’t be like having that dream family of six anymore.” Steve’s ears burned with embarrassment.

“Yeah...”

“You know, I always hoped I’d have at least one kid.” Eddie admitted in a whisper. Steve stared up at him as Eddie tapping his ringed finger against his own cheek, looking thoughtful. “My dad did a shit job raising me. I had sworn off kids at fifteen, not wanting to fuck it up too, but my Uncle...He restored my hope in one day having a family. Didn’t have to be conventional, but I wanted it. Even if it was just me and a little tyke of my own.”

“I’m sorry.” Steve didn’t know why he felt like he was going to cry, but he was gonna blame the weed for making him emotional if Eddie teased him later.

“Hey Stevie, baby, why are you apologizing?” Eddie looked down at him and laughed softly as his little lip tremor, brown eyes glossy as Steve looked away. “Nooo, baby don’t cry.” He cupped his cheek and kissed his face, trying to wipe away his tears with his love and affection.

“Come on, talk to me, baby, why the tears?” He hummed against his freckles, nuzzling his temple. Steve felt like such a big baby, but he couldn’t help the lump in his throat.

“Cause I can’t give you a baby, Eddie. I can’t give you a family.” He wiped away his tears roughly, sniffling. “Cause we’re both guys, and it sucks.”

“Oh sweetheart...” Eddie cooed, kissing the shaking from his lips with little pecks. “You want a baby, we can have a baby, you big sap.”

“Really?” Steve knew Eddie was just trying to calm him down by feeding into his delusions, but its nice to hear.

“Yeah, baby, you want a family? I’ll make it happen.” Eddie grinned, kissing him sweetly. Steve hummed into it, placing his joint blindly aside in the ashtray before sinking his hands into Eddie’s hair. He loved kissing Eddie. They had been dating a while now, but Eddie had been pretty selfless regarding their sex life. He always focused on Steve’s pleasure, never even getting undressed with Steve despite the man pouting about it. Eddie had assured him he was happy though and Steve had settled into the fact that Eddie might not be the kind of person who liked being touched like that, as unfathomable as it seemed to Steve’s horny brain.

He wasn’t going to force something that Eddie wasn’t onboard with. He could live with blowjobs and getting finger-fucked for eternity if it meant having Eddie in his life as his partner. In fact, it wasn’t an awful compromise. As much as Steve would like to return the favor, he was getting off and getting kisses. Nothing much to complain about.

It didn’t stop him from making the lazy, smoke-hazed kiss downright filthy, groaning into Eddie’s mouth as the man sneaked a chilly hand under his waistband to get a handful of his ass. Eddie was shameless about his desire for Steve, and he loved it.

He let out a muffled yell as Eddie rolled onto his back, pulling him along by the waist. He straddled Eddie’s hips and pushing his hair back from his face as he broke the kiss.

“You’re too good for me, Eds.” He sighed, staring down at Eddie with adoration. “I know its dumb, getting so caught up in the future, but I do dream. I wish that it could be you, me and six little nuggets.”

“Six little nuggets, Christ, we might have to compromise on three, four if you want an even ratio of boys and girls, Harrington.” Eddie giggled.

“Nope, six, it’s gotta be six, Munson.“ Steve insisted with a dumb, lovesick grin. “I even got the names already picked out.”

“Oh, I wanna hear this.”

“For girls, Joy, Hope and Crystal.”

“Stevie, baby, people are gonna think their parents are hippies.”

“Shh, shh, they’re good names.”

“Awful, we aren’t naming any of our kids after a rock.”

“Joy for Joyce, Eddie. Hope is cute.”

“Hope is passable. I will let you have Joy. But not Crystal.”

“Whatever, this is all hypothetical anyway, Eds.” Steve rolled his eyes with a scoff. “And for boys-”

“Eddie Junior.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Van Helsing.”

“We are not-”

“Zeppelin.”

“I will kill you if you name our child Zeppelin.”

“Okay, okay...How about Phil? Or Taylor?”

“Is it after a band member?”

“...Maybe.” Eddie admitted with a soft pout and Steve sat back with a laugh, back supported by Eddie’s knees. He looked down at his boyfriend, smiling softly as the man grinned back, smoothing his hands up his thighs with a hum, curling up to meet Steve halfway in a quick kiss. “Taylor’s nice though.”

“Taylor is nice. But it wasn’t any of my picks.”

“A point for Taylor. That can replace Crystal.” He teased and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Timothy.”

“Timmy? Really?”

“William.”

“Oh, Will might cry if you do that.”

“And...Wayne.” Eddie’s brows jumped up, big brown eyes going soft.

“Really?”

“It’s a good name. And we’re currently sharing my imaginary word, so you can have that.”

“Baby.” Eddie heaved up and wrapped his arms around Steve’s middle, burying his face in his chest. “I would love that.”

“I know.” Steve’s heart ached, knowing it wasn’t a reality, but it was nice talking about the future as if all their dreams would come true.

“I know this is supposed to be a super sweet moment, Stevie, but talking about our future kids makes me really wanna get started on just that.” Eddie kissed at his ticklish neck and Steve laughed, shoving his shoulder playfully.

“Is that what does it for you?” Steve joked. “Kids?”

“Ugh, don’t say it like that, Stevie, gross.” Eddie groaned, grunting as he tipping them both, Steve’s back hitting the fluffy blanket with a cackle. Steve allowed himself to be silenced by Eddie’s lips, humming softly as he wrapped his arms around his neck.

Eddie’s hands found the button of his jeans and Steve moaned, dick stirring in anticipation. Eddie broke the kiss, pressing little pecks to the corner of his lip, lips pressed against his flushed cheek as he focused on getting his zipper down and the denim shimmed as far as it could go with the little space between them.

“Eddie,” He sighed, rocking into Eddie’s warm palm as the metalhead kissed down his jaw. Eddie let out a soft curse as Steve squeezed his hips with his thighs, a weakness Steve had tagged into early and loved teasing him with. Eddie might not want to touch every base, but he sure did react when Steve hit the ball far enough out.

“Jesus, Stevie, you have no idea...” Eddie squeezed the outline of his cock, slipping his hand under the waistband to thumb at the sensitive slit. Steve hissed, the air cold against the head of his cock.

“Come on, Eddie, tell me. Tell me everything you wanna do...” He liked Eddie’s voice, liked how low and smooth it was in the heat of the moment. He wanted to hear everyone of Eddie’s desires and fulfill every single one.

“Shit.” Eddie pulled back with a sharp inhale, pushing his bangs back as his other hand continued to slowly stroke his boyfriends cock. He liked Steve’s dick, pink and pretty like he had imagined it to be. He was more than a little obsessed with Harrington’s pretty dick, dark chest hair and the little spots on his soft tummy that protruded just above the waistband of his jeans as of recent. Love induced cushioning, he dubbed it, much to Steve’s grumbling. Eddie had softened a little in the middle with the addition of Steve’s frequent home cooking.

He loved Steve’s body so damn much.

“This is probably really poor timing-”

“If you kill the mood right now, Eddie, I will make fuzzy dice out of your balls and hang them on my rear-view mirror.” Steve groaned, bucking into Eddie’s hand.

“Good luck with that.” Eddie laughed nervously, eyes zeroed in on Steve’s dark pink lips, parted with little gasps of pleasure. Fuck, he should have said something months ago when Steve asked him out. He was way too deep in for this not to hurt if it went sideways.

“Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop.” He twisted his wrist and licked his lips, bending down to kiss Steve hard. Steve melted like he always did, open and eager. Steve’s desire for him had become addicting, relieving in a way, and Eddie felt anxiety fester in his heart as he kissed Steve breathless.

“Steve.” He squeezed his cock and stopped all together, Steve letting out a soft whine.

“Eddie, don’t tease me, fuck.” Steve spared him a look, flushed and hair mused and Eddie wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted.

“Steve, I gotta tell you something.”

“It can’t wait?” Steve complained, but he held Eddie’s gaze, focused on his pinched brows and bobbing throat. “Okay. Fuck, okay, I’m listening.” He was being blue balled by Eddie’s damn kicked puppy expression and he’d like to wipe it off his face quickly so they could go back to kissing.

“I, uh, I should have told you forever ago. Nobody really knows outside my Uncle, I knew pretty young and was real stubborn, so I didn’t want anyone knowing shit-”

“Eddie, cut to the chase. I can handle it.” Steve huffed a soft laugh, reaching up to hold his face and caress his thumb against his cheek. Eddie leaned into it with with a sigh, smiling sadly.

“I wasn’t born a guy, Stevie. I don’t know if you know much about, uh, transgenderism, but that’s me. Transgender.”

“You’re...transgender?” The word sounded familiar, but it was much like the term ‘lesbian’ and ‘bisexual’. He hadn’t been aware of what it really meant to people until Robin told him.

“Yeah.” Eddie cleared his throat.

“So...you were born a girl?” He couldn’t see it. Eddie was pretty, sure, but in a boyish way. And his body - even if it was only his silhouette, it was masculine. Broad shoulders, narrow hips. Sure, he wore layers and his hands were daintier than Steve’s, and his thigh filled out a pair of jeans in an almost obscene manner, but that hadn’t seemed feminine. It was just Eddie’s style, Eddie having amazing legs, and nimble fingers for his sweetheart’s chords.

Eddie was a guy. With a smooth, low voice and the softest peach fuzz on his upper lip that tickled Steve’s when they kissed.

“I mean, technically.” Eddie cleared his throat, shrinking into himself, and Steve’s heart constricted in panic. Eddie shouldn’t shy away, especially not from him. Steve had spent months dragging Eddie completely out of his shell of insecurity and doubts. Steve never wanted Eddie to feel like he couldn’t be vulnerable with him.

“Hey, hey, don’t do that.” Steve guided Eddie’s gaze back to his, smiling with probably a little too much teeth. “I don’t- I don’t really get it, but that doesn’t matter. You could be a guy, a girl, a damn demogorgan, and I’d still love you, Eds.”

Eddie’s heart skipped a beat.

“You love me, Stevie?” Steve realized what he had said as Eddie grinned down at him. Steve’s ears burned as he pinched Eddie’s cheek hard. He yelped.

“We were just planning our future together, idiot. Take a hint, I shouldn’t have to spell it out.” Steve muttered. “Yes, I love you.”

“Just wanted to confirm. No take backsies.” Eddie was a beacon of sunshine as he buried himself in Steve’s chest, squeezing him tight in a hug. “I love you too, Harrington. And one day, I’m gonna give you my last name.”

“Your last name?” Steve scoffed despite the way his stomach fluttered.

“Mm. Stevie Munson. Eddie Harrington is a mouthful, baby.”

“Edmund Harrington and Steve Harrington sounds much more sophisticated.”

“Barf. Rockstars have cool names, Stevie.” Steve hummed is agreement, not really caring to argue. He just held Eddie, trying to process Eddie’s words.

“So no one else knows?”

“Nope.”

“Was your name always Eddie?”

“Nah. Chose it myself. Uncle helped me with the paperwork.”

“I like it. Suits you.” Steve ran his hands through Eddie’s curls. “Is this why we never had sex?”

“Kinda.” Eddie admitted sheepishly. “Didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I’m glad you did.” Steve smiled softly. “Thank you.”

“You know, we could actually have a family of our own.” Eddie said quietly. “I always wanted to be a dad.”

“Don’t the doctors like, remove that stuff?” He had seen a few news articles about men who became women, going under the knife. Had Eddie done that?

“Can’t really afford that.” Eddie chuckled. “Not too fussed on below the belt. I mean, I’d prefer a flesh and blood dick, but silicone works wonders.” He grinned against Steve’s neck.

“Oh my god.”

“Could give you a show sometime?” Eddie purred, kissing his jaw and grinding the rough denim of his crotch against Steve’s flagging dick. Steve groaned, biting back a hiss at the friction.

“Fuck, you better.” Steve moaned as Eddie sucked on his sweet spot, leaving behind a dark hickey. “Can I touch you now, or is tha- ah, ha - is that still off the table?”

Eddie paused in his teasing, looking a little caught off guard before pulling back and nodding quickly.

“Fuck Stevie, I’ve been wanting your fingers on my dick since I fucking met you.” He laughed breathlessly as he shook his jacket off, pulling his shirt off over his head. Steve’s eyes fell to his chest, frowning at the bandages.

“That can’t be safe.” He frowned, fingers skimming the redness peaking out from the edges of the tightly wrapped bandages.

“I don’t usually- I’m not that busty.” Eddie said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “But when we’re alone together you wanna touch and cuddle and I- I didn’t want you to notice. I didn’t want to feel you- touch them.”

“Okay.” Steve could see that Eddie was uncomfortable and lowered his hand to his hip. His eyes trailed down his stomach to the dark trail of hair that dipped below his belt and heat pooled low in his belly. He didn’t realize that was a turn on, but he had never wanted to lick him more. Fuck.

“I won’t touch your, uh, chest. But that can’t be comfortable. I don’t want to do this if you’re pain, and that looks way too tight.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“Eddie.”

“Steve, I can’t just- I don’t want you to see them, okay? I don’t like the idea of you-” He pursed his lips, voice thin before looking away.

“Of me what?”

“Of you...thinking I’m some chick.” Steve’s lips parted into a soft ‘o’ as it sunk in. Eddie considered his chest to be womanly, something that didn’t belong on a man, on him. Steve hadn’t really put much thought into it. Eddie’s chest was just Eddie’s chest. He hadn’t really thought of anything past giving his lungs a little extra breathing room.

“Eddie, look at me.” It took a moment, but Eddie met his eyes for just a moment before looking down. “I won’t look, okay? We can take these off, ease the pressure for a bit, and you can put your shirt back on, alright? Does that help?”

“...Yeah. Yeah, fuck. Sorry, I’m being fucking weird, I get so sensitive about this shit-”

“Hey, no, don’t apologize.” Steve squeezed his hip with a reassuring smile. “I don’t get it. Not really. I probably never will. But I will do everything in my power to make you comfortable and happy, Eddie. Okay?”

Eddie stared at him a long moment, looking lost for words. His eyes grew misty and he looked away, nodding, discreetly wiping his eyes.

“Okay.” He nodded slowly. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I’m your boyfriend. I’m supposed to make you happy, Eds.” He reached hesitantly for the bandages, checking for the tucked end. He found it and tugged it free, Eddie taking it from his hands. Steve turned his head away, picking up Eddie’s shirt and offering it to him. After a long minute of unwinding, Eddie letting out an audible sound of relief, he took the shirt from him and pulled it back over his head.

“Decent?” Eddie hummed and Steve looked back at Eddie, offering him a soft smile. “Better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Eddie returned the smile, cupping Steve’s cheek gently, looking at him with mellow adoration.

“We can cuddle, if you want?” Steve murmured, leaning into Eddie’s hand. “It’s a lot, right?”

“I don’t care.” Eddie leaned in to kiss Steve softly. “I’ve been holding myself back for months, Stevie. I want nothing more than to do the devils tango. With you, specifically.” He kissed him again and Steve grinned against his lips, barely holding back a laugh.

“I’d hope with me. Specifically.” Steve propelled himself forward with a grunt of strength, Eddie letting out a delighted laugh as he was flopped back against the fluffy blanket, tables turned as Steve muffled his laughter with kisses. His amusement grew into excitement as he giggling like a lovesick school girl between each lingering smooch, stomach swooping as Steve’s fingers popped his jeans open with expertise.

“This okay?” Steve breathed between kisses, laying his warm hand over the waistband of his briefs, thumb running along the dark trial leading down.

“Fuck yeah, Stevie, better than okay.” He shifted his hips up to show his enthusiasm, ignoring his own anxiety as Steve licked into his mouth. Eddie had been craving this for months, release under Steve’s perfect fucking fingers, and he was not letting his own foolish brain ruin this for him.

Steve’s hand slid beneath cotton and denim, past coarse curls to heat and slick and Eddie sighs sweetly, red lips parted ever so slightly.

Steve smirked, a little too proud, sinking his fingers between soft folds and pinching Eddie’s dick between his knuckles. Steve nearly cums right then and there, dick jumping at the low, rumbling moan that escapes Eddie’s lips as he lolled his head back. It’s not the sensation so much as the noise that Eddie makes that has his brain functions fizzling out. He thought Eddie sounded good with Steve’s lips on his neck, with his tongue curling around his, but it paled in comparison to the way Eddie grinds into his touch, eyes fluttering shut.

Steve had been content to welcome his bottom era when he realized he liked Eddie, a notorious freak with handcuffs just idly hanging on his wall. Eddie had taken the lead in most of their sexual encounters and Steve was happy to be led. He could definitely see the appeal though, now that he had Eddie under him.

He was would never be the sadist that Eddie was, but by Gods green earth, Steve would put up a good fight on occasion to get this sight again.

Steve’s lips found the curve of his exposed throat and adorned it with kisses, exploring the new territory with his fingers. Maybe it was because he was scared to fuck up that he moved so slowly, getting a feel for the thick nub, but he must have been doing something right because Eddie was sighing sweetly, eyes shut and cheeks ruddy, leaning his hips into Steve’s touch.

Steve liked to think himself a romantic above all else, halting Eddie’s soft moans with a leisurely kiss, rolling his dick under his pointer. Eddie bucked, thighs flexing and breath shaky against his upper lip, and Steve grinned to himself.

“Feel good, hm, Eddie?” So he’s a little cocky, sue him, he’s got his boyfriend who’s been teasing him for months under his thumb (literally) and it was glorious.

“I’d ask you to go faster, but fuck, this is kinda doing it for me.” Eddie said breathlessly, groaning as he rolled his hips up into his hand, body begging for more even as heat curled low in his gut, hot and tight.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, Eddie.” Steve breathed in awe, mesmerized by the flex of his stomach that peaked out from under his shirt that had ridden up. His dick ached as Eddie whimpered, his little grinds into Steve’s purposefully fingers growing shaky, stuttering the longer Steve teased him, like he couldn’t decided whether or not he could handle the end.

“Fuck, fuck, Stevie, baby.” Eddie’s hand crawled up his face to cover his mouth, breathing hard through his nose, thighs squeezing Steve’s waist in a bruising grip and Steve understood the appeal now because holy shit, it was hot to feel the tremble in them, the jump and flex, the dig of his heel in the dip of his back.

Steve didn’t dare stop, peeling Eddie’s hand off his mouth and pinning it above his head, kissing him hard. He felt drunk on Eddie’s pleasure, moaning with him as the man intertwined their fingers despite the awkward angle, pulling him so close by the waist Steve’s hand was crushed between their dicks.

Steve expected something, a noise, but Eddie was silent, choking on his climax as his entire body shuddered and he pulsed beneath his fingers. Steve swore against Eddie’s temple as the man gasped in air, chest heaving and the tips of his bangs sticking to his face. Steve was throbbing in his jeans and he was sure he would cum within two seconds if he touched himself right now.

“Jesus, Stevie, I get why girls liked the King Harrington now.” Eddie wheezed out a laugh and Steve snorted, slipping his fingers away from the heat to rest idly in course curls, pressing soft kisses against Eddie’s flushed skin.

“I really didn’t have as much game as you think I do.” Steve chuckled. “I took many girls on dates, but I slept with very few in comparison.”

“Wow, I feel so special.” Eddie drawled and Steve grinned.

“You are.” Steve purred, kissing him sweetly. “Never did anything with a guy until you, so I think you’re very special.”

“Lucky me.” Eddie smirked, burying his hand in Steve’s hair and tugging him back into a filthy kiss. Steve melted into it, denim pressed against denim, grinding against the heat with a soft groan. He had practically forgotten what even got them to this point until Eddie broke the kiss and whispered.

“You know, you could really knock me up if you wanted to.”

Steve’s brain went blank at those words, entire body flushing with arousal. Then the embarrassment at his own body’s reaction burned his flesh hotter and he cleared his throat, blinking rapidly to try and reset his functions, tongue too big for his mouth.

“I-” He looked down at Eddie who was smirking at him, like he fucking knew what he was doing to Steve, and Steve felt an inkling of shame. “I-I can’t do that to you, man. I mean, you’re a guy, right? And- and I respect that, I do. I’m not gonna...make you some kind of trophy wife.” It’s a weak excuse because honestly, Steve wanted nothing more than to fuck Eddie raw, lady parts or gentleman parts aside. Even before Eddie told him, he had had some nasty fucking dreams about the shit he’d like to do to Eddie’s hole - holes plural, now.

“That’s cute, Stevie, but I’ve always wanted kids, and I really don’t mind doing it the old fashioned way. If anything, I’m begging you to fuck my shit up.” Eddie grinned, all teeth and dangerously confident. There was a small part of Steve that was reluctant, unsure how to handle Eddie’s complete disregard for gender norms involving carrying a child, but he didn’t get to dwell on it with Eddie shoving him off. Steve fell on his ass with a soft sound of surprise.

He looked up and swallowed his words back down at the sight of Eddie shedding his jeans, a downright predatory grin on his lips. Steve’s eyes trailed down long legs, muscled thighs and strong calves, gliding them back up as his briefs dropped next, gulping. He was unsure if he was allowed to look, but he got a glance, and that was enough to make him flustered beyond belief because Eddie in unfairly hot standing before him like a Greek statue. He was still wearing his Hellfire shirt, and Steve watched as he pulled it up his stomach slowly, tying it off at his ribs. It was too baggy to see much shape, but he wasn’t focused on Eddie’s chest, no, he was salivating over the lamp-silhouetted middle dusted in dark hairs that snaked down the soft dip of his stomach.

“Stay.” Steve nodded without a second thought, eyes falling to his ass as Eddie walked away to rummage through his bag. Steve rolled onto his side, propping his head up with a hand as he admired his mostly naked boyfriend. Was there a better sight than this? Steve doubted it.

He furrowed his brows at the tube of lube Eddie pulled out.

“Why do you have that?”

“I wanted to be prepared.” Eddie paused in his endeavor to stand and sunk down down to dig deeper in his bag. He pulled out black straps and something solid...

“Is that a dick?”

“Always prepared.” Eddie grinned, barely containing his laughter. Steve wondered how many times Eddie had brought that out to dates and bit his lip, already thinking of where they could meet next with zero interruptions.

“Next time.”

“Next time.” Eddie’s eyes sparkled and practically threw it back down in favor of tossing the lube at Steve, who fell back trying to catch it.

“I still don’t get why we need-” Eddie crawled into Steve’s lap like he wanted to devour him, hand reaching down to tug Steve’s jeans down properly and Steve was happy to assist, his bottoms barely halfway down his thighs when Eddie stole the tube back.

“My ride needs a little grease to run smoothly.” Eddie said vaguely, popping the tube open as Steve kicked his pants off. He hissed when Eddie squirted cold lube over his dick, the excess sliding over his balls and dripping down his ass onto the blanket. Ruined, for sure, but Steve didn’t have the time to complain before Eddie was tossing the tube aside and sitting back against his dick like it was his throne. Steve let out a punched-out groan, grabbing his hips, but Eddie didn’t move an inch.

He was hot, fucking molten, and Steve’s head was fuzzy with desire the longer Eddie rested there, twisting his hips ever so slightly so he could feel it against the length of his dick, the pretty pink tip oozing precum that caught on black curls and dotted against his belly.

“You’re a fucking cock-tease, Eddie.” He should have guessed it, Eddie’s edged him enough times to show off his sadistic streak, but it still got him harder than anything else on this fucking earth.

“Come on, big boy.” Eddie laughed low and deep, leaning down to purr into his ear like he wasn’t already ruining Steve for anyone else. “You want that family of six, you might wanna get started now.”

Oh.

Oh. That’s a thought. A wicked, tempting thought that should have never seen the light of day, but now he was really thinking about it. About fucking Eddie, filling him, owning a fragment of this man for life, keeping him full and glowing and Christ, he shouldn’t be this hard over the idea of Eddie having his baby. Because he knew Eddie would be a good dad, and it was kind of endearing and potent horny material for Steve’s fucked up little mind.

He wasn’t thinking of the consequences when his control snapped, Eddie letting out a little yelp of laughter as Steve rolled them over, snatching Eddie’s lips in a heady kiss. But Eddie’s hands were in his hair and scratching up his back like he fucking wanted every consequence spoken into existence and Steve was not going to deny his boyfriend a fucking thing.

The lube left his hand sticky when he grasped himself, and he was pretty sure it was going to be everywhere once they were done, but it was strangely hot to think about. He wanted to make a mess, make Eddie messy and unable to look at anyone else but him. He was a little possessive, but he had considered Eddie to be his since he pressed that broken bottle against his throat.

He could barely pull away from his lips, intoxicated by the little sigh Eddie gave when he slipped inside, tight and hot and Steve had to stop once he bottomed out because he was going to finish this before it even began if he didn’t.

“Fuck, knew you’d feel good, sweetheart.” It made his head spin a little, the tug to his hair that guided his head back, the hoarseness of his voice as he spoke, the firm press of lips and the scent of weed on his breath. It was perfect, everything was perfect, and Steve heard lube squelch obscenely as he rolled his hips, fucking deeper, wanting to stay buried in the heat forever.

“Don’t be shy,” Eddie’s amusement intertwined with his low whisper. “Give it to me, big boy.” Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He didn’t care if he came too quick, he needed to move.

Eddie wasn’t loud, but his body was. From the way his grip grew tighter to the way his leg curled around his waist, ankles hooked, his shoulders rising and falling with the soft breathy sounds he couldn’t contain. A moan slipped past his lips when Steve’s kissed his jaw, the taste of salt on his tongue as he drove his hips forward, sticky slapping filling the room. Steve knew he was being louder than his partner, but there was no shame to be felt about it, not when Eddie was panting in his ear and digging crescent moons into the curve of his shoulder.

“Fuck, Stevie, that’s it.” Steve couldn’t deny the shiver that ran down his spine when Eddie spoke, the way his back bowed when his fingers traced the length of it, exhaling a shaky moan. “You feel so good, baby, keep going.” Steve choked back a whimper at the praise, head pleasantly fuzzy as he pressed his body along the length of his, sinking into Eddie’s voice.

“Feels good, don’t it?” He was laughing in his ear, husky and teasing, and Steve moaned softly against his hair, grinding into the slick heat. “You wanna cum, baby? You’ve been so patient, waiting your turn...”

His fingers threaded and twisted in his hair where it was getting long in the back and Steve’s hips stuttered with a gasp.

“Please, fuck, Eddie.” He was desperate, teetering right near the edge and Eddie hummed, tugging gently to keep Steve going, like he was the jockey and his hand the whip, keeping him running. Leading him to go faster, harder.

“Go on, Stevie, cum for me.” Eddie chuckled, a pitched sigh escaping him as Steve rolled his hips in a steady rhythm, the slap of skin and lube lewd in their ears. Steve kissed the skin he could reach while in Eddie’s grip, not daring to fight it, not when it felt so good, and gasped against the faintest brush of lips.

“Jesus, Eds, I’m so close.” His tongue felt heavy, heart thumping so hard he could feel it in his fingers and toes, but he couldn’t stop the snap of his hips. Eddie swore softly as he stole another kiss, barely grazing his lower lip, eyes dark and cheeks flushed with pleasure. Steve felt his hand against the side of his neck and moaned, leaning into it before Eddie guided his head to the left, lips brushing the shell of his ear. His breathing was uneven, heavy, but warm against his skin and Steve’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Come on, Stevie, breed me till I can’t fuckin’ move.” Fireworks. Steve never thought he’d feel them, but fuck if he could describe it as anything else. They erupt all over his skin as he came hard, a strangled whine muffled into Eddie’s shoulder. It felt like the longest orgasm of his life, riding it out with little bucks, fucking deeper until his strength gave out, sagging against Eddie. He could hear Eddie’s huff of amusement in his ear, his grip loosening. His hand ran through his hair, root to length and down to his nape. Steve felt himself relax even more, turning into a puddle under the attention. Eddie’s legs are still wrapped around him, keeping him close, and he was warm, throbbing dully around his sensitive cock.

“You’re fucking adorable, Stevie.” Eddie’s grin pressed against his temple, kissing gently, Steve felt the fuzziness slowly clear, rising from his afterglow slowly. He raised his chin to meet his lips, seeking out the taste of weed and flesh. He shifted, hands finding Eddie’s thighs, and the other moaned airily.

“Did you cum?” He asked, partially distracted by Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s lips thinned before he wrinkled his nose.

“I don’t really get off on this kind of stuff. Penetrative, I mean.” Steve’s ears burned, a swell of guilt forming in his chest.

“If you’re not into it, you should have told-”

“Oh no, I’m into it, it just doesn’t...finish me off.” Eddie explained flippantly, waving his hand like it doesn’t matter. “It’s fine. This was for you, sweetheart.” Eddie grinned, brown eyes soft as he pulled Steve back in for a kiss. Steve only allowed one before he huffed.

“You’re coming.”

“Am I?” Eddie laughed at the determined pinch of his boyfriends brows, his clenched jaw. He raised himself up by his elbows, biting his lower lip. “You already got me off once, I really am fine.”

“Lemme suck you off.” Steve paused and frowned. “Eat you out?”

“You had me at sucking me off.” Eddie corrected, tongue between his teeth as he grinned, daring Steve to follow through. Steve slipped out with barely a sigh, Eddie splaying his legs out lazily. Steve slid his hands up Eddie’s stomach as he laid down on his front, sticky against the blanket but uncaring at that point. He dragged his tongue over Eddie, the man inhaling sharply, ringed hand sliding into Steve’s hair as his head tipped back.

The lube coated his tongue in a slightly sweet taste, but it was vaguely unpleasant in the back of his throat. He didn’t dwell on it, focusing on the bitter taste of his own cum that leaks past puffy lips, the tang of sweat beneath all of it.

“It seems counter-productive to clean up your mess if you’re trying to knock me up, sweetheart.” Eddie’s hip twitched under his hand as it glided down his skin and between his legs, chest stuttering with a gasp.

“I’m not cleaning it up.” He replied hoarsely, tonguing swirling around his dick, his fingers sliding along the slit and slipping inside. He sucked sweetly, half-mast eyes staring up at his boyfriend that was clenching around the digits. Like a cat who got the cream, Steve purred internally, laving Eddie’s cock in attention as he fingered his cum deeper into his fluttering hole.

He groaned when Eddie’s legs hooked over his shoulders, keeping his mouth pressed to his mound. Steve didn’t know what he looked like right now, but Eddie spared him one glance and had to look away, a guttural groan ripped from his vocal cords.

“Fuck, you’re pretty, Stevie.” Steve preened under the compliment, milk coffee lashes fluttering against red cheeks. He could feel Eddie throbbing, constricting, and he kissed his cock with tongue like a hooker conning a client into another round, moaning as Eddie’s thighs cradled each side of his head, lost in the burn of course hair and hot skin until the dam broke.

Eddie came hard and Steve was just there for the ride, groaning as his thighs squeezed his head, gushing over his fingers and pulsing in his mouth. He nuzzled between his leg as Eddie twitched, stomach trembling, elbows giving way until he was splayed out on the floor, hair haloing him. Steve kissed his cock gently and Eddie shoved his head weakly with his hand with a sound of protest, making the brunet laugh.

Steve pulled away, sitting up on his knees as he sucked the mess off his fingers, sweet and bitter and tangy. He liked how they tasted together. He crawled up Eddie’s body and kissed him hard, buzzing with happiness.

“We should get married.” He muttered against Eddie’s lips, drunk on his overflowing feelings. “Court house, witness.” He kissed up Eddie’s cheek, babbling a bit. “Wait, no, we can’t get married, fuck, maybe we could have like some kind of union or something.”

“Stevie, baby, if you keep fucking me like this, my uncle will be there with a shotgun to make you take responsibility.” Eddie grinned and Steve’s dick twitched. He shouldn’t be raring to go at the idea, but his half-doped up brain thought that it was amazing.

“Should do it again. Make sure it sticks.” Eddie laughed, shoving his shoulder but didn’t resist when Steve rolled him over with a grunt, continuing to giggle like he was high. Steve pressed against his back and kissed his shoulder, hands slipping under the Hellfire shirt to hook it up over Eddie’s head. The man raised his arms up, giving him his silent consent to see more, hair falling into his face and chest pressed against the blanket. Steve brushed his hair aside, kissing his cheek and down his neck, tracing his fingers along Eddie’s shoulder blades.

“Always wanted to do it like this.” Steve breathed into his neck, Eddie letting out a soft hum. “You’re so beautiful, Eddie.” There was a soft, tender part of him that kind of wanted to cry because it was true. Eddie was more beautiful than anything Steve had seen and he had thought so since the day he laid his gaze on those big brown eyes, alight with joy as he talked on and on about seeing Ozzy live as a kid.

He wanted to be able to call him beautiful for the rest of their lives.

He moaned softly as he sunk back home, hooking his forearm under Eddie’s bicep, rocking them slowly as he molded himself to his back. Eddie’s hand found his, holding it against his shoulder with an answering moan.

“I’d marry you, if we could.” Eddie murmured, eyes shut and lips parted ever so slightly. Steve buried his nose in his neck and nodded.

“Me too.” Eddie gasped softly, lashes fluttering as Steve quickened his pace, hot breath caressing his ear. “I’m gonna take good care of both of you, Eddie.” Eddie shivered and melted beneath him as he spoke, voice low with intent. “All you gotta do is keep taking it just...” He snapped his hips and Eddie throbbed, dick grinding into the blanket. “Like...” Steve placed a hand on the dip of his back, pressing him deeper into the cushion, his legs shaking. “This.” His lips sealed against the top vertebrae, fleeting, soft, and Eddie’s entire body shook with it, bowing and squeezing his hand so tightly it hurt.

Eddie’s lips trembled, wetting them as he sagged. The promise in his words were damming and Eddie was certain he was fucked.

But fuck, he did not care in the slightest.

[gamerbearmira]

(all righty, guess I'm writing a fic now. part 2 of de-aged triplets :D)

It’s been a few days and the transformation is starting to wear on the triplets. Having a grown-up mind in a toddler body is, naturally, very difficult.

They’d been asleep when they transformed and their nightclothes had magically changed to fit them, but the rest of their wardrobes hadn’t received the same treatment. Their own childhood clothes were long gone- Alma had let out the hems as they grew until they needed new sets of clothes, then carefully reused the old fabric for other purposes, having no reason to set them aside as hand-me-downs. Fortunately, Julieta and Pepa had saved a few of their own children’s outfits, giving all three of them a couple changes of clothes.

So Julieta goes into town with Agustin, wearing a dress that had once been Luisa’s and later Mirabel’s, and helps him manage her stand. Most people are decent enough- they ask how she’s doing and offer general words of encouragement. It’s the elderly townsfolk, the ones old enough to remember the triplets when they were little, who are the problem. They seem to think she really is a child, and she’s had her head patted, hair ruffled, cheeks pinched, and been “good-girled”, “clever-girled”, “oh-what-a-helpful-girled” so many times it takes every ounce of self-control she has to not say something horribly rude.

Pepa fares no better. The only thing keeping her in check is Félix's ability to diffuse tense situations. And Bruno, staying at home, can't escape it either- his sobrinas keep picking him up for cuddles because he's so tiny. It's weird, but he can't quite bring himself to ask then to stop. Ten years of touch starvation has left him aching for physical contact. So he doesn’t complain when Luisa carries him around, or when Mirabel and Dolores hold his hands, or when Isabela pulls him into her lap and braids flowers into his hair.

He’s the first one to slip.

It happens one afternoon when Mirabel takes him on an outing to town. Just a quick trip for yarn and some polvorosas as a treat. Being much smaller than normal, everyone seems twice as intimidating. The market is crowded and that doesn’t help. He clings to Mirabel’s skirt as she picks out a few colors, his anxiety growing until he finally asks “Can we go home, Tia?” Mirabel stares at him, shocked, asked him to repeat himself. Asks why he called her Tia. Nothing about that seemed wrong to him, but now he worries he’s in trouble. But Mirabel reassures him and quickly takes him home. She’ll have to talk to Abuela about this later.

Pepa’s next. It’s later that evening, after dinner. The triplets are visibly tired. Alma and Agustin take Bruno and Julieta up to bed with no fuss, but Pepa refuses to go. She doesn’t wanna go to bed this early and she doesn’t wanna be treated like a little kid! Despite Felix’s best efforts, she throws a tantrum anyway. She’s on the floor, halfway under the sofa. What finally works? It’s Antonio’s bedtime, too, and he comes in to ask if his parents will read him a story. Now it’s not “Pepa’s bedtime too”, it’s “putting her son to bed”, which is more acceptable. It’s only a coincidence that she falls asleep and Felix tucks them both in together.

Julieta manages to hold out until the following afternoon. She’s running to go get Luisa for lunch when she trips and falls. Hard. She skins both knees and the palms of her hands pretty badly, and the pain is shockingly intense. She can’t help the tears that well up, crying because she’s sure all of her skin came off and now her blood’s everywhere. Antonio, who had been running with her, comes back and helps her up. Her knees and shins hurt too much to walk and the effort only makes her cry harder. He helps her onto Parce and takes her home. Alma comes running out as soon as she hears them, and Julieta reaches for her, saying “Mami, the ground ate my skin!” They’re in the kitchen, Julieta sitting in Alma’s lap and clinging tightly to her, while Agustin hands her an arepa. Alma rubs her back and soothes her. Julieta slowly stops crying and just wants to be held by her mami for a while.

Ayo when the kids❗❗❗

Anyway. They were bound to break 🥱🥱 a person can only keep up an act for so long, everyone has a breaking point 😭😭 shout out to them for trying though. Its the thought that counts <33

I love them all

[kitkatscabinet]

Heyy, I've been kinda imagining my own little scenarios, but I can't actually write (or explain, apparently) so I wanted to ask you if you have time, energy and just interest in general, if you'd elaborate on this HC.

Also, just a warning, this turns pretty dark at the end, soooo yeah.

So, basically, Y/N is Rhaenyras and Daemons oldest child (Targaryen features! :D) and therefore the rightful heir to the throne after Rhaenyra. Y/N and Aemond were always close in their shared childhood in kings landing, they bonded mainly because of Y/N, as she couldn't bear to see Aemond always alone or picked on as a child, but also because they both didn't have a dragon, so she always came to defend Aemond, even from her own brothers or family. They got closer and closer and Aemond and her eventually fell in love, BUTTT then the incident with Aemonds eye happened, Y/N wasn't involved, but she'd still be dragged along with her family to spend the rest of her childhood at Dragonstone. But even then she writes Aemonds letters everyday, but she never gets a reply, which doesn't make her lose hope though, she keeps writing him everyday, but she doesn't know that Aemond reads all her letters, so she starts to become angry, heartbroken and cruel, she always had a "way too dirty mouth for a princess" but with the years the fore in her only grew, the dragon in her shows more and more, and it is at that time (both her and Aemond are adults at this point) that she claims Vermithor, one of the strongest dragons alive. Lead by her heartache and love for Aemond, she sends him another letter, even though he never answered to any of them before, she asks him to meet her on a uninhabited piece of land in the ocean near Dragonstone at night, alone. She rides Vermithor to the location and, to her surprise, he actually shows up, and gods, he has changed just as much as her, but while she has matured into a fiery beast, he has turned into a cold shell of himself, to everyone, but her. And surprise surprise, he loved her just as much, and with Vermithor and Vhagar on their side, as well as both being trained swordsmen, they could very well end this war, by destroying anyone that stands in their way.

PS If you would include smut, I would love you forever.🙏

PPS I'm so sorry this got so long idk what happened there lmao

I will definitely be writing something further on this because I do really live your idea, but everytime I open my inbox it’s taunting me so I just wanna get it out 😭😭😭.

Tell you what she’s so much better than me cause I would be LIVID at Aemond.

He’s not replying? I’d literally start sending hate mail. I’m spreading rumours and getting noise complaints.

I’m such a petty and impulsive bitch.

I also quite like an angst ending where they do meet up and Aemond falls to his knees and grovels. She lets him fuck her and then confesses she fell out of love years ago. Defs tells him of all the men and women she’s invited into her bed, of all the far better lovers she’s experienced 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Probably taunts him for being so cold and unlovable and then just leaves him there to realise he’d fucked up the one good thing in his life before he ever truly had it 👹👹

Then again I am an angst gremlin.

[creativegenius22]

Wild Kratts Theory: Zach’s Obsession with Being Rich and Famous

Besides wanting to be acclaimed as the world’s best and smartest inventor, Zach Varmitech has an obsession with becoming rich and famous, or richer and more famous in his case, by any means possible. From creating his own arctic ice hotel to farming every vegetable and fish in the sea to sell, this man will attempt anything to further his quest for power and status. But I’ve often wondered why Zach has such a large void he needs to fill. Thus, I have my own theory as to why the inventor always feels he needs more in his life.

First off, I believe that Zach was quite poor as a child. From his appearance in the flashback in “Tazzy Chris”, Zach appears to be slightly unkempt, wearing baggy clothes and having his hair not as neat as his usual adult look. His loose clothes as opposed to the young Kratt brothers’ more fitting clothing leads me to believe that his clothes were second hand or hand-me-downs that were meant for him to grow into, meaning there was not enough money for his family to keep buying him new clothes as he grew. You can see this is quite the opposite of how his keeps himself as an adult, making sure his clothes are form fitting and his hair is perfectly styled with everything in its place. He wants to be in total control, as opposed to the chaos of his childhood.

Also, quick side note, the robot he made as a child appears to be made of random junk that he could have found around town very Louis from “Meet The Robinsons” style, something that a young boy with no excess money would have to do if he wanted to make robots.

Looking back on this scene as well, I noticed that the flashback is set up showing the Kratt brothers picking on Zach, almost in a bullying way. Their stance towards the young inventor is pretty threatening, and although I know that they’re going after him because they’re trying to protect the frogs, the way it’s portrayed in the scene shows Zach as a victim. From the way we see Zach’s sad expression and sniffle after the flashback, you can tell that this was a regular thing that happened during his childhood that has left him with permanent trauma. Perhaps it wasn’t even just his conflict with the Kratt brothers, but other kids in his neighbourhood who would pick on him because of his family’s financial situation.

Speaking of Zach’s family, it appears to be only his mother in the picture. Zach has mentioned his mother before in the show, but has never once mentioned his father. My opinion is that it was only Zach’s mother who raised him, leaving him no father figure to look up to or rely on. Instead, he had to be the man of the house and slowly grew into the man of complete power and control he believed he should be.

As well, I’d like to mention that Zach has constantly been upstaged by Aviva for most of his life. They met as kids in a summer science camp, where Aviva’s inventions were constantly seen as better than his own. This is mentioned in “Cheetah Racer” when Aviva points out that at science camp her potato clock kept time better than Zach’s mouldy bread clock (I personally think it’s amazing as well as very out of the box thinking that he got a clock working from bread mould even if it didn’t keep time as well as a generic potato clock). Being repeatedly pushed to the sidelines by his rival would definitely make the inventor want to seek fame, as much as he could to prove that he is better and more important than Aviva.

In conclusion, I believe that Zach’s endless quest for money and fame stems back to his childhood. His need for wealth comes from him being a child of poverty. He wants to make sure that he’ll never be poor again, which has led to his obsession with being excessively rich. And his desire for fame and attention comes from his need to prove his worth to everyone who ever doubted him as a child, be that those kids who teased him or his main rival, Aviva Corcovado.

Anyways, just my thoughts about Zach and why he has such a big hole in his life to fill. I just wanna give him a giant panda bear hug and tell him everything is gonna be alright. Poor Zach has been teased so much in his life for his shortcomings and he deserves some love! Let me know what you guys think of this as well!

[myxineye]

Not mean to be rude,but can we get to know more facts about Kestrel please?: )

YES!! KESTREL MY FRIEND KESTREL ^_^

I've been looking for an excuse to drop some stuff about Kestrel after editing their backstory a little bit, if you’re interested in the whole backstory it’s under the keep reading tab! But for now, here’s some random facts about Kestrel:

Frequently whistles and sings to himself

Has a habit of cleaning their prosthetics often; the last thing you’d wanna worry about in the middle of battle is getting an infection from your own arms. Over time, cleaning their weapons just turned into something they do to calm themself.

Kestrel has some problems managing how much pressure to apply to things with their arms; if you go for a high five with them, there’s a chance they might break your hand. Recently though, that chance is getting smaller as Quincy continues to make more modifications to their arms

Upper body is full of scars, most notably burn scars, due to some past accidents with their arms. They make sure to cover them when in public though

Needs to wear a special spinal brace when using bulkier arm weapons; otherwise they’d get bad back pain trying to carry everything around

Despite knowing fully well the Armada are clockworks and not alive, Kestrel still feels a kind of kinship with them. Maybe it’s because of their identity problems as a cyborg, or the fact that the Armada treated them better than the Dogs ever had (of course, it was because Kestrel was useful to the Armada, which they’re also aware of), but they can’t bring themself to think of the Armada as only machines. 

At one point, Quincy made them a mechanical falcon as a gift, which Kestrel nicknamed Ava. They like to use it to send messages to people, and sometimes the two can be heard singing/whistling together :)

Anyways the full backstory for Kestrel here!

██████ “Kestrel” ████████

36 years old

Any pronouns

Musketeer + Buccaneer

Backstory:

Kestrel isn’t their actual name, but a codename given during their time in Her Majesty’s Secret Service; they’ve long forgotten their original name. Growing up, they led a fairly ordinary life in Marleybone, but one fateful night led to both the death of their parents and the loss of their arms. They were found on the verge of death by a certain M, who brought them to a hospital and eventually convinced them to join the Secret Service, to follow in the steps of their parents (but honestly it was just an excuse to test some experimental weapons through prosthetics, it was an extension of the golem program). Not having anything else to do and feeling grateful that M saved their life, Kestrel agreed to join – and from then on, they were given the codename Kestrel and served essentially as a living weapon and test subject. It was also during this time Kestrel met Quincy, who was by then an established engineer working on irregular duty in Marleybone (Quincy's backstory is more extensive and all over the place, but they're the one person tying every oc together so of course I gotta mention them here).

Over time, Kestrel became disillusioned with their role and grew to detest M. They were always regarded differently by the others because of their cyborg status, and anyways, they had a lot of childhood trauma that never got touched on until later on in life. As a personal act of rebellion, Kestrel secretly defected to the Armada, giving away valuable intel including schematics of advanced Marleybonian tech and insight into how the spy system works there – they even helped to plant and create their own Armada spy ring in Her Majesty’s Secret Service. 

After a while of doing all that, it seemed Kestrel decided to just… one day disappear. Marleybone never found out about Kestrel’s betrayal, declaring him as MIA, and the Armada simply does not know where they went. In reality, after hearing about Nora and Valentina’s departure from the Armada, Kestrel decided she wanted to follow suit -- they just didn’t want anything to do with politics or world powers anymore. They never had a chance to grow up, instead being thrown directly in the army as a child and forced to grow up under the scrutiny eyes of others, without being able to make any decisions for herself -- Kestrel just got tired, yaknow, wanted a new start and a new life and everything, they wanted their own freedom and wanted to act however they want.

Using what little information they could gather with where Nora and Valentina could’ve gone, Kestrel eventually caught up with Nora and Quincy. Since then, the three of them have been traveling the skyways together 👍

[peterspaperplane]

We Saw Elephants

September 16, 2022.

Before I began to write this piece (which contains stories from accurately two months and a week ago) I googled “Elephant can Remember” and got a lot of review for Agatha Christie’s work. My memory confused that for “An Elephant Never Forgets”.

When I googled with the right keywords, this is what I found:

“By using experiences that are stored in its brain as memories, an elephant is able to handle many dangerous situations that might appear in future. For instance, if they survived a drought in childhood, then they would be able to sense the danger of drought in a particular area (basically making a mental connection with the childhood memory ingrained in its brain).”

I haven’t read Madame Christie’s “Elephant can Remember”, though I always wanted to (I remembered Nemesis was a really great company of mine during my isolation time in Nusa Tenggara Timur). I haven’t actually seen elephants (though I might, when I was so much smaller, in some zoos), though I always wanted to.

That one particular Thursday, I got a message from sis:

Dad is coming this weekend. You better stay home, ok?

I didn’t reply. I stared on my phone screen for a while, and been thinking for the rest of the day. At home, we didn’t really have chance to talk because we were too busy—I was busy planning things with my new social life, my sis is always busy with her little family and work.

In time like this, my head would always, always turn to Uncu (derived from Minangnese of ‘uncle’—he has 11 nieces and nephews in total, and about to have one more). Uncu (a.k.a. Ridho a.k.a Dori) is that type of friend who would definitely say yes even if you asked him to go to Antarctic within only 5 minutes before departure. He lives his best life everyday, now that is the good thing.

The bad thing is, we both sometimes are impulsive. I texted him:

I don’t wanna be in the city this weekend. U wanna go somewhere?

Dori, being himself, replied within only minute:

Sure! Where?

Indeed, that too is my question. Where? We—Dori and I—had been to places: Pantai Laguna Kaur (8 hours from the city), Pantai Manna (4 hours away, en route to Kaur), Curup (only 2 hours riding). That would be another-time stories.

So, where? This should be a great escape—but Uncu’s supposed to not know this. This should be just a casual weekend adventure for him. I texted him back:

What about seeing elephant?

Dori is a fruitful storyteller, hence if he once went there, I should have known. But I didn’t. Dori replied back:

Ok.

If there is one thing about Dubas that I am forever grateful for, it is no other than the fact that I found people that I would treasure the most, including Uncu—I mean, Dori. Or whatever.

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I think I did write that I have been staying away from home for months now. Not only because our home preserves a lot of memories about Mum, but more because of the reason that I found out Dad was finding some other women—but that’s unnecessary.

I saw no reasons to explain it to him, or to anyone, so I decided to leave. I decided to stop talking to him. When my sister told me that we should get this problem solved and Dad is about to come in town, my nature told me to run. So I did.

I remember, when I was younger and more sensitive, Mum would sometimes get mad and yell at me. I hid. Everybody was trying to search for me, as though I was really gone. At that time, I like the feeling of being found. I somehow enjoyed the fear in my Mum’s voice as she was looking for me in corners of the house—terrible, I know—while I was curling up right in the left nook of the house.

As I grew up, I came to know that I no longer want to be found. When my instinct tells me run, what I wanted to was actually get lost. I keep pretending that the problems do not exist, so I could live just finely. I keep on avoiding people who hurt me, instead of confronting them and tell what I actually feel.

I have read and heard things about overcoming this-and-that-part-of-life-and-so-on wisely but never get better at doing it in real life. Nobody does, anyway. 2022, as I recall, was not only the year of grief, but also the year of escape. I have been escaping from what I should have faced in the first place. Sometimes, the sense of satisfaction by doing this scared me.

Seblat, the site where we could see elephants live in their habitat is about 6 hours away.

We went on Friday afternoon, after my office hours ended. Uncu was happily jobless at that time (now he’s a busy man, huft). We arrived at Ketahun in the drizzly night, nearby Oma’s house. But Oma also should not know this escape. So, we booked a cheap motel room for one night and intended to leave in the next morning—which we did.

It took another 2 hours to get to Putri Hijau, and another half an hour into the deeper forest, relied onto only Google Maps. After a long ride with feeling of afraid that we might have taken the wrong path, we finally, awkwardly, arrived.

There was no ticketing in the gate, though there were some welcoming statues. There were some (we believe) animal-coaches looking after the elephant as they chewed their lunch, though they were not really welcoming us as we thought they should have. We were just suddenly being really shy and somehow embarrassed.

I remembered, we stared on each other and asked “Is it the right place?” through our eyes, even that we knew the answer was most probably “Yes, this is the place.”

I think it’s really true that elephants have the most sincere eyes. I saw it. We saw elephants.

But none of us was brave enough to ask any of the old men there to guide us or, just to let us touch the elephant. But it was too beautiful to hurt. Even though they are gigantic, I felt somehow that my hands could hurt them. They looked so powerful, and yet vulnerable. They look so big, and yet warm. They look so textured, and yet so pale. They contained so many paradoxes.

Uncu and I observed the elephants from our motorcycle for the next thirty minutes, until their coaches herded them to go down on the stream. Uncu took a video while they were showering in the water (I should ask him for this). That was the end of our meeting with those elephants.

I don’t know about Uncu, but I did not regret this. Well, that statement is partially because I got away from home, partially because I really did so. I wanted to go there again one day.

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As I continued my research on elephants’ memories, I found out that they are not the most superior type. Clark's nutcracker birds able to hide their food in differently-complex and secretive places for the winter. However, I’m pretty sure that the proverb wouldn’t change to “Clark's nutcracker bird never forgets” easily. All in all, it’s still elephants that steal my heart. And after that particular journey I had with Uncu, I might never think elephants as just animals now. They helped me in a hurtfully beautiful phase of my life.

As for Uncu, he told me that the journey was absurdly, stupidly fun. I’m happy that he thinks so.

“Rest assured that forgetting is an essential part of life…”

[liquidstar]

okay but how would your ocs like a beach day

Okay I’m ready to answer this ask now that I just got back from the beach myself lol. Field research…. 

FIRST and foremost i actually want to say i have thought about cute beach outfits for some of the characters! Maybe ill get around to drawing those one day but i also have cute pj ideas so? I guess itll depend on what i wanna draw when i get to it lol

Anyway the actual beach day ideas, and im going to do them for the whole guild not just the main four!

Venus organizes the trip as a reward for everyone for working so hard and they all travel together by train, one of the few occasions where the entire guild does so.

Mira would feed the seagulls even after everyone asked her to please STOP feeding the seagulls because theyve started to follow them. She says not to worry because she picked food that wouldnt be bad for them. Everyones like our concern is not seagull husbandry. And shes like well it should be. And keeps feeding the seagulls. 

Bella spends the entire day underneath a large black parasol, not even for protection from the sun its just part of her look. She also seems to visit the snack bar a lot.

Polaris mostly stays inside a little boat because she’s afraid she’ll freeze the water otherwise, and also just because she just likes being on the boat (Otherwise she’d stay on land lol). But she wants to get in the water too, and Saiph talks her into it by saying that even if she did freeze it a bit he could just melt it again anyway, and that theres no possible way she could actually freeze this much water anyway. It clears her head enough that she’s able to swim with no problems.

Al grew up by the beach and he can get mad sentimental about it, but not really in a way that takes away from the incredible amount of fun he has just being in that atmosphere. It’s like got lots of childhood memories tied to it for him so its a throwback in a way lol. Anyway while he muses on this saiph and polaris flip his inner tube over and they all have a laugh lol

Tondra falls asleep in the sand and Capella and Alcor bury them because theyre little shits like that.

Noctua builds a sand castle and Fornax uses their ethos to make it metal so it wont ever ever ever get knocked down <3 the quality of the sand castle is so-so, but like, hes six

Vela and Ran are pretty much both right in their element in the ocean. They also get an inflatable raft and act as if it’s actually a pirate ship. 

Saiph brings some mini grill supplies to do the cooking for everyone, this is a daunting task he works in shifts with Vesta.

Felis doesn’t like water, she just sits all day and sunbathes. Yes, because she’s a cat.

Pyxis forgets he’s old and throws out his back trying to show up young people surfing.

Baiduri and Nix v.s. Euphie and Imai volleyball game proving to be the athletic event of the century. Euphie and Imai win the first round but Baiduri and Nix win the rematch after sundown.

Regulus came to the beach only to relax and be pretty and hes actively using his ethos to repel sand from himself which is just unnecessary. 

Ain is somehow the lifeguard now and no one is sure how she managed to do that. Presumably she one-upped the other lifeguard so bad he quit. Her witch hat is now red with a white cross on it.

Shaula and Io are currently trying to break the world record for biggest cannonball splash. They don’t know what the world record is they’re just doing canon balls and guestemating if anyone in history has ever done a bigger one.

Itonda is taking Eirine and Lillie around the shore to collect seashells, but they keep being competitive about it and are getting increasingly annoyed when they ask whose seashell is better and he says “umm theyre both nice :)”

Both Juno and Bernard spend most of the day under the umbrella reading books or relaxing rather than going in the water. Bernard may eventually be swayed but Juno refuses to leave because “water is the #1 cause of drowning” < things normal people say.

Orion catches a fish in a bucket to show to Capella and then they must both solemnly let the little fishie go.

A jellyfish latches onto Lacerta but her ethos makes her immune to venom so she just hangs out with it on her leg. And everyones like um hey are you okay?? And shes like yeah why do you have a problem with Squishy? My friend Squishy? Get a life.

AND last but not least this was actually an idea from my friend @pakbet Al brings a stick and watermelons and a blindfold for suikawari, mira finds it super fun to run around and wack stuff and saiph might get lightheartedly competitive but at the end of the day io would annihilate them all entirely it would be no contest. that watermelon is juice now.

[taegularities]

hey!! i'm not able to reblog the fic for some reason...? i have no idea what's wrong so I'll just leave my comments here <3

i read it ;)

“But I just want my baby to be comfortable.”

BABYYY!!! pls rid what are u doing to me-

So, as honest as ever, he doesn’t hesitate. He leans back in his seat, exhales and tells you, “Nara’s my ex girlfriend. She and I grew up together, but didn’t get together till freshman year.”

shit... i knew this was coming. i hate u 😤😤

How does a fake girlfriend compete against childhood love?

no!!! please, things like this just makes the oc more insecure 🥺🥺

Pulling his right leg in, he moves a bit, and lets it appear on the other side of your body. He pushes himself forward by a few inches, and presses his torso against your back before soft hands sneak to your tummy.

oh my goddd ahsghfdfd HOW ARE THEY NOT CONFESSING TO EACH OTHER RIGHT FUCKING NOW 😭😭😭 this is too domestic ✋😞

“Oh, come on. You won’t be thinking of me there. You’ll be busy having fun with your family.” You chuckle, eyes still slipped close, and jest, “And staring at resort girls.”

lmaoo

“We don’t have a coupon for starters. Every other shop and brand does,” you say, leaning forwards. “So what if we established a ten percent off coupon for those who become new members of our brand?”

smartass oc indeed 😌

“And if he doesn’t? He doesn’t take care of it, but books an expensive vacation?”

oh my god, this is so sad :(( the mom is such a snake!! why does she even care where he's gonna stay at? this is truly unacceptable... but i stan oc for standing for jk!! and that's how it should be ;)

Jungkook [6:13PM]: i hope you’re doing okay. i’m thinking of you 

awww ❤️❤️

Laughter sounds through the phone, and a few people clap. His relatives know how to have fun, and your heart aches for a bond you haven’t gotten familiar with yet.

i feel bad 😞 wish she would've gone with him too...

“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t choose him.”

??? because she has jungkook! when will the mother stop... I'm so done rid. 😠 thinking that jk won't be able to do anything in future just sounds so disrespectful 😥

“Look outside.”

hahah, i thought he was outside her house for a moment 😂

“I really like your dress.”

akskdksmdk HE'S HERE ISNT HEEE 😭😭😭 ridddd why are you doing this!???

As you dig your fingers into his back, he wraps an arm around your torso; presses you close to him, lips in your hair. A gentle timbre whispers, “Hi.”

oh gawd 🥺🥺 they're so in love... PLS LET THE CONFESSION HAPPEN 😤😭

“I need to talk to you, angel,” he says.

shit no no no, don't tell me something really happened... let them be happy ksksjsjs

ok, the part where jk for drunk and said his pink got hurt, LMFAO that was so adorable!! and when he yawned? this is what came into my mind:

actually, that whole scene just reminded me of this vlive!!! 🥺 (except the bucket hat)

wait... jin is going to be important again? what the heck do u mean 😀 don't tell me it is what I think... you're the worst i hate u for this. this part screams danger for the next one 🙄🤨

anyway (😤😠) i loved this chapter 💖💖 good job 😘

ahhh yeah, tumblr sometimes doesn't let u reblog long fics from the phone! i can only do it on desktop, too, so if u still wanna reblog or anything, u could try it like that 😭 but this review is still so 🥺🥺🥺

UGHHH the 'you're my baby' to nara whiplash, lmaooo yes i understand ur feelings :') oc really does get insecure about stuff a lot! but i think jk's domestic and sweet behaviour are what calm her a bit, so let's hope things get better for her head. and fck yeah, oc is a badass and smartass, and we stan her but not her mother !!! girl knows what to do at work and defends her man? YUPPPP!

oh god yeah, i can see why it looked like he was outside 🤣 (then again... later, at the end... 🥺). YES YES WE NEED A CONFESSION CMON. tell em !!!

also, u're so so right to be reminded of the vlive! it was exactly what inspired his whole look, the sweater paws and the gentle yawn 🥺 i'm so glad u picked up on that !!! also ha ha, i'm not sure what u think about seokjin but 😀😀 interesting, isn't it–

thank u so much for reading, love. u leave such wonderful and sweet reviews, and they mean more to me than u know 🥺 <333

[words-of-a-venus]

11:40.

Hey, kiddo. I don't remember you that well to be honest, and I'm sure you have no idea who I am. I probably look really different than the person you imagined we'd grow into someday.

Although, you were never really looking ahead and thinking "future". Time ahead was not something that really consumed your thoughts all that much. Sure, if people asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up, you had ideas: astronaut, marine biologist, tree surfer (a lá Tarzan). But the thought left your head as quickly as the question had been asked. You had better and more pressing matters to focus on: tea parties with Grandma; making paper gifts for your cousins; or playing tag with dad. You always exposed your hiding spots, because - try as you might - you couldn't stifle your giggles, watching dad "high step" through the kitchen to the living room. You didn't know about anything bad yet. You lived in a world where no one died, eggshells only exist in the context of breakfast, and you didn't feel shameful about any parts of yourself.

I wanna tell you that I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't remember a lot of our childhood, or tap into it emotionally as much as I'd like to, I guess. I remember it in big chunks, and maybe that's just a part of growing up - things seem further away as more and more time passes. Most of our childhood was full of sparkles and imagination and sunshine. It was dipped in warm summer nights; barefoot in the grass and splashing in the pool.

But to grow up is to understand now the things you couldn't as a child. You grew up walking on eggshells. you were made to dress, look and feel a certain way. You didn't know if the mommy or daddy you were talking to in every conversation was "safe" or "unsafe". You didn't know what response you would get - judgement, disdain and scorn, or adoration and praise.

as you grow up and try to discover, navigate and decipher the world around you & who you are, I have to tell you: being sensitive is a gift. your feelings don't lie to you, and the way you try to speak is not "talking back" or "being difficult". you are not selfish, you are not only thinking of yourself. you love deeply, widely and fully. your heart can hold oceans and move mountains. Please hold onto that.

At some point, they stopped wanting to know you.

Dad will stop at around 12 years old - you're a teenager now, and he doesn't even understand any of his own emotions, so trying to understand yours will be like staring down a hurricane. I promise, he gets better as an adult. He relates to you again, because you're closer to his level. Still, there is a lot of missed time that will never, ever be covered with him. A lot of things he won't know. Eventually, you'll come to terms with that. He loves you as much as he can, and as far as he's able to love himself. For you, that's enough. Still, there will be a lot of feelings to navigate alone, but I promise you that you don't have to go looking for them in the form of other boys. They will never fill the roll of "dad", as much as you really really want them to. You'll obsess over them, and not in a cute, romcom way - moreso, in the way that as soon as you have their attention, you will not be able to think about anything else. Nothing else will matter. I cannot stress how much the thought of some boy loving you will consume every other aspect of your life. Please, please don't let these boys stand where you're supposed to in your own story.

Mom will stop at around nineteen. You're getting older, further away. Both in distance, and personality. You're developing facets and parts of you that are foreign to her, that she isn't sure how to navigate. You're bisexual, you're liberal, you're a feminist. You like tattoos, piercings and alternative fashion. You're a hippie, with a capital H. All of these adjectives will become dirty, capital-letter curse words. You're not supposed to tell anyone about your sexuality, or discuss it with her. Ever. You'll be stonewalled into guilt, and eventually you'll end up groveling for forgiveness, as if you've done anything wrong. Nothing done out of love is wrong. You've known since you were a child. Still, she's made you feel that you're supposed to be the skinny, blonde, and "classy" extension of her that she couldn't rise to meet.

They're going to start telling you that they didn't raise you this way, but they obviously & completely did. You - fortunately - were able to open your mind, blink with wide-eyes like a newborn deer, and assess the world around you. It's the angry world she and dad created, and it holds the cycles that you simply refuse to repeat in your (possible) future generation: racism, sexism, blatant homophobia and transphobia. I know you don't know what all of these words mean yet, and that's okay. you're little. I want you to stay little. God, how I want you to stay little. I want you to stay sweet, pure, happy, and (honestly) a bit dumb. I want you to stay in your imagination, where you belong.

stay sensitive. stay loving. give your friends the biggest hugs, give them kisses on the cheeks. please, please hug grandma just a little bit longer for me, and so much tighter. stand firm in the things you say, no matter what anyone says to you. the things you think & say hold weight and value, even if you're told that they don't. you're not too much, ever. you don't need validation from boys, or anyone else. the only people I want you to make proud, babygirl, is us: both at five, and eighty-five. so far, you're making me proud at twenty-five. I love you unconditionally, even when mom and dad aren't sure that they like you. I like you and love you enough for all three of us.

2/2/23.